#strades a hottie

[angel-sweets666]

How did strade catch you?

strade x reader

warnings: kidnapping, drugging ect yk strade stuff

Strade first saw you when you moved into the house next door. From the moment you arrived, you exuded a warmth and friendliness that caught his attention. On the day you moved in, you went out of your way to introduce yourself to him, chatting easily and flashing a bright smile. Strade couldn’t help but be captivated by your charm and beauty.

As the days passed, his thoughts were increasingly consumed by you. He found himself watching you more closely, admiring your every move. You were just so pretty, almost perfect in his eyes. Yet, a darker thought gnawed at the edges of his mind. Wouldn't you be even prettier with some blood? The idea thrilled him in a twisted way, making his desire to catch you grow even stronger. You were becoming an obsession, and he was determined to have you, no matter the cost.

One day, while you were taking out the trash, you noticed the man watching you from the window. You smiled and waved up at him, and he waved back, his usual toothy grin flashing. Strade opened the window and lit a cigarette, the smoke curling lazily around his head.

"Hey buddy! Whatcha doing?" he called out.

"Taking out my trash!" you replied, walking closer to his window so you could hear him more clearly.

"Oh, that's fun. Garbage man should be here tomorrow!" he said with his casual German accent, which always seemed to add an extra layer of charm to his words.

Strade leaned against the windowsill, his eyes fixed on you. "Say, wanna go for a drink tomorrow night?"

His invitation took you by surprise, but his charming demeanor and that captivating accent made it hard to refuse. You considered his offer for a moment, feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity. "Sure, that sounds like fun," you replied with a smile.

"Great," he said, his grin widening. "I'll pick you up around eight."

As you walked back to your house, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation. Strade was always such a charmer, and there was something intriguing about him that you couldn't quite put your finger on. Tomorrow night promised to be interesting, and you found yourself looking forward to getting to know your mysterious neighbor a little better.

8 o’clock that Saturday rolled around, you got into a casual outfit that could work for a bar or a fancy place. A knock on the door scams and raced down “hey strade” you smiled and he held the door open for you “hey buddy!” He grinned “I know a bar, I’ll take you there” he informed you

Eight o'clock that Saturday finally rolled around. You stood in front of your mirror, carefully selecting a casual outfit that could work for both a laid-back bar and a more upscale place, just in case. After a few moments of indecision, you settled on a stylish yet comfortable ensemble that made you feel confident.

A knock on the door broke the silence, and you felt a rush of excitement as you raced downstairs. You opened the door to find Strade standing there, his usual toothy grin in place.

"Hey, Strade," you greeted him with a smile.

"Hey, buddy!" he replied warmly, holding the door open for you with a slight bow. His charm was irresistible, and you found yourself grinning back.

"I know a great bar nearby," he informed you, his German accent adding an extra layer of allure to his words. "I'll take you there."

As you walked to his car, you noticed how different he looked tonight—more relaxed, yet there was a gleam in his eyes that hinted at hidden depths. The drive to the bar was filled with easy conversation. Strade had a way of making you feel comfortable, like you had known each other for years.

The bar he took you to was cozy, with dim lighting and a welcoming atmosphere. The chatter of patrons and the soft hum of music created a perfect backdrop for the evening. Strade led you to a corner booth, where you both settled in. He ordered drinks for both of you, his confidence evident in the way he spoke to the bartender.

"So, tell me more about yourself," Strade said, leaning in slightly, his eyes locked onto yours.

You shared stories about your move, your job, and your hobbies. Strade listened intently, occasionally interjecting with witty remarks that made you laugh. He shared bits about his own life, his accent making even the mundane details sound fascinating.

As the night went on, the drinks flowed, and the conversation deepened. Strade had a way of making you feel special, like you were the only person in the room. His gaze was intense, yet there was a warmth to it that drew you in.

"Do you come here often?" you asked, curious about this side of him.

"Not as often as I'd like," he admitted. "But they have great beers and cheap booze so.. thought it work” he grinned “say! Want a drink?” He asked, you trusted him enough with you drink. Big mistake.

Soon enough, Strade was carrying your limp body in his arms, skillfully pretending that you had simply gotten sick from drinking too much. His face was a mask of concern as he navigated through the bar's exit, eliciting sympathetic glances from the few patrons who noticed. Gently, he placed you in the passenger seat of his car, buckling you in as if he were merely a friend ensuring your safety.

Strade stepped back, admiring his handiwork. "That was way too easy… You're easy to kidnap, Schatz," he chuckled softly, the sinister undertone of his words lost in the empty parking lot. His grin widened as he settled into the driver's seat, the adrenaline of his actions making his heart race.

As he drove through the quiet streets, Strade glanced over at you from time to time, his mind racing with the plans he had for you. The streetlights cast fleeting shadows across your face, highlighting the eerie calmness that had settled over you. In his mind, you were already his, a canvas for the twisted desires that he could barely contain.

The drive felt surreal, the usual humdrum of the night punctuated by the knowledge of what was to come. When he finally pulled up to his house, he quickly exited the car and circled around to your side. With practiced ease, he scooped you up again, your body limp and compliant in his arms.

He navigated through his house, the dim lighting casting long shadows on the walls. Strade moved with purpose, each step taking him closer to the basement door. He kicked it open with a quiet grunt, the creak of the door adding to the sinister atmosphere. The basement stairs loomed ahead, descending into darkness.

Carefully, he carried you down the stairs, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the confined space. The basement was cold and damp, a stark contrast to the warm, inviting bar where the evening had begun. Strade flicked on a light, the harsh glow illuminating a room that was far from welcoming.

He laid you down on the cold concrete floor, securing your wrists behind the metal pole that sat in the middle of the basement He took a step back, admiring the sight of you bound and helpless, completely at his mercy. Strade grinned a devilish grin “all mine now~ don’t worry shatz…I’ll keep you safe…”

[galacticafterdark]

Request: Strade/Reader + getting rid of Ren

Thanks for requesting this! This fic is a non-canon new ending to the game where Strade actually gets rid of Ren when he keeps you. I thought this was a really interesting concept and had a lot of fun writing it!

WARNINGS: This fic has kidnapping and implied murder and all that fun stuff that goes along with BTD. Dont read this fic to hurt yourself or if you are a minor.

Strade and Ren belong to @gatobob/ @gurobob (I am so sorry gato please forgive me)

Commission Info

Hi my name is MC I have short ebony black hair with purple streaks and red tips and icy gray eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Sid (AN: if you don’t know who that is, GET OUT OF HERE). I’m not related to Raven in any way but I wish I were because she’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. My skin is pale and ashy too. I’m also an alcoholic college student, and I go to a school in Canada that fucking sucks because I get shitty grades even tho Im REALLY smart. I’m of legal drinking age, I’m goth (in case you can’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a My Chemical Romance T-shirt (AN: there my favvveeeee in the hole world) black ripped skinny jeans with bright red fishnets underneath, and black combat boots. I was also wearing black lipstick and black eyeliner and red eyeshadow. I was walking outside The Braying Mule and it was raining and snowing (bc it always fucking snows in canada it’s so fucking stupid) and there was no sun which I was super happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put my middle finger up at them.

“Hey MC!” A voice yelled at me. It was… Strade Boyfriendtodeath! (AN: only true fans know that Strade has no last name, like Beyonce (because hes famous) so if you didnt know that get the fuk out of here)

“What’s up Strade?” I asked.

“Nothing. Just wanted to buy you a beer because your My Chemical Romance T-shirt is so cool” He said. (AN: AAAAA Strade knows MCR!!!!! Gato take notes this is what real character design looks like you gotta make sure they like the best band of all time or else theyre shite)

“That’s like super awesome of you thanks.” I said.

“Hey do you want to get out of here?” He asked. I looked him up and down. He had on combat boots (like me!!! omg!) and he had like really gross cargo pants on and a weird shirt with some sort of pattern on the sleeve, which made him look kind of like a prep but like I also know that Strade is awesome and not a prep so I decided to look past that. He had super greasy hair that was pretty wavy and went down to his shoulders and he also had really fucking patchy facial hair and a scar on his jaw (omg scars are so fukin hot I love strade so much). All in all I gave him like a 1/10 because hes fucking gross but he was the first person so talk to me that night so I said……

“Yes!”

So then Strade took me to his super expensive car and he opened the door for me (what a gentleman) and when he closed it I realized there was no handle!!?!?!!! (oh noes what will I do now :3333)

“Hey Strade what the fuck why is there no handle.” I yelled.

“Don’t worry about it.” He said and then he hit my head and I couldn’t even bite him with my vampire fangs in time so I just fell unconscious.

I woke up and I was tied up (ooh kinky) and none of my clothes had been taken off except my jeans had been ripped a little bit more (probably from being dragged around or something) but it’s ok because I looked even more goth with the really ripped jeans. I was like super confused when I woke up and the basement smelled like blood which made me really hungry (because I’m a vampire). Strade walked down the stairs and I frowned at him.

“Ren had better not be in the house because he’s a fuckin prep and I hate preps.” I said.

Strade looked shocked. “You know what, you’re right.” He said. “Ren is a prep and I also hate preps so I’m going to get rid of Ren and you will be my new pet!!!”

I smiled super big but then I stopped smiling because I’m goth and we don’t smile but I was smiling on the inside because I was so happy that Strade decided he would keep me instead of Ren.

Anyways Strade and I got married after he got rid of Ren and we lived happily ever after killing people together with my vampire powers and his greasy powers the end.

I am so so so sorry for this. April fools guys!! Here’s the link to my immortal (here), which I basically copied to make this fic so horrible.