#did any of you guys watch this show when you were youngsters?

[queensharotto]

I’m bored, so enjoy a picture of happy Garu with a cricket

[sebscore]

couple of suggestions for leclerc!reader. 1. leclerc!reader gets hit by a car and it's not looking very good, but they make a full recovery. 2. Her brothers hear that their sister has a boyfriend and later learn that the guys she's seeing is f2 driver oliver bearman (or any one of the f2 boys).

A BOYFRIEND? | CHARLES LECLERC

pairings: charles leclerc x sister!reader / arthur leclerc x sister!reader / ollie bearman x leclerc!reader

warnings: this fic is situated somewhere in 2022 as arthur and ollie are teammates in this story.

author's note: thank you so much for the request, my darling! ollie isn't exactly her boyfriend in this, but they're not exactly friends either so i hope it's okay <3 let me know what you think of it!

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It had been Arthur's idea to invite his family to his apartment in Italy, wanting to show off his newfound independence. Pascale, Charles and Y/N would spend a few days there before going back home to Monte Carlo. Lorenzo couldn't make it due to work obligations, but he would join them another time.

The youngest Leclerc was having a great time, apart from having to share a room with Charles as Arthur didn't have enough space for everyone to sleep individually.

It was mid day when the doorbell rang, confusing Arthur as he wasn't expecting anyone to come over. Charles and his mum were watching tv and his sister was doing whatever girls do alone in their room.

He opened the door and was surprised when he saw Ollie, his teammate. The pair had gotten along well ever since the young Brit had joined Prema and the Ferrari Driver Academy. Ollie isn't allowed to have a driver's license yet, so Arthur would often bring him to places around Maranello.

''Ollie! Hey, how are you?'' Arthur greeted him, a bit taken aback by the sudden appearance. His teammate nervously smiled. ''I'm good, mate! You?''

''Me too, thanks,'' the Monégasque noticed Ollie wasn't wearing his usual Ferrari shirt and had replaced it with a black hoodie, ''so, uh, is everything alright? I don't think we made plans or anything?'' Arthur hoped he hadn't forgotten anything important.

''Oh, uh, I'm actually here for-''

''Ollie, darling, come on in!'' Pascale interrupted the youngster, appearing from behind Arthur and urging him to enter the apartment. Arthur's confusion grew with each second passing, but he moved to the side to let Ollie in.

Charles stood up from the couch as their new guest walked in, just as puzzled as his little brother. He approached the Brit and shook his hand. ''Hi, I'm Charles. Nice to see you.''

''Nice to meet you, I'm Ollie.'' He quickly responded, hoping his sweaty palms didn't bother the Ferrari driver too much.

''Ollie, you want something to drink?'' Pascale offered him, pointing her finger in the direction of the kitchen. ''Oh, I'm alright, but thank you.'' He politely declined.

''Arthur, go and see if your sister's ready yet.''

''Ready for what?''

''Just go check on her.'' Pascale lightly pushed him to his guest room where his sister resided.

He gave everyone a weird glance, but he listened to his mother's orders nevertheless. Arthur walked quickly as he wanted to get answers as fast as possible since the reason for Ollie's appearance at his house was still a mystery.

He knocked on the door, waiting for his sister to give her consent to let him in. ''Who is it?'' He heard her question.

''Arthur.''

''Go away.''

Just like always, he ignored his sister's words and walked into the room anyway. She was spraying some perfume as she saw her brother enter, making her roll her eyes. ''I said go away.''

''Mum asked me to check if you were ready yet,'' he explained his presence, observing his sister as she paced around the room, ''wait- did you put on makeup?'' Arthur frowned, her face looked a bit different than usual.

''Yeah, so?'' Y/N bit back, not in the mood to be teased.

Arthur shrugged his shoulders. ''You want to look pretty for someone?'' Despite noticing his sister wasn't in a joking mood, he opted to tease her anyway.

''What's wrong with you?'' She groaned.

''What's wrong with you, blabla…'' Arthur repeated her words, copying her tone in an overdramatized way.

''Maman!'' Y/N yelled, receiving a push from her older brother. ''Okay, sorry!'' He didn't want their mother to come all the way down there.

It was as if seeing his sister all dolled up switched a gear in his head, it made everything clear. ''Hold on- Ollie is here… you're wearing makeup… mum asked me to see if you were ready… you're not going on a date with him are you?''

''That single brain cell of yours is doing a lot of work right now, Thur.'' Y/N grabbed her handbag and walked out of the guest room, Arthur closely following her.

Ollie had set himself down on one of the chairs as Pascale kept insisting he made himself comfortable, but as soon as the Leclerc girl walked into the room, he stood up. ''Hey, Y/N.''

''Hi, Ollie.'' She blushed, the Brit having an effect on her that made the young girl all giddy inside.

''Alright, have fun you two,'' Pascale motioned for the pair to get going, ''be smart.'' She kissed Y/N's cheek, bidding her daughter goodbye.

''I know, bye.''

She waited until they were out of the door before returning to the living room, where she found her two sons still standing in the same place as earlier. ''Everything okay?''

''When were you gonna tell us our sister has a boyfriend?'' Charles asked, offended that their mother would keep such information to herself and not share it with them. ''And that it's my teammate?'' Arthur added, pointing at himself.

Pascale chuckled, amused by their cluelessness. ''Ollie is not her boyfriend, but they've been on a few dates with each other and she's been really enjoying it.'' She explained to them, a genuine smile on her face.

''She's only 17 years-old, she can't have a boyfriend.'' Arthur argued, cringing as the words left his mouth. ''Okay, she can have a boyfriend, but why does it have to be him?'' He quickly changed his mind.

''What's wrong with Ollie? He's a nice young man and his parents are very good people.'' Their mother defended the Brit, confused as to why Arthur didn't want him as his sister's boyfriend.

Arthur sighed. ''Cause I race against him! What if they get together and then they break up or something? He might push me off the track! Or what if he hurts her? Then I'll kill him on the track.'' The man clarified his disdain for Ollie dating his younger sister.

''You're not killing anyone on track, okay? They're just going on dates, you're overthinking everything.'' Charles calmed him down. He wasn't too keen on his baby sister dating a driver, but he wasn't thinking like Arthur.

''I'm more offended that she didn't tell me anything, how long has this been going on?'' Charles continued, glancing at his mum.

Pascale thought for a few moments. ''A few months, with his racing and her school they can't meet that often.'' She answered.

''MONTHS?!'' Both of the Leclerc brothers chorused, absolutely shocked this wasn't something recent. ''What do you mean months? You're telling me this guy has been trying to get into my sister's pants for months and I didn't know about it?'' Arthur said, flabbergasted.

Pascale scoldingly hit his arm. ''Keep that language to yourself, Arthur! Y/N asked me to not tell anyone until she knew it was a bit more serious between them,'' she told the two of them, ''I don't want any of that negative energy around her, okay? She's always been supportive of whoever you two are dating and you're gonna do the same for her, understand?'' Pascale held a stern look on her face.

Their mother's scolding brought them back to earth. She was right, whether they liked their sister dating a driver or not, they had to support her, just like she has been supporting them.

''You're right, mum. We're gonna be supportive.'' Charles confirmed to her, giving her a hug. They both glimpsed at Arthur, who sighed but eventually joined their embrace. ''Okay, but if he breaks her heart, I'll just lightly touch him with my car.''

Y/N arrived home hours later, right in time for dinner. Both Arthur and Charles weren't home as they were called in to go to the Scuderia Ferrari home for either some meetings or simulation work. It was late in the night when they arrived home.

She was already falling asleep when Charles came into their shared room, trying not to make too much noise, but failing. ''Charles, be quiet.'' She mumbled, her pillow covering a bit of her mouth.

''Sorry, Chérie,'' he apologized, laying down on his mattress that was spread on the floor, ''how, uh, was your date with Ollie? I saw him working out in the gym.'' He asked, curiously.

Y/N had started to doze off again, but his question woke her up a little. ''We walked around Maranello and we got something to eat, and-''

''Did he pay?'' Charles interrupted.

''Yes, he paid.''

''Good.''

''Anyway- it was really nice and we talked a lot, so, uh, I had a great time.'' She finished her answer, closing her eyes again.

Charles simply hummed, trying to find the right words to say. ''That's good to hear, you think that it's getting serious between you two? That it's going somewhere?''

''Maybe, he's a really great person and I like hanging out with him, so I hope it's going somewhere.'' She truthfully replied, feeling weird about saying all of this to her older brother.

He nodded. ''Do you wa-''

''Perceval, I want to sleep.''

''Oh, okay! Goodnight, I love you.''

''...''

''...''

''I love you too.''

''...''

[eddiemunsonspantschain]

Things Change - E.M

Author's Note: Did I wanna start another Eddie series? Yes. This might be a shorter series tho than the one I'm (trying) to put out. Special thanks to my babes @wroteclassicaly and @corrodedcorpses for reading over my smut for approval lol. And thank you to @boomhauer who helped with some relevent info for later chapters 👀

Warnings: Alcohol, sex, p in v sex, cream pie, oral (f receiving), smutty smut smut smut (minors gtfo), 18+, afab reader

You do not have permission to copy, translate or repost my work onto any other platforms.

You had no idea how you ended up here. Moving to Hawkins hadn’t been your decision, of course. That was made by your parents. It was just lucky for you that you made fast friends with Robin Buckley. Which led you to being friends with Steve Harrington… which led to the entire party. You had been shocked to say the least. You didn’t think you would gain a friend group so quickly. The kids were fun to be around and had insisted on showing you how to play D&D since you were into fantasy. That only led to them trying to introduce you to Eddie Munson. Tried being the operative word. Despite everyone else liking you, it seemed Eddie was the exception. You had no idea what you did to him to warrant this distaste.

It made things worse. Worse only because you found yourself smitten with the Dungeon Master upon meeting him. He had awkwardly waved at you and barely met your eye when you were introduced, but you were entranced. He was pretty. Stupidly so. Not to mention his nerdy side made you smile, especially when you had seen him talking about campaigns with the other youngsters for their Hellfire meetings. Some of his music taste was out there for what you listened to, but there were a couple of bands you both listened to. At first, you assumed Eddie was just not overly friendly. You knew what people at Hawkins High said about him. Robin reassuring you it was all bullshit. That none of it was true at all. 

As time went on, you tried to get closer to Eddie. You tried to talk with him, but anytime you got close to talking to him, he would roll his eyes and show his impatience before finding an excuse to leave. When it came to group conversations, he always made comments about what you had to say. He teased you at times, made you feel stupid for things sometimes when you fumbled something or said something incorrectly. The last straw for you had been when the kids tried to get you to play D&D with Hellfire and Eddie shot it down. The kids had been teaching you how to play for weeks and you enjoyed learning the game. When you showed up at Hellfire though Eddie denied you membership and told you to leave. With tears in your eyes, you stomped out of the drama room and out to your car.

You hated Eddie Munson.

Any affection you had for him had disappeared. Instead, you couldn’t stand when he would talk because it was usually to make fun of you. You didn’t find his rambles endearing anymore. Any attraction you felt, you buried away so no one would know. Eventually, it became clear the lines were drawn. The others knew Eddie didn’t like you. That the two of you couldn’t get along for more than five minutes if you were left alone.

“It’ll be fun! C’mon.” Nancy spoke as she pushed aside hanger after hanger in your closet, assessing your clothes.

“You know I hate parties.” You told her, watching her rifle through everything. It wasn’t that you hated parties, it was that you hated crowds. Plus, you knew Eddie was going. The last time you went to a party with Eddie, he had made fun of your outfit and teased you about being desperate to get a guy’s attention all for simply wearing a tank top that showed off a little more cleavage than your other ones. 

“You hate crowds. C’mon. It’ll be fun and the school year is getting closer to being done. We’ll be graduates! We deserve to go out!” Nancy argued as she pulled out a short sleeve top with a v-neck. “This is cute! Why not this and some jeans? Maybe a skirt?”

“No skirt.” You vetoed, knowing the comment you’d get for it.

“Ignore him.” Nancy rolled her eyes before moving to your dresser for a pair of jeans and laying them on the bed with the top. “There. Add some boots and you’re ready! C’mon. You can hang out with Robin and I. Not even have to see Eddie.”

“Being with Robin means being with Steve, and being with Steve means being with Eddie.” You clarified with a small smile. “I’ll go, Nanc. You’re right about it being our last party before graduation.” You answered and slid off of your bed to go and change into the clothes she set out. 

“Then you can hang out with Jonathan and I!” Nancy reasoned.

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Except that didn’t happen. You should have known that the couple would be off with one another not long after entering the party. You all shared a couple drinks but Nancy had dragged Jonathan onto the dance floor, leaving you in the corner by yourself. Steve had found a girl to dance with. Robin was drinking with Vickie who had made a surprise appearance. So you found yourself leaning on a wall nursing another drink. You had a good buzz going. You were unsure what was in the punch besides copious amounts of alcohol, and you were feeling it. You hummed as you sipped at your almost empty cup. 

That was when you spotted him. It hadn’t occurred to you that Eddie would be left alone too when you saw Steve and Robin were occupied. You had no idea where Argyle was though you could take a pretty good guess. Eddie himself was situated across the way from you. You watched his long fingers pinch the cigarette between his lips, pulling it away as a plume of smoke followed. He was staring at you, though you couldn’t imagine why. You looked away realizing you were staring back at him. You didn’t want him to get the wrong idea after all, right? 

You drained the last of the dark red liquid in your cup and made your way back to the kitchen. You moved to the punch bowl, filling up your cup half way once more. Someone slid up beside you and you knew exactly who it was based on the smell of tobacco and Old Spice invading your nose. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you took a sip from your cup. Long, ringed fingers wrapped around your cup and your hand as you pulled the cup away from your mouth, leading it now to his. You turned your head, watching Eddie as he took a long sip from your cup. You were about to comment that it was your cup and to get his own when he moved the cup away from his mouth. His pink tongue poked out, licking up the ruby liquid on his lips with his eyes never straying from your face. 

“Munson.” You murmured, bringing your cup back to your mouth and finishing what was left inside. 

“Y/L/N.” Eddie murmured back, hand falling away from the cup and moving to your hip instead. 

You stared at Eddie. Unsure of what he was planning to do. His other hand moved to your free hip, and he pulled you from the punch bowl. He turned you both, pressing you against the fridge, making the magnets fall off. Before you could register what was happening, his lips found yours. He tasted like the punch you both drank and your cherry lip gloss that had transferred from the cup to his lips. You melted into his kiss as you kissed him back, hands moving up to cup his cheeks as he pressed closer to you. The kiss was slow at first, but soon grew hungry. His tongue teased against your lips and you parted them, moaning as his tongue touched yours. 

Eddie’s hands squeezed your hips and a small whine left your lips as he pulled away from you. His large hand grasped yours, tugging you towards the exit for the kitchen. You followed, letting Eddie pull you towards the stairs. You both ascended the stairs and after the third door you checked, you found an empty room. You both shuffled inside, shutting the door loudly behind you. Not that it mattered, considering the volume of the party happening downstairs. As soon as the party was shut out, your lips were back on Eddie’s.

There was a dull thud of his leather jacket hitting the ground before his hands were on you. He pushed your top up to your bust, brushing his fingers over your skin and groaning against your lips. He broke away to tug your top over your head, mouth descending on the swell of your tits. He kissed your warm flesh, dipping his tongue between your breasts as his hands tugged your bra straps down. You reached behind yourself, unclasping your bra and pulling it off of your arms. As soon as they were free, his mouth found your nipple, sucking harshly on it and pulling a loud moan from you. A growl left his chest as he moved to mark the side of your breast. You tugged at the back of Eddie’s shirt with a soft whimper. With a soft pop Eddie let go of your boob to pull his shirt over his head. 

“Eager, sweetheart?” He breathed with a dopey grin like he wasn’t the one who cornered you in the kitchen and dragged you up there. 

“Shut up and take off your clothes.” You answered, popping the button on your jeans and pulling them down your legs.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.” He murmured as he worked his own jeans off. He eyed your legs as you kicked aside your jeans, now going for your panties. He reached out to grab your wrists. “No. That’s for me.” He growled quietly before lifting you. A squeak left your lips as he did so, not expecting him to lift you up like that. You instinctually wrapped your legs around him as he carried you, distracting yourself by tangling your hands in his hair and dragging his lips back to yours. You felt Eddie dipping you down and the softness of a mattress meeting your back. His lips left yours, returning to nuzzle your breasts before moving down your belly. He pressed kisses against your abdomen, working his way down to your hips. You whined, lifting your lips to get more contact from him. Eddie snaked one hand up to grip your waist as he teased his tongue along the waistband of your panties. Chocolate orbs rolled up to watch you as his tongue dipped under the soft cotton. 

“Eddie, don’t tease me.” You whimpered, feeling your cheeks flush at the low chuckle he let out. 

“You tease me all the time, sweet thing.” He murmured, snapping the waistband of your panties with his teeth.

“Look who’s talking.” You huff as you reach down to gently tug on his curls. It didn’t even occur to you what he meant. You had simply answered as you did considering he teased you all the time, just not like this. 

Eddie groaned at the tugging and nipped at your hip. Finally, he took your panties between his teeth and tugged them down. He kept using his teeth, letting his hand help the other side until he completely removed your panties. He sat up with the cotton between his teeth with a large grin. He dropped the pair into his hands and hummed, pressing his nose to them before setting them aside. “Why smell those when I have the real thing in front of me?” He mused, hooking his hands under your knees as he moved to lie on his belly. His hot breath fanned over your core as he spread your legs. “Nice and wide for me, princess.” He cooed, nudging his nose against your inner thigh. He made sure to take time to mark those too until he had you squirming and your slick running between your cheeks, no doubt wetting the sheets under you. It wasn’t until you begged did he finally flatten his tongue against you, licking a broad stripe from your leaking entrance to the bundle of sensitive nerves above. 

A whine left your lips as you arched your hips, wanting his attention on that bundle of nerves again. Eddie ignored you and dipped his tongue into your aching hole. His hands kept a firm grip on your thighs as he fucked you with his tongue, making you writhe under him. He pressed his face against you, nose bumping your neglected clit as he moved his head from side to side. He groaned against you, soon taking his tongue out of you to lick and suck on your folds, letting his tongue flick against your clit with every pass. A sigh of relief left you when he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked just as he pushed a finger into you. You whined his name, rocking your hips as he pumped his finger slowly into you. 

“Eddie, please.” You breathed, tugging on his head as you moaned and bit down on your lip. 

“Please, what?” Eddie asked against you, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit and making you yelp at the contact. 

“I need you.” You whined, tugging on his hair again.

“Need me how, princess?” He chuckled and you swore even though you weren’t looking at him, you could hear his stupid smile.

“You know how!” You huffed at him. 

“Say it.” Hell no. You tugged on his hair again. Eddie’s response was a swift smack to your thigh, and you gasped at the sting on your skin. You looked down at Eddie, who had his glistening chin resting on your pubic bone. He looked up at you, chocolate orbs now swimming in black. He licked his lips and raised a brow at you expectantly. You frowned at him. Eddie shrugged and once again smacked your thigh. A whimper left your lips.

“Say. It.” Eddie growled at you, turning his head to nip and suck at your hip.

You groaned, huffing in defeat as you laid your head back against the pillows. “I need you to fuck me.” You mumbled.

“What was that? I can’t hear you.” Eddie hummed, fingers tapping against your thigh impatiently.

“I need you to fuck me.” You repeated a little louder.

Eddie smirked, running his tongue over the mark he left on your hip now. “Ask me nicer.”

“Eddie, I swear to God-”

“God isn’t here now, sweetheart. Just me. Ask nicely and I’ll fuck you.” 

You huffed, feeling the annoyance creeping up on you that the arousal had quelled for the time being. You knew if you didn’t comply, he would most likely leave you there aching and needy. So you smoothed your fingers in his hair. You gently started to massage at the roots where you had tugged and you felt Eddie turn into a puddle between your thighs. Where his form had been sturdy and rigid before, he now relaxed between your thighs as your ministrations. “Eddie,” You spoke sweetly. There was silence. “Eddie?” You tried again, looking down to see his pretty eyes had fluttered closed. You smirked to yourself as you realized you had found a weakness, apparently. His eyes opened when your fingers stopped. 

“Hm?” A blush settled on his cheeks.

“Eddie,” You cooed, starting to massage again.

“Yes, princess?” Eddie breathed against your skin as he pressed a kiss to it. 

“I need you to fuck me, please?” You pouted at him. “I need you to make me cum on your cock.” 

“Holy fucking hell,” Eddie groaned, pressing his face against your belly. 

You giggled as you slowed your massaging of his scalp, instead tugging once again. This spurred Eddie back into action. He moved up your body, pressing his lips to yours. You groaned as you tasted yourself on his lips. His hands moved down to push his boxers off, managing to wiggle them off of his body and toss them aside somewhere in the room. A shiver ran through you as you felt his length touch you. You nibbled his lower lip as you snaked a hand down, gasping as you wrapped your hand around him and felt just how thick he was. You gave him a few tugs, whining softly and wondering how the hell he was going to fit inside you. Your past partners had been nothing to brag about in terms of size. Some average, some… less than. But Eddie was bigger than you’d taken before. A small hiss left his lips, and he grabbed at your wrist. 

“If you keep jerking me, sweetheart, I’m gonna cum all over your thighs.” He murmured against your lips, biting down harshly on your plump lower lip.

You whimpered at the sting of pain, rubbing your thumb over Eddie’s shaft since he was holding your wrist. “Want it for me.” You mumbled back.

Eddie breathed a chuckle and let go of your wrist. “Want it for you?” He hummed, amused as you nodded back. “What do you mean, baby? Tell me.”

You pecked his lips, now moving your freed hand up to tease your thumb around his tip and smearing his precum around. Eddie let out a shaky breath. “Want your cum inside me, Munson.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie moaned, “Take it, sweetheart. It’s yours.” You grinned at his words, feeling him shift closer to you. His hand soon joined yours, guiding his cock to your aching hole. You bit your lip and let out a soft whimper as he teased his tip against you. “Such a sweet thing. Letting me fuck you raw.” He cooed as he pushed his dick into you.

You moaned, biting on your lower lip as he split you open. You wiggled your hips, arms wrapping back around his neck and settling a hand in his curls as he sunk inch by inch into you. Your walls fluttered around his length, begging for more. When his hips met yours, you let out a shaky breath. “Oh, my god.” You breathed, feeling a pleasant sting as he stretched you for him. Eddie pulled back before snapping his hips into yours again. A deep groan left his lips as he started a rough pace. Your mouth fell open in a pretty ‘O’ shape, moans and Eddie’s name falling from your lips easily. 

“Taking me so good, pretty girl,” Eddie moaned as he drove himself into you. “Look so perfect under me while I fill you with my cock.” You almost wanted to die at how he spoke to you. His dirty talk was too good and something you hadn’t expected to like so much. With previous partners it had made you cringe hearing them attempt to talk dirty to you. But Eddie? His words were dirty and felt like sin, making a warmth pool low in your belly. You had no idea it would be like this. Hell, you hadn’t thought you’d be in this state with him. However, now that he was drilling his thick length into you, you didn’t want him to stop. Already addicted from the first taste. Eddie’s hard thrusts slowed and you let out a high-pitched whine. You were starting to feel the coil tighten low in your belly, but him slowing pulled it away from you.

“Eddie,” You whined with a pout.

Eddie chuckled and kissed your pouting lip. He took one of your hands from around him. “Do as I say.” He instructed, still driving his cock into you slowly. He moved your hand between you both, spreading your four fingers apart. He guided your hand to your pussy, two of your fingers on either side of his cock as he pushed into you with your palm digging into your clit. “Look at that.” He groaned, watching his dick disappear into you framed by your fingers. “Such a pretty sight.” He sighed, pressing on your palm to grind it against the bundle of nerves. Your walls clenched around him and he let out a near pornagraphic moan. So you clenched around him again. “Brat,” Eddie breathed shakily, grinning down at you as he started up his rough pace again. “Keep your hand there. Open your mouth.” He growled.

You moaned his name, moaning again when he moved his free hand to grab your cheeks. His thumb and pointer finger pressed in an attempt to open your mouth. You obliged, opening your mouth up for him. Eddie leaned over you and spat into your mouth. “Swallow.” He instructed and you closed your mouth, swallowing down his spit. “Good girl.” You whimpered at his praise. 

Curses left your lips as you felt that pleasure mounting again. His thrusts grew sloppier as he got closer to filling you, full balls smacking against your skin. You pulled him down for a kiss, wrapping your legs tightly around him as he grinded his length into you. “Please, I’m so close!” You whined against his lips, grinding your palm against your clit.

Eddie cursed, picking up his thrusts. “C’mon, cum for me.” He grunted, moving his mouth to mark the junction between your neck and shoulder. You rocked your hips up, feeling the familiar feeling of your orgasm creeping up on you. Eddie’s name fell from your lips like a chant as you got closer, legs tightening around him and his name leaving your mouth in a long moan as your came around his length. “Fuck!” Eddie moaned, “Cumming around my cock, princess. Look who did this to you,” He babbled, enjoying the fucked out look on your face as he thrusted roughly into you. 

You massaged your fingers against his scalp once the stars left your vision. “You did, Eddie. Cum for me now too, pretty boy.” You cooed, tugging on his curls. Eddie’s forehead dropped own onto your shoulder and you tugged hard, picking his head back up so you could see him as he came. His mouth fell open in a low moan as he painted your walls white, a whimper leaving you at the warmth of his seed inside of you and the look on his face as he finished. He stilled on top of you and you resumed your massaging. His body weight fell onto you fully, giving in to the exhaustion for a moment. You didn’t mind, keeping your legs around him as you massaged his scalp.

“Pretty boy, huh?” Eddie finally murmured after a few minutes.

“Shut it.” You answered, fingers now massaging the back of his neck.

Eddie hummed, licking over the reddening spot on your shoulder. “Are you, uh, on the pill?” He asked, realizing what had just occurred.

“I am, yeah.” You reassured him.

“Good,” He cleared his throat and lifted himself to look down at you. You stared back at him as it sunk in. You slept with Eddie Munson. The guy who hated you. Maybe that was the last little bit to get him out of your system for good. To get rid of any last bit of attraction to him. Eddie bit his lip as he pulled himself out of you, admiring the way his cum leaked between your fingers. He climbed off of you and an immediate sadness settled in your chest. You hadn’t expected him to cuddle you per say, but you hadn’t expected him to just up and leave so soon. You pulled the covers over your body as you sat up. Eddie had disappeared into the en suite bathroom and you could hear the water running. You winced feeling his mess leaking out of you, your fingers now covered in a mix of the both of you. Eddie appeared again, a washcloth in hand, and offered it to you. A blush settled over your cheeks.

“Thanks,” You murmured and started cleaning yourself up. Eddie pulled on his boxers, finding his jeans quickly and pulling them on. He gathered your clothes too, setting them on the bed as he sourced out his clothes too. You finished cleaning up, disappearing into the bathroom to pee and clean up a bit more before leaving the bathroom. You grabbed your bra, pulling it on before tugging your shirt on. You looked around for your panties. You huffed. “Eddie.”

“Hm?”

You held out your hand and wiggled your fingers. “Panties.”

“I don’t have em.” Eddie answered.

You gave him a ‘seriously?’ look and wiggled your fingers again. Eddie sighed dramatically, pulling your cotton panties out of his pocket and placing them in your hand. “Thank you,” You sang, pulling them on before tugging on your jeans. You sat on the bed as you pulled your boots on, mildly wondering why Eddie was still there. You were happy he hadn’t run out immediately, but he was lingering longer than you had expected him to. He produced his Camels from his pocket, placing a cigarette between his lips before pulling out a blue plastic Bic lighter. He flicked at the sparker, lighting the end of his cigarette and taking a long drag. He pulled it from his lips and offered the stick to you. You waved him off. “No thanks.” You murmured and stood from the bed.

Eddie shrugged. “Suit yourself. Let’s go.” He moved towards the door, snatching up his leather jacket from the floor. You raised a brow and followed Eddie out the door. The two of you went back downstairs, the party still ongoing. If Eddie noticed the stares, he didn’t say anything about it as he headed for the front door, still smoking his cigarette. You planned on breaking off from him and did just that, going your separate way from him.

It was only then you realized that your friends were gone. Steve most likely had left with the girl he had been dancing with. Robin and Vickie were nowhere in sight, either. You cursed, heading for the front door. Nancy, Jonathan, and Eddie were outside talking. You tried to quell the heat that rose to your cheeks as Eddie talking with your mutual friends like he hadn’t just fucked you upstairs. You walked over, leaning closer to Nancy.

“Hey! You have fun?” Nancy asked, looping her arm through yours.

“Yeah, tons.” You answered while purposely avoiding looking at Eddie.

“Ready to head home?” Jonathan asked and you nodded your head. “You good to get home, Eddie?” Jonathan asked him.

“I’m fine, man. Get the ladies home safe.” Eddie answers, eyes flicking to you before back to Jonathan. The two shared a manly hug before Eddie nodded his head to Nancy. “Wheeler, Y/L/N.” He flicked his cigarette into the street as he headed for his van.

You could feel Nancy’s eyes boring into your skull as you watched Eddie drive off.

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As soon as you got to your house, Nancy announced she’d be sleeping over, much to Jonathan’s surprise. You knew exactly what she was doing. You played along and the two of you snuck up to your room. The second the door was closed, Nancy rounded on you.

“What happened?”

You groaned, moving to your dresser. “Nothing, Nance. I’m gonna shower, okay?” You quickly grabbed pajamas. “Help yourself to my clothes too.”

“Oh, of course.” Nancy nodded, hands on her hips. “You probably should wash the smell of sex and Eddie off of you.” When you turned to look at her, she had a large grin on her face. She pointed to your neck. You swallowed, peeking at your mirror and realizing your top exposed one of Eddie’s marks. “You smell like him, you know. The second you got close to me I could smell the cigarettes and weed.” She giggled.

“Nancy-”

“I’m not judging! I just… see why you had ‘tons’ of fun.”

You quickly ran into your bathroom and shut the door hard at her giggling.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hi, how about oblivious farmer? Like half the town is in love with them and they give them hints they don't see. The farmer treats them as good friends and says they want to be friends with them forever lol. It would also be nice to see them compete with each other a bit (Especially Alex vs Sam, because I like them the most. But my character probably won't get involved with anyone because I'm a little afraid of them having kids. Of course I like kids and would be nice having children, but I just i heard that in sdv they are creepy and people turn them into birds, i'm a bit worried…so story almost taken out of my character's life in stardew valley). Sorry for writing so much and have a nice day

Thank you so much for your ask, dear anon!

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Oh Yoba, bless the heart of the oblivious Farmer. And bless the patience of all the bachelors and bachelorettes who are trying their best to make almost obvious hints to win the interest of the young and chaotic Farmer of the whole Valley. But the real chaos began when word got out that Farmer so-and-so didn't mind dating both guys and ladies. That is, the bachelors began their competition for the Farmer's heart, not realizing that the bachelorettes were also determined to win the Farmer for themselves. Moreover, each was for himself, and one individual has to have as many as 11 potential competitors.

Some left the "game" as soon as it started, not believing that they would have any chance (Penny, Shane, Maru and Sebastian), some began to show "aggressive" friendship to Farmer, almost sticking to them like a faithful dog that would bark and cackle at the sight of outsiders (Alex, Abigail Sam), while others did not employ any tactics, considering sincerity and friendship to be the key to winning hearts (Harvey and Emily). Some decided to go for the sly, and with the help of not too damaging friendship and mental health gossip cleverly push the competitors away from Farmer and win themselves over (Haley). And it also happens that some people were so caught up in the battle for young Farmer's heart that they didn't notice how they fell in love with each other (Elliott/Leah).

The married and adult residents of the Valley looked on in total shock. Someone, namely the parents of some of the bachelors (those same Jodi, Robin and Caroline) also tried to hint to Farmer that their son/daughter really liked them. Someone (Lewis) tried to talk sense into the love-crazed youngsters by nagging them to stop their "loving advances". The children (Jas, Vincent, and Leo) looked on with incomprehension, believing it was "just another grown-up fad" that they, alas, could not yet comprehend. How the others (Marnie, Willy, and Gus) laughed heartily at the whole thing, and how George grumbled at home because all that "love cacophony" kept him from watching TV. Also laughing heartily, the old adventurers (Marlon and Gil) genuinely didn't understand how their young Guild member could calculate sophisticated tactics against dangerous monsters, but can't figure out when someone is flirting with them (they even made a bet who would win, just for fun). Rasmodius shook his head and asked the Farmer if they had knocked over the love potion.

What's funny is that in the end the Farmer's choice fell on Krobus. Because they're a sweet, kind, cool monster, and they smell like licorice. Who would have thought that happiness can be found in stinking sewer drains. Although, given that diamonds or gold ore are found in some garbage cans of the residents of Stardew Valley, there is nothing to be surprised at all...

PS: Also yeah, you're right. Sometime, children in this game looks like a nightmare fuel 😅 And the fact than you can rid of them by turning them into pigeon... Oy vey.

[ask-carmenpondiego]

Chapter 6: Two Pones walk into a bar and end up at the Black Market

When Carmen caught up with Marehem, he was pressing buttons on an old timey cigarette vending machine, seeing if there were any left. He jostles it a moment as she stammers gingerly, “H-Heeey. Um. L-Look, I’m sorry. I know how it looks and I realize I was in the wrong back there. I wasn’t in my right mind. I did get most of the information I needed to possibly figure out the next step-“ her eyes went wide as he glared at her darkly and effortlessly tore open the machine like a cardboard pasta box with his tentacles, metal screeching and creaking. He procured about two packs, leaving the menthols. She cleared her throat and tried to speak, but he continued to stare at her, noisily crinkling the wrapper open and placing the other pack in his jacket pocket, “As I was saying.. I could still use your help. And I could still help you. We can head to the medical examiner office or something next if you want. How does that sound?” He stalks close to her enough to make her back up against a shadowed wall, she shakily hold out her hand “D-deal?” He grips hers tightly enough she yelped out, he leaned close to her ear and growled, “If I even catch you with that fucking drug again, the deal is off and I will devour your bones in the most painful way and will keep you alive enough to watch.” She steeled herself and gulped, “Fair. But if you work for me, there will be no more killing or slaughter while on my jobs. Got it? Slight dismemberment, ok, but not life threatening.” He leans back still holding her hand, snarling, “What? Thats like limiting me to breaking fingers! Fuck off.” She frowned at him, squeezing his hand this time, “If you dont, I walk away with the closest lead you have on getting the closure you want.” He growls in frustration and slams his fist against the wall by her head.

Carmen yelped as they both fall through the shadow, she falls onto wet asphalt as he casually strides towards a bar across the city street, his wings and tentacles tucked back in unseen. Her hat had fallen beside her as she got up, wiping off the dirt and wetness, she picked up her hat and hurried to follow him, rolling it up and storing it in her pack. M was already at the bar, shooting back a couple shots as she peeked into the door. She sat next to him and ordered a glass of moscato. “I didn’t think you were a shots kind of guy.” She quipped, sipping her wine. “I ain’t. This shits water to me. I’d like to think it does somethin but it never does.” He gruffly slams down the shotglass upside down. “So you can’t get drunk? Are all changelings like that?-ow!” He shushed her and kicked her leg. He looked her in the eye and showed he had normal looking bright green eyes and the lack of any horn or antler at all. Even his tail was looking like a short tuft of orange. His clothes had changed to more of a pale navy business suit. He still had the bandages, she noticed. “You got yourself a ladyfriend finally, M?” The bartender chuckled, polishing a glass with a towel. “Neh, just the bro’s ball and chain. You know, family affairs.” He knocked back another shot, as Carmen waved shyly. Bartender looked at her, “You look familiar, have you been on the news?” She laughed nervously, “Me? Psh! No. I..just got back from a costume party, villain themed! I’m just a little housewife, taking care of two little youngsters. They.. are with a foalsitter right now.” The bartender nodded, “Yeah, that alone time is pretty scarce with kids. Let me know if you need a refill.” She smiled and sipped more wine. She leans closer to M, “They know you here?” He swishes a shotglass a moment, “Yeah the guys from the office come here after work, I moonlight as an insurance agent for AllStable, but to be honest, I’m the breadwinner. I make them the most profit by making accidents happen. Hence all the plasters.” He motions to his face. “They don’t ask how I do it, and I don’t disclose trade secrets to them. But it helps keep cash in my pocket because without a body, neither of us can claim fuckin any inheritance from Wally.” She stops mid sip, “They what? Can they do that? Not that I’m interested in it but I still have bills to pay.” M shakes his head. “Not with Wally’s will. Theres an airtight clause where a body needs to be produced in order for the will to be released. Its a Wander Society thing. And your bills got covered automatically when they took you away. You literally have nothing in your name anymore. That will and the law screwed us both over.” Her shoulder sank a little as she finishes her glass, ordering another. She truly didnt care about the money but the fact she had lost their home and any other possessions they owned. She didn’t even get to keep her wallet with the family pictures inside. “Wally didnt send you any pictures of us, did he?” M raised an eyebrow, “Actually he sent several. Literal perfect dad bragging about his family. Why?” Carmen thanked the bartender for the refill and traced her finger along the top. “I don’t have any photos of them anymore. I need to get a new phone first but if you’d be so kind as to share those pictures with me, I’d be eternally grateful.” He sighed and rummaged through his pockets for his phone with a cracked screen. He pulled up the pictures and slid the phone over the bartop to her. “Here, we’ll get you a phone in the mornin. But at least you can go through the pictures.” She picks up the phone and chuckles, tears welling up in her eyes. For a few moments it felt like everything was how it was before, reliving every moment she saw captured. She sniffled and closed the screen, she set the phone down and took her glasses off to wipe her eyes. “Thank you, Marehem. I really needed that.” He sighed and wrapped an arm around her quivering shoulders. “No prob. As insufferable as he was to me, I miss him too.”

He slapped down a couple bills on the counter and stood up, finishing the last shot and the last bit of her wine. “Come on, we need to get shit done tomorrow and we need some shut-eye.”

They exit the bar and start walking down the sidewalk, for a while they were both silent. “M, if you’re a changeling, where are your…holes? If you don’t mind me asking.” M chuckled and pushed up a sleeve, showing the changeling holes and fills them in again making his arm look whole. “They’re there, I just don’t like the look of them. Too much debris gets in them. So I got rid of them.” She adjusts her pack and puts her hands in her pants pockets. “Did Wally look like you without his Earth pony guise?” He scoffed, “Naw, he looked like that Thorax guy, only pastel blues and greens.” He flipped through his phone and pulled up some really old looking photos, showing Carmen. “Oh wow, he looks so different.” He shrugged, putting his phone away, “He never liked it. Thats why he shifted to the Earth pony shape. He felt more like himself like that.” She nodded, “I can see that, I’m glad I knew him as the form he felt more comfortable in.” They fell silent once again as they walked.

There was some muffled pulsing music coming from an upcoming candy shop and Carmen perked up. “Oh hey, Its the Sweet Spot. I know this place. My sister owns it.” M grimaces, “The candy store? Ugh. Too much sugar, makes my teeth hurt from here.” She playfully punches his arm, “No, she owns the candy shop during the day, but the rave club is open right now. Plus if she’s there tonight, we can ask her for a new phone, she has special ones that are undetectable by law enforcement… she runs a black market enterprise behind the rave club. I say check it out. I could get most of my personal documents copied too.”

They head in and asked the bouncer for entry, Carmen shifted her hip and flashed her cutiemark. The bouncer opened the rope for them and the descended down to the basement which opened up to a huge room with neon lasers, smoke machines and booming electro music, filled with all sorts of beings dancing and enjoying themselves. There was a short bright teal pony with neon pink, purple and yellow cyberdreads, dressed in an orange and black cyber punk skirt complete with spiked goggles and gasmask, gloves, fuzzy leg-warmers and glow bracelets adorned her limbs. As they approached, the short mare squealed in delight and ran over, hugging Carmen with the biggest bearhug the little pony could muster.

“Oh my stars!! Bella!! You came back! Ohmahgah, you need to tell me where you went!! Wait! Not here, lets go to a booth!” The hyperactive mare pulled them over to a much quieter corner of the club. “Bella?” M raised an eyebrow. “Its part of my middle name, Isabella. She’s the only one to call me that other than if I make reservations incognito.” Carmen explained. The cyberpunk mare reached for Carmen hands excitedly, “Bella I was so worried when I saw the news of the museum! And then the social medias were all over your arrest! I’m glad to see you havent changed! No one can hold you down, you’re like a slippery eel!” Carmen chuckled, “Well thats why I’m here. Sugar, Wally’s gone and I need my papers and a new phone. I need to go back to before I hung up my hat.” The mare, Sugar Pop, gasped, “Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry, he was so good for you, I cant believe it. Was he one of the missing from the fire?? Oh gosh.. he was such a nice fella.. total opposite of tall dark and buggy over here. Whats your name?”

M, who had not changed from his earth pony shape at all, looked at her with surprise, “Wha-me?” Sugar crossed her arms, “No, the teddy bear behind you. Yes you! You’re the only changeling in the booth here. Whats ya name?” M let slip his eye shift and growled, “First of all, how did you-“ He stopped mid sentence when he heard the loud clacking sound of an aerosol can being shaken up. Sugar had a rather large can of bug spray in her hand, not looking amused. “Marehem. Brother of Wally.” He watched her put away the can as he answered. “Now, was that so hard? Your brother would have been the first to introduce himself. Such a charmer! You could’ve learned a lot from him.” She called over one of the waiters and whispered something to him. “Your papers and phone will be up shortly, as always its on the house!”

The two mares spent the next ten minutes catching up on what happened after the fire. M sulked and browsed on his phone in a bored manner. Soon a waiter came around with a tray with a big yellow document envelope, a new unopened cellphone and a small sleek metal case. Sugar Pop took these from the tray and placed them on the table, sliding each over one at a time. “Alright, here’s your papers, phone and a gift from me. Two matching mini pistols, copper and gold inlay, I call these the pennies, so if you ever need to, you can give someone your two cents.. if you catch my drift.” She opens the case to show off a small pair of beautiful and shiny pistols with a line of twelve bullets lined in the case. Carmen smiled and gave a small uneasy face, gingerly closing the case and pushing it back. “I can’t accept this, I’m not a gun person. They make me very uneasy.” Sugar Pop shushes her and pushes it back to Carmen, “Bella, just take the guns. You dont have to use them. Just keep them in a safe or lockbox. Its for a little backup if nothing else. I need you to be safe.” Carmen sighs, nodding her head towards M, “Technically I have back-up. He has a penchant for dismemberment.” M looks up, “I’m what now?” Sugar Pop scoffs, “And if he’s out takin a piss and leaves you alone, then what? You need a back up. Trust me. The world isnt like it used to be back in your big heisting days. You gotta be more careful.”

Carmen rolls her eyes, “You’re like Ma, I get it. I promise I’ll be safe. If you want, I’ll do tiny heists like no returning library books.” Sugar Pop nodded, “Those fees can get pretty pricey.. but no, that isnt any fun! Go out, live a little!! You got a chance to do it again! You did get the kids set up at a safe house, right?”

Carmen nodded, “Yes, I made sure that Adora is being looked after by the Warehouse Curators and Blendin is being looked after by the Great Library. Those are the safest places I know where they can grow up and learn the right things.” M tilts his head, “You put them there? I mean, I never took them as the babysitter types.” Carmen shrugged, “They owed us a favor. And Wally and I agreed that if need be, that would be the favor we would request. No conditions nor questions asked. I promised I would come back for them.” Her sister nodded, “As any parent would. But right now you can afford to take some time for yourself. For a thief, you aren’t very selfish of your own self care.” Carmen looked at Marehem and they both shrugged, “I suppose we can postpone plans for a little bit, get things back up and running. Say.. you don’t happen to have any spare beachfront properties, do you?”

The neon raverpunk mare smiled.

[felixculpxx]

𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗼 𝗷𝘂𝗹𝗶𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘇

It began with drawing for Mitch. As a child, he would be drawing on an surface possible with any tool to hand. It was almost like he needed to create just as much as he needed to breathe. There was nothing that could stop him. The youngster was always doodling away. This was when he was happiest. What he actually drew varied over the first few years of his life. His creative outlets also began to expand. Mitch tried pottery, collaging and eventually sewing. The task of actually sewing felt like a massive chore to him but he loved the end product. Slowly he began drawing things he wanted to sew, and would then do it. This would become the start of his love for fashion design.

Michigan’s parents, particularly his father, weren't exactly impressed initially that their son had an interest in what is stereotypically considered a feminine field. His three older brothers were all interested in typical things people imagine little boys to enjoy - playing with cars, play fighting and dinosaurs. There was no denying how happy Mitch was creating though so they realised that the best thing for him was if they supported his endeavors. His mother particularly was quite the fan of her son’s passion because it meant that she didn’t have to fix the holes in everyone’s clothes anymore. Mitch actually enjoyed those little moments of practice. He’d also occasionally whip up a new piece for his mother to wear, or would embellish and add on to items she already add that made them look so much more impressive.

It came to the surprise of no one when Michigan went on to study fashion at University. He did his undergraduate degree at Central Saint Martins in London, before completing 2 graduate degrees at Parsons. To help with student fees and day-to-day living costs, he’d moonlight at a dry cleaners to help with clothing repairs. The man has big dreams yes, but something about clothing repairs always takes him back to his childhood. Even now with his career in swing, he’ll still happily fix a hole in his friend’s coat if they want it. His talent and charm meant that not only did he exceed, but he built up an impressive network of connections via lecturers and guest lecturers. Everyone he spoke to said the exact same thing: This guy was destined for greatness.

There were bumps along the road of course. His father had an accident at work and permanent damage was made to his leg. His mother had a cancer scare, which still resulted in multiple surgeries and many medical appointments. A fire in a dodgy apartment building meant he lost entire books of sketches. During the course of his studies, Michigan realised his queerness. His parents didn’t exactly take fondly to it initially. The strain this caused their relationship was deeply painful for Mitch. His parents mean the world to him so for there to be any sort of tension between them caused him many lost hours of sleep. Thankfully they did come around.

His life is now everything he could dream of. You can regularly find Michigan at fashion shows around the world, his designs in high demand. More than a few titans of the fashion industry have referred to him as the one to watch. Models squeal in delight when they get booked for his shows. The only thing he’s missing is love. Yes, the man loves his career but it also makes relationships incredibly hard. He has everything he could need or want in life, except a partner to share it with.

[daydreamerdrew]

Comics read this past week:

Marvel Comics:

Sgt. Fury and his Howling Commandoes (1963) #34-36

These issues were published across July 1966 to September 1966, according to the Marvel Wiki. All were written by Roy Thomas, penciled by Dick Ayers, and inked by John Tartaglione. All were 20 pages.

Nick’s backstory was first delved into in issue #7, when it was discussed in order to determine his character when he was court-martialed. There a man who didn’t like Nick portrayed him as a slacker, and said that he couldn’t keep a job long when he did have one because he would get into fights. But that testimony ended with him being forced to admit that Nick is the epitome of what it means to be a man.

And a chaplain, named Lewis Hargrove, who did like Nick, said: “He was a wild boy when I first met him, always in trouble! Then I learned he had no family! He was an orphan! But he became a close friend of another boy in my parish… I watched those two lads grow up together; saw them become worthwhile young men! They learned the meaning of decency; fairy play! Yes, they were rough- but they were clean! They were honest! The accompanying image shows Nick not getting into a fight at a factory or a dance, as the previous testimony did, but in a controlled boxing match. I imagine that Nick in actuality did both, but that the chaplain didn’t see Nick at work or in that kind of social setting. He continued, “Fury’s young friend had been a problem boy, headed for trouble! It was Nick Fury’s influence that saved him, that turned him into a fine young man!” The chaplain goes on to explain that that unnamed young man was his brother, that he died at Pearl Harbor, and “That’s why Fury became a commando- to avenge him!”

Issue #34 delves into Nick’s backstory further. It’s said that Nick and Red Hargrove “tried about everything in our time.” They used to work for Finley’s Flying Circus, where Red would pilot their airplane, and Nick “was what we call a wing-walker… A guy who pulled crazy stunts on the wings while the pilot turned loops! At the high point of our act, he’d bail out… without opening his chute.” At the time Nick thought, “This ain’t exactly my number one job choice, but at least it pays good… if I survive!” They go on to say, “A few months ago, we hopped a freighter over here for just a change’a scenery,” and then, coincidentally, “The next week, the Krauts made mincemeat outta Poland, and the British brass been keepin’ us busy ever since!” That would mean they arrived in August 1939. The two were hired as civilians by the British army to train British soldiers in executing low-altitude parachute drips. Even a mere civilian trainer Nick acted like a harsh commanding officer.

Referring to their boyhood dynamic where Nick kept Red out of trouble, which is reversed in adulthood, it’s said, “He helped you out when you were youngsters… And now, you act as a brake for his bad temper!” An accompanying flashback showed Nick covering for Red, convincing a police officer that he would keep Red in line so that the police officer wouldn’t feel the need to arrest Red for whatever he did. I think that this is a good attempt to make this backstory work, where Nick having been a childhood positive influence isn’t necessarily a natural inference to make from his main depiction. Also, I am curious to see how the later establishment of Nick’s younger brother Jake (who Nick has a tumultuous relationship with in part because Nick did well in the military but Jake wasn’t the kind of person that was well-suited for it) will work with this backstory.

When it’s suggested to Nick (by Sam Sawyer, who he’s just meeting) that he actually join the British army, Nick says, “That’ll be the day, Sawyer… when ya see Nick Fury in uniform! I don’t like Hitler’s goose-steppers any more’n you do! But as long as he don’t attack America, it ain’t my war!”

Captain Sawyer recruits Nick and Red for a mission after Germany attacks Holland and Belgium, so in May 1940. Nick is initially dismissive, but Red says, “What have we got to lose? Besides, I think we’ve both been gettin’ a bit restless doin’ nothing but nursemaidin’ a bunch’a commandoes!” Also, part of Nick’s qualifications for the mission are his shooting experience with the Police Athletic League as a kid, and he says later that since then he won a few medals for shooting.

On their mission they pass crowds of refugees walking with their belongings, having been driven from their homes, and Nick pokes fun at Sam’s lecturing prompted by the sight. But later, when Nick fights a Nazi for the first time, he says, “Y’know, just this mornin’ I was tellin’ a guy named Sawyer that I didn’t have nuthin’ personal against Nazis! But now, I ain’t so blamed sure! There’s a lotta people dyin’ or homeless because’a yer bushy-lipped Fuehrer!”

While in Holland they by chance meet Dum Dum Dugan, whose circus was traveling through there before the war started. He credits being in Europe to wanting to avoid his wife and mother-in-law, who are back in Boston. He joins the group on their mission, saying, “I figure Uncle Sam’ll take on them goose-steppers sooner or later anyhow! I might as well git in on the ground floor!” And when the mission’s complete, he says, “I’ve been thinking I might just join up with the British army myself!” Later, Dum Dum and Sam reunite when the U.S. joins WWII and the two of them are reassigned to the American army. They then fight in North Africa together, which I thought was a strange choice because it’s always been Nick and Sam’s relationship that’s been emphasized, and therefore implied to have been significant before the Howling Commandoes. Also, I remember he joked in issue #3 that he joined the army to get away from his wife.

Nick and Red go back to the U.S. and join the army there, even though the U.S. wasn’t involved in WWII yet. Nick credits his decision to Sam’s speech when they saw the Dutch refugees, but he also says, “Besides, if Red here is gonna try playin’ hero, he’s gonna need somebody to keep an eye on ‘im! I sorta promised his ever-lovin’ brother to do just that!” We then see them both at Pearl Harbor over a year later in December 1941. Nick witnesses Red die and declares to the Japanese forces, “You ‘an the Nazis… Yer both the same kinda scar on the face’a the Earth… an’ this is one dogface that ain’t gonna rest till yer wiped off it!” The narration says that this is “a vow that was destined to cost the Axis Powers dearly in the war-torn days to come.” From the original reference to this event I had assumed that Red was enlisted at the time of Pearl Harbor and that Nick was not, but I suppose “became a Commando” could refer to his specific military position.

At the end of the issue, when the Howling Commandoes are formed and everyone is introducing himself, there’s a particular emphasis on Jonathan “Junior” Juniper, the Commando that died in issue #4. When Nick sees him, he says, “He don’t even look old enuff to carry a blasted rifle!” In issue #5, of Nick’s reaction to Junior’s death, Izzy thought, “Fury acts just like Junior was his own son! He’ll never forgive himself for what happened!”

In the present day portion of the issue, referring to Junior’s death, Sam says, “From that day, the shadow of death hung over the Commandoes. They never talked about it… But, deep inside, each of them was wondering who’d be the next to get it! And now… Nick Fury may be the only one of them still alive! That’s why he’s taking it harder than the rest of us… Each of the Howlers reminds him just a bit of Red Hargrove!”

Also in the present time portion of the issue Nick and Captain Sawyer have one of their typical interactions while Nick is especially upset because the Howlers are missing, and afterwards Sam thinks, “Forgive me, Nick, old friend for being so harsh! But, I know what you’re going through… and a heavy dose of pity just now would do you much more harm than good!” I think this has interesting implications for Nick’s own characterization and his approach to being compassionate as Sam is largely a higher-ranking version of himself to play off of.

In issue #35 Nick goes on his mission to rescue the Howlers with Bull McGiveney, his Corporal, and Eric Koenig, the German that Nick convinced to defect and help him when he was trapped in Germany in issue #27. The mission is a success except that Dino is seriously wounded. Of his injuries it’s said “no war’s going to last long enough for him to get back in.” He’s to be discharged, which he’s upset about, saying, “I enlisted in this man’s army the day after Pearl Harbor… and I don’t like quittin’ while the job’s just half done!” Nick commends him on the “three years” he put in with the Howlers. And Gabe tells him, “See you in the movies!” then thinks, “We hope!” His replacement is none other than Eric Koenig, who all of the Howlers immediately accept. This all surprised me because I thought that the line-up was settled by this point and wouldn’t be altered again. Also, in terms of what this changes, I think Izzy is the Commando that Dino was most often paired up with.

In order to justify the mission Captain Sawyer has to pitch it to his superiors not as a rescue mission but as the cover that it’s to learn about troop placements in Berlin. Something I particularly liked: After they’ve all barely managed to rescue the Commandoes and escape, Nick remembers what else they were meant to accomplish in Berlin and is concerned, but then McGiveney butts in and proudly tells Nick, referring to Eric’s sister who was sheltering them, “This little lady, here, took care’a the whole blamed thing fer us! While we wuz tradin’ pot-shots with the Nazis, she sneaked into their HQ and photographed enuff documents to keep G-2 busy fer a month!”

Also, at one point when his group is in danger and needs to act quickly, Nick says, “We ain’t gettin’ any younger! An’ I’d kinda like to git a mite older!”

Dino was the default Howler chosen when they needed to impersonate a German soldier because he was the only one that spoke German. He also knows Italian, which was helpful in the one issue so far that the Commandoes went to Italy. Eric obviously knows German, and in issue #36 it’s revealed that he also knows Italian and French. Also, as the mission in issue #36 is in Switzerland, where they’re specifically trying to not look like soldiers, he has to explain that he speaks German with a Prussian accent because he “was educated there… before the outbreak of the war.”

Eric can also fly planes, which is a skill he’s used in issues #35 and #36. So that opens up some new possibilities for the Howlers’ stories.

On their home from their mission the Howlers learn that they have a letter waiting for them from Dino, which is a nice touch.

On their mission Eric struggled to fight against a Nazi that was a close friend to him in his youth, like a brother. He chose to throw away his gun and try to capture him alive while his former friend still had his gun and was trying to kill him. Ultimately the former friend was killed by happenstance. At the end of the story Eric confesses his actions to Nick, expecting to be reprimanded, and Nick tells him, “after all, who’s to say that anybody else wouldn’t’a done the same thing? Anybody but a dyed-in-the-wool Nazi, anyhow!” I thought that this was actually a surprising thing for Nick to believe.

What If? (1977) #44 - “What if Captain America Were Revived Today?”

This issue was published in January 1984, according to the Marvel Wiki. It was written by Peter Gillis, penciled by Sal Buscema, and inked by Dave Simons. It was 38 pages.

In the world of this story Steve isn’t found by the Avengers, who eventually dissolve without his leadership, to Rick Jones’ disappointment. He’s found and woken up by chance not until 1984, years before which the Captain America and Bucky of the 50s, William Burnside and Jack Monroe, were themselves woken up and helped lead to U.S.A. into becoming a fascist dystopia.

I haven’t reached the point yet where these characters are introduced in Captain America (1968) and Steve and Bucky’s Golden Age appearances after 1945 were retconned to be successors to their names, but I’m familiar with these characters from their appearances in Ed Brubaker’s Captain America run and understand the general gist that they were frozen because they were mentally unstable and that William, at least, had fascist/reactionary tendencies. And I saw that William Burnside not just took on the name Captain America but Steve’s civilian identity as well in Captain America: Theater of War - America First! (2009) #1, written and drawn by Howard Chaykin. But it’s still shocking to me also see that William and Jack, in private, still address each other as “Steve” and “Bucky.”

In Steve’s address to the nation, he declares, “America is nothing! Without its ideals- its commitment to the freedom of all men, America is a piece of trash!” He says, “And the only reason you’re not less than nothing- is that it’s still possible for you to bring freedom back to America!” This reminded me of the emphasis on hope as a core part of Steve’s worldview in Mark Waid and Chris Samnee’s own story about Steve waking up in dystopic fascist future America in Captain America (2017) #698-700. In that story Steve has to reckon with that hope on its own isn’t enough to succeed, but ultimately concludes that you also can’t win without it.

Captain America: The Medusa Effect (1994)

This 63-page graphic novel was published in January 1994, according to the Marvel Wiki. It was written by Roy Thomas, penciled by Richard Buckler and M.C. Wyman, and inked by Jim Sanders III and Andrew Pepoy.

I really don’t like it when stories are unnecessarily tied to Steve and Bucky’s doomed final mission, as Captain America/Nick Fury: The Otherworld War (2001) #1 this week was, ending with Steve saying their next mission is against Baron Zemo, clearly meant to imply that it’s that mission. This mission was against Baron Zemo but wasn’t yet another portrayal of Steve getting frozen and Bucky’s death, but at one point Zemo had Bucky tied to a soon-to-be-launched rocket, clearly intentionally reminiscent of Bucky dying on an experimental rocket-plane Zemo had booby-trapped.

Throughout this story Roy Thomas uses as a narration tool boxes of text from things such as contemporary travel guides to the locations Steve and Bucky are visiting and documents explaining relevant military strategy. This was more successful was the excerpted text was directly relevant to what was happening in the scene, and distracting when it wasn’t.

Captain America: Theater of War - Operation Zero Point (2008) #1

This 39-page one-shot was published in October 2008, according to the Marvel Wiki. It was written by Charles and Daniel Knauf, drawn by Mitch Breitweiser, and colored by Elizabeth Breitweiser.

I was really intrigued by Steve being portrayed as cynical in this story. He opens the issue thinking, “This whole mission smells like a wild goose chase. Two days ago, I’m hauled off the front lines to meet with some boobocrats from the Office of Strategic Services. They give me the rub on a secret Nazi program in Southern Poland. Seems the Ratzies have licked gravity, the scientist in charge, one Doktor Ernst Fleischer, wants to defect. Says he’ll build us a whole squadron of foo-fighters… Bet old Fleischer’s got a bridge in Brooklyn to sell, too. And the boys in O.S.S. would probably buy two of them.”

The portrayal of Steve’s fighting was also more interesting to me than cheapened ones like in Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes (2005), which claimed Steve never killed anyone during WWII. In this story he uses guns, snaps someone’s neck just off-panel, and blood is shown coming out of his mouth after he’s hit hard.

Captain America/Nick Fury: Blood Truce (1995) #1

This 48-page one-shot was published in February 1995, according to the Marvel Wiki. It was written by Howard Chaykin and Ben Schwartz, penciled by Andrew Currie, and inked by Tom Palmer.

This story was based around the end of the Cold War, taking place “shortly after the collapse of the Berlin Wall,” with Colonel Dimitri Panshin, a “KGB interrogator. Means he tortures for a living,” negotiating for a comfortable life in the United States. As Dum Dum says at the beginning, “We lost guys, you lost guys. That was then- this is now. S.H.I.E.L.D.’s orders are to bring guys like you over to our side before you start workin’ for China, Latveria, or worse- like nothin’ happened- like those guys just faded away.” Frustration over this situation causes a faction of S.H.I.E.L.D. to defect to try to kill Panshin, and also the events of the story make it so that the main S.H.I.E.L.D. has to make a temporary alliance with the villain organization A.I.M.

I actually thought that Steve’s use in this story wasn’t very interesting, with his perspective being limited to, “The United States government wants this man protected. He gets that protection from me.” He does dislike Panshin and expresses that to him throughout the story, but ultimately- despite being a person with strong-held beliefs- Steve doesn’t need to make decisions in this story, he just needs to do his job. Any dislike he has for the situation is trumped by that he follows orders. It was one of the defectors that has the real journey in this book, coming to the realization that it would better to “Let ‘em all rest in peace,” rather than continue trying for revenge, whereas Steve started the story with the ‘correct’ beliefs and doesn’t need to change.

Steve and Nick are of one mind that “money talks- and honor walks,” and Nick is ultimately just doing his job and doesn’t have a character arc either, but I found his position within this story a lot more interesting. Nick is the one that points out that “since you got information we need, and we got stuff you need- you and us are strange bedfellows on this one” and has to do the negotiating with A.I.M. while Steve and Titanium Man, the A.I.M. operative, sit back and are annoyed by the bureaucracy. And both Nick and Steve have to fight S.H.I.E.L.D. agents that have been lied to and told they’re L.M.D.s, but Nick is the one that’s personally affected by that, thinking, “Damn it! I trained that kid! The guy behind this better run inta Cap before I get to him- cuz shootin’ my own boys is one job I’m takin’ out of his hide.” And then, while Nick isn’t the one making the policy decision to take in men like Panshin, he’s not just tasked with executing but with defending it publicly. And the end he’s preparing to go speak at a hearing about the situation. When Steve tells him, “Congress won’t go easy on you,” Nick says, “They got every right. Worst thing is- I agree with them.”

I was also thinking about Natasha while I was reading this story. She originally defected to the United States in the mid-60s, but now because of the sliding timescale worked for the Soviet Union for the entirety of the Cold War and defected after it ended. I suspect that because she defected so early in her publication history there weren’t necessarily many stories reckoning with her killing Americans, and that now people are more interested in her time in the Red Room, where she’s inherently sympathetic because of her young age. Though I know Black Widow (2017) revealed that she was the one who captured Ho Yinsen, the scientist that Tony was trapped with and who helped him in his origin story. But I would be interested in a story like this one where there’s conflict between her and other agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Captain America/Nick Fury: The Otherworld War (2001) #1

This 64-page one-shot was published in August 2001, according to the Marvel Wiki. It was written by Peter Hogan and drawn by Leonardo Manco.

The characterization for the Commandoes in this story was great. And I enjoyed Steve and Bucky’s depictions, too. Highlight scenes for me included when Steve had to leave Bucky behind, because he was injured and couldn’t keep up, and Steve was impressing on Bucky, “I will be back;” when Nick was negotiating help from Clea (Strange), both for how Nick interacted with her and the very realistic conversation amongst the Commandoes afterwards that veered from concern that she was leading them into a trap to concern that she was in danger with them; and when Steve and Nick were discussing their plan with the Ancient One, Izzy complained about them not being told what was going on, and Dino said, “Guys like us, Iz- we’re just here to shoot things, or blow ‘em up… It’s just like Hollywood, man. All we’re supposed to do is follow the script.”

Timely Publications:

the Captain America stories in Captain America Comics (1941) #20 and All-Winners Comics (1941) #6

These 4 stories were published in November 1942, according to the issue cover dates. The stories ranged from 12 to 16 pages.

In “Captain America and the Spawn of the Witch Queen” in Captain America Comics #20, after Steve and Bucky had seen a ghost earlier, the narration describes over a fight: “The two celebrated battlers fight in joyously!- Happy to face something real, something they can fully understand!”

Also noting that at the end of the story, after Captain America and Bucky’s adventure, Captain Duffy complains to Steve and Bucky, “You were out all night! What you two half-wits can find to do in this desert beats me! No excitement!- The same old routine day after day! You guys must be bats!” I thought this was a pretty sensible way to approach Duffy’s perspective.

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12.

'It's worth the money.'

Dan-woo poured enough gold coins into the subspace artifact he brought. At the same time, he gently touched the cross-section of the cracked wall, but the aftermath of the magic action was stiIl there. His hands were tingling.

'Is this really a different species...'

Cha Woo-won was a different guy from the beginning. Dan-woo had no way of knowing how he had broken the fake wall with subspace skill and protective magic, concealment magic, strengthening magic, and so on all at once.

"This works."

However, Cha Woo-won said what Dan -woo had to say.

Looking back at the remaining gold coins, Cha Woo-won felt sorry for him.

"You don't take more?"

"That's enough. If you leave it like that, it will melt."

Ki Hee-yoon would shed tears of blood if he saw that scene.

'It's ugly.'

When Dan-woo laughed, Cha Woo-won looked at him with a puzzled face.

"Do you like melting gold coins?"

Dan-woo stopped laughing because he thought he would look like a crazy person. he said coldly.

"What's wrong?"

"It will cost a lot of money to please you..."

"...?"

What nonsense is this again?

Anyway, they went back down the way they came. Smoke escaped through the already open windows, creating a mess both inside and outside the building.

Only strong Awakeners were running around trying to rectify the situation.

'I can't go outside.'

It will stand out more.

A police car or a fire engine had already arrived, sirens blaring in the distance. Since ancient times, Buddhist scriptures have been a great attraction, so there were many outsiders watching the burning of buildings.

At the same time, Dan-woo and Cha Woo-won, thinking the same thing, went down the stairs. The narrow stair floor was not even a spectacle. It was steaming and the smoke made it difficult to breathe.

Cha Woo-won held the mask.

"Are you sure you need this?"

"Take it off!"

They threw off their masks and flew down.

The stadium, which occupies an entire floor, seemed to have finally grasped the situation. I was sweating to get the audience out.

Dan-woo found Kang Wool-lim imprisoned behind bars.

My heart skipped a beat because he had a slightly dazed expression on his face.

'No.'

Kang Wool-lim did not die.

The grown-up Kang Wool-lim gave the impression of having a sports head and brain filled with muscles, but the 20-year-old Kang Wool-lim was not at that leve

However, since the brain is made up of muscles, he tried to talk even while wearing the magic restraint.

"Ugh..." Dan-woo kindly suggested to Wool-lim Kang, who only made noise.

"If you nod, you will be released."

Kang Wool-lim did just that.

'This bastard promised.'

What about contracts in a weak state of mind... Dan-woo didn't care about the same clause.

Kang Wool-lim was always in a slightly weak state of mind.

How could a person be sane who said that 'training solves any problem'?

However, Wool-lim Kang shouted while pointing his finger.

"Hey, look behind you!"

I couldn't help but look at Lee Dan-woo because I heard a scream. And he found a strange creature he had never seen before.

That monster is...

'What is that?'

At first glance, it looked like a wolf, but it had wings on its back and scales on its hands.

Tring!

(Lycan(?))

He was once an elite soldier of the Lycanthrope clan, but was captured by a human and part of his body was altered He will hate all of the human race that made him this way.

It was a chimera.

A monster created by grafting monsters together.

Dan-woo opened his mouth.

'No...How did you survive?'

Kang Wool-lim survives well in the future and later joins (Cha Woo-won Team). I knew how much he admired Cha Woo-won from listening to him wearily.

Several members of (Team Cha Woo -Won) disliked Dan-woo for various reasons, but the reason Kang Wool-lim hated Dan-woo was clear.

It was because Dan-woo did not show 'respect' to Cha Woo-won.

It was a question as to how Dan-woo could 'respect' a youngster who was put into a team he didn't even want to join, and who wouldn't even let him run away!

How can you do that if you're not crazy?

Of course, Dan-woo was out of his mind back then, too!

Anyway, that was the reason Kang Wool-lim respected Cha Woo-won at the time.

-I didn't know I was being tricked. Rather, he didn't even know what Hunter's mission was. I wasn't thinking about anything, but I saw it one day. What kind of work a real hunter does. Do you know the feeling of a revelation falling from the sky? It's flying in all of a sudden. At dawn, I was driving alone on a foggy road in front of me, and I didn't think it would end, and I didn't think it could. But at some point, I can see the end..…. Someone lit the headlights!

-What are you saying?

-You asked! Why do you respect the leader?

-I know. What does it have to do with that?

-You don't even know the metaphor? How do you explain the meaning of life in one word?

It seems that something like 'the meaning of life' has happened.... After all, isn't that time now?

Because Cha Woo-won had just joined the Cheong-yeon Guild around this time in the past, he must have been receiving admiration and envy!

"Ouch! Move! Get out of the way!"

"How do you manage safety!"

The audience screamed and rushed to the exit, making the area rather dangerous. Dan-woo realized it while looking inside the smoke.

'No way.'

The artifact Dan-woo used was a fire and smoke object, and it was not the kind that caused a real large fire, because it was supposed to stop working if a certain amount of damage was inflicted by touching a few settings.

But that artifact, like all artifacts, is something that works with magic...

The magic restraints of the monsters were also items with skill lines engraved on them and operated based on magic.

The lack of safety equipment management by the facility managers and the incident committed by Dan-woo combined to create a problem with the arrest team.

'...'

Dan-woo shut his mouth. There's no need to explain that it's also his fault, isn't it?

Anyway, there must have been a resident hunter in this gambling house. The probability of being an unregistered Awakener was high, but...

"Hey, look this way!"

The Hunter wearing the equipment used the skill (Provocation).

As a tanker's basic skill, it had the effect of turning off monster's aggression.

The effect was amazing.

Hungry and furious from being locked up for so long, the Chimera swallowed the Hunter in one bite.

Apart from Kang Wool-lim, Cha Woo-won was also overwhelmed and watched.

"How are you? can you run or should I carry him on my back?"

It was Cha Woo-won who came to his senses first. He asked Kang Wool-lim.

Kang Wool-lim answered in a bewildered way.

"Of course I can run...Cha Woo-won..?!"

"Do you know me?"

"How do you not know? We were trainees at the same center!"

"Ah...I think I saw you."

Cha Woo-won pretended to know.

'He doesn't know.'

Dan-woo noticed. Originally, Cha Woo-won did not remember people very well. Shouldn't there be a lot of humans pretending to know to remember?

I don't know if Kang Wool-lim noticed that Dan-woo noticed, but he protested at first.

"You can run, but why are you asking that?"

"Aren't you going to run away? Dan-woo, does our plan include catching it?"

"No, it doesn't."

Dan-woo Lee had no intention of raiding a Chimera of unknown rank with two prospects without any hunter experience.

Cha Woo-won could succeed in such a reckless act. And that Cha Woo-won wasn't a 20-year-old Hunter!

"No! I have to put out the fire!"

Kang Wool-lim said nonsense, so Cha Woo-won and Lee Dan-woo frowned at the same time.

"What?"

"I have to put out the fire here! If I perish here, I have nowhere to go! I have to work here to pay off our debt!" Kang Wool-lim beat his chest in frustration.

The frustrating one was Lee Dan-woo.

"Look, he doesn't even have the brains to commit crimes."

"Uh... But it's rude to say that in front of the person in question. I think you can hear everything. Weren't you going to join the team?"

Cha Woo-won sent a look at him saying, 'Are you really going to embrace such a stupid person?'

Of course, it was Danwoo's interpretation of the gaze, and in reality, 'Are you really okay with him?' It was supposed to be about the that.

"Uh. He's our team's tanker."

"Our tanker will die."

Cha Woo-won drew his sword. Wool-lim Kang picked up the duel shield hanging in the 'stadium' and was running towards the Chimera!

Dan-woo wanted to grab Kang Wool-lim and drag him out, but that guy could never be knocked out with that Rank stat.

[Rank] (S)

Occupation: Guardian

▷Stamina: S

▷Strength: S

▷Horsepower: B

▷Agility: C

▷Luck: C

▷Resistance: A

Dan-woo had seen Kang Wool-lim's body stat table in the past, and this was what I thought at the time.

'A guy like that should be a tanker...'

The body attendance will be higher than Cha Woo-won.

- You can't win in a battle of strength.

It was because Cha Woo-won had said that before.

Anyway, Kang Wool-lim, who was stupid and strong, was running to his death. Cha Woo-won asked Dan-woo.

"What shall we do, Leader?"

Dan-woo closed his mouth for a moment.

In this case, the response of (Team Cha Woo-won) was always decided. (Cha Woo-Won Team) was a raid team that did not require a plan in the first place.

A team made up of more than elite hunters, what tricks do you need?

They solved problems when they were in trouble... ...and saved someone if they were in danger.

The rest of the improvisation followed the leader's orders.

The leader was Cha Woo-won.

That Chow-Won was asking Dan-woo.

Dan-woo licked his lips once with his tongue and asked.

"If I make a gap, can you cut that?"

"How much can you make?"

"Don't know. One second?"

'If that doesn't work, let's knock Kang Wool-lim out and bounce.'

Dan-woo Lee made up his mind.

Cha Woo-won, who did not know what he was thinking, answered without hesitation.

"Yes."

If Kang Wool-lim was focused on raiding, Lee Dan-woo would be able to knock him

out even from behind.

Anyway, Wool-lim Kang was pulling the Chimera's aggression right away.

Lee Dan-woo clenched his teeth and grabbed the Chimera's back. And he ran along the back. He seemed to be running on the plain, not out of balance in the process.

Of course, Dan-woo Lee seemed like he would fall and die if he lost his mind even a little.

Cursing Kang Wool-lim inside, he drew out his sword.

"...!"

Dan-woo Lee's sword plunged into the chimera's neck.

___________

Note:

Hello :>

Some parts were kind of hard to understand!!

Especially this part:

'The body attendance will be higher than Cha Woo-won.'

Like, I think I understand something from this sentence but at the same time there are just question marks in my head.

(I think it means something related to someone's level/rank but idk... and I didn't find something definitive I could understand so yeah....)

A big sigh for that; thank you.

Bye :>

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Okay! Here it is! The eagerly awaited Dragon Rancher Jack!!!

I currently have no plans to turn this into a real series, or a multi chapter thing. HOWEVER... If you guys have questions about this ‘verse... I have a lot of headcanons and a lot more that I’ve thought of that didn’t fit in this one shot. So. Feel free to ask!

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, flirty cowboy, DRAGONS. Mention of blood, mention of injury, vague medical stuff (mention of stitches).

Word count: 3.7k

Jack Daniels x f!reader

The pitiful sounds caught your attention first, and you paused mid-way through getting out of your car. It reminded you a bit of a whimpering dog, something in pain. 

"Where are you?" You murmured, shutting up your car and starting to look around. The street was quiet - it was your day off, and it was after the morning rush. So there were no nosy neighbors around to watch as you started investigating the bushes. 

A hiss caught your attention, and you crouched down. You kind of expected a cat, to be honest. 

You did not expect jewel-bright emerald eyes, too big for a cat, set in a reptilian head. You gasped and fell back on your butt, staring. 

There was a dragon hiding under your rose bush. 

"Well hi there," you breathed. "What are you doing here, sweetie?" You carefully folded your hands in your lap. 

The dragon hissed at you again, back arching to make itself look bigger. But it hugged its wings close to its body. It was still entirely brown and gray, designed to blend in. Which worked great in the scrub hills in the area where wild dragons nested. It worked less great in your rose bush. 

"Easy," you murmured to the little one. And it was little. Everything you'd read about dragons said that they were about 50 pounds when they hatched, a little smaller than the average house dog. This one was a bit bigger than that, but still nowhere near adult size. Its horns were still tiny little stubs, too. 

It hissed at you again, shuffling its feet around. It didn't actually back away, but it did sidestep. 

Which was when you noticed that a bit of soil looked darker, wet. A quick visual search of the dragon showed a dark smear, and your heart slammed into overtime. 

"Oh sweetie," you breathed. "Are you hurt? Is that why you're so freaked out?" 

The dragon, of course, did not reply. It merely settled, crouching over all four legs not unlike a cat, tail whipping the ground behind it. It didn't seem bothered by the thorns on the rose bush, at least. And you doubted it would do you any good to try to drag the little guy out. So you left it there while you pulled out your phone. 

It took a few minutes of research to find an actual reputable dragon rescue. They weren't exactly common, especially not in the city where there was less space. But you did find one, a solid 45 minute drive away from you. 

Statesman Ranch, for retired and rescued dragons. 

Further investigation showed that they were an education facility (with absolutely rave reviews from various teachers in the city) as well as a registered rescue. And they accepted drop offs. 

While you had been researching, the dragon had crept closer to you, nose extended curiously to sniff you. You were careful to make no sudden movements. You needed the little one to trust you enough to get into your car, after all. 

"Okay," you murmured. "You're definitely hurt. I'm gonna take you to some people who know how to help you. Please cooperate with me on this, buddy." You slowly, very slowly, moved your hand down to the ground. The youngster sniffed your hand thoroughly before inching closer. It let you pat its head, which then presented you with the next question. 

How the hell were you going to get it in your car?

As it turned out, the little dragon was very curious about the chocolates you had in your purse, and you sacrificed a couple to the cause. The first one was snatched out of your hand so fast you swore your head spun, leaving the dragon nearly in your lap and eagerly searching for more. Two more chocolates were required to get the dragon into the back of your car, and you were quick to start driving. 

The dragon did not like music. Or at least not the music you'd had on. It growled and hissed and, at one point, practically howled until you found a genre it liked. Then it settled, some. 

Until it decided it didn't want to be in the back seat, it wanted to be in the front seat. 

Those paws may have been relatively small, but your car discovered those claws were still sharp, and strong. The back seats would need to be completely reupholstered to be salvageable, and you grimaced at the mere thought. But eventually the dragon settled in the passenger seat, staring out the windshield with you. It was actually pretty well behaved, much to your amazement. Much less destruction (apart from your seats) than you had feared. 

But the drive did take nearly an hour, and by the time you got to the ranch, you were not exactly regretting your decision, but you were wondering if it was really worth all this. Maybe you should have just called for someone to come pick the little one up? 

But eventually you pulled down the drive and stopped in front of a building. It wasn't huge, more like a ranger station than a house or a shelter, which made sense. Most dragons would be too big to fit into a building. You parked, turned off the car, and then paused. Uh. Hm. What now? 

What now was someone walking out of the building to greet you, black cowboy hat tipped back a bit on his head. He was wearing black jeans, boots, and a plain white t-shirt. And he looked damn good in it. 

What? No. Dragon first, pretty guy later. 

You got out of your car, careful to keep the little one trapped inside, as the man walked down the two steps and over to you. He really was handsome; brown hair styled back away from his face, moustache, sparkling brown eyes… hmmm. Very handsome indeed. 

"Hi there," he greeted, stopping a couple feet away from you. "Something I can help you with, miss?"

"I, uh, found a baby dragon," you told him, motioning back at your car. "I think it's hurt. No parents around, and I'm in a residential zone."

His gaze slid past you to the car, and for a moment you felt disappointed about that. "Well, let's see what we've got here." 

You scrambled around the car after him as he strode forward, opening the passenger door. The little dragon hissed at him. 

"I know," the man soothed, holding out a hand. "That's it, take a good whiff. That's the way." His other hand reached out and, quick as a wink, he had the dragon's snout secured closed with one hand and the body held firmly against him with the other arm. The baby squealed. 

"Is he…?" You trailed off, not entirely certain how to ask. 

"Injured wing," the man told you, starting to walk back to the building. You followed. "Definitely needs some stitches and stabilization. Where did you say you found this little 'un?"

"In my rose bush." You watched as the man expertly handled the dragon, getting inside and onto an exam table. 

"Well, that's one way to get the attention of a pretty lady," he murmured for the dragon. You couldn't help but smile. "Well now, let's see what we can do." 

He didn't shoo you out of the room, and in fact asked if you minded helping. You didn't, not at all, and watched with fascination as he applied a local anesthetic before stitching the wing closed with delicate looking thread. 

"It'll dissolve on its own," he told you, barely glancing up from his work. "Easier for the little guy that way." 

"And the splint?" You held it in place as he secured it, fingers quick and sure and, the one time he brushed your skin, warm. 

"That'll be easy to take off, assuming he doesn't just chew it off himself." He chuckled and released the baby. "There ya go, little guy."

The baby dragon puffed out a breath and waddled over to stick his snout under your arm, clearly hiding from any further indignities. You chuckled and gently smoothed a hand down his back. 

"I'm sorry, little one," you murmured, completely enamored already. "I know that must not have been fun, but it'll help you, I promise." You hesitated for a moment before gently scratching behind the dragon's head, kind of where ears would be on a cat. You were rewarded with a pleased rumbling, not unlike purring. 

And you practically melted. 

When you looked up from the dragon, the caretaker was smiling, soft and pleased. "I take it you like dragons?"

You couldn't help a slightly embarrassed chuckle. "That's putting it mildly. I always wanted to get close to dragons, work with them maybe, but…" You trailed off and shrugged. 

"Wanna help me get this one settled in his temporary home?" 

You immediately brightened, and he chuckled. "Here, let me get the little guy." 

Except when he went to pick up the dragon, the baby grumbled and shoved himself into your belly. You laughed and scratched under his chin. 

"I can get him."

"He's heavy," the caretaker warned. 

"It's okay." You scooped up the baby, taking a moment to juggle him around until you could hold him more or less comfortably. The baby seemed perfectly content to let you manhandle him. 

"This way, then." The caretaker was grinning at the two of you as he led the way out and through a back door this time. Now you could see the property stretched far beyond what you had seen from your car. 

"Wow," you murmured, pausing to just look. Most of the property was open, presumably to make it easier for the dragons to move around. You could see one actual enclosure in the distance, a mesh dome rising high into the air, the enclosure far bigger than anything else on the property.

And then you had to hurry to catch up to the caretaker as he opened a door (double wide, you noted) into a building. Inside was also extra wide - it must have been specially constructed for the dragons. There were a few doors down the hallway, rather like barn doors. They were also extra wide, and were split horizontally to have a top and bottom opening. Only one had the top section open, and a quick peek inside showed a dragon about double the baby's size, mottled brown and blue. That dragon hissed at you. 

"Don't mind her, she's shedding," the caretaker told you without looking back. "She's a bit grumpy."

You chuckled and shook your head, following him into a stall at the end of the building. It was warm and dry, with old towels strewn across the floor and a couple pillows in a corner. 

"He can stay here while he heals up," the caretaker told you. "I'll bring in a couple things to help make him more comfortable, but he'll be fine here." 

"Thank you." You set the baby down, and he started sniffing around, investigating everything. "I'm so sorry, I don't think I caught your name."

He smiled at you, brown eyes warm, and held out a hand. "Jack Daniels, ma'am."

You shook his hand and gave him your own name. Okay, you were maybe a little enamored with him, too. 

"If you want, I can show you around," he offered, his moustache twitching with his smile. "Don't have any school groups today, so I've got the time."

This was not how you'd planned to use your day off. You had chores to do. Errands to run. Responsible adult things to do. 

But…

Hell with it. When would you get another opportunity like this?

So you smiled at him, wide and honest. "I would love that," you agreed. 

His answering smile was very pleased, and he held out a hand to you. "This way, darlin'."

You took his hand, feeling a little warm, and he shut the baby dragon in the room to settle in. Then he led you back down the hallway and outside. 

"Now, if you haven't seen an adult up close before, they can get pretty big," he told you. "Don't be alarmed. They're used to the school groups and the kids - they won't hurt you."

"Okay," you agreed, your heart starting to beat faster with anticipation. 

You saw the dragons pretty quickly, spread out around the property. As you two approached, a big one the color of oak picked his head up from where he'd been laying. Bright eyes surveyed the two of you before he got to his feet and stretched his front legs out in front of him, like a cat but much, much bigger. 

The ground shook, just a little, as the dragon went from stretching to trotting over to you. 

"Tequila," Jack called. "Hey. Behave yourself."

The dragon didn't even slow down until he was towering over the two of you. Then he stopped and lowered his head to sniff you. 

He was enormous. His head was longer than you. His eyes were jewel bright, like topaz, but intelligent. He sniffed you, gently but thoroughly, and then blew hot air in your face. You laughed. 

"Well hi there," you breathed, grinning so wide it hurt your cheeks. You didn't even notice when Jack let go of you and stepped back to watch. "Aren't you handsome? Can I…? I'm sorry, I don't know if there's etiquette, but I'd really like to touch you." You lifted one hand, fingers trembling a little from a combination of nerves and excitement. 

The dragon shoved his head into your hand, like a dog might. If the dog was absolutely enormous and scaled. In fact, he nearly knocked you over, and Jack yelled, "Hey!" 

But you just giggled and rubbed your hand over the dragon's cheek. The scales were not soft, but smoother than you expected. And the color was mesmerizing, shifting a little in the light. Experimentally, you scratched at the ridges above his eye, and he laid down to give you better access. 

"Better be careful," Jack warned, though he was grinning. "Keep that up and he might try to follow you home."

You laughed. "I don't think he'd fit in my yard." You moved to the side, trailing your fingers from his eye ridge up to the base of one horn, and then along his neck. His shoulder was out of reach, so you ended up patting his side. 

"You're really not scared at all." The observation was quiet and a little bit awed. 

"I'm not. Why would I be?" You positively beamed as you took two steps back to get a better look. "I mean, look at him. He's amazing."

Jack chuckled softly, stepping up next to you. "Most people are afraid, even if only a little," he pointed out. 

You smiled, eagerly drinking in the details of the dragon in front of you. "I'm sure I would be if faced with a wild dragon, but not this guy." 

Jack chuckled and nodded to the side. "More incoming," he warned you, sounding amused. 

You turned to look and gaped a bit. Another dragon, even larger than Tequila, was lumbering over, taking his time. He was absolutely huge and the color of storm clouds - you could just see shimmers of silver in his scales. He had to be the biggest creature you'd ever seen. 

"That's Champ," Jack told you easily. "He's a gentle old giant. Likes to let the kids climb on him. And behind him is Ginger - she's too smart for my good."

You blinked and it took you a moment to spot Ginger - she was smaller, perhaps half of Champ's size, and a beautiful russet color. She had a line of ridges down her back, not unlike spines. A defensive mechanism, maybe. 

Tequila growled a little when Champ approached but slunk off further away, though he didn't go far. He stopped and crouched there, clearly just waiting his turn again even as Champ stopped in front of you. You had to crane your neck to look at him. 

"Wow," you breathed. "You are huge. I didn't know dragons could get this big."

He rumbled and lowered his head to nudge you very gently. You beamed and very gently ran your fingers over the scales above his nose. He snorted at you and slowly settled all the way to the ground, resting his head next to you. Awed, you scratched his eye ridges, then up to his horns, around the hinge of his jaw. 

"Wait, can I see your teeth? Is that rude to ask? How much do you understand?" You looked into one deep cerulean eye, which blinked languidly at you. 

"It's not rude since you're asking, and he understands a lot more than you think," Jack drawled from behind you. "They all do, the adults anyway. The young'uns are still learning."

You turned to look at Jack and had to clamp a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing. Ginger had curled around him like a cat with a favored toy, one clawed paw lightly trapping him in place. He had the long-suffering look of someone who was used to this. 

"Sorry," you squeaked, still trying hard not to laugh. And rather failing. 

"'s fine," he grumbled, though he patted Ginger's snout. "Not like this is new."

You gave in and giggled, shoulders shaking with mirth. Champ rumbled and nudged you with his nose, very gently. 

"Yes, right, teeth," you said, refocusing on him. 

He obligingly opened his mouth slowly. You did not lean in to investigate. His teeth resembled a canine's more closely than anything else, with long incisors and shorter but still sharp teeth, presumably for ripping. 

"Thank you," you told him when you were done investigating. "Do you mind if I go check out your wings?"

He rumbled again and a moment later one massive wing partially unfurled, giving you a better look at the joints and the membranous skin that made up the actual wings. You scrambled over to get a better look, reaching one hand up to trace delicate fingers along his wing. 

His wing had no scales, like with all dragons, which made the wings more vulnerable. As you'd seen with the baby. But somehow these were still powerful enough to not only lift the dragon, but passengers or freight, too. In the last fifty years alone, the number of dragons trained for freight services had at least doubled. 

"You're not gonna hurt him," Jack called from where he was still trapped, making you jump. 

"Oh, I didn't think so," you admitted, blinking yourself back to the present. "I just… he's so magnificent." You laughed a little, slightly self-deprecating. "I never thought I'd be able to do this." 

Jack smiled slowly, something pleased but also planning. "I bet I know something else you never thought you'd get to do." He turned to Ginger and started talking to her, too quietly for you to hear. She huffed but laid on her side, freeing him to walk over to you. He patted Champ's flank twice. "C'mere."

You blinked but obeyed, too curious to be wary. Jack grinned and linked his hands together, holding them out. 

Like a stirrup. 

"What?" You blinked at him, caught off guard. 

"Up you go." Jack nodded to his hands. "Promise we won't go far. And you won't hurt the old man."

"Are you sure it's fine?" You fussed, shifting your weight and tangling your fingers in your shirt nervously. 

"I'm absolutely sure. Now get up there before I ask Ginger to help you." He winked at you, and you finally relaxed and set one foot in his linked hands. He gave you a boost, and you scrambled up the dragon's side. Jack followed you up, sitting behind you. "Let's just go for a nice walk about the yard, old man." 

The dragon grumbled, the sound rumbling through you, but got to his feet easily. You gasped, reaching for something to hold onto, and Jack's hands caught yours. 

"Easy, darlin'," he murmured in your ear. "I've got you." 

You smiled and squeezed his hands. "Thank you." 

"My pleasure." He squeezed your hands in return and held on to you as Champ lumbered around the property. 

The view was incredible, much further up off the ground than you were used to. You slowly relaxed, leaning back into Jack and looking around with wide eyes. This was incredible. 

And he was right - you had never thought you'd get to do this. 

Champ stopped again back where he had started, laying down again. Jack slid down first and then held out his hands for you, helping you down. 

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so wide when you looked at him. "That was amazing," you murmured. "Thank you."

He smiled at you. "Of course, darlin'. You know… if you ever wanted to come back… I can always use help around here. And some company." 

"Yeah?" You licked your lips, shuffling a little closer. 

"Mmhm." He smiled and cupped your cheek gently. "Especially wouldn't mind the lovely company," he confided, his voice dropping to a low purr, making you shiver. 

"Well then, guess I'll be coming out here on my next day off," you agreed, feeling a little giddy. 

"And in the meantime…" Jack smiles, his thumb brushing over the apple of your cheek. "I know it's gettin' late, but can I interest you in some coffee?" 

"I would love that." 

"This way. Lemme show you around." Jack offered you his hand. 

You had a moment where you could imagine what would happen. You'd take his hand. He'd make coffee for the two of you. You'd talk. You'd go home tonight, unfortunately, and come back on your next day off. And the next day off after that. And maybe, eventually, if you were lucky and you were reading him right… maybe you'd get to kiss him. 

You smiled. And took his hand.

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I love your blog, and I love apes and monkeys! And I have to say that, beyond just the ethical issues (which are a dealbreaker entirely on their own), I think primates acting funny in a natural environment is just, like, inherently funnier? It’s just a lot more fun to see primates acting like primates, than the humour being that they are acting like humans, or interacting with humans (unless they are humans I guess gsggshdhd).

Do you have any more funny ape stories? I love those so much they are so funny with their WANTS and WILLS

Agreed! They are so funny in their own right!

Ape wants and wills.. hm. As far as first hand experience I can only speak about chimpanzees and whoo boy are they a particular bunch of kiddos.

We regularly gave the chimps blankets for nest building and one chimp made his nest every night in the drain of the enclosure, where the water runs off when we hose the indoor. So his blankets got wet every day and we had to replace them everyday.

And I've mentioned trading before so with a dry blanket, I can point at it and show my reward and the chimps would usually slide the blanket over to me. Sometimes one of the females would suddenly decide she wanted that blanket that was sitting in the dirt so she sometimes refused trades and that's her right. But I could never, ever get them to touch a wet blanket. They hated it even for 2 whole bananas they wouldn't do it. They would play dumb as if they didn't see what I pointed at and would bring me anything else around in an effort to get the reward. Wet blankies are icky!!

One of the female chimps would "dance" to music, she really liked a distinct bass and would rock side to side to the beat. The first few times I saw this I was worried about it being a stress behavior but she stopped whenever I would stop the music.

I've mentioned it elsewhere but every morning when I did first checks, the chimps all wanted to play chase. If I didn't do this, they would get very upset with me.

The matriarch of one of the troupes I worked with was older (59!!) And she she was slowing down and not as mobile as the youngsters so I had to be sneaky and get her extra treats and supplements because she sometimes would get her produce stolen from her. It was fun to sneak around with her bc we would make eye contact, look around to see if any of the other chimps are paying attention, I would flash what I had to give her and we had a spot we would meet where it was easy for me to shove the sandwich or whatever it was through the mesh at a spot where she could easily reach it.

The alpha male of that group was very fast and dare I say, selfish. It's not unusual for the alpha to want all the good stuff to himself but this guy would straight up steal from the elderly lady mentioned above. I always had to bring 2 extras of anything good because if his hands weren't full, he was charging to steal from the matriarch.

Occasionally, though, she would get mad at him for stealing something good and she would cryyyy so loud you could hear it a half mile away at produce storage. She'd swipe at him and yell and get mad and huff away and he would usually approach her later for grooms or other bonding.

A different female chimp had kinda bad hand eye coordination. To feed these guys, the paneling on the roof was wide enough for them to stick an arm out and we would toss up produce or enrichment and they could grab it from the air. Well, she wasn't good at catching and I'm not the best arm so sometimes I would have to toss the same apple or whatever a handful of times before she caught it and when she finally did, she would shake her fist at me and try to fake me out as if she was going to hurl the apple right at my head.

My groups absolutely loved vidoes. I even brought my own tablet from home so they could watch on a bigger screen. Anything with people or animals and especially other chimps were a huge hit and my go-to rainy day enrichment.

One of my groups was extremely difficult to get locked inside to clean the yard. They were super suspicious and wouldn't hang out inside if I was there, regardless of the treats I brought. But, like most chimps, they hated rain. So any day there was a big storm that group would be easily locked in and I had to do all my cleaning and maintenance in that habit in pouring rain. Thanks, guys.

[marvel-fanfic-writer-8675]

The Jungle Unknown Part Two

*This is a soulmate AU*

Pairing: Steve x Bucky x reader

Warnings: cursing, flirting, little implied smut,

Summary of the series: You are a close scientist friend of Bruce’s so when the team needs help from someone with her expertise, they call in the best, you! But what happens when you find the 2 people you’ve been looking for your whole life?

part-one

You woke up at 5am, got a quick shower, threw on some workout clothing and got ready. You were in the gym at 5:45 waiting for the guys to meet you there.

They arrived promptly at 6:00am right on time, though looking a little groggy, wishing they were asleep. “Tired Bucky? I guess an old guy like you does need more sleep than us youngsters.” You teased. “Not all of us can be this cheery, this early doll” he spat out grumpily. You roll your eyes with a smirk on your face. “Alright, first off is the easy bit, I only have 2 weeks to whip you two into shape for this mission, both physically and mentally, so what normally would take a year for basics, we have 2 weeks. So you both are going to do a baseline test so I can see what I can skip over, and what I need to desperately teach.” “Sounds like a plan!” Steve agrees. “First is the physical test, this probably won’t be too hard for you two but it’s still important. FRIDAY please initiate the Jungle terrain only program I made. Here put these packs on and we are going to go through this together.” FRIDAY initiated the program and you three were suddenly in a sort of virtual reality world. “Wait what are the packs for, and why are you doing it with us?” Steve questioned. “The packs are to simulate the bags we will be carrying with supplies on our journey and I’m doing it with you because I’m not going to make you do anything I wouldn’t” you responded. “Plus it’s good practice.” You shrugged.

After walking and running through the course, all 3 of you were tired, you probably a little more, after all you weren’t a super soldier. The program ended and you congratulated the two soldiers on a job well done, “well, that will make it easier for me, I just need to prep you guys for the mental part and not any endurance or strength stuff.” “Oh, doll if you want to see my endurance and strength, you should’ve just asked, I have a much better way to show you.” Bucky teased you with a wink, getting you back for this morning, now that he was wide awake. Both you and Steve laughed along with him, you could tell you would all be good friends.

The three of you decided to order pizza as you didn’t want to cook or go out anywhere. Sadly the pizza would take 20 minutes to get there. “So Y/N what exactly do the mental tests have on it?” Steve asks as you pick out a movie to watch while you eat and wait for the pizza. “ Well it has what plants and animals are poisonous, and what you can or can’t eat. It also has survival skills and Boy Scout type of things, but with a little more depth.” Bucky was about to make some snide remark but was stopped by Y/N squealing. “Look they have Y/F/M on here! And by the look on your faces you haven’t seen it so we are watching it end of discussion.” The two men chuckle and agree to watch the movie. The pizza comes and they eat it and finish the movie.

After the movie finished you three went back to training. You gave the guys a mental test, which mushrooms would kill you and which was a tasty snack, how to tell if a snake was poisonous. The tests also included important skills like making fires. The guys did decent enough but not well enough to survive Satan’s Hell. You spent the rest of the day relaxing, and told them you would begin the real training tomorrow.

You decided to make dinner for the whole team, letting the guys help was probably a bad idea. “What does this do?” “Back in my day…” “Ahhh doll the microwave is yellin’ at me again!” Eventually you had a pretty good looking lasagna with garlic bread and salad. The team came when they smelt the delicious food and were all super excited to eat it.

Dinner was full of funny stories and talks of how everyone’s day went. “So, which was harder Barnes, basic training or today’s hell ?” Natasha jokingly questioned to Bucky. “So far, basic training, but that was because today was just tests to see what we already knew.” “Which was about 60% I must say, not bad for the first day” you say letting the mens’ egos grow. “The real stuff starts tomorrow, the hard stuff.” “Well good luck with that” Bruce scoffed “ I’ve seen what kinda stuff you do on the job, I went on one once, never again.” Everyone stared in shock that Bruce of all people had gone on one before. “Care to elaborate maybe!” Tony surprised said. “It was before, you know, the incident, and I went on an easy one, as a favor to Y/N because she needed my expertise, I hated it and I will never ever go on one again.” Everyone laughed and continued on with the conversation. After dinner everyone cleaned up and went to get ready to sleep.

You hadn’t told Steve or Bucky what time to be up tomorrow so they knocked on your door to ask, when you didn’t answer they assumed the worst and wanted to check on you, so they opened the door to see. You had just gotten out of the shower so you hadn’t heard the knocks. The two men had just walked in when you walked out of the bathroom in just a towel as you’d left your clothes in the main bedroom area. They both started to apologize profusely when something caught Steve and Bucky’s eyes. Your two soul marks. They were normally out of view but with just the towel on they were in plain view. “Doll, are those your soulmate marks?” Bucky shyly questioned. “Yeah, why…….” You suspiciously questioned. “They, kinda match ours” Steve replied as they both took of their shirts and showed you their soul marks. They matched. You three were soulmates. This might make the trek and the preparation better or worse, only time will tell.

AN: Chapter 2 complete!! I hope you guys like this! No it’s not the end, there are more chapters to come! Will they survive the jungle, maybe, only I know, for now……..muhahahaha

[mardibum]

It took you long enough

Chapter I: A fresh start

Relationships: Quicksilver x fem!reader  —   Warren Worthington III x fem!reader

Warning: angst but nothing else (things will get smutty at some point, but not in this chapter)

Summary: The story takes place in 2022, in an AU similar to our world, so there are no mutant powers. Reader is a french girl entering our heroes university (kind of similar to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters). She will meet characters from the X-Men Universe, making friends, meeting boys, finding her way in this life. I don’t want to spoil anything but there will be a love triangle, a very slow burn and some smutty stuff towards the end. Just remember that I’m a Maximoff girl ;)

Author’s notes: This is my first time posting a fanfic omg!! I am french (like the reader, yes), so I’m really sorry if there are mistakes. Don’t hesitate to tell me, I would be happy to correct things! Tell me if you like the story, I will be updating the following chapter very soon 

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Entering this new school was quite a challenge for you, but after all, maybe it was what you needed. You left France to start studying in the US, near New York, after a hard breakup. You needed a fresh start, new people to meet, a whole new world to discover. This university had a great reputation and with your grades in France, you had had no difficulties to integrate their program. Before leaving France, you had been very eager to go; but since you arrived, you were starting to feel very stressed. What if you had made a terrible mistake? What if you could not make new friends? 

You were there for just two days and already regretting it. You spent the first two nights at a hotel, waiting for the welcoming week at your new school. You were told that a lot of activities and parties would take place during this time. You felt anguished at the idea of meeting new people, even though you came here for this exact purpose. Maybe it was not too late to come back to France and reintegrate your old school. 

You were supposed to finish your Master Degree in mathematics there since you had already studied for four years in France. The dean had made a speech for you, newcomers. It was a bald man in a wheelchair named Charles Xavier, who seemed quite nice. There were very few new students with you at this presentation, since it was just for people integrating a master degree from another school, like yourself. You had watched the other people around you, but did not get the nerve to talk to any of them, anxiety and shyness washing over you.

As you got out of the classroom where the presentation took place, you remained standing in the beautiful wooden hall with your two suitcases, people swarming around you. You were told by the dean that students were supposed to show you the building and that you got to present yourself to more meetings during the week. But, something felt quite off, like you did not really belong there and it was starting to make you feel very anxious. You were starting to plan your escape when a girl wearing a very colorful outfit came right to your direction to greet you:

“Hey! You’re one of the new students right? I don’t think I have seen you before! My name’s Jubilation Lee, but you can call me Jubilee.”

She was shaking your hand quite vigorously, a big smile on her face, obviously waiting for you to introduce yourself.

“Oh! Hi, my name is Y/N YL/N. And yeah, I’m new here” you said sheepishly.

“ Oh my god, she said. Are you french?? Oh my god, your accent is sooooo cute! You’re going to make a lot of people fall for you, I’m sure!  I’m already thinking about people I could introduce you to! Do you prefer girls or guys? Or both? Or none?”

“ Oh thank you, but I’m really not ready for that right now” you said, feeling embarrassed. “ I just got out of a pretty serious relationship, so I think I’m going to stay away from boys for the moment.”

“ Oh, I’m really sorry sweetie…” she said, and you were sure she meant it. Maybe finding a friend might not be so difficult after all. “But you know, some times, the best way to forget about a guy is to fuck another guy. And I have a bunch to introduce you to” she added, winking at you.

You felt your cheeks warming at her words. You were definitely not ready to “fuck another guy”, but at least this girl was quite nice and fun. And it could not hurt to meet new people.

“Ok” she said, “I am supposed to show you the different classes, offices, libraries, cafeterias, etc. We are going to do that quickly so that I can bring you to your room and then we will go to the welcoming party in the park and you will tell me everything about you!” Her speech flow was very quick, so was her path inside the building. She really was something and you liked her energy. She was showing you every room of this amazing building. Even for a French girl like you, it was quite astonishing. Everything was stone and wood. Your school in France was very different, you had not had the chance to go to a very prestigious university there. 

While she showed you the cafeteria, she asked you if you cooked. “Yes, I do. Quite a lot actually” you answered, a light smile on your lips. “Oh my god!” she said, “you’ll have to cook for us! Peter is going to love you, he is such an ogre!”. You had no idea who this Peter guy was, but you were happy to know that your cooking skills could be useful here.

“You’ll see, we have the cafeteria but we also have a huge kitchen at the end of the building, near the dorms. I hope you’re going to make us some delicious french meals, I can't wait!!”

You laughed at her reaction and that’s when you saw him. One of the most handsome guys you had ever seen. Oh god, you were so fucked. He was standing 10 feet away from you in the hallway, talking with a very beautiful dark haired girl. You felt a pinch of jealousy in your heart when you saw them laughing together, even though you did not know who that guy was. Jubilee must have seen you gazing at him because she grabbed your arm, turned you to her, a big smile on her face and whispered quite loudly : “Oh my god! You already have a crush! I must introduce you to him!! That is the perfect guy to forget your stupid ex with!”

You tried to escape, feeling more panicked by the second, while she was pushing you towards the guy and his friend. Noticing you and Jubilee, they watched you quizzically as you were battling with her. Jubilee did not let you run away and still pushing you, greeted them, a big smile on her face : “Hey guys! What’s up? I need to introduce you to Y/N, she is from France and she will study here from now on!”

The pretty girl smiled at you and reached your hand to shake it “Hi Y/N, I’m Rebecca!”. You shook her hand and answered to her shyly: “Nice to meet you.” Your gaze automatically switched its direction and got caught in the boy’s eyes. He was so fucking handsome, you felt your cheeks immediately burn as his eyes bore into yours. He, too, grabbed your hand to shake it. His hand was big and soft and as he studied your face and smiled, you heard his beautiful voice say to you : “Hi Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Warren.”

[bimsha]

How They Propose You

Sano Manjiro /Mikey:

When Mikey took you to a grand restaurant instead of your usual street filled with street food, you were suspicious. You knew something must be up, but with Mikey, you never realized until it was the last minute. But the whole thing was fancy for both of you. Your eyes kept darting around all the beautifully dressed customers and the elegant waiters taking orders and rushing around. When the dessert came, you had let go of all your initial suspicions. The dessert was so good that you cleared the plate in mere seconds ignoring the very existence of your boyfriend. You looked up at him to compliment him for the grand dinner when you noticed the horrified expression of the blonde.

“Y/n, you ate the whole thing?”

“Yeah?” You answered, frowning. What’s the big deal?

“Oh my god” He said, now looking petrified for some reason. That expression was a first. He got up from his seat and rounded the table to get a clear look at your plate. At this point, you were being embarrassed. He crouched next to you, looking worried. “Do you feel weird or sick? Do you want to throw up? Should we go to a hospital?”

You sighed, "Mikey." You leaned closer to his ear so that the high class people wouldn't hear your beautiful language. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Y/n” He whispered back, “There was a ring in the dessert. I asked the waiter to put it in there.”

Your eyes widened in horror. “What?” You blurted out. You could care less about manners now. “You fed me a ring? Wait, I didn’t even know? I didn’t feel any different?”

“I was trying to propose!” Mikey countered, looking awfully sad. “I didn’t know you’d eat the ring too”

They had drawn a lot of attention. “Well, if there was a ring I should’ve felt it. I didn’t. Maybe it wasn’t there?” After a beat of silence you added, “Right?” But a corner of your mind was telling you there's actually a chance. You were a sucker for all those chocolate desserts. But a ring? No way… right?

Now you both were looking at each other with hopeless expressions thinking maybe Mikey would’ve killed you in the process of propsing and the murmurs were growing loud around you when a waiter walked in. They stopped right by their table, “Sir, I’m here to apologize. Our chef has mistakenly and forgot to put the ring on your dessert” He handed a surprised Mikey the ring, bowing deeply.

“Oh my god” Mikey sighed in relief, “I didn’t kill my girlfriend trying to propose her”

You sighed in relief, “I didn’t eat that thing. Thank god” When you started laughing, finding the whole thing funny, Mikey actually knelt on one knee. The whole restaurant was silent as he asked,

“Y/n, the love of my life, do you want to marry me?”

“Say yes” One of the guys screamed, “He didn’t feed you the ring. That man is worth it”

You flushed but offered your hand with a matching smile, “This is the best proposal ever”

Mikey rolled his eyes. “There goes my romantic dinner and proposal. But A for trying.”

You couldn’t tell anything otherwise else, because he deserved an A for trying.

Kazutora Hanemiya:

It was a cold winter morning and your boyfriend Kazu asked you to come to the park for an emergency. And there you were, rubbing your hands together trying to get rid of the coldness while waiting for your boyfriend to give him a good ass kicking for leaving you in the snow. You waited for a while, and instead of Kazutora, a little boy around seven appeared from the entrance and ran straight towards you. Something glistened in his hands. Then, he frowned, looking at you from head to toe. That’s when you realize he was actually holding onto a ring. Where did he get that? “Miss, would you like to marry me?” The youngster asked with so much determination that you almost laughed.

You were about to answer, when a familiar figure ran up to them. Kazutora didn’t pay any attention that you were there. He launched at the boy, trying to get the ring in his hand. “You little prick, I told you not to touch that! And she’s my girlfriend, back off”

You stared at them as they wrestled in the snow. Kazutora caught the little guy in a headlock and fished the ring out of his hands. “Got it!” He cheered.

“Uh Kazu? What’s going on here?”

He looked at you with an exasperated sigh. “This brat ruined everything. I had something to ask you.” He looked flustered, “But he stole-” He groaned, “Go back home.” He said to the boy. “I swear I’m going to buy you that whatever the shit you like”

The boy looked uncertain for a moment. He reached out his pinky, “Promise?”

Kazutora sighed, and sent the boy off. He stood up and dusted off the snow from his pants. You waited patiently when he went, “That’s my little cousin. He thought it would be funny to propose you.”

You laughed, “And why is that?”

Kazutora shrugged, fidgeting with the ring and looking at you. “Because I may or may not have been staring at your photo and practicing everything” He averted his gaze, abashed. “I had this all planned out. I’m going to ruin that brat!”

You shrugged, “I don’t know. I’m still here”

He looked at you earnestly and took a step close. “We’ve been through a lot together. I may not have been the best boyfriend to you but I really love you Y/N. I can’t imagine a life without you. Want to share your life with me for the rest of our lives?”

You offered your hand as a tear slipped down your cheek. “Of course” He slipped the ring to your finger with his own eyes sparkling with tears. You scowled.

“You’re not the one who’s supposed to cry!”

He grinned, leaning in and pecking your lips. “I’m just so happy you said yes” He said, picking you up and twirling you around. Both of you fell back to the snow, thinking about a lifetime of memories together.

Mitsuya Takashi:

You were casually sitting inside his work place, watching him designing another costume. Other times, you asked questions, but this time, you remained silent watching him work. There was a way Mitsuya worked when he was in here. He was graceful and confident. It was a sight to see. “Y/n” He called, taking your attention. “Can you come here for a sec?”

You frowned, but did as you were asked. When you reached him, he immediately started taking your measures, jotting down each. It was normal for him to make clothes for you but this was the first time he was doing it without asking about the design or showing you a picture. “What’s it?”

Mitsuya gestures at the mess of white cloth beside him. “An order came asking me to make a wedding dress, I took the measures for future use” He grinned, pulling out something from his pocket. You stared at the velvet box as he opened it. A ring glistening inside. “Y/n” His voice was smooth. He took a step closer.

You just watched him, surprised as he knelt on one knee. “I’ve always wanted a life with you. I’ve dreamed about it many times. Would you let my dreams come true and be my soulmate for the rest of my life?”

You said yes and watched as he slipped the gold band to your finger. “You literally took the measurement to my future wedding dress before asking? I’m gonna remember that Takashi?”

He stood up and pressed a kiss on your forehead. “Just had to set up the vibe.” He said, looking at the white cloth draped along the counter. “You’re going to look beautiful in a wedding dress. I should start working on it”

Baji Keisuke:

One thing you liked about Baji was that he said the weirdest shit sometimes. Like right now. Both of you had your own respected soda cans in your hands while he suddenly uttered, “You know, marrying is weird”

You huffed, “And that is because?”

“Like listen. Two people are like, okay we love each other. Let’s get the whole government involved and make it official so we can actually make babies and spend time together.” He scowled, taking a sip. “That’s just fucked up”

You hummed thoughtfully, “Now that you’ve said it, it does sound fucked up”

He put the soda can away and pulled out a silver band, looking at him with his serious look. “Should we get the government involved too?”

You looked at the ring, back at his face but decided to play along. “We should totally get the government involved in all our shit” When you offered your hand, he easily slipped the ring in. He reached down and kissed it, looking at you adoringly. “That was the most funniest, and the ridiculous proposal I have ever heard.”

Baji shrugged, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder. “That was the best proposal, I know you think so too”

“Ridiculous doesn’t mean I don’t like it. You’re right, that’s the best proposal”

Bonus:

The two of you decided to announce your engagement to the rest of the gang. Baji confidently stood in front of them, your hand in his, holding onto tightly when he announced. “We’re going to get the government involved”

You cracked up, looking at the other’s expressions, they had no clue what was going on. Chifuyu actually looked like he understood. “Congratulations!” The younger said, beaming. "When is the wedding?”

The realization dawned upon them and soon they were all gasping for their breaths, calling out for water and literally dying on the floor.

Chifuyu Matsuno:

When Chifuyu asked whether you wanted to hang out at his place, it didn’t strike you as anything odd. You two often hung out at each other’s places when your parents were away. He usually kept the door unlocked and you walked in. It was the same that Sunday morning but after you walked in you realized that actually it was pretty weird. Your boyfriend was there, kneeling in front of his refrigerator. Hold up, was that a ring? Is he proposing the fridge? He looked really serious as he took a long breath, opening the box as if he was in a movie. You watched quietly, the moment was too golden to interrupt. He picked the gold band carefully out of the box and held it in front of the fridge. “Y/n, you’re amazing. You’re the best person I have ever met in my life” He was saying to the fridge, “It’s a miracle I found you. Do you want to be mine? Marry me, please?”

The fridge didn’t answer. OF COURSE. The problem would be if it actually answered. He looked satisfied with the practice. That’s when you decided to break it to him and actually clear your throat. The poor guy jumped out of his skin and stared at you horrified. His gaze shifting between the fridge and you. “Are you cheating on me? With that thing?”

He flushed, his ears going pink. “Y/n! Did you- I mean when did-” He groaned, flopping to the floor like a kicked puppy. “Everything’s ruined”

“I’m sorry” You tried, trying to suppress your laughter. “Let’s try again. We go back in time.”

He looked at you to see whether you’re joking and solemnly nodded. “You should be in the character”

You nodded, and closed the door. And this time, you knocked on the door. Your heart was pumping with excitement. Despite the fact you were supposed to act like you don’t know what's going to happen, you were thrilled. Chifuyu opened the door. Despite his defeated look earlier, he seemed to have gained back some of his courage. He didn’t wait until he let you in. He just knelt right there, holding up the ring. He looked a little bit too excited to get the whole speech out as he just blurted, “Please marry me?”

You laughed, “Of course!” He slipped the ring into your finger and stood. Before you could comment, he connected your lips, kissing you right there, with your hands stopped in mid air in surprise. He pulled back with a cocky grin.

“I added an extra surprise element”

You scoffed, “Never going to get over the fact your proposal speech to the fridge was better”

“You’re not going to let that go, are you?”

You grinned, “Never! I’m going to tell our grandchildren that his grandfather proposed to a fridge. The story must go on!”

He groaned, “You’re just mean” He pulled you in, closing the door behind you. “But I love you.”

You hummed with a smile, “I love you too, you big dork”

I don't know why I did this but I did this so get it. I might do some more later. This is fun (":

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She’s been corrupted! (Uswnt x Reader) Part 1

Sorry for any mistakes. Please enjoy!

Being the youngest on the team is never easy.

Now try being the youngest ever just barely turning 17 years old.

That was Y/n L/n.

The moment she showed up to camp Ashlyn Harris and Ali Krieger took her under their wings as her official team moms, leaving no room for anyone else on the team to have a chance with her.

That being said, that didn’t mean they didn’t try.

Kelley O’Hara and Emily Sonnett were the first to try their hand at it, getting her and the other youngsters roped into their shenanigans.

The first attempt was when they took Y/n out for lunch, unknowingly to Ali and Ash, the two starting a competition to see who was the best flirter.

Now some might see this as harmless fun but to Ash and especially Ali the idea of their team baby, even knowing how to flirt was beyond comprehension.

So when they received a text from Y/n about where she was, so they wouldn’t worry, they couldn’t help but check up and make sure no trouble was being caused.

“Are you French? Because Eiffel for you.”

The three busted out in laughter at Emily’s pick-up line. “Come on Sonnett, we’re supposed to be flirting not joking.” Kelley’s words made Emily get defensive.

“Hey, you can be funny and flirt! Flirtfuly funny, I mean flirtatiously funny... I think that’s the right word.”

The women just kept laughing, having a good time. It was at this point in time Ali and Ashlyn showed up going unnoticed by the group.

“Okay, okay how this one... well, here I am. What are your other two wishes?”

Kelley wholeheartedly chuckled while it took a moment for Sonnett but once she did she stated, “And Kelley, you got mad at me, that was so bad, sorry kid.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll teach you the ropes kid, by the end of the week, people will swoon for you. You just got two of the best teachers this side of the US had to offer. Well, one I’m not sure Emily will be much help.”

Before Y/n could respond a not-so-happy Ali replied for her. “No, you will not be teaching her anything...”

And before anyone else could do anything Ash grabbed Y/n and carried her back to the hotel. While Ali went mamma bear on poor Sonnet and O'Hara.

-----

It didn’t take long after that for Emily to snatch Y/n away from her team mom’s watchful eyes. And start to plan pranks, with the help of the squirrel, keeping a watchful eye of her own. Every few minutes checking the pep-hole to make sure there wasn’t any danger near.

“What if we jump anyone with water balloons, that’s taking to the press, or something next practice.” Y/n suggested.

Kelley agreed, “I like it, kid. An oldie but a goodie.”

“Maybe add some color to the water to spicy it up?” Emily threw the idea in the air.

Y/n let out a small groan, “No, we don’t wanna risk having to wash their kits, getting them wet and freezing is good enough.”

“Good call kid, better safe than sorry. But we are totally saving that for later, yeah?”

“Heck yeah.” Y/n and Kelley replied at the same time.

Right after there was a very loud and unhappy, knocking on the door. Emily hid the notebook filled with their plans, Kelley guiding and accidentally shoving Y/n into the closet.

Emily opened the door in the middle of another loud knocking. “What can I do for you, Krashlyn?”

“Where’s Y/n?” Ash cut straight to the chase.

“I have no idea, I thought she was with you guys. She’s totally not in here. Nope.”

The couple gave each other a look, “Check the bathroom, I’ll check the closet.” Ash said as she moved past Emily her wife following her.

The three women knowing Y/n’s exact location froze, Y/n’s breathing even came to a halt as she heard Ash’s words. Crap.

Y/n almost looked like a deer in headlights when the door opened, to see one-half of Krashlyn.

“Hey, Ash... how are you?”

Y/n’s weak attempt to lighten the angry expression on her face failed.

“Ali, I found her.” Y/n was yet again picked up by the goalkeeper, not even attempting to fight her.

Ali came out of the bathroom following her wife out of the room, not before sending Kelley and Emily a deadly glare that even made Kelley fear for her life. Emily closed the door after the family left.

Emily concluded, “Maybe we shouldn’t try to get to Y/n anymore.”

“Really? What gave you that idea?” A sarcastic remark came from Kelley.

“We’re still going to try though right?”

“Yeah. It’s time to call in the big guns.” Kelley said picking up her phone.

-----

Pinoe and the rest of the misfits have been trying to corrupt Y/n into doing something evil, mischievous, rebellious, or even a mix of any of them.

They were desperate enough to just take Y/n down to a local hairstylist or barber just to do anything. If Y/n was old enough they’d even consider paying for her first tattoo.

But Ali and Ashlyn weren’t having any of it.

It wasn’t like Y/n couldn’t do things, her team moms just have the ultimate spider sense for when she was about to do anything they didn’t like.

But that wouldn’t stop the determined children of the team.

And an idea had struck the misfits on how to finally corrupt Y/n.

-----

Ashlyn was roomed with Y/n so Ali was often the one to visit, them and spend time with them. Just like tonight, Y/n was nested in between the two in a Krashlyn sandwich.

Y/n was snuggled into Ash’s side and resting her head on her shoulder. As Ali lay close to Y/n on the other side of the bed, Y/n was sound asleep.

Ashlyn and Ali were so proud of Y/n, she was able to match and even beat some of the other USWNT players, always putting her all into every practice and if she kept it up it was sure to be games soon.

The kid just needed to work on her endurance and energy, but a couple more minutes or even hours of rest never hurt anyone.

They looked after the kid as they watched whatever movie or shark documentary was on, they were almost lulled to sleep themselves.

That was until a knock came out of the door.

Y/n  turned and mumbled almost like the sound was bound to wake her, the other women becoming more aware of their surroundings.

Ali carefully got up to get the door as fast as she can, so another knock couldn’t wake the sleeping girl.

Opening the door, she saw the group of misfits Pinoe, Kelly, Sonnett, and Lindsey all there.

“I thought you said Y/n was alone,” Kelley whisper-yelled to the group, knowing how doomed they are now.

Ali noted the girls' outfits and make-up, they were going to take Y/n to a night on the town where nothing but bad news was sure to happen.

“Y/n is sleeping right now, and even if she wasn’t you sure as hell aren’t taking her anywhere. Y/n is 17 she does not need to be dragged to where ever you had planned, so don’t even try it.”

And with that, Ali left no room for debate as she closed the door swiftly, trying to keep it down for as much as she could, as she returned to her wife and Y/n.

"Well, that backfired."

-----

Y/n was chasing Sonnett around the field, going in for a tackle because she had found out Emily had stolen her pre-wrap.

“Get back here Sonny!”

She finally got some speed under her and halfway across the field that their shenanigans had to place, Y/n tackled Sonnett, taking a few roles on the turf as they both landed on their asses.

Y/n quickly snatched the pre-wrap as Emily dropped it. She got up offering Sonnett a hand, which she accepted much to her dismay.

“Oh get rid of that sour face, if you wanted to have fun you should have tried harder at running away.” Her jaw dropped at the kid's words.

“Krashlyn, your child is MEAN!”

“Whatever she did you probably deserved it, Jr.” Sonnett was baffled that it wasn’t Ali or Ash that responded but her best friend and frat-daddy Kelley.

Emily threw her hands up, her jaw still dropped.

“What!? I thought you loved me?!”

-----

The room was filled with groans as Kelley said that tonight’s first team bonding activity was truth or dare.

But after she had said that, Kelley had to jump in the pool fully clothed, Tobin had to walk across the room on her hands with the help of Christen and had to make several attempts too.

And Ashlyn had to keep a few ice cubes down her shirt and had to keep them there for at least a minute. And now it was Pinoe’s turn to ask someone.

“Y/n... truth or dare?” Y/n saw how tamed tonight was so she was willing to take the risk.

“Dare.”

Some looked a little surprised at her answer, but Pinoe’s sly smile made Y/n admittedly a little worried now.

“I dare you to take off your shirt for two rounds, little miss always changing in the stalls.”

It was true that Y/n had always changed out of view from anyone on the team. And she wasn’t trying to hide anything but she had always felt self-conscious about what people would say.

Especially to newer people.

Ash and Ali were about to protest when Y/n simply took off the garment, per request, and shrugged her shoulders saying, “No biggie, I got nothing to hide.”

They were her family, and she felt protected by them, no matter how immature they may act at times.

And it was almost just that until Alyssa spotted something on Y/n’s back, barely covered by her bra straps.

“Hold it, when the hell did you get that kid?!” Alyssa pointed to her back. Becky sitting on the opposite side of Y/n looked at her confused but then she saw what was on Y/n’s back. Her expression turned to shock.

“I thought you were only 17, Y/n!”

“I am-”

“Turn around, I want to see how everyone else feels about this.”

Y/n got up from her seat, and turned her back to the team, revealing one massive back tattoo. It seemed like flowers were sprouting from her back, the color just as vibrant.

“Woah... that’s beautiful.” Press didn’t even notice her words slip out in a whisper until they had already left her lips. Tobin could only nod in agreement in the same state as the rest of the team.

She was trying to process the masterpiece on the baby’s back.

"She's been corrupted! I repeat the baby has been- ow! Seriously?!" This time it was Alex shutting up the all-too-happy, Emily with a light smack to the arm. Alex glared at her and a few others glaring in Sonnett's direction.

"Before anyone says anything, let me explain." Y/n spoke as she turned around, so the attention was on her and not the tattoo.

"Yes, I am 17 but I got this when I was 16," All of them looked even more shocked before it was clarified more, "BUT, my parents signed off on it so it was actually done legally."

Christen was the one to ask, "Why did you want to get it done, or at least wait until you were 18?"

"Um... me and my grandma were always close, and..."

She took a deep breath, "I don’t know actually, it just felt like something that had to be done I guess. She got a small bouquet on her forearm and I just said, 'screw it' and told the person I wanted a big back tattoo, like a garden was living on my skin."

"And that's it?" Pinoe asked almost disappointed. "No act of rebellion? No alcohol? No bet?"

"Yeah, that's it... why?"

"Boring... but sweet." All of the misfits gave each other a look. With a heavy sigh, Emily pulled out a small white flag from her pocket. Waving it.

“We surrender. Y/n is off limits. Ali and Ash win.” The girls laugh as Ashlyn gets up and does a happy dance.

-----

The night was ending and everyone was leaving for their rooms, the misfits staying behind in Kelley’s and Sonnett’s room.

“Alright, so it looks like we’ll have to be even more strategic about this... play the long game, maybe Y/n is a wolf in sheep's clothing we can’t give up.” Pinoe was still plotting not wanting to lose.

“But Sonnett waved the white flag? We already lost.” Rose asked confused about what was to be done.

“Oh, my dear on the contrary Emily Sonnett was the one to surrender, not the leader, yours truly.”

And with that Pinoe clapped her hands together loudly.

“Sleep tonight, we will resume our plans when the wicked are rested. No idea is off limits this time, we have to think of everything.”

Rose stopped everyone in their tracks, “But didn’t Em say “We surrender?””

Everyone froze, eyes slowly turning to Emily. “Did I?... oops.”

Groans filled the air. The opportunity to imprint on the newest member were ruined.

As they walked out of the room some gave Em a slap to the back of the head, or a punch to the arm while Lindsay slapped Emily on the ass.

Emily yelped, more surprised than anything, but she was less alarmed when it was her girlfriend. Sonnett rubbed her backside looking questioningly at Horan, while she just got a shrug in return before she left to her own room.

“Krashlyn, can you adopt me too?!” Emily shouted from her room to the hallway to no one in particular.

Kelley gave her a deadly glare. Emily put her hands up in surrender.

-----

They went to their beds, ready to sleep, Kelley leaning to turn off the lap in between the two.

“Goodnight Frat Daddy.”

Kelley turned off the lamp, still insulted from earlier, “Night Em.”

“Oh, I see how it is... I love you, too.” The sarcasm did Sonnett in as Kelley swiftly turned on the light again, grabbing and throwing a shoe at Emily, right in the face turning off the light again.

“Hey! What the hell?!”

“Oh shut it, already.”

[quicksilverownsmysoul]

Sparks pt.2

Summary: Peter Maximoff comes back after a weekend at home to find Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters crowded and booming with noise. He decides to investigate and finds out that it's orientation day for new students. He sees you and immediately is head over heels, but in his attempts to impress you he embarrasses himself beyond belief and runs off before you can even introduce yourself. 

You can read Part 1 Here

You and Kurt made your way inside the school along with a handful of other students. You had been assigned to Kurt’s orientation group, each current student was assigned to be a guide to the new students and show them around and help ease them into life at the school. When you first met Kurt he was telling you that one of the current students was away for the weekend so he had more students to show around than usual. You now assumed he was talking about Peter.

Kurt led the group through the entrance, doing his best to explain the history of the school but he kept getting distracted by the snickers that echoed throughout the group. He glanced over at you, a worried look on his face and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Why are they laughing, am I doing something wrong?” He had only been able to introduce himself to you personally before the orientation started so he felt more comfortable around you than any of the other students for the time being.

You shook your head and replied in a whisper trying your best to spare him of any further embarrassment. “Try looking in the mirror.” He gave you a confused look before turning to glance in the hallway mirror. He turned back right after still not realizing what they were laughing at but then immediately swung his head back towards the mirror. He let out an agitated groan. “Peterrrrr.” He licked his finger and tired his best to wipe off the doodle but all he did was smear it. His tail stood at end behind him, a clear sign of his anger. You felt a little bad for and a part of you was starting to understand why all the other student’s had a grudge against this Peter guy.

For the rest of the tour Kurt was agitated, trying his best to be professional about the tour but the constant snickers and students praising Peter on his antics didn't make it easy. You guys wrapped up your tour, coming back to the main part of the school where all the other students and their mentors were standing. Xavier was at the front of the crowd giving a welcome speech. He was basically recapping all that Kurt had told you before coming to the conclusion. “And you all must graciously thank your orientation leaders for showing you around today.” You smiled and Kurt and mouthed thank you, he mirrored your smile with an eye roll. “Some of your mentors are the best we have at this school. The X-Men.” Xavier motioned for those who fell under that name to step forward. 

Kurt made his way through the crowd and stood up on the stairs behind Xavier along with others whose names you didn’t know. Xavier spoke up again wheeling up to the first boy in the line. “This is Scott Summers, better known as Cyclops.” Xavier tossed up an apple and the boy lifted his sunglasses up, laser vision disintegrating the apple before your eyes. Everyone in the crowd began chattering excitedly at the display of his powers. Xavier continued down the line introducing them and you tried your best to remember all their names and what powers they possessed. Xavier made his way to the end of the line and let out an exasperated sigh. “We actually have one more X-Men member, Quicksilver, but it seems he was too busy pulling pranks to show up for introductions.” The crowd let out a laugh. 

“I’m never too busy for you professor!”  A voice rang out from the back of the crowd. You turned around to see Peter sitting, rather relaxed in an antique chair. “Pranks or not.” He got up making his way through the crowd shaking hands with new students and introducing himself. When he got to you he opened his mouth to give a sly greeting like he did to the others but no word came out.

 Your previous anger for the man seemed to fade as you finally got to see him up close. You felt yourself gulp, he was cute. You guys held eye contact for a second more before he sped past you, your hair blowing back at the sudden gust of wind. Next thing you knew he was up on the stairs, waving to the crowd as they cheered him on. He removed his googles and held his arms out, giving a grand bow. All the other X-men just looked at him with narrowed eyes. Xavier shook his head and turned back to address the group. “Here you will learn to control your abilities and learn that they are what make you special. With the help of myself and the X-men I hope you can find your place here.” He smiled warmly at the crowd. “Welcome home.” You cheered with the crowd, clapping for his speech. 

Xavier dismisses you all and has your mentors direct you to your dorms. Kurt passed out cards to the students and to you. It has the room number on it in case you ever got lost. It also had the name of your roommate on it. Her name was Jubilation Lee. You prayed that she was going to be nice.

Your prayers were answered when you opened the door to your room. She practically leapt off the bed to greet you. “Hi! It’s so nice to meet you! What’s your name.” She sweetly smiled at you

Just being around her made you feel happy. You replied. “My name is (y/n) (y/l/n). “

“I’m Jubilation Lee, but you can call me Jubilee.” She took your hands in her’s. “I can already tell we’re gonna to be great friends!” You felt your smile widen. You were so happy that you were going to be rooming with someone like her.

“Yeah totally!” 

Kurt left you two alone as he continued on with the other new students to show them to their rooms. You began unpacking, Jubilee insisted on helping you. And by helping she meant going through your stuff, but you figured she didn't have any mal intentions so you let her. “You have the newest Madonna record? I’m jealousssss.” You giggled as she rifled through the rest of your record, giving compliments here and there on your music taste. When she got to the bottom of your bag she let out a little giggle. “I didn't take you as a snack junkie.” 

You stopped what you were doing and turned to face her. She was holding a handful of twinkies and hostess cupcakes. “I’m not. I picked them up from the floor.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Ew.”

“Not like that!” You defended. “I just picked them up after that kid dropped them earlier. I was going to return them to him.”

Jubilee tilted her head to the side. “That kid? Oh you mean Peter!”

“Yeah him.” You admitted, you smiled softly at the thought of him. Jubilee watched you smile to yourself at the thought of him.

“Oh. My. God.” She rushed over to you and slid on the floor, landing next to you. “You have a crush on Peter!”

You could feel blush staining your cheeks. “I do not!” You quickly got up and putting the folded shirts away in the dresser. Jubilee followed you, pestering you. 

“You are blushing so hard.”

“I am not!” You squeaked.

“Are too.”

“I do not have a crush on him I don’t even know him.” You huffed. “But..”

“But?” Jubilee questioned a wide smile on her face.

“I do think he’s cute.” You admitted face turning red. Jubilee squealed.

“You guys would be such a cute couple.”

“Getting a little ahead of yourself there.” You laughed.

“I know but-“ Jubilee paused as you both heard a soft tap on your door. Peter peeked his head into the room, hand covering his eyes. 

“I hope you’re decent Jubilee.” He said with a smirk.

“Shut up you Perv,” Jubilee said, throwing one of her hair brushes at him. He dodged it laughing. He hadn't noticed you yet. 

“Professor asked me to tell you and your roommate to come to the main garden.” 

“For what?” 

“How should I know? I’m just the messenger.” Out of the corner of his eye Peter saw the stack of hostess snacks that Jubilee had taken out of your backpack and put on the bed. He sped over to it and picked one up. “Have you been holding out on me Jubilee?” He ripped one open and stuffed the whole thing into his mouth. “So good.” He opened another one tossing he wrapper onto the floor. He turned to Jubilee. “Gimme em’” He ordered with his mouth full. 

“That’s so gross Peter, close your mouth when you’re eating.” She wrinkled her nose at him. “Besides, they're not mine.” 

“Huh?”

“They belong to her.” Jubilee used her powers to create little firework arrows pointing to you, they exploded in a multitude of colors. You could have died of embarrassment, you playfully smacked her shoulder and she let out a little laugh. Peter looked over at you and suddenly the twinkie became hard to swallow. “Hey.” 

[oneoftheprettynerds]

Devout Worshipper: Dark! Peter Parker x Professor!Reader

A/N: So this girl here tried something else. I’ve been wanting to upload since long but this got delayed a lot and now I have several WIPs but finished this first. Sorry not proofread. I’m still discovering my writing style and my forte and thank you for staying and witnessing my experiments! Wear safety goggles please.

Summary: The best of all the educators yet, both smart and stunning, became Peter’s mentor in university. Peter grew too much of a liking for her, from a clingy scholar to her devout worshipper.

WARNING: STORY AHEAD HAS NON-CON, KIDNAPPING, POSSIBLE DRUGGING, UNHEALTHY BEHAVIOUR, OBSESSION. DNI IF TRIGGERED.

You sat on the teacher’s desk, going through the latest thesis published by Dr. Banner last week. He had given you one of the several copies and asked you to go through it and your judgement on it. The classroom was slowly filling in as the scholars stacked in, their buzzes growing loud with each passing trice.

You were on the last paragraph of your current page when a slight thump made you break out of your stupor, you tilted your head up to find a brawny youngster leaning in front of you, with his hand planted beside your ass on the ebony desk. He had blonde locks with grey eyes and was definitely a sports’ team captain, basketball you believed, who had his own posse of wannabes behind him.

You kept the paper down in your lap and met his eyes again with an inquiring look. “Yes?”

“You seem new. Me and my guys will save you a seat at the back, so come there when your little reading session is over, babe.” He said smugly, his eyes brimming with mischievousness as they dipped to your cleavage not-so-subtly and stood there gawking while he awaited your response.

You paused to see the whole class had gone quiet watching your encounter with the jock. You gave him a sickly-sweet smile as you nodded shyly for show and he tapped your knee with his other hand before leaving. As soon as his back faced you, you rolled your eyes so hard at his antics you heard the first-benchers gasp. You could still hear him talking to his ‘friends’, “I love myself a badass girl like her.”

You returned to your thesis but before you could finish the last few sentences, the bell rung and you had to stop. Thanks blondie.

You got down from the desk, jumping on your black heels as you made your way over to the door, closing it as lock clicked into place.

The entire class was watching you with quizzical glances as you stood in front of your desk this time and wrung your hands together, “Good morning class and congratulation on making it to your second year in college, I will be your mentor and also your lecturer for biology for this semester and for those who pass, also their next one.” The entire class’ jaw slackened and you giggled lightly as waited for them to digest the news, and then told them your name.

“I know a lot of you see science itself as a chore but since you’ve already taken it, I suggest you try to pay attention as you will have to study it anyways. However, because I can relate to your struggles, I will try my best to be a companion or advisor, whichever way you prefer it, and help you get through the class with flying colours hopefully. So, ask me anything, no matter how stupid or absurd you believe your doubt or query is. I’ll answer as many times as you ask and trust me when I say that I am a woman of my word. You have any questions for the semester?” You finished with a bright smile on your face as you saw the students in the front relax slightly. At least you had their approval.

“Ma’am” The blonde kid started without raising his hand, stressing the word unnecessarily as he and his horde sniggered at some stupid inside joke, and continued, “Can I have your number?”

Some of the students gulped while the others leaned forward interested in your response. That kid thought he could fluster you by putting you in a weird spot. He smirked arrogantly, leaning back in his chair as you raised your eyebrows.

“That, Mr.?” You paused as you lingered for his answer, which came almost immediately.

“Flash Thompson, but you can call me whatever you want baby.”

His friends hooted at his pickup line, some praising his smoothness while some high-fived him.

“That, Mr. Thompson, is an excellent example of the stupid questions I mentioned formerly. Thank you for helping me make it clearer to the rest of the class, an extra point for you in the first grading assignment.”

His face fell as his jaw ticked and you turned to face the rest of the class again, “Though I suppose I will give you my number but for emergency purposes only, you can contact me on my e-mail though which I will be using most frequently. You are supposed to mail me majority of your papers this semester and the grading pattern is expected to change this time around but I will inform you of that when the time for the first assignment comes around. Any other questions, and if possible, a bit wiser ones?”

Peter knew he liked you that day. You were attractive and stunning, yes, that too in the natural way, without make-up and tight clothes. But of course, there was more to you than that, you were smart and witty, hence a young lecturer in this esteemed college and you being a science enthusiast as well was like chocolate chips on top of a well baked dessert. You were spirited and jaunty and your sardonic and sassy replies were never degrading or humiliating. The five-year difference between you and the class made you their elder sibling rather than professor.

The first benchers worshipped your intellect while the last benchers adored your sarcasm. Everyone could see how you gave your all to teach, every trick for learning, showing real skeletons and organs in formalin, easily becoming the favourite mentor ever. You could easily be labelled as the university’s crush of the year.

But Peter soon began to despise that. The perverted comments by the students and jealous, snarky remarks by the plastics irked him. He was enraged by the geeks admiring you but baffled all the more by the strange palette of emotions he had never suffered before.

The sheer envy he was sinking in had never even surfaced while he dated Liz or MJ. For him you were a Goddess, tons divine than his exes or any other female for that matter, who should be properly worshipped and treasured.

He knew these sentiments weren’t right, but in this twisted world where he had combatted with unnatural beings and seen unimaginable horrors, he began to believe morality is just fiction used by the herd of inferior men to hold back the few superior men.

It was the last day before spring break and no matter how much your pupils loved you, it wasn’t enough for them to not get distracted and murmur around. Only half of your entire class’s strength came and that half somehow managed to create more ruckus than usual. Even you were minutes late, not in the mood to teach this aloof and uninterested batch of youngsters.

You sat on the table and crossed your legs, which was somewhat your habit that you weren’t really proud of but continued to indulge in nonetheless, and cleared your throat times to catch the attention of the unmindfully fantasizing students.

The baritone of the males and shrieky pitches of the females made you clutch your head. You were sure going to end with disprin at the end of day. You clapped loudly and effectively so, gathered the class’s attention, but by the roll of their eyes and glares on their faces, you deduced they weren’t happy. Who would have thought?

“Okay, before you all slaughter me to the netherworld with your lethal gazes, let me make it clear that no teaching will commence today.” The class hollered appreciatively and whistled, while you paused to let them do so. Teaching on the last day before a vacation was like speaking to yourself only but with the consequence of your name being added to several hitlists.

“I’ll distribute the graded assignments submitted last Thursday and then, since I’m required to clock thirty minutes of educating at the bare minimum, we can play something, maybe you have some talents to show, principles to mock or some gossip to attend to.” The college kids laughed at your poor joke, perhaps too thrilled for their break that nothing could make their mood sour. “We’ll see accordingly, but first, raise your hand when I say your name, I want to learn at least the names of the students who bothered to come to uni on the concluding day.”

You distributed the papers back, making sure to associate each name with a face and the students took them stuffing it straight inside, not bothering to check their scoring and possibly wreck their mood.

“Peter Parker?” A hand raised in the second last row shyly, a flustered boy with glasses on his nose and a hoodie covering his head. He barely made eye contact and you smiled at his nervy, edgy form hoping to ease him a bit. Your heels sounded heavy against the few stairs as you made your way to the back, the class buzzing with laughs as students barely paid you any heed.

The draught of epinephrine Peter felt was unlike anything he had ever felt before, nothing like the anxiety on the battlefield or the excessive sweating while impressing Mr. Stark. The apprehension he felt was decuple that.

It’s not like he had never talked to you afore, he constantly asked clever doubts, which he knew the answer to already, of course, to make an impression on you, but that was with a two feet and 7.5 inches of teacher’s desk in between. Yes, he measured. He had even made sure a couple times, let’s be honest, more than several times that his Goddess had arrived her fascinating abode safely.

But this time, they’d be hardly half a foot apart and the anticipation was tearing him apart. He did want her close, in all ways possible, but was he ready enough to not make a fool of himself? All his previous conversations were thought out meticulously and beforehand but was ready for a spontaneous interaction?

“Good job, Smart Cookie.” You mused at Peter with a wink and dropped the paper on his desk as he looked at you with those innocent, doe-eyes of his, his cheeks and nose a tad bit rouge.

Peter’s hearing ability got lost as the sound of his heart pumping blood filled his tympanum. He could only watch you retreat back to the front of the class, your hips swaying invitingly in that damned black pencil skirt as you called another person’s name.

Smart Cookie was his favourite nickname now.

It was pretty late when you left the university premises, finishing up all you had to and even preparing for your first week of teaching after vacation because you knew how procrastinating errands went.

You couldn’t almost believe how you were on the adult end of things, making sure and guiding other people. With the job, came a lot of obligations that you had to fulfil and being responsible was hard, really demanding. You suddenly had a lot of reverence for all the teachers in your life, from kindergarten to your degrees.

You were on a sabbatical from research temporarily, signing a teaching contract for three years minimum and you were satisfies with the refreshment. Interacting young, curious minds was almost like a recreational activity you indulged in free time and the various angles they approached science at even taught you something. The scholars found it in themselves to even question well-established biology.

Slightly humming, you made a mental checklist of what all was left to do for your solo, self-discovering trip the next week. All that you should pack, clothes according to the weather in the hills and enough emergency eatables. Maybe you could revisit the work-in-progress papers of yours or maybe it would be a leisure excursion only.

Only you never made it to your flight.

 The pounding of your head made a thrumming noise in your head, increasing its tempo and volume with each passing instant. Your eyelids felt heavy and opening them felt like a chore, which even more difficult considering the light that flooded your vision with every bit they opened. Your senses felt overwhelmed being burdened and strained with their everyday tasks after what you assumed to be at least hours of inactivity.

The sudden spike of pain shooting in your head made you jerk your hand to clutch your throbbing forehead, only to fail and find your hands bounded to something. They weren’t cuffed or shackled, nothing dug in your wrist either. Maybe a rope but the texture wasn’t rough enough. After what felt like minutes, you opened your eyes and sat up, as straight as your confined self could, and looked around.

The room was shades of grey and blue, a giant bed was where you were sitting. The giant ceiling to floor windows beside you, cast enough moonlight in the bedroom for you to see the entire bedroom. The view outside was so picturesque, that you had been gawking were you not afraid of your surroundings. You could discern you were high up, with how small the vehicles looked and another wave terror ran through you.

A white desk with a blue chair had a laptop atop it, also sitting beside several books. You would have noticed them being your subject and recommendation but you were scanning your brain as to how you landed here. With your vision now clearer, you saw your restraints to be like silk but no matter how hard you pulled, they didn’t snap.

You were full on panicking and staring wide eyed when the laptop entered your vision again. There was no other electronic except it and you calmed yourself to think rationally. Deep breaths, in and out. Your best bet right now was to hope that the laptop was connected to someone’s wifi.

You slid off the edge of the bed and tried to cut the weird silk ropes with bedside table’s corner. It took some time but you succeeded, your hands freed from the poster of the bed as you made your way towards the laptop, after checking the locked door of course.

Another wave of panic ran through you when the laptop wasn’t connected to anything and all available connections were password protected. You noticed the laptop to be brand new, and of a very expensive company that was out of your budget. You also noticed the OS was very different, not the usual Windows you ran. Your AI Cortana in this overpriced gadget, was named Karen.

You still refused to wait for your captor to show up and snooped to find something on the laptop, anything. There was no profile of the owner but you did manage to find at least three GB of videos and images.

Your hands froze and eyes widened when you saw the security footage of your building’s outside, the little bakery’s neon sign confirming the location. The videos were the same, of you entering and exiting every day, just the dates on the videos varied.

Another folder had clips with the same dates, but they were in the lobby of your apartment, your potted plants outside your door the affirmation again. It showed you getting milks and newspaper every morning, ordering take out several days and placing the garbage bags outside.

The earliest date in each folder was after your first month of moving here, second week of teaching probably.

When you opened the third folder, as the video started your hands covered your mouth as you tried your best to hold back the sob and making a noise. The screen showed two camera screens, both inside your apartment. The first showed the living room clearly and your kitchen and you concluded it to be behind some article on the bookshelf.

The other screen showed your bedroom.

You could still see the floral bedsheet with the white quilt atop it. Your red suitcase that you took out from the storage for your trip this morning, resting beside the wall. Your lamp switched on from when you mayhap left it on, already late for the last day of work. As the time hit 12 AM at the bottom of the screen, the video ended and played again. There were even more folders and you wondered how far would the surveillance go, till your bathroom?

Your abductor had live footage of your house being sent to his laptop and that scared you shitless. This was not a random crime, that ransom could end. You were here for something, some sick purpose you didn’t even know. Was this a hate crime? Would you even make it-

“I really wish you hadn’t looked there.”

The deep, familiar voice amplified your fear and you turned your head slowly, almost comically to look at him. Another gasp escaped your lips as you found warm eyes of your student and brows furrowed in confusion and fear when you saw the deranged lust in his eyes. Was this some sick prank?

“What am I doing here and what is this?” You gestured to the screen playing footages of the inside of your house. Seeing someone familiar and the probability of this being a prank should have calmed you somewhat but the revolting trick and the strange darkness in the boy’s eyes made you even more wary.

As he took a step closer, you hastily climbed out of the chair and backed away, nearing the bed again as he locked the door and closed in on you. He made a move to snatch you and you jumped to the other side of the bed barely missing him by an inch. You reached for the door hoping to find it unlocked but it didn’t even budge.

You pulled even harder while being painfully aware of how that kid from your class just sat on the bed and observed, having the utmost confidence in the door. Your frenzied state got a jump-scare when a female voice broke the silence, “Authorization to access locked doors is granted to Mr. Parker only, please refrain from damaging the property, Mam.”

So some tech-boy with a rich background is set on you?

“Please sit on the bed and I’ll explain, please.”

His doe eyes would have fooled you were you not extremely aware of your environment due to the adrenaline coursing through your arteries. He was an exceptionally good actor, you had to give him that. You prided yourself to be an excellent judge of character and here this guy had deceived you for three months.

The AI called him Parker, what was his name again?

Patrick? Peyton? Peter? Yes, Peter Parker.

“Peter?” You softly called out and his eyes widened as a blush crept up to his cheeks as he relished the fact that you remembered his name. You sighed internally, praying that this was a case of a harmless crush gone wrong and he was just innocently hopeful. The image of his dark, lust covered eyes crossed your mind to make an argument but you pushed it aside to calm your nerves and stay as relaxed as you possibly could with all that was happening.

“I know that this is all a big misunderstanding but you are really scaring me here. Can you please at least let me out of this room to somewhere open?” You looked at him, hoping to talk him down and get out. You didn’t think he would hurt you but you weren’t willing to take any chances with this maniacal youngster either.

“I’m sorry but I can’t do that, you’ll run.”

Of course, you’ll run, who wouldn’t?

“Peter, boy, listen to me-”

“No, you listen to me! I admit the situation isn’t ideal and you’re probably terrified because of your meddling but this is all for you! I’m here to protect you! The world out there isn’t safe and your heavenly self needs to be resuscitated.”

“Peter, you’re not making any sense. I’m an adult, older than you and you need to understand boundaries-”

“I’ve seen the way of the world, trust me, in fact, far more than you have! Did you know that raping and murdering women on Asgard is considered a common crime? How Hydra is kidnapping young, bright women to exploit them for breeding projects? How the Red Skull resurfaced and his ideals now include eradicating women from Earth as well?”

“Pete-”

“No, you don’t know! You are just blissfully unaware of this world, so oblivious you don’t even how know the perverted and debauched comments your own class makes?”

His outburst frightened you as you felt yourself losing control of the situation, maybe you never were in control. But now the unleashed fury on Peter’s face told you that had triggered an irrevocable topic.

“Calm down, it’s alright.” You said quietly, hoping to ease him again but his steps towards made you back up yourself to the other side of the bed.

“You, You are still scared of me, aren’t you? You still don’t understand, do you? I’ll show you, show you how much I worship you, the true extent of my devotion.” Every ludicrous declaration of his bit away your hope of getting out.

As he approached you again from the foot of the bed, you jumped across the bed again, hoping to reprise your stunt from before. However, your jumping halted midway as something glued your right wrist to the headboard and you jerked due to inertia of movement. As your eyes looked to your hand, the same silky rope met your vision.

You did not have the time or the wits to ponder over the fluid, about how your abductor shot it or how it wouldn’t budge no matter how hard you pulled. A hand on your ankle prompted you to try one last time as you screamed as loud as you could, for as long as your lungs allowed.

“It won’t work, Mr. Stark got me a soundproofed apartment. Pretty cool, right?”

A sob wracked through your entire frame as the tears descended, the frustration and hopelessness and dread, all attacking you at once. Your legs kicked and flexed and when your left fist swung, he restrained all your limbs after dodging, of course.

“I just want to love you, is it too much too ask?” He asked in a quiet whisper, his hands undressing you cloth by cloth; first unzipping the side of your pencil skirt and unwrapping it, then unbuttoning your blouse. When he brought out a pocket knife, your eyes instinctively closed, a “Please don’t hurt me” falling from your lips.

“Never.” He replied with absolute assurance.

The blade cut through your blouse first, leaving you in your garments while Peter sat back on his knees to admire you. You’ve been flattered with the adoration in his eyes had you not gone through the mayhem that you had.

His hand caressed your curves, feeling the soft skin underneath as he took his time admiring you, committing each feature to memory while your tears poured, your eyes never leaving the knife he held.

The blade invaded your privacy once again as it took away your last pieces of defense, leaving you utterly nude and your cries wreaked havoc in the otherwise quiet room. Your eyes found Peter face and you noticed his eyes twinkling in admiration trailing up and down your body several times. His disciple complex was scaring you, you almost bordered considering his Goddess belief.

“So stunning.” He whispered as he came down to kiss you, his lips meeting yours in this bruising embrace of both your mouths and as he began to undress himself simultaneously, his dramatics became the least of your concerns. The thought of the inevitable future made home in your mind and gave you one last bout of courage to try and fight.

The restraints on your limbs didn’t even budge and every fleck of hope deserted your body when you saw the chiseled abs on his scarred torso, his biceps bulging and silently warning you into staying put. He made quick work of his remaining outfit and his hard, angry member was bigger than you had anticipated.

You had not expected a stereotypical nerd to be packing, with muscles and brawns, hardly to even expect him to be the largest among the ones you had ever experienced.

“Please don’t.” You mumbled, defeated, knowing he would not listen. You closed your eyes expecting the intrusion to get it over with. You were caught off handed when you felt him shift and devour into your pussy. He feasted like a man famished, his tongue leaving no area unlapped. The sparks in your abdomen made you queasy and giddy at the same time, you could barely open your eyes due to the intensity of his actions and when he added two of his shockingly calloused fingers, you let go of the coil in mere seconds.

Your limbs sat limp while your vision whitened, your mind foggy and hazy, deprived of all sensibility. When his thick thighs rested on top of yours, your gaze ascended to meet his already staring pupils, the warm, honey brown orbs now a black abyss. You couldn’t even protest in your blissful state as lined himself and entered your cavern, which was lubricated enough courtesy of him.

The stretch burned but as he rocked himself and thrusted with a rhythm, the pleasure started building from scratch. Each push was sturdier than the last and every spot he hit managed to make your breath hitch. Your hands and legs freed as the fluid perhaps melted but the last of your energy was being used by you to stay conscious. When he descended to kiss you once again and trailed kisses to your collarbone, your hands held onto him for support, his biceps providing anchor to you, made of pure muscle.

His teeth bruised your skin as he lightly bit your neck, reaching his end and releasing his load. The warmth that filled you made you let go, his orgasm encouraging another one from you.

Your eyes drooped, your body filled with exhaustion due to all the struggling as you curled in to your side and wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to forget your abductor and the forceful, mind shattering ecstasy you felt. Your refused to think about the guilt and the uncertainty of your impending doom in the hands of this maniacal student of yours. You just wished for sleep, for some peace alone.

The wish of yours was not granted when you felt Peter slide behind you, his hand wrapping around your middle as if you were lover. You still gave into slumber, but not before feeling him peck your shoulder with a promise.

“This devotee of yours will worship you forever and always, Goddess.”