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doopdevil · 2 years

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I have to say this how would Otto react to reader having Venom (the character) with her/him/them?

sinister 5 villains x g.n.!reader | s/o with venom symbiote hcs

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warnings: cursing ; venom eating people

pairings: otto octavius x gender neutral!reader ; max dillon x gender neutral!reader ; norman osborn x gender neutral!reader

word count: 1,376

summary: it’s time to let the man you love know about another person in your relationship. Or rather, alien.

a/n: venom is an icon. i forgot to add them to my masterlist but i do accept rqs for venom and eddie, so when rqs open again, feel free to send one in! I hope you like this, thanks for reading! <3

OTTO

As much as he loved you, Otto had to admit that your behavior at the beginning of your relationship strook him as peculiar. At first he thought you were just one of those people who talks to themselves. But then it would seem you were referring to some invisible presence in the room.

“Don’t say that. You know I don’t like it when you eat people!”

To say he was worried was an understatement.

“Dear? Who are you talking to?”

“Uh,” you mumbled, “I’m using bluetooth! Yeah!”

“Why the hell are you talking to a cannibal?”

Once you and Otto had established a strong foundation of trust between each other, you decided it was time to tell him the truth. Of course, there was no easy way of telling your boyfriend you had bonded with an extraterrestrial symbiotic organism that likes tater tots.

“Otto. You know how like, aliens are a thing?”

“Ah yes, Peter’s mentioned several invasions. Why?”

“...There’s someone you should meet.”

Before he could inquire upon your strange behavior, hell broke loose.

“Hello, Y/N’s boyfriend,” a deep voice growled, coming from an obsidian ooze forming from your shoulder.

“WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS THAT-” The man jumped, his metal tentacles on high alert, whirring protectively at the sight.

“Otto, it’s alright. This is Venom. Venom, please stop baring your teeth like that, you’re scaring him.”

“Sorry. I was trying to smile.”

It was a pretty big adjustment to say the least. The shock took a while to wear off, considering that learning about your s/o’s alien symbiotic relationship can be a tad absurd. Once he had managed to compose himself, he certainly had a lot of questions.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to freak you out, I really like being with you, Otto. I just feel comfortable sharing this part of me with you now. I’m sorry, I know this is a lot to handle,” you frowned, averting your gaze from him.

“Well, I definitely didn’t anticipate this,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “How does this relationship between you two work, exactly?”

You continued to explain how you and Venom operated, giving him the gist on the Klyntar; other people with symbiotes; your powers; Venom himself, and the important note that you two work together equally.

“So I’m in a relationship with you and your alien?”

“Only if you want to be! Venom likes you a lot, actually.”

The two of you had talked for hours, Otto’s confusion eventually evolving into intrigue. His scientific side had been incredibly excited at the prospect of meeting life from space, especially one as unique as Venom.

“How would you like to talk with Venom for a bit?”

“As if this situation could get any stranger. Sure, where is the parasite?”

“That’s incredibly offensive!” Venom snarled.

“V! Don’t be mean, he didn’t know!”

“Uh. Apologies - Venom, is it?”

“Yes. We are Venom.”

“It’s… nice to meet you,” Otto said, hesitantly reaching his hand out to shake. Suddenly a dark slimy arm formed from yours, grasping his hand tightly.

“Thank you for your hand,” Venom replied, “...But why are you giving it to me?”

At first, things were turbulent between the two. Frequently, Otto would find himself annoyed by the alien’s brash nature.

“Venom, please don’t be so messy when you’re here. You’re destroying the carpet.”

“I’M JUST TRYING TO EAT, TENTACLE MAN-”

Despite their differences they eventually grew close, Otto joining you in teaching him about human life. He had to admit, living with an alien could be amusing. And Venom in return would answer all of Otto’s scientific questions; even begrudgingly letting him analyze a sample of him. With time, the three of you became quite the trio, Otto learning to love Venom as much as you did.

“I made us dinner,” Venom boomed. To your surprise, it looked edible. One could actually consider what laid on the table to be food.

“Venom, this is wonderful!” You grinned, taking a seat in front of Otto.

Otto couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. Venom more and more began to show Otto his caring side, and he truly appreciated the fun Venom would bring.

MAX

You had luckily told Max before you started dating, back when you were close friends. The only people you’d tell about Venom were those you trusted the most, and Max was quickly ascending to the top of the list. He met you at your apartment when you broke the news to him.

“Max. I’m bonded with an alien symbiote named Venom. I’m his host. I turn into him and sometimes we fight crime and sometimes we cause it. He’s very big and scary but also kind of sweet.” you rambled on, anxious to see his reaction.

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not a joke!” The symbiote shouted, suddenly defensive.

“OH.” Max replied simply, eyes widening at your form slowly transforming into Venom.

“...Wow. You’re big, huh?” His eyes were still wide, his voice stuttering, taking in the imposing creature.

“Yes. We are quite tall.”

“And you’re an alien?” Max asked, Venom replying with a nod.

“Holy shit!” He laughed, “This is awesome!”

Max assured you that he’d keep Venom a secret. All in all, it didn’t seem that crazy. The multiverse existed. Magic was a thing. He had electric powers. Who’s to say you couldn’t bond with an alien?

Before you started dating, Venom would be your number 1 wingman.

“Get Max red velvet cupcakes. I think they’re his favorite.”

“Max is really cool. We, are really cool. We’re perfect for each other!” Venom proclaimed proudly.

After you and Max shared a particularly electric first kiss, before you could give him another, you were interrupted.

“Wow Max! You are an excellent kisser!” Venom shouted.

“VENOM-”

Venom and Max got along incredibly well. He would warm up to Venom quickly, asking him questions and gushing over how cool he was. Venom absolutely loved the attention.

“At least Max appreciates me!”

“I do appreciate you, Venom. But I can’t be your personal chef right now.”

“Is everything okay?” Max asked, popping his head into the room.

“Venom’s hangry.”

“Oh. I’ll go put some tater tots in the oven.”

If anyone is ever rude to Max, just like how people could be before he turned into Electro, both you and Venom are livid.

“I know I say not to eat people. But maybe you should eat that asshole!” You snapped angrily.

“I think that’s a great idea,” Venom grinned, pouncing towards his next meal.

You, Max, and Venom were attached to the hip. With his electricity and your alien symbiote, you’re unstoppable.

NORMAN

Norman isn’t one to judge. He has an evil alter ego with super strength and murderous tendencies. It seemed he wasn’t the only one with another voice inside his head. Of course he was a bit shocked, but in truth, he was mostly excited. He was meeting an alien!

“Incredible. The alien can speak! How did it come to Earth? What does he eat? Is he-”

“The alien can hear you,” Venom interrupted, his ooze masking your figure.

“Hello, there. You’re quite something, aren’t you?” Norman chuckled, despite being more than a bit intimidated by Venom's form.

“...Y/N said you’d pester me.” Venom sighed.

If you ever encounter conflict with Venom, Norman is quick to sympathize. He knows how hard it can be, trying to balance two entirely different trains of thought.

“Venom. Y/N is right. Please don’t eat the mailman,” Norman pleaded. “In fact, eat the chicken in the fridge instead. Once you’re done, could you give Y/N a break? They’re quite tired.”

“Fine.”

Although he knows not to anger Venom, the goblin doesn’t necessarily understand that. Sometimes the two will clash and inevitably, chaos will ensue.

“We could rule the world together, Venom. You, me and Y/N can do anything with our minds put together!” The goblin cackled.

“I’M TRYING TO LISTEN TO ENYA. LEAVE NOW, GOBLIN MAN,” Venom roared, his patience wearing thin with the super-villain.

But he tolerates Norman. Venom is a bit annoyed by his constant scientific questions and prodding, but he appreciates Norman’s quiet demeanor.

“Venom, may I take another sample? Please-”

“No.”

“Please?”

“If Y/N weren’t here, I definitely would’ve eaten you by now.

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doopdevil · 2 years

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sinister five villains x gn!reader | valentine’s day hcs

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warnings: cursing ; not necessarily nsft but lots of kissing and physical affection ; food mentions

pairings: norman osborn x gender neutral!reader ; max dillon x gender neutral!reader ; curt connors x gender neutral!reader ; otto octavius x gender neutral!reader

word count: 2,265

summary: it’s valentine’s day and your villainous boyfriend goes all out.

a/n: issuing a public apology to flint fans. i’m so bad at writing for him and i’m gonna need to watch spiderman 3 again for enough context bc it’s been 3 years since i’ve last seen it 😭 i hope y’all enjoy these valentine’s day hcs i whipped up! thank you for reading and enjoy <3

NORMAN

I can neither confirm nor deny whether or not Norman Osborn invented romance. But I can’t deny that it’s a strong possibility. On Valentine’s day, he refuses to half-ass it, determined to treat his s/o like royalty!

Chances are he’s been planning this for months now. When his s/o mentions something they really like he’d think “Ooh I gotta remember this. FOR VALENTINE’S DAY!” and it’s in the middle of October.

Has enough money to get his s/o whatever they want and takes full advantage of it. He’ll give them extremely expensive presents like it’s nothing.

Norman woke up at 7:00 a.m. to make his s/o breakfast in bed. Only to wake up alone. He heads down to the kitchen to find out that they woke up at 6:00 a.m. with the same plan, deep in concentration on the pancakes they’re making.

He’s really flattered and feels so lucky to have a caring s/o!

But he’s gonna need to invade the kitchen. He wants to help and he’s not taking no for an answer.

“Norman, what the hell are you doing?”

“I’m making us omelets.”

“Along with the pancakes I’ve made? This is too much! Just sit down and wait!”

“NO!”

In retaliation, his s/o defiantly flings a bit of pancake batter at him, thus turning the tides of war. The kitchen is in shambles but they’re having fun at least. <3

This predicament results in them eating while simultaneously play-fighting like a bunch of kids, leading Norman to ambush his s/o in a merciless tickle attack. Both of them being very disappointed when it was time for him to go to work. :(

If his s/o goes to work as well, he’ll periodically send them bouquets, chocolates, and love notes every few hours. By lunchtime, their co-workers are practically seething. If not he’ll be sending a ton of gifts to their home, just to remind them they’re on his mind.

His s/o taking him out to lunch for a picnic at Central Park and he’s so fucking giddy.

“I know it’s not as extravagant as your gifts,” they glanced down nervously, “But I just wanted some alone time with you.”

For a moment he’s speechless. He wasn’t used to such sweet gestures. But this reminded him that ever since he’s started dating his s/o, little actions of love have been a constant.

Him teasing his s/o for a bit after seeing how nervous they are. “But do you like it?!” they yelled. “Honestly?” he drags, pausing for a moment in thought playfully.

“NORMAN-”

“I’m kidding sweetheart,” he laughs, raising his hands in defense. “It’s perfect. I absolutely love it dear.”

Them laying in the grass and cuddling. Looking at the sky together like a bunch of dorks. Him kissing their forehead. I’m gonna cry I’ll be right back-

Lunch was his s/o’s time to shine, but now that it was getting late, it’s Norman's turn.

Norman got reservations at one of the most high-end restaurants in the city. He originally planned to reserve a private room for the two of them, but he also wanted a chance to show off his s/o.

They’re insanely flirty at dinner. This is a public establishment. Oh my god.

Norman and his s/o sitting next to each other in a curved booth practically cuddling the entire time. Them rubbing each other's knees and tangling their legs underneath the table like crazy. Probably giving the other little kisses every couple of seconds.

His s/o feeding him and he is grumpy about it. But since it makes them smile he’s willing to oblige.

Them not even noticing the waiter at certain points because they’re too busy chatting.

“You look incredible tonight dear,” Norman smiled, throwing an arm around his s/o’s shoulder.

“Thank you. But it’s nothing compared to the handsome man I’m sitting next to,” they said, leaning into his embrace.

“Hello! My name is Thomas and I’ll be your waiter for the evening, would you like-”

“Oh really? He must be a lucky man,” Norman replied, too distracted to notice poor Thomas holding the menus. Unfortunately, his s/o was occupied as well.

“He is,” they grinned before jumping a bit, “Oh shit. Norman, there’s a waiter here.”

Norman literally gave the waiter the coldest shoulder the entire night, very annoyed at the fact he’d keep interrupting his and his s/o’s lovey-dovey time.

MAX

Humanity thought it was impossible to reach the limit of human sweetness. And then Maxwell Dillon started dating someone.

Him waking his s/o up with little kisses, sending a ticklish spark to their skin each time, making them wake up in a fit of giggles.

Max and his s/o taking the day off just to be with each other, so they get to stay in bed and cuddle for as long as they’d like!

Them being so adorably dorky together. It took them a while to get to breakfast since they nearly spent the entire morning dancing around the house in pajamas.

Max spinning them around and holding them tightly with so much freaking love.

They just slow danced for a bit in silence. They’re just really happy to be together. <3

“What are you looking at, Dillon?” His s/o smirked, lightly dancing across the floor with him.

“Just taking in how amazing you are. Don’t mind me,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to their forehead.

The Valentine’s Day he and his s/o have is wonderfully unique, Max catering their gifts and activities to the things they love. Favorite food? Check. Favorite activities? Hell yeah. Inside jokes and compliments? TO THE MAX.

No offense to the other villains, but Max’s Valentine’s Day is so much fun. They go roller skating and hold onto each other in a fit of laughter.

“MAX I’M ROLLING AWAY-” They bellowed, desperate to hold onto something for balance.

“I’m on my way baby!” Max yells back, before proceeding to accidentally knock over his s/o at full speed.

“Ow. Are you okay?” he frowned.

“More than, okay. Let’s do that again!”

“OKAY!”

The two of them roam around the city, hand in hand, walking into every store they find and buying each other tons of gifts they see the other eyeing.

Them going to an Amusement Park and him trying to impress them and win every prize imaginable. By the end of the day, his s/o nearly collapses holding all of the plushies he got them.

“Damn!” Max groaned, after missing another target.

“Max, babe, it’s okay. I don’t need the teddy bear. Why don’t you let me give it a try?”

His s/o demolished the game in mere seconds, leaving Max in shock.

“You could do that this whole time?” He asked incredulously, a little annoyed at the sudden revelation.

“I guess. I just didn’t want to ruin it for you,” they grinned sheepishly.

Before they head home to have a little private dinner, the two of them have a lovely time cuddling in the Ferris Wheel.

Him taking the opportunity to disregard holding back on PDA. Max showering his s/o in little kisses the entire time.

If his s/o is afraid of heights, he might tease them for a bit. But once he realizes they’re serious he’s holding them so tightly, giving them gentle affirmations the whole time.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m right here,” he smiles into their hair, nuzzling their head while rubbing their shoulders.

But even amongst all the affection he’s giving his s/o, they’re throwing it back tenfold. Every time they do so he gets bashful and nearly melts at the attention. Both of them make sure the other doesn’t feel neglected on Valentine’s day.

CURT

Curt was quite proud of himself since he managed to remember the holiday, getting to plan in advance a couple of days beforehand. He was literally so absorbed in work that holidays didn’t seem like a tangible thing to him. He’s just glad he didn’t forget!

At first, he’s a bit reluctant to sleep in. He knew that if he did, it would be all the more difficult to let go. But for the sake of Valentine’s Day, he cuddled with his s/o a little while longer.

“Y/N, I’ve got to get up,” he replied sadly, glancing down at their comfortable figure.

His s/o just giving him perhaps the biggest puppy-dog eyes he’s ever seen.

“...They probably won’t notice if I’m 20 minutes late,” Curt sighs, before snuggling into his s/o’s embrace.

While he and his s/o are apart for the day because of work, they’re texting 24/7 and it’s annoying everyone.

This grown man at a meeting isn’t paying attention because he’s inwardly gushing at a cute picture his s/o sent of themselves.

Some employees are a tad concerned at the fact that he’s spending various moments simply grinning at his phone like an idiot.

All his s/o did was send him a sweet text and now he misses them immensely.

Literally leaves work as early as possible to go pick up his s/o. Curt is almost dismissive in the way he impatiently leaves Oscorp.

“Bye Dr. Connors, can you get those forms to me by-”

“Okay!” He says quickly, speeding past his co-worker towards the exit.

He and his s/o proceed to cling onto each other like magnets for the rest of the day. After work they take a nice, long walk together around their neighborhood, talking about each other's days and gushing over one another.

They make dinner together and it’s so fucking cute y’all.

If his s/o is shorter than him, he’ll be happy to reach for all the ingredients they can’t get.

They work together quite nicely, making a lovely meal in the process.

Although they did get distracted once. Or twice.

Probably because Curt decided to make out with his s/o against the counter for like 20 minutes.“Curt, we have to put the food in the oven,” they whined, tugging at his hair.

“What food?” he queried in the midst of kissing their neck, eventually caving into his s/o’s pleading to put the food in the damn oven already.

While eating dinner they’re just looking at each other like a bunch of dorks the whole time. This includes his s/o flustering him with several flirtatious comments while the poor man is just trying to eat!

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Curt smiled.

“Because you’re handsome,” they replied simply.

Nearly drops his fork several times at his s/o’s affections.

They might be the death of him.Him surprising his s/o at the end of the night with something they love (whether it be jewelry, a watch, a book, or anything they mentioned really wanting in the past.) He relishes how happy they are once he gives it to them.

His gift for his s/o was wonderful. But could it truly compare to the gift his s/o got him? The gift of life. A tiny baby leopard gecko. It’s so small y’all. He’s gushing over the tiny thing. He and his s/o have a lizard child now.

OTTO

The cuddles are infinite. He and his s/o cuddling in the morning like koalas, basking in each other's touch like it’s a drug. Otto is so upset once they need to let go though.

“Otto, babe. You gotta head to work,” they sighed into his chest.

The man looked so pained at that statement.

In his s/o’s presence, he lacked the proper willpower to keep away from them. But alas, duty calls.

Him smothering his s/o in kisses. Forehead. Cheeks. Hands. Kissing up his s/o’s arm like Gomez Adams.

S/O walking w him to the lab and the other scientists being mortified, because their boss just turned his s/o’s goodbye peck into an uncomfortably passionate kiss.

Otto only realizes what he’s done once he lets go for air.

“Oh,” he gapes, noticing the eyes of his co-workers on him and his s/o, “Perhaps I got a bit carried away.”

After his s/o leaves, he’s actually not too embarrassed. In fact, he feels a bit of pride in being able to adore his s/o in public. If their love is too much for others to handle, he couldn’t care less.

You know those couples who say I love you and reply back and forth with an I love you more? Yeah, that’s them.

I know Norman had a picnic headcanon in his part. But picnics are too precious to confine to one character. Otto and his s/o take over a little hidden part of Central Park near the lake and have a picnic while cuddling like a couple of madmen.

Otto taking his s/o to a romantic movie and them being adorable.

He and his s/o smiled whenever their hands touched while reaching for the popcorn.

If he gets bored during the movie, he’s suddenly peppering his s/o with kisses, delighted at hearing them giggle.

“Otto, stop!” they grinned.

“Yes, Otto. Please stop,” another moviegoer groaned.

This caused Otto to increase his affections tenfold. The theatre belongs to him and his s/o now.

If he and his s/o are dating around the time he has his actuators, they’ll be so gentle with his s/o. Which was good, considering how they’d hug and lift his s/o every chance they got.

His s/o giving each of the actuators little kisses and Otto exploding. Yes.

At the end of the day, they’re lounging around together at home, basking in each other's presence. They’re just happy to resume the cuddles they had stolen from them in the morning. Otto is satisfied now that he gets to worship his s/o the way they deserve.

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doopdevil · 2 years

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max dillon x g.n.!reader | sparks flying

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warnings: pining ; rude date (mans is a creep mAX HELP) ; cursing

pairings: max dillon x gender neutral!reader

word count: 1,559

summary: despite being too afraid to ask you out, max would be damned if he let another man hurt you.

a/n: tbh i’m afraid i didn’t do max justice! I’d like to get started on some hcs for him, because i really want to write about a glimpse into him and his s/o’s relationship 🥺 also, requests are closing soon, so if there’s anything you’d like me to write, please send it soon! thank you for reading and enjoy <3

Max didn’t mean to fall in love with you. Love seemed too distant, too wistful after everything he had endured. As nice as it was to be surrounded by people who gave him the time of day, a part of him wanted to avoid any possibility of forming bonds. After being hurt by so many people in the past, trust was seen as a catalyst for disaster. Those sentiments were shattered the moment he first spoke to you. It took him a while, but he eventually grew to understand that your kindness was genuine. You were truly interested in being friends with him. Although he was incredibly thankful for your presence, he needed more. It took everything in the man not to kiss you as you silently dozed off on his shoulder.

This was a common occurrence for the two of you. If anyone knew when Max was feeling upset, it would be you. Only you had noticed his downtrodden demeanor. Any attempt he made to reassure you that he was fine would be thwarted. It took a while, but you both were at a point where he felt safe falling apart with you present. Once he broke you’d listen intently, about his insecurities, trauma, and loneliness. Heartbreaking as it was to hear him feel so unhappy, you were willing to take it as long as you could help him feel better. After hours of talking, the two of you would inevitably fall asleep next to one another, content in the warmth of each other. Tonight was not one of those nights.

Fully awake and aware of you appearing angelic in your tired state, he knew. Max had fallen in love with you and he felt he was at a loss for words. Saying he was nervous would be an understatement. After so long he had finally made a real friend, and now there was a chance of losing them.

The next morning, he awoke empty-handed. Heading into the kitchen, he frowned.

“Where’s Y/N?”

“Of course that’s the first thing you say. Good morning to you too, Max,” Otto teased.

“Sorry, morning,” then Max proceeded to quickly add, “But seriously. Where’s Y/N?”

An uncomfortable tension had filled the room. The reformed villains and spider-men glanced towards each other nervously.

“They’re um,” Peter 3 coughed into his fist, muffling his hesitant voice, “On a breakfast date. I think.”

The lights abruptly went out, and so did Max out the door.

“I’ll go talk to him,” Peter 3 assured, speeding behind Max’s swift steps.

“So, what can I get for the lovely couple?”

“I’ll have-”

“They’ll have the oatmeal. I’ll have an omelet, extra fries, and a black coffee. Thanks,” he arrogantly replied, waving off the annoyed waitress as if she were lesser than him.

“Uh,” you nervously chuckled, “I didn’t want that, actually.”

“Oh. I thought it would be good for you. Let’s just get it anyways, the waitress is gone.”

“...Alright.” This was hell on earth. Your co-worker had seemed so pleasant at work. It was as if a parasite of sorts had altered his brain chemistry, turning him into a complete asshole. If he wasn’t commanding you around like some dog, he’d make jokes at your expense. All you wanted was to take your mind off of Max. It wasn’t hard for you to fall for him. He really tried to radiate the big bad villain persona, but around you, he’d melt into the Max you grew to love. Max Dillon, a sweet, handsome, and wonderfully good man who never got the care he deserved. The second you realized that you made it your mission to be his friend. Sometimes the two of you would play video games or board games. If not you’d probably have a “platonic” tickle fight. But for the majority of the time, you’d just talk. It seems the two of you had become enamored for one another. Unfortunately, you both also shared the fear that the other would not reciprocate. So you remained friends, and if you were going to continue to do so, you’d have to crush your feelings for him entirely. Little did you know it would be extremely difficult, especially now that you’ve found yourself on this atrocious date.

The horrid man in front of you proceeded to brag about how his newly purchased NFT. If that wasn’t cause enough, the leering eyes he’d use on you (and the other people in the diner) would do the trick. During his midst of rambling, you managed to fish your phone out. Norman, Otto, and Curt would probably be in the lab. Flint was usually out by this time of day. When Peter 1 had school, Peters 2 and 3 would be off patrolling the city. The only one you felt comfortable asking for help was Max. So much for falling out of love with him.

“It’s just that, even after I got these powers, I still feel like a nobody.”

“Is there anything that doesn’t make you feel like a nobody?”

“Y/N.”

Max felt a tad embarrassed at the hasty nature of his response. But it was the truth. Every time he spent with you, he felt like he was at home. Max had never been accustomed to that kind of feeling, so being with you felt invigorating. Sometimes lights would flicker in your presence, sending little sparks throughout his body at the sight of you. He had always been scared to shock you by accident, but you were so adamant about showing him affection that he gave in. Somehow you’d find the little shocks of electricity he’d emit to be adorable.

Peter furrowed his brows. Max desperately needed proof that you had liked him back.

“You know, I walked by Peter 1’s room the other day. Y/N was there.”

“I don’t know what they were talking about exactly,” he paused, “But I think they were admitting to having a crush on someone in the house.”

“You’re joking. Peter, there are 8 other people living there besides them. Why would it be me?”

“Now you’re the funny one! Dude, whenever you’re gone they talk on and on about you. About how wonderfully you’ve been improving. Or a funny joke you told them the other day. If not they’re definitely asking about you,” he continued with a sad smile, “Max, you know my history with romance. So you should know that if you find someone you love dearly, you have to go to them. Not before it’s too late.”

The electrician frowned at the thought. Despite holding the power of electricity; you were his light. His source of power, giving him the necessary momentum to keep going. Without you, he’d lose his spark for good. For a second he glanced at his phone. Any other text he’d ignore, but upon seeing your name he picked it up immediately.

Max. Help. Date going terribly. This guy is really weird and gross. Come get me, please!!

Peter read the message alongside him.

“If there’s ever a perfect time to confess, it’s while saving them. Go to Y/N!”

Your eyes lit up. Max was outside, waiting to take you home. Now all you needed was an excuse.

“Josh, I’m sorry. Somethings come up, so I’ll have to get going. Thanks for the breakfast,” you forcefully smiled.

“C’mon now, are you really going so soon? I thought we were having a great time.”

“I have to go, Josh-” you were suddenly cut off by the unwelcome feeling of his hand on your wrist.

“Stay and eat with me. Sit.” Although he was pretty rude on your date, you hadn’t expected him to be so aggressive.

“Let go of me!” His hand stayed put, tightening by the second.

“Look, just finish eating. Once we’re done, maybe we could head to my place and-”

“Let go of them,” your savior had arrived.

“Who the hell are you?”

“I’m a friend of theirs. Now, why don’t you let go of them before I make you?” Max’s eyes glistened with electricity along with his threat. The idea of you being on a date was one thing, but you being mistreated as well? The very thought infuriated Max. You deserved nothing but the best, not a scumbag who didn’t care about you the way he did.

You glared at Josh along with Max, your situation gathering attention at the diner. Josh’s previous bravado had diminished, immediately replaced by humiliation. His embarrassment was made obvious by him stomping out of the diner, slamming the door with a final glare towards you and Max. Once he was gone you released a breath you’d been holding in ever since Josh had grabbed you.

“Are you okay? He didn’t try anything else, right?” Max’s angry glare had melted into a soft gaze at the sight of you, his eyes oozing nothing but concern.

“I’m okay, Max. Especially now that you’re here.” You smiled with relief. “If he’s not eating with me anymore, I guess you’ll have to.”

“Lucky me!” He laughed.

You grinned as he took a seat in front of you. Before you could continue profusely thanking him, he spoke up quietly.

“So uh…” he glanced down at his hands nervously, “If I’m being honest, I’m kind of glad the date didn’t go well.”

“Whys that?”

“Because now I can ask you out instead.”

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