#cause she's never super open with strangers

[starsweeperskies]

Got two dnd ships on the brain and yet...im the only one to create the Contents because the dm's not one to write fic while he's running campaigns, and no one else has the brainrot.

And im too tired to draw or write. So brainrot. So much brainrot.

But mah babies.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Beautiful Stranger

I've Never Recognized a Purer Face (1)

Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x Beefy!Fem!Reader

Summary: You've just moved to West View for collage with your parents and your neighbor has caught your attention.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, R masturbates

A/N: This is an old piece I reworked a bit so here you go until my brain can focus on the prompt requests!

June 14, 2023

You had recently moved to West View, New Jersey with your parents. You'd be starting college here in the Fall along with your dad starting a new job in a week.

The hot summer air made you sweat even in your tank top and shorts, your tattooed body being shown off almost completely. Trying to get everything inside as quickly as possible was proving to be ineffective as you took a moment to collapse under the tree in your front yard, finding solace in the shade. “Gods it's too hot for this.” You grumbled out.

“Can I interest you in some lemonade?” You heard an unfamiliar, feminine voice ask from just above me as you opened your eyes. Your mouth drying up instantly at the sight of the beauty before you. Red hair flowing in waves over her shoulders, green eye like emeralds, her skin splashed with freckles not unlike your own face.

“H-hi…” You somehow managed out.

“Hi there I'm your neighbor, Wanda, Wanda Maximoff.” She pointed behind her at her house which looked identical to your house from the outside.

“I'm Y/N…Y/N Y/L/N.” Luckily your mother came over to save me from your awkwardness.

“Oh hello! I'm Y/M/N Y/L/N and my husband over there is Y/F/N Y/L/N. I see you've already met our Y/N/N.” You groaned, throwing yourself back down. “We just moved in for our little Y/N/N to go to collage and my husband to start a new job.” Your mother gushed.

“Ma please stop. I'm sure Wanda doesn't care about why we moved here.”

“Oh, but sweetie I do. I love the nick name by the way. Y/N/N.” The way it rolled off her tongue and her accent? Fuck it sent a shiver through you like it was the middle of December.

“Please just Y/N is fine.” You begged slightly not knowing if you could handle her using your name like that. “I'm going to go help dad. It was nice meeting you Wanda.” You told the older woman before leaving her with your mom for them to talk. Wanda was about your mom's age so probably twenty years older than me.

“Mom!”

“Mom!” You heard two different boys call at the same time as You came out of the moving van, the boys running up to Wanda. “We're going to go play with the Barton kids is that okay?” One of them asked.

“Of course boys. Go on and be back before the streetlights come on.” Wanda gave each of them a kiss on the forehead. When she leaned back up her eyes met yours. You felt your face flush at the thought of a kiss from the older woman before retreating into the house. The central air cooling you down.

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July 2,2023

There was a knock at the front door causing you to pause your game on your switch, getting up from the couch. Upon opening the door you were met with Wanda.

“Hi Y/N I know this is super last minute, but my babysitter canceled. Could you watch the boys?” Wanda asked desperately.

“Oh yeah sure of course I can.” You grabbed your keys and phone, following Wanda, totally not staring at her ass the whole time.

“Okay so here is $40 for dinner. Get them whatever they want it'll probably be pizza which the menu is on the fridge for their favorite place. Bedtime is 8pm. Billy is a little sensitive so if he isn't enthusiastic it's not you I promise. Tommy will probably try to pester you, don't let him. Oh and if I'm not back early and you get tired you can sleep in my bed. I'll wake you when I get home. Thank you for this I really appreciate it. Boys! Y/N from next door will be watching you tonight! Please behave for her!” Wanda called the boys barreling down the stairs and past you she gave each a kiss, “Be good you two. I love you.” She told them as they ran back off upstairs and it seems without much thought she kissed your cheek before leaving. Leaving you there with your face burning.

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You were scrolling through your phone, noticing it was past midnight. You didn't think Wanda would be gone this long. You didn't even ask what she was up to this evening? You got up from the couch, putting away the remaining pizza before quietly making your way upstairs. You checked on the boys who were fast asleep. Their sleeping faces made you smile as you quietly closed the door and found Wanda's room. As soon as you opened the door Wanda's scent of jasmine and sage overpowering you and sending a shot straight through your core. Closing the door behind you, swallowing hard as you sat on the bed; it is so soft. You lay down, your head on Wanda's pillow as her scent completely overtakes you and you can't help, but move your fingers between your legs, rubbing your clit furiously as you were completely wrapped up in Wanda. Moaning softly against her pillow as you came to the thought of her. You pulled your hand out, breathing heavily as you sucked your own fingers clean. You were in so deep and You knew it. It's not fair though Wanda didn't look like she was almost 40 she still looked like she was in her 20s and didn't have twin 5 year old boys.

You groaned against her pillow in frustration as You buried your face into it, getting under her duvet making it feel like Wanda was holding you and soon enough you fell asleep.

“Hey, sweet girl, come on wake up pretty girl.” You heard a gentle voice call.

“Mmm?” You turned to look over your shoulder, it was Wanda. “What time is it?” You asked sleep heavy in your voice.

“Really late sweet girl. You can stay if you want. I don't mind, I just ask that you move to the other side so I can sleep here on my pillows.” Wanda's voice was soft and she moved your hair out of your face.

You grumbled a bit, but moved over to the other set of pillows. You did move them ever so slightly to be closer as you turned to face her side of the bed as she settled in.

“Good night sweet girl. Thank you for everything.” You felt Wanda lean over once again placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Mmm s’ no problem…” You mumbled falling back to sleep almost instantly as her presence soothed you knowing she was home and safe now.

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You woke up in her bed, sitting up you rubbed your eyes as you heard a door open. Looking up to see Wanda through blurry eyes as you reached for your glasses on her side table.

“Good morning sweet girl. Did you sleep well?” Her unblurred form came into view, her hair was only slightly damp, a pair of dark gray, flared dress pants, a tucked in cream colored button down that she purposefully left the top ones unbuttoned to show her amazing cleavage off. She was currently grabbing a hair clip to get her hair up which once she did looked amazingly effortlessly beautiful.

“Good.” You manage as your breath hitches remembering what you did in this bed last night.

“Well you certainly don't have to stay, but I am making breakfast. Pancakes.” Wanda wiggled her eyebrows at me making me laugh.

“Can you make chocolate chip pancakes?” You ask shyly.

“For you? Yes. Come on.” She started making her way out and you followed, grabbing your phone.

The boys were already downstairs watching cartoons, Wanda giving them each a kiss on the top of the head.

“Why is Y/N still here?” Tommy asked, noticing me as You went to sit at the kitchen island.

“I told her she could stay the night because of how late I'd be getting back, is that okay with you little man?” Wanda asked and he shrugged.

“I guess. She's better than dad.” Tommy off-handedly states catching both Wanda and you off guard.

“Excuse me?” Wanda's voice is stern suddenly and it feels like You shouldn't be here.

“I'm just saying that I like her better.” Tommy spent one night hanging around you and is now stating he likes you better than the father you didn't even consider they probably have somewhere.

“Thomas Oleg Maximoff. I know things aren't the best with your father right now, but that isn't nice.” Wanda is stern with her son in this moment who recoils slightly.

“I'm sorry mom…” he says with his head down.

“I know you're having a lot of big feelings about everything going on between your father and I right now, but he's still your father.” Wanda's voice softens a bit. You hadn't really seen it other than in exaggerated tiktoks, but Wanda seems to have the gentle parent style, much unlike your parents who had a very authoritative style. The two hug it out before Wanda joins you in the kitchen.

She silently moves about the kitchen as she grabs things and when it comes to chocolate chips she has bags just about every kind you can think of.

“Which kind do you want sweet girl?” Wanda asks and you feel overwhelmed at first. You decided to do a triple chip of milk, white, and peanut butter chips. “I see you have a big sweet tooth.” She comments.

“Yeah. I always have. I used to get cavities a lot as a kid cause I didn't brush properly, but I got better as I got older.” You told her, grabbing a handful of chips which she smacked your hand playfully. You laughed and took another, sticking your tongue out.

“Oh naughty girl.” She teased and you felt a heat inside again as you shifted in your seat, trying to alleviate it slightly. You saw Wanda flick her eyes at you, before going back to her pancakes. Had she noticed? Surely she hadn't.

“Boys! Breakfast!” Wanda had gotten out a whole plethora of goodies it felt more like we were having dessert. Syrup, butter, whip cream, peanut butter, chocolate sauce. You'd never seen so much effort go into something like this.

You all moved to the dinning table as the boys dug into their stacks covering their pancakes in syrup until they were drowning.

Wanda grabbed coffee for the two of you and milk for the boys.

“Thank you.” You smiled taking a sip and revealed in the warmth it provided you.

“Of course sweet girl. Now tell me. You're starting college in a month right?” Wanda asked and you nodded as you ripped up your pancake, taking a bite.

“Yes. I took a few years off. Was only supposed to be a year then one thing led to another and it turned into three years.” You explained.

“So you're twenty?” You shook your head.

“Sorry I should explain I was taking a gap year from college after I had to deal with some personal things. I left college when I was twenty, planning to go back in a year, but now I'm twenty-three.” Wanda nodded her head.

“What will you be majoring in?”

“Well originally I was doing psychology. I wanted to go into children's psych, but realized it was a lot of work that I personally couldn't keep up with. Then I was thinking about history, but then I'd have to double major into teaching to do anything meaningful with it, so now I'm going for cyber security.” You smiled, finally explaining your weird college timeline. Wanda laughed a bit.

“You've certainly had an interesting ride, pretty girl.” Wanda leaned on the table and you didn't miss the look Tommy was throwing between his mother and you.

“Yeah I'm just happy to get back on track. The cyber security program teaches from the bottom up and I can get some pretty good offers through the college and freelancing is always an option. I'm already good at programming so maybe I can make my own security program.”

“I'm sure you can do anything you set your mind to pretty girl.” You smile and blush, bashful, at her compliments. You stare down at your mostly finished pancakes.

“Thank you…”

[moviecritc]

hii ! i was wondering if i could request a fanfic about Max verstappen and y/n —or you can give her a name UR CHOICE :) — anyways could you possibly follow the lines of them being complete strangers meeting in the Mexico GP, to becoming friends, then later on being lovers.

I’m not sure if you like to write sad stories but could you also possibly make a sad ending where towards the end they break up and whenever they are around eachother they act like complete strangers

Hopefully you take my request :) it was mainly inspired by a song called “strange” by Celeste !

Thank youuu !!

fortnight ⋆ max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x reporter!reader

word count: 2.7K

warnings: bad boyfriend behaviour, angst (sort of)

a/n: it took me so long finishing this, and im not fully convinced with the result :( i also changed things a bit. anyways i loved the whole vibe, so maybe i write something similar soon

also this ended up giving massive fortnight by t swift vibes so i named it bc of that

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They were made for each other, or at least that's what everyone said. They had their first encounter at the Mexican Grand Prix. Y/N had been working as a reporter and interviewer for the races all season, but she had never had the chance to interview Max.

Mexico must have been one of Y/N's favorite places, all the culture, food, and people made her feel very welcomed. The race week in Mexico was the one she felt most nostalgic about once the season was over.

She arrived at the airport on Tuesday or Wednesday, she didn't quite remember, the only thing she remembered about her arrival in Mexico was the jet lag and that instead of grabbing her suitcase, she took Max Verstappen's.

She had always felt a certain intimidation towards him, by his way of driving and treating his teammates on the track. So, she was terrified to have to contact him. Surprisingly, it was Max who contacted her.

He called a few hours after she arrived at the hotel, she still wondered how he got her phone number and her name.

"Y/N L/N?" he asked. She recognized the voice and took a few seconds to process it. "I'm Max. I think I have your suitcase."

"Hello, yes. Uh, I think I have your suitcase too," She scratched her neck a bit.

"Ah, fantastic. Are you free now to exchange them?"

"Sure, yeah. Where?"

"I can come to your hotel, I don't want to cause you too much trouble," Max commented in a calm tone. That seemed like a super sweet gesture coming from him.

"Alright, I'll send you the location, come whenever you can," And they hung up.

Y/N was quite impressed by how nice Max had been, and that it was him who contacted her and offered to go to the hotel, even though she was the one who took the wrong suitcase.

Literally five minutes later they called her room phone, telling her that someone was asking for her. She went down with the suitcase immediately, meeting the pilot and his suitcase.

Max waved his hand a bit so she would know it was him, although Y/N knew perfectly well who he was. Max observed her, she had brown hair with lighter tips than the rest of her hair, probably from dyeing it in the past, and quite long curtain bangs. Somehow her face looked familiar to him, as if he had seen her before, but at the same time not.

"Hey, here you go," Y/N handed him the suitcase and they made the exchange. "I'm really sorry for the trouble, really, I didn't even realize it wasn't my suitcase,"

"It's okay, don't worry. Did you open the suitcase?" He slightly bit his lip.

"Well, yes. But I only saw the eight or nine Red Bull shirts, I realized it wasn't my suitcase," she said, smiling.

That made Max laugh. "Are you here for the race?"

"Well, yes, I'm a reporter for DAZN," Y/N nodded.

Max raised his chin a bit, understanding why the brunette looked so familiar. He looked around and then at his watch. "Are you busy now?"

Y/N blinked, was he…?

"No, not now," she pressed her lips, trying to hide a smile.

"Can I invite you for a coffee?" he smiled shyly.

"Oh," Y/N pondered for a few seconds what to tell him.

"If not, don't worry," Max spoke. Maybe she had been thinking about the answer for too long.

"No, of course. I'd love to,"

Was it a strange start? Yes. But only that afternoon they connected in such a strange way that it scared them. Y/N had two Siamese cats, Max had two Bengal cats. He spent hours on the sim, she could spend hours watching the same series, which wasn’t exactly the same, but close. They both supported FC Barcelona and the most surprising thing was that she had been on exchange in the Netherlands, at the same school Max was attending. The only thing was that he barely went to classes because he was going from championship to championship.

That afternoon it felt as if someone had made them meet, because it was too much of a coincidence to find someone so similar to you because of one suitcase.

"Will I see you in the paddock tomorrow?" Max asked, as they were saying goodbye.

"I hope so,"

"Stop by the Red Bull garage if you have time,"

Y/N nodded and bit her lip, still unable to believe the instant connection she had with Max. She even forgot she had terrible jet lag. At no point did she consider that this could end badly.

…

At the Brazil Grand Prix, they were already sharing a hotel room. Nobody knew yet that they were together so they could come and go as they pleased. Y/N was still a reporter for DAZN, although now that she spent so much time with Max her reports started to be shorter and with fewer details. She barely paid attention to the races, she stayed near the Red Bull garage, trying to see him when he entered the pits.

By that time, Y/N realized that maybe she was spending too much time with Max. In just those two weeks, Max had been pivoting between the sim and the hotel bed. At first, he said nice things to her and stayed with her for a while, asking her what she had been doing or what movie she was going to watch now. But the last time, he dressed immediately and went back to the sim.

Y/N even remembered how well they had connected and how comfortable she had felt, although it had only been fourteen days ago. She didn't even think about confronting him, after all, they were nothing, they never were.

Why? A serious relationship would only take up time that he could use for much more productive things for his career. That was better, even if it made the brunette feel as if he only wanted to satisfy himself with her.

"Max, it's late and I'm hungry, what if we go out for dinner?" Y/N entered her room where he had all the set up, it was the first time she saw it and she thought it was crazy that Max had all those screens, all those gadgets just to pretend to drive.

"I can't now, schat," he said, moving his hand a bit to try to make physical contact with her, but he didn't manage to because he didn't take his eyes off the screen.

"Well, remember we have the flight to Las Vegas tomorrow at noon. Come to bed soon," Y/N commented, looking at his crown.

She fell asleep before feeling Max's weight on the bed.

She didn't know why, but she really thought that in Vegas something would change, maybe because of the atmosphere or because it was the last races, maybe he would be slightly more relaxed now that he had practically won the championship. She even thought they would enter the paddock together, that she would have a fixed spot in the Red Bull garage or something, but a minimum of recognition from him towards her.

But it was quite the opposite. Max didn't show up in the paddock until Thursday afternoon while she had to be there since Tuesday. He made her take the plane alone and he didn't even text her when he landed. She had to find out he was already in Las Vegas when she saw him passing by her in the paddock and Y/N made a gesture to greet him, smile at him or make a simple gesture, but Max passed by without even looking at her.

That's when she realized she would have to confront him. He was behaving like a complete jerk, and Y/N was sure she wasn't the first woman who got fed up with him for that.

With a couple of calls and several messages, she managed to find out the hotel and the room where Max was staying. After a day full of interviews, Y/N went straight to the hotel address, knocking on his door.

"Hey, hello," he said, already in his pajamas and with a tired look. "I was thinking about you."

"Oh, me too," Seeing Max's hand on her waist, Y/N pulled away from him immediately.

Max raised his eyebrows at once, surprised by the abruptness of the brunette. "Are you alright?"

Y/N lowered her gaze slightly, choosing her words. Suddenly she was more than nervous to say something. "What… what are we?"

"In what sense?" he asked cautiously. He thought it was too soon for that conversation.

"What sense is it going to be?" she approached, realizing that Max probably was just a man like the rest, who had an unjustified fear of naming relationships.

"Uh," he said. Y/N blinked, waiting for a more complete sentence. "Do you want to make it public or something?"

Y/N ignored the 'or something', sticking only to the first words. She smiled a little, getting closer to Max.

"Is that what you want?" He asked again, putting his hands on her waist now that she let him.

"I would like that, yes," she nodded, before Max gave her a quick kiss. "You've been leaving me hanging for a few days."

"Schat, you know I have to train and prepare for the races," Max insisted, sliding his hands much lower than her waist.

Y/N was going to say something, but Max caught her lips and didn't let go until he felt satisfied.

On Friday they arrived together at the paddock, attracting attention from the media. They didn't talk much, she was afraid they would read her lips.

Y/N had to go with her team to interview the Ferrari team and they kissed in front of a couple of cameras as a goodbye. The image went viral in minutes. After finishing the interviews, she received a couple of comments from people around the paddock about how lucky Max was to have found her.

Y/N couldn't understand how he was the lucky one. After all, she was the one with the Formula 1 star pilot. She got on Twitter, seeing how several users commented on how amazing she was, how she had managed to make a name for herself in motorsport, how sweet and funny people found her, Y/N would never in her life use "funny" as an adjective to describe herself. And the best part, that Max should feel more than lucky to have her. That they made a practically perfect couple, that they coordinated super well. Just a few steps in the paddock had made them the couple of the moment. The example to follow.

Max won that race and jumped into her arms when he got out of the car, giving her a strong wet kiss in a very unsexy way. That totally took Y/N by surprise, she couldn't believe his first thought after winning was her. Who knows which of his PR team told him to do that.

"I'll see you in a few hours, wait for me in the hotel room," Max told her, kissing her cheek.

"Max, I also work here. I have to do interviews," she reminded him, with a somewhat serious look.

"Ah, alright,"

"Let me know when you're done," Y/N turned without saying or doing anything else.

She worked until late at night without being able to get out of her head that she and Max had progressed so much in the relationship that they had skipped all the really good parts, the honeymoon phase. And this time it had been her fault, it had been her idea to make it public maybe too soon.

She arrived at Max's room, which was dimly lit and cold. She took a long shower, still wondering what she should do now that their relationship wasn't working out at all.

When she came out of the shower, with wet hair and pajamas on, she found Max lying on the bed, sliding his finger over the screen of his cell phone.

"The shower is free now, were you waiting for long?" Y/N spoke, tilting her head slightly.

"I'm already showered, I was waiting for you," Max admitted with a sweet look.

"Oh," she said. "You didn't have to, I'm sure you're tired,"

Y/N walked cautiously to the free side of the bed, because they hadn't even talked about their sides of the bed. Max got up and changed his clothes, Y/N remembered how good shape Max was in and how good he was in bed as he was with the car. She discreetly bit her lip.

"I wanted to talk to you, actually," Max mentioned as he sat down next to her, giving Y/N goosebumps. "Did you see that people adore us?" Max hugged her by the shoulders, pulling her closer to him.

Y/N let out a sustained thread of air in her lungs and smiled. "Yes," It seemed strange to Max that that was the only thing that came out of Y/N's mouth. "Is that a good thing, isn't it?" he asked, now somewhat confused. "Of course, someone should."

Max blinked, now separating from her body so he could see her well. "What do you mean by that?"

"Since we don't adore each other," she mentioned, as if by chance.

"What do you mean by that?" Max asked, having no idea what Y/N was saying.

She sighed, shaking her head slightly. She wondered how someone couldn't realize something so simple.

"Forget it, Max," she fixed, getting comfortable in bed. "I'm tired."

"Wait, let's talk," he insisted, getting closer to her, with a worried look.

Y/N clicked her tongue, sitting up on the pillow. "Do you like me?"

"Of course, you're beautiful and attentive and intelligent. Why wouldn't I like you?"

That made her heart shrink a bit. "But do you see me as something lasting?"

Max thought about his answer. No. "I don't know,"

That was enough for Y/N to know the real answer, she clicked her tongue and moved slightly away from him.

"Y/N, you have to understand that I have a complicated job and…"

"For God's sake, Max, we both work in the same field. If you want to blame the distance or something like that, it won't work," Y/N denied, biting her cheek with anger.

Max pressed his lips, trying to hide that that was exactly what he was going to do.

"I think I better leave," Y/N commented, pulling the sheets.

Max saw all her movements, from when she got up until she picked up her things and left through the door. Y/N still somehow hoped he would say something, but Max didn't even move. He simply waited for her to leave so he could lie down and go to sleep.

Y/N didn't cry, she didn't even consider it. It had been a short time and there was no need to waste time thinking about what could have happened. For God's sake, she didn't even know if it had been a real relationship.

It had started perfectly but had been declining just a few days after they met.

In the last Grand Prix, Y/N was with her team most of the time, writing columns for DAZN's website report and preparing questions for her colleagues' interviews.

"Y/N, here are the questions for Max's interviews," her colleague said.

"Huh?"

"Everyone wants you to interview Max, for obvious reasons," he nodded, as if it were totally normal.

"I don't think it's a good idea," Y/N mentioned, making a face.

"Y/N, he and everyone else are waiting for the interview," he insisted, nodding his head behind his back. Y/N turned discreetly, observing Max leaning against a wall, trying so hard not to look at her.

"Fuck," she muttered with a soft frown. "Ok, let's do this quick,"

She standed up with a bored and sick stare, there was Red Bull's engineers everywhere and even people taking pictures of her.

"Hey," he greeted her as she approached.

"Let's get this over with quickly, okay?" she nodded.

"Try not to be too harsh, people still think we're together," Max commented.

Y/N's gaze hardened. "I'll do whatever I want, Max," she clenched her jaw and gave the cameraman a nod to start broadcasting the interview.

[hyper-fixated-delusions]

Chances.

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader.

A/N: I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! Also comments, reblogs, shares and likes are super appreciated, thank you! :)

Translation: “Sestra.” Sister.

Flashbacks are in italics.

Word count: 974.

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“What if I hadn't asked for your name? And time hadn't stopped when you said it to me?” // Chances by Backstreet Boys

“Hello welcome, is it just you three?” The host of the restaurant you're at with Wanda and her best friend asks.

“Hi, yes, it’s just us three,” your girlfriend responds with a smile.

“Okay, so we’re a little busy today so there'll be a 20 minute wait, is that okay?” The host says.

“Yes, that's fine, thank you,” you reply, smiling as well.

“Okay great, well if you’d like, we have a waiting area just outside, you can take a seat and we'll call you when your table is ready,” they say and the three of you nod, walking away to the waiting area.

“Hey, while we wait for our table to be ready, why don't you tell me the story about how the two of you met? I mean, you're great together, don't get me wrong, but this happened so suddenly. One day Wanda is single and the next she's infatuated with a stranger she met on the street, so what's the story?” Natasha Romanoff, Wanda's best friend asks once you’re all seated.

“Honestly, there’s not much to tell. Meeting Wanda was purely coincidental,” you begin shrugging slightly, “or as I'd like to call it, fate,” you grin teasingly, your girlfriend rolling her eyes as a blush coats her cheeks.

“Oh, please don’t start,” Wanda mumbles, looking down as she tries to suppress a smile.

“Come on, you love it,” you wink, placing a chaste kiss to her cheek.

“Okay, okay, I get it, you guys are cute. Now can we please get to the story?” Natasha intervenes, with a smirk on her lips.

“Yeah, sorry,” you chuckle, “anyway, this is how it goes.”

-

You were walking down the busy streets of New York, on your way to meet up with your best friend Steve Rogers, when you suddenly bump into a woman.

Or more like she bumped into you, causing you to fall to the ground and slightly hit your head on the pavement.

“Oh my god, oh my god, I am so sorry,” an inexplicably beautiful voice says.

Your eyes are closed as you're on the ground because the sun was blinding you and the pounding in your head was making it that much harder for you to want to open your eyes.

“I-I, oh goodness, are you okay?” The person nervously asks, and suddenly the sun isn’t hitting your eyes anymore, so you slowly open them and the sight that greets you is one you would never forget.

“I-” you begin, cutting yourself short when you realize just how beautiful the woman in front of you is.

“She's not talking Pietro! Do you think I gave her a concussion?!” The girl asks, as she looks to her brother, eyes wide in fear.

“No, no sestra, she’s okay. Just dazed.” Pietro, a silver haired man beside the beautiful girl responds, his tone slightly amused.

“Then why isn’t she talking, is she in shock or something?” The woman that knocked you down inquires, looking at you as you continue sitting on the ground.

“Yes,” Pietro chuckles, the situation extremely humorous for him, “but not for the reason you’d think.”

“Then can you please tell me what is going on? Should we call an ambulance or something?” The redhead asks, arms flailing in distress, voice raising slightly due to her panic as her brother shakes his head, your voice suddenly interrupting.

“Are you an Angel? Because you’re so beautiful it’s unreal,” are the first words you mutter after a few minutes of staring at the redhead.

“Wait, what?” Wanda says in shock, head tilting as she looks at you confused, then she looks to her brother, said brother letting out a loud laugh at the situation.

“Oh my god, this is gold!” Pietro exclaims, doubled over in laughter.

“Shut up Piet," the woman mumbles, cheeks blazing red, “and you. You must have hit your head harder than you thought. Come on, let’s get you up.” She says as she offers you a hand. Which you take immediately, eyes widening when you feel as if an electrical current has flowed through you.

You look to the woman that just helped you up and say, “please tell me you felt it too?” Receiving a slow nod in return, you introduce yourself to the redhead. “I’m Y/N. What’s your name?”

“Wanda.” Is the offered response, followed by a beautiful shy smile and you swear you feel as time stops.

“Wanda.” You repeat, testing the name, a name you will never forget for as long you live.

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“So yeah, that's how we met. I got tackled to the ground mercilessly, was basically concussed, but I landed this beauty in return. So honestly, if I had to, I'd go through it all over again,” you say, smiling cheekily as Natasha and Wanda let out a teasing groan, causing you to let out a laugh, “what?” You ask the women.

“You are an idiot, my love,” Wanda laughs.

“Yeah, an idiot in love,” you say jokingly, “I'm pretty sure I lost brain cells during the fall, so really, you're to blame,” you say sticking your tongue out, both redheads laughing.

“Honestly, you two are sickening and the way you met is truly for the books. Pietro had a field day when we finally met up after that, he couldn’t even get the story out from how hard he was laughing,” Natasha says, “but I'm glad you're together, you two make quite the pair,” Natasha smiles at her best friend.

“We do, don't we?” Wanda asks, green eyes sparkling with love as she takes your hand. Placing a small kiss on the back of your hand, “as big of a dork as she is, I wouldn't trade her for the world,” Wanda beams.

“Ditto Max, I wouldn't trade you for the world either,” you say, beaming with a smile.

[stopaskinf]

Drunk Dude in the Bathroom

(Hoshi x fem!black!reader)

Summary: The title really says it all. You try to go piss during a party and find Hoshi crying in the bathroom.

Genre: fluff, strangers to friends to lovers???, college AU

Word count: Around 0.8K

CW: none fr, mentions of drinking, crying and bodily functions. Hoshi being a cornball who thinks you’re hot.

You need to piss. The combination of drinks and getting distracted by music at this party was terrible for your bladder.

You ask your friend Youngji where the bathroom is. She knows way more about this place than you do.

“Its upstairs near the left. Can’t miss it!” She practically screams.

You give her a thumbs up as you start walking up the steps. Heels were a bad option. After an eternity, You finally reach the bathroom, thank god. If you had to hold it a second longer, you would have pissed on the floor. However, as soon as you open the door, you’re met with muffled blubbering from behind the shower curtain.

Throwing caution to the wind, you open the curtain to find a handsome and drunk blonde man holding a bag of ice like a well-loved childhood plushie.

“Umm…You good?”

He sniffles and loosens his grip on the ice bag. He looks up at you with puffy eyes, unshed tears still shining.

“Yes-no..I..just-did you know most tiger cubs don’t survive their first year of life?” He cries.

What the fuck. He’s clearly gone.

“...I did not know that.” You say baffled.

“Hey, why are you in-”

“You’re so pretty.” He says glossy-eyed.

Your face goes hot.

“Thank you, but listen-” You stutter out.

“Like super pretty, like you look like Naomi Campbell mixed with Megan thee Stallion.”

High praise.

“That's very sweet of you.” You give a shy smile.

He gives a toothy smile while he blushes.

“You’re welcome, pretty lady.” He cheeses.

Ok. You’re getting off track. You still need to piss. You’ve got to get this guy out of the bathroom.

“Hey, what’s your sign?” He asks as he shifts in the tub to get more comfortable.

He treats it like a children sized bed.

“I-I’m an aquarius.” You answer puzzled.

He lets go of his bag of ice and flaps his arms while making an excited squealing noise.

“Oh my god, oh my god, that explains everything!”

Does it?

“Yknow that explains why you’re so pretty! Aquariuses’ are always so like otherworldly. Real goddess energy. OOOOHH and we’re compatible cause I’m a Gemini! Air signs for the win!” He practically yells as he stumbles to get up from the tub and give you a high five? A hug? You’re not sure. Either way, he ends up wobbling and almost falling face first out of the tub. So, in an act of quick thinking, you catch him.

“Bro, are you good?” You ask worriedly. He’s really fucking gone.

He ends up hugging you, either in an attempt to keep himself steady or to bask in your warmth. You’re not sure.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’ve just had a little too much to drink. By the way, you smell crazy good. What perfume do you use? And your skin is so soft! What products are you using? Also, are you seeing anyone? I don’t want to be a creep, but I hate to get you in trouble and you’re really cute.”

You chuckle as you hold him. It should feel uncomfortable holding a 6-foot stranger in a small bathroom, but he makes it feel natural.

“ I can tell that much just by looking at you. First, It’s a Valentino one, I forgot the name. Second, Shea butter. Third, no.”

You feel him hold you tighter and give out a small “yay” as he nuzzles into you.

“Oh my god, you know what would slap right now?” he says as he excitedly grabs your shoulders.

“What?” You ask.

“Well, first, some chicken nuggets. God, I’m starving. DK never has any actual food in the dorms and it sucks balls. He’s still a great guy though, I’ll have to introduce you two later. Oh, I totally forgot, we’re also roomies, so, you’ve probably already seen him. Lanky dude, sharp nose, great teeth?” He rambles.

“He sounds familiar.”

You feel his hands grab your face, you feel the cold metal of his rings contrast his warm hands and your hot face.

“Yeah that’s him. Oh my god, wait, I also want an Oreo McFlurry. When does Mcdonalds close?” He asks excitedly while slowly stroking your face.

“Aren’t they open 24 hours?”

He gasps and his eyes shine. He squeals and sways you both back and forth while holding your face in his hands.

“You’re so right! Sexy, strong, and smart! The big 3 S’s! We totally need to go! Please?” He pleads.

You give a soundless laugh and nod your head. This is definitely going to be a good night.

[lil-spider]

So Damn Pretty

Chapter 2

Part 1 : Part 3 :

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter X Female Reader

Summary: Johnny is sex starved and you’re very attractive, so attractive that he doesn’t want to kill you. Instead he finds ways to keep you around longer.

Note: Okey I’ve changed some stuff so here’s some context. I like the idea of Johnny being a bit of an sex addict and he’s really good at sex (he can find the clit type of good) cause he’s made himself a hobby fucking the pretty female victims and going out to the local bar when he actually gets free time. He’s a basically massive man whore, but he can’t help it that women find him sexy (super cocky). But Drayton later finds out he’s been fucking the food (lmao) and has temporarily banned him from going out by himself and keeping the female victims away from him. So a sex starved Johnny who’s heavily attracted to the reader sees an opportunity to use her like a maid so he can constantly keep fucking her. I’m still gonna keep the baby momma thing but that will come later in the story. Oh and I’m turning 21 on the 17th! So happy birthday to my fellow September babies!

Warning: This is 18+ and please do not read if your sensitive to heavy descriptions of non/con and violence. Including bondage, blood, gore, assault, objectification and unsafe sex. For those who don’t mind, I hope you enjoy.

Catchy music was blearing out of the front speakers of the minivan; my friends Jessica and Nate were singing along to the tunes. I was sitting in the back, relaxing into my seat, enjoying the fact that college was finished and summer holidays were just beginning. We decided this summer we were going to experience camping for the first time. We had all grown up in the city and never got the chance to enjoy the country side of Texas. I’m excited to finally cross camping off my bucket list, and make this summer memorable.

 

My bubbly blonde friend Jessica turned around in her seat. “Two hours left, and we should be at the campsite before night.” She said this, grinning at me and turning back to kiss her boyfriend, Nate, on the cheek. Nate, being the protective type, only tagged along with us as he didn’t like the idea of two ‘pretty girls’ camping by themselves in the middle of nowhere. They have only been dating for a few months; he’s the classic teen heartthrob with dazzling eyes and short, dark blonde hair, and Jessica is the overly cute blonde. They were perfect for each other. I smile at the both of them, they were great friends.

 

“Oh fuck!” Nate is panicking as black smoke starts coming out of the hood. He pulls over to the side of the road, and all of us get out to see what’s wrong. “Can’t it be fixed?” I ask, looking at Nate, worried. His face contorts in disappointment. “I've got no idea, Y/N; cars aren’t my speciality.”

We all look at each other, uncertain of what to do; we’re in the remote countryside without any sort of help. “We might have to walk back if no one drives by.” Nate tells us regretfully: But as soon as he said that, we saw an old blue Ford truck honking and driving up to us.

 

“You need a hand?” The unknown driver asked Nate. “Yes please! Our van just broke down with smoke coming out.” Nate explained to the man. He nods his head and parks his truck in front of us. The trucks door opens, and out climbs one of the best-looking guys I have ever seen. He wears a black sleeveless top that shows off his muscular arms and a pair of blue denim jeans paired with dirty yellow gloves. He has dark brown hair slicked back with a few strands falling over a scar; my cunt embarrassingly throbbed at the sight of him; I must have gone red in the face as he smirked looking at me. I quickly turned my head to look at Jessica, who was also a little red in the face. It’s not every day you see a hot country boy.

 

The handsome stranger introduces himself as Johnny Slaughter. “Good to meet you, Johnny. I’m Nate, over there is my girlfriend Jessica and my friend Y/N.” I did a little wave at my name, hoping I wasn’t still blushing. He shakes Nates hand and nods his head to us. “Ladies. Damn, he has a deep voice; it’s making me all hot and bothered. “Alrighty then Nate, pop the hood and let's take a look.”

 

Johnny stared at the engine, arms pressed against the van, leaning over while shaking his head. “I’m going to have to get my tools for this.” He said, looking over at us. ‘’Ah, shit! That bad?" Nate asked. “Yep, but don’t y’all worry, I’ll get this baby fixed in the morning. For now I can take you guys back to my family’s home, get some food, and sleep?’’ Johnny offered. “Wow, that’s so nice of you, Johnny.’’ Jessica replied, smiling at him, being a little too flirty.

 

I feel a little uncertain about trusting Johnny, we have only just met him; but he is helping us and I would rather not sleep on the side of the road. Jessica and I nod to Nate in agreement with Johnny’s offer. “Okay, yeah, we’ll go with you.’’ Nate tells him. He smiles, slamming the hood of the van back down, and turns, leading us back to his truck. He opens the back door, and we three slide in. As Johnny hops into the driver's seat, we are greeted by a woman sitting in the passenger seat. Was she here the whole time? “Hi y'all, I’m Sissy.’’ She introduces herself with a wink, but before we could reply, she blows this white powder in our faces. My vision starts to blur as I hear strangled coughing from my friends, and everything quickly goes black.

 

The next thing I know, I’m waking up tied to a meat hook, covered in dry blood, and desperate for freedom. At that time I had no idea where Jessica and Nate could be, but now as I stare at their lifeless, brutalised corpses, I regret not trying to find them. Jessica's blonde hair is tangled, and her body is covered in slices, with a massive cut on her stomach. Nate's handsome face was shredded up by a chainsaw. They are getting wrapped in a blue tarp, by a larger man with a very human like mask on his face. Johnny takes a drag of his cigarette while holding me, and he shoots me a grin, seeing my legs wobble from the hard fucking I endured. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you? So slutty having an orgasm while your friends get murdered.’’ He taunts quietly in my ear, guilt-tripping me.

 

“Johnny, why is she still alive?” Asked the small woman who blew white powder in my face. It’s Sissy, I think, trying to remember her name. “This pretty little thing is going to help us cook, clean, and do all the daily chores around the house. We’ve been needing extra hands around the farm since Ma is gone and Drayton busy with the chilli carnivals.’’ He explains to Sissy. She looks at me up and down, smirking. “Oh, I’ve been wantin’ some female company for ages now, and you're so beautiful too! I have these pretty ol’ dresses that would look lovely-,” she didn’t finish her sentence as she’s cut off by Johnny. “That’s enough, Sissy; you can talk to her later; we've got sh*t to do.’’ She rolls her eyes at him but goes to help the larger man.

 

Johnny pats the larger man on the back, “You did a good job, Bubba.’’ So Bubba is his name. He just lets out these happy groans. So he’s nonverbal?Johnny turns back to me. “Were you listening before? Tomorrow, Sissy will show you how things get done.” With a cig in his mouth, he grabs me again, pulling me out of the slaughterhouse and bringing me to his parked truck. “I’ll cut off the zip-tie when we get back home.’’ He opens the passenger-side door, waiting for me to hop in. He shuts the door after me and flicks away his burned-out cigarette, reaching in his back pocket for another one. Johnny walks away as Sissy plops into the back seat. “Hi again sugar.” She says gleefully behind me.

 

Johnny and Bubba walk back, carrying each body on their shoulders, I swallow a lump as they chuck the bodies carelessly in the tray. Johnny, with another cigarette in his mouth, gets into the driver's seat, Bubba sits next to Sissy. Johnny chucks his packet of smokes and bloodied gloves from his back pocket onto the dash. He starts up the engine and changes gears, leaving the slaughterhouse behind. The drive is silent except for Sissy’s humming; Bubba stares out of his window while Johnny drives one handed flicking his finished cigarette out the window. I look back to the front, watching the high beam lights brighten up the dark landscape.

 

We turn onto a long dirt road leading up to a white, two-story house. Johnny parks the truck at the front and helps Bubba unload the bodies. Sissy goes to unlock the front door, leaving me alone. I thought of running when they took the bodies into the house. But I’m still zip-tied, so my chances of escaping now are extremely slim.

 

Johnny comes back to open my door and yank me out. He roughly drags me inside. I look around and notice a lot of bone decor, similar to the hanging bones in the slaughterhouse. I really hope it’s not human. I’m brought downstairs to a basement, Johnny opens this metal door, it makes a loud awful sound. He takes me to a small prison; Johnny stops to cut off the zip-tie, and I rub my sore wrists, trying to bring the blood to flow back. Johnny pushes me into the room, locking the door. It’s smells disgusting and damp.

 

“I'll be back to bring ya’ dinner.’’ He leaves upstairs, slamming that awful metal door. I sit down on the dirt floor and bring my knees to my chest. Dried-up cum is all over my thighs, making me feel gross. I started to cry. The last few hours have been horrid. I wish it was just a nightmare. The basement door slides open again. Snivelling, I stand to see who's down here. It’s that large man with the mask, Bubba; he walks over to the end of the basement, where I see Jessica and Nate’s hanging bodies, stomachs sliced open with their organs dropped into a metal tub. My hands shake as I cover my mouth in shock. Oh God! Bubba unhooks Nate and carries him over to a workbench littered with dirty tools. He grabs a hacksaw and begins to dismember Nate. I walk backwards into a corner, sliding down the wall. I started to breakdown. Is he harvesting them? Are these murderers cannibals? God, why did this happen? From sheer exhaustion, I lean my head back and pass out.

 

“Hey! Wake up!’’ My eyes shot open, searching for the yelling voice. It’s Johnny; he’s holding a white bowl with a spoon. He crouch’s down to my level and hands out the bowl for me to take. I hesitate because I am sceptical of the ingredients. “It’s pot roast; Sissy made it.’’ It does smell delicious, but I don’t wanna eat it. “I’m not hungry,” I told him in defiance. His eye twitches in annoyance, not liking my response. He grabs my hair roughly, craning my neck to stare at him. “Listen, I’m being really fucking nice here, so I ain’t gonna take any disrespect! You may be pretty, but I can easily get another woman who is just a tad more obedient to replace you.’’ His threat worked. I snatched the bowl and dug in, It was tasty. “Good girl.’’ He smiled, patting my head as I ate. He waits until I’m finished and leaves. Did I eat someone? Will I have to eat my friends? I have so many questions but right now the only thing that matters is staying alive. I don’t want to end up like Jessica and Nate.

Sometime later, Johnny comes back to let me out. “Follow me," I obeyed him, leaving the basement and following upstairs. He brings me to a bathroom. It has white broken tiles, a large bathtub with a shower head. He locks the door after I enter and turns the water on, letting it heat up. He throws off his top, giving a new view of his muscular body. I couldn’t help but stare. He has old scars lingering over his body more noticeably on his large pecs, he’s has light definition on his abdomen, and a defined v-cut. His body represents the result of hard work. He smirks at my staring, continuing he unbuckles his jeans, pulling them down. I quickly glance wanting to get a good look at his cock. It’s only semi-hard yet it’s still intimidating, how did it managed to fit inside me?

 

Johnny doesn’t move as he waits for me to undress. Not wanting to anger him again, I take off my dress, dropping the tattered material. I shiver in my naked form. He gently takes my hand and helps me into the shower. I hiss as the hot water makes my cuts sting. He grabs a plain bar of soap and starts lathering it up and down my body. Enjoying my little gasps as he squeezes my tits and glides his hands everywhere. He swaps us around so he goes under the water, his muscles flex as he relaxes, his head falling back, closing his eyes, while his hands run through his dark hair.

 

I won’t lie; just the sight of him is turning me on. Shit, why does he have to be so sexy? A murderer shouldn’t be sexy. Startling me out of my thoughts, he grabs my hand that’s holding the soap and moves it to his body, wanting me to wash him. Nervous, I don’t refuse, but I start out slowly around his stomach, leading up to his chest. This small action makes him rock hard. I see it pulse against his lower stomach just above his belly button, I bite my tongue scrubbing his body with both hands, massaging his chest and arms, feeling his muscles. The hot look he gives me sends a throb straight to my core. Water gently running down his handsome face. He brings my right soapy hand down to his cock, tugging it. “Come on baby, jerk my fucking cock.’’ I hesitate for a second, he squeezes my hand hard as a slight warning not to disobey. Wincing, I start to tug at his cock up and down, jerking him off. Groaning, he rocks his hips, shifting them into my hand, following my rhythm. “Good girl, play with my cock, just like that’’ He’s a head taller then me so when he grabs my chin to look at him I have to bend my neck back. “I bet your pussy’s dripping.’’

 

He swats my hand away and grabs my hips, bringing me in closer under the water so the soap starts rinsing off. He places his fingers below and, feels up my pussy, “I fucking knew it; you're such a needy whore, getting wet from jerking my cock off.’’ I grow shy at his words, wanting to hide my face from embarrassment. Johnny places his hands on the sides of my head and shoves his tongue down my throat. Heavily aroused, I kissed back, holding on to his shoulders. We start making out, our hot tongues wrestling with each other. His strong arms pick me up and shove me against the shower wall. I wrap my legs around his waist for balance while he lines his cock up thrusting it in my cunt without warning. I groan at the sudden intrusion: “Shhh, it’ll only take a second.’’ He says impatiently pounding into me. His hard cock reaches new places, making me moan desperately. The running water muffles the sounds of flesh clapping together. He grips my hips hard as he thrusts upward at a brutal pace. This time only focusing on his own release.

 

He leans back to watch my chest bounce. “Fuck, I love your tits.’’ He says with admiration as he slows down to suckle on each nipple. His obsession with my breasts is going to be the end of me. I start getting closer again until he stops, suddenly cumming inside me. “Ah,’’ he lets out a little moan as he fills my throbbing cunt. I look at him in disappointment, I was so close to cumming. He grins playful at me. He places me down as we go back to washing, I silently fume as my pussy and clit pulse from neglect.

 

We dry ourselves, and he puts on new, clean clothes similar to his older ones, but the shirt is blue. He hands me a white summer dress. “One of Sissy’s.’’ He tells me, “any underwear?’’ I question. He just sends an amusing smile and shakes his head. “That's a privilege, sweetheart.’’ Great; it wouldn’t have been bad if the dress wasn’t so short. If I bend over too far, I’ll flash my goods.

 

Johnny leads away to what seems to be his room. Everything is old and wooden; including a worn-out bed barely big enough for two people. He lays down on it and pats his side, signalling me to sit. I lay down on his bed as he sits up going in between my legs, pushing up my new dress. “I like the easy access.’’ He tells me right before sucking on my swollen clit. “Nnnnh.’’ I moan breathlessly finally having some relief. His two middle fingers slide in and set a steady pace. I spread my legs wider for him, still turned on from the shower fuck. He shoves his tongue flat against my nub, licking it up and down. I push his head further into me, thrusting against his face; this spurs him on as his fingers speed up. I cum on his face, my head thrown back, as my hands grip the sheets tight. I rut into him as he licks up all my juices.

Just when I thought we were done he thrusts his fingers back into me. I try to close my legs and wiggle away from the overstimulation but Johnny forces them open. He lets out a deep chuckle at the tears rolling out my eyes, I clench on his thick fingers as he puts his thumb on my sensitive clit, rubbing it in slow circles. I still hold onto the sheets while lifting up my hips, trying to chase my second release. He hears my needy whines and speeds up, swapping to his other thumb to rub my clit faster while his opposite hand continues finger fucking me. “Fuck, Johnny please don’t stop.’’ I beg him as I cum around his fingers. I gasp at the abruptness of my second orgasm. My legs shake from the intensity. Johnny pulls his hands away from me as I turn to the side, squeezing my legs trying to relieve the sensations.

 

He casually stands up walking to the desk across the room grabbing a cig, lighting it. Cig in mouth he undresses, getting ready bed. I watch him smoke, flicking the ashes in a tray on the desk. When I finally calm down he’s finished the cigarette, he turns of a lamp comes to lay down behind me, getting comfortable. He wraps one arm around my waist and helps me take of my dress letting it drop to the floor, So both of us now naked. “I'll set up a room for you soon; for now, you’ll stay with me.’’ He speaks softly. I try to get comfortable on the small bed wiggling slightly. “You keep moving like that and I’m going to fuck you again.” He threatens squeezing me tight. I freeze, too sensitive to test his patience.

“Hey Johnny?” I gently whisper his name. The only response I get is snoring, now left with no distractions I go back to my thoughts. I feel guilty knowing I’ve been enjoying Johnny’s company too much, I shouldn’t feel this comfortable with him but the more he cuddles into me the more my eyes feel heavy, I start to fall sound asleep in the arms of a killer.

[josiesullysblog]

Don’t Underestimate Me.

~AGED UP Neteyam x reader

~Explict content, Neteyam is 22, reader is 21.

~Proofread?~yes

~Summary-You were always extremely close with Kiri. Growing up so close with the girl you were bound to meet her family. You always believed Neteyam to be so uptight and boring, you were so very wrong.

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The night had started like any other night. You and Kiri often snuck out to hang out around the “spot.” Only kids around your age went, and no adults were allowed. A great place to cool off, and talk with friends after a long week.

You had just arrived with the girl, laughing, when you noticed the boy. Your eyes lingered on him, blatantly eye-fucking him. You would admit, you found the boy super attractive. You unconsciously fixed your hair as you walked to take your seat near him. His eyes were the first thing to drag you in, a sort of mystery, something many people miss at first glance. I mean, he was your best friend’s older brother, he was never at the spot, and always off doing some training with his father. He was next in line so much to live up to, yet your mind and body still wanted him.

The boy licked his lips, and a wish fell in your mind that it was your mouth he was licking. You were sure the boy had no experience with women. He was too busy with his duties, watching his siblings, and being the perfect son to be dealing with such things. Soon, you were to find out how wrong you were. You often imagined how it feels being his first time, his mate. How it would feel to be swollen with his child. Your mind was ahead of your body because as of right now, he believes you were nothing but his sister’s friend. And you were dying to change that.

You noticed the cup he held in his hand, you slowly made your way to him, watching him carefully. You gave a small smile as you sat next to him, “what are you drinking?” his eyes scanned your body, giving you a boost of confidence. “Nothing a little girl like you should be drinking,” you chuckled out loud, “there are no adults out here, give me a sip.” you had already assumed he would say no, as you watched him bring the cup to his mouth. His hands found their way to the back of your neck as he titled you back ever so slightly, “open for me,” to which you gladly did.

The drink burned the back of your throat as you took the drink in. With his hand on your neck and his breath almost fanning your face, you clenched your legs tight. You feared he or some other male would smell the scent of arousal that left your legs. Neteyam was no stranger to the smell that engulfed you two, just by your body language he knew where your mind was. He was willing to do anything to you, but he just had to be sure.

He brought his mouth close to your ear, “I see the way you clench, do you want me to fuck you?” his words caused your heart to speed up, “teyem,” you called him out by nickname causing a smile, “such a dirty girl.” your attraction had been found out, but he didn't push you away in disgust or politely decline your advances, he indulged in the way your body called out for him. His eyes called out for more. You had been the one making advances, the roles completely switch as a dominant energy waved off the boy. 

“Sage we are heading back now!” Kiri’s words rang reminding you of your current state. “Sage said she’ll stay back and clean with me, right?” Neteyam said as he removed his hand from behind you, “yea I’ll catch up with you later,” you turned and smiled at the girl, “alright!” she smiled back before leaving with the group.

Still turned as you watched everyone else leave, you felt a hand find its place around your neck, this time with a stronger grip. Out of reflex, your hand grabbed the larger hand causing Neteyam to coo at you, “you're just so pretty.” His other hand trailed down your body looking for somewhere to stop, he let go of your neck manhandling you to your knees. “You're a good girl, right?” you nodded your head looking at the bulge under his loincloth, “I’ll do whatever you want,” he smiled at your words taking his loincloth off and showing off the hard cock he had hidden.

You take the cock in your hand, rubbing up and down attempting to fit in your mouth. Before you could even lick the tip, he put his hand on your chin. “Open wide,” he shoved fingers in your mouth, “so ready aren't you?” you nodded as you sucked his fingers. He grabbed the cock, which was dripping in precum, and brought it to your mouth. You gladly let him control your head, as he played with you as if you were some disposal toy.

His moans echoed in the air, making you even wetter, “shit, Sage,” you slowly found yourself dragging your hand to your lower parts, rubbing the clit lightly. “Aw, are you that desperate? You can’t even wait for me to finish?” his words turned you on as he made your head go faster. His moans became high-pitched as his load fell in your mouth. “Don't waste a single drop,” following his orders you swallowed the whole thing, showing your tongue off as proof.

He pushes you softly into the grass, bringing his head down to your legs,“ so wet, just for me,” he smiled before digging his fingers deep into you, a loud moan echoing. He watched your lips as drool fell from them, you were too far gone to notice anyway. The pleasure continued as his pace sped up, “I’m gonna cum, Neteyam!”

He smirked at you, slowly taking his fingers out, causing you to whine, “no, please let me-,” he cut you off with a kiss. You returned it attempting to drag his hand back, he broke the kiss, “oh, baby you didn't think it was that easy, did you? I’ll let you come when I want, whenever I want. You are mine now.”

His words, in any sane person, would cause fear, but for you, it caused a small heartbeat in between your legs. “I wouldn't want anybody else,” you said smiling at him, “but you are gonna let me cum.” you assumed your words would make him return to in between your legs, but they only made him smile and walk off.

You followed behind the boy, screaming his name. But to him, this was only the first part eventually you would become his perfect toy.

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Ya’ll I’ve had a lot of free time this week to write!! I was your comments from my last story, and I’ll definitely try and make a second part!! Hope you all enjoy this one!

[mrsfrankadler]

Handsome Stranger

ransom drysdale x reader, carter Baizen x reader

A/N: okay why is this man so fine.. put him in jail this has to be against some law somewhere. my god.

- can be a standalone but you’ll wanna read this first, a little backstory for ya🤷🏾‍♀️

Warning: Ransom is lowkey an asshole, bad flirting, swear words 😓

Summary: You finally let rich boy Ran take you out. Let's hope he doesn't ruin his chances… [ 🤣 ]

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Nobody's POV

When you and Ransom arrived to location of the party, it was a big white house illuminated by the floor lights leading to the door.

You just stared in awe. You weren't used to this. Not big parties or being surrounded by loads of rich people. Just staying in with Jake trying to make your way down the watchlist. You never would've guessed you'd be here in front of this modern mansion, with this super fine rich guy in the seat next to you.

"What are you thinkin' about?"

You were pulled back to reality. You turned your head to face him.

"Nothing." You deadpanned. You couldn't let this cocky bastard find out you were nervous. "Let's go."

You quickly got out of the car, being careful not to roll your ankle over the gravel in your heels and made your way to the door, Ransom following closely behind.

When you reached the door, Ransom leaned forward to knock and rested his other hand on the small of your back.

As you waited by the door, he started to rub your back.

"You sure you're okay, gorgeous?" He pulled you closer to him by your waist. You sighed trying to think up something to say but you were saved by the bell. The door abruptly opened to reveal a slightly disheveled redhead.

Her auburn hair was littered with thin braids and there was a dark brown eyeshadow clouding her kind, green eyes.

She looked to Ransom first, subtly squinting her eyes at him before greeting him. "Ransom." Clearly they had met before... Then she turned to look at you.

"Hi, pretty!" She held out her hand for you to shake, "What's your name?"

"Y/N." You took her hand and the coldness of her rings tickled your skin.

"Wanda, nice to meet you." She winked.

Y/N POV

She invited the two of us inside of the spacious estate and the loud pop music flooded my ears and vibrated my head. Looking around, seeing designer jewellery and old money, I became hyper aware of my surroundings. I began to feel inferior, not good enough to be here. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest and my eyes darted around frantically until they landed on the open bar across the living room.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in, tugging Ransom by his arm to whisper in his ear, "I'm going to the bar, find me there later." You looked to Wanda, "excuse me." And left for the bar.

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Making your way to the bar you set your eyes on the last free bar stool and started to make your way to it, but just before you could get to it, someone swiftly sat there instead, causing you sto stumble slightly backward.

You cleared your throat in annoyance, "Uhm, excuse me.."

The person who took your seat turned around slowly with a slight smirk on his face. He had curly, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, were you going to sit here?" He looked up at you, the flirtation evident in his tone.

"Yes. I was." You replied, matter-of-factly.

"Well, I'm sorry princess, but I can't give it up." You furrowed your brows, "I was here first." He stayed smiling and shrugging.

You figured you had no time for bullshit tonight; so you turned around ready to walk away, you guessed you'd just have to find a drink elsewhere but he grabbed grabbed your wrist before I could get anywhere.

"Oh- wait!" What now?

Y/N POV

When I turned around, he had long wiped that smirk right off of his face, it had now been replaced with a sincere apologetic look.

"I- I'm sorry if I came off as an asshole." He sighed. "I was trying to flirt..."

Wow, flattering.

"Yeah well, nice job, Romeo," I retorted.

His brows scrunched together, but he smiled at my joke.

He started to pull me closer by my wrist, "I just wanted an excuse to talk to you, I guess. You're very beautiful."

You felt your face grow hot, he was so smooth with it. He had managed to push you away and reel you right back in within minutes and you were most definitely falling for it.

"Thank you." You giggled at his compliment.

"What's your name?"

You told him your name.

"Well. Beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He winked and you snickered.

"Wow, never heard that one before."

He chuckled before standing up. He must have been around 6 feet. "Have my seat, princess."

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Nobody’s POV

You and this charming stranger began to talk and the conversation was flowing effortlessly. You had learned his name, Carter, and the fact that though this was his party, it was his parent's house. He just wanted to host here because it's much bigger than his loft in New York.

You had soon taken a liking to Carter. Though he was cocky and the beginning, you came to find out he was just trying to flirt and in reality he was quite sweet.

Inevitably though, your relaxed conversation was soon interrupted when a heavy hand suddenly landing on your shoulder mid sentence. Ransom.

"Ransom!" The brunette exclaimed. "How are you, man? It's so good to see you." Ransom must be pretty well known.

The two men shook hands firmly as Ransom suspiciously looked between you and Carter before replying to Carter's greeting.

"So, what are we talking about?" Ransom huffed.

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You slumped into the passenger seat of Ransoms BMW, rolling your eyes as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

See, when he came over to you and Carter, you expected the two of them to start conversing about rich man activities like boats or golf or something, but instead Ransom thought it would be a good idea to pick a fight and accuse Carter of flirting with his girl.

"For the record, big-head, I am not your girl. Don't get it twisted."

He just sighed looking on at the road and gripping the steering wheel, "Okay but, he's.., he's not man enough for you, not good enough. He's recently 20, practically a kid. I'm comin' up 27, I can provide."

You sarcastically mouthed, "wow." to yourself as he rattled on about how much better he is

"Well, what kind of woman do you take me for thinkin I'm gonna run off with some other guy when I'm supposed to be your date to the party." You turned to look at him, your eyes shooting daggers.

"I'm sorry." He momentarily looked down. He could be an asshole sometimes but he seemed genuinely sorry.

His vintage beemer came to a slow outside of you and Jake's shared, little house,

"So... we going to your place or should we go to mine?" he furrowed his brows trying to convince you with that stupid, sexy little smirk. You just laughed to yourself in disbelief.

"You know what you can just drop me right here, thanks Ransom." you replied sweetly, trying not to break. You swiftly got out of the car, trying not to roll your ankle on the concrete and made your way to the door.

"Well, I'll see you later?" He called out.

You yelled back, "Don't hold your breath, Ran."

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A/N: welp. Ransom is being a dick. shock horror🤷🏾‍♀️. (somebody give me motivation and ideas).

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One Of Us - Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington

A/N: omg! I was able to complete this story! I really hope you guys like it cause it turned out to be really long but I liked how it turned out xD 

Requests -  Anonymous asked: i need more steddie x reader comfort plssss maybe when like the reader doesn’t feel good enough for them so she leaves them and theyre like ‘i know for a fact she didnt stop loving us’ and they somehow find out that she’s been beating herself up abt it and having breakdowns and really in need of them but she can’t go to them bc she doesn’t deserve them and just a lot of angst to the reader but comfort in the end??sorry this is long!!

-  theweirdone2468 submitted: Hiiii!! I was wondering could you do steddie x reader where reader is/was always quiet growing up and has abandonment issues and easily left out and reader starts feeling left out and doesn’t know how to tell them. Basically angst to fluff please I love your writing!!!! 

Warning: polyamorous!relationship (SteddiexReader); reader is feeling insecure and left out; mentions of sex; this is really angsty and super long; I think that’s it, but please let me know if I missed anything

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :) gif isn’t mine :D

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One Of Us

One of us is crying, one of us is lying In a lonely bed... staring at the ceiling Wishing she was somewhere else instead One of us is lonely, one of us is only... waiting for a call Sorry for herself, feeling stupid, feeling small Wishing she had never left at all

“Good morning, Buster” you smiled when you felt your dog getting on your bed and waking you up.

You opened your eyes and saw the beautiful Bernese mountain dog looking at you and you scratched the back of his ear. You remembered the day you and Eddie brought him home. You found him wandering the streets by himself and you didn’t have the heart to leave him there. So you brought him back home with you and begged Steve to let you keep him. Which wasn’t really that hard since he put up that act of ‘I-don’t-want-a-dog’ that was over as soon as he saw Buster’s eyes and now he was the one who spoiled him the most.

“Where are your dads?” you asked, sitting up. And then you saw a note on Eddie’s side of the bed. “Oh, right” you sighed, opening the letter, letting you know that Steve had to go to work early and Eddie was planning some big campaign, so he needed Dustin’s help.

You didn’t really mind it. But always asked them to wake you up before they left to say goodbye. You knew they wanted to let you sleep in on your day off, but you still missed them. You felt like you had been seeing less of them in the past few weeks. Either your work schedule would cross with Steve’s or Eddie’s campaign or new job after school, or they would come home really late when you were already asleep, or leave before you got up. You were still trying to get into the routine now that you have been in your new apartment for a few months, which is why all of you were working more. You loved your new apartment and you knew they did too, but you still couldn’t help but miss them.

At least, since it was your day off, that meant you could take their lunch and have some time with each one of them. And, your anniversary was coming up soon in a couple of days and you three will spend the entire weekend together. You smiled to yourself, getting up from the bed and bringing Buster with you.

“Come on, boy. We have a big day ahead of us!” you said, excitedly as Buster followed you around the apartment.

After finishing your chores and making lunch for your two boys, you put each of them in the lunchboxes you got them. Even if they were a bit childish, you knew Steve loved his green Ninja Turtles lunchbox, and Eddie loved his Scooby Doo lunchbox so much he even threatened everyone in Hellfire if they made fun of it.

You headed out the door with Buster by your side. You knew Eddie and Steve hated the fact that you were his favorite. No matter how much the two of them spoiled him since he was a puppy (even if they loved to deny it) if you were to make him choose, you were certain Buster would run to you. Because you had. Eddie tried endless times to get him to go over to him instead, but he went to you. Every single time.

You drove Steve’s car, thankful that they took Eddie’s van since you were, as Steve liked to say ‘a hazard’ driving a car that big, and you headed over to Hawkins High first. You walked out of the car and were immediately surrounded by Dustin, Mike, Will, and Lucas. Mostly because they loved Buster.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Dustin greeted you, happily as they approached you both and the other three did the same.

“Hi, guys, how are you?” you smiled at them as Lucas and Will knelt down to pet Buster.

“Hi, buddy!” Lucas said, happily as Buster started licking his face. He loved the kids almost as much as you and your boyfriends did.

“Have you guys seen Eddie? I brought his lunch for him” you smiled.

“Oh, yeah, he’s supposed to meet us in like ten minutes to go over something about the campaign” Dustin told you.

“He said something about handling a deal on the… benches like off campus or something” Mike said.

“Oh, yeah, I know where that is” you told them. “Thanks, guys! I’ll see you around” you smiled as you started walking to the spot where you knew Eddie handled most of his deals. “Come on, boy” you said, going with Buster.

You stopped when you heard someone laughing—someone who wasn’t Eddie. You stepped closer and saw Chrissy Cunningham sitting on one side of the table as Eddie dramatically fell to the floor and then got up, making her laugh.

"On the good news, flattery works with me so… 25% discount off your purchase, lovely lady” you heard him say with a smile.

You trusted Eddie wholeheartedly. Steve as well. But there were just a few moments where you couldn’t help but let your insecurities get the best of you. They were both really handsome men. You knew that. So, it didn’t help when perfect people, like Chrissy Cunningham, got their attention and he made her laugh the way he was doing it now. You knew Eddie and he did whatever he could to make people comfortable around him, and that’s probably what he was doing. But you hated the fact that sometimes it made an ugly feeling grow inside of you. One that always told you that they could do so much better than you. You tried to bury them deep inside. And you would think that it wouldn’t happen as much since you have been together for so long, living together and all. But you still had a bit of trouble controlling these feelings sometimes. You couldn't really help it. Everyone in your life had left at some point. Steve and Eddie were the people that had shown you what love really was. So you were constantly terrified that it would happen with them too. You were snapped out of your thoughts when Buster barked loudly when he saw one of his dads.

“Shit” you muttered. “Buster!”

“Is someone there?” you heard Chrissy ask, worriedly.

“Princess?” you heard Eddie walking towards you. “What are you doing here?” he smiled.

“S-sorry” you said, trying to calm Buster down. “We didn’t mean to scare you” you smiled looking at Chrissy.

“Oh, hello, (Y/N)” she smiled kindly at you. “Who is this cutie?” she asked excitedly when she saw Buster.

“Oh, this is my boy, Buster” Eddie said, grabbing him from you. He was going to walk over to Chrissy but Buster barked louder, startling her and running back towards you.

“Buster!” you said, kneeling down to pet him.

“Hey! We don’t do that!” Eddie scowled him. “Sorry, he’s usually really friendly” he apologized.

“That’s okay” Chrissy said, still a little nervous, and sat back down.

“Sorry” you said. “We were just um-” you said, putting Eddie’s lunchbox up. “Bringing your lunch” you said, smiling at Eddie.

“Oh shit!” Eddie said, realizing he completely forgot. “I’m so sorry, princess! I swear I’ll just be five minutes-”

“Oh, I can come back later-”

“N-no, don’t be silly. I know you two have to go to class soon” you said, handing Eddie his lunchbox, making his smile fall completely.

“But… we always have lunch together on your day off” he frowned. “I’m sorry I forgot, love, I swear-”

“No, love, it’s okay” you smiled at him. “We have some errands to run” you said, pointing at Buster. “And we also have to go give Steve his lunch” you insisted. “It’s okay, really, you have things to do” you told him.

“You sure?” he asked, still not convinced.

“Yeah, love” you insisted. “We should uh- get going” you told him. “B-bye, Chrissy” you waved at the cheerleader.

“Bye, it was so good to see you” she waved politely. It really didn’t help that she was so sweet.

“Hey” Eddie said, pulling you away a little. “Are you sure everything’s okay? I can be free in like five minutes-”

“Eddie, it’s fine, love” you insisted. “I know you still have to meet up with the guys to talk about the campaign” you told him.

Eddie sighed, still unconvinced but he did forget and it was his fault that his time with you was now cut short. He loved your lunches together. Especially fighting over who got the best post-it by Steve. But he thought maybe you were really running errands and he actually had to talk about the campaign with Dustin and some of the other guys.

“Okay” he gave up. “See you tonight? I’ll make it up to you, okay?” he smiled.

“You don’t have to make it up to me, love” you smiled but he leaned down to kiss you quickly on the lips and then the cheek and then the forehead.

“Too late. I’m doing it anyways” he said, making you giggle. “See you later, man” he said, kneeling down to pat Buster and kissing his head. “You take care of her, okay?” he said, before getting up. “I love you” he said, kissing your forehead again.

“Love you too” you smiled before walking away with Buster and Eddie went back to Chrissy. “Let’s go, boy” you told your partner walking back to the car.

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Second stop, Family Video. You parked your car and opened the door for Buster to walk out with you. You put his leash on him, knowing that you had to keep him closer in busier places. You stopped right outside the door when a group of girls walked out of the store.

“I told you he was working today!” you heard one of them laugh with the rest. “He is so cute!”

“I think he’s into you” you heard another one tell the third friend as they walked the other way.

You looked inside and saw Steve leaning over the counter talking to two other girls. Again, you knew this was a regular occurrence. Your boyfriend was stupidly handsome and girls literally came in just to see him. But you trusted him. With your entire heart. It just made you feel uneasy sometimes when pretty girls basically threw themselves at your boyfriends. You knew Chrissy wasn’t throwing herself at Eddie. She had a boyfriend, as much of a jerk as he was, and she knew Eddie was with you and Steve. But sometimes, the girls that flirted with Steve didn’t know that. So, the ugly feeling tended to come back when that happened. Like now. You entered the store and saw the two girls laughing, a little too hard, at something that Steve was saying. And once again, your furry little friend gave you away.

“Uh, sorry, we don’t allow pets in here” Steve said before looking your way, but then he saw you. “Oh hey, sweetheart!” he said, smiling brightly at you. You noticed the two girls’ smiles drop and them glaring at you as Steve walked over to you, completely leaving them unattended, and gave you a kiss on your forehead. “Buster!” he said, kneeling down excitedly and petting him.

“Love, you have customers” you reminded him and he got up again.

“Right” he said, looking back at the girls. “Just one minute, okay?” he said, running over to the counter. You started walking around the store and browsing through the movies to get one for tonight. “Hello there, pretty lady” Steve said, appearing at the end of the hall you were currently in.

“Hi, love” you smiled at him.

“You’re here early” he frowned.

“Oh, yeah um… Eddie was busy so, we didn’t get to have lunch together” you explained, and then you saw his expression change. “What?”

“Shit, I’m sorry, sunshine” he told you. “Keith called this morning and he’s gonna be here in like ten minutes for a meeting so-”

“Oh” you said, feeling a little disappointed again. But it wasn’t Steve’s fault. Just like it wasn’t Eddie’s fault. They were just busy. “It’s okay, we just came over to bring you your lunch” you said, handing him his lunchbox. “We have some errands to run” you told him.

“I’m really sorry, sweetheart-”

“No, don’t be silly, love” you smiled. “I know you’re busy, and plus, I don’t think Keith would be happy to find Buster here” you insisted. “We’ll see you later tonight?” you smiled.

“Yes! I promise I’ll make it up to you, okay?”

“You don’t have to do that” you told him.

“Still going to” he said, giving you a peck on the lips. “I’m taking your favorite movie and we can all watch it tonight, okay?”

“But it’s your turn to-”

“Doesn’t matter” he insisted, grabbing the movie he knew you were going to reach for and smiling at you. “Okay?”

“Okay” you nodded, smiling at him. Steve leaned in to kiss you again when the bell of the door opening was heard again. “Shit, I have to go” he said, pulling away. “I’m sorry, love” he said, kissing your forehead. “I’ll see you tonight, alright? I love you” he smiled.

“I love you too” you said as he walked back to the counter to help the new guests. Girls again.

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The days went by just the same. You barely saw them around. Even that day when both told you they’d make it up to you they came home when you were already asleep. It was now Thursday night and you were once again by yourself, making dinner, waiting for Steve and Eddie to come home. You thought you might finally get some time with them tonight and you had the weekend ahead which was reserved for just the three of you.

Including Friday, since Eddie didn’t have school because of some teacher conference so you and Steve asked for the day off. You were excited and you couldn't wait to have them all to yourself for three whole days. You missed them so much. And you were certain they missed you too. You heard Buster barking and running to the door and you heard Eddie’s van coming from outside, since it could be heard for like three blocks away, really. They were home.

“Hey, buddy” you heard Eddie coming through the door. “Hi, princess” he said, coming over to you as Steve greeted Buster.

“Hi, love” you smiled and then turned to Steve.

“Hey, sunshine” he said, kissing your forehead.

“Dinner’s almost ready” you told them, but your smile dropped when you noticed them share a look. “What?”

“Love, we’re going to Jonathan’s tonight, remember?” Steve said, frowning.

“Yeah, Argyle’s in town and we had this guys night planned with the kids and all-”

“Oh, right” you said, remembering when they told you about it a couple of days ago. You still couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. It was the first night in all week you had seen them. But at least you had the entire weekend ahead of you. “I guess I forgot” you smiled at them.

“Do you want us to stay?” Steve asked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“No, don’t be silly” you insisted, smiling at them. “You guys go have fun, I’ll just watch a movie and go to bed early snuggling with Buster” you told them.

“Lucky Buster” Eddie said, pulling you from Steve, making you laugh a little.

“We’ll make it up to you on Sunday, love” Steve said smiling at you.

You froze a little and looked up at him and then Eddie with a frown on your face.

“Sunday?” you asked, confused.

“Yeah, I have to work all day tomorrow” he said as if it was obvious, walking over to your bedroom to get changed.

“And we’re using the free day to move forward in our campaign” Eddie told you, following Steve.

Your heart felt like it broke into a million pieces. Did they honestly forget? Maybe they were just messing with you and this was part of a surprise they would have for your anniversary.

“Wait, so you’re going to be busy all day tomorrow?” you asked, following them.

“Yeah” they shrugged as if it was nothing.

“W-what about Saturday?” you asked, thinking maybe they just forgot about tomorrow.

“Well, since we’re playing D&D all day tomorrow, the band is practicing on Saturday” Eddie explained as he changed.

“Yeah, and Keith asked me to come in the morning to train a new guy starting at Family Video” Steve said proudly.

You tried your best to smile since this meant he was getting more responsibilities and on his way to maybe becoming shift manager, but your heart ached horribly. They really just forgot all about your plans.

“S-so you’re going to be busy all weekend?” you asked, trying your best to not have your voice break.

“Not Sunday” Eddie replied. “We promise, Sunday is all yours, princess. Whatever you want” he said, quickly kissing your head and going over to get his keys. “Let’s go, Steve, we’re gonna be late!”

“But-”

“Sorry, sunshine” Steve said, mimicking Eddie’s actions. “We’ll make it up to you, okay? Promise!”

“I just-”

“Bye Buster” Steve said, patting him at the entrance.

“Take care of our girl, okay?” Eddie said as they left the apartment, closing the door behind them.

As soon as you heard Eddie’s van start again, you let the tears fall down your face. You couldn’t believe this was happening. They literally forgot your anniversary. Both of them. You ran over to the kitchen and grabbed the phone to call the two people that knew about your insecurities eating away at you. You heard it ring a couple of times before Nancy answered.

“Hello?”

“Nancy?” you asked, with your voice betraying you a little.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong, are you okay?”

“Um… not really” you admitted. “Could you… maybe come over? Is Robin with you?”

“Yeah, of course, do you need us to bring anything?”

“No, I had actually made dinner for Steve and Eddie but they-”

“Ugh, let me guess, boys night? Mike made me drive him” she said, sounding annoyed.

“Yeah” you said, quietly.

“Okay, honey, hold on, we’ll be right there, okay?” she said. You could hear Robin in the background, grabbing whatever they needed. You could only nod before the line went dead and you sat on the floor. Buster was instantly by your side and you hugged him tightly to you.

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On Friday afternoon, Eddie walked inside your apartment earlier than he thought he would. The guys at Hellfire were better at the campaign than he anticipated and they managed to complete it early. He would be more upset if it didn’t mean that he got to come home to you and that Steve would be out soon. He was even able to pick up some of your favorite brownies and pastries from a bakery you loved down the street.

“Hey princess, I’m home!” he called when he entered the empty apartment. He frowned, confused, and started looking around. You were always home by the time he got there, and if you weren’t, at least Buster would be home. “Buster? C’mere buddy!” he called whistling, thinking he was just being a little shit and not wanting to leave your side like he usually did.

He walked over to the kitchen but found it empty. He then went to your bedroom to see if maybe the two of you were taking a nap, but nobody was there. He was certain that you’d be out of work by now. He went over to the kitchen and grab the phone to call your work. But he got even more confused when Jonathan told him that you had taken the day off and the rest of the weekend as well. So, he decided to call Steve.

“What’s wrong, love?” Steve asked as soon as he heard Eddie’s worried voice.

“(Y/N) is not home and neither is Buster!” he said, panicking.

“What do you mean they’re not home? She should be out of work by now and Buster should be home!”

“I called her job, Jonathan said she asked for the day off! And the whole weekend!”

“What? Do you think she wasn’t feeling good and didn’t tell us?”

“But then she would be here! With Buster!” Eddie said, worriedly.

“Okay, love calm down. I will be home in ten minutes and we’ll figure this out, okay? Maybe she’s over at Nancy’s or Robin’s. Robin’s off today too!”

“No! I’m not staying here, I’ll pick you up and we’ll go to Wheeler’s!”

“Eddie-”

“I’ll be there in five minutes!”

Eddie and Steve were now driving around town, over to Nancy’s house. That was their first thought.

“Eddie, love, I know you’re worried, but you need to calm down! You’re driving like a mad man!”

“Why aren’t you more worried, Steve? She is nowhere to be found! She didn’t go to work and she took Buster with her!”

“What do you mean she took Buster with her-?”

“She doesn’t do that unless she’s going to visit either one of us!” he told him. “She always tells us when she has the day off and what she's doing! And she’s always home when we get there, Steve!”

“Eddie, calm down. I’m sure she has an explanation for this, okay? Maybe she’s having girls' night with Nancy and Robin and just forgot to tell us and she brought Buster because she hates leaving him alone-”

“She took some stuff with her” Eddie said all of the sudden.

“W-what?” Steve asked, feeling his heart drop. “What do you mean? What did she take?”

“Just some clothes and her toothbrush” Eddie told him. “Her pillow was also gone” he said, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “You don’t think she-” he sighed. “You don’t think she would leave, right?”

“Eddie-” Steve said, feeling a huge pain in his heart. He knew that Eddie always feared that either you or he would leave. Just like his parents did. “Of course, not! She would never do that!”

“I just-” he said as he parked outside of Nancy’s house. “I know for a fact she didn’t just stop loving us! But… why would she do something like this-?”

“Eddie, listen to me” Steve said, grabbing his hands. “She wouldn’t just leave, okay?” he assured him. “We both know that. I know that you’re worried, but I swear that this will all have an explanation, okay?” he said, placing one of his hands on Eddie’s cheek as a few tears rolled down his cheek.

“Okay” he whispered, nodding.

“I love you” Steve smiled, giving him a peck on the lips.

“I love you too” he said, trying to smile back.

“Let’s go get our girl, okay?” Steve said as they both got out of the car.

The two of them walked over and Steve knocked on the door. He was surprised when it was Robin who answered.

“Hey, dingus” she smiled at Steve. “Dingus number two” she said, turning to Eddie. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey, Rob, is (Y/N) here?” Steve asked.

“No” she replied as if it was obvious. “Isn’t she with you?”

“Hey, Robin who was at the door?” Nancy asked, coming over and looking at the two boys standing at the entrance of her house. “Steve? Eddie? What are you guys doing here?”

“We’re looking for (Y/N)” Eddie told her. “Do you know where she is?”

“What are you talking about? She’s supposed to be with you” Nancy asked confused.

“What?” Steve asked, starting to get worried.

“Didn’t you spend all day together?” Robin asked just as confused as Nancy.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asked.

“Oh my God! She was right. You two actually forgot!” Nancy asked, getting upset.

“Forget what? Wheeler!” Eddie complained.

“Eddie, calm down” Steve said, grabbing his hand. “What are you girls talking about?”

“What day is today?” Robin asked them.

“Friday?” Eddie said as if it was obvious.

“Not the day of the week, you dingus! What date is today?” she repeated. And then, they saw the two boys pale and look at each other.

“Holy shit!” they muttered at the same time.

“Fuck! We both forgot our anniversary” Eddie said, feeling horrible.

“We had plans for the whole weekend together” Steve added. “How could we both forget?”

“Wait, but that still doesn’t explain why she’s gone” Eddie told them. “I mean, why didn’t she tell us? And when she’s angry she just stops talking to us but she doesn’t leave” he said.

The two boys noticed the girls sharing a look nervously.

“What?” Steve asked and they turned to look at him. They were certain that they knew something and weren’t telling them. “Robin!” he tried. He knew Nancy could take it to the grave, but Robin was a terrible liar.

“Well-”

“It’s not our place to say” Nancy interrupted her.

“Wheeler! We’re dying here!” Eddie begged.

“Nance, please, what are you two hiding from us? Is there something that we have to know?”

“Look… have you… have you noticed anything about her, lately?”

“What do you mean?”

“Has she been acting differently?”

“Different how? Look we’re really worried here okay? She’s not home! And she took Buster!” Eddie said, desperate. “Just tell us for fucks sake!”

“Alright, look” Nancy started. “She was really upset last night and she asked us to come over” she started explaining. “She said she’s been feeling a bit… neglected lately” she told them.

“What? Why?” Steve asked, feeling even worse.

“Well, you guys have been working a lot lately and so has she and she just said that it has been a long time since the three of you spent some time together so she was really looking forward to this weekend and you two idiots didn’t even remember!”

“Also how she feels insecure when you two flirt with other girls” Robin added.

“Robin!” Nancy widened her eyes at her.

“What? We don’t flirt with other girls!” Eddie asked, upset.

“Look” Nancy sighed. “You know that she has always struggled with being left out of things and people leaving her, right? She didn’t grow up in the best home-” she started.

“Yes, we know” Eddie snapped a little. “But we have made everything to let her know how much we love her! So we don’t really appreciate you accusing us of-”

“Eddie, love, calm down” Steve said, grabbing his hand again. “Nance, you know we would never intentionally make her feel that way-”

“I know” she nodded. “But she mentioned that lately, she started feeling a little… self-conscious about… some things” she explained. “A couple of situations, I guess, just added up and I guess you two forgetting your anniversary just made it even more real” she told them.

“Made what more real?!”

“She doesn’t feel important to you anymore!” Nancy blurted out, hating the hurt look on the boys.

“You have to be fucking kidding me!” Eddie muttered before he just walked away from everyone and back to his van.

“Look, we obviously fucked up, big time” Steve said brushing a hand through his hair.

“You think?” Robin told him and he glared at her.

“But we didn’t mean to! Of course, she’s important to us! She’s the most important thing in our lives!” he insisted.

“We tried to tell her that” Nancy told him. “We told her you wouldn’t forget your anniversary and you probably were just planning a surprise for her” she said.

“Did she say anything about today to you? Where she might go or something? I know she doesn’t have many places to go but… we thought she would be here” he tried.

“Sorry, Steve. She didn’t mention any of that. We just thought she’d stay home and maybe talk to you guys about it” Nancy told him.

“Okay” he said, sadly. “Please if you hear from her or if she comes here-”

“We’ll let you know, promise” Nancy assured him.

“Thanks” he said. “We have the walkie-talkie Henderson gave us so just use the channel okay?”

“Okay” Robin nodded. “Hey, Steve, she’s gonna be fine. Maybe she just needed some time to herself” she suggested.

“Yeah, maybe” Steve smiled sadly before walking over to Eddie who was now hitting and kicking his car. “Eddie, love stop!”

“No! We fucked up, Steve! We let her down! We did the one thing we promised her we’d never do!”

“Eddie, we’re gonna fix this!”

“How? We don’t even know where she is!” he said, with tears streaming down his face.

“Hold on” Steve sighed, going over to the front and grabbing the walkie-talkie. “Henderson!”

“Steve?”

“Yes, Henderson, we need a favor! We need you, Wheeler, Sinclair, Byers, El, Max, anyone to tell us if you have seen (Y/N)!”

“What? What do you mean? Is she missing?”

“Look, I don’t have time to explain, we just need to find her! Please just help me!”

“Alright, hold on, let me ask if someone’s seen her” he responded.

“Thanks, man” he replied, going back to Eddie.

“It’s getting darker, Steve-!”

“We’re going to find her. And then we’re going to apologize and we’ll make this up to her and fix this. And, Buster is with her, and we know he takes care of her. It’s gonna be okay, love, I promise! Let’s just… go to some of her favorite places okay?”

“Okay” Eddie nodded and Steve took the keys out of his hand.

“I’ll drive, love” he smiled, kissing his forehead. “Let’s go!”

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The two of them had been driving around for a while to all of the places they knew you loved, but no such luck. Until Eddie heard Dustin’s voice again.

“Hey, Steve!”

“Dustin! What do you have, man?”

“Eddie! So, none of the guys have seen her, but Max mentioned something about seeing Steve’s car in the trailer park” he said, as the two of them looked at each other confused.

“Are you sure? Is Red there with you?”

The two of them heard a ruckus on the other side and then Max’s voice came up.

“Hey! Yes, I thought it was weird, but it was parked right outside your old trailer” she explained. “I didn’t see if she was in there, but you guys can try- shut up, Dustin! I’m busy here!”

“Okay, that’s great! Thanks, so much, Max! If you see her or if she gets in touch with you, please let us know!” Steve said, grabbing the radio from Eddie.

“You guys fucked up, huh?”

“We don’t have time for this, Red! Bye!” Eddie said, turning the radio off as Steve turned around and drove as fast as he could to the trailer park. “Okay, there it is! That’s your car!” Eddie pointed at the old trailer where the three of you lived and they noticed the lights were on.

Eddie didn’t even wait for Steve to stop the car to jump out and started running towards the trailer, Steve close behind him, pulling him back.

“Eddie, slow down, love” he said as they stopped in front of a window.

They looked inside and saw you asleep on your old couch. It had been a few months since the three of you moved into your new apartment but everything still looked the same, only emptier. You were wearing one of Steve’s old basketball t-shirts and one of Eddie’s sweaters on top and your favorite movie was playing on the TV. They slowly walked over to the door and walked inside. As soon as they did, Buster launched at them barking furiously and making them jump back a little, Eddie stepping in front of Steve.

“Hey! Dude, what the hell? It’s us! Your fathers!” he complained as Buster calmed down but kept growling at them, standing in front of you, not letting them walk through.

“Buster” Steve said, kneeling down, only managing to make him bark again, louder this time and waking you up.

“Buster, what’s going on?” you asked, still asleep and opening your eyes and then you noticed your two boyfriends standing there. “Oh” you said, sitting up. “Hi” you smiled weakly at them. “Buster, c’mere boy!” you said, patting the spot next to you since he kept growling at Steve and Eddie. He instantly turned around and ran towards you, resting his head on your lap.

“Princess!” Eddie said, walking closer to you and sitting on the ground in front of you and Buster, Steve, following him. The two of them wanted to cry when they saw your red eyes and puffy cheeks. They could tell you had been crying, which is probably why Buster didn’t want them anywhere near you. “Love, we have been looking everywhere for you!”

“We are so sorry, sunshine!” Steve said, trying to hold your hand but Buster barked at him.

“Busty, that’s enough” you scowled at him in a soft tone and scratched his ear. “What are you guys doing here?” you asked, quietly, looking down at your lap.

“What are we-? Love, we have been looking everywhere for you! I got home and you and Buster weren’t there!” Eddie started.

“I’m sorry” you murmured. “I fell asleep. I was going to be back by dinner-”

“No, sweetheart, that’s not the point” Steve said, scootching a little closer and trying to grab your hand again but looking at Buster. When he didn’t do anything, he grabbed your hand and Eddie grabbed the other one. “We are so sorry!”

“We are the worst boyfriends in the world!”

“That’s not true” you said, looking up at them.

“Yes, it is!” Eddie argued. “We both forgot our anniversary!”

“And also… we went to look for you at Nancy’s and she and Robin told us that you talked with them last night” he said, making you pull away from them. You put your legs up on the couch and placed your hands on top of them. “Why didn’t you talk to us?”

“I’m sorry” you said, feeling your throat tightening a little.

“Princess, we’re not mad at you” Eddie said, sitting closer to you and placing his hand on your knee. “We just want to know how you’re feeling and what to do to make it better” he said.

“It’s just stupid. That’s why I didn’t want to say anything” you insisted.

“It’s not stupid” Steve said, placing his hand on your other knee. “It made you run away from us-”

“No, I didn’t run away, I would never do that!” you said with a couple of tears falling down your cheeks. “I just… I don’t know” you admitted.

“Talk to us, love” Eddie said, trying to contain his own tears. “Please” he said, squeezing his grip on your knee.

“It’s just…” you sighed. “Things have been changing a lot” you started. “And I know it’s good things because you’re moving up in your job” you said, looking at Steve. “And you got a new job and your band is getting more gigs and your D&D campaign and all” you told Eddie. “But I just… I missed you. I missed how things were when we wre still living here, which is why… I came here” you told them. “Ever since we moved into our new apartment, I feel like I barely see you. You’re always gone when I wake up and I fall asleep before you come home” you told them. “And this past week I couldn’t have lunch with either of you and you got to spend last night together and…” you said, crying a little more. “Y-you forgot about our weekend-”

“We know, and we are so sorry, love” Eddie said, holding your hand again and Steve did the same.

“We feel horrible about that, we didn’t mean to, sweetheart-”

“I know” you nodded. “I know you didn’t mean to, it’s just…” you sighed, looking at Buster and scratching his ear. “You didn’t seem to miss me as much as I missed you and I just thought… I don’t know” you said, with a few tears falling down your cheeks again.

“Princess, of course, we miss you” Eddie said, getting up and sitting down next to you, Buster, growling a little when he was moved away from you.

“Tell us what else is going through your pretty mind, sweetheart” Steve said, sitting on your other side and kissing your forehead.

“It’s nothing” you said, resting your head on his shoulder and holding Eddie’s hand.

“Love” Eddie said, bringing your hand to his lips.

“It was just a lot this week, I guess” you said, quietly. “Look, I love you guys, so much and I know you love me too, I do, but… it’s just… sometimes it’s hard” you admitted.

“What is?” Steve asked.

“Well, it’s just…” you sighed again and got up. “You have to promise me you won’t freak out and let me talk” you told them. “Okay?”

“Okay” Steve nodded.

“Promise” Eddie agreed.

“Sometimes it’s just hard because you two are just… like… so perfect it’s infuriating, okay? And I just don’t get why you would want to be with me-”

“What-?”

“How can-?”

“You promised” you said, throwing them a look and they closed their mouths. “I know that you two love me, okay, I do! I just… sometimes I don’t get why, okay? I mean, my own family didn’t want me! Every person I dated before you just… left me for someone better and sometimes I’m just scared that you two are going to realize that and… do the same thing” you said, sadly. “Like… this week, on my day off when I went to give you two your lunch I…” you sighed and looked at Eddie. “You were talking with Chrissy and she was laughing a lot and I know you were just being nice to her but… she’s so pretty and nice and I just… I don’t know!” you said, turning to Steve. “And then I went over to Family Video and this group of girls came out talking about how handsome you were and that you were probably into one of them and I know that’s not true but sometimes it bothers me that girls practically throw themselves at you. Even in front of me! Pretty girls, who are also taller than me! Why is everyone taller than me?” you complained. “I know I’m overthinking and that’s why I didn’t want to say anything! Because I trust you two, I just sometimes feel like it’s only a matter of time before you-”

“Okay, no” Steve said, getting up as well. “That’s enough, don’t even finish that sentence” he said, grabbing your hands and pulling you to him. “Come here, sunshine” he said, sitting back down and pulling you between him and Eddie. “Listen to me” he said softly as Eddie wrapped his arms around you. “First of all, this is our fault, okay? We forgot our anniversary and we didn’t notice that you were feeling left out and we are so sorry” he started. “We know what you have gone through in your life and when we started dating, we promised you that we would always make you feel loved, because we love you and we miss you and we need you so much” he said, with his voice breaking a little. “We failed you, and I am so sorry that you have been feeling this way. You have no idea how scared we were today when we couldn't find you. I was trying my best to not freak out but I have never been more scared in my life. And I know that we have been saying this all week and we fucked up but we will make it up to you. There is nobody in this world that we love more than you, and there is absolutely no one that we would rather be with” he said, grabbing your hands in his. Tears kept falling down your cheeks and Eddie kept placing soft kisses on your head.

“R-really?” you smiled a little.

“Yes, princess” Eddie said, turning you a little so you can look at him now. “Everything Steve said is true. You are our favorite person in the world. If anything, we’re the ones who don’t deserve you” he told you.

“That’s not true-”

“Yes, it is. Look at everything you do for us, you always bring us our lunch in our cool lunchboxes” he continued. “You read Lord of the Rings to me every time I’m sick. You help me with my campaigns sometimes. You always listen to the music I want to listen to. And you help me when I get knots in my hair-”

“That goes for both of us” Steve added, making you smile a little.

“You plan movie nights with the kids. You come to all of my shows” Eddie kept on listing.

“You do everything for us, sweetheart” Steve told you.

“You have the most amazing heart of anybody I know” Eddie added. “Buster if proof of that” he said, making Buster bark at the sound of his name and you chuckled a little. “Which is probably why he loves you the most” he said.

“You had a whole weekend planned for us and we were just stupid enough to forget it” Steve said, apologetically.

“We love you so much” Eddie said, pulling you closer. “There is nobody in this world better for us than you” he insisted. “We are so sorry-”

“It’s okay” you told them. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner” you said. “I just… didn’t really know how and I didn’t want you to think that it was your fault or that I didn’t trust you because I do” you told them.

“We know, love” Steve said, kissing your cheek. “We still can be a little more cautious about that” he assured you.

“Yes, because we also hate it when a guy flirts with you so we know how it feels” Eddie added.

“That doesn’t happen” you laughed.

“Yes, it does” Eddie argued. “The fact that you don’t even notice just makes you more adorable, but it does, love” he said, kissing your other cheek.

“We are so sorry, sweetheart” Steve repeated. “And we promise to make more time with you, okay?”

“Really?”

“Yeah” Eddie said. “We can have a night a week that it’s just reserved for the three of us” he suggested before Buster barked loudly. “Four of us” he corrected, making you laugh.

“I’d like that” you smiled.

“We have like a board with a calendar at the shop with all the schedules, maybe we can have one in the kitchen to plan around it, and that way none of us will forget important dates” he proposed.

“Yes! I like that idea!” Eddie said, excitedly. “I’m canceling band practice tomorrow” he said.

“Yes, and I’m telling Keith I can’t make it to work-”

“No, guys, you don’t have to do that-”

“Yes, we do” Steve assured you. “We’re going to have the whole weekend just for the three of us. And we’re gonna do anything you want, okay?” he said, hugging you tighter and giving you a peck on the lips.

“We can start by getting your favorite take-out and watching your favorite movies tonight” Eddie said, giving you another kiss.

“That sounds wonderful” you smiled shyly at them.

“Let’s go home then” Steve said, kissing your forehead and then Eddie’s when he got up. “Come on, buddy” he said, snapping his fingers at Buster.

A few hours later, after a lovely dinner and a very heated session of make-up sex where the two of them kept proving to you how sorry they were, you were in your absolute favorite place in the world. Steve’s head was lying on your legs, almost asleep as you ran your fingers through his hair and you rested against Eddie’s chest while he ran his fingers through your hair. You were watching one of your favorite movies with Buster asleep on the floor after Steve basically fed him whatever he asked for. You turned to look at Eddie to see if he had fallen asleep and he smiled down at you.

“What?” he asked, kissing your forehead.

“Nothing” you smiled. “I’m sorry I scared you today” you told him and he lowered your hand to grab your free one.

“It’s okay, princess. At least Buster was taking care of you” he said, making you smile.

“I love you” you said, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Me too” he smiled back at you.

“Me three” Steve said, opening his eyes and looking up at you so you leaned down to kiss him as well.

The End

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A/N hope you liked it :D let me know what you think! :)

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You Could Know Me pt 3

Chapter 2

Peter comes to with a gasp, sweaty and panicking as he lurches to the side to cough out whatever he swallowed in that horrible sea of green. His breathing is ragged, feeling like electricity burning through his body and ringing in his ears. Peter barely feels the hand rubbing circles onto his back or the other holding him up gently, leaning him away from where he’d puked. He groans, gasping for breath as he tries to get his body to cooperate.

Blinking the spots away from his vision, Peter opens his eyes to see a room he’d never been in before. His ears stop ringing in time with his spidey sense enough for him to hear someone talking to him. Something like “It’s okay,”he catches and thinks he recognizes the deep voice. 

“Strange?” Peter croaks, going along with the hands that push him to sit up in what feels like a bed. He hears a huff of air closer than he expected and blinks until he catches sight of black and white hair. 

“Yeah kid, it’s pretty strange,”The guy says and… that’s not Dr. Strange, Peter thinks. He’s younger than Stephen. Not that Stephen is old, Peter amends, hoping the wizard isn’t reading his mind or anything. But both of them are definitely older than Peter. “You’re doing good, just take a moment to breathe, okay?”

Peter hums, closing his eyes and taking deep, slow breaths. He sort of felt like how he did the night he got bit by that spider. “What happ’ned?” Peter rasps, opening his eyes again to look at the guy with him. He feels a bit better, but for some reason the thoughts aren’t connecting. His spidey sense isn’t freaking out much anymore, and Peter feels like he’ll be safe with the stranger. 

The guy pauses before saying,”What do you remember, kiddo?”

And Peter has to close his eyes again to think. He remembers Dr. Strange. Stephen. He was… there was the sand guy, the crocodile man, octopus iron man, and electricity guy. But… Aunt May. Peter makes a whimpered sound before he can stop it,”A’nt May,”He frowns, bringing his hand to his eyes as his face heats up with tears. His head hurts. 

Peter feels the guy hold him close in what might be a hug, but Peter’s too out of it to think. His aunt is gone. She was… the last family member he had. Now he’s all alone. Is Dr. Strange gone too? Did Peter somehow cause him to leave like everyone else in his life? After his parents, uncle Ben, Mr. Stark, Mr. Beck, Aunt May… 

 But… Peter pulls away from the hug to look at the guy with him and he goes back easily. Peters on a mattress on the floor with a few blankets around him. They’re both sitting up against the wall, Jason bracketing him in to make sure he doesn’t fall off. “Who’re you?”

The guy sighs,”I’m Jason. Do you remember how you got here?” He asks hesitantly, and Peter remembers the last spell, only… The green. The green was everywhere. He doesn’t remember anything after that.

“Green,”Peter whispers, hugging himself tighter, careful not to dig too hard into his skin with his super strength. “I- there was green an- and I couldn’t breathe-”

“Hey, hey it’s okay, you’re okay now,”Jason soothes, but winces. “They put you in the Lazarus Pits.”

“What?”Peter looks over with wide eyes. He didn’t know what that meant. He was pretty sure Stephen’s spell went wrong somehow, but that didn’t explain the green water. Was Jason an alternate version of Strange? Peter squints, but no, Jason doesn’t seem familiar at all.

“I know,”Jason starts,”It’s not pleasant to remember. They uh, they put me in the pits before,”Jason gritted his teeth. He knew Ra’s had cameras everywhere, and would try to separate the two of them if he told Peter too much information. Jason was lucky enough to convince Ra’s to let him see the kid on the grounds of managing Lazarus' rage.“You seem to be handling it a lot better than I did though. I came out with a lot more anger issues.”

Peter looked at him bewildered, then looked to himself as if to see any signs of uncontrollable rage. Was he gonna turn into the Hulk, Peter wondered a bit hysterically. The only thing that felt different was the weird buzz of energy under his skin and the itchiness in his wrists. His teeth felt weird too, but he was trying not to think about it. 

“Look, it’s gonna be a rough time here, but I promise I’ll protect you however I can,”Jason says seriously, a sturdy hand gripping Peter’s shoulder. He has to resist leaning towards it for the way it grounds him. “I can’t tell you everything, but you need to know a few things about where you are. Keep your head down, do everything I tell you and avoid Ra’s if you can, got it?’

“What- why?” Peter croaked. He was starting to get a headache, and the lights in the room seemed too bright. Jason wasn’t setting off his spider-sense, but Peter could barely wrap his braid around what he was saying. “Where am I?”

Jason frowned, looking at Peter with something akin to concern. “You’re in the League of Assassins base, in Nanda Parbat,”He said, oblivious to the look of unrecognition on Peter’s face. “Listen, you’re gonna be trained here. It’s going to be rough but it’ll be worse if you don’t cooperate, understand?”

“Why? What do they want with me?”Peter rasped. He figured something must have gone really wrong with the spell if it ended with him being kidnapped by assassins. Was it some sort of recruitment thing? Kidnapping kids to make assassins, Peter pondered. He didn’t know how he’d escape this place, but he’d play it safe for now and follow Jason’s lead. 

“It’s not important,”Jason said, getting up. Peter squinted though the bright lights, looking over the man. Something was off, but he didn’t know what yet. “Come on, get dressed. It’s better to be prepared.”

Despite feeling overall like crap, Peter was glad to start moving, and had started feeling restless after just sitting for so long. Part of him wanted to climb the walls and hang out on the ceiling, but he shut those thoughts out. He wasn’t sure how safe it would be to reveal his powers in a place with assassins, and Jason might not take it well. He stood up easily enough, avoiding the puke from earlier with a wrinkle of his nose. 

“Feeling okay?” Jason asked, hovering close by. “No uncontrollable rage?” 

Peter snorted. “No, I’m okay. Just.. tingly?”

“Tingly?” Jason parrotted, resisting the urge to mother hen the kid. 

“Like I have a lot of energy, I guess. It’s hard to focus or stand still,”Peter explained, taking to pacing around the room. It was kind of small for two people, but he could see that it was more like a fancy jail cell.

“Alright, well, if you feel any different let me know,”Jason added.

Peter nodded, choosing to trust Jason for now. He got up on shaky legs and Jason handed him a pile of black clothes. They looked similar to the ones Jason was wearing, and Peter was pretty sure it was some sort of assassin uniform.  Looking around the room, he could see that it was pretty bare, nothing to use as a weapon either, he noted. Jason guided Peter and his shaky limbs to the adjoined bathroom to change, where he tried to stave back the panic attack. 

Feeling the building headache, Peter turned the light off, seeing that there was still enough light for him to see in the dim room. He got dressed shakily, but as he got dressed he started feeling better. By the time he was done Peter felt as good as normal, not mentioning the building dread inside his chest at being kidnapped by assassins or the overwhelming grief of his friends and family. 

Peter hoped that the spell had taken him to some Assassin base on earth, but he wasn’t so sure. He hadn’t recognized wherever Nanda Parbat was, and he’d never seen anything like the green Lazarus waters. His top theories were that he was transported to another planet or another dimension. Given Jason’s appearance and Jersey accent, he figured it might be another dimension, or he was still on his earth. Hopefully that meant Peter could find some way back to MJ and Ned. 

Now dressed, Peter exited the bathroom feeling a bit better. He’d taken a drink in the sink and that helped the gross taste in his mouth. Peter turned to face Jason, who was pacing the room. He turned to Peter, shoulders relaxing in relief at the sight of him. “Ready?”

“Yeah,”Peter frowned,”What’s going on?” 

“I don’t know yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Ra’s wants a meeting,”Jason drawled, running a hand through his hair. 

“Why are you here?” Peter blurted. Jason looked at him in surprise, but he continued.”You have a Jersey accent.”

Jason huffed a laugh. “Yeah, I’m from Gotham. You and I are kind of in the same position here, kiddo. Only I’m supposed to be your mentor.”

“Mentor, for assassins?” Peter clarified. “I don’t want to kill anybody.”

“You might not have a choice,”Jason sighed,”I’ll do what I can, but we might not be able to escape for a while. There’s a rescue team on our trail though, so I wouldn’t worry too much.”

Peter’s eyes widened at the revelation. He didn’t know where Gotham was but he was glad Jason wasn’t an assassin. “Escape? I can help.”

“Don’t worry about it kid,”Jason said, putting a hand over Peter’s shoulder. “You just try to stay calm. This place can be a nightmare.”

Peter was about to ask more questions when there was a harsh knock on the door. “Speaking of,”Jason muttered, and he gestured for Peter to follow him. Swallowing his dread, Peter shuffled after him.

Turns out there was, in fact, a ninja on the other side of the door. They said something in a language Peter didn’t recognize, but Jason seemed to know and led them down the hall to the left. He couldn’t tell where they were going, but the place felt humid and hot despite the building air conditioning, like they were near a desert. 

Peter could feel the dread building when they walked through these giant ornate doors and onto a ridiculously extravagant marble floor. He scanned the room, not surprised to see various ninjas milling about, but wary when he spotted the man atop a throne at the center of the room. He froze for a second, seeing similarities of the throned man to the Green Goblin, and quickly averted his eyes. 

The Parker Luck really had it in for him now, Peter thought. Especially if the head of these assassins is anything like Norman Osborn’s alter ego was. He couldn’t get those green, manic eyes out of his head. When the man on the throne started talking, Peter could barely hear him over the panic in his chest. 

Peter was brought out of his head by Jason’s hand on his shoulder, and he glanced over to the man next to him. The throne man was talking with Jason in that other language, but Peter felt himself drifting. He probably wouldn’t have understood what they were saying even if they were speaking english. Jason’s hand gripped his shoulder tighter, almost growling out a response. 

A few moments later, Peter was happy to follow Jason out of the throne room. He was still in a fog, barely able to feel Jason’s hand on his shoulder or his feet as they touched the ground. All he could think about was the green. Green Goblin. Green water. He was drowning, and no one could help him because everyone he loved was gone. 

Something blurred in front of his eyes, and Peter blinked a moment later. He felt his arms move and- oh, Jason was holding his hands. He wasn’t safe, he needed to get somewhere safe. He didn’t know where he was, or how he got here. Everything was blurry, everything green, and he wanted it to stop. His head was spinning and- was he sitting down? 

Peter blinked and Jason was seated next to him on the bed. His hands- Jason was still holding his hands and talking. He was talking. Why couldn’t he hear what Jason was saying? He felt a tap tap tap on his hand and looked over to see Jason tapping his fingers, one by one. Why- Peter blinked. He could feel the warmth of Jason’s hands, and the rhythmic tapping helped. 

“Can you take a deep breath for me kiddo?”Jason was saying and Peter realized he was on the brink of hyperventilating. He followed Jason’s exaggerated breathing as best he could, but he was still having trouble. 

“You’re okay, I promise. Honestly, I expected you to have a bit more of a freak out than that,”Jason rambled. “Usually when my eyes turn green like that I go into a rage.” 

“What?”Peter rasped. Were his eyes green? Why? Was it because of the water?”My eyes are brown,”He said, a little uncertainly.

“They’re green now,”Jason said softly. “Lazarus pits do that, make your eyes turn green. If you get angry or too emotional, sometimes they glow.”

“This sucks,”Peter breathed. He leaned over, putting his head in his hands. “Who was that guy? On the throne?”

“Ra’s? He’s the head of the assassins around here. Has control over the lazarus pits, and that makes him important,”Jason frowned. “If you can, avoid him. You spacing out during the meeting worked in your favor, and I was able to talk him into letting me stay with you for a few nights to adjust.”

“What does he want from me?” Peter groaned. If it was to recruit him as an assassin, he’d fight hard to get out of here. There was no way he’d kill someone, especially not on purpose. Which meant he had to hide his enhancements. If it got out, Ra’s would no doubt see it as an asset. 

“Ra’s wants another soldier,”Jason grimaced. He looked over to Peter, who glanced up at him with big hazel-green eyes. “I won’t lie to you, training will be tough. I’ll help you however I can, but I won’t be your only mentor.”

Peter decided, then and there that he wasn’t going to reveal his powers to anyone here, not even Jason. If anyone knew, Ra’s might go to greater lengths to keep Peter under control. He knew what happened to Bucky, and he would do whatever he could to keep that from happening. Peter would do anything to keep himself from killing anyone. 

Chapter 4 coming soon

[alcalystrasz]

I know you've been waiting for it. So... Here's my first theory about Stranger Things 5 :

(No Spoilers, just a theory)

Theory n°1 : Vecna's crazy role this season.

Alright, I'd like to start first with a resume about the 4 lasts seasons. For the three firsts seasons it's kind of my thoughts because Vecna never really explained his role during these three seasons, so I'll try to make it logical.

Season 1 -> Will gets kidnapped into the Upside Down.

If we remember what Vecna said to Nancy in S4, he says he was a sensitive, lonely kid. He was good at drawing, and he always felt different. You know who's EXACTY like that? Yup, Will. So in my opinion, he kidnapped Will in the first place because he was like him. But why keeping him so long without killing him? Because Will's good at hiding? No. We learn in the book about him being in the Upside Down what actually happened to him. He said he tried multiple times to "kill himself" like getting the Demogorgons to eat him, but whenever they got the chance they turned back. So I think Vecna was controlling the Demogorgons in order to not kill Will. He maybe wanted to test him, or keep him here until he could be able to do something with him. Take over him, get inside his body, or other stuff... So then Will's finally saved, but it doesn't end for him.

Season 2 -> Will gets possessed by the Mind Flayer.

So this season, Vecna probably wanted to test Will more, or, this time, to take him in his side, since they have the same personality. So he got the Mind Flayer and sent it to possess Will. However, in the end, Joyce made it to remove the creature from his body. That, of course, made Vecna mad, especially when El closed the gate. But, fortunately for him, it wasn't the end.

Season 3 -> The Flesh Mind Flayer wants to kill Eleven.

Russians opened an other door, which is why he was able to control the Mind Flayer through the Upside Down. Cause if the gate is closed, no more control and the Mind Flayer "dies." Which is what happened at the end of season 3 by the way. But, why willing to Kill El, and not controlling more Mike now? Simple question. She's always changing his plans and that annoys him. So killing her off would be the best to get Will to join him in is...what? Army? Maybe. But she managed to destroy the Mind Flayer, once again, with everyone else this time. That is when Vecna got super mad and finally decided to go in the nature and kill some teenagers. Yeah, let's go Henry!

Season 4 -> Vecna wants to kill Eleven.

Sooooo.... So far, Vecna was not a good master to his puppets (got the ref?), so he decided to be the big master, without puppets this time. We learn in the late season, that the more he kills, the more he becomes stronger, so he's like "Yeah let's go kill, to be come stronger." Logic. So he went down to kill, but not nobody, random teens with past traumas who feel guilt. Chrissy, Fred, Patrick... then El went to fight him, and honestly watching this I was like "Bitch are you nuts he's stronger?" And he, in fact was. The only reason El managed to get out of those vines she was trapped in was with Mike's words (sort of). So she then finally beat the ass out of him and he, of course, got totally BURNED by the fruity three (rip Eddie). But then what? We see he got away with it, he's still alive, and we learn from Will's words (oh weird?) that he's still alive, he's hurt, but he's there. And he doesn't want to kill just El or her friends now, but everyone in Hawkins. So it isn't about saving them anymore but the whole town.

So, now considering all that. Here's finally my theory:

We know Vecna wanted to control or make Will join him in the first two season, and it was logic, cause they're alike, they're sensitive, lonely, they feel different from other people and they're good in arts. During these seasons, Vecna probably wanted to observe and understand Will's behavior in some circumstances. Like what if he gets into this world like Vecna got into? He's traumatized? Oh shit. Well how about his personality changes completely like Vecna. He's also traumatized? Well that's a bummer.

What I'm trying to say is that Will and Vecna are very connected even now. Before, with Will's presence in the Upside Down and true sight, but also now because he also and still feels him behind his neck, like before. He was trying to, small steps by small steps, leading him to join him. And that'd what I want to point out.

I think, Vecna will try to finally make Will join him. BUT, Will, of course, won't accept. So I imagine Vecna putting Will in a sort of transe state, like he did with his four other victims, and maybe show him some moments in his life, that shows how miserable and how sad his life is, and that he'll be way better and stronger if he came with him. But Will will refuse. Why? He may be sensitive, a little naive and sometimes stupid, let's be honest, he's not going to let Vecna take him, because there's one thing that'll make him stay: MIKE FUCKING WHEELER. So I imagine, then Vecna putting his big ass hand on his face and that'll make Will float, just like in season 4 with Max and the other kids. But instead of being killed (cause it's Will, like, bro, come on), he can take a piece of wood or I don't know what but something sharp that he finds. You didn't understand? Let me explain: I imagine this, happen at the exact same place it happened to Max, that's why I said a piece of wood. WHO CARES? SO THEN HE TAKES THAT, AND BOOM, in the eye of Vecna, his left eye to be precise. Why? Don't you remember what Eddie said in his DnD campagne? :

"He's not only missing his left arm, but his LEFT EYE!"

So that's why I think Will could destroy his left eye, as a foreshadowing to what Eddie said (I mean why not?). Vecna would then be hurt again, and let Will go, but he could try to stop him, but not the same way as Max, nah that was too iconic, we need something more Byers, more Will... more William Byers... he could try to stop him by making him hear horrible things Mike told him, like in the rain fight of season 3, or the Rink O'Mania one... But he'd manage to finally get out of this, with the help of Mike's words also, cause I clearly see Mike talking to him. Maybe even a parallel, to what Will said while he had to get El out of Vecna's tentacles "You're the heart", but this time it is Jonathan Damn Byers who says it to Mike. Like, that'd be banger, just saying.

So what next? I already said he could try to take Will by his side, now what? Remember, in season 4 we learn the more he kills, the more he's strong. So I think, he'll try to get to kill all the characters we know, before killing whole Hawkins. Let me explain:

We know that everytime Vecna kills, he uses people's past trauma, in which they feel guilt. Who has past traumas with guilt? Yeah, almost everyone. So here's a quick resume and explanation of what could happen to almost all the characters.

-Nancy's targeted -> past trauma: Barbara's death -> saved by Steve or Jonathan. So why Steve or Jonathan? They're her two loves, be for real. However I see more Steve than Jonathan, but Jonathan could also be possible so it's between both.

-Jonathan's targeted -> past trauma: Will's disappearance in S1 -> saved by Steve. So why Steve? To show Jonathan that they're not enemies anymore, and that they could totally be friends. But it could also be Dustin, his bestfriend, or Robin, his girl bestfriend. But I have something else for Robin...

-Dustin's targeted -> past trauma: Eddie's death -> saved by Steve or Mike. Steve cause he's his bestfriend, but also why not Mike, because they both knew Eddie, and Mike could help him going through this because he also went through it.

-Lucas's targeted -> past trauma: Max's coma state/death -> saved by Erica. I say /death because we don't know if she will actually survive in season 5...

-Will's targeted -> past trauma: tons. Vecna wants him to join him -> saved by Mike.

So I have atleast 5 people that could be targets of Vecna, as for others... not sure what could happen to them. There's still: Steve, Joyce, Hopper, Murray (lol), Erica, Robin, Mike and Suzie (why not). I know Steve doesn't have past traumas he's feeling guilty for, but that's for another theory, along with Robin. Joyce, Murray and Hopper are adults, not sure they could be targetted. As for Erica and Suzie.... Erica doesn't feel guilty about anything, and she's younger so I think Vecna, has a small heart, and will let her live, and Suzie... it's Suzie... I mean... yeah, I think she's safe. However there are still characters we didn't talk about: Karen, Ted, Holly and the other family members of Lucas and Dustin. We know that the series really centered on the Byers and Wheeler family, but never on the Henderson's or Sinclair. So... there's a reason behind that. But it is for another theory.

So to resume, what is Vecna's crazy role this season? Well he's going to turn into a serial killer, trying to kill atleast 4 of our characters and make 1 try to join his army. But he's also going to do more, such as... destroying the Wheeler's house. I'm not kidding. After seeing a "spoiler" of ST5, that I know isn't real (it was clearly fake cause other stuff were like nonsense), I was like "yo it could be a great idea actually." So I imagined a really dramatic scene where, after his 5 tries, Vecna gets mad and tries to make fall the house of the Wheelers. Why? Maybe because everyone could reunite there and talk about a plan or something, when weird shit started to happen. Because it's a 2/3 years time jump, so the first episode is probably going to be them chilling in Hawkins and at the end, BOOM, Vecna's back bitch. And there he could have the opportunity to kill some people, but truth is... no one will die. They're all going to be saved, because they're all geniuses. But it could be a huge dramatic scene anyway. Or maybe if someone HAS to die, it'd be logic if it was either Karen, either Ted, or either Holl- nah just kidding. If one of the parents die, it could create a trauma for Mike, but that's for again, an other theory.

So what's next for Vecna? Honestly, if the Dragon we got foreshadowed since season 1 happens... I think Vecna's role won't be really interesting, so I keep my s5 vision without any Dragon. But I do see him trying to kill, so target, a lot of our characters...

That wasn't the best of my theories though. But, more theories soon, some better and cooler, but as for now, tell me what you think about this one, in the comments or as reblogs!

Thanks for reading all that by the way <3

...I probably am going to add more in this post, if I think about it, but I think I said everything I have to say...

[rocknrollbabe14]

Only Have Eyes For You (Joseph x Reader) (Request) 

Warnings: Self-doubt, angst, Joe fluff.

Request: Okay, so. The reader works on the set of ST and she’s like in the costume department and she has to dress Joseph and a few of the others. They get along vert well and have a lot of fun while dressing him. She has a crush on him but keeps it a secret because she has a lot of doubts and isn’t really happy with herself. And she thinks she will never have a chance with him because he’s so famous and she’s just a costume designer and other girls are way prettier than her. One day she maybe gets hurt but works through her pain because she doesn’t want to cause a scene and Joe notices that something is up which surprises her because why would he pay attention to her? She plays it off and a day later or something she has to go get Joe out of his trailer when he’s with another girl/worker and reader feels hurt (even though she shouldn’t cuz they aren’t anything) so she gets a little cold and keeps her distance. And Joe, being the amazing cute human being he is still very nice and charming which only aggravates her more and she gets self doubts and starts to hate herself for catching feelings for him. Just a bit of angst/self doubt and stuff and then just Joe being cute towards her. Maybe a very romantic kiss, reassurance, and fluff! @theimaginationgotmegood

You never imagined you would have been working on the set of Stranger Things in the costume department. Your main role was the Set Customer and Tailor. You made sure the correct outfit was worn in the correct manner. It was important and imperative that the costumes always fit correctly and were used in the correct sequence as they sometimes filmed scenes out of order.  You had brushed shoulders with Joe Keery, Gaten Matarazzo, Natalia Dyer, Finn Wolfhard just to name a few. But your favorite cast member to dress had became Joseph Quinn. 

Joseph was from South London and you would have never guessed it hearing him talk as his character, Eddie Munson. Joseph was sweet, funny, outgoing, and handsome. But you’d never dare tell him the last part. If you were being honest, you may have a crush on him. It embarrassed you to even admit it. You all had chemistry when it came to working together on set. You all had a lot to talk about and discuss during his sessions. Even if you all had just a few minutes to do so. 

In the beginning, you had no intentions of catching feelings for Joseph. He was an actor, you just a mere costume designer. You knew he could have any girl he wanted. He just radiated confidence and charm. It was hard for you to describe. Every member of the show you dressed was super nice to you and made great conversation with you, but Joseph was just—different. In a good way. He was a breath of fresh air. 

One evening though, after the directors had called a wrap on set, Joseph asked you to join him for dinner and asked you where the best food was locally. He admitted he had no clue as he was not from here. You asked him if he was really asking you and he had given you a confused look before confirming he, indeed, did ask you and valued your opinion and company. It had given you butterflies. 

It was a different atmosphere with Joseph when you all went to dinner. He was a lot more open, letting loose outside of work. He was really funny—making jokes constantly, almost making you spew soda out of your nose. It was embarrassing but he just snorted, causing you all to laugh harder. You all had began to make this a habit ever since. Not that you were complaining. 

Today, you weren’t really feeling up to working, but you had to do your job and plus you really wanted to see Joseph and talk to him. You had burnt your hand really bad last night, making dinner at home. Your hand was sore with some blisters on it, but you had a job to do. You’d make it through one way or another. You had used some over the counter burn cream and hoped it would get you through this work day. You tried to avoid hospitals at all costs. Joseph would be in shortly and you were trying to get everything together. 

Your hand was aching but you didn’t have much time to worry about that. You grabbed two ibuprofen and kept going, quickly washing them down with a sip of water. The concentration that engulfed you was quickly broken when you heard the door open, smelling the familiar cologne along with sensing his presence. 

“Good morning Y/N.”, you heard Joseph speak.

Your eyes shot up to meet his. “Hey Joe. Wasn’t expecting you so soon.”

“I’m a bit early, aren’t I?, he asked as he looked at the clock. 

“Yes, but nothing wrong with that.”, you smiled easily as you began to grab his clothes. 

You felt his eyes on you as you walked to the rack, sliding each hanger until you found Eddie’s clothes. You hissed easily, moving your hand the wrong way. You could feel him focusing on you. 

“Are you okay, love?”

Love. That caused goosebumps on your skin, but you prayed he wouldn’t notice. Your stomach even twisted at his words. 

“I’m fine, Joe.”, you breathed easily before picking his hanger off of the rack. 

You turned to see him standing there, his doe brown eyes focused on you.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded as you handed him Eddie’s clothes. “Yes, Joe. Go get dressed and come out and show me.”

It took you by surprise that Joseph had noticed something was off with you. Honestly, why in the world would he pay attention to you? You were a nobody compared to him. He had kept his eyes on you, even as he turned to go to the dressing room to put Eddie’s clothes on. It made your heart skip a beat if you were being honest. He just made you feel some type of way. 

“So how do I look, sweetheart?”, he teased in his American accent as he came out of the dressing room, once again catching your undivided attention.

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. It was different to hear him talk with his accent without the wig. He smirked, at least knowing he had accomplished the task of brightening your day. Whatever was wrong with you. You walked over to him, admiring his costume but also making sure everything was accurate. You held your clipboard, comparing his outfit to the diagram. At least with your job, it gave you an excuse to look at him. 

Even if it was to make sure his outfit was accurate, you wouldn’t be caught stealing glances at him awkwardly. You eyed his Hellfire club shirt, making sure the little snags and holes matched. This was after Eddie had been missing a few days, staying at Reefer Rick’s and his clothes had to be a little dirty and worn. You touched his shirt easily, feeling Joseph’s skin under, giving you goosebumps again. You swallowed hard, trying to shove these thoughts out of your head.

“Looks good, Joe. Everything matches.”

He smiled, satisfied before you removed your hand and scribbled something down on your clipboard. You once again felt his eyes on you.

“Did you burn yourself?”, he asked, concern evident in his voice.

You looked up from your clipboard, shocked he had noticed your hand. It was your right hand, the one you were currently writing with. This had obviously taken you by surprise.

You looked down at your hand. “Uh yeah, but no big deal. The show must go on right?”

He eyed you. “It looks painful, love.”

Love. There that word was again. 

“It is—I mean was, but I treated it over the counter. It’s fine. I’m okay, Joe.”, you reassured him. 

He finally tried to accept this answer and before you both knew it, it was time for him to move on to make-up. Tonight would be a late night on set. You’d get to leave as soon as you dressed everyone and did your part. 

“See you tomorrow?”, he asked.

You nodded. “Tomorrow, Joe.”

He hugged you quickly, catching you off guard. You quickly wrapped arms back around him. He pulled away, smiling before he waved goodbye and was out the door. You stood there, trying to comprehend what had just happened. You felt your cheeks burning as you quickly tried to gain your footing. Why was this affecting you so much? You didn’t have much time to focus on this before Joe Keery walked in your trailer, refocusing your attention.

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The alarm clock disturbed you from your slumber as you slammed your hand down on the snooze button almost instantly. You sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes before stretching. You threw your covers back, a pep in your step knowing Joe was going to be at work and you’d get to see him. You dug through your closet, finally picking an outfit. You did a quick twirl in front of the mirror before running to the bathroom to put your make up on. Taking two stairs at a time, you instantly brewed a quick cup of coffee before heading out the door. You weren’t running late, but you were in a hurry to see Joe if you were being honest with yourself. 

You threw open the door to your trailer. Joseph was always the first one to be in. You began to get everything ready. Before you knew it, you had sort of lost track of time. You eyed your phone. Joe was late. This was very unlike him. It was out of character for him. He was always early, very punctual. You gave him a few more minutes. However, he still didn’t show up. You had a schedule to keep and you needed him to be on time. 

After a couple more minutes of debating whether or not you should take matters into your own hands, you decided you were going to go to his trailer. You hated to go and impede on his privacy, but your bosses wouldn’t exactly like for you to get behind schedule. You climbed the steps to his trailer, your anxiety beginning to rise. You had never done something like this and you didn’t want to come off rude. What if you ruined your relationship with Joe altogether?

Closing your eyes, you mustered up the courage and gently knocked on his trailer door. No answer. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before you knocked again. Still no answer. You twisted the knob to see if it was unlocked and it was. You slowly turned the door knob, opening the door. Your heart instantly sank as Joseph came into your view.

Were your eyes deceiving you? You blinked, opening them again. He was smiling and laughing with another woman who worked on set. You had seen her around in the make-up department. There was that same smile he had given you, time and time again. Was he just charming with every woman? Your mind instantly wondered back to every time you all had went to dinner. You remember that smile showing up almost every time. 

He must have felt your presence. “Oh I’m so sorry Y/N, I’m late.”

He looked down at his watch before giving you a sympathetic smile.

You smiled dryly. “It’s fine, just wanted to make sure you—everything was okay.”

The woman met your glance. She was blonde haired with blue eyes and her make-up was perfect. It seemed she had no flaws. She appeared to be perfect. Why would you even allow yourself to even think for a second that he would be interested in someone like you? Someone as plain as you? You hair wasn’t always perfect. You were sure your make-up had flaws at times.You had to redo your eyeliner twice this morning. You struggled with your imperfections. You had at least a dozen you could think of right off the bat.

The woman whom he was talking to made you instantly feel inferior. She eyed you and you felt like she was also picking out all your imperfections. 

“I’ll be in my trailer.”, you said quickly. “Sorry to interrupt.”

“No, no, it’s okay.”, he said but you had already turned to leave.

You heard the woman laugh before hearing her faintly say, “Sorry to keep you Joe.”

You rolled your eyes as you rushed back to your trailer. You cursed yourself mentally. How could you have even began to allow yourself to catch feelings for him? He was way out of your league. You were sure of that now. You should have known better. Instead of feeling excited to see Joe, you instantly felt dread. Dread was a word you never wanted to associate with him, but you couldn’t help how you were feeling. 

He came about ten minutes later and he tried to make conversation with you, but you weren’t interested. The sooner you could forget about your crush on him, the better. You would force yourself to forget about him and the feelings you had for him. Even if it would hurt like hell. 

“Want to join me for dinner tonight? My treat.”, Joe asked, trying his best to get you to at least smile at him.

He could sense your coldness towards him. It confused him. Were you mad because he was late? Was he missing something? He wasn’t sure what he had exactly done to make you this way towards him, but he wanted to attempt to fix it.

“I can’t Joe, sorry. I promised my best friend I’d meet her.”, you said coldly, dryness laced in your voice.

He almost looked disappointed, maybe even slightly embarrassed as he nodded. “Right, sorry.”

You finished with his costume and was never so glad to see him walk of your trailer. You crossed your arms, feeling hot tears welling up in your eyes. Why were you crying? You had no right to cry about this man. It wasn’t like you all actually had something. He wasn’t yours to cry over. But you had felt like you all had actually had a connection. A connection that was blossoming into something more. However, your brain quickly reminded you that he wouldn’t date a girl like you.

You muddled through the rest of the week, barely speaking to Joe anytime he was in your trailer. He would attempt small conversation with you but you would quickly shoot down his advances. He would compliment your outfit or your hair. Or he would make a joke that was actually funny and you wanted to laugh, but you had to force yourself to barely fake a smile. It made you sick. It made you upset. He was still trying to charm you even though you were making it clear that you could care less. It hurt to behave this way towards him, but you had to put your wall back up with him. The one you had let come down so easily. 

Joe came in quickly. “I’m early this time.”, he laughed nervously.

“Yeah.”, was all you said.

He came over to you, sitting down on the couch you were sitting on. You usually took a small break between characters. You didn’t even look up at him. 

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”, you asked, not looking up from your magazine.

“Can we talk?”, his voice was serious.

You could feel those brown eyes on you, watching you, waiting for a response. You easily closed your magazine. You had worked really hard to build your wall again. You weren’t letting it down with him again. You finally looked at him.

“About?”

Your voice had a slight snip to it.

“Have I done something?”, he asked, concern in his eyes.

“No.”

He nodded. “But you respond like that.”

“You just asked me a question.”, you said easily before picking up the magazine again. 

Joseph sighed, feeling frustration rise in his chest. “Look, you’ve been cold and distant towards me since that day you came to my trailer and I was talking to Laura.

Laura? She had a name. That made it even worse for you. You could now associate her face with a name. Joseph and Laura. How nice.

“So what did I do wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m just sorry I barged in on you and your—”

Your mind was fighting the urge to say girlfriend. 

“Girlfriend?”, he finished for you.

You nodded, your heart sinking even further. “Yeah.”

He snorted playfully, laughing.

You glared at him, furrowing your eyebrows. What was so funny? Was it funny that you had cried over him?

He quickly straightened up. “Sorry, she’s definitely not my girlfriend.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “No?”

“No, Laura is nice, but she’s not exactly my type.”

You felt that feeling of hope come back. However, your brain was in a fight with your heart. 

“So what is your type then?”

Joseph laughed before smirking. “Well, I know this really beautiful girl. She’s very talented. She makes me laugh. Super cute.”

You eyed him. “She’s a lucky girl then.”

“Well, that’s the thing. She doesn’t exactly know I feel this way about her.”, he smiled at you, detailing his dilemma.

You had no idea who he could have been talking about. Maybe one of the actresses in the show he works with, maybe a friend he had known for years, maybe someone new, someone else. You had no clue. All you could think of was how lucky she was. 

“Maybe you should tell her.”, you suggested easily, looking down at your hands nervously. 

“I don’t know. She’s been giving me the cold shoulder lately. Every time I ask her out, she comes up with some reason she can’t join me.”

You felt your stomach knot up instantly. Was he talking about you? He couldn’t be talking about you. There was no way in this world that Joseph Quinn was talking about you. You felt his eyes still focused on you.

“Maybe she didn’t know you were asking her out on dates.”, you suggested, shrugging.

He laughed playfully. “I honestly thought I was making myself clear.”

“Just come out and tell her how you feel.”, you suggested again. 

Joseph nodded and smiled before edging slightly closer to you, making your stomach fill up with butterflies. “Do you think it’ll work?”

“I hope so.”

“Well in that case, Y/N, you seem to have been missing my advances.”, he sounded very eloquent as he reached for your hand. 

“Joe, I’m sorry, what?”, you laughed nervously. 

“Maybe I wasn’t clear enough before. Would you join me for dinner tonight? As my date, love?”

His voice was as sweet as honey. You were glad you were sitting down or you would have went weak in the knees. He was confident in his words. 

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

He laughed again. “Really.”

“Are you sure?”, you asked.

You were always self-self conscious and even more so now. 

“I’ve been sure since I met you. I don’t know why you find it so surprising.”

You eyed your all’s hands. “I don’t know. I know there’s prettier girls out there and you could have any of them, Joe.”

He chuckled. “Not in my eyes. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve seen. I could have them but I only want you. I only have eyes for you.”

His words of reassurance sent chills down your spine and caused your stomach to twist. He was leaning closer to you, so close his cologne tickled your nose. His eyes looking into yours was intense. Without thinking, you scooted a little closer to him. You both didn’t have to use words right now. His actions were speaking just fine. His free hand found your cheek, caressing it easily. You bit your lip in response.

He leaned in easily, closing his eyes and your body quickly responded by doing the same. You felt like you were melting when his lips met yours. His hand moved down your cheek easily. His kiss was soft and tender before he broke it, watching you for a response. He could read it on your face that you enjoyed it. You all shared another kiss, this time a little deeper but still as romantic as the first one. 

“So, what do you say, love? Maybe we can go back to your place after and get to know each other some more?”, he suggested. 

You nodded, smiling so much your cheeks hurt. “I’d love to, Joe.”

[twinkle-art]

hi mads! love your work! super duper normal about it and not insane at all! i wanted to ask what your azem is like in comparison to andromeda; how are they the same, how are they different, and how do those similarities and differences play into her fraught dynamic with emet-selch? thank you for your time and giving me so so so so much psychic damage!

thank you! that’s very high praise! i’d love to!

※perseus uses she/he- i used she in the last post for reading clarity and i’m gonna mostly use he here for the same reason

broadly speaking, my entire basis for perseus’ character is a very meta one. when i first thought her up, andromeda was supposed to be this sexy unflappable butch chad charismatic hero type and then she uh. really, really, really wasn’t that by the time msq was through with her. 

ergo, i thought it'd be fun to make perseus everything andromeda was supposed to be, name and all.

(side note: i first picked andromeda’s name in the character creator on a whim for the sound of it and could not have anticipated what she would become. kind of funny to name your wol Literally The Original Damsel In Fiction though. also you didn't ask but i Also didn't realize that Caecus didn't just mean "blind" but literally is "devoid of light". her garlean name is Damsel von Lightless. girl i'm so sorry.)

okay! similarities first though!

they both have a ravenous zest for life and a persistent good-naturedness that makes them easy to get along with when they let you in. they’re both big ol bleeding hearts who are intensely loyal and the first to throw themselves between danger and anyone in trouble. they’re both cagey about fully opening up, and prefer to fall back on a persona with strangers. they both give 100% to everything they do.

in a poetic sense, you could say the core essences of their souls are the same, beyond just the literal one.  

buuttttttt in practice they are like night and day. perseus’ exterior of an easygoing, almost frat bro-esque guy who doesn’t take anything too seriously may be just as much of an intentional construct as the stoic hero of few words façade that andromeda dons when she’s uncomfortable (that is, with literally everyone for the first three expacs) but it sits, far, far more naturally on him, blending seamlessly with his real self to the point where even he’s not sure where one begins and the other ends. 

where andromeda is deeply insecure, perseus is unwaveringly confident. where she’s easily swayed, he’s frustratingly stubborn. where her persona makes her come off as untouchable to a fault, his makes him effortlessly personable. where she latches on hard in all her relationships, offering her whole heart the second the threshold is breached, he can be flighty-bordering-on-avoidant around meaningfully vulnerable intimacy of any kind. 

and on that note: emet-selch hates andromeda for being, compared to his extremely rose-colored memory of perseus, a downgrade in every way. for better or worse, his azem was someone who would never, ever be cowed into submission, and he has a way of needling his way beneath andromeda’s carefully constructed exterior without even trying. she’s simply not as self-assured as perseus when it really matters, and so he resents every single inch he manages to take from her. he wants, more than anything, for her to fight back.

it’s worth nothing though, that emet-selch knows that perseus possessed a sensitive, complicated interiority beneath all that bravado. in fact, he wasn’t merely among the few privy to her “real” more complicated self, he was pretty uncontestedly the person she confided the most in, like, at all. like when i said the love was intense and practically familial i meant that shit. ironically, his abject refusal to accept andromeda as a worthy successor to someone he was incredibly close with causes him to flatten him in his memory, stripping him of the nuance he was rather special to be trusted with in the first place.

i'm not sure if he ever fully reckoned with that, to be honest. his final and only acknowledgement of andromeda was one of allowing her to stand on her own merits as her own person. even by then, i don't think he could stomach the idea of the two of them meaningfully being the same.

….also, it simply must be said that andromeda gets no bitches due to a brutal combo of terrible luck and self sabotage and perseus was drowning in pussy to the point where he was kind of a menace

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member is shy with IVE members

A/N: Heyyy, my apologies for taking so long to post but the semester started and I'm currently dying- :D I hope that my friend ECKEYYY that gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Introverted + Super shy Reader.  What do you think about 4th gen girl group (IVE) want to meet Reader and ask Reader to do dance challenge with them? When the girl group finally met Reader, they use "Sunbaenim" to Reader? but at the end Reader get along with all of them and told them to call Reader by her name instead of "Sunbaenim"

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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In the heart of bustling Seoul, a city of contrasts where neon lights painted the sky and quiet alleyways whispered secrets, lived a girl named Y/N. She was an enigma, an introvert wrapped in a veil of shyness, existing in a world that thrived on boldness and brightness. At just seventeen years old, Y/N held the unique position of being the tenth youngest member of TWICE, a globally acclaimed girl group that had claimed the hearts of millions with their melodies and performances. Yet, behind the spotlights and cheers, the girl was a quiet soul.

Her days were a symphony of solitude, a peaceful dance between her thoughts and the pages of her books. Her apartment, adorned with art and the tender presence of her cat, Mochi, was her sanctuary. Interactions were short, often limited to her tight-knit group of TWICE sisters, her family, and a few cherished friends who understood her gentle ways.

On a crisp morning that carried promises of change, the maknae's serene world was shaken. The management of her agency divulged an unexpected proposition: IVE, the newborn rookie girl group, wished to meet her. IVE was riding high on their success, and they had an audacious idea... A dance challenge collaboration.

The idea of performing in front of unfamiliar faces made Y/N's heart flutter like a caged bird. She was well-versed in intricate choreography, but the thought of dancing in an intimate setting, confronting the eyes of strangers, was a nightmare she never wished to live. The days that followed were filled with restlessness, her doubts and hopes waging a battle within her.

Y/N murmured to herself, fingers twisting nervously at the hem of her cosy sweater.

Y/N - Maybe I can decline politely. 

But beneath the layers of apprehension, a small ember of curiosity glowed. The notion of stepping beyond the safety of her cocoon, of challenging her self-imposed boundaries, was strangely alluring. With a deep breath, TWICE's angel responded, expressing her tentative interest in the collaboration.

Weeks sprinted by in a blur of rehearsals and nerves. Y/N decided to keep this experience concealed from her TWICE unnies. She didn't want to burden them with her anxieties. As the day of the meeting inched closer, her stomach felt like a carnival ride of excitement and dread. Finally, the moment dawned. TWICE's maknae stood before an elegant building, its modern facade a stark contrast to her fluttering heart. The glass door whispered open, and Y/N crossed the lobby. The agency's waiting room exuded minimalist charm, and the air hummed with creative energy. She was led to a snug lounge area where the IVE members were lounging, laughing and talking.

The youngest member of IVE, Leeseo, was the first to spot Y/N. Her eyes widened, and she practically bounced over, a radiant smile illuminating her features as she extended her hand. 

Leeseo - You're Y/N from TWICE, right? It's such a pleasure to meet you! 

Y/N blushed, her hand quivering as she tentatively shook Leeseo's hand and spoke softly. 

Y/N - Y-yes, that's me. Nice to meet you too.

The rest of the IVE members gathered around, each introducing themselves with warmth and excitement. Y/N's heart warmed at their reception, but her shyness sealed her lips shut. Throughout the meeting, she was addressed as sunbaenim, a term reserved for senior artists. This only widened the gap between Y/N's introverted soul and the role of a "senior."

As the discussion moved to the collaboration, TWICE's youngest's nerves resurfaced, a tide of worries threatening to engulf her. What if she stumbled in front of these talented girls? What if her dancing fell short?

Just as the anxiety threatened to consume her, Leeseo leaned in, her eyes brimming with empathy. 

Leeseo - Don't worry too much, sunbaenim. We're all in this together. And you're an amazing dancer, we've watched your performances with TWICE!

A small smile tugged at Y/N's lips, Leeseo's words touching a chord within her. Perhaps, amidst the labyrinth of her fears, she could find the strength to stand on that dance floor.

Days melted into nights, the rehearsal studio their second home. In the company of IVE, Y/N discovered uncharted territory within herself. The members were patient and encouraging, fostering an environment where she could express herself without judgment. Gradually, Y/N's defences crumbled, and she shared fragments of her life and passions.

As the day of the dance challenge drew near, TWICE's sweetheart was taken aback by the growing friendship. Laughter flowed freely, stories intertwined, and dinners became a ritual after rehearsals. The walls that had shielded Y/N's shy soul were slowly giving way. The day of the challenge arrived, and the venue was a canvas of light, the stage aglow with anticipation. Y/N stood backstage, heart pounding to the beat of the music. Her fellow IVE members stood by her side, their encouraging words like anchors in a sea of uncertainty.

As the music surged and the lights dimmed, TWICE's maknae stepped onto the stage, her body a vessel of the music's energy. Her movements flowed, expressions intertwining with the melody. The audience was mesmerised, and as the performance reached its peak, the IVE members joined Y/N onstage, a shocking synch on their motion.

The applause that followed was thunderous, and Y/N felt tears pricking at her eyes. She had triumphed over her fears, unearthing a facet of herself she never knew existed. Backstage, as she caught her breath, the IVE members huddled around her, pride emanating from their smiles. But this time, they didn't address her as sunbaenim. Instead, they affectionately called her by her name. Leeseo enveloped her in a hug as she spoke first.

Leeseo - Y/N unnie, you were amazing!

Y/N blushed, her cheeks painted with a happiness that surpassed shyness. 

Y/N - Thank you, Leeseo. And thank you all, for believing in me.

The bond that had blossomed between Y/N and the IVE members solidified that day. With time, TWICE's child embraced her newfound self-assurance, and her introverted tendencies transformed into a unique strength. The fortress of solitude she had erected morphed into windows of connection. And so, Y/N discovered that venturing outside her comfort zone could help her get unexpected friendships. Amidst laughter and melodies, she learned that even the quietest hearts could radiate their brilliance. And that made the unnies that were all looking at her along the way have only one thought: 

We are proud of our dear maknae.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[lepoppeta]

Song asks: CharPentious

this was even harder than vaggiebomb holy cow

charpentious is probably my favourite charlie ship (theres like... negative art of it so i have to placate myself with the oodles of delicious charlastor drawings available). pentious and charlie are on the exactly same wavelength of golden retriever dumbass that they feed off of each other in this wonderful pocket ecosystem of support and positivity. they would undoubtedly make everyone else around them absolutely sick to their very gums and thats honestly half the fun.

the thing that was tripping me up about these two and finding songs was trying to find something that wasnt super generic - its all well and good to use any happy love song, but those can be applied to any number of situations. i wanted to try and be a little more niche. i dont know how successful i was.

love is an open door (frozen, sung by kristen bell and santino fontana)

all my life has been a series of doors in my face, and then suddenly i bump into you (i was thinking the same thing! cause like - ive been searching my whole life to find my own place, and maybe its the party talking, or the chocolate fondue)

one of the things i really wanted to highlight about the potential for these two is how EASY i think their relationship would be. after years of being met with adversity and ridicule, heres someone who doesnt think youre stupid or that your dreams are too big or that your inventions are too gaudy and complicated - they think its WONDERFUL. they think YOURE wonderful, in all of your goofiness, because within that lies sincerity.

something to believe in (newsies, sung by jeremy jordan and kara lindsay)

til the moment i found you, i thought i knew what love was. now im learning what is true - that love will do what it does. the world finds ways to sting you, and then one day it decides to bring you

something to believe in for even a night. one night may be forever, but thats alright - thats alright. and if youre gone tomorrow, what was ours will still be. i have something to believe, now that i know you believed in me.

(we was never meant to meet, and then we meet - who knows why. one more stranger on the street, just someone sweet passing by. an angel come to save me, who didnt even know she gave me

something to believe in for even a day. one day may be forever, but thats okay - thats okay. and if im gone tomorrow, what was ours will still be. i have something to believe in, now that i know you believed in me.)

i dont normally copy down that many lyrics, but they fit so well that i had to include all of them!

one of my favourite things about charlie ships is that (ideally) she wins over the other party simply by being kind and almost aggressively genuine. while i have my own opinions on how characters work and what they are within the universe, this song becomes heartbreaking if you put it in the context of show canon and have it be the last duet they have before heaven comes to attack - pentious calls her an angel, and they say that even though he/they might die tomorrow (which, as we all know, is what happens), it doesnt change the fact that charlie forgave pentious and allowed him the oppurtunity of redemption, and pentious in turn actually put in effort and became the hotels proof of concept.

[straykids-97]

Obedient 

Synopsis: you can’t help but listen to every word that Minho says, even if it’s bad…. 

Warnings: Lee Know smut, dirty talking, dom, alcohol/drinking, kinks, teasing, spanking, unprotected sex, non-idol AU, pet names (lmk if I forgot anything, heh) 

“Obedience keeps the rules. Love knows when to break them.”- Anthony De Mello 

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You shift uneasily as your friend shoves yet another drink in your hand. You didn’t like excessive drinking, but she insisted upon it that night. “Oh, come in, Y/N!” Your best friend pleads with begging eyes. You sigh, “I don’t like being super drunk… besides, who’s going to make sure we get home safely?” You challenged, causing her to roll her eyes. “We’ve done it before and made it home safely all those times! Come on, for me?” She gave you big sad eyes before you finally gave in. “Fine. But I’m not getting blackout drunk.” You took a swing of the potent concoction before screwing up your face, “What's in this?” You demand. You watch a smile spread across your friend's face, “Rum!” You let out a long groan; tomorrow was going to be rough. You had already done several shots of different alcoholic beverages and now were consuming mixed drinks. Mixing alcohol never ended well. You always wound up in a stranger's bed. But, you stopped trying to make excuses, not wanting to ruin the night. 

Eventually, you found yourself loosening up and letting go, the rhythm of the music taking you away. The alcohol definitely helped with your courage as you swayed your hips to the beat of the loud R&B song that played over the stereo of the club. Your friend found the others that had joined you for your night out, and you all were dancing in a big group. You couldn’t help but smile brightly as your friend bounced up to you, “Hey, did you hear what I said?” You shook your head, “No! The music is too loud!” You replied, making her roll her eyes. “Y/F/N said that the club owner was here tonight! I hear he’s fucking hot!” She wrapped her limbs around your shoulders. “What's that got to do with anything?” You ask, making her laugh aloud. “We should try to get him to sleep with one of us!” 

“Absolutely not.” You shook your head, “No, it’s a no from me.” Your friend shrugs, dropping her arm from your shoulder. “Suit yourself.” She joined a few of the girls before leaving you alone with the last few members of your group. You shook off her crude question and went back to dancing with your other friends. Before long, the rhythm took you away. 

Paired with a set of hands on your waist. 

You twist to see a man standing behind you, an eyebrow quirked with interest. “Hello.” The man greeted you. The first thing that hit you was his intoxicating scent; he smelled sweet musk that made your mind spin. “Hi.” You smiled at him, his dark eyes dancing with humor as you beamed at him. “What’s a pretty little thing such as yourself doing here?” He asked, fingers dancing up your spine. This man was electric, making your body ignite with the simplest of touches. “My friend wanted to come out.” You reply honestly, making him smirk. “And where are your friends now?” He asked, making you glance around. You frowned; you hadn’t realized that you had shifted away from the group; you felt the music too much. You sigh, “They’re on the other side of the dance floor.” You reply, making him smile. His smile twinkled with mischief, making you think of a fox. 

“Why don’t I keep you company, kitten?” His pet name for you made your face fall and mouth fall open. “Shall we dance?” He hummed. This man could say that he would commit a crime, and you would simply put your hand in his and allow him to do it. “What’s your name?” He asked, putting his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. “Y/N.” You tried to speak over the music but somehow struggled. Even though you didn’t think he could hear you, he somehow did. “Ah… What a lovely name, Angel.” He smiled down at you coyly. His smile made you shiver slightly. “What’s yours?” 

“Minho.” He replied, making you nod your head, “Well… Nice to meet you, Minho.” 

“Nice to meet you too, Angel.” His pet name for you made your heart stutter in your chest. A new song came on, and it didn’t take long before the alcohol in your veins reared her ugly head and took you away, forgetting momentarily that there was a devil in disguise in front of you, watching your every move like a predator. He wanted to make you his prey tonight. 

You blinked up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “What brings you here tonight, Minho?” You ask, trying to create conversation as you sway your hips grinding forward to the beat. “Business.” He admitted, “But, that’s over now. I figured I could switch from business to pleasure… As long as you want to.” His words caused your movements to falter, and you looked up at him. “Me? Why me?” You glance around at the other scantily clothed women around you, who dared eye Minho as if he wasn’t dancing with you. Minho didn’t seem to care. “There are other girls here that appear to want you, rather desperately.” I shrugged, making him smirk at me. He leaned closer to whisper in my ear, “Because I don’t want them. I want you.” His words went straight to your nerves, sending searing hot waves of desire to your core and nipples, making them poke through your silk top. 

You instantly cursed yourself for not wearing a top that required a bra. 

He pulled away, “why don’t we go somewhere… A little more private, hmm?” He took a step back, holding his hand out to you. You gulped, debating if you should tell him no and walk away. But part of you figured he would just pursue you the next time he saw you. Your friends frequented this club as it was close to your apartments. Taking a deep breath, you slipped your hand in his, and he guided the both of you off the dance floor. He tossed you a coy glance over his shoulder, heading for stairs leading up to the club’s private area. You had never been upstairs. You never wanted to anyway; your friends desperately tried to get up there, but to no avail. They were always denied, no matter how much they called or tried to reserve. 

You could see why. 

The upstairs was filled with booths that held pairs who were making out, hands all over each other, palming, grabbing at anything they could get ahold of. The upstairs wasn’t just for private parties; it was for privacy. 

You tear your eyes away from one of the couples by Minho’s voice, “See anything you like?” He teased, making your face flush red with embarrassment. He chuckled at your reaction but continued to guide you to two men standing by a door. They looked the both of you up and down, and without saying a word, they parted, allowing the both of you to enter through the door. Minho quickly pushed the door open to reveal a hallway awash with purple lights. The music was quieter there, even before the door was closed. 

“Where are we going?” You finally asked, making him turn slightly, “You’ll see.” That was all he said. You wanted to pry more but didn’t feel the need as you looked ahead of you to see a door at the end of the short hall. Minho dropped his hand, using it to open the door to reveal an ample office space filled with warm colors, deep browns, reds, and black colors adorned the office. A large deep brown desk sat facing a wall of tinted windows, overlooking the dance floor. “Is this your office?” You asked, whirling around to look at Minho. He chuckled, “No. It’s a friend. But, I figured we could borrow it for a while.” He shrugged, moving to the black leather couch. It made you think of a porn couch. 

He sat down, shifting his hips to the edge of his seat, patting his lap. “C’mere kitten.” Your lips parted at the sight of him. He draped his right arm over the back of the couch, his left hand beckoning you forward. Before thinking about what could happen, your feet carried you toward him. “On you knees for me, Angel.” You stopped in front of his knees, before going to yours. Your hands rested on your thighs, waiting for him to tell you what to do. 

You never experienced something like this, having a man tell you what to do. But for whatever reason, you couldn’t fight Minho, and it was like he had power over you that you couldn’t figure out. And you only just met. 

He peered down at you, his eyes regarding you with interest. “You listen so well, baby doll.” He purred, his left hand pressing your chin toward the ceiling. You felt his forefinger and middle finger dance along your throat. He was tracing a line up to your bottom lip, pulling on it for a moment. You tilt your head down so that he has better access to your mouth, making him breathlessly chuckle. He pushed his forefinger into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, making you whimper. He paused for a moment before leaning forward abruptly, grabbing your throat. “I wonder what this mouth looks like wrapped around my cock.” He purred like a cat. You let out a loud whimper, making me let out a hiss. Minho pulled his finger out of your mouth and grabbed you by the elbow, pulling you onto his lap and making you straddle him. 

“I wonder, what are you wearing under all of this?” He hummed, pulling on the strings of your silk top. With a simple tug, he pulled the string off your top until it unfastened, the strings quickly revealing that you were wearing nothing. His mouth fell open, his eyebrows raising before his dark eyes fell to your face. “Nothing. Hmm.” He leaned forward, placing hot, wet kissing between the valley of your breasts. You let out a soft sigh, hands wrapping around the back of his neck, pushing him closer to you. Minho’s fingertips dug into the flesh of your rear and hips, making you moan softly. “I wonder… Is it the same underneath this skirt?” He pushed the black leather skirt that covered your most important bits to reveal that you were wearing a cute pink lacy thong. He grunted appreciatively, latching his mouth to your exposed breast. 

Your head lulled between your shoulder blades as Minho devoured you, making wetness pool between your thighs. His lips found their way up to yours, kissing you hungrily. As if your lips were a water source in the desert, he had been without water for three days. You felt him grip your ass before slapping it, making you gasp. “You like that, don’t you?” He chuckled. You panted, biting your lip as he did it again. And again. He was making your ass turn a lovely shade of pink. He flipped you onto your back, quickly pulling his shirt off and discarding it on the floor with yours. Minho kissed you, his tongue dancing with yours as he unfastened his belt and kicked his pants off. The only thing between the two of you was your soaked panties and strained boxers. He ground his hips into yours, making you cry in shock and pleasure. Minho groaned, grabbed your throat, and leaned away from you. He took his bottom lip between his teeth and slapped your breast, making his bounce. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, “Y/N, I’m going to worship your body.” He slapped your other breast, causing you to arch your back off the couch, one of your hands going to hold his wrist as he choked you. He leaned in close, his free hand ghosting down your naval to your now ruined panties. 

“I wonder… How wet you are… You seem to be liking this more than I expected.” He chuckled, his fingers dancing around the lace of your panties. You mewl as he rubbed your folds through the fabric. You closed your eyes and allowed him to tease your aching core before his fingers pushed into you, making you gasp with satisfaction. “Oh, Minho!” You whined, holding onto his bicep as he tortured your clit with his thumb. He curved his fingers, making you cry as he drew you closer to the edge of perhaps the first and only orgasm brought to you by a man by fingering. 

Your head was spinning as he withdrew his fingers, making you whine at the loss of contact. He pulled away, sucking on his fingers before putting them into your mouth to finish up the job. For some reason, that was hotter than him doing it. But the fact that he made you finish licking his fingers made your eyes roll into the back of your head. “As much as I would love to watch you cum on my fingers, I would rather you cum on my cock.” You whimper at him as he pushes his boxers down to reveal his member, dripping with precum. You watch as he lines up his cock to your entrance, making you whine. His eyes never left your face; he wanted to watch you fall apart as he slowly fucked you. 

Without warning, he pushed into you, the both of you moaning at the sensation of the connection between your hips. His hand that was around your throat moved to your hip, pulling you closer to him. Your hips connected before he withdrew completely, “Beg for it.” He growled, making you whimper, “Please, Minho. Don’t stop. Please.” 

He thrust back into you harder this time. He was filling you completely, making you sigh with contentment. The tightness is your groin was so bad that you felt like you could burst at any moment. Minho groaned, feeling you clench hard around him several times, signaling that you were close. You couldn’t speak clearly at all; it was all whimpers and gasps, holding onto his arms as he held himself up. Minho’s hips rolled in and out of you like waves crashing into a shore. It was so natural for him like you were made just for him. 

“Fuck, Y/N. I’m so close,” he grunted. His fingertips into your hips, you knew there would be bruises on them in the morning. Minho’s lips found yours, kissing you hungrily. “Tell me your mind, Y/N.” He pleaded, making you nod your head at him, “All yours.” You gasped, feeling yourself begin to orgasm. You let out a loud moan, and Minho took that upon himself to quicken his pace, fucking you through the most intense orgasm you ever had. Still reeling from your own orgasm, Minho quickly pulled out, spraying hot semen across your thighs. You panted in unison before he slowly pulled away, adjusting his boxers so that his cock was tucked back inside them. He moved to the desk and grabbed a few tissues, “Let’s get you cleaned back up and dressed so you can find your friends, hmm?” 

After Minho cleaned you up, he helped you get dressed once again. You spent a little more time together before he took you back to your friends. You wondered how he knew their location, but you didn’t question it. You were just happy to see your friends again, even if a sex god just defiled you. 

“I’m so ready to go home.” Your friend grumbled, pulling her phone out as you all left the club that night. “Why?” You ask, making her sigh. “I didn’t find the owner. I heard he ran off with someone before I could get to him.” She rolled her eyes as we stood on the corner, waiting for the light to change so you could walk safely across the road. “Really? I thought maybe at least one of you could have surely reeled him in.” You laughed. She shrugged, “Guess someone else got him before we did.” 

“What does he look like?” I asked, making her groan. “Like a god. I would have given anything to see his office.” She groaned. Your blood froze in your veins, “I hear he has a black leather couch.” She explained as the both of you crossed the road with your group of friends. “Oh? And what’s his name?” 

“Lee Minho.”

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