#this is about a stranger things x oc community i joined today!

[putawayurhalo]

why am i scared to post in a community i joined?????????? the social anxiety is transcending into my online life now too damn

[leeneir]

Duo AU; Pro Gamer Iso x Violinist!Reader (Part 1)

I check the iso x reader tag EVERYDAY. FOR ISO CONTENT. Sadly, Iso isn't that popular. Sigh. Guess I'll do it myself.

AU inspired by those public pianist trends on yt and my Iso x OC ship as always. Along with that one toxic pro gamer Iso x reader on here, i fking love that au sm. (Hes not toxic in this one tho lol)

Pro Valorant player Zhao Yu, better known by his internet name "Dead Lilac" is a mechanically gifted one-trick main whose name is famous all over the gaming community.

Professional Violinist "Reader", famous for their musical talent and prodigal like abilities, having climbed up the ranks and becoming renowed in the music community and on social media.

Iso finishes up a stream with a sigh, the ratio of wins to losses was bad today, how disappointing. Zhao Yu lays in bed, taking a brief moment of rest before he continued on with his day.

His roommate Omen is playing with the cat when he goes to the kitchen to get something to eat, they talk for a bit, and the cat starts purring at his feet. He picks it up and just does a stare off with the thing while it paws at his face (without claws), and blows a rasberry. Omen chuckles.

Omen brings up the fact that his friends are going out for an outting later, Zhao Yu decides to get ready. He wears his signature hoodie ofc.

Jamie, Sunwoo, Tala, Tayane, and Mateo come along. Sadly, Ryo couldn't come. He was too busy with his drift practice or whatever. Tala says her brother was just too lazy to come.

They all meet up at the mall where they go shopping and do whatever, discussing random whatnots and getting up to antics. And then they find a piano in public and Jamie tells Zhao Yu to play something, they'll record it and post it online because why not? He's really good at playing it too.

Zhao Yu decides to humor them and gets on the piano, trying to think of a piece to play before he starts.

His fingers cross the keys with grace and practiced ease, playing a romantic classical version of a popular song. Zhao Yu finds himself lost in the music piece as strangers began turning heads and pausing in their step. He can feel his friends' eyes on him as Phoenix' camera records him, and he finds himself becoming more confident with each note he plays.

Unbeknowst to him, as he was nearing the chorus, one stranger came up and opened a peculiar shaped bag, pulling out a violin out of it. The moment Zhao Yu plays the chorus note, a new instrument joined him.

He almost paused, but his fingers kept playing. Somehow, he and the violinist were perfectly in sync. He turned his head without lifting his fingers, and he see's the stranger playing the instrument, and he's awed by their ability.

More people crowd around as they watch the duet, enchanted by the melody and harmony while Jamie continues recording. Zhao Yu and the stranger play until the end of the song. When they finished, the whole crowd applauded and cheered. It sort of reminded Zhao Yu of the music recitals he did when he was younger.

He gets off the piano and approaches his duet, complimenting them on their skill and giving his name, which the stranger responded with their own.

Reader and Zhao Yu chat about the piece they just played, and Jamie and Mateo run in with the video, showing it to both of them. It's then that Zhao Yu saw Reader passing by before they decided to play, and he's amazed at how easily they synced up to him without missing a note.

Mateo then says that he was a fan of Reader which promptly confused Zhao Yu. Was Reader someone famous? Jamie asked for permission to post the video which Reader granted without issue.

They continued talking for a moment up until Reader said that they had an appointment to get to and excused themself.

By the time that was over, Zhao Yu's friend group went nuts. Apparently having held themselves back from "ruining his chances", whatever that meant. Jamie and Mateo however couldn't hold themselves which is why they approached. Sunwoo proceeded to shake him uncontrollably for not getting Reader's number. When he asked why he needed it, Tala called him a "lonely bastard".

He asks if they knew her since Mateo did, and he was told that Reader was a social media influencer known for their violin talent.

Jamie sent the video to Zhao Yu's editor and they continued on with their hangout. Though, the duet still played on the back of his mind throughtout.

Timeskip to later that night, Zhao Yu realized that maybe he should have gotten Reader's number, and also why Tala called him lonely. Omen watched the video too and acknowledged Reader's social media presence which made Zhao Yu wonder just how popular they were if even his roommate knew about them.

The next day, Iso's editor had the video ready and posted. And it was doing numbers.

As it turns out, a duet between a pro gramer and a famous violinist was bound to go viral and become so popular that it was trending on every platform.

Both to his confusion and surprise, his fans went crazy with the shipping. He knew what it was only because his online group and team engaged in such antics. Although he wasn't sure how Reader would react. He only just recently followed them on their socials and was surprised to find out that they were already a follower.

His twitch chat wouldn't shut up about the duet and he recounted the story of how that moment came to be. And they went haywire. Zhao Yu found ship edits of him and Reader from the duet video and things were getting out of hand. He was worried of how this would affect them considering they weren't part of this side of the community, much less even in this community.

He found a response from Reader regarding the duet, and to his relief it was mostly positive. They even addressed a part of the response directly to him, asking if they should record an official one if he wanted to.

Now, Zhao Yu was open to collabs. But for some reason, this one had him staring at his screen for minutes as the type bar blinked in the chat box, it was Reader's instagram.

He decided that it wouldn't hurt to add some music content into his gaming content and wanted to reach out to Reader to inquire about that collab idea they proposed. Except... he was nervous.

Why was he though? It made no sense. Zhao Yu didn't get nervous, so why was he? He's done this dozens of times, so why was it any different now?

Mustering up all the courage he could, he typed a few letters and sent the message without leaving room to think it over.

On Reader's phone, a notification popped up from instagram messages. They opened it up, it was from Iso?!

"Hey" they read.

Yknow, this has been sitting in my drafts for 3 weeks. Finally glad i got this out even if some parts are uncohseive

[enchantinglyjade]

Milk & Honey - Ch. 2

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: A certain someone makes another appearance at the club

Warning: Swearing, racial talk, dirty dancing

Note: I’ve been playing with a few plotlines, but I think I finally got the one and I’m so excited!

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Every few weekends, the club would have one of those good nights. There was just something in the air those nights that made people wild and the first stop in their nights out was the club. I tried finding any excuse to be out by Jackson, so I could watch the dancers. It was hypnotic.

Elvis had shown up around an hour ago, my first time seeing him in a week since our last encounter. I could barely make him out across the room through the sea of dancers, but I know he came here to see his friend, B.B. King, again.

The blond sits, bopping his head and snapping his fingers to the sultry music and dancers before him.

Despite being the elephant in the room, Elvis tends to lurk in the shadows, and he does well at this.. He never seems like he wants to be the center of attention, just wants to take everything in. I'd even go as far to say he seems shy at times. Though, I suppose he was a shy child. Still, he was no stranger to this environment, and unlike most of the white people in this area, there wasn't an ounce of fear or anger in his body while around us.

Normally, on days like this Sunbeam would send me to the back, but he was preoccupied today, so I’m out while he’s distracted. Under most circumstances, I’d do anything to get into the actual club area, but watching everyone dance tonight is beyond torturous. I want to join them.

“Don’t look so down, chil’.” Jackson’s voice chimes in. I send him a soft smile, looking back at the dance floor, before slowly walking the perimeter of the room.

Bodies are swinging and shaking, sweating and gripping. One man picks his lady up. Letting her wrap her legs around his waist. He thrusts upward to the beat, letting her bounce off his pelvis. She throws her head back with a loud and excited yelp while he holds the small of her back.

It’s one of the dirtiest things I’ve ever seen on the dance floor, but that was our culture. If anyone outside the community saw this, they’d label it as distasteful and probably downright disgusting, but this was our safeplace. I, on the other hand, find it powerful and passionate. I wish I had the confidence to do something like that. Ugh, what I’d give for that to be me; to have someone’s hands on me like that. I get hot and bothered just thinking about it, to the point that I try making an effort to look away, but I can’t. I’m completely hypnotized.

Lust speeds up my heart rate, as I sink further down one of the back walls, entranced by the dancing. Unbeknownst to me, a pink cladded cutie was watching me drool over the scene from across the room.

“You any good at dancin’ still?” Elvis yells over the music, startling me from my daydreams as I feel his breath against my ear. I look around to see if anyone is watching the two of us, unsure if I should be seen talking to him again.

I clear my throat, trying to downplay his words with a playful eyeroll. “I wasn’t aware I was ever good in the first place.”

He scoffs at me, a large smirk plastered on his face. “Don’t lie to me now. You knew you was always good.” He extends his hand towards me, gesturing his head over to the dance floor.

My eyes widen, lungs suddenly not having enough space to expand in my chest. “Elvis- I don’t even think I should be talkin’ to you right now. I can’t dance.” He furrows his brows at this, confused. I sigh. “I’m not supposed to be talking to customers. Besides, it’s not in my job description to be a dancer.”

He immediately rolls his eyes, completely ignoring my words and grabbing my hand to lead me further and further out into the crowd. 

“Elvis! I can’t! I ain’t danced in years!” I glance back at my safe spot against the wall, missing its comfort already.

He chuckles. “It’ll come back to you, darlin’. It’s been a while for me too. We can both be embarrassed, two left foots together.” 

The temperature rises significantly the second we enter the dance circle. We stand center floor, as I try my best to look anywhere but at Elvis. I readjust my skirt awkwardly, suddenly feeling insecure as I see all the other dancers surrounding us.

God, I can’t do this. What if my practicing wasn’t enough? What if I lost my rhythm? Oh Lord, what if someone sees and tells Sunbeam? I’ll get fired!

Elvis stands in front of me, hand extending, waiting patiently for me. I inhale reluctantly before accepting it.

We hold hands, awkwardly swaying back and forth, easily looking like the most inexperienced people on the floor.

He notices the tension in my body and places his palm on my waist, bringing us just a few inches closer. This makes my gaze snap back up at him, but I make no effort to remove his hand. This action surprisingly does help, at least by getting me to pay more attention to him than the dancers.

I look into his eyes, my anxiety replaced with a feeling I haven’t had in a long, long time. I hesitate, weighing my next move before deciding to be bold. I reach down, bringing his other hand up to my waist as well and wrap my arms around his neck.

His lip curls into a proud smirk. “There you go, ain’t gotta be shy now. Not the first time we done this.”

My face brightens at the memory.

Sneaking around our mama’s backs to practice those dance moves we use to watch at the bar. We was way too young to be doing all that. We didn’t even understand we were doing something dirty, just knew we shouldn’t be doing it, which only made it more fun to keep doing. Now that I’m older and I understand what dirty dancing is, it’s all the more thrilling, especially with him.

He pulls me even closer, our bodies now pressed together. His laced, pink shirt is mostly unbuttoned, exposing his skin underneath. My chest rests upon his, my heart beating hard against his own.

All those suppressed feelings begin to surface and I begin to lose myself in them after all these years.

I gather up enough courage to run my hand down and then back up his smooth chest. I feel his breath hitch beneath my palm, while his eyes follow my hand movements. He darkly looks down at me through his thick eyelashes and I feel his grip on my waist tighten. He leans his head forwards, letting his breath slide down my neck. I throw my head back at the sensation, as my body has a harder and harder time keeping up with the beat of the music, my brain busy focusing elsewhere.

My stomach fills with desire, hungry for something I haven’t felt in a long time, and the feeling flushes my entire body. The hottest Mississippi day felt like winter compared to the heat I’m feeling now.

I smile, getting back into rhythm and popping my hips side to side more confidently, looking up to see his reaction.

He smiles with pride. “There you go. Get it, Honey.” He chuckles out.

Oh Lord, I haven’t heard that voice say my name in nearly a decade. I take a deep breath, attempting to calm my fluttering heart. “I missed you.” I whisper into his ear, clinging onto his shoulders.

He pulls back enough to look into my eyes… and then down at my lips. 

I don’t want to believe it, but I know exactly what’s going to happen next. I do everything possible to tell him ‘yes’ without actually saying the word.

He gets my message and leans in just a little closer, slowly inching forward until– his lips are just as soft as I remember.

Yes. I said remember.

We were crazy kids, and being the two outcasts made us close. Real close.

I’ll never forget that day.

We were playing out back by the church early one morning. I had spent all night awake, planning how I’d tell him. He was busy telling me about his superheroes and such. I was so nervous though, I could hardly concentrate on a damn word he was saying. Then, the anxiety bubbled up inside me so bad until I just blurted it out that I liked him. He was shocked at first, but told me he liked me too. I was so happy and we spent the rest of the day acting like some little married couple, playing house. Eventually, Ma called me back into the house for bed. I say goodbye and got cuddled into bed, but shortly after I heard a knock on my window.

‘I forgot to tell you goodnight.’ He said to me. I laughed at him for waiting outside my house just to say goodnight, but then he said more. ‘And if we’re playing house… I forgot to give you something.’  He nervously came closer to me until our lips met. Thomas and Michael always teased us for liking each other and we always thought the idea was gross. Us two? Kissing? Never. But after that night, I couldn’t stop smiling.

‘Well… goodnight then.’

‘Goodnight, Elvis.’

But then the next morning, I tried talking to him about it and he laughed in my face, saying he didn’t know what I was talking about.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about that happening again, but once more, I was too lost in my feelings to think.

He pulls away. With lips ghosting over mine, he whispers, “I missed you too, darlin’.” And with that the music's over and the crowd begins to clap.

While still heavily breathing, I pull away, suddenly feeling awkward from what we had just done.

Suddenly, I hear a loud whoop come from the entrance. Sunbeam stands in the doorway, smiling at the happy customers before him.

I quickly part from Elvis, exiting the dance floor just in time for Sunbeam to see me. “Ah, Honey. There you are.” He strides towards me. “There’s a whole lot of shit bouta expire today downstairs. I’m gonna need you to clean it out before you go home tonight. I’ll have Jackson clean off tables.”

I nod. “Yes, sir.”

I empty my lungs of a breath I didn’t realize I was holding in. I look over my shoulder. Elvis stands alone in the crowd, emotionless as he glances over at me. I give him a sorry look, before heading to the doors and going downstairs to the main kitchen where all the food ingredients are kept.

I spend the next hour flipping through cans and silently smiling to myself while I relive the kiss over and over again. I listen to the muffled music as it eventually dies out and people begin heading home for the night until there is nothing but silence. I toss another can into the trash bin, the clank of it hitting the other waste in the bin echoes through the dimly lit room.

Footsteps begin coming down the stairs just a few feet away from me. I cautiously peek past the kitchen door, expecting everyone to have gone home by now. Maybe Sunbeam was getting ready to lock up. Unless it was one of the musicians from the hotel on the third floor. Still, no one should be down in the kitchen area.

“Hello?” A man calls, peering into the dark room for someone.

I creak open the door just a little bit more so I can get a better view of him. He notices the movement of the light coming from the door and stares over at me. “Ah, there you are.” He jogs over. Now getting a close look, I realize it’s B.B. King. I freese, shocked someone like him would even be talking to me. “Hey, uh, I wanted to ask you something.” He leans his arms against the door frame. “How do you know my boy?” He asks sternly.

I look at him confused and feeling slightly threatened. “Your boy?”

“EP?” He states with an obvious tone.

“Who?”

“Elvis!”

“Oh!” Lord, I feel stupid. I shrug, not wanting to say much in case Elvis didn’t want him to know anything for whatever reason. “ We, uh, go back.”

He chuckles. “Man,” He rests his head against the door frame, looking up at the ceiling before turning back to me. “I ain’t never seen him act like that before.”

I back away, stunned, but a smile creeps its way onto my face. I can’t help but want to know more. “What do you mean?”

His eyes widen. “Outgoing, dancing, consciously flirting.”

I scoff. “He’s alway been like that.” I say matter of factly. 

“Yeah, wit’chu.” He laughs. “He’s a quiet man; don’t talk too loud, don’t say too much, but with you, he’s confident. He likes you.” 

His smile grows when he sees my flusteredness, but something about what he says don’t sit right with me. “What if he’s confident because he thinks I’m easy? I challenge him.

“What is he’s confident because he feels like himself with you?” He challenges right back, grabbing a Mars bar off one of the shelves. He continues while he peels away the wrapper. “Trust me, a woman could throw her intimates at him and that boy still wouldn’t have a clue. He’s always lookin’ at’chu, watchin’ what you’re doin’. He likes you.”

I stare at him for a second, before looking away with a happy hum. “I like him too.” I whisper.

He bites off a chuck of the candy bar. “No, really?” He sarcastically asks, feigning surprise. “He tell you about his music?”

“He’s making music?” I raise a brow.

“He ain’t tell you?” He asks before rolling his eyes to himself, mumbling something under his breath. “Man, he’s tryna record a song, but got too many damn nerves to sing it. I been trying to give him advice, but he don’t listen to me. Not like he does to you anyway, but I ain’t about to slow dance with him.”

I giggle. “You think he trusts me like that?”

“I know he trusts you like that.”

Hmm. This is new information for me to have to think about. “Well, thank you for telling me.”

He chuckles, walking towards the door. “Yeah, no problem. Hey, tell Sunbeam to put you on the schedule for Friday nights. That’s when EP likes to come.” He teases with a smirk.

I roll my eyes, going back to the shelves in front of me. Good to know. “That candy bar’s old, by the way!”

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[lieslidoo]

The beauty in the mundane Howl Jenkins X Painter!OC

Part 1: an uncharacteristically early start.

this is really not book or movie accurate I just like the characters so like, MAJOR cannon divergence, love y’all. Have mercy on my soul dear reader, for I have not proofread this fic.

Far beyond the bustling coasts of Porthaven and the lush greenery of the folding valley lay the small village of North Bexley. Surrounded by two mountains of admirable size, it stood snugly as if it had always been there, and as far as Agatha Havenglow was concerned, it had. 

Miss Havenglow was perhaps one of the most well known inhabitants of this charming Hamlet. Had you gone to the village folks and asked about her, many of them would have told you that she was a strange young girl who would have been unbearably lonely if it wasn’t for her sister, Emily Havenglow. 

Some of them, more knowledgeable, might show you around the town and point out the many things she had painted : various hanging signs, storefronts, advertisements and the occasional mural. And If you had asked Mr. Tailor, the town’s baker ( who funnily enough married the village tailor’s eldest daughter Ann) he’d tell you she was “too good for this small town” and that  “She ought to leave us for South Bexley”, by which he’d mean that she should leave North Bexley for better, bigger towns and not, as it may seem, the actual town of South Bexley, which has, as of yet, not been located (and nor do I believe it ever will be). He might then point you in the direction of the Havenglow’s home, at the edge of Silverkeep lake more commonly known as North Bexley Orphanage, where our story begins.

On the first day of the month of may, Agatha was getting an uncharacteristically early start to her busy day. She put on the pair of woolen socks Mrs. Havenglow had gifted her for their last birthday and threw her shawl around her shoulders. The dark herringbone floor creaked as she moved to her nightstand and picked up her journal and her charcoal pencil. And, as she had done every morning before, Agatha drew back the green velvet curtains, opened her blinds, sat on the windowsill and started to draw. She drew the camellias and Irises that Her mother loved so much and the arrowwood her sister had cared for, the wrought iron swing that her and Emily bickered over and the wooden one that Mrs. Havenglow had put in next to it in a futile attempt to bring peace to her garden. The small pond that emptied into Silverkeep lake where the children would once go to capture frogs and feed ducks. Everything held a story, a memory and try as she might, she always felt she failed to adequately draw them.

She was hard at work sketching the small tree stump on which she had once twisted her ankle when her door opened and the familiar scent of Emily’s cinnamon basil tea filled her room. “You’re up early today.”

“You’re painfully observant today.”

The girl joined her sister on the windowsill and, with her tea tray in her lap, waited for her twin to finish her drawing. She had learned a long time ago that this was to Agatha what gardening and baking was to her, her way to make sense of the world around her and to safely interact with it, and there was nothing in the world she loved more than watching her draw. After a few minutes, the pencil stopped moving and the handkerchief stopped smudging and there was peace, both in Agatha’s room and mind.

“Are you done?” “Yes.” “Let me see.” She handed her the journal and took one of the warm cups of tea in exchange. “I don’t know how you do it. It’s so…”  “So what?” “So alive.” The artist snorted at her sister’s praise and took back her journal, setting it on her dresser a bit harsher than she normally would have.  “How was the may dew?”  Agatha asked Emily, her voice still rough from sleep. 

She was referring to a strange custom the girls of Bexley had been doing for centuries. On the first morning of may, all young maidens would run out to the nearest prairie and dutifully wash their faces with the morning dew. It was a sight to behold, pretty women, all in their white nightgowns laying on the green grass and waiting for the sun to shine on them away from the hungry gaze of men and the pressures of marriage. 

“It was intimate, and invigorating.” “Did you go with the other girls?” “Of course! Praying is best experienced in the company of your peers.” “And by praying you mean rolling around in a prairie for half a sunrise?” Agatha mocked. Her sister sneered at her and dangled her legs out the window. The air was crisp and the sun was warm. 

“Oh! The bannocks!!” Emily cried out “I thought you had forgotten” “I could never! its tradition.” Agatha laughed at her sister’s earnest response to what she clearly said in jest. Try as she might she could not recall one time where her sister had forgotten a celebration ; be it holiday or name days, she never faulted. The girl handed her a small bun and took hers, raising it towards the sky. “Merry May-Day Aggie” “Merry May-Day lily.” The bread was still warm and smelled of rosemary, lavender and honey. As the bannock touched her mouth, she thought of the village fête tonight and felt a strange sense of trepidation, something that was quite rare in a village where familiarity and predictability were king. “Are you going to say yes tonight?” She asked. “To what?” “To Lawrence, are you going to say yes?” “If he proposes, yes.” Emily stated, sadness burdening her normally sweet voice “There must be something we can do, have you asked Mr. Tailor? he’ll help us, I’m sure.” “He doesn’t have the money. Lawrence is our best solution, our only solution.” There was a moment of silence and Emily braced herself for what she knew her sister would offer. This room had heard this particular argument unfold a myriad of times and for a moment, Emily was saddened that this was probably the last. “We could run.” “Aggie, no.”  “You could open an orphanage where you want, Agatha argued, you don’t need it to be in boring old Bexley” “Well I like boring old Bexley, and I love Havenglow cottage, and I won’t see it go to waste on some rich stuffy old man who will only use it in the summer.” “So you’ll marry a rich stuffy old man instead?” “Lawrence is not old.” He wasn't, not particularly

“No he’s just boring.” He was, most definitely “What a wicked thing to say!” Emily chastised. “A wickedly true thing to say. He’s not worthy of you goose.” “Agatha…” the girl softened at the old nickname, “don't start, please.” “If you just moved away to a city, even for a month,” Agatha started, “I’m sure you could see that Bexley cottage is not the be all, end all of your life, and even if you don’t, I'm sure you could find a better, handsomer, RICHER man to take Lawrence’s place.”

The girl was not wrong. Emily was certainly the most coveted maiden in North Bexley. A born homemaker, she could steal any man’s heart with her baking prowess and her angelic singing voice. Although her heart had, as of yet not been moved by anyone.

“We don’t have a month aggie, and who’ll take care of this place? Who will make sure no children are turned away?”

“We haven’t had a child in 5 years Emily.”

“Then it should happen any day now.”

“Oh for the love of god!”  Agatha exclaimed, snatching her sister’s hand with her own “Promise me, if there’s a possibility, even a small sliver of a chance you could escape this wretched, pathetic excuse for a…”

“Aggie…” Emily warned

“Marriage, you’ll take it. You’ll try.”

“Aggie, its…”

“Please, for me.”

The girl mulled it over and sighed. Emily could never say no to her sister, being the second born, she always felt like Agatha knew best and she had been shown to be right many times before. The eldest Havenglow seemed to have a sharp sense of intuition and often knew something would happen before it did (be it a stranger entering town, an unknown illness falling upon a villager or an unpredicted visitor at the cottage door). When the girls were children, Emily used to swear that Agatha possessed magic powers, but the girl relayed it to having spent all her life in a predictable and boring small community. After all, she reminded herself, sorcerers were few and far between and she would most probably never meet one in her lifetime, so the idea of her being such a creature was absolutely preposterous.

“Fine, I promise. But if by the time of his proposal I don’t have a better, safer option I will say yes, and I will go through with it. And that’s final.”

Agatha considered arguing further but, feeling the time wasn’t quite right, laid her head on Emily’s shoulder and chipped away at her bannocks.

 A heavy silence fell over the room as both of the Havenglow girls ate their breakfast, their linen nightgowns floating in the wind and their feet snuggly kept warm by the impeccable knitwork of the late Mrs. Havenglow.

Hello there, no Howl in this chapter, but lawd he coming. Had to set stuff up :)

[dvoz-alternate]

Run to You pt. 3

werewolf! Joshua x reader

Warnings: fluff, language, slow burning relationship

AN: OC used in fic only appears a few times, (—–) time lapses and pov changes, italics are thoughts/bonded communication

Summary: Graduating from college you moved to a small forest locked town. You aren’t sure why you decide to come here all you know is that you felt pulled to this place. You have heard rumors about the forest, but your need for adventure carries you deeper.

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Previously:

Slowly you pulled yourself away and smiled at what you could assume to be a stunned expression on the gentle beast. Standing you brushed off your pants, “C’mon, I want to see what other interesting things are out here.”

Joshua watched in a daze slightly as you started to wander off. Your touch was addicting and he wanted more of it. Trotting to catch up to you he nudged a hand under his head and onto his back. You only smiled as the two of you walked further into the forest.

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Pulling out your phone as you walked back to the tree bridge you noted that it was almost noon. Turning to look at the sandy colored wolf next to you you smiled. “Thank you for keeping me entertained for the morning, but I need to head into town and look for a job,” you sighed out patting the wolf on the head. Climbing up onto the old tree you started to make your way across before you heard whining. Turning you saw your golden friend giving you what you assumed to be a puppy dog face. You cooed at the face. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” you smiled and gave the wolf a small wave before making your way across the bridge.

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Oh, dude... you have it bad. Hansol came to sit beside the sandy wolf as two sets of amber eyes watched you disappear into the woods. Huffing Joshua looked over at the russet colored wolf, but his eyes gave him away. Joshua thought for a moment before slowly turning his head to look at his brother. She said she was looking for a job... Joshua’s thoughts came out slowly as he was putting it together. Mingyu is still looking for someone to work at the bar right? There was a small pause before Hansol replied to the eager wolf. I- I think so? Why? Standing Joshua started to walk back to the house. I think I might have a way to finally meet her in person. Hansol’s ears twitched hearing the smile in Joshua’s voice but followed him home.

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Entering their home, Hansol went to his room to and Joshua saw a familiar head of dark hair in the kitchen. Leaning against the wall he looked up at the taller wolf. “Hey Mingyu.” The male hummed in response not looking up from his cooking. “Could you do me a favor?” Joshua asked a hint of a pleading tone underneath. Stopping what he was doing Mingyu wiped his hands on a towel before looking at Joshua. “What do you need help with?” “You’re still looking for someone to help at the bar right?” “Are you offering to help?” Mingyu asked raising an eyebrow. “No, no. I was with my mate earlier, and I was maybe sort of hoping you would hire her if she asked for a job?” Joshua played with his fingers before looking up at Mingyu. There was a small pause and it made Joshua slightly nervous. “So, what I’m hearing is you need my help to get your girl in person. Yes?” Mingyu wore a smug grin as he crossed his arms having figured out Joshua. “Yeah something sort of like that...” Joshua trailed off rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll hire her if she comes in, but how are you going to make her want to apply when she doesn’t even know you?” “Well... I’m hoping that if I’m in your bar that the bond will help. I know that she feels it already,” Joshua sighed. Mingyu nodded his head slightly before turning back to the food cooking on the stove. “Don’t worry Josh I’ll help set your mate up at the bar.” “Thanks Mingyu,” Joshua felt his chest lighten slightly at the thought. “Just be ready to head out in an hour.”

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Sitting at the kitchen counter you read over some of the ad-listings while munching on a sandwich hoping to find something in this small town. So far only two jobs really stood out to you. One being the small grocery store where you met Mr. Creepy, and two being a bar a few blocks from where you lived. Truthfully neither of them seemed that appealing. Shoving the last piece of your sandwich you wiped your hands on your jeans. “No time like the present,” you mutter to yourself as you grab the newspaper and your car keys. 

Opening up the door to your pickup you slid into the driver’s seat and tossed the newspaper into the passenger seat. Shifting into drive you pulled out of the gravel drive and headed into town.

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Pulling into the small strip mall parking lot you spotted the mini mart from before. It’s only been a few days since you last saw the oddly attractive yet intimidating man, Kitae. You still had yet to move from your spot and actually go into stores to ask for applications. Why were you stalling? It’s not like someone is going to just offer you a job on the streets right? Pulling the keys from the ignition you finally decided to get this job searching over with. Opening the door you slid out onto the pavement and locked the door behind you. After sliding your keys into your pocket you got the distinct feeling that you were being watched. Lifting your head you looked toward the small bar at the end of the strip. In the window there was already someone drinking, and it’s... you looked at the time on your phone, two pm. Alright then... well you do you I guess. The person in the window seemed oddly familiar, but you were far enough away that the sun cast a glare over the window. Tearing your gaze from the window, glared person you lifted a foot to move in the direction of the mini mart only to stop mid-step. You felt a small tug at the base of your head to turn and walk into the bar. The tug freaked you out slightly, and your first reaction was to slap the base of your head. “Damn, that was hard than I thought,” you winced removing your hand. Shaking your head you forced your lead-like feet to move away from the bar. 

Your eyes stayed on the ground as you walked trying to avoid eye contact with the few people on the sidewalk. Remembering the last time you made eye contact with a stranger you were always left baffled at the fact that they were very attractive. You only stopped looking at the ground when you saw a pair of hiking boots fill your vision.

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The man sitting at the window took a sip from the mug in front of him to hide the smirk that was starting to form on his lips. The good thing about being in town is that it was considered neutral territory for the surrounding packs. Kitae knew this and used it to his advantage multiple times. Dark eyes followed the girls form as she retreated further from the bar.

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“Hey Josh,” Mingyu called from the back room. Joshua hummed a response as he walked to the back to see what Mingyu needed. “Will you run down to the store? I called and made an order since we were running low on things, and they have it ready. Could you go and pick it up?” Mingyu asked wiping his hands on a towel as he stood up to look at his friend. “Yeah, I can do that. You are helping me anyway,” Joshua shrugged. “Thanks man,” Mingyu walked out to the front with Joshua. Moving to the till behind the bar Mingyu took out a couple of bills before handing them to Joshua. Folding them Joshua slid them into his pocket while he headed to the exit. “See you in a few,” Joshua called with a wave over his shoulder. 

It didn’t take long to get the items Mingyu needed. Handing over the bills to the cashier Joshua waited patiently to get the change back before heading back to the bar. Although the wolf inside Joshua was pacing back and forth remembering the one-sided conversation he shared with his mate earlier had him looking out windows all day hoping to get a glimpse of familiarity again. “Have a good day sir,” the cashier smiled at him handing him his items. Joshua gave a small thank you and headed to the exit.

 Opening the door Joshua’s eyes widened in alarm as he almost hit a person with the door. The alarm in his eyes shifted to recognition when peach and vanilla hit his nose. Joshua finally watched as the female lifted her head, and it was you. Joshua smiled down softly at you before he realized that this was probably super awkward. “I, um sorry. Were you going in?” Joshua fumbled moving to hold the door open for you. Mentally he was kicking himself for how stupid he sounded in front of his mate.

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Raising your head you sucked in a short, sharp breath. It was that beautiful man that you unintentionally had a staring contest with from inside your truck. Your brain seemed to short circuit in the close proximity to the man who was holding the door open for you. The only reasonable reaction your mind could form was to giggle at the stutter from nervous looking male. “I don’t remember what I was going into the store for now,” you told him. You couldn’t help but think that these eyes were so familiar to you, and this is your first time having a conversation with this man. 

“You seem familiar,” you mumbled not realizing that you said this out loud until you heard the beautiful sound of the man’s chuckle. “I get that sometimes. I’m Joshua Hong,” he held out the hand that wasn’t holding a bag to you. You gave him a nervous smile but shook his hand nonetheless. “(Y/N) (L/N).” You felt electricity run up your arm as you held the hand of the beautiful stranger.

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Joshua smiled down at your joined hands. He had now figured out not only your name, but also how sparks seemed to fly when you both connected. The wolf that was inside Joshua was purring rather loudly. Joshua covered up the purr with a cough and gave you a sheepish smile, and reluctantly removed his hand from yours. “Well (Y/N), if you have nothing to do today would you allow me to get to know you better?” Giving him a small smile you stepped away from the door, “Lead the way Joshua.”

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Changes: Chapter 9 (the finale)

It’s finished. Finally! Hopefully it’s a satisfying enough ending :) I’m going to make one last post with all the chapter links together and then you’ll finally be done seeing posts on this fic lol

Title: Changes Ship: Sonny x Reader (OC female character)

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Chapter 9: Changes - A life without Sonny feels incomplete. But he can’t possibly feel the same way about you…can he?

Time passes you by slowly. The leaves change colour, the days get shorter and the air gradually turns colder. The tears you cry eventually subside, but sadness still lies just beneath the surface. Your daily back-and-forth to college seems so monotonous. There’s no doubt that you love your job and you are able to slip into your teacher-persona for classes twice a week, yet outside of those hours, you can’t quite seem to shake the feeling that you’re incomplete.

Occasionally, while walking campus or the New York City streets, you may cross paths with some tall man clad in a well tailored suit. Your stomach flips and, for the briefest moment, hope swells inside of you. But each time, you realise that it’s just another stranger.

Oftentimes you find yourself staring at his number on your phone. Though you promised each other that you’d keep in touch, you have never been brave enough to press “send”. Every overthought draft of Hey, how are you? or Hi, how have you been? has been deleted; your mind fabricating some excuse as to why your communication would be unwarranted.

Your self doubt is only compounded by the silence on his end as well. Sonny Carisi is a busy man. His life is consumed by his work; a detective by day and law student by night. Even so, you’ve imagined all the different ways in which you could be there for him: from being an ear when things get rough, to leaping into his arms for a warm embrace whenever he finds success. Fantasies aside, you have convinced yourself that he would have no place in his life for you.

Therefore, time after time, you click off the screen and blink away the tears that threaten to fall over what will never be.

Life continues to drag by and your heart remains heavy. You go to bed at night feeling low, only to wake up the next morning and start all over again. No amount of journal entries can siphon the heartache out of you. It’s hard to continue living this way. So, one evening you do the only thing you can do. With shaky fingers, you grab your phone and dial. You inhale sharply. It rings once, twice and then the line picks up. “Mom?” you whimper.

You pour your heart out over the phone, confessing to her everything about the summer you spent with the Italian detective. You reveal how you’ve fallen for his personality, his compassion, his drive and even the way he saunters around a room. The emotion spills out of you as you confide in your mother. She’s always been your voice of reason and she still is now. The advice she gives you is what you already know deep down inside, but is nevertheless exactly what you need to hear: Tell him how you feel. You have nothing to lose.

You hunch over in bed after hanging up, and stare at Sonny’s number on your screen. You resolve to take a leap of faith. You need to tell him what’s in your heart. You settle it in your mind once and for all before you have the chance to talk yourself out of it. Yet, you’re nervous as hell. How do I do this? you wonder. You can’t hide your fear or emotions behind a text or a call. You need to see him. That way, there will be no ambiguity. You will be able to know whether he feels the same or not. You’ll be able to read it in his gorgeous blue eyes or by the subtle changes in his expression. If he doesn’t feel anything for you, you can at least move on. Regardless of the outcome, the uncertainty needs to end; it needs to stop tearing you up inside.

The next morning you dress carefully, fretting and spending too much time deciding what to wear. You have a class in the afternoon so you need to come across as a professional, but at the same time, you don’t want to approach Sonny looking like you’re about to make a business deal. You want to look good for him – pretty, even. It’s a foolish notion. You’re not a superficial person and you believe that Sonny isn’t either. Besides, he’s already seen you with your hair sticking out in all directions. Still, you choose yourself a nice blouse that matches your eyes and dress pants that hug your curves in just the right way.

The journey back to the 16th precinct is automatic. Your feet remember where to go even though your mind is somewhere else. You step into the elevator and select the button for SVU. Your pulse rises with each floor the elevator climbs. The air feels thick, like you can’t quite breathe. Finally, the lift dings and the doors slide open. It’s hard to take that first step forward. This is it, you think. You’re going to profess your love in front of the entire unit. Should I be doing this? Is this ridiculous? Your heart pounds in your ears as you slowly round the corner into the squad room. It’s now or never.

You’re met with the familiar sounds of ringing phones and idle chatter. Nervously, you scan for Sonny. Your eyes dart frantically around the room. Instead, all they land on is Sgt. Benson; Sonny nowhere in sight. You can feel your face begin to flush as you approach her. Benson says your name affectionately, surprise painted across her features.

“Hi, Sergeant,” you say uneasily, “Have you, uh…Is Son– Detective Carisi here?” You stammer and clasp your hands together in front of you to stop them from shaking.

“Oh,” she responds, “he said he needed the afternoon off today. He already left.” Your heart falls. Benson then takes another long look over you, “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” you choke out. “I, uh – it’s nothing. I gotta go,” you manage, turning to leave. “Nice seeing you again, Sergeant,” you add quickly, then scurry for the safety of the elevator.

To say you are disappointed is an incredible understatement. You desperately push the “close door” button after the elevator lets you in. You feel ashamed. Foolish. You talked yourself into this for nothing. Was it infatuation? The thrill of someone paying attention to you for once? Did you allow yourself to fall in love with someone who didn’t love you back? Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. If it was, he would have been there. Maybe this was fate’s cruel way of telling you to move on.

As you stand outside the police department, a shaky breath escapes your lungs. The cold assaults your hands and you shove them deep inside the pockets of your woolen peacoat. You try to keep the tears at bay as you start down the tall steps. You have to keep going. Afterall, there’s a class to teach and no time for feeling sorry for yourself.

The college lecture hall holds about 100 students, your class filling just over half. There’s a gentle slope to the room that leads from the door to the podium with tabled seats spreading out perpendicular from the aisles. You have the lights dimmed as you give a lecture on the circulatory system within the heart. Every now and again, you pause to write keywords on the blackboard, allowing students to focus on their importance. It is one of those very moments when your back is turned, that you hear the click of the door at the back of the room. Immediately, it ticks you off. There’s only a half-hour left to the session and some kid decides to come in late? Talk about irresponsible!

You’re about to deliver a covert passive aggressive remark, but as you turn around, you’re instead rendered speechless. Your tongue sticks in your mouth and your heart seems to stop beating. There is no mistaking who has joined your lecture. He quietly takes a seat in the very last row, distinctly at least a head taller than the other students around him. Those expressive eyebrows you had missed so much, raise when his eye catches yours. You look down briefly, smiling to yourself before continuing the lecture.

He observes you intently as you walk your students through the lecture material. All summer you had watched him excel in his domain. Now, he could finally see you shine in yours.

The next half hour flies by and you conclude, dismissing the class. Students pack up and shuffle out. One pupil however, remains seated until the very last student leaves. He then gets up and makes his way to the front of the room. You can now fully discern his attire as he comes closer into view: A camel coat with a crisp white shirt underneath. No vest. No tie. Just a few buttons left undone near the collar. It’s a different look than you were used to but one that’s positively handsome.

“Yourra really great teacher,” he calls to you, long strides drawing him nearer. 

“Thanks,” you say, beaming. “But…what are you doing here?”

“Well,” he begins, now standing in front of you. A sideways smile is etched across his lips. “I took the afternoon off wantin’ to sit in on a lecture. I had heard about this really great course ‘n wanted to see if it would be the one for me.”

Your knees become weak. “And?” you question, raising an eyebrow.

“I really enjoyed it and never wanna miss out on it again,” he smiles, eyes crinkling with affection. Your heart flutters in your chest, beating a mile a minute. “Oh, and I don’t like admitting that I was textin’ in class, but a message from Sarge came through sayin’ you were down at the precinct lookin’ for me?”

You swallow hard. “Yeah,” you say vulnerably, “I was looking for you, too.” You pause, gathering your courage. “I really miss you, Sonny.”

His smile grows. “I really miss you too,” he reveals without hesitation.

Despite his statement, you feel compelled to explain yourself. “I know we didn’t start out on the best terms at the beginning of the summer, but I…really grew to like you.” The feelings you harbour finally come tumbling out. “I enjoy being in your company so, so much and I don’t…I don’t want to lose out on that.”

You stare up into Sonny’s swirling blue eyes. They’re so kind and gentle. Those eyebrows you once found to be so disgruntled, are softened just for you. The voice you had thought boisterous, is low and calm. Even the swagger you initially considered pompous is simply confident and charming. But one of the best surprises has come from just getting to know him. Sonny is one of the most sincere and considerate people you have ever met. The way he looks at you with genuine affection and respect causes your stomach to feel like it’s filled with a thousand butterflies.

How do you tell him all this, though? How do you say I love you? But as you stand there in front of him and his smiling eyes, you understand that he already knows.

“I don’t wanna lose you either,” he speaks softly. There are tears forming in your eyes because you finally know that he feels the same way. Sonny’s gaze begins to flicker down towards your lips. “May I?” he whispers, but you’re already responding with a gentle nod.

Sonny carefully cups your face in his hands and brings his head down to place a tender kiss upon your lips. You close your eyes and lift your hands, finding purchase on his chest.

You are completely transfixed by his soft lips on yours. A warm tingle spreads from your toes to your heart, seemingly lifting you up with it. You lean further into Sonny’s kiss before you eventually part. His fingers run tenderly along your arms, taking your hands in his.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been wantin’ to do that, doll,” he smiles, accent deepening.

“Same here,” you grin. Your eyes linger on one another for a moment longer, before you turn to gather your belongings.

Sonny collects your coat and helps you into it. “Wanna grab some dinner?” he suggests.

“I’d love that,” you answer, smiling again.

Then Sonny offers you an outstretched hand. You happily accept, his fingers interlacing with yours as you make your way out of the lecture hall.

No, you didn’t expect that this is where you’d end up in your life – that a little summer job could open your eyes to so much and to so many wonderful people. You never knew that you would end up going through so many changes. Most importantly however, you never could have foreseen that your little summer job would lead you to fall in love with someone who had fallen in love with you too.

(Apr. 22: Now continued as part of a series. Part 2 here)

Notes:  This is the first multi-chapter fic that I’ve sought through to completion. And while I have put off other, probably more important tasks to do so, it still feels like a significant accomplishment. It’s not an elaborate or polished fic by any means, but that’s the beauty of fanfiction: readers are generally already aware of the world and characters, allowing authors to focus more on feelings rather than needing to fully describe every little detail.

I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading this and I’m extremely thankful if you made it to the end. You don’t know how much I appreciate seeing the notes on here. It makes me smile knowing you took time out of your day to read my stuff. Thank you! <3

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Eres Mía // Zabdiel de Jesús

Zabdiel de Jesus x OC

Fluff I guess, Zabdi just want some attention from his girl.

Enjoy!

“Trinidad was amazing and I’ve got so much to show you guys.The vibes,la comida,everything!” She smiles at the camera on her iPad.

“I didn’t text you back Joel because mi teléfono esta muerto.” She shrugs “also I couldn’t find my charger so I had to go get a new one this morning but ya girl had work to do and so I didn’t put my phone on the charger until about fifteen minutes ago.”

She was no stranger to the cncowners that popped up on her lives or in her comments at times so when it started going crazy once they realized Joel was in there she only laughs.Amará first met the guys during La Banda,it was the summer before she started university and she wanted some hands on experience as well as some extra cash if she wanted to get the apartment she had her eyes on.With her knowledge of both audio and visual tech she had found herself apart of the sound crew but mainly under Eddie. Amará met a lot of people that summer but the ones she had become closest to were the ones that would go on to be known as CNCO.

She had helped with the production of their first album and a couple of their photo shoots and videos as well before she took a break to focus on finishing school.Even with how busy they were,they always somehow managed to make their friendship last but for one it had become something more.In the beginning it was more so an open relationship.She knew with the career he had that there would always be temptation especially for those long nights on the road and given the fact that she was a year older Amará didn’t want to stop him from experiencing life.

Their age gap wasn’t big but life had made her way more mature for someone who was almost twenty three.They had this open relationship for a year and a half before he told her that he only wanted her.No more sharing just the both of them and here they are today.In a relationship that only the ones closest to them knew about. Amará didn’t have much family(that she knew) but she still hadn’t told them.

It wasn’t that she was ashamed of Zabdiel,far from it but she knew how vindictive her aunt could get,how her cousins behaved and not to mention that one aunt who always went after everybody’s man.She wasn’t ready to throw him into all that just yet.

Zabdiel however had introduced her to his mother as “his future wife” before they had even started dating and so she was well acquainted with his family.She thanked god that she’d taken up a minor in modern languages and linguistics because she’d be lost when trying to communicate.

Zabdiel didn’t care for the small age gap. Amará had fell into his lap -Joel and Yoandri were fucking around backstage and she tripped on one of the wires landing straight with her ass on his lap- and he couldn’t get the thought of how you fit perfectly with him out of his mind. She gave him space to grow and learn and it was just one of the many things he admired about the woman. Amará didn’t need him financially,an independent woman to the fullest but there was something so sexy to him about a woman who had her shit together and didn’t rely on or cling to him.

Even though she didn’t cling,Amará always texts him throughout the day occasionally and the only text he had gotten was the one letting him know that she was back in Miami and tired as fuck.His calls went straight to voicemail and his texts unanswered and if he’s being honest he was feeling neglected.He hasn’t seen her in a month and all he wants is her attention even if just for a moment.

Grabbing the first shirt he sees,Zabdiel throws it on.Phone and wallet in pocket and keys in his hand, he locks his apartment and makes his way to the parking garage.The drive to her place isn’t long and he’s soon parking in her driveway.He uses the key she’d given him to get in.Zabdiel kicks his shoes off by the front door before he’s venturing off to find his girlfriend.

Amará is still busy answering questions and chatting when she first hears his voice but dismisses it as her just missing him.The guys gotten back from DR a couple days ago and they had studio sessions today from what Richard had told her when she ran into him and his daughter.The music she was playing wasn’t loud but she certainly didn’t hear her front door nor her bedroom door open and so when Zabdiel comes in calling out “mamita” she jumps,knocking her empty cup over in the process.

“Dios mío! Don’t do that shit!”

“I wouldn’t have to if you’d replied to my texts or answered my calls.” He states with his hands on his hips before he’s leaning over as she looks up at him.Eyes focused on her lips he huffs when his comes into contact with her palm.

“Babyyyyyy,” he whines which Amará finds adorable as he rarely ever behaves like this.

“Don’t bend anymore into frame or we’re both in deep shit.”

“Pero quiero un beso.”

“I’m on live,you’ll get a kiss after.” One look at her screen and she could see her comments going crazy.

Who is that?

Sounds like Zabdi

Who’s she talking to?

She has a boyfriend?

“Quiero un beso ahora.” He pouts and she finds herself wanting to give in but she knew that they couldn’t risk it especially since they hadn’t spoken to his management about going public.

“You will..when I’m done with this live.” Zabdiel stands to his full height and crosses his arms over his chest then huffs and sits next to her but out of the cameras view and waits until she’s deep into whatever she’s talking about before he’s quickly pushing her onto her back and gripping both her hands in one of his and holding them above her head while settling himself in between her partially spread thighs.

“Dame mi beso,” Zabdiel demands again and she can only look at him like he’s lost his damn mind.He doesn’t give her time to deny him again as he presses his lips to hers.Zabdiel sighs contentedly and presses one to her cheek then her lips that he pecks continuously until he feels her reciprocating.

The all too familiar coconut flavor of her plump lips and her womanly scent was what he needed after a long day and maybe some cuddles.It was like he was the waves in the ocean because no matter how many times they’ve kissed the shoreline they couldn’t stop coming back and he never wanted that feeling to fade.

“Was that so hard?” Is whispered against her lips as he finds himself pulling away even though he’d rather not.

“I’m making sure Clara knows this is all your doings and I’m just a victim.” He feels her pout and he chuckles softly and sits up pulling her with him.

“It’s not like they saw anything,some legs but that’s about it.Plus I already spoke to her about it and she said it was up to me.” He shrugs nonchalantly.

“So you just expose us like that?” She says playfully and he just shrugs.

“There was only two more minutes left though,we’ll handle it later but can we please go to bed? I need cuddles and head rubs.”

Amará sighs and leans over pecking her boyfriend’s lips.She stands and extends her hand to him pulling him towards the bed.She climbs in and waits for him to strip out of his shirt before he’s joining her.

For some reason Zabdiel found it most comfortable sleeping between her legs,one hand up her shirt -if she wore one- holding a breast,the other one a pillow for his head as she played with his hair or rubbed his head softly.It put him at ease and lulled him to sleep like the sweetest lullaby he’s ever heard.

“What’s understood between the two of us doesn’t need to be explained to anyone else.If they assume whatever then so be it.At the end of the day, soy tuyo y eres mía.

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Strangers (Jason Todd x Female OC): Chapter 2

TRIGGERS: Cursing, some domestic abuse, mention of wanting to die, attempted mugging/assault, mentions of drugs

Author’s Note: Sorry it took so long to post this one, I’ll do better I swear!

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Jason

It was 5 o’clock on Wednesday, and Jason found himself laughing along with Rachel and a few other students from his World Literature class in the library at Gotham Community College. The group took up one of the large tables on the second floor, and they were surrounded by other groups working in a similar manner on various coursework.

The group was engrossed in gossip regarding some of the other students in their Literature class, many of whom Jason didn’t even know. He relished in the stories and rumors being shared by his classmates, who were trying to have some lighthearted fun after the two hours of work they put into their research assignments. Although he didn’t particularly like gossip, Jason was nosy and didn’t see the harm in joining in on such a *normal* college activity.

“I can’t believe Bryant got away with that!” Chelsea, one of Rachel’s more boisterous friends, snickered into her palm. The group was talking quietly to avoid any eavesdroppers, but every now and then one of them would crack up and become a little too loud. “You know he almost dropped out of high school because of that, right? We were in the same classes together senior year, and we were all sure he would get caught. I didn’t even see him around campus until recently, and I don’t even know if he was at graduation-“

Jason tuned her out, glancing around the library to the clock on the wall closest to his table. He would probably stay another hour before he needed to leave. He had work for a different class to finish before patrol tonight, and didn’t want to have to wake up early the next morning to finish it. His eyes traveled down the wall to one of the individual cubbies against the wall, where his gaze fell on the back of a familiar head. It was the quiet girl who sat next to him in class.

His eyes raked down her body, taking in her light blue jeans and trendy brown leather jacket. She was wearing a jacket again, on another warm day.

Rachel nudged Jason, pulling his eyes away from the girl as her hand flew across her notebook not thirty feet from where he sat.

“That’s the girl from our class, right?” He asked Rachel quietly, motioning to the girl in question with his head. “The one who sits next to me?”

“I think so.” Rachel followed his nod, her eyes landing on the girl’s back. “I don’t know her very well.”

“No one does.” Sam cut in, noticing the pair eyeing the girl writing like a madman in her notebook. “She’s hot, but never hangs with anyone.”

“I’ve had a couple classes with her.” Chelsea whispered, her eyes never leaving the new topic of conversation. “Her name’s Rian, she’s weird. Quiet, doesn’t really socialize with any of us. Thinks she’s above it all, you know, all this college stuff. I never see her at, like, parties or bars or anything, I don’t even think she lives on campus.”

“Snooty.” Rachel added, her eyes trailing along Jason’s face. Her mouth twitches when she sees the interest he’s taken in Rian.

His eyes were drawn to her, out of pity or curiosity he isn’t sure. She sits next to him in class, (well, her bag does), and he still hasn’t had a single conversation with her. The only reason he knows what her voice sounds like is because she sometimes answers questions in class, but only when she’s called on. She never volunteers information. She’s guarded, something Jason sympathizes with.

“Jason?” Chelsea snapped her fingers in his face to gain his attention. “Are you with me?”

“Sorry, yeah.” He muttered, blue eyes reluctantly leaving Rian. “I just- never mind.”

As if on cue, Jason’s phone vibrated on the table next to his hand. He glanced at it quickly; a message from Dick.

“Shit.” He mumbled, opening the lengthy message. Dick was never one to be brief. “I have to go,” Jason started packing his things, standing quickly as he typed a response to Dick. Apparently Tim found a lot of information about the drug lords and Bruce wanted everyone at the house ASAP to brief them for a raid. If they could pull this off, it would stop a large shipment of laced heroin from entering the streets, and prevent a lot of overdoses and potential addictions. “Thanks for inviting me, this was fun.” He flashed a quick smile at the group, his eyes landing on a disappointed Rachel. “I’ll see you on Friday?”

She gave him a small nod and a shy wave as he rushed out of the library, grateful he brought his motorcycle today.

It was going to be a long night.

Rian

Rian was frantically trying to finish her statistics homework at the Gotham Community College library before returning to her apartment, where she was sure her boyfriend of three years, Riley, would be waiting. Although the couple hadn’t officially moved in together, he basically lived with her. Rian didn’t mind in the beginning of their relationship, but the past year had turned volatile as an uneasy tension settled between the two young adults.

He became paranoid. Controlling. Distrusting. Everything he swore he would never become after witnessing a violent upbringing on behalf of his alcoholic father. It started with small actions; questioning the “appropriateness” of Rian’s outfits, asking her to make him dinner before work because he was too tired; and eventually turned into more problematic actions; grabbing Rian’s arm too hard during arguments, prohibiting her from leaving her apartment to see friends without him, controlling every aspect of her life.

Riley would berate her, accuse her of cheating on him, accuse her of thinking she was better than him. He would throw her around the apartment like a rag doll, releasing his pent-up anger and aggression and frustrations. He would leave trails of bruises along her arms and torso from his outbursts, and sometimes from the sex he would force her to have with him after. He was slowly becoming his father, and Rian were helpless to save him from it.

She initially stayed with him because she thought he could be saved, but now she stayed with him out of fear and shame. Over time, Rian began to believe the things he said, even though she knew better. Even if she left, as he often suggested sarcastically, what would she do? Where would she go? She was a shell of a person now, a black-and-white copy of the person she used to be. He had broken her, and she was stuck in a cycle of violence and unhappiness she couldn’t escape from.

The only joy in her life was her love of fashion, books, and writing. She was lucky to hold a part-time work-from-home job as a junior assistant editor for the Gotham Chronicle. It didn’t pay much, but it allowed her to pay some of her rent with a little money left over for groceries. Rian was fortunate to hold a generous scholarship from Gotham Community College, which helped pay the remainder of her rent in addition to her classes and course materials. As her final year at Gotham began, Rian feared what she would do after graduating. She didn’t have any money saved up, and Riley would sooner chain her to their bed than let her get another part-time job somewhere.

Rian’s mind drifted further from her homework, but a series of giggles behind her chimed in her ear. It was a group of students from her World Literature class, and she was sure they were laughing at her. She only had a few classes with the notorious Chelsea Rosa, and never did anything to upset her, but Rian knew from the disgusted look on Chelsea’s face anytime the two girls were in the same room that she hated her. Chelsea probably hated how Rian always sported perfect hair and makeup, and meticulously planned her outfits every Sunday night for the following week. Chelsea probably hated the facade Rian hid behind to hide her insecurities and toxic relationship with Riley. Rian wished she didn’t care, she wished she didn’t let it gnaw at her insides anytime she saw Chelsea, but it did. Rian couldn’t fight it, and just like her relationship with Riley, she was helpless to change it.

Rian risked a glance over her shoulder at the table of five students, all of whom were definitely looking at her. Most turned their heads when they saw her notice them. Rachel, Sam, Joaquin, Yesenia. The only one who held Rian's gaze was Chelsea.

Rian turned away quickly. She was definitely done with her homework now. She glanced at her phone as she began quietly packing her bag. It was almost six o’clock; she should have been on her way home twenty minutes ago.

Rian sped through the library toward the main doors as she mentally cursed herself for not setting a timer. Riley expected her to make dinner for him every night, something he subconsciously learned from his years as a child observing his parents. He expected her to be back from classes by six o’clock, seven at the very latest before his shift at the Gotham docks.

Riley was a few years older than Rian, but never attended college. He chose instead to work as a security guard at the docks, taking extra shifts at night to earn more money. He would always throw that factor in Rian’s face, claiming he needed the extra money to take her out to eat and buy her new clothes and makeup. She never asked him to do any of these things, but again he learned them from watching his parents. His father was the family breadwinner, and although he showered Riley’s mother with gifts, everything came at a price. He expected Rian to give him anything he wanted; dinner, massages, sex; in return for these hollow gifts. Empty sentiments to their toxic relationship.

Rain began to lap against the concrete beneath Rian’s heels as she hurried across campus. She opened Uber on her phone, hoping to catch a nearby driver to get her to the apartment as quickly as possible. Just as she began to type in her address, wiping the screen dry from the rain with the sleeve of her new brown jacket, the screen went black.

Rian stared at the rectangle in her hands with disbelief. Did it really have to die now? She swallowed hard, fear rising in the pit of her stomach as she started running toward her apartment. She needed to get there, and she needed to get there fast.

Raindrops pelted her face as she hurried through the desolate streets of Gotham. Bad things happened in Gotham to women who traveled alone at night, yet here she was. She partly hoped some thug would stop her, end her miserable existence to prevent her from returning home to Riley. It was a twisted thought, but it settled her nerves with its realism.

Rian scolded herself for staying at the library too late. She just wanted to finish her homework, she was so close. And there would be no finishing it when she arrived home, not with Riley there. Even after he left for work, she was usually too emotionally and physically drained to do much of anything. Dr. Cortez cancelling his Wednesday class presented Rian with the perfect opportunity to catch up on her statistics class.

She hurried into her apartment building twenty-five minutes later, darting passed the broken elevator to the staircase to climb the eleven flights to her apartment.

11F. That was her.

Rian sighed as she stuck her key in the lock on the green door, dreading the fuming man on the other side.

“You’re home late, babe.” Riley commented coldly the second she closed the front door behind her, locking it against intruders. He was perched on the couch, watching a Bruce Willis movie on her TV.

“I got caught in the rain.” Rian muttered feebly, dropping her wet bag at her side. “And my phone died so I couldn’t call an Uber.”

Riley turned his head to watch her with distant eyes as she removed her jacket, hanging it on the small coat rack next to the door. Rian brushed her sopping wet hair over her shoulder, hoping to keep herself busy as Riley sized her up.

“What do you want to eat?” She asked quietly, opening the refrigerator. “We have…” Her green eyes scanned the barren shelves, cursing herself again for wasting time at the library instead of grocery shopping. Her eyes scanned over the half-eaten bag of lettuce, various condiments, tubs of hummus, and very old Chinese takeout before she remembered the box of pasta she kept stashed on top of the refrigerator. “I can make pasta if you want? Before you have to leave?” Rian had been saving that pasta for a special meal for herself when Riley would be working all weekend, but she lacked the right ingredients to make the meal and she could always buy more when she eventually went to the store.

She glanced at the clock above the stove. Riley usually left around eight o’clock, sometimes nine or ten depending on which shift he took. Tonight she was sure he was supposed to leave at eight, and she hoped he would leave earlier. He was already wearing his uniform, confirming her suspicions.

“We’re out of sauce.” He stated coldly, rising slowly from his seat on the couch. “How am I supposed to eat pasta without any sauce?”

Rian froze. She knew what was going to happen before it did. This happened hundreds of times before. It was her fault she didn’t go shopping, and Riley wasn’t going to let that go. He would belittle her and berate her, maybe hit her or push her down. She would apologize profusely until he was through fighting with her. Sometimes she would fight back, but those outbursts became less frequent, as she knew she would never win.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think-“

“You never do, do you?” He scolded, walking toward her as she cowered away from him. “You never think about anyone else, even your own boyfriend. I take care of you, right? I take you out to eat, buy you nice things, support your desire to get an education even though it’s a waste of time,” He sneered the last part and Rian swallowed hard. “And yet you can’t make me a good dinner. I never fucking eat well because you never care to make me dinner. It’s fucking unbelievable.”

Rian stays quiet, squeezing her eyes closed as Riley approaches. It’s futile to try to reason with him.

“You have to be the most selfish bitch I’ve ever met.” He continued as he brushed passed her, grabbing his jacket as he unlocked the apartment door. “I’ll be back in a couple hours, you better have that pasta ready.”

He slammed the door loudly, and Rian released the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. That interaction had gone better than most, but she knew she had to go to the store to buy his pasta sauce before it closed. If he returned to no dinner… she shuddered at the memory of all the foundation she had to use to hide her black eye the last time this happened.

Rian grabbed her wet coat from the rack, counting down from 100 in her head before leaving to avoid seeing Riley in the lobby. It was going to be a long night.

The corner convenience store five blocks from her building was fortunately still open as Rian rushed inside, frantically looking through the pasta and chip aisle for Riley’s favorite pasta sauce. She found it after a few minutes, finally allowing herself to relax as she cashed out with Mrs. Chen, the kind older woman who owned the store.

“Pasta sauce at this hour?” She asked, offering Rian a kind smile.

“It’s an emergency.” Rian smiled back at her as she was handed her change.

“Must be.” Mrs. Chen muttered before turning to the only other shopper in the store. “Need help? We’re closing soon.”

The man grunted in response, and Rian felt his eyes on her as she retreated to the door. Rian ignored the dread that filled her stomach, the hairs standing up on the back of her neck as she rushed into the rain.

She only had two blocks before she would be safely in her apartment. Well, as safe as she could be knowing Riley would be returning later. She was practically running across the vacant streets, not a soul in sight.

As Rian passed the laundromat where she brought her laundry, she felt a pair of hands grab her waist. She was hauled into an alleyway before she knew what was happening.

“Easy there, shortcake.” A burly voice sounded in her ear. A dirty hand clasped down on Rian's mouth as she tried to kick her assailant, struggling in his grasp. The smell of cigarettes and cheap beer filled her nostrils, the rain intensifying the rancidness. “Where are you off to at such a late hour?”

She squirmed, determined to break free. She had to make that pasta, or worse things would happen to her. Or maybe this was the reprise Rian was wishing for. Maybe this man would end her life and none of her panic even mattered. No more Riley, no more pain, no more hurting. But that wasn’t an option. Rian may have been broken down by Riley, but she was still a fighter, and this wasn’t how she planned on dying.

The thug removed his hand from Rian’s mouth to pull the plastic bag from her hand, the bag containing the pasta sauce for Riley. Rian found her opportunity to scream, to beg someone for help. She screamed as loud as she could, her vocal cords straining against her throat as she tried to wiggle herself free.

The man tightened his grip on Rian’s waist, his hand inching lower and lower toward her pelvis. She kicked him again, and he finally released her. Rian fell to the ground with an unsuspecting thud, catching herself against the wet pavement with her hands. Her palms burned from the impact, but she forced herself up, trying desperately to stand.

Before she could get herself upright, she felt the man’s hands grab one of her legs to drag her back toward him. Rian kicked, cried out, squirmed around. Anything to get free. Her fight-or-flight instinct kicked in. She had to get away.

She could hardly see the man in the dark, but she was kicking and struggling and doing anything she could to free herself.

In an instant his hands released her leg, and Rian took the opportunity to crawl away. She could hear grunting behind her, but the rain was too loud to make out what was happening. It sounded like fighting, as if someone had finally come to her rescue.

Rian didn’t glance back, instead making her escape. She ran as fast as she could in her heels in the direction of her apartment building, only stopping to catch her breath when she was safely inside the building with the door locked behind her.

Rian’s legs ached; her palms itched; and she could feel a migraine start to push against her skull. She gasped for breath, thoroughly grateful for her escape. That someone, or something, saved her. Maybe things would be okay.

As her heart began to settle, she remembered the pasta sauce. Still in its bag. Still in the alley. Panic began to rise in her chest. This wasn’t over.

Jason

“This’ll teach you to harass people, you old fuck.” Jason landed another punch to the degenerate as he struggled in Jason’s grasp. Jason had found him attacking some screaming woman while he was on his way home after leaving the Batcave. She was lucky he was too tired to patrol, or she would have been on her own. She was a fighter though, he saw her kicking and screaming at her assailant.

She crawled away before Jason could help her, but that was probably for the best. He didn’t have it in him to comfort another distraught Gothamite. He just wanted to change out of his wet clothes and take a hot shower.

As Jason left the man unconscious and handcuffed in the alley, tagged with a tracker for Tim and Dick to pick up on their way through, his mind wandered to Rachel. What if something like this happened to her? Or one of her friends? Would he be there to help them? And what if he was too late?

Jason shook his head. This was another reason he couldn’t get too close to people. Gotham was a dangerous city, and almost every citizen had their run-in with a criminal or two. Some lived to see another day, and some did not. He couldn’t worry about protecting everyone he cared about; there were more important things happening.

Jason grappled to the top of a nearby building, removing his helmet to let the rain wash away the sweat and stress from the past few hours. The meeting with Bruce had been too long. There were no viable ways to prevent the drugs from entering the city, and Bruce wouldn’t allow any of the boys to involve themselves until he had a solid plan with reliable back-up. But they were running out of time. By tomorrow, the drugs could already be in the city. The weight of that realization settled unpleasantly on Jason’s shoulders, making it hard for him to focus on anything else.

He was about to run toward the next rooftop, two blocks from his apartment, when slight movement under one of the streetlights below caught his attention. He pulled his helmet back on, cursing whoever it was walking through the streets. He didn’t have it in him for another attack. Maybe he would leave this one to Dick when he finally arrived to pick up the unconscious thug.

He peered over the edge of the building, watching in disbelief as a small figure tentatively peeked into the alley he had just vacated. He instantly recognized her as the same woman who was being attacked moments before.

The woman used her phone flashlight as she carefully stepped back into the alley. She didn’t appear to realize her assailant was slumped against the wall near her, unconscious thanks to the Red Hood. When the woman stumbled on a plastic bag, she crouched down. Jason watched curiously as she opened the wet bag. He used his helmet to zoom in on her, his night vision allowing him to see almost perfectly in the dark.

She pulled out a shard of broken glass covered in a dark, thick liquid. He saw her hands trembling as she dropped the shard, bringing one hand to her face as she backed away from the scene. She stumbled out of the alley, now illuminated by the streetlight as she stuck her wet hands deep into the pockets of her brown leather jacket.

Jason recognized that jacket, and taking another look at her, recognized her jeans and boots too. He studied the top of her head, realizing it was the same head of dark (now very wet) hair that occupied the seat next to him.

It was Rian.

[auspicious-lilana]

Ultimate Spiderman (Peter Parker x Stark! OC x Sam alexander x Danny Rand)

Summary: When people hear 'Maya Stark' everyone would think about the perfect, smart. good looking, rich, student body president of Midtown High.Nobody but her childhood friend Peter Parker AKA Spider-Man and her new team of heroes. Ava, Sam, Danny, and Luke AKA  white tiger, Nova, Iron fist, and Power Man knows about her secret of being Queen's very own Mistress, soon to be ULTIMATE Mistress

Part 1 

“I know you're out there you wall-crawling menace! It is the duty of every New Yorker to report the actions of these masked miscreants. So listen up: As long as J. Jonah Jameson is CEO of Daily Bugle Communications, I won't rest until New York has seen the last of Spider-Man!”  I rolled my eyes as the mentioned spiderman webbed the screen Jonah’s face was just on. 

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 Other kids I know start their day with orange juice. Us? We- well not Mistress- get yelled at by a 100-foot tall cranky pants. Where’s a little love for the spider-guy? I'm down here with Mistress everyday trying the best we can at this hero routine. It's not easy to learn the ropes by yourself-expect Mistress who gets trained by Mr.Iron Man- Let's face it, introduction to super heroing isn't a high school elective. Speaking of school, I still have to pick a cake for Aunt May before first period. Then its hang time with our best pals MJ and Harry. And maybe a nap between classes.  But first we gotta save that cop from a skidding car.

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I was quick to act and quickly sent a force field to stop the car from crashing into the bakery. Oh, I knew fully well Pe- Spiderman had to pick up that cake for Aunt May. 

“I’m starting to think Jameson is wrong about you two, spider, Mistress!” 

“Spread the word Chief!” Spidey yelled back from the building he was gripping on to and I floated beside before we landed down a roof to see Trapster.

“Heya bug brain and the wicked witch of the west, I knew that had to draw you two out” 

“Nice to see you too Trapster” I replied sarcastically rolling my eyes. We’ve been heroes here in Queens for about a year and we fought this guy THREE times already, All being a complete fail. Let's skip forward all the gross stuff (yes I mean the slime thing, that is one thing I don’t ever want to mention AGAIN) 

“This is when I leave the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man note? Can I borrow a pen?” The Villain's eyes widen in terror but no spidey/magic sense? This is new. I said before the both of us paused the show.

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Let us explain the whole spidey sense or Magic sense for Mistress thing. 

It's like an early warning system that kicks in whenever there's a danger to happen.

And maybe it's on blink 

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Spiderman began knocking on his head. 

“Hello? This thing on?” I facepalmed at his ridiculous strategy. If there is no spidey/magic sense and the Villain is in terror it only means one thing...

“Spider-Man, Mistress” S.H.I.E.L.D. of course. We turned around to see Nick Fury stepping out of his helicarrier. Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. That's the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division. Or as Spider-Man would put it, The super spies.

“You super spies make an appointment to sneak up on hardworking superheroes?” I mentally sighed as I didn’t want to seem unprofessional and ruin the whole great magic Sorceress image but really Spider-Man? Really? 

“Kid” Nick pointed at the mess Spiderman had done-yes spiderman cause I went off somewhere to do an errand while he took care of it- in the process of stopping Trapster. “We got to talk. No one's saying you stop the bad guy but look around you. Is this the way Captain America would've done it? Cap could have stopped Trapster within 5 seconds. You took 3 minutes. With lots of collateral damage.”  Yeah, Uncle Steve would’ve finished this job in 5 seconds, exactly why I was trained by him. It could’ve been faster if I had joined in but Spidey-boy here would’ve been regretting big time later. 

“We-”

“You mean you, I took no part in this” 

“Fine. I do a good job!” 

“For a clueless rookie” 

“Yeah- huh?” I shook my head at my partner. Don’t take this the wrong way! I knew Peter since I first started school and I love him and all- as a friend- but even I can be done with his idiotic ways. 

“Look, everyone starts out clueless. Even Iron Man back when he was a novice. But he learned. Eventually. What would you say if I can help turn eventually into right now for Spider-Man and Mistress?”  I’m not surprised Dad was a novice once since he cracks jokes in battles right now but he knows when to be serious, and when to be not...also cause I may or may not witnessed his first mess-up when he tried out his suit back when I was what? 6? 7?

“Heh. I knew it. You want me to buy a line of self-help books. Not interested. Besides, I'm tapped out till payday so if we're all done here I'm gonna…” 

“I’m serious, Peter Parker, Maya Stark”  you may not see but I raised my eyebrow under my mask before Spiderman or now Peter turned to him confused. 

“You know?”  If that isn’t the stupidest thing to ask a super spy then I might as well go shave my hair. 

“Everything. Super spy, remember?”   

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Don’t tell me another flashback

You know it, Maya. Anyways Growing up with Uncle Ben and Aunt May,and being friends with Maya was a pretty typical childhood. Until the radioactive spider bite and Maya getting kissed by some butterfly that had potion on it. After came the powers and that terrible night I-

We. Peter. We. 

Right WE lost Uncle Ben. That was when we made a promise to do something good with the hand of fate dealt us. Things  I wouldn't joke about even if I knew how.

Which brings us to what we are now

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“With great power comes great responsibility. Good words from a good man” I looked down. Even if Uncle Ben wasn’t really my Uncle, he still treated me like I was his niece whenever I came over to Peter’s. 

“Uncle Ben was the best,” I saw Spiderman look away glaring at the sidewalk. 

“It's been what? A year now?” 

 “It would’ve been his birthday today” I sadly mentioned as I looked down at my brown boots that seemed more interesting at the moment. 

“You two honored it doing what you do. Now I'm offering you the chance to do better. To really learn about responsibility.” 

“Translation?” Spidey asked growing curious I'm guessing since he’s now looking at Nick. 

“I want to S.H.I.E.L.D. train you to be a better Spider-Man and Mistress. The Ultimate Spider-Man and Mistress”

 “And how Ultimate is Ultimate?” I saw Trapster running away behind Nick but before I could do anything Nick had shot his gun high hitting a pole which knocks down on Trapster knocking him out.

 “That Ultimate”

“Sweet”

 “Cool,” Soon Peter’s phone rang and he checked to see it was MJ calling. 

“Seems I got to put my Ultimate phone into Ultimate vibrate, hehe” 

“Your tech needs to upgrade” Nick placed a new web shooter on Peter’s wrist. “S.H.I.E.L.D. tech guys developed this next-gen web shooter”

 “Too big, too clunky” Nick stuck his hand out. “I didn’t say no”  That obviously meant he liked it but had too much of an ego to admit it.

“With your talent and my training, you can learn to be a better heroes. The next Cap, the next Iron Man, one of the greats” I’m pretty used to people saying  I would be the next Iron Man or Tony Stark since I am his only daughter or family but I can tell by the way Peter’s eyes shined, he was more than honored to hear it but again hid it with a ‘cool’ act. 

“Thanks for the offer, but I'm not allowed to talk to strangers. Have a nice life okay. Cool?”  Peter swung away as Nick and I shook our heads.

“Teenagers” 

“Correction. Teenage boys” Nick nodded before turning to me.

“How about you kid?” 

“I’m in. I guess, seeing how dad would try to get me to agree with the offer either way so I can follow his footsteps to become an avenger of the next generation” 

“Good choice. Let's go” 

“Wait. now?” 

“Yes.” 

“But I need to get this cake to peter” I brought the cake out from a place I kept it in during the fight with Trapster. 

“I’ll get Coulson to pass it to him after his classes” 

“Wait a sec” I quickly did a summoning spell getting paper and pen and wrote a note for him. “Give him this too” 

“Okay. we must get going now” I nodded as I boarded the Helicarrier.

***

Peter unlocked his locker to see a note drop out. He looked at it confused before opening it. 

Hey, Peter! 

I won't be coming to school today as I decided I would say yes to Nick’s offer (Don't worry I’m only checking it out! I won't join till you want to as well!) make sure to pick up Uncle Ben’s cake from Principal Coulson! Your welcome!

-Maya S. 

Peter thought about the note a bit taken aback Maya would agree to do something without him, but then again she is Iron Man's daughter. It was in her blood to do this! 

“Peter. I've been calling you all morning. Where have you been? And where’s Maya?” MJ stood by his locker with a notebook in hand as Peter smiled at her. Peter thought about Nick’s offer before making up a lie.

“Uh, the bus broke down? And Maya’s home sick” 

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I hate to lie to MJ. ever since we were kids nobody’s been a better friend than MJ...well except Maya though. Like the time we were 5 the two of us ran away together and tried to get Maya to do it too but her dad had security on her, also, we weren't allowed to cross streets so we just walked up and down the driveway. When we were 12 we decided to finally get serious, Mistake! 

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“That sucks, anyways I wanted to show you this” MJ showed her a video of Jameson. 

“ It is the duty of every New Yorker to report the actions of these masked miscreants. Especially that ticking time-bomb called ``Spider-Man.”  

“Doesn’t that jerk ever shut up? And don't you find it weird he hates Spiderman but doesn’t complain about Mistress?” 

“This ‘jerk’ is going to someday give this journalism student her first job, and besides, I think it’s because Mistress is cleaner with her messes and less talkative too.” Is she saying I talk a lot?

“You want to work for Jameson? Total nightmare” 

“That's what it takes. Jameson's the biggest game in town. Kids have to be realistic Petey. We can't all be like Harry or Maya. “  As soon as Harry was mentioned Harry was seen coming towards them.

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Meet Harry Osborn.  I love Harry. Everyone loves harry, even Maya does. He’s rich(as well as Maya), He’s handsome (Maya also has equal good looks)  but most importantly he’s been a friend to me when I need it. 

Since that day we met, we’ve been best friends forever. Well that’s life here in Midtown. It’s okay

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I sensed my spidey sense before I heard the voice of the one person I never liked. 

“Hey Puny Parker!” let me rephrase myself. Life here in Midtown is okay, except for one drawback. “Its locker knocker time! This time there won’t be no Stark hottie to save you this time!”

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 If Tony Stark were ever to hear this I swear this guy would be swimming with killer sharks or even worse. And the guy’s name is Flash, Flash Thompson the Sasquatch sized football player. There's always this rigid consistency to our relationship.  

Just once I’d like to turn it around instead of always once again being locked in my own locker.

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I somehow stayed in my locker till the janitor opened it to see me again before he started rambling on how I should stand up for myself and how he in my age did this and that while I awkwardly walked away. 

Soon Harry and I were at lunch as the lunch lady winked at him before he uncomfortably dragged us away as he awkwardly smiled at the lunch lady.

“Dude, Locker knocker time again? Thompson is such a tool” 

“That's the worst thing that happens to me today. I'm coming out ahead.”  I was about to eat before my senses went off. Remember the spidey/magic sense me and Maya talked about? Well, this time it's kicking up a storm.  An explosion happened behind me as we all fell back and the frightful four-well three at the moment- came in while holding up the principal. 

“Attention students. Your principal has something to tell you.”  Wizard exclaimed as he levitated the principal in front of him.

“ Students. Your attention, please. Your school is now under the control of, of…” The principal trailed off not knowing who they were. 

“The Frightful four” Thundra finished off.

“Uh, there’s only three of you” MJ awkwardly pointed out. 

“Quiet!” Wizard yelled and threw the principal into the wall in frustration. 

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These guys are bad news. Wizard, master of high tech gadgets. Klaw, the villain made of living sound. Thundra, ruthless warrior women from an alternate future timeline...Don’t ask. And Trapster- oh wait Maya and I already captured him. 

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“Before the Trapster was captured, he learned Spider-Man and maybe Mistress as well attends this school.  And unless they give themselves up, we'll tear this place down brick by brick.” Wizard explained.

“Yeah!” A student yelled. 

“We’re serious” The kid quickly shut his mouth in fear. 

“Klaw. So who is our mysterious wall-crawler and cold witch? A teacher? A student? A cafeteria lady? They seem reluctant to talk. Klaw, make them listen to reason.”   

“STOP IT!” I yelled angry as everyone got it by a sound wave. 

“Peter no!” MJ pulled me back but I pulled away.

“Heh. Definitely not Spider-Man or Mistress” 

“I’ll crush the runt” Thundra volunteered. 

“ Don't crush him, make an example of him,”  Wizard said as Klaw sent the sound waves at him making Peter fall back yelling in pain as he gripped his ears tight. Harry held back MJ so she wouldn’t get hurt. 

“Shut it down! I’ll talk!” Peter yelled. Klaw stopped and Peter got up and saw his lunch. 

“Listen up. Everyone needs to hear this. Food Fight!” Peter quickly threw food at Wizard, soon everyone began throwing food at them as Peter took the opportunity to hide behind a pillar and took off his shirt to reveal his suit. “This is nuts. How do they know? How did they find me?” Peter saw the tracker on his arm and took it out and smashed it. “Fury was right, I have a lot to learn about responsibility,”  Peter said to himself before placing on his mask and coming out from hiding to see Klaw pointing his sound laser arm at a group of kids. “Dude! Don’t point that thing! It might go off!” Klaw looked at Spiderman as he shot a web onto his arm so it can hit Klaw making him dizzy from sound waves. “It really stinks to be you today. Actually, it probably stinks to be you every day. Then again it could be me. I haven't washed this suit in a week.”

*** 

Maya was walking around the Base with Nick Fury touring her around the helicarrier. She had already placed her cloak down since this whole base was filled with secret agents, who would spill her identity?  “Here’s where we keep weapons and gadgets inspired by you.” Nick Fury said as she looked at the different things that were being tested. Cloaks filled with weapons that can be used at anytime. masks with built in lasers. An invisibility cloak. All similar to hers but different sorts of upgrades and such. 

“Maya Stark, meet Dr.Curt Conner. Dr.Curt Conner, meet Maya Stark” I nodded at Dr. Curt Conner as I saw a missing arm? he soon pushed down his arm and stuck it out for me to shake with a grin as I shaked his hand.

“It’s nice to meet the daughter of a genius like Stark. Makes me wonder if you’ve inherited those genes” 

“She had. How do you think she’d be able to help build the Iron Man suit Mr.Stark is using now and have a much higher IQ then a lot of her scientists” 

“Would you ever be in interest of working with us?” Dr.Curt asked as I politely shook my head. 

“I’m made for the field. As much as I love too, I have a good reputation of Mistress to uphold.” 

“Yes, yes. I’ve seen you fight, your a good one.”

“She’s obviously the better Stark” Fury said, I’m guessing he’s not much of a fan of Dad. 

“Have she taken the entrance simulation yet?” 

“She’s just about to” 

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Peter quickly changed back to normal and ran into the cafeteria from the lockers -one of them having Flash in them- to see MJ holding an unconscious Harry.

“Oh, this is all my fault.” Peter looked up from Harry to see Mr.Osborn. “Mr. Osborn. I'm sorry” Mr.Osborn picked up Harry, scowling. 

“Why apologize Peter? What could you have possibly done?”  Mr.Osborn left with Peter looking down guilty. ‘I wish Maya was here, maybe then She could’ve helped protect him and...clean up my mess once again…’

Soon Peter got home to aunt May cooking. “Peter!” 

“Hey Aunt May” 

“Are you okay? I heard there was trouble at your school” 

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I know what you're thinking: Spider-Man lives at home with his doting old aunt? Loser. Think again. My aunt is pretty cool. She works all day. Then Monday night she's at yoga. Tuesday, it's French cooking. Thursday it's bowling. Her full schedule lets me come and go as I please. Of course I have to keep the Spidey stuff on the down low. There's no way she'd approve of her little Petey mixing it up with super villains. At least it’s easier for Maya. Her dad already knows about her secret as well as mines so she doesn’t sneak around.

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“yes, Aunt May, Those psychos never touched me” I wish I could say the same for Harry.

“You know what. If we had Norman Osborn or Tony Stark's money, I would put you in private school immediately.”

“Yeah, that’d be sweet. Hey when’s dinner?” 

“It's almost ready, put the candles on the cake”

“Cake?” 

“Yeah, the one right there on the counter” Aunt May pointed to the boxed cake. I chuckled and smiled. Maya once again cleans up my mess. I went up to my room and sat down after a nice dinner and cake. It was weird not to eat with Maya since she comes EVERY night..she must be training hard to become what Fury promised huh? Ultimate Mistress... Nice ring to it. I looked back at at the picture of me and Maya from where we were in science camp when we were 11. You’re always there to clean up after me Maya. Not once have I ever returned the countless favors you had done for me… maybe it's time to change that. I nodded to myself and changed into Spider-Man and gone out to the S.H.I.E.L.D helicarrier that up in the air. Okay, let's do this. Put out the welcome mat S.H.I.E.L.D. Spidey's come a callin. Fury's right. With his help, I can do better. I'm done with this one-sided duo loser routine. It's time for me to step up and show the big boys and Maya what the Ultimate Spider-Man can do. I shot my web up high for it to backfire and not reach the Helicarrier...Great. I began falling as I brought out Fury’s web shooter he gave me. Fury's tech boys better be on their game or I'm street pizza. Whoa! Yeah! Okay, not too clunky. I thought to myself as I gripped onto the Helicarrier.  

“Intruder alert. Intruder Alert” Lasers came out from the Helicarrier and began blasting me as I dodged them while holding onto the steel wall of the Helicarrier.

“Whoa! What is this? Blast the Spider-Man and win a panda?” I started webbing all of them before I lost my footing and fell. I quickly shot another web and got myself up there again but on top of the Helicarrier instead. 

“Intruder Alert. Intruder Alert” Then out of nowhere, all the laser targeted me… I was cornered. Then out of nowhere, all the laser targeted me… I was cornered.  I turned to my side to see Nick Fury, who turned off the security system with a press of a button. I quickly took off my mask and saluted. “Your friendly neighborhood Ultimate Spider-Man reporting for duty sir!““ Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D. Spider-Man. Hope you survive the experience. “ Nick Fury said as he walked off leaving Peter there standing awkwardly. “Uhh, to be continued?”