#voices stays at max volume. always

[strawbeb]

watching someone play through a game on youtube and their audio settings having music, voices, and sfx all at max volume… how can you play like that.

[menagerofmischief]

pretty with piercings -> ln4

wc: 1.7k tags: piercer!lando, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, piercing body parts, the long awaited sequel part one | part two | part three

You stood in front of the tattoo shop nervously, glancing towards the door every few moments while you debated going inside. 

After the first night of meeting him and getting your nipples pierced, you and Lando had stayed in touch … kinda. Some flirty texts, naughty pictures, a few late night phone calls with very nice endings and so on. 

But you hadn’t actually seen him in person since that night and now, standing in front of his shop, it was nerve wracking. You looked down at your phone, eyes moving from the large numbers displaying the time onto the text notification.

Gerry: Don’t chicken out! Gerry: I’m serious Y/n Gerry: Go get it with the sexy piercer

You laughed a little at the texts, nerves easing up a bit and decided to go inside before you could hesitate and change your mind, again. Walking into the shop it was like all the memories from that night came rushing back.

You looked around, eyes settling onto the counter. There was a man with his back turned to you and you walked up to the counter, expecting it to be Lando. “Hi,” you said, trying not to let the nervousness sip into your voice.

“Hello!” The man turned around with a smile, and it was not Lando. But you did recognize him as one of the guys who was with him that night at the bar. “I’m Max,” he said. “How can I help you?”

“I’m looking for Lando,” you said, the confusion clear as day in your tone, making Max chuckle.

“Are you looking for him for business, or… something else?” Max asked, a teasing glint in his eyes and a chuckle slipping past his lips when you blushed.

“Business,” you choked out. “A piercing.”

Max nodded along but there was still a smirk on his face which made it clear he didn’t really believe you. “Really!” You said, starting to get defensive under his stare.

“I believe you,” he said, lifting his hands up in mock surrender. “Do you have an appointment?”

“Oh,” you breathed out, grimacing. You hadn’t really thought about that, but you probably should have. In fact, people almost always made appointments for getting tattoos and piercings done in studios. But you were so excited with the idea of surprising Lando you hadn’t really thought about it.

“Is there a chance he takes walk ins?” You asked.

“I’ll check,” Max told you, flashing you a smile before disappearing into a different room. “Hey Lan!” He called out, approaching Lando who was putting finishing touches on a client's tattoo.

“Oh, hey Max,” Lando replied, briefly glancing up from his work. “You need something? I was gonna finish this up and go.”

“Should I tell Y/n to come back some other day, then?” Max asked, his voice full of amusement. 

“What!” Lando asked, his voice raising a pitch in volume as his head snapped towards his friend. “What do you mean Y/n? She’s here?” 

“Oh she’s here.”

“Are you sure it’s her?”

Max rolled his eyes at that. “Lando, you talk about her so much that even my grandma would recognize her.” He crossed his arms. “She’s here for a piercing, forgot to ask which one. Doesn’t have an appointment, hoping you’ll take a walk in. But if you were gonna head home after this I can -”

“No!” Lando cut him off, sending him a sharp glare before returning his attention to wrapping the tattoo. “I’ll take her, I don’t have anything to do anyways.”

Max grinned at him, already planning all the ways he was gonna tease him about this later. “I’ll tell her to head in then.” He looked at the tattoo client who was already getting up, nodding his head in satisfaction with the work. “Come on then, Harry, I’ll crack you a bear and we’ll get far away from this nasty muppet.”

It was a few minutes later that you walked into the room, Lando’s eyes instantly glued to you. “Hi there, princess.” He purred, watching you smile in return. 

Lando approached you like a predator approaches prey, soft and slow with a look of deadly calculation in his eyes. “Max tells me you want a piercing. These not enough for you?” His hands move forward to cup your boobs over the thin shirt you’re wearing, the imprint of the piercing even more visible due to your lack of bra. 

Lando’s large hands grope your tits, squeezing hard before his fingers pinch your nipples over your shirt, twisting the piercings with precision, making you gasp out his name as your body shudders. 

You arch your back, pushing your chest further into his hands but Lando removes them and steps back with a smirk on his face. “What piercing are you thinking?”

Now it’s your turn to smirk at him. With a surge of confidence you didn’t expect, you walk over to the leather chair and unbutton your jeans, pushing them down your legs along with your panties. 

Behind you, you hear a low groan coming from Lando. You position yourself on the chair, eyes locked on Lando’s and spread your legs invitingly. 

A moment of silence passes before Lando moves forward and approaches you, one of his hands gripping your tight. “You gotta say it, princess.”

“I want,” you swallow, blood rushing to your cheeks as the previous confidence starts to wear off under his intense stare. “A clit piercing.”

He chuckles, his other hand moving to cup your pussy, thumb flicking your clit and making you whine. “A clit piercing,” he repeats, drawing lazy circles on your clit with his fingers. “Or a clitoral hood piercing?”

His eyes gaze into yours while you ponder on your reply. “Clitoral hood,” you tell him, thinking back on all the research you had done before coming here. 

Lando hums, retracting his hand and you have to fight the urge to groan from the loss of stimulation. He’s gone for a few moments before he returns with everything necessary. Lando places the tray next to you before he drops to his knees in front of you, his hands spreading your legs.

“What are you -”

You don’t even get to finish before his reply comes. “Just getting a better view, princess.” You can practically feel him looking at your pussy, his eyes focused. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and you find yourself following the movement.

Lando leans forward, his lips closing around your clit and you moan at the unexpected stimulation, hands immediately shooting out to grab his hair. You don’t even think about what you’re doing as you attempt to push his head deeper, chasing pleasure.

His tongue flicks your clit a few times and then you feel his teeth lightly closing around it, giving it a small nip before he detaches himself, much to your dismay. Lando chuckles at your whine. “Business first, pretty girl.” He tells you, reaching for the needle on the tray. “And then if you’re good, I’ll reward you.”

You think it’s impossible for your cheeks to blush more but then do, and you fight the urge to squeeze your legs together for some kind of friction. “Okay,” you murmur, your breath shaky.

It hurts about as much as you expected it to, gritting your teeth and letting out a little hiss of pain before it’s done, over as fast as it started and Lando, still on his knees, is inserting and adjusting the piercing. 

He drops the needle back into the metal tray, the sound of it falling ringing through the room. Lando gazes at your cunt with perfect focus, his eyes locked onto the new piece of jewelry decorating you. 

“Good,” he says. He’s so close you can feel his breath ghosting over your sensitive clit before he leans his head forward to press a gentle kiss to it. “You were so good, princess,” his voice is practically a purr. “Such a good girl.”

A gasp slips past your lips as he kisses along your thighs. He buries his head between your legs, wasting no time as his tongue pushes into your wet hole. You moan, cupping the back of his head with your hands. 

“I’ll take it,” you manage to gasp out, overwhelmed with the sensation he’s providing. “I earned my reward then.”

Lando lifted his head up to meet your eyes, an amused smirk displayed on his lips. “You sure did, princess. Now lay back and enjoy it.”

“Oh fuck, Lan!” You moaned, body arching forward as his fingers slipped inside of you.

Doing piercings and tattoos clearly wasn’t the only thing Lando was good at with his hands. With every thrust of his fingers he curled them upward, pressing against your most sensitive spots. 

He stood up, not slowing his movements and leaned forward, lips pressing against your own in a desperate messy kiss. Meanwhile his other hand went to grope at your tits, fingers pinching and twisting your nipple piercings as he worked to bring you to the brink of pleasure.

With how dedicated he was to giving you pleasure, it didn’t take long to feel the familiar heat pooling in your stomach. You came with a moan, muffled my Lando mouth on yours, and your hips thrusting upwards to meet his fingers as your back arched. 

Lando pulled away, breathless and flushed, his lips swollen. “Fuck, you’re amazing.” He told you, the lustful look in his eyes replaced by something softer, more genuine. 

“That’s all you, Lando.” You replied with a small giggle, catching your breath. You worked to put on your panties and jeans while Lando explained the healing process and how to take care of the piercing. When he finally stopped rambling, you spoke up. “How much do I owe you for this one?”

“Nothing.”

“Lando,” you glared at him. “I want to, please.”

“How about you let me take you to dinner instead, consider it my payment.” He asked, looking so vulnerable your heart clenched. 

“I suppose I can agree to that,” you told him and he instantly smiled at you.

“Come on then,” he grabbed your hand. “I’m sure Max hasn’t emptied out all the beers. You want one?”

You smiled back at him, “Sure, why the hell not.”

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[uluvjay]

Please, please, please-L. Norris

Lando Norris x fem! Reader

In which Lando takes care of you after a night out.

Warnings?: alcohol consumption, drunkenness, kissing, talks of sex, mentions of flashing, prob some errors, not the best ending, got the idea from tik tok so everyone say thank you Alix Earle for breaking my writers block!!!

Lando swore he was only turned around for a second, him and max weren’t talking for long before his best friend was laughing and pointing behind Lando’s shoulder with a shocked expression on his face.

Turning around Lando’s jaw dropped at the sight of you standing on top of the bar, your Louboutin heels stranded on the ground below you as you screamed the lyrics to Sabrina carpenter’s newest song.

With a laugh lando made his way back towards you, “Y/n!”

Your body spins at the sound of his voice, glazed eyes staring down at him as a large smile took over your face right as your favorite part played through the speakers.

“Heartbreak is one thing, my egos another. I beg you don’t embarrass me motherfucker.” You sang as your body swayed, foot pointing at lando as you sang the lyrics.

He couldn’t help but laugh at your shenanigans, his head shaking as you turned around again, your back once again facing Lando.

“Baby! please get down, it’s not safe up there.” He called once again.

“Fineee.” You whined as you turned back to him with a pout going to sit down on the bar in order to get down however the Brit found himself launching forward to stop your movements the second he caught sight of your panties due to your position.

Confusion grew on your face as he gripped your waist and pulled you off the counter himself, your hands shooting out to steady yourself on his shoulders.

“Lando!” You scolded as he placed you on the ground and picked up your heals from the ground along with your clutch.

However your drunken nature proved that to be impossible as you began to whine about your feet hurting leaving the boy no choice but to pick you up bridal style and carry you out of the bar.

“What was that for?” You groaned into his neck as you began to place sloppy kisses on the skin.

“You almost flashed everyone in our section darling.” He breathed.

“Oops” you spoke but the giggled that followed had Lando quickly realizing how far gone you truly were.

You were silent for the rest of the walk to the valet and as lando sat you in your seat before walking over to the drivers side of his Uris, making sure you were both buckled tightly before heading home.

“Can I see your phone?” You asked softly.

“Right in the console”

He laughed at the squeal that escaped you, watching for a second as your hand moved towards the volume nozzle and you turned it up almost as loud as his speakers would allow.

Soon the familiar tune of “Please Please Please” began to play throughout the car, your voice quickly following Sabrina’s as you serenaded your boyfriend.

Lando jumped at the feeling of your hand on his jaw as he rolled to a stop at the light, your hand turning his head towards you as you sang out to him.

“And I have a fun idea babe, maybe just stay inside. I know you’re craving some fresh air But the ceiling fan is so nice.” You sang, finger pointed at him as you leaned closer and placed a sloppy kiss on his lips.

Some people might have found you to be too much when drunk but lando loved it, he adored the way your affection was always on level 100, and how you seemed to giggle at every little thing, how you were unashamedly yourself.

Your small concert continued until Lando pulled into his parking spot in the garage and turned the car off, a cry of annoyance leaving your lips as the song was cut off.

“Sorry baby, time to go to inside.” He smiled softly as he unbuckled both of you and exited the car before helping you out and holding onto you tightly as he walked you into the house.

He walked you into your shared room, placing your heels down before coming behind you to unzip your dress.

“Ohhh, is it sexy time?” You smirked at the feeling of his fingers on your dress.

Lando giggled at the tone of your voice, doing your absolute best to sound seductive despite your slurring.

“Nah not tonight baby, but I promise to take care of you tomorrow if you’re feeling up for it.” He apologized, placing a soft kiss to your shoulder blade before allowing the dress to fall to the floor.

He moved across the room to the dresser to pull out one of his shirts for you to sleep in and by the time he turned back around you had already stripped your bra and had your arms raised in order for him to pull the shirt over your head.

“Are you sure we can’t have sexy time?” You pouted once you were dressed in his shirt, your arms wrapping around his neck as his came to hold your waist.

“I’m very sure, now let’s go take your makeup off and brush our teeth.” He spoke placing a small kiss to your lips before lifting you off of your feet and carrying you towards the bathroom.

Settling you on the counter he pulled out your makeup remover and cotton rounds, dousing two in remover he began to gently rub your skin.

“You looked so handsome tonight.” You spoke up.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, love when you wear your shirts like that.” You nodded, lip pulled between your teeth as your eyes ran up and down his body.

“Thought I looked like a slut when I opened them like this?” He laughed, bringing up your joke from before you two headed out for the night.

“Well yeah but you’re my slut.” You shrugged.

He shook his head at your words, his signature giggle bouncing off the walls of your large bathroom.

“And that’s all I ever wanna be darling, all yours.” He cooed, lips connecting with yours once again.

“Good because I’m not letting you leave.” You replied, legs wrapping around his waist and pulling his body closer to yours.

“Ever?”

“Nope.” You said popping the p, eyes locking with his, “Your stuck with me forever pretty boy.”

“I can deal with that.” He smirked before giving you a lingering kiss, the taste of your choice of alcohol for the night filling his senses.

“Mm, yep let’s get those teeth brushed, all I can taste is vodka.” He spoke causing both of you to break out in giggles.

Many people didn’t care for nights where they had to take care of their drunken partners but you’d never catch Lando complaining about it, even if you spent fifteen minutes with the same song on repeat as you screamed the lyrics, he’d never trade in moments like those for anything else.

After brushing both of your teeth Lando carried you to bed and tucked you in before stripping his own clothes until he was only in his boxers, your wolf whistle making his body shake with laughter before he joined you in bed.

“Get over here you muppet.” He smiled pulling your body closer to his, sighing contently as you snuggled into his side, leaving a small peck to his chest before he quickly hear your soft breathing fill the room.

He placed one last kiss to your head before allowing sleep to over take his own body.

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[wileys-russo]

Hi ,

Platonic ingrid / Alexia with mapi and pollito " they are idiots , but they are my idiot , still they are idiots " in park or during matches

Thank you

part of the pollito universe our idiots II a.putellas, m.león, i.engen

"oye nena, you are going to send yourself deaf!" you winced at the pinch to your knee, pulling your headphones down around your neck and sending the older catalan a scowl.

"you told me you did not like my music. this was the solution!" you defended yourself, having been banned from any kind of music control in alexia's car.

personally you felt it was an unfair judgement. it wasn't your fault that the songs you liked to listen to just sounded best at max volume, or that you'd accidentally blown alexia's speaker system trying to prove that point.

"you never listen as it is chica, i need these to work." you whined at the sharp tug on your ear, unclicking your seatbelt and practically diving out of the car away from her, headphones left on your seat.

but of course the moment the door closed and you stood up straight, stretching out with a sigh did someone else grab at you, hands gripping your wrists and forcing your arms to twist behind your head.

"buenas tardes pollito!" the familiar voice cooed in your ear, a wet kiss to your cheek with a loud mwah having you grimacing in disgust and trying to yank your arms free.

"suéltame hijo de puta!" you spat, grunting with the effort of trying to pull away but it was fruitless as she merely laughed at your attempts. "such ugly words." mapi tutted at the language you hauled her way during the struggle, whining as mapi used your hands to make you hit yourself.

"alexia, ayuda!" you called out as the older girl finally emerged from the car, head having been buried in her phone. but as she opened her mouth to no doubt order mapi to let you go, someone else stepped in first.

"maría! let her go, what did i say about picking on her?" you perked up at the norweigans warning, mapi finally letting you go with a huff, hurrying to hide behind the taller girl as you lunged for her.

"well hello." ingrid chuckled as instead you moved to tightly hug her, flipping her girlfriend the finger behind her back and grinning as mapi narrowed her eyes but ultimately couldn't do anything about it with ingrid acting as a barrier between the two of you.

"hermana!" your head whipped around and your eyes lit up as another car door slammed closed, your older sister gabriella opening her arms expectantly as you let go of ingrid and rushed over toward her.

but her face fell and eyes rolled as you dropped to your knees in front and started to coo fondly at the fluffy newfoundland by her side, arms thrown around his neck and kisses pressed against his head as your sister sighed and tapped your shoulder, holding out his leash.

"me alegro de verte imbécil!" the older girl yelled after you as you took your dogs leash and sprinted off toward the park you'd all met up at, alexia chuckling at the sight and greeting your sister with a hug.

"and you are sure you are okay with him for the weekend?" gabriella asked with a frown, alexia nodding but not without a sigh. "she has been begging for weeks for one of them to come and visit, if she had her way all four of them would be here." your captain chuckled, and it was true you'd been pestering her forever to let one of your family dogs come and stay.

you'd been on fire the last few games, scoring five times in three matches and even getting your first start of the season.

then to try and sweeten alexia up more you'd pulled back your usual reckless activities and pranks, your list set aside for the time being as you focused on proving to her that you were responsible.

it was almost scary just how quickly you'd switched up.

you were always as helpful as you could be around the house, forever helping to clean up and even offering to cook (but after last time olga and alexia would politely decline, the bitter memory of your last culinary creation still lingering in their tastebuds and nightmares).

but now even at training you were on your very best behaviour, always offering to help the staff set up and pack down, the first to get boots on the grass and the last to run them off, doing your best not to interrupt anyone or goof off during each session.

plus given that the last time one of your dogs had come for a visit it was you sneaking him in behind alexia's back when she was away for the weekend.

and that resulted in her returning to two missing couch cushions (assumed to be eaten), a suspicious stain on the rug, two smashed vases and a nasty little surprise or three in her bedroom and ensuite that you'd missed and not cleaned up.

so after two weeks of your disturbingly angel like behaviour the midfielder had caved and agreed that one of the dogs could come for a weekend sleepover, but that was all she'd bend to.

of course you'd chosen your favourite, diego. a slobbery newfoundland which when he stood on his two back legs was taller than you were and was deaf in one ear.

but seeing the way your face lit up at the sight of him and hearing your laughter echo across the park as you both raced around it, alexia knew she'd made the right decision.

merely giving your sister a wave goodbye she rolled her eyes again as she bid the others farewell and slipped back into the car, a two and a half drive back to your childhood town ahead of her you made a mental note to call her later to thank her properly.

but for now all you could focus on was diego, ingrid and alexia disappearing to get a coffee as mapi stayed in the park with you, a backpack of diegos things in her hand as you squatted down and began to rifle through it.

"oye nena! what is the command for down?" mapi yelled out, struggling as diego's two front paws sat on her shoulder and she tried not to fall over under his weight, her neck craned away from his tongue which was trying its best to lick at her face.

"diego, bah!" you turned around and yelled, diego immediately dropping into a sitting position as mapi sighed in relief and cooed at him affectionately, scratching behind his ears and grinning at the way his back foot thumped against the ground happily.

"which ear is it?" mapi asked with a frown as you grabbed out his favourite toy, pointing to your right ear and whistling sharply, wiggling the worn leather football at the dog who dropped to his stomach with his tail wagging rapidly.

"go long!" you waved for mapi to back up as she jogged to create some distance between the pair of you. "remember how?" mapi cupped her hands over her mouth as you nodded, adjusting your grip on the NFL ball you'd brought back from your trip to texas in the pre-season.

before the season started properly you'd gone home to see your family for one of your older brothers birthdays, having gotten a cowboys jersey and the ball as him for a present. only the moment you'd stepped past the front door all four dogs had rushed at you, the ball snatched from your hand and rapidly becoming their present now.

"diego. vamos!" you yelled, launching the football toward mapi who side stepped to catch it, diego just arriving in front of her before she'd tossed the ball back to you, diego sprinting between the two of you and barking happily as you threw the ball back and forth.

you were still doing that same thing when ingrid and alexia returned, coffees in hand for all four of you as well as a water bottle for diego who was rapidly running out of steam, merely trotting between the pair of you now.

spotting her girlfriend mapi called it quits, dropping the ball and racing over as you rolled your eyes and went off to retrieve it, diego padding tiredly after you as you clipped his leash back on and tucked the ball under your arm and grabbing his backpack with the other.

grabbing out the portable water bowl you thanked ingrid as she handed you the bottle, pouring some out for diego who collapsed to his stomach, eagerly lapping away as you left him to it beneath the table, well covered with the shade.

"decaf." alexia warned handing you the iced coffee as you rolled your eyes but kept your discontent to yourself.

olga was more than happy to pour you a proper coffee of a morning when alexia wasn't home, but the midfielder herself remained firm in her belief that you had more than enough energy without adding caffeine to it.

"pollito what is this?" mapi pulled a face as she tugged a heavy weighted vest out of the backpack.

"diegos anxiety vest! he gets night terrors and he is scared of thunder, it might storm this weekend." you explained with a shrug as if that was normal, missing the odd look shared between the three older girls at the picnic table.

"ven aquí pequeña, i want to try something." mapi beckoned you over, confusion in your features as she slipped the vest over your head. "amiga what-" alexia started, cut off as there was a loud thud, mapi's fist thumping against the vest and hitting you right in the stomach.

"maría!" ingrid gasped in shock, smacking the back of the defenders neck who choked on a mouthful of coffee and glared at her over her shoulder, coughing and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"qué? that did not hurt her! right?" she looked to you as you nodded in surprise, testing it again by punching yourself now and lighting up as you barely felt a thing.

"tonta! take that off, it smells." alexia sniffed the air and pulled a face, trying to pull it off you as you pushed her hands off, catching mapi's eye and suggestive grin, diegos football in her hands as she cocked an eyebrow at you.

it seemed the two of you had a brief and silent conversation across the table, alexia and ingrid clueless to your plans as you suddenly nodded and eagerly raced off after the tattooed zaragozan.

for once diego didn't follow you, just watching on tiredly from his shady recluse under the table as ingrids foot rubbed gently against his hip.

both ingrid and alexia watched on themselves, curious where this was going as you and mapi talked for a second before doing your handshake which had them both rolling their eyes, the two of you having been working on it as a goal celebration for weeks now.

once again mapi backed up to put some distance between the two of you, winding up to throw the ball as you squatted down ready to catch, the vest still sitting across your chest.

"oh no." ingrid realised first where this was going as mapi launched the ball and started to sprint toward you, the ball caught in your hands as you stood up and clearly braced yourself.

"qué son-" alexia didn't even get to finish her question before it was answered for her, mapi's body hurtling into yours and tackling you down to the ground, shoulder slamming into your stomach as there was a thump, your body hitting the grass.

alexia was up on her feet with a face like thunder, ready to march right over and pull the pair of you off one another, a lecture on the tip of her tongue as mapi rolled off of you and collapsed into a fit of laughter which you soon joined in with.

"estoy bien ale!" you yelled out, spotting alexia ready to make her way over and sending her a thumbs up and a wolfish grin, mapi hopping up and holding out a hand to help you do the same.

"they are idiots." alexia grumbled, a hint of a smile on her face but eyebrows furrowed together as she slowly sat back down with a shake of her head.

mapi's laughter again flew through the air as you'd grabbed her hand to be helped up, the older girl pulling you halfway before letting go and sending you thumping back down onto your back.

"but they are our idiots." ingrid added onto alexia's previous statement with a chuckle of her own, the two of them watching on with small smiles at you and mapi.

"puta!" you managed out between your own laughter, foot lashing out at mapi as she dodged it and tossed the football at you, collapsing beside you as it bounced off your head and you whined, launching at her as the two of you rolled around on the grass wrestling.

"sí. but still, they are idiots."

[lnfours]

invisible string | l.n

-> summary: who knew sleepless nights would be so beneficial. fewtrell!reader bc we love brothers best friend here :)

-> warnings: fluff, language, lando being the absolute loml.

-> wc: 1.9k

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lando norris and max fewtrell had been attached by the hip since anyone could remember. best friends through literally everything. and if someone would look directly behind them, they’d see you always following behind.

you didn’t mind always trailing behind them when you were younger, and it gave the boys someone to compete against besides themselves whenever you’d go karting or join them in games.

but as you grew older, the ganging up turned into protection. from threatening to beat up ex boyfriends to actually doing so, somewhere along the line, max had made it clear to his best friend that you were off limits. in fact, no one in the friend group was allowed to even think about it.

however, everything max had told him seemed to go in through lando’s ear and out the other. he wasn’t exactly sure when he had finally stopped seeing you as ‘just his best friend's little sister’, but the inevitable happened nonetheless.

on the other hand, you had always had feelings for lando. you’d always suppress them to keep them hidden from your overprotective brother, knowing the minute you tried you’d be shot down. even the pages in your diary when you were 8 were filled about how you thought lando ‘had the prettiest eyes’, and ‘too good of eyelashes for a boy’.

and the pining just got worse last week when he had found you knocking on his bedroom door at 1:30 in the morning. you hadn’t been able to sleep, and it was evident as you tiredly smiled at him in the doorway. he wasn’t sure how you knew he was still awake, but he assumed it was the soft glow shining from the crack at the bottom of the door.

it wasn’t. you had heard the low volume of the tv in his room, his soft chuckles making their way through the paper thin walls. he hadn’t been able to sleep either, and when he wasn’t able to sleep, he’d always watch a movie.

his heart got caught in his throat as he took in your appearance, the old mclaren sweatshirt he had let you borrow ages ago hugging your frame, plaid pajama pants he swore were max’s. you looked tired. so so tired. meeting your eyes with a soft smile and sympathetic eyes, he spoke, “you okay, y/n?”

you shook your head, your eyelids slowly blinking, “i can’t sleep. i don’t know what it is, but i haven’t been able to sleep for more than 4 hours the past few nights.”

he frowned, opening the door wider for you to come in. he nodded in the direction of his bed, “me either. wanna join for the rest of the movie til you feel tired enough to go to bed?”

you nodded, stepping into the room as he closed the door behind you. you climbed into his bed, him shuffling in next to you as you were swallowed by the soft duvet, your head meeting the plush pillow behind you.

“what’re we watching?” you asked, your voice soft as he unpaused the movie.

“something on netflix, i don’t know. actings so bad it makes me laugh.”

you smiled over at him, “let’s see if it’s bad enough to put us to sleep.”

this continued for a couple weeks, you either knocking on his door or sending him a text to ask if he was still awake. he had even found himself staying up to make sure he heard your text or knocks, desperately wanting you to come climb into his bed or fall asleep next to you.

and just like any other night, last night he padded across the wooden floors in the apartment quietly after getting your usual ‘are you awake?’ text. he knocked softly on the door before pushing it open and slipping inside your room, noticing the lack of the fairy lights twinkling on the walls, the only source of light coming from the tv that hung on the wall.

you let him climb into your bed, smiling softly as you rolled onto your side to face him, “hi.”

he smiled back, “hi.”

you let out a huff, “i’m starting to think maybe i should run to the store tomorrow and get some melatonin. ”

“or, hear me out,” he smirked tiredly, “you can put that pretty little head to rest at night like normal people do.”

“oh, so you think my head is pretty?”

he let out a boyish giggle, “only if you think mine is.”

you laughed softly, letting your eyes lock with his. you weren’t sure when you scooted so close to him, but he found himself wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you even closer. you placed your leg over his hip, his other hand tracing circles on the soft skin on your thighs. he hummed contently as your face nuzzled into his chest. you found yourself listening to the fast pace of his heartbeat.

over the past couple weeks, you two had found yourself in this position more and more. it was like the more you’d climb into each other’s beds, the more he’d have the confidence to pull you so close to him that there were no gaps for air between you two. you weren’t complaining, of course, but because everything about it was so new and with him, it made you a tiny bit nervous.

you listened to the movie in the background, basking in the smell embedded in his hoodie. he smelled like his cologne, the laundry detergent everyone used, and a soft mix of your perfume. the floral scent pulled at your heart strings as you realized it was the hoodie he had tugged over your head the night before, right after you had complained about the fact he kept his room so cold.

the fact that he didn’t discard the hoodie immediately into the hamper after last night, but instead he put it on, made your heart squeeze. you wondered if he had put it on to bask in the smell of you, but you'd never know the answer because you were too embarrassed to ask.

he did.

“so,” you started, knowing he was still awake, the two of you just basking in the comfortable silence that fell over you, “ready to get back to racing?”

“yes and no,” he said, his thumb switching directions on the skin of your thigh, making stars now, “i like being home, but i also love racing, y’know, so i’m excited. but not excited to leave everyone.”

your fingers traveled underneath the red cloth of his hoodie, reaching his lower abdomen as you felt his breathing hitch softly in his chest. you drug your fingertips against his soft skin, “yeah, i get you,” you said into his chest, “gonna miss max more than me, i get it.”

he chuckled softly, “mhm, whatever you want to believe.”

however, it sent him over the edge when you moved your head to look up at him. his blue/green eyes met your tired ones, a soft and playful smile on your lips, “what?”

humming back at you as he softly raised his eyebrows, “hmm?”

you shook your head, a playful smile on your lips, “don’t do that. what did you say, lan?”

he cleared his throat nervously, cheeks daring to turn a light shade of pink, “i’m going to miss you the most out of everyone, y/n.”

you were silent as he let out a soft puff of air, his eyes scanning over your face like he was trying to memorize it. you smiled softly, his eyes lingering on your lips before meeting yours again.

“lando,” your voice was soft, hands moving from under his sweatshirt to cup his cheeks. he leaned into your touch, quietly sighing out of relief at the feeling he had been waiting so long for, “i…”

you trailed off, nerves getting the best of you. he was so close, his minty breath fanning over your face. everything about it was making you so nervous you swore you were about to go into cardiac arrest. his voice broke the silence, “i know.”

you looked at him with furrowed brows, “you know what?”

“i know you like me,” he smiled, his eyes meeting with yours again, “i’ve known ever since max and i snuck into your room when we were eight and i read your diary.”

you gasped, laughing as you slapped his chest, “you fucks!”

he smiled, “i was the only one who read it, but it was nice to know the girl i thought was cute liked me back.”

“do you still think she’s cute?”

“no,” he smiled softly. you felt your heart drop, you couldn’t tell if he was being serious or kidding, until he continued, “i think she’s the most gorgeous woman i’ve ever seen in my life.”

you smiled, his thumb pressing against your cheek as his hand cupped your face, his fingers meeting the hairs at the back of your ear. you weren’t sure who leaned in first, but the gap closed rather quickly as he pulled your neck down to his level.

you kissed him back with the same amount of passion and love as he put into it. his arm that was around your waist moved to the other side of your head, his body fully hovering over you as he held himself up. you let him slot between your legs, letting his tongue slip inside of your mouth.

you panted as he broke the kiss hesitantly, his lips finding the soft spot underneath your earlobe on your neck. you let out a soft whimper, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“lando,” the sound of you saying his name breathlessly was like music to his ears, “baby.”

and so was that pet name. fuck he was so done for.

his hands trailed up your oversized t-shirt, hands finding your tummy as he desperately wanted to touch your skin again. you smiled into the kiss as you heard a soft giggle escape his throat when your hands had found the ticklish spots on his sides.

“are you ticklish?” you grinned, breaking the kiss to take a breath. he sent you a tight lipped smile before giving you a warning look.

“don’t even-”

you didn’t listen to what else he had said, your fingers digging into his sides. he laughed, desperately trying not to wake up your housemates as he tried to get you to quit it.

however, when he flipped the both of you so you were in his lap and his hands found your ticklish spots with ease, you knew it was game over. he had won.

“lando,” you breathed, a giggle following in pursuit, “stop!”

“sorry, baby,” he said, “can’t hear you.”

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it was the next morning, lando was still asleep in your bed, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his fluff of curls, a blanket wrapped around his waist as he faced you. you had woken up a couple minutes ago, your eyes wandering over to the sleeping boy next to you. he looked at peace, his eyelashes kissing his skin, cheek squished against the pillow.

you didn’t mean to stir him out of his sleep when you snuggled in closer, but he hummed happily as he threw an arm around your waist, you nuzzling into his chest.

he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, resting his head on yours as you both dozed back off to sleep. a sleep so deep that neither of you had heard the door to the apartment shut, or hear someone knocking on your bedroom door.

it was ethan and niran who found you first. the both of them sharing a look as they stood in the doorway.

“well, it’s about time,” ethan joked, niran smirking down at the couple.

“yeah, just wait for max to find out about this.”

[cherryswisherz]

KARMIC BALANCE ✷ PROLOGUE

✷WARNINGS cursing, smoking, throwing up

✷NIYAHSPEAKS you can for sure read this on wattpad if you hate the layout lol. my wp is @ g4peswishers

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FRESHMAN YEAR

As a 19 year old black woman going to a PWI, I can tell you two things.

1: These white boys are fucking crazy. They don't know how to take no for an answer. They don't even know how to take "I'm gay." for an answer. And then they act all butthurt when you slap the spit out their mouth for testing your gangsta.

2. The education is the same as an HBCU, but the culture, obviously is not. I'm bored of my mind. This is like highschool on downers, instead of steroids. These motherfuckers don't even have the Divine Nine, which is complete and utter insanity to me.

But here I am, black as hell, listening to Professor Micheals drone on about how trchnology is ruining the world as we know it.

What the fuck ever.

But still, regardless of whether I believe this bullshit, I need to know it to pass this class. So like a good little student, I'm taking notes, highlighting and annotating like my life depends on it.

Now you may be asking, "Xavia, if you hate this shit so much, why the fuck would you apply to a PWI?" and that's a great question. I'll answer it like this. When you grow up black at a predominantly white highschool, you don't really get the option of being anything other than the token black gay girl. Which means that you spend your years perfecting your customer service voice. You spend hours researching the perfect contour routine to conceal the width of your nose. You waste so many tears, wondering why the girls at your middle school never look at you how you look at them, or why the boys you talk to always ask dumb shit, like "Do you say the N-word?"

The short answer to your question is, I had no choice. As much as I wish I had the balls to tell my parents that I got into Howard, I didn't. So the whitewashed version will have to do it. But I'm not that insecure idiot anymore. I've learned to love my blackness. Now, I rock the bare-face look. And I would rather shit in my hands and clap, than beg someone to notice me.

I didn't even realize that I'd zoned out until I saw people getting up, bags packed, shuffling to get out of the lecture hall as quickly as possible.

 It's Friday. There's gotta be a party or something tonight, so everyone's itching to get home and throw on a crop top and shorts and get #whitegirlwasted.

 Not me, y'all stay safe though. I will be sitting pretty, in my dorm room, enjoying my loneliness while I can, knowing that Jane, my roommate, will soon return shitfaced and obnoxiously loud. Jane is one of the only other black girls here, and of course, they made her my roommate. I'm not complaining though. Since the beginning of the semester, she's become my best friend. She's the opposite of me. Loves partying and social situations.

 "Come on, Xavi! It'll be fun." Jane's currently begging me to go to this party with her, but she already knows I won't give in.

 "Jane, I couldn't think of anything I'd rather do less, than go to a frat party."

  And that was that. She was gone and I was free to do what I do best. Rot in my loneliness.

  Now in my sweats and wife beater, I grab my "make-up" bag and step out into the warm air, preparing myself for the 15 minute walk ahead by putting my airpods on max volume, and allowing Jhene Aiko to take me somewhere otherworldly.

The walk is fast, because I've done it so many times. When I reach the park, I take my usual seat on the swings and light the joint I'd rolled two days ago. As I smoke I allow my mind to wander.

     What would I be doing right now if I'd gone to Howard?

     Who would I be if my parents never went to medical school?

 These are things that flood my mind daily. And when they do, I don't get sad. I just smile at the alternate realities I've created for myself.

 I spent the rest of my session thinking about Xavi Johnson, Howard student. I spent the walk back thinking about how far I've come from who I used to be. I can't get rid of the smile that's stuck on my face.

 I hear the awful sound of gagging as soon as I step to my dorm room door. When I open the door I'm not surprised to see Jane hunched over our trash bin, gasping for breath. What I am surprised at is the tall blonde girl that's squatting down next to her, holding her hair back.

"Jane, what the fuck?" I ask.

The blonde rises and turns around at the sound of my voice and looks at me with the bluest eyes I've ever seen. "Oh shit. Uh, I'm Paige." Paige nods down towards Jane, who's position hasn't changed whatsoever. "She had too much to drink."

I laughed at this as I tossed my bag on my bed. "Yeah, no shit."

The girl in front of me has to be the most effortlessly gorgeous girl I've ever met. Her face is bare, but everything about her screams 'natural beauty.' From the perfect arch of her nose to the way her cheekbones from her heart shaped face to the tip of her cupids-bow. Her hair looks soft but I know better than to touch it. She's just fucking beautiful. And yes, it has occurred to me that I am in a relationship, and my girlfriend loves me very much so I should probably stop staring at the literal goddess in front of me and speak.

"Oh shit. Uh, I'm Paige." Then I realize she doesn't only want to know who I am, but why I'm in her dorm. "She had too much to drink." No shit sherlock.

And this girl, whoever she is, didn't ask any further questions. She just set her bag down and walked over to Jane, whose face was first in her trash can. "Yeah, no shit." She smiles lazily and the sway in her hips is addictive. "I'm Xavia. Jane's my roommate."

Xavia?! Even her fucking name is pretty.

"Xavi, I was this close to getting us league babies." Jane groans, keeping her head in the trash bin, but raising her hand to put her fingers in a pinch position. "I almost bagged her, but I-" and then she was cut off by her own vomit.

"Um, yeah. She knows my teammate... who is also shitfaced." I shook my head at the reminder that Nika threw up in our kitchen sink.

"Oh right... you're the basketball player that all straight girls love." Xavia said, helping Jane to her feet, allowing her to put her weight on her side. "Sorry it took me a minute to recognize you. You're blonder in person." She dropped her roommate onto the twin bed and rolled her to her side. "How does it feel to be the person women will tell their kids about when they talk about their college adventures as a temporary lesbian?" Now she's grabbed the trash bin and placed it by Jane's bed.

As she spoke I felt myself get severely irritated with her.

Who the fuck does this girl think she is?

"I wouldn't know. I don't fuck anyone who's not my girlfriend, and I for sure don't fuck straight girls."

The small snicker she lets out should piss me off, and it does. But it also makes me wish she never spoke again. Only laughed.

"Something funny?" I ask.

"No. I just didn't know you had a girlfriend." Now she's moving her make-up bag from her bed and walking towards the tiny cabinet that comes in all of these dorms. I silently thank God that I never had to stay in these. "I apologize for the assumption."

Apologize?

"You apologize for the assumption?" Xavia was confusing the fuck out of me. She seems like she had far too much pride to apologize to anyone, let alone a random stranger.

The look she gives me tells me she thinks I'm a moron. "Has your head hit the court a little too many times? I'm apologizing to you and you're acting like I cursed your first born."

"Nah, I know what you said, but you don't seem like the type to apologize." I raise an arm and dramatically point it at her. "You've got this whole 'don't let the evil eye fool you' look going on."

"And you got that from 5 minutes in a room with me?" She fully laughs this time. "You shouldn't let the evil eye fool you, but I'm not so full of myself that I can't apologize when I make an ass of myself."

Before I have the chance to respond and accept her apology, my phone rings.

It's Farrah.

For a second, I debate the outcome of not answering, but I don't feel like arguing when I get back to the house so I slide to answer the call.

"Hey Faye."

"Paige, where the hell are you?" Her voice is like venom to me.

"Uh, I was just dropping off Nika's friend at her dorm room. I'm on my way back."

"We need to talk when you get home, call me when you get there."

I don't want to call her when I get home. I want to sleep when I get home. But, Farrah has my location and Life360 so I can't tell her I fell asleep while waiting for my phone to charge.

"Okay Faye. I love you, bye." I don't wait for her to say it back before I hang up.

Looking over to Xavia who is now on her laptop typing furiously, I think of something to say before I leave. "Sorry about that. Girlfriend duties." Nodding to Jane who is snoring softly in the bed I tell her to keep an eye on her and I head out.

But I can't leave without talking to her again. "You should go out with her next time. You seem cool."

Her eyes leave the laptop but she doesn't turn around fully. "I hate partying and I'm not willing to throw my karmic balance off by lying to you and saying I'll think about it. I won't."

"Karmic balance?"

"Google it." Is all I get before she returns her focus to her computer. "Goodbye, Paige."

Walking out of her dorm puts a weird pit in my stomach and I silently pray that this won't be the last time we see each other.

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[clairdelunelove]

winning game

itadori yuuji x f!reader

genre: fluff (gamer!yuuji drabble!)

warnings: suggestive, broad gamer lingo, 2k words

synopsis: yuuji's great at everything and, unsurprisingly, he's an amazing gamer. but what happens when he gets a little– say– distracted?

a.n. woAH who wrote this?! hehe but hear me out, I luv watching streams and I lowkey game on the side soo, this was expected. this was HEAVILY inspired by @r5x95r13ros's beautiful art. I apologize for the person I became while writing this. but oh my gosh, did it change me. (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

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gamer!yuuji who begs you to sit on his lap while he's gaming because he loves the way you feel on him

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gamer!yuuji who normally doesn’t mind any type of video game genre. it’s fun! just a little hobby that helps him destress after a long day. as long as he has friends that are willing to play, he’s satisfied. however, it’s rather interesting that he seems to do exceptionally well in fps games. it could be due to the fact that he has reflexes like no other. he can and will adapt to any situation, regardless of the fact that he might not have the most experience in the game or he’s still learning the basics. focuses on minor details; like an enemy’s character model glitching through the wall or hearing their footsteps on the floorboards. any hint that’ll pinpoint his enemies location. which is 100% why he’d have his volume turned up to the max. also, he’s a proficient learner. think of him as the type of person that’s automatically skilled at a game even if he’s never played it before. even in real combat, he just has a knack of strategizing ten steps ahead of the enemy team and wins rounds because of it. and he doesn’t possess a competitive drive like some of the ‘rage-quitters’ on his team but he locks in if he manages to make a mistake. he’ll express a sincere, “my bad!” and then douse the entire opposition the next round, making it to the top of the leaderboard. he has this adorable habit where if he unlocks an incredibly rare achievement and you compliment him on the feat, he’ll tilt his head in confusion. just doesn’t grasp how impressive he is. yet he feeds into your praise like if you had a carrot on a stick. beams at you and cheers, “did you see that? did you think it was cool? I can do it again, watch!” 

gamer!yuuji who tries his hardest to stay quiet while he’s on a voice call with friends but you know it won’t last long. you’re relaxing on his small dorm bed, stretched out while scrolling through your phone, and he’s situated at his desk. there’s a controller cradled in his slender fingers. it’s his preferred way of playing fps games and it’s definitely not the easiest (or most frequently used method) but he’s told you that he enjoys the challenge. doesn’t mind not having hotkeys or easy movement to aid him throughout gameplay. hence, causing his skill to be that much more impressive. the neon colors of his pc illuminate the darkened room, creating a glow around his sharp features and his concentration on the screen in front of him gives you the (very) necessary time to appreciatively stare. he’s clad in the dark, hooded zip up jacket that you gifted him for his birthday. you don’t question the logic of how he can hear when his headphones are over the hoodie that’s haphazardly draped over his pink hair. gaze flitting downward, you’re gnawing on your lower lip when the black tank top yuuji’s wearing does little to conceal his collarbones and the prominent dip of his chest. and the attractive sight is almost enough for you to excuse the raucous callouts that leave his lips. “flanking in,” he announces as he subconsciously leans closer to his screen to get a better view, “crap! they’re baiting! to your right!” and he tries to lessen the intensity of his voice– he really does– but he’s caught in the thrill of being the last person alive on his team. 

gamer!yuuji who’s justification for loading into another match is, “it’ll be quick, promise!” he always keeps his promises to you and this is no exception. though, through his headphones, his friends are loudly pleading for him to play another round. and you just don’t have the heart to tell yuuji to turn their request down. “you can play another, yuu. I can wait,” you suggest with a knowing smile. he moves to pull the headset’s mic away and his lips are pulled into a small frown. his words are soft as he asks, “you sure? I can always tell them I gotta spend time with my girl, ya know. they’ll understand.” and there’s a heat that engulfs you at his casual endearment for you that he uses with his friends. you hum, aware that yuuji deserves to relish in some alone time, “yup! don’t worry, I’ll still be here when you’re done.” after your answer, he seems to contemplate your decision because his brows are furrowed. there’s a sharp glint in his eyes that you recognize and know that he’s come up with a consensus. finally, he leans in his seat to press a delicate kiss on your cheek and murmurs a proposal that benefits the both of you, “sit on my lap for this round, will you? jus’ wanna hold you while I’m playing.” and to prove his point, he swivels his chair in your direction. it's a dangerous game he's playing but he hasn't caught on yet. instead, he moves to spread his legs to make enough room for you, his sweatpants causing the motion to be effortless, and ushers you to him with a pat to his thigh. 

gamer!yuuji who doesn’t feel the slightest bit of embarrassment or shame when his friends clown him over voice chat for whispering sweet nothings into your ear. he’s enamored by you! thinks that he received a literal blessing when the two of you started dating because, like, you’re perfect! and if you don’t share his sentiment then he’ll continually show you that you’re the only one for him. thus, he feels obligated to remind you every single chance he has. “you’re so pretty,” he coos when you’re seated on his lap. his chest is pressed against your back and quite frankly, it’s almost too surreal for him. this angle is, also, absolutely ideal for him to shower you with the praise and attention that you deserve. and goodness, yuuji makes certain of it. he implores you by lifting your chin with his index finger, his touch is gentle. however, the gaze that he settles upon you is heavy. “the prettiest,” he slurs, “all f’me, right?” and this man has his mic unmuted the entire time. of course his friends are quick to tease him, tossing in their own complaints of, “c’mon man!” or “get a room, lovebirds!” but yuuji’s on cloud nine when you’re in his lap like this. you, on the other hand, are the epitome of flustered. you’re reminded of the breadth of his physique because while he’s not necessarily the biggest male in the world, he’s still brawny. with his sleeves pushed up to his forearms, he reaches around you to grab his controller again and utters a teasing, “aw, you guys are haters,” to his friends. unperturbed by their protests, he leans closer, lulled by your saccharine perfume, and rests his head on your shoulder. just a moment of peace shared between the both of you. his arms come around to encase you in a warm embrace, sweetly asking if you’re comfortable, and before long he’s loading up into another game. 

gamer!yuuji who, while waiting for his teammates to rez him, rests his large hands on your thighs. it’s almost alarming how natural the action is. the scenario that usually happens is that he ends up swearing when his character dies, places his controller down, and dives right back into latching onto your thighs. finds pleasure in how soft you are between his strong fingers. “you need anything? water? snacks?” he asks, ready to do anything for your comfort. his fingertips lovingly trace circles on the curve of your upper thighs as he waits for your answer. a mischievous grin dances on his face when he quickly adds, “more kisses?” and his eagerness causes you to giggle as you teasingly push him away when he drifts toward you. “if you win the game I’ll give you a kiss,” you offer and his eyes light up at your words. but then he’s pouting, “but I haven’t kissed you all day!” and you would’ve felt guilty, given his wide eyes and somber dip of his pretty lips, if it wasn’t for the fact that he already has. “you just gave me a kiss, yuu,” you remind him while you’re still comfortably tucked into his chest. “that was just a kiss on the cheek,” he clarifies and huffs like it was obvious, “let me make it up to you now.” but he’s interrupted by one of his friends hollering for him to focus and you’re a fit of giggles when he outwardly sulks. “they need their star player,” you croon. 

gamer!yuuji who’s reduced to sloppy aim/bad callouts because you’re whispering praises and pressing hot kisses on his neck. you didn’t think it’d end up like this but you can’t help but purr, “did so good, yuu. I’m so proud of you,” when he manages to wipe the opposing squad. and at the recognition, he readjusts himself in his seat and nods to himself. like he’s not expecting the low drawl in your tone. or how warm you are in his lap. there’s a foggy daze in his eyes when you angle yourself closer to him so it’d be easier to cheer him on. “hah, you’re proud of me?” he repeats, eyes glued to the screen in hopes of hearing your pretty voice again. you hum, drawing yourself into the junction of his neck and pressing a sticky kiss at the sensitive spot, “mhm, so proud.” he almost drops his controller, scrambling to regain hold on it, and clears his throat at his mishap when his friends comment on it. his ears are tinged red and he weakly breathes out your name. a warning? a plea for more? you’re not sure but it’s hypnotic the way his eyes droop until they’re half-lidded. it’s when you nip at his neck that he smacks a hand over his mouth to muffle the groan that threatens to leave his lips. “not fair,” he rasps as he misses his shots due to your teasing. his team is losing and their star player is slowly losing his concentration the more the match goes on. you trail kisses along the expanse of his neck, reveling in how he squirms from underneath you. he’s melting. fully dizzy when you press another open-mouthed kiss below his jaw. the game ends with yuuji winning but that’s not his biggest victory at the moment. scrambling to mute himself on his mic, he pivots his attention to you, big brown eyes captivated in yours, and pleads, “please kiss me, baby.” his voice is syrupy and thick, like it’s cemented in his throat. the headphones that he wears are immediately discarded. his hands automatically trail down to hold onto your waist, coercing you even closer in his tight hold. he hovers above your glossy lips, fully mesmerized, and he sweetly begs some more, “please.” 

gamer!yuuji who decides it’s his turn to punish you with his own teasing since he won the game. his hands are all over you, smearing along your body in an attempt to memorize the shape. then, he lifts you up, manhandling you so that your legs are on either side of him. now, you’re finally facing him. he does it with ease. a swoop of his strong arms and you're exactly where he wants you. “this’ll be better,” he voices, mostly to himself. likes the weight of you on him. keeps him grounded. yet you can’t help but notice that even his voice is intoxicating. desperate. it almost borders a groan. he gently presses down on your thighs, efficiently laying you over his lap so you’re flush against him. a slow exhale passes his lips at the contact and you’re hyper-sensitive to how rough the fabric of his sweatpants are. hot, heavy– him. he huffs, amused yet greedy, when you weakly whine. and he considers that his earlier speculation was correct. you’re the prettiest like this; cheeks flared with desire and fingers needily tugging at him. he’s not any better. blushy hair a tousled mess and a tinge of red dusting across his face. there are hearts in his eyes. the air between the two of you is suffocating. but he breathes you in like he’s deprived and he’s finally getting his fill now. “gonna let me play with you now, pretty girl?” his breathing is raspy, rising at the ends of it like you have a grip on him that you’re unaware of. he brings a calloused hand up and drapes it along your neck. it's so large in comparison that his thumb brushes along your nape. feels you gulp beneath the press of his fingertips and you're going cross-eyed from mapping out the veins on his hands. and he might ask you about it after. or he might use it as leverage later on. a fact is known though. unknowingly, you flipped a switch within him and this time he won’t lose.

[degenerateworm]

Video games with Wesker!

I am a video game haver and player baby, so you bet my wormy ass I'm going to make some headcanons about playing games with my favourite man!

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Wesker knows you like to play video games. Of course he does, when often you talk with him about your favourites; the lore, your favourite characters, your favourite mechanics, your gripes and least favourite things...

It's not that Albert has never been interested in them. He's just never had the time. Ever since you started dating him you've realised how much he neglects his own recreational time, so you aren't surprised that he wouldn't know much about something solely made for that purpose.

So you decided to introduce him to it. And, because he loves you, he lets you.

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At first, he fails to see the point in it, because he's Albert fucking Wesker™, and he has things to do. But like always, you remind him that recreational time is important for one's health, making him huff and nod begrudgingly.

After a while, he starts to stare intensely at the screen as you play, pointing out things that you might have missed, and helping you with things you may not be the best at.

Albert Backseat Gamer Wesker.

And when you give him the controller, he has a small smile on his face, quickly getting used to the controls as you snuggle in beside him on the couch.

Although he does grumble a bit about having to take off his gloves to better play. And you know that this man, a master spy and infiltrator, would know how to work a keyboard and mouse.

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The first game I see Albert really enjoy playing, is ironically, Project Zomboid. He likes the difficulty and realism of it, plus you bet my wormy ass he loves grinding out tedious tasks and zoning out, like body disposal and loot organising.

I feel like he would like crafting/survival games the most, but mainly realistic ones; so I don't think you'd find him playing Terraria or Minecraft anytime soon. Things like The Long Dark as well, awful situations are his favourites.

Wesker likes to take the lead in these games, assigning roles to each of you and making strategies for better survival.

When Albert likes a game though, he studies it like a syllabus. You know he would have memorised all of the exploits and timings for things.

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Sometimes he ventures out into other games, but only if they are very in depth and thought out. You will almost never see him playing a fantasy, especially an RPG, because who else would he be other than himself? He doesn't have a very big imagination in these things.

So it's crazy when he tells you he's downloaded Baldur's Gate 3, and he wants you to play it with him.

Probably goes with the default appearance of races, although he finds out how to min max his character FAST. He'll find it hard to get into the roleplay aspect of it, so he will often ask you to talk to the npcs.

Doesn't bother with the Romance options, but he surprisingly doesn't mind when you go for them. Just be ready for his teasing, no matter who you choose.

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If you want to play multiplayer online with him though, he will be a bit cautious. You'll have to explain to him that he can talk through text chat, and not have his voice on file.

He can even use a VPN if he wants! After that, Wesker will once again relent. After all, you've introduced him to a lot of nice things so far.

I don't actually know what kind of online games Wesker would like. I'm thinking simple team FPS ones would be the ones he gravitates to first; things like Overwatch and Apex Legends so that he can play with you.

He likes to turn off the voice volume for most of it, as the characters annoy him.

Usually stays in a discord call with you, but sometimes he orders his team around in text chat.

Or chats shit to someone if they're bad. You just KNOW he would make up the best roasts.

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He doesn't see the appeal of single player games, other than to tell a story. If he wanted that, Wesker would just read a book.

But... Horror games. He won't tell you this, but some games of this genre give him ideas.

Maybe Wesker could bring this up in his lab later on...

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Intoxicating Fear (XV)

A foreboding calm

Part one // Masterpost // continued from here

If you noticed Kit’s face-claim change, ahahah… no you didn’t ;)

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Ambrose didn’t come back for days. Kit didn’t have any of the strange headaches, there was nothing. No shred of contact. No stupid texts, no phone calls, nothing.

It was eerie. Strange.

Kit had to re-learn how to be a person again. How to exist without the constant threat of violence or pain, or Ambrose. The further they got away from Friday, the greater Kit’s anxiety grew that Ambrose would come back.

It was a quiet Saturday, too quiet. Kit woke and checked his phone to see if Ambrose text but nothing. It was… unsettling. As if there were tiny ants crawling through his veins and scurrying along his nerves pulsing to see if they could sense Ambrose’s presence lurking.

Every electric pulse of stranger’s nerves sending signals their brains prickled Kit’s fight or flight just in case it could be Ambrose. He couldn’t escape it in the shops, walking down streets, on the metro, in his apartment block because he could feel someone walk up the steps to his floor… and walk right past it.

He couldn’t seem to relax, to find any sort of peace on his own. Music didn’t help not even when he blared it on max volume in his ears. Tv shows barely served as a distraction and by the time Sunday rolled around Kit decided he needed to go back to work, just to be somewhere he knew Ambrose couldn’t ambush him.

That’s what found him staring at the Hero Tower as he emerged from the sea of commuters. He took the overground train on the raised train tracks that ran through the city. The Hero tower loomed above them all in the old-town, inner district at least. Maybe if they built it in the business district there would be some competition. Maybe it wouldn’t look as impressive.

It still managed to make Kit’s thoughts turn static, almost mute, as if he was staring out at the sea, bare feet on the sand and listening to the waves come in and out.

Even with all the cars and honking noises of the city’s traffic. Kit disentangled himself from the bustle and took the revolving door into the lobby of the Hero Tower, and for the first time in days? Weeks? months, he felt safe. The familiar smell greeted him with a sudden burst and he almost sighed at the scent. It smelled refreshing, clean, but not to the sickening degree of a clinical, hospital smell. It was more personal, more like a showroom in a beautiful house on the outskirts of the city— that was definitely outside his budget— would smell of.

A small voice in his head said that it smelled like how Mentor’s house smelled when he was a teenager, but Kit ignored it and continued to the lift. It was directly opposite the lobby entrance and had a keypad in front of it. Kit lifted his hand to key in the passcode when tanned, lithe fingers beat him to it.

Kit’s alarm system had alerted him to the individual approaching him, but it was the smell of the pungent cologne that identified them.

“Well, well, well Mallory. Risen from the dead. Poor Superhero was worried sick,” a voice dripping with mock concern slithered from his left. Kit tilted his head up to watch the numbers on the lift drop, ignoring the idiot.

24, 23, 22—

“Are you sure you’re able to come back to work? We were coping just fine without you, Hero of Heroes.”

“I figured you’d miss me if I stayed away too long, Sawyer. God knows what other poor soul you’d make suffer your company.”

The doors opened and Kit stepped towards them, but it was Sawyer who got in first. Seeing Sawyer’s weasel-like face put a dampener on Kit’s mood. Sawyer had a long face, with a pointed nose and long thin lips that were always a little bit unsettling. Not to mention his mocking jade eyes that judged your every move.

Though, to Sawyer’s credit, he wasn’t Ambrose, and Kit joined him in the lift with that reassurance, pressing the button for his floor.

“Just the atmosphere when you were gone was so refreshing, Mallory. It was as good as the academy days after you left. Everyone was happy, not having to look at the moping orphan and listen to his poor excuse at humour.”

Kit leaned back against the corner of the lift, as far as he could get away from Sawyer and let out a small scoff of a laugh.

“I’m sure they got plenty of laughs out of seeing your ugly mug everyday.”

“Wow, playground insults,” Sawyer deadpanned, swiveling his head to Kit. Kit smiled. “What’re you? Five?”

“Outta five.”

Sawyer scoffed and looked back to the numbers go up in the lift.

To be fair to Sawyer, he wasn’t a bad looking guy. He had a sort of elegant charm working for him, with his slicked back hair and strange features. It was mostly his personality that was hideous, cold and distant like his powers. His shadows always kinda creeped Kit out, even in their academy days. That fear seemed laughable now; compared to Ambrose… Sawyer was a saint. Not to mention the fact that Sawyer was actually a competent Hero, unlike Kit.

“The class prodigy. The crème de la crème,” Sawyer said. “The poor orphan graces us with his presence. How marvellous a day. Aren’t we all blessed?”

“I’m not feeling very blessed to have to stand this close to you, pal,” Kit retorted, smiling sweetly at Sawyer. “Especially in such a confined space.”

Sawyer scoffed. “You’re so full of shit, Sparky.”

Kit shrugged. “I eat a lot of fibre.”

Kit barely had time to enjoy the retort before a giant, shadowed hand slammed against his chest and pinned him to the metal wall behind him. His head bounced off the metal on impact, but Kit didn’t make a sound or struggle. He just stayed still as Sawyer closed the distance between them and slammed a hand beside Kit’s head, leaning in even closer.

Sawyer’s smile was lopsided as he stared down at Kit, but his eyes burned like two coals. “You don’t even know what it’s like for the rest of us normal, mere mortals, do you?”

Anger flared hot in Kit’s chest and he was about to retort when Ambrose flashed into his mind and he faltered.

“Us heroes and villains, we’re all where we are today because we didn’t fit into the normal life…” his silver tongued voice repeated in Kit’s mind. “A normal person would be dead if they had that much electricity coursing through their body.”

“God,” Sawyer said with an exasperated sigh, pulling Kit back into the moment where he was. In the lift, with Sawyer, at the Hero tower not basement where Ambrose kept him chained. “You’re not even paying attention are you? What? Too good to respond to me now? Hey!”

Sawyer slammed his hand on the wall again and Kit flinched. Wide eyes shot to Sawyer’s black and it was as if all oxygen had left the lift and Kit was horribly aware of the confusion that was painted clearly across Sawyer’s features.

The shadowed hand dissolved from Kit’s chest but he didn’t move. He stood frozen. Sawyer the headlights, Kit the deer.

Kit never flinched.

Never.

Not even when they were in the academy.

Not when Nemesis beat the shit out of him and told him run back to whatever whore he crawled out of.

Not when he was assigned his first mission as a hero in training under Mentor.

Sawyer’s eyebrows drew down over his eyes. His voice softening as he asked: “why—”

The ding of the lift snapped them both out of a trance and Sawyer jumped back to the other side of the lift, hands behind his back and staring at the doors as they slid open. Kit did his best to appear normal too, though the heaviness in the elevator was suffocating.

Kit’s eyes flicked up to the floor number, 19, then went to the doors that were to reveal Tides. Kit’s heart stopped seeing her. She smiled at the two of them as she stepped into the lift.

“Hello boys,” she said in her bright happy way.

Kit swallowed, trying to force moisture back into his mouth while the doors closed again and Sawyer asked Tides what floor she was getting off on. His tongue was heavy and felt like sawdust, and practically scrapped his already chapped lips instead of soothing them, because Tides was the Hero who was with Kit on the docks that day.

She would have to remember Ambrose, right? Unless he made her forget, but did he even have time to do that? A million thoughts zoomed through Kit’s mind, some too fast to even catch because what if she remembered? Could she help him? Could he tell her about Ambrose, describe him even if she didn’t? Probably not with the fucking conditions of Kit’s freedom cemented into his brain and… Kit’s glanced at Sawyer from the corner of his eyes, whatever that was.

The lift stopped again at floor 27 and Sawyer walked out, saying bye to Tides, and it was just Kit and Tides left. Tides worked out of the same floor as Kit so they could ride the lift up together. This was his chance. He had to say something.

It was Tides who spoke first. “I’m happy to see you’re feeling good, Kit,” she said, and Kit looked at her. “Superhero said you had a bad flu.”

“Yeah,” Kit began, then cleared his throat. “Yeah. It’s good to see you actually, I’ve been wanting to talk to you about that night on the docks.”

Tides turned her body to face him, resting her back against the opposite wall. “Of course. You saved my life.”

“Do you…” Kit began, but trailed off. How was he going to word this? “Do you remember the Villain we were fighting?”

“Of course. It was Omen.” The words hit Kit’s chest like a freight train. She remembered! She knew! That would make explaining his current predicament so much easier. “He’s…” Tides began, but shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself, a distant glaze coating her eyes. “I still have nightmares about that night.”

Kit’s heart lurched in his chest because he knew exactly how she felt. He knew exactly what being Ambrose’s puppet felt like. As if she was covered in a layer of dirt that she couldn’t shake, like a film of grease around her entire body and inside of her, violated. A small voice wondered if she flinched at the thought of Ambrose too.

“Can you explain the feeling?” Kit asked, voice gentle. Tides’ bright green eyes found his, almost pleading.

“Kit…” she said instead, reaching forward and wrapping her hand around his forearm. “I know you must be thinking about Mentor and how he felt, but you can’t let vengeance consume you. Omen is a monster, you can’t torture yourself with this. We’ll catch him.”

“It’s not—” Kit began but the words caught in his throat and he wanted to curse. He ran a shaky hand through his hair and let out a sigh. He let out a huff of a breath and lifted his gaze to meet Tides’s green eyes, “it’s not about Mentor. It’s about you. About… why he was there that night, on the docks. When there was a co-ordinated attack on the city.”

Tides hummed thoughtfully. “You think Omen recruited a group of Villains to attack me on the docks?”

Kit shrugged. “Maybe not Omen,” he said as the lift doors opened again onto their floor and the pair stepped out. It doesn’t seem like the kind of thing Ambrose would do, he didn’t exactly seem like a team player. “Maybe some other Villain is pulling the strings.”

“Have you told Superhero this?” Tides asked, flicking her dyed pink hair over her shoulder.

“It’s just an idea that’s been bouncing around my head,” Kit told her honestly. There was something about that night that he felt like he was missing. Some part of the puzzle that didn’t quite fit. It almost seemed like Ambrose was waiting for him, but then again… his reaction to Kit the other day was strange, so maybe not Kit? Maybe he was waiting for someone else.

Tides pulled him out of his thoughts as they rounded the corner to Tides’s desk. “I think you should clue Superhero in on your theory. Maybe he can help you paint a fuller picture.”

“Yeah,” Kit said with a nod, moving to leave. “I think I will. Thanks Tides.”

Tides hand shot out, wrapping around Kit’s forearm stopping him in his tracks. Her smile was reassuring, as she said: “and Kit, seriously, don’t beat yourself up about that night. You saved me. Remember that.”

Kit swallowed a scoff.

Oh he would remember if he could, if Ambrose hadn’t taken that memory from him. He just smiled in reply and squeezed her hand on his arm before stepping back. Maybe Tides was right, he thought, walking straight to Superhero’s office, he could use a second opinion on all of this.

He couldn’t talk about Ambrose or Omen, or what he did to Kit personally, but he could talk about it in a roundabout way. He was sure he’d find a way. Ambrose wasn’t always flawless in his commands, Kit proved that when he was able to stay in his childhood home, he’d find a path through if he was careful.

Superhero’s office was half a flight of steps above all the other desks that the normal heroes worked out of. It’s walls were made of a tinted glass which meant that he could see out but you couldn’t see in. A good security measure for the boss, Kit remembers Superhero telling them with a self-depreciating laugh when the architect was installing the new glass.

Kit remembers humming in response, watching as Mentor’s normal two-way glass was removed and couldn’t help but feel the difference in authority immediately after Superhero took over.

Now, Kit didn’t really care what kind of wall Superhero’s office had as he climbed the short flight and walked into the office without knocking.

Superhero wasn’t alone, and Kit felt a conversation die as he entered the room. “Oh, sorry,” Kit said, standing in the doorway. “I didn’t realise you had company.”

Kit met Superhero’s bright eyes over his guest’s head and he made an effort to smooth out his pinched up features. He offered Kit a smile, “not at all, Kit.”

The grey suit Superhero was deep in discussion with turned his body and smiled when he saw Kit. Kit offered a grin back, letting the door close behind him. He would recognise those warm silver eyes anywhere.

“Kit,” Mr Silver said, taking Kit’s outstretched hand and clapping his other hand to Kit’s elbow, squeezing it reassuringly. “How have you been?”

Kit shrugged, patting Mr Silver’s shoulder in return as they let go of each other’s hand. “Good, good. It’s good to see you, it’s been a while.”

“Indeed it has,” Mr Silver replied with his smooth voice. “You’ve already made your mark on the city.”

“Wouldn’t be able to if people like you didn’t keep it running,” Kit shot back. Mr Silver wasn’t a hero, but he was a gifted individual. His power lay more in his mind than a physical, typical Hero power. He had a gift for patterns, facts and numbers, all very cerebral he told Kit when they had first met. Mentor had taken Mr Silver on as a liaison between the Hero agency and the government, but he was more like a family friend than business associate.

Kit looked between Silver and a disgruntled Superhero, who was trying very hard to hide his expression below a pleasant façade. “What’re you doing here today?”

Silver straightened his posture, inclining his head a little and Kit’s eyes went to Superhero and back again. “I’m sure Superhero will fill you in on the details,” Silver said, fixing his suit jacket. “I think that’s my cue to leave, Superhero.”

Superhero smiled with thin lips as he nodded politely to Mr Silver. “Of course, Mr Silver. Always a pleasure.”

Silver raised his eyebrows as he passed Kit, and Kit frowned, following the man with his eyes. Silver opened the door and paused just before he stepped out, glancing back to Kit, his features conflicted. “Give Mentor my best when you see him again, Kit.”

“I will, Silver,” Kit told him earnestly. Silver smiled before he left the office and closed the door behind him. Kit’s head snapped to Superhero who had his back to Kit, hands on his face, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“What was that all about?” Kit asked, watching as Silver walked through the office towards the lift and press the call button.

“Bureaucratic bullshit as usual,” Superhero said with a huff behind him. Kit turned to face Superhero once the elevator doors opened, fixing his gaze to Superhero instead. “I need a cigarette.”

“You’re a hero, Superhero,” Kit told him lightly. “You can’t save the world if you’re out of breath rescuing kittens.”

“Mmm, a drink then,” Superhero said, walking around his desk and settling heavy into his chair with another sigh. He opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and two glasses. He raised his eyebrows to Kit who shook his head in reply. Superhero shrugged and poured two fingers of whiskey, almost slamming the bottle onto the table.

“Why was Silver here?” Kit asked, taking the seat in front of Superhero’s desk, reclining into it.

Superhero shook his head, as if it was too serious a subject to remember. Kit stared at Superhero expectantly while he gulped down the whiskey in one shot.

“Jesus, Superhero, are you okay?”

Superhero shook his head, going to grab the bottle again. “What did you need?”

Kit watched as Superhero poured out three fingers of whiskey and screw the cap back on the bottle before reclining into his seat.

“Uh, yeah, I was just talking to Tides on the way up about a theory I have about the villains uniting.”

Superhero paused, eyebrows furrowing, casting deep shadows over his already deep set eyes. “Thank god I’m already drinking,” he said, tone anything but humourous. “Continue.”

Kit leaned forward in his seat and began, careful to avoid saying anything about Ambrose. “I don’t think the day Tides was attacked on the docks was a coincidence. That the attack just happened to coincide with the attack in first and in the business district.”

An unreadable expression flashed across Superhero’s face, more like how it was when Kit walked in on him and Silver. Kit almost winced at it, and said after: “listen, I don’t want to pile shit on your plate—“”

“No, no,” Superhero said with a sigh, leaning forward too and setting his glass down on the desk. He rubbed his eyes with his palms and let out another long frustrated huff. Then he looked up at Kit almost sheepishly. “How did Mentor do this for so long?”

Kit’s face broke into a sad smile. “I honestly don’t know.”

“He made it all look so easy, even the government visits.”

Kit licked his lips, the question written all over his face. Superhero scoffed and shook his head before standing and walking to the window that overlooked the office. He stood there, looking onto the floor like a disappointed parent. His hands on his hips, shoulders slumped, head dipped slightly.

“Silver’s not really the government, though, Superhero,” Kit said standing too. He didn’t join Superhero by the window, instead he turned and sat back against the edge of the table, crossing his arms over his chest. “He’s part of the regulatory—”

“Regulatory Office of Powered individuals,” Superhero said over Kit, cutting him off. “Yes thank you, Kit. I know.”

“So what was the problem?”

Superhero sighed again. He was sighing too much. Too despondent. Did Silver say something bad? Has he noticed something that the world was skimming over? Something substantial?

“He said the same thing you’re alluding to, something I don’t want to know about.”

Kit straightened, his stomach bottoming out. “What?”

“There’s something big coming, apparently. Some new villain in town that has been, as you hypothesised, recruiting villains to a common cause.”

Kit’s mind raced at the information, his mind too slow to process it. Was he right? Was it Ambrose? Omen? Was he organising a group of Villains for god knows what?

“Do you know—”

“No, nothing,” Superhero said gravely. A soft slightly hysterical laugh burst from his lips. “We’re barely managing now, Kit. I don’t think the Hero agency will survive this! It’s ridiculous. Nobody wants to become a Hero after what happened to Mentor and most people have either resigned like cowards or decided they want to keep their powers to themselves.”

Kit frowned. “What do you mean? When I left the Hero academy it was—”

“Full? Yeah.”

Kit bristled as Superhero turned to face him again, expression grave. Superhero walked over to the two armchairs at the far side of the office, settling heavy into one of them.

“You were one of the last classes to graduate. Well,” Superhero paused, eyes flickering almost sardonically to Kit’s, “not you obviously, what with Mentor taking you in.”

Kit ignored the silent accusation in Superhero’s voice as he said that, but it must have been written plainly on his face.

“No, no, I don’t mean— in a bad way, Kit. You were the best in your class, obviously Mentor would take an interest in you. You’re a good kid. A good hero. A good guy. Everyone likes you, I just…” Superhero continued with a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.

Kit swallowed, sensing the tension that was weighing Superhero down. He walked over to the armchair opposite Superhero and sat down.

“What is it?”

“Some parents pulled their kids from the academy after Mentor was attacked.”

Kit stared at Superhero. He hadn’t heard this. Surely Sawyer would’ve told him, or someone would have messaged him to tell him.

Sawyer’s words replayed in his head: “Just the atmosphere when you were gone was so refreshing, Mallory. It was as good as the academy days after you left. Everyone was happy, not having to look at the moping orphan."

Maybe he misread his friendships at the Academy. Maybe they all just secretly hated him but Sawyer was the only one with any guts to tell him to his face. Or maybe someone did reach out and tell him but he couldn’t remember because of Ambrose’s stupid compulsion.

“But… what?” Kit blurted out, bewildered. “Why? I don’t understand.”

“Mentor was a symbol more than a man, Kit. He was hope. It wasn’t just a dark day for you when he was attacked. The city mourned with you.”

Kit swallowed the lump in his throat. This wasn’t at all how he expected this conversation to go. That’s what was wrong with Superhero, he had lost hope, but Kit didn’t— well, he didn’t know the current situation was so bleak.

You didn’t know because Ambrose didn’t want you to know.

“But you’re Mentor now, Superhero,” Kit said, his voice insistent. Superhero lifted his head, eyes wide like a boys. “You’re the new symbol of hope. We can stop this new villain like we’ve stopped every villain before them. Together.”

Superhero let out a breath of startled laughter, running his hand back through his hair.

“Who’s supposed to be who’s support again?”

Kit stood from the chair, shrugging with a charming smile and said: “I’m the Hero for Heroes, remember? That includes you.”

Superhero laughed, shaking his head.

“One good press release and you’ve already let it go to your head.”

“What can I say? The people love me. The masses love me. The heroes—” hate me “love me. It’s so hard to be everything for everyone all at once.”

“Uh huh. How about you do some work instead of talking me to death?”

Kit paused once he opened the door to the office. “If you need another psychiatrist session you can always come to me.”

“Get out before I kick you out," Superhero said and Kit laughed as he left, closing the door behind him. He descended the steps with the smile on his lips until he got to his desk and sat down, facing the small partition. Only then did he let his concern morph his features, safe from anyone else's scrutiny.

Superhero's worry was more than just the standard concern for the city. The very Hero profession could be at stake if they didn't find and stop this new villain on the scene, and Mentor had worked far too hard to let it all be for nothing.

He needed to talk to Ambrose, find out what the bastard knew. Only then could Kit plan properly… but after Ambrose stormed out of Kit’s apartment he had been quiet as a mouse. Kit could only hope that he would drop by again.

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Continued here

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Since there are quite a few award shows going on, what are your thoughts on a fic about Ewan and reader at the awards together and they are being so flirty (trying and failing so hard to hide it) in the background that even the cast are teasing them. Meanwhile it’s all going viral? As always, this just an idea, no pressure to write it or anything! Hope you have a lovely day :)

Secret Hand Holding

Ewan Mitchell x Reader

Summary: "YALL AINT SLICK, IVE GOT 20 LOW RES SS OF YAZ HOLDIN HANDS AND IMMA BOUTTA THROW HANDS"

Word Count: >600

Warnings: gender neutral!reader, use of y/n cos 🤧 tis unavoidable, crackfic, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: I need a breather cos i got this commission and i'm panicking over it. i did change some stuff about the req nonnie, so i hope ya still like it <3 also the gettyimages watermark HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @risefallrise @slavyanskiyahui @antisociablewallflower @lxdyred

Now Playing: ewan and [y/n] moments that are TOO SUS to be a ✨nothing✨

à la ai generated voice: Hello, Every [...] one i have been thinking about iwan- - - why did he say it like that- IWAN -- YOUWAN- And [...] y/n,,, ever since they did the house of the dragon press thing [...] and [...] i have not been able to get this

[SHAKY EFFECT] [LOUD BG MUSIC] [PHOTOGRAPH OF YOU AND EWAN]

à la ai generated voice: out of my head [...] So [...] here are a few moments during that event where i think it's just [MAX VOLUME] TOO SUS [NORMAL VOLUME] for them to not be [...] [...] idk horn dogging behind the- [CUT NOISE + WHITE SOUND]

You were posing for some pictures. Ewan just came in, chewing gum. Your name was begin called by the photographers and, quite frankly, you were serving like rent was due. You were giving. That in and of itself deserved its own edit (which it does-- it has its own edits).

Your expression was mostly stoic and your hands were relaxed upon the front of your thighs.

Then came Ewan, ready to pose for the carpet, and as he did so, the paparazzi called out his name, making you turn from your side, and immediately break character.

Your otherwise blank face morphs into a wide grin and you gather yourself, walking over to Ewan, though he was at a side where you had just finished posing. The moment you are remotely close, Ewan turns, and his own poker face twists into a pursed smile. He reaches out for you and gives you a hug.

You kiss his cheek and a lipstick mark stays on his skin for a good unknowing 6 seconds.

[loud bg] THAT SIX SECONDS IS WELL-DOCUMENTED.

From the moment you two pose next to each other, the different fan cams and multiple angles wherein the kiss mark and your smiles are visible, to the moment you turn and gasp, reaching out to wipe Ewan's cheek, it's all very much well-documented.

Ewan glances at you as you rub his cheek with your thumb. You're holding back a laugh as you mutter something that makes him thin his lips and mutter something back.

à la ai generated voice: GIRL WE KNOW 😃😃😃😩😩😩😒😒😒🤮🤮🤮 WE KNOW double yew double yew double yew double yew double yew,,, sigh [...] [...] now onto the part that went [...] [DEAFENINGLY LOUD] VIRAL

You were mid posing for the carpet right.

Ewan turns to you. He mumbles something that makes you turn over to your right and break into a laugh. You wave at someone (no one knows who to this day), and with a toothy grin, turn back to Ewan. The arms you had by each other's back slowly glide down against each other as you pull away and tell him something that makes him smirk and nod.

And then, your hands are by each other's wrists, dangling beside each other. Next thing that happens, you're holding hands and you're pulling him away.

Ewan follows you with no fuss. [EDIT IN SCREAMING SOUNDS] As you lead him off, you stop and await him to your side. Once he's close enough, you turn to him from over your shoulder and say something.

In reaction to whatever you said, Ewan smirks and shrugs. He points to the distance and, for some reason, you laugh really hard at that.

[REALLY LOUD GROANING, GROWLING, RABID NOISES]

à la ai generated voice: What the,,, [...] [...] [monotonous but loud] FUCKINGSHITFUCKINGFUCKFUCKINGFATHERFUCKINGFUCKERSHITCUNTRATGREMLINAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA [...] [...] did you just unleash upon this cursed land question mark (?)

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Chapter 2: Old Friends, New Dynamics

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 2)

The buzz from the Red Bull announcement still lingered in the air, and Charles couldn’t stop scrolling through social media. Mark Spencer was trending again—videos of his best race moments, side-by-sides of him with Max, even memes of Mark joining Red Bull that ranged from hilarious to bittersweet.

Charles leaned back on his couch, the soft glow of the Monaco sunset painting the room in gold. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of... something. Maybe it was nostalgia? Or maybe it was the fact that Mark had been gone from Ferrari for only a month, and yet it felt like so much had changed already.

The phone buzzed next to him, snapping him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the screen. Mark Spencer calling.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, despite everything. He answered. “Well, well, if it isn’t Red Bull’s newest poster boy.”

Mark’s familiar laugh echoed through the speaker. “You miss me already, don’t you?”

Charles smirked, playing along. “Maybe I just miss the silence in the paddock. It’s been so peaceful without your annoying ass around.”

“Ah, don’t worry. I’ll be back to ruin that for you soon enough,” Mark teased. “Get ready for my new jokes and more of my ‘annoying’ presence.”

Charles leaned back, staring out at the view. There was an odd comfort in the banter. “Congrats, by the way. Max’s teammate, huh?”

“Yeah, big shoes to fill,” Mark replied, his tone casual, but Charles knew him well enough to hear the pride underneath it.

“But I’ve always been up for a challenge.”

The line went quiet for a moment, both of them letting the weight of their conversation settle. They hadn’t spoken since the season ended, and now, suddenly, Mark was part of Red Bull—a new chapter for him, and a new challenge for Charles.

“I hope you’re ready,” Charles said, voice lowering slightly. “It won’t be easy.”

Mark chuckled. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, Leclerc.”

They shared a moment of silence again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of pause that old friends took when words weren't really necessary.

“So... does this mean I’ll be seeing you in Monaco before the season starts?” Mark asked, the teasing tone back in his voice.

“You better not stay in Max’s shadow,” Charles replied. “Wouldn’t want him stealing all the attention.”

“I’d never do that,” Mark said sarcastically. “Anyway, see you soon.”

Charles hung up, tossing his phone onto the couch. He stared at the ceiling, processing the call. Things were different now, weren’t they? No longer teammates, but still friends—or rivals? The lines were blurring in ways he hadn’t expected.

And the strange thing was... he didn’t mind.

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Three months until the season began, and social media had exploded over the Red Bull announcement. Fans were thrilled about the pairing of Max and Mark, calling them the “dream team,” while others were still hung up on Mark’s exit from Ferrari.

But what really caught Charles’ attention was a new narrative brewing online—theories about his relationship with Alexandra, his childhood best friend.

Charles sighed, running a hand through his hair. As much as he tried to stay out of it, the rumors never stopped. It didn’t help that he and Alexandra had been spotted together more often since the season ended. With Carlos back at Ferrari and now Mark at Red Bull, the media had latched onto every tiny detail of Charles’ life.

He glanced at his phone, the flood of messages and notifications about Alexandra filling his feed. He shook his head, turning off the screen. No matter what, the media always found something to talk about.

But it wasn’t Alexandra who was on his mind—it was Mark.

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A few days later, Charles found himself scrolling through his messages when he stumbled upon an old group chat with Mark and Carlos. He tapped into it, the last message from Mark joking about Ferrari's team strategy during the season. Carlos had sent laughing emojis in response, while Charles had simply ignored it, too annoyed by the loss to reply at the time.

He started typing:

Charles : "Carlos, you coming to Monaco soon?"

Carlos : "Of course. Why, you planning something?"

Mark : "Is this Charles’ way of saying he misses us?"

Charles rolled his eyes. Typical Mark.

Charles : "Just thinking it’d be good to catch up."

Carlos : "Let’s do it. One last hurrah before the new season."

Mark : "Can’t wait. Oh, and Charles, remember—I’m on a different team now. Gotta keep the secrets to myself ;)"

Charles could practically hear Mark’s playful voice through the text. He shot back a simple eye-roll emoji, but deep down, he knew this season was going to be different. The dynamics had changed—old friends, yes, but with new tensions, new rivalries, and maybe... new emotions simmering just beneath the surface.

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History Must Repeat Itself - Chapter 6

Author's Note: hey everyone, thanks to those who're enjoying the story so far! (Ps this is definitely a filler chapter so I apologize for the stagnate vibes)

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Rolling over, I opened my eyes. The sun shining through half closed curtains made me groan. Last night, I'd gone to bed early. I was exhausted. I was feeling the lack of sleep and stress I dealt with. Apparently, I'd slept longer than I was anticipating if the sunlight was any indication.

As soon as I was fully awake, my stomach started making noises. Shoving my feet into a pair of socks, I stumbled down the stairs. From the looks of the shoe mat, I was the only one at home which I guessed from the lack of sound in the house. Taking a glass from the cupboard, I saw a poorly written note from Madison, saying she was with Max and would call later. 

Watching the glass fill with water, I considered what today was going to be. Maybe calling Eddie to push off the homework sitting in my backpack. Tilting the glass back at my lips, a spiderweb reflecting in the sunlight caught my attention. We'd neglected cleaning since moving in. Guess today was a cleaning day.

After a piece of toast, I wandered back to my room. In the back of my closet were boxes, still packed up. I was used to not completely unpacking, always having some boxes ready to go. I didn't feel sentimental as I took things out and found a spot for them.

In the last box, I found a bleach stained pair of overalls specifically for cleaning days. I'd completely forgotten about them. Wrapping my hair up in a bun that looked almost like a bird's nest, I grabbed a Blondie cassette down to the living room. I cranked the volume once the piece of plastic was in its spot.

I ended up scrubbing and sweeping most of the house. Each job flowed into the next. I'd finish vacuuming and notice the kitchen counters needed cleaning. Of course, that reminded me to check. out the bathroom counters. The day continued like this. Finishing in my bedroom, I was exhausted. I took the scrunchie from my hair and shook it out with my fingers. I could take a quick nap.

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The sky had gotten significantly darker outside from when I'd fallen asleep. Swearing, I sat up and jumped out from under the blankets. I hadn't meant to sleep the day away. My to-do list wasn't finished, but I'd do that later.

I was a little surprised at how quiet the house was. I assumed Madison would be home by now. She must've needed a ride from wherever she and Max were. There must be at least a dozen missed phone calls from her.

Leaning on the kitchen counter, I checked the voicemail. No new messages. My eyebrows twitched as I hung up. Madison knew better than to disappear for this long without letting me know where she was. Her stories of monsters and evil science labs bubbled in my mind. I rolled my eyes at my imagination. I don't think those sort of things repeated themselves.

Thankfully and no offence to my sister, Madison didn't have a lot of friends. There weren't a lot of places I needed to check. The obvious place to start was Max's. My thumb hover over the buttons. It was childish, but I didn't want to talk to Neil Hargrove over the phone. It made my stomach knot. I looked at my keys on the counter. A drive-by would have to do.

          I could see the Hargrove/Mayfield house lit up in the distance. All of the cars were in the driveway. I wonder if Neil actually let Madison stay for dinner. Turning my blinker on to pull to the curb, a familiar rumble roared to life. Billy's Camaro reversed from the driveway, screeching into the road. Glancing at the house, I tapped on the steering wheel. Rolling my car towards the house, Neil's voice echoed through the closed windows. Madison wasn't there. Max's step-father kept up his standoff-ish but not abusive performance when she was around. Seeing Billy drive away like that, I assumed he was going to pick up Max. As I'd learned this school year, Max equaled Madison.

I did my best to catch up with the Camaro without breaking too many speeding laws. That wasn't an easy task. If I wasn't as confident in my driving abilities, I would've lost him immediately. Well mostly. His exhaust pipe was beautifully kept, but it was loud. Knowing he had no idea I was trying to catch up with him, I pressed on the horn for a few seconds before flicking my high beams three times. He stuck his hand out the window, flipping me off. I rolled my eyes. Classy, Hargrove.

On the main road, we approached a red light and thanks to other cars waiting, he actually stopped. I switched lanes, effectively cutting off a BMW and pulled up beside Billy. He was already glaring at the bothersome car. His face softened and his eyebrows lifted in surprise. I pointed to an empty plaza that was a few streets ahead. He got the message and nodded. The light had barely changed to green when he pulled away from the line.

I shut the GTI off behind the Camaro and stepped out. Billy was already walking over to me. His jaw was pushed to the side and I could see the imaginary steam rolling off his shoulders. He wasn't in a good mood.

"Do you know where my sister is?" I asked in the mildest voice I could muster.

"Why the fuck does everyone think I know where those stupid girls are? I'm not their damn parents. And let me remind you, neither are you," he snapped with his finger in my face. I knew where the aggravation was from. His father had once again yelled at him because of Max, blaming him for wherever she'd run off to. I crossed my arms, tilting my head. I knew giving Billy any sympathy would put him in a more foul mood. Instead, I'd choose to ignore it.

"I'm aware except my parental figure disappeared and I don't exactly know where she is," I commented. "So, that kid's kinda my responsibility and I'd like to find my sister alive. Do you or don't you know where she is?"

His jaw flex multiple times as his gaze flickered around the plaza, at the few people passing by and finally, his gaze rested on my outfit. A genuine smile broke out on his face and he began laughing. I was surprised at the quick switch in emotion.

"Are you sure you aren't Madison's mother? You're sure filling the MILF role well."

I shook my head with a smile growing on my face.

"I'm very certain that child didn't come from me, but I'll take the compliment," I answered. He stepped forward with a raised eyebrow and my breathe caught in my throat. Did I read him wrong? Did I make him angrier with my sarcasm? Billy raised his hand and my heart stuttered. He tugged on some of the loose hair flying out from the bun I'd put my hair back in to.

"I couldn't imagine you owning a scrunchie, yet here you are." He leaned down and my eyes flickered shut as he inhaled my neck. "Smells like chemicals."

He straightened and I forced my eyes open. He stayed much closer than necessary.

"Someone has to clean the house. Like I said, my mother has gone MIA."

Billy's lips pursed, sliding his hands into his back pockets. "I'm going by the Sinclairs. You can come in the Camaro if you want."

"I think I'll drive my own car." I stepped backwards. "You know you drive like a madman?"

He laughed and wrapped his hand lightly around mine to tug me into his chest. He placed a rough kiss against my cheek.

"I'm very aware."

I shook my head, watching him strolled away. Billy was dizzying but I could see how he drew in every single girl and woman in Hawkins. He looked over his shoulder when his door was open.

"Race you."

My car was no match for the Camaro. I was glad to know where the Sinclairs lived because Billy disappeared in seconds. In similar fashion to my thought about Eddie yesterday, I wondered what this boy did to make me enjoy his company. Billy Hargrove was the biggest asshole I'd ever met. I've lived in eight states and I could say with certainty, there was no one else like him.

Weaving through traffic, I thought about the alone time I'd spent with Billy. He didn't laugh often. Not a full body, true or happy laugh. He wasn't physically affectionate. He didn't hug or even smile really, unless he thought it could lead to something. That boy could say sinful things to a nun without batting an eyelid. Yet his blue eyes and his stupid smile made me believe in a goodness could blossom without stupid Neil Hargrove around.

Billy was walking down the Sinclairs' driveway as I stopped at the curb. He glanced at me and held up a finger, walking towards the next house. I rested my hand against the handle as Billy adjusted his jacket and walking up the Wheelers' driveway. I guess the kids weren't there.

Mrs. Wheeler open the front door. A look of annoyance quickly disappeared from her face when she saw who was standing in front of her. Her eyes grew four sizes and I'm sure she completely forgot that her husband was somewhere inside the house. I leaned back into my seat as Billy glanced back, taking a step into the house. Scoffing, I tossed my hands out. Of course, he couldn't see me and I wasn't going up there for answers. 

Nancy's car wasn't in the driveway, meaning she wouldn't have a heart attack seeing Billy Hargrove inside her house. Not to mention, definitely flirting with her mother.  I dropped my head against the thick cushion, staring at the ceiling. Who blamed their teenage son for the responsibility of his step-sister? What was his motive for abusing Billy before Max and her mum were around? If the things Neil did to Billy were to make him a man, then there's no one more manly. He was athletic, muscular, handsome and attracted every woman within a mile, whether they were married or not. I don't know what his father was looking for, but if Billy stayed near him for much longer, it would kill any goodness that somehow had grown.

         It took another ten minutes before Billy headed back to the Camaro. He glanced in my direction, shaking his head. The girls weren't here. Crap. What the hell took him so long? Actually, I didn't want to know the answer.

Expecting him to come tell me where we were going next, Billy got into the Camaro and sped away. I shook my head, turning my own car key. Completely unsurprised by the rash action, I was grateful Billy pulled to the curb at the stop sign ahead. It seems he didn't want Mrs. Wheeler to know I was along for the ride. How chivalrous.

"I'm checking the Byers'. Follow me if you can," Billy barked, driving away before I could answer. Pressing down on the gas pedal, I flipped Billy off through his back window. His mood was still hanging around. 

          Slowing the car to stop myself from spinning out on the loose dirt road leading to the house, Billy sped even farther ahead of me. His brake lights illuminated then went dark.

As my car broke past the tree line, Billy had Steve Harrington on the ground. This wasn't going anywhere good fast. I shouted out a string of swear words, leaping from my car as Billy took a swift kick at Steve's face. 

"Billy!" He didn't look back as Steve groaned on the grass. I dropped to my knees beside him, ignoring a fuming Billy stalk his way up to the small house. He slammed the door open and let it bang shut but Steve still hadn't gotten up.

"Steve? Oh god, Steve? Please be okay."

I placed my hands on the sides of his face, pushing his hair back. Thank god for Billy's soft toed shoes. Anything worse would have done a lot more of damage. I whispered his name a few more times. Groaning, Steve sat up as the kids screamed inside the house and ceramics crashed. Shit. 

"Jess?" He grumbled. I reached under his arms, yanking him to stand. My attention shifted to the chaos inside. 

"We'll talk later."

The screaming drew Steve completely back into consciousness. He rushed up the porch ahead of me, stumbling a bit. Steve pushed the door open, holding his finger to his mouth. I nodded, heart pounding in my chest. The house I'd been to a few times revealed the living room. With their backs to us, half of the kids stood in the corner with the other half in the hallway. I placed my hands on Madison's and Mike's shoulders, making both of them jump. I pushed them further out of the room. I continued towards Billy looming over a shaking Lucas. I missed what Billy said to Lucas, trying to move Max and Dustin back too. Where were Will and his mother?

"No, you are," Steve said, winding his hand back.

As Billy turned at the voice, Steve's fist connected across his face. His head snapped to the side, but he started laughing. My heart froze at the sound. Lucas stumbled towards us during Billy's distraction, Max and I grabbing his shirt. I pushed him into the hallway and the other kids engulfed him in a hug.

"Looks like you got some fire in you after all, huh? I've been waiting to meet this King Steve everybody's been telling me so much about," Billy teased.

His eyes flickered to me for a moment as he continued taunting Steve. His gaze was dark and predatory. It was more than his regular bullying behaviour. He was scaring me, but I knew better than to allow him feed off it. The mumbling of the five kids behind me stayed at the edge of my focus.

"Get out," Steve said with finality, pushing lightly against Billy's chest. He licked his bloody lip, amusement still on his face. Without much windup, Billy swung but Steve was expecting it. It was a relief when he ducked the fist. As he rose, Steve threw another punch. I felt nauseous, seeing the two fight in such a confined space. Steve's fist connected and Billy's body thrown into the dining room table making me jump. There was nothing I could do to intervene without getting bruised.

"Yes! Kick his ass, Steve!" Dustin excitedly shouted. I sent a wide-eyed glare at him, but all the kids were cheering for Steve. I almost sputtered out a laugh if I hadn't heard skin connecting again. Billy now fell into the kitchen counter, more blood flowing down his face.

"He's actually going to win a fight," Dustin said in a low voice. Glancing down, I realised he was talking to me. I felt bad for Steve at how amazed Dustin sounded. Was he that bad at fighting?

Steve's next hit sent Billy further along the counter. Billy's continued humourless laughter sent shivers down my spine. He was splayed across the counter top, taking his time to rise. I noticed his hand twitch and I opened my mouth to let out a warning, but the plate made contact with Steve's head. Dazed, he stumbled towards Dustin. Dustin almost moved to catch him, but Billy approached from behind and threw another punch. I grabbed at Dustin the same time he back peddled. Steve smashed into the wall, stumbling into the living room. I cringed as a bit of drywall fell away. We were going to owe Joyce a new house after this.

Billy wrapped his hands around Steve's coat. "No one tells me what to do."

I began to take a step forward, but Billy smacked his head against Steve's. A gasp flew out of my throat. Hands wrapped around my arms. Max and Madison both spoke my name, stopping me from getting involved. We stumbled as a group backwards, Steve's body sliding across the floor. There was a sadistic grin on Billy's face and I was panicking. I don't know if Billy had it in him to stop, knowing he's winning. My first thought was to grab a knife, but I didn't want to kill Billy or giving him an easy weapon was not smart.

"Whoa! Get up."

Billy dropped on top of Steve's body, punch after punch across his face. My heart broke, and I was ready to walk over and grab ahold of Billy, knowing I'd get slugged in the process. But I had to get him off Steve. Billy was going to kill him. I could feel it.

I began to pull my arm from my sister's grasp when Max moved beside me. In slow motion, I watched her uncap a syringe and stab it in the right side of Billy's neck. Where the hell did she get that from? Reaching forward, I yanked Max backwards by her shirt. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. Billy stood and faced his sister. His eyes flickered to me but his glare focused on Max. I held my breath, waiting for a reaction. His eyelids slowly shut, and his body began leaning back before ripping out the syringe. He took a step towards us and I tightened my hold on her, ready to step in front of the girl and deal with whatever Billy was going to do.

"The hell is this? You little shit, what did you do?"

As he started to take another step, whatever she'd injected him with sent him crashing to the ground. Max stepped out of my hold as her brother started laughing. It wasn't a normal laugh though. He sounded drunk. Grabbing a baseball bat from the ground, she stood over Billy with the bat poised above her head. I had to do a double take at the bat. It was impaled with construction nails. What the hell did I walk into?

"From here on out, you leave me and my friends alone. Do you understand?"

"Screw you," Billy muttered. Max hits the bat into the floor between Billy's legs. My heart jumped as the nails impaled the hardwood floor. He lifted his head enough to see the bat wasn't stuck into him. He looked almost terrified.

"Say you understand! Say it! Say it!"

"I understand."

"What?"

"I understand," Billy muttered again. His head stayed on the floor and in silence, we watched his eyes shut.

Now that Billy wasn't threatening anyone, I bent down beside Steve. His face was swelling, blood still pumping from it. He was breathing though, relief making my eyes shut. Max muttered something. I turned to the kids, my knees under Steve's head. They were all still staring at Max, mouths hanging open.

"Hey!" They shifted their attention. "Get me towels, water, and ice!"

I watched as all their brains restarted, scattering. Dustin handed me a blue towel from the ground. I pushed Steve's hair off his forehead as he turned his head, waking up a little. His eyes flickered open as Mike put a bowl full of water beside me.

"What're you doin' here?" Steve asked, closing his eyes again.

"I have a sixth sense for danger and fun," I joked, placing the wet towel over his cuts. "Couldn't let you do it alone."

Before he could answer, I felt the full weight of Steve's head against my thighs as he passed out again. All of the kids were covered in dirt. I gave the bat in Max's hand a pointed glare before looking back at Madison.

"Does this have to do with the story you told me?"

Madison nodded. "I didn't know you believed me."

"You told her?" Dustin asked, mouth hung open.

"You told Madison? Dude!" Mike smacked his friend's arm.

"Guys," I snapped before taking a deep breath. I looked at my sister. She was nervous, waiting for my response. Madison didn't know the extent of what happened in New Orleans, but she knew I was cautious about 'paranormal' stuff.

"Go do whatever you have to, but if you don't come home tonight or you're missing a limb, I'll use whatever damn almost adult powers I can muster and come kill you. Got it?" Madison nodded. I looked at the other four. "You got it?"

Max, Dustin, Mike, and Lucas looked at me with shock and disbelief. If it was because I was being calm, I was kinda shocked too. Apparently Louisiana made me more prepared for insane situations. But they nodded.

"You go," I said. "I'll take Steve to the hospital."

"No, we need Steve," Max said quickly. "You take Billy. Drop him off at the police station for all I care. Just get him out of here. I need his car too."

She was already holding up the Camaro's keys. I gave her a questioning look, which she gave me back perfectly. This child would be the death of my mental stability. I stood up and walked over to her. I placed my hands on her cheeks and squinted at her.

"Don't drive like your stupid brother. Be careful, and if you get pulled over, tell them you're taking Steve to the hospital. Cry like you've never cried before. Got it? Be hysterical. Come straight to my house afterwards."

Max smirked at me. "Got it."

I helped the kids get Steve into the back of the Camaro. He'd be fine. He was already starting to moan, the pain of his injuries waking him up. I shook my head, watching the thirteen year old drive off. I don't know what possessed me to allow her to drive. I must be traumatises from watching Billy beat Steve. In shock.

I hoped Max wouldn't wreck the car. There would be hell to pay if it came back with more than a scratch.

Going back in the house, I looked down at the unconscious Billy. It dawned on me there was no way I was going to be able to get him out of here by myself. I'd have to wait until he woke up. Hopefully, no one came home during that time. Turning back to the living room, I finally noticed the walls were covered in blue crayon-covered pages. It looked like streams or roads. Slowly, I walked around the house and followed each thick line. I couldn't make any sense of it. I returned to the unconscious teenager and bent next to his head, running my hand along his hair.

"What did you do?" I whispered. Billy's breathing continued heavily.

My eyes trailed across the ground, catching sight of the blood. These kids left a mess even when they didn't mean to. I didn't know how much sedative Max had injected Billy with and I didn't want to leave Will's mother with a mess. A sedative filled syringe, a baseball bat with nails, and a group of pre-teens who needed their brother's car with an unconscious teenager? I could assume whatever was going on, Joyce Byers was probably very stressed. With a water/bleach mix, and a new towel, I cleaned as best as I could. I guess my cleaning day wasn't over yet.

Let's hope no police showed up looking to investigate a murder.

        I jumped when Billy sat up, gasping for air. He began flailing around, his mind foggy from the drugs. The towel dropped from my hands and I carefully stood, trying not to spook him.

"Billy, it's me. You're okay," I said slowly, stepping around him. He stopped flailing, his wide pupils staring at me while his chest heaved.

"Where's that piece of shit?"

I didn't know if he was talking about Lucas, Max, or Steve.

"They're gone," I said to him carefully. "I'm going to take you home. It's not smart for us to be here. We need to go."

He stood up, but instantly began tumbling over. I lunged forward, wrapping my arms around his waist. A few moments later, Billy got his equilibrium back, chest heaving and stood up straight. Keeping one hand on his waist, I grabbed his other hand. He continued to lean on me for support as we stumbled down the porch steps.

Exiting the Byers' home, Billy begins to shake under my hands. His hand clenched around mine, causing me to look up at his face.

"Billy?"

Billy lunged forward, slamming into my car. Ragged and harsh breaths were coming from him. The sounds were concerning. He looked like he was trying to throw up but nothing was happening. I grabbed his shoulders, doing what I could to make him face me. He was angry, I could see that, but terrified too. Billy's wide eyes stared into mine, his hand over his heart. It dawned on me what was happening. I'd seen it before during people's first high. I moved my hands up to Billy's face, holding him steady.

"Billy, look at me." That felt stupid to say, he already was. "You're having a panic attack. I need you to try and calm your breathing. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Nod your head if you understand me."

I hated saying all the typical things that came with helping someone through a panic attack. But he nodded his head, so I must be getting through. Billy's hands rested on my hips. His breathing calmed, but the panic was still evident on his face. I needed to force his breathing to calm even more and move his focus from what he was feeling inside his chest and mind. It wouldn't be helpful if Billy passed out again.

Rising up on my toes, I placed my lips against Billy's. I kept it a light kiss, hoping the additional pressure would give him a place to focus. As I began to pull away, his grip tightened. Billy pressed closer to me, his lips moving.

Oh.

My eyes shut and my fingers held his jaw still. A chill ran down my spine as his hands slid around my back. My head was spinning. Kissing Billy was as good as I thought it would be. His lips were soft, but he was controlling the kiss. He was warm. Not just regular body heat, but a warmth that matched the good parts of him. A weight from inside me disappeared.

As much as I didn't want to, I pulled my head away from him. Now neither of us could evenly breath. Billy looked down at me, a smirk growing and his hand ran across my lower back. 

"Are you okay?" I whispered against his lips. Billy nodded his head. "We have to go."

Something in my words made his face drop. He released me and stepped away. Whatever drove him to attack Steve and Lucas, the anger built up on his face again. Our moment was over.

"I can drive you home," I offered in a low voice.

Billy scoffed. "I'm fine." He turned around and froze, seeing that his car was gone. "Where is it?"

My heart dropped. He was furious again. I stepped back, my body bumping into my car.

"They took it with them," I tried to say with confidence, but it came out as a whisper. Billy's face twisted and if the light was better, he'd be red.

"I'll call your dad and say Max fell asleep at my house. If you find her, you can drop her off at my place and if I see her tonight, I'll bring her home in the morning. She's out with her friends. Max is fine."

"I don't care if Max is fine," Billy growled. Without another word, he stormed off down the driveway. I called his name once but he didn't look back. I wanted to say more but it wasn't going to do any good. It'd probably make it worse.

This might be the weirdest night of my life.

I didn't know what else I could do. I didn't know where Max drove to with an unconscious Steve in the back. I couldn't believe I let that kid drive off. Standing in the middle of the Byers' yard, I was completely lost. 

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What If Steve Were To Leave Hawkins? Part 10

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Max called a Code Red the second she got back inside her own trailer after trying to catch up to the Beemer. “Mayday! I repeat; Mayday! I just saw Steve and Eddie drive away together. I think Eddie just left too!”

A cacophony of voices exploded over the radio. 

“What? Steve is back in town?” Lucas confusedly asked.

“Steve kidnapped our Dungeon Master?!” Mike’s voice shrieked in appalled horror. “That’s a felony, we have to call the police!” 

“How do you know if it was Steve?” Dustin stammered in confused defense of Steve.

Above all of the other voices, Max started talking again. “I saw the Beemer outside of Eddie’s trailer when I woke up and when I went to investigate, they drove away! It was his car, dipshit. Who else could it be? And we are not calling the police on Steve! Eddie got into the car willingly.”

That fact didn’t seem to deter Mike, “So he was coerced? That’s just as bad! We have to call someone!” 

“Alright, everyone this is a Code Red! Meet in Mike’s basement in T-minus 15 minutes. Let’s move people!” Dustin ordered. While normally they would argue with him taking charge, these were not normal circumstances. Everyone was on edge and they hastened to follow his instructions. 

This was shaping up to be one of the worst days of their lives. 

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Eddie was having the best day of his life. 

He and Steve were almost to Chicago having just stopped at a gas station on the Indiana-Illinois border. For the past three and a half hours or so, they had been singing (i.e. screaming) along to Eddie’s favorite bands. And Eddie will swear it to anyone that asks, Holy Diver sounds even better when Steve is singing it with a beaming smile on his face further illuminated by the beams of sunlight. Eddie already knew he was an angel but the halo surrounding him cemented the fact in his mind. 

Steve was thrilled as well. He knew some of Eddie’s music from the cassettes he bought to remind him of the man when he first left. As such, he was familiar with some of the songs and was having a grand time singing along. And he got to share something with Eddie, they were able to share an interest in Dio songs. Whenever he glanced at Eddie in his passenger seat, he was greeted with a look of pure happiness and awe. He decided right then that would do anything to keep Eddie smiling like that. 

When they crossed the city limits of Chicago, Eddie’s eyes widened in amazement. It was so different from Hawkins! The buildings stood tall and prominent against the horizon. The old stone buildings mingled with the new glass and steel to create a picturesque scene of architectural innovation. As the car crawled through the crowded streets, Steve turned the volume down and focused on not hitting any pedestrians as they walked across the street without looking both ways. Eddie just stared at all of the passing buildings, the hordes of people walking down the street, the record store with a poster of Metallica in its window. A Metallica poster?!

“Steve! Pull over, stop the car.”

Steve braked harshly before pulling into a parallel parking spot available few stores down. He turned confusedly to Eddie who was already unbuckling his seatbelt. “What the hell, Eddie? What if we had been rear-ended? We could’ve died.”

Eddie flapped his hand around and pointed at the record store, “but look, Steve! They have a poster for Metallica! Do you even understand how metal that is? The store in Hawkins doesn’t even have the new album, I had to drive to Indy to get it. Please, can we go?”

How could Steve say no to his pleading eyes and ridiculous pout? “Fine, but we can only stay in this spot for thirty minutes!”

His words fell on deaf ears as Eddie opened the passenger side door and darted into the record store. Steve locked the car and followed at a more sedate pace. When he walked in, he saw Eddie perusing the cassette tapes in a large bin. They had a large selection of nearly every genre from radio pop to hard rock and metal. Once he was noticed, Eddie quickly piled his arms high with metal cassettes as well as a few rock. Steve raised an eyebrow at the Bowie and Queen tapes amidst the metal bands. Eddie must have noticed his judginess as he said defensively, “It’s for Robin. These tapes are new!”

Steve just shrugged his shoulders and smirked at Eddie as he blushed anew. In the end, Steve bought him three cassettes of albums that had just come out, two for Robin, and a Simon and Garfunkel cassette for himself. That may have been a mistake however because Eddie started ripping on him as soon as he placed the tape on the check-out counter. “What the hell is that, Steve? I just introduced you to Dio and Iron Maiden and you’re still listening to fucking Simon and Garfunkel? Man, this might be where I have to draw the line. I mean, everyone has their faults or whatever but listening to them when you have Black Sabbath? That’s blasphemy, dude.”

The cashier was smirking at them while Eddie continued ranting in his ear about the virtues of metal music while Steve tried to pay for his purchase in peace. When Eddie mentioned how Steve should have a newfound appreciation for metal after hearing Eddie himself play Master of Puppets by Metallica in March, the cashier straightened. “Holy shit, you played Master of Puppets a month after it came out? Dude, that’s one of the hardest riffs to play. You have a perfect ear or something?”

Eddie pulled a chunk of his hair in front of his mouth to hide the twist of a shy smile and shook his head, “nah, I just had a lot of time to practice.”

“Sounds like. You play guitar then?”

Eddie nodded at him as Steve watched the interaction in mild neutrality. “Yeah, guitar and a little bit of vocals.” 

The cashier shook his head. “Well man, sounds like you know a lot about music. We’re hiring right now if you’re interested in working here. And some guys and I get together to play sometimes. We’d love to have another guitar guy in the band, our last one just moved out of state for college.” 

Eddie looked at Steve in wonder. Now it made sense how the charming bastard had gotten a job so quickly. Everyone was hiring in the city! And a band too?! He loved Chicago. In fact, he might never return to Hawkins! 

He told the guy that he would get back to him on the offer and both boys left the shop with their music selections. They were each eager for the best day ever to continue! Next, Steve took him to a little Italian eatery for dinner that had ‘the best pizza I’ve ever had, Eddie. I’m not even kidding’, according to Steve. And Jesus H. Christ was he right. The deep-dish pizza was more of a pie filled with heavenly cheese and topped with a rich and savory marinara sauce. Holy shit, he might never be able to eat regular take-out pizza ever again. Not after consuming his delicacy.

After their glorious cheese-filled dinner, Steve drove down North Clark Street. He had this right hand resting on Eddie’s left knee that was bouncing with pent up excitement. “What’s next, Stevie?”

“I figured we could check out Metro. It’s a concert venue and some guys at the bar last week were talking about seeing a rock band there. It’s worth a look, right?” Steve said, turning to look at Eddie in askance. 

Eddie just gave him a look of adoration in response and squeezed the hand on his knee. “Definitely Stevie, definitely.”

They were in luck tonight. A smaller metal band, of which Steve could not remember the name, was playing and they were able to get tickets on-site before heading into the venue. Eddie was jumping around, bopping his head to the music, and positively beaming at Steve whenever he glanced in his direction. For two hours, they stood there, listening to the band play metal covers and original songs. Steve didn’t necessarily enjoy the music but being able to see Eddie happy was more than enough in exchange for a blooming headache and ringing ears. And the bruising kiss Eddie gave him in the darkness of the empty parking lot at the end of the night helped too.

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You Saved me (Part 17)

DESCRIPTION: (Season 14) You get a house call from a new visitor

A/N: Yes these descriptions are getting shorter and less descriptive with each new part

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WORD COUNT: 2569

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WARNINGS: swearing, violence, Michael!Dean, death

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6 MONTHS LATER

You drop the girls off at school. Checking your phone for the time. Running on time for once. Having half an hour to get to work, which was only 15 minutes away. You smile. Turning your spotify playlist up to nearly max volume as you drive. Singing in excessive volume as you make your way to work.

You pull up to the car park. Grabbing your phone out of your bag and checking it properly. Turning off 'driving mode'. Wanting to kill 10 minutes before your shift started. Your phones buzzes through the unseen messages. One catching your eye as you see your bosses name pop up

'Incident at work last night. Closed today. 9am start tomorrow'

"Shit" you mutter. You should've checked your messages before leaving the school. You let out an annoyed sigh as you hold the steering wheel. "Oh well" you start up the engine. A smile coming over your face as you start driving home "free day".

You spend the day cleaning. Over the past couple of months you'd managed to have the work done fully to the upstairs part of your house. The attic was transformed into two bedrooms. One for each of your daughters as you took their previously shared downstairs room. You were just painting the different rooms now. Making the house really your home. You stand back. Admiring the work you'd done. Nodding to yourself as a smile creeps over your face.

"Hello Kathrine". A voice says behind you. You turn around. Jumping. A man in a suit and flat cap sat on your dining room chair. Legs folded neatly over one another. You clutch at your chest as you meet his green orbs.

"Jesus fuck you scared me Dean". You say. He half smiles at the name.

"Guess again". You furrow your brow slightly.

"I don't..." his eyes flash a white blue. You tense slightly. Trying not to show the sudden unease you feel. "Who are you? Why do you look like Dean?"

"I'm just borrowing him for a while. Don't worry that pretty head of yours. Your boyfriend is safe" he taps his head. "Right up here". You analyse him. His calm posture.

"What are you?"

"Are you asking in politeness or to try and figure out how you can kill me?". You smile at him. Tilting your head to the side as you both look at each other.

"Why don't you tell me to find out?". He smiles. Humoured by your boldness.

"The name is Michael". You look at him. Trying to read him. "The archangel". You try your best to remain calm. But he notices you shift. "You've heard of me".

"I'm pretty sure every person in the western world has heard of you. Now why the fuck are you here?"

"I just want to chat"

"And I want you to get out of my house"

"You don't want to hear what I have to say?"

"No". You turn, picking up a small pallet knife you were using earlier for the walls. Pointing it up. Taking a step towards him "Get out. Now". He looks at the small knife. Then at you.

"You do know that that-" he motions at the item "wont hurt me"

"No. But it will make me feel better if I use it on you". He smiles. An obvious amusement in his eyes.

"You're brave. Braver then I thought you would be". You stay silent. Making sure you keep your eyes on him. Being aware. Alert. He smiles. "I'm here to give you a proposition. I'm building an army. A powerful one. I'd like you to fight by my side"

"Why would I agree to that?"

"Don't you want to help protect your children?". You shuffle slightly. "Going through his thoughts - Deans memories - it wasn't only you I picked up on. What are their names..." he trails off. Snapping his finger as if he suddenly remembers it. "Anna and Lydia. Sweet girls they are". Smiling at you. An almost sickly smile. "Join me and they'll be safe. I'll keep them safe"

"I've kept them safe for 16 years. I think I'll be ok without your help". He watches you. Neither of you having moved from your spots. Him remaining sat at your dining room table. You with your knife sticking towards him still.

"You truly fascinate me". He grazes his eyes over you. Examining you. "Rummaging around Deans memories I've seen you be unbeatable. A great and accomplished woman".

"I'm flattered. Truly. Now get the fuck out of my house". He laughs. Looking away from you briefly before bringing his eyes back to yours. You swallow deeply. "Why me?". He tilts his head slightly. The smile he had disappears at your question. "There are powerful monsters in this world. Some great hunters. Fucks sake there is literal gods walking among us. So why have you - an angel of the lord - come to ask me to fight by your side?" He lets out a soft chuckle. Standing up as he watches you. You shuffle slightly. Moving backwards a step.

"You don't know what you are?" You move backwards as he takes a few steps towards you. You go to swipe at him but he blocks the attack. Grabbing your wrist and twisting it. Bringing it up and around your back. Pushing you into the kitchen counter top. Arm wretched behind you as he forces you over it. You feel him take the small blade from your fingers. Hearing the metal hit the ground as he tosses it aside. You struggle but his grip is harsh around your wrist.

"Let me go" you wiggle. Causing his hand to tighten.

"You've never wondered how you keep coming back from the dead? How an ordinary human can keep dying over and over again yet have no scars to prove it?".

"You're in a Winchesters brain. Surely you know that that's a standard thing". He pushes your arm up. Hurting the joint. You let out a whimpered laugh at the pain. Gritting your teeth. You move your free hand. Trying to grab something but he grabs that wrist too. Pinning it down near your head. You're stuck. Completely at his mercy. Your eyes frantic as you try and look behind you. Unable to see him due to the angle you're at. Chest flat against the counter. Fear washing over you.

"Due to your beautiful, heartfelt moment you had with Dean I know that mummy dearest made a demon deal to have you". You shut your eyes. "Now I'm unsure of what she said exactly and what demons are capable of. So one of two things happened. Either they took what she said literally. Taking 'I want my child to have a long life' to the extreme of bringing you back until you've reached that goal". You shake your head. Biting your bottom lip as he continues talking. Trying to push against him but to now avail.

"Or what I theorise is that they can't work miracles. They can't make new life happen. But they can expand on existing life. So, they plucked one of their tortured souls from hell and planted it into your mum. Creating you"

"Please. Please let me go..." you whisper. Almost a whimper. Cursing at yourself for not sounding as strong as you'd like to.

"That means that you are already dead. You are just a soul plucked from the depths of hell and reborn again. But you can't kill a ghost. You can lay it to rest, but a ghost can't die. Not unless you destroy its bones. Which is why you come back to life". He drops your wrist. Grabbing a handful of your hair as he pulls you up. You feel tears threatening your eyes. You don't look near him. Trying to avoid any of his features as you look away. Feeling his breath hit your ear as he speaks into it.

"Shall we put your immortality to the test?"

"No. No please no. Please". You start to feel a burning sensation. Throughout your eyes, mouth. Body. Your very soul on fire. You scream out. Trying to fight against him. But he remains unfazed. His eyes glowing as he watches you die.

-

You jolt awake. Lying on the sofa you bolt upright. The fear you had in your body still present. Especially when you look over. Michael sat on the arm chair. That same position he was in when you first saw him. Hands neatly on his lap. Legs folded one over the other. He glances at the clock on the wall.

"17 minutes and 53 seconds" he looks back at you. "That's how long you were dead for".

"So what?" you whisper. Scared eyes watching him. "You're telling me that I'm a living ghost?"

"Essentially. And the only way for you to die - truly die - is by burning your original spirits bones"

"That's why you want me to fight for you? To have an immortal on your side?"

"I've been around a long time. Before the dawn of man. I've seen powerful creatures. Holy and unholy. Walking gods. But they've all been killed off. Had a weakness. Sickness. Old age. Some human claiming to be a hero". He continues watching you "You are a strong woman. One of the strongest I've seen. We could rule this planet. Make it ours. Two gods side by side". A soft smile on his face as he watches you. A manic, soft smile. The fear in your eyes still evident. Your entire body tense as you look at him.

"You'd have nothing to fear from me Kathrine. Yes I could kill you. Easily in fact. But you'll come back. Every. Single. Time".

Before you can say anything, you hear the front door open. You turn in your seat. Standing up as you hear the familiar sound of you children. Anna and Lydia walk down the hallway, coming into the living room. They go to speak to you but Anna sees Dean. Well, his meat suit anyway.

"Dean!" she says. Her usual excitment in her voice. Going over to hug him. Lydia grabs her arm. Pulling her back. She looks at her younger sister who just shakes her head. He watches them both. Anna turning back to look at him.

"Girls" you say. Managing to hide the fear with a stern tone. "Go to your room. Now". Lydia turns, trying to take her sister with her but the eldest refuses to move. Keeping her ground as she looks at you. The younger keeps a hold of her hand.

"Please Anna" she whispers. Eyes darting between her sister and the green eyed man. "Please". She watches his eyes before nodding slightly. Allowing her to be taken to her room upstairs. Hearing the door shut. Feeling his eyes falling back onto you.

"Fascinating" You turn to face him. "Truly fascinating".

"What?"

"Your girls. They seemed to have some link with emotions. I thought it might only be you with that gift, given your birth. But for them to feel that I was not their friend. Just by being in the same room as me. That's truly fascinating". You point towards your front door. Hand shaking as you do so. You were so high on adrenaline and fear that you didn't care at this moment.

"I don't want to join your army. I don't want to be in a war. On either side. I just want to live out my life with my family. So please get out of my house". He watches. Standing up. Slow. His eyes fall onto yours. He takes in a breath. Walking towards you as he speaks.

"I respect you. I respect your decision to not join my war" He comes in front of you. Taking your chin in his thumb and forefinger. Your eyes darting down to his hand before going back up to his eyes. Frantically moving between them. The normally familiar green being cold and harsh. "If you don't want to fight by my side in this war then I will leave you and your children alone. Besides, we both know that killing you would be pointless". Eyes still watching yours "I will let you be happy with your family". You manage to control your breathing. Able to speak in coherent sentences.

"Deans in there, right?". Your voice so soft. He nods, dropping his hand. "I want to speak to him"

"I cant do that".

"We both know that you can. Let me talk to him".

"No"

"Why?"

"I'm growing tired of this conversation Kathrine"

"You don't get to call me Kathrine"

"Kathrine, Rose. Whatever you want to be called. I am leaving. You don't want to join my war, therefore you are serving me no purpose". With that sentence he disappears. You look around.

"Fuck" you mutter. You go to the stairs. Taking two steps at a time as you practically run up them. Not bothering to knock as you open the door. Seeing your girls sitting. One on the bed, the other at the desk. Both doing their homework. They both look at you.

"How was Dean?". Lydia asks. You go over to her. Hugging her tightly. Kissing the top of her head. "Mum. Can't breath. Need oxygen". You let go of her. Going over to Anna and giving her the same hugging treatment.

"Are you ok?". Anna says once you'd let her go from the vice grip you have on her. You nod.

"Fine. I'm fine. Just happy to see you girls. I've had a stressful and long day today. Just really glad to see you both" your pause is very brief. "I need to go make a phone call. What do you guys feel about takeaway tonight?". Their gleeful smiles implies a positive response to the suggestion.

You leave their room. Going downstairs you grab your phone from the living room coffee table. Scrolling through the names. You're sure you saved it... "Yes!" you exclaim. Hitting the number and placing it to your ear.

"Hello?" the voice says.

"Sam!"

"Rose?" an obvious confusion in his voice. "Is everything ok?"

"Yes. No. No its not. I just had a run in with Dean. Or I guess not Dean. Some guy called Michael"

"How long ago was this?"

"About 2 minutes ago. But hes gone now. He just- disappeared"

"Angels will do that" he pauses. "What did he say to you?"

"Something about wanting an army for a war"

"Crap"

"It sounds serious"

"That is an understatement". You hear vague chatter in the background. "Ok. I need to figure out what to do about this. You said he disapeared?"

"Vanished. One minute he was there, the next he was gone"

"By the time I get to you he'll be long gone. He could be the other side of the world by now. Shit" he mutters.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No. Not at this moment. Just keep you and your children safe. And ring me if he turns up again, ok?"

"I will"

"Good"

"Hey Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Let me know when you find him. When hes safe". He pauses for a short moment.

"I will"

"Thank you". You can hear him smile slightly.

"Bye". Clicks off. You put your phone down. Running your paint stained hands through your hair as you look around your room.

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CHAPTER II: 'D'yer Mak'er'

• I don’t own the characters, this fanfic is based on the TV-Show Stranger Things (second season) from a Hargrove!Reader POV.

• Quick reminder to readers, I'm not a english native speaker, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. Hope you understand.

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Summary: Roadtrip with Max, and first impressions in Hawkins.

Word Count: 2.6K

CHAPTER II: 'D'yer Mak'er'

‘I always thought you guys would end up together.’ Max muttered, looking out the window.

‘Who are you talking about?’ y/n asked, confused at the change of the topic of the conversation.

‘You and Sam.’ She shrugged. 

‘You're always trying to set me up with someone.’ She replied amused. Then shook her head as she looked down the road. ‘He deserves someone better. Ouch!’ She groaned as she felt a punch on her shoulder. Max scowled at her. 

‘You're great! Don't talk about yourself like that!’

‘I didn't mean it like that... it's... complicated.’ She began, as she rubbed her arm. The redhead was still looking at her, expectant: ‘To date someone, it's not enough just to love each other.’

‘I still don't understand…’

The blonde thought for a while about how to explain the situation correctly, while the other waited patiently. She had never had a talk about boys with Max, but in this new stage that awaited them, and with Max entering her pre-teens years, she knew she had to let the girl more into her personal world.

‘I don't know if I can explain it. As much as we have a lot in common, we don't have that... spark. He's great, and I love him, he loves me, but not in the right way. He'll find a girl who's perfect for him. And…’

‘And you'll find someone for you.’ She interrupted her, convinced. ‘I feel it. And he's waiting for you in Hawkins.’

‘And what else do you see in my future?’ She joked, sticking her tongue out at her. 

‘Oh…yes’ The girl closed her eyes and as if she was having a vision from the future, and said. ‘I see you'll stop the car and buy me an ice cream when we get to the hotel.’ She commented in an ominous voice, and opened one eye to see her reaction. y/n shook her head as she smiled. 

They stopped by a hotel in Holbrook. It had been eight hours since they had left the house, and they had to stop to rest. From California to Indiana was a thirty-hour drive, so they had a long drive ahead of them. 

The next morning, after buying a few things for a breakfast in the car, they resumed their trip. Max was making up games as time went by to keep themselves entertained. From making up stories about the lives of people in other cars, to looking for shapes in the clouds. There was even a karaoke time. At that moment, they were playing 'guess what object I'm thinking of'.

'Is it yellow?' y/n asked after several tries. Max shook her head. 'Is it... red?'

'Yep' She nodded, taking a sip of her Dr. Pepper..

'Is it your sneakers?' She guessed, squinting her eyes. Max clapped her hands and took one of her Bugles and offered it to her sister, who opened her mouth. Max let out a small laugh. After a few minutes, she yawned.

'Are you still sleepy? Why don't you rest for a while?' She advised her, gently stroking the girl's cheek. She nodded and took off her jacket to transform it into a improvised pillow. 'Does the music bother you?' She asked in a soft voice, looking sideways at her. 

'No, it's fine.' She murmured. 'If you get bored or need to stay alert, wake me up.' She asked her. Only a couple of minutes later, she was already asleep. 

The engine roared in harmony with the sound of distorted chords blasting from the Chevy Impala's stereo. Y/n occasionally adjusted the volume to find the perfect balance between the roar of the wind and the song she had put on. Max, lying peacefully in the passenger seat, the gentle swaying of the vehicle had lulled her into a deep sleep.

Through the windshield, the changing landscape of endless highways stretched to the horizon. Y/n was lost in thought as her eyes swept along the line of trees and telephone poles that faded in their wake. She had left behind the familiarity of San Diego, the warmth of the California sun and the vibrant nights of the West Coast. Now she was headed for a totally unfamiliar place: Hawkins, Indiana.

The rhythm of the music carried her, but her mind was torn between the past and the uncertain future that awaited her. She remembered the long nights when her rock band rehearsed in the garage, the smell of the ocean and hot asphalt on the streets of California, the laughter shared with friends who would now be left behind. Yet she also felt a spark of excitement as she imagined what she might find in Hawkins. A fresh start, perhaps. 

She glanced sideways at Max, whose calm and collected expression revealed the confidence she had in her. Y/n knew that Max had been the driving force behind this sudden change in her attitude, convincing her that Hawkins would be different, that they could truly find a new beginning.

The sun was beginning to descend toward the west, tinting the sky in shades of orange and pink. Y/n smiled to herself as they stepped into a new chapter of her life. The music continued to play, each note resonating in her heart as a reminder that no matter where this road ended, she would always carry with her the rebelliousness and indomitable spirit that defined her. With that mix of nostalgia and anticipation, y/n immersed herself further into the changing landscape, letting the music guide her into the unknown.

After a final stop in a small town that seemed frozen in time, y/n and Max resumed their journey toward Hawkins. The shabby looking gas station had been their last point of contact with civilization before heading into the darkness of the night road.

The sky was tinged a deep dark blue, dotted with bright stars that seemed to wink at y/n from above. The Chevy Impala roared with determination as it traversed endless straights flanked by fields and silent woods. Silence had taken over the interior of the car, interrupted only by the soft hum of the engine and the occasional murmur of Max, who had drifted back into a peaceful slumber.

Y/n tightened her grip on the steering wheel, feeling the tension and excitement building as they neared their destination. After nearly two days of traveling, she could feel the weight of the unknown approaching with every mile they drove. The cool night air was pouring in through the half-open window, mingling with the scent of the fields and trees flying by. She opened the window a little wider and took a deep breath with her eyes closed. 

In the distance, the faint lights of Hawkins began to silhouette against the horizon, like tiny stars anchored to the earth. Y/n gritted her teeth, feeling a mixture of nervousness and determination. This was the place where she would begin her new life, where the uncertain awaited her. Making new friends, new memories. Starting from scratch seemed so optimistic and terrifying at the same time.

The car's cassette player started playing a Led Zeppelin song, and y/n smiled wistfully as she remembered afternoons spent listening to music with her friends. She tried not to think what they would be doing at that moment. It was time to look ahead to the unknown that awaited them in that Indiana small town.

As they arrived a two-story house stood imposingly under the starry Hawkins sky, its massive presence contrasting with the vast rural landscape that surrounded it. Billy, arms folded and grim, looked around with palpable disdain, as if every tree and blade of grass were a personal insult. The smell of fresh fields, a mixture of damp earth and wildflowers, filtered through the open window.

Neal and Susan, trying to diffuse the tension, exchanged forced smiles and positive comments about the fresh air and tranquility of the place. They were trying to find beauty where Billy saw only limitations and nostalgia for what they had left behind in California.

Max, usually frank and direct, was silent, fiddling with a crumpled sheet of paper she had found on the floor. Sitting on the edge of a half-open box, she watched with a frown the interaction between her brother and her parents. She also felt the awkwardness hovering in the air, the palpable tension between expectations and the reality of her new life at Hawkins.

Y/n, more optimistic and determined than ever, approached Max as they unpacked some belongings in the tentatively empty living room. She gently took Max's hand and looked into her eyes with a mixture of concern and determination.

"What are you thinking about, Madmax?" asked y/n with a soft voice.

Max watched y/n for a moment, before dropping the crumpled sheet and folding her arms. "It's not what I expected, y/n. It's too quiet, too... different. I don't know if I can get used to this place."

Y/n nodded slowly, recognizing the sincerity in Max's words. But she gave her a friendly nudge, trying to cheer her up.

"Hey, where's your optimism left?" The girl shrugged.

"I think he fell asleep at the St. Louis Hotel." y/n laughed and wrapped one of her arms around her shoulders.

"We're in this together, you know? We're going to make it work, somehow."

Max nodded with a slight smile, grateful for her older sister's understanding, and got up to finish unpacking.

After hours of unpacking boxes and tidying up her new room, y/n plopped down on the bed, exhausted but satisfied with her work. The room was almost ready: the walls now adorned with posters of her favorite bands, the guitar propped in one corner, and her books and notebooks neatly stacked on the desk.

Morning silence settled over the house, broken only by the occasional creak of wood and the soft murmur of the wind through the trees outside the window. The others were possibly sleeping. y/n looked up at the roof, taking in the reality of being in a new place. The excitement of the move had given way to a strange mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

She sat up in bed and looked around, everything in the room was new but she had managed to imprint her essence in every corner. Despite this, the change was overwhelming. She had left behind friends, a familiar life and now she was faced with the task of starting over, making new friends and finding her place in this small town.

y/n took a deep breath, remembering Sam's words in her notebook, "Hey y/n, don't hold back. The rest of the world deserves to know what you're made of." She smiled slightly, feeling a spark of courage ignite inside her. She had to remember that, despite everything, she was still herself and carried with her everything that made her unique.

As she closed her eyes, y/n promised herself not to give up and to do her best in this new phase. Hawkins was a new beginning, a chance to reinvent herself and find new connections. And though the road might seem uncertain, she was determined to face it with the same passion and energy she had always had.

y/n had fallen sound asleep after the intense day of moving. She was dreaming of sunny California days when she was gently shaken by her little sister, Max.

‘Y/n/n, wake up!’Max insisted, her voice full of enthusiasm. ‘Can we go to the arcade games we saw on the way over?’

Y/n opened her eyes slowly, adjusting to the midday light coming through the window. She stretched and sat up in bed, still a little sleepy but smiling at the excitement on Max's face.

‘Of course, Max. But first we need to ask Dad's permission’. She said, getting up and tidying herself up a bit before leaving the room.

Together they went downstairs and found Neal in the kitchen, finishing unpacking some boxes. y/n approached him, with Max at her side.

‘Dad, Max and I want to go downtown. We saw some arcade games on the way and thought we could go and pick up some stuff for the house while we're at it.’ y/n asked with a half smile.

Neal frowned, clearly tired and not very happy with the idea. 

‘I'm not sure this is the best time. We still have a lot of organizing to do here.’ Before y/n could respond, Susan intervened, placing a hand gently on Neal's arm. 

‘Neal, the girls have worked hard and deserve a break. Besides, they could buy some things we need to eat. It will do them good to get out a bit and explore the place.’

Neal sighed, his expression softening slightly. 

‘All right, all right, but don't take too long. And be careful. Don't you want Billy to go with you?’ He asked, looking up at the boy. Knowing what her twin was thinking, she shook her head. 

‘It's all right. We won't be long. Besides, I have to see where the school is, so I don't get lost on the way tomorrow.’ She told him. They had arranged for y/n to take the girl before school. Her father nodded, thinking. He reached into his pocket and offered her a few dollars. 

‘Here, for the food.’

Y/n and Max headed toward downtown Hawkins, the car filled with the rock music. The green, peaceful scenery was in stark contrast to the bustling California streets they were used to. Max couldn't contain her excitement as she looked out the window, pointing out interesting sights.

‘Look, y/n! There it is!’ Max exclaimed when they saw the sign for the arcade games.

Y/n smiled and parked the car near the entrance. 

‘Okay, Madmax. Have fun and stay out of trouble, okay? See you in an hour. Don't go anywhere else’

‘Promise!’ Max said before running off to the arcade, already looking for her first game.

y/n stared at her sister for a moment, making sure she was okay. Then, she headed to the nearby general store to buy the necessary groceries. Pushing the cart through the aisles, she began to fill the cart with essentials: milk, bread, cereal, and a few cans of soup. She thought about how to adjust to her new life here as she carefully selected each product.

After paying, she returned to the car with the shopping bags and began loading them into the trunk. It was then that she noticed a group of kids pasting posters on a nearby lamppost. Curiosity led her to move a little closer, wanting to see what it was all about.

One of the boys, with a friendly smile, long hair and a rock band t-shirt, noticed her and approached with one of the flyers in his hand.

‘Hi, are you new around here or just passing by?’ He asked, extending the flyer to her.

‘Yup, just got here’ y/n replied, taking the flyer and reading about the battle of the bands to be held the following weekend.

‘Great. I'm Eddie, by the way. You should come to the battle of the bands, it's going to be awesome. A lot of local bands will be participating, and it's always a good place to meet people. We'll be there.’ He pointed to the boys behind him, who waved curiously from afar.

Y/n smiled, feeling a spark of excitement. 

‘Thank you, Eddie. I'm y/n. That definitely sounds like fun, I'll consider it.’ Ed smiled back and said goodbye before heading back to his group to continue pasting posters. Y/n looked at the flyer one more time before tucking it into the back pocket of her jeans. The idea of attending the battle of the bands excited her; it could be an opportunity to start meeting people and connecting with the local music scene.

With a new purpose in mind, y/n returned to the car and headed to the arcade to pick up Max, ready to tell her about the exciting event she had just discovered, thinking that maybe Hawkins wasn't so bad after all.

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The third part of my detective Unicron series is here! Hope you enjoy this one too!

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Part three: Wonders of life

It took Sarah half an hour to convince Eric that no, her car and in extension no vehicles will turn into giant talking alien robots he just called "my brother's creations". His reluctance just fuelled her annoyance which led her finally just pushing him into the car and closing the door on him.

"Let me out you mortal!" he screamed on a high-pitched noise as he tried to not touch anything here out of pure disgust. "I'm a God! I'm..."

But Sarah just turned on the radio and put the volume on max. As the radio blared the opening chords of Highway to Hell, Sarah couldn’t help but smirk, the irony of the song choice almost too perfect.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" she yelled with a grin.

Unicron glared at her, his fingers pressed against his ears as he shouted over the music. "I hate you!" But to be honest, Unicron usually hated everyone.

"The feeling is mutual!" she yelled back, shrugging her shoulders as she pushed on the gas. All throughout the journey he was rambling again but at least this time Sarah couldn't hear him over the volume of the music. Thank the Gods!

Only when she parked down before the apartment complex where she lived was when she turned off the radio.

"Agh" he groaned, massaging his temples, wondering why humans inflict this pain on themselves and call it pleasure. This type of behaviour was a mystery even to him. How could humans be more evil than him, their own creator? "I will never do this ever again."

“Oh, don’t worry, big guy, you’ll be getting in that car plenty of times while you’re with me,” Sarah replied, flashing him an insufferable smile as she climbed out and slammed the door shut.

As they made their way towards her apartment, Unicron took in his surroundings with a look of pure disdain. Every step he took seemed to fuel his irritation, his nose wrinkling at the scent of gasoline and faintly burnt food from a nearby vendor. “How do you live like this?” he muttered, sidestepping a crumpled soda can on the sidewalk as if it were toxic.

"Well, ask that God of yours why he didn't increase my salary" she looked at him amused as she stretched.

"I do not meddle with the foolish struggles of mortals" he said, almost offended that Sarah thought he was ever going to care about such things as salary.

"Then don't be surprised if we live the way we do, Eric" she stated as they arrived in her apartment and Unicron took a good look at the small and worn flat.

“This,” he said, looking around with a sneer, “is hardly fit for a god.”

“Good thing you’re not one,” she shot back, grabbing a stack of blankets from the closet. “Now, here’s your bed.” She tossed the blankets on the couch, ignoring his look of horror.

And then, almost at the worst possible moment, Molly appeared. Probably curious about what was happening in the living room.

"Hi aunt Sarah" she said, books in her hands. "Nelly's parents took me home after school and I have been doing my homework since" she said as she went to the fridge. The guy in the living room was new but Molly knew from a young age that her aunt always had some weird things coming her way.

"Hey" Sarah greeted her while rubbing the back of her neck. "Ah... I think we have to talk. This is Eric" she pointed at Unicron. "And he will be staying for a... while."

"Hm..." Molly hummed as she started to drink her orange juice with a straw and walked closer to Unicron. "What are you?" she asked, almost seeing through him. Which somehow made Unicron uneasy. What were these little creatures?

"I'm Unicron, the god of..."

"No, you're not," she said, drinking casually. "I think you look like somebody who just fell from grace."

"I am not some tragic hero!" he glared at her, even the thought of good making this body's skin crawl.

"Then why do you have that righteous anger in your eyes?" she asked back, calm in her voice. "As if someone betrayed you?"

Primus

The name burned in his mind. He was his brother a traitor. A weak and pathetic being who thought creation and order is what the universe needed. Primus was his brother nothing.

"Okay Molly, I think you have been watching too much TV. Eric is only a bit full of himself" Sarah said, dismissing Molly who just made a pouting face, but retreated to her room, taking a bag of chips with her. "Look, I'm going to do some research in my room since you gave me nothing to work with in this case."

"He said something about butterflies" Unicron stated, trying to take his mind off his brother Primus. "I resurrected him for a moment and he said butterfly."

"Butterfly?" Sarah suddenly turned around. "The Butterfly night club is just a street away from where you and he lived" Sarah said, her voice full with excitement and thrill. There it was finally. A clue.

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