warnings: mild standard gotham violence, in the 3rd section: attempted sexual assault and panicky thoughts afterwards from reader
âSweetheart, this isâŠnot good.â
You turn your head over to him, where heâs frowning, hands on his hips as he inspects your bedroom window.
You tilt your head, looking it over from your place on the couch. âWhatâs wrong with it?â
He sighs, âWell for one, the lock is broken. But even if it werenât, this thing would be so easy to break.â
âItâs the lock the place came with.â You shrug. At least it has a lock. In Gotham thatâs kind of asking a lot.
âYeah, I can tell.â He frowns at the window once again, moving over to stand behind the couch. âIâm getting you better locks.â He looks to you, âI can install them tomorrow?â
You tilt your head up to look at him, âYou donât need to get me new locks, JayâŠâ
âOkay.â He kisses your head, âIâm getting them.â
You sigh in defeat, though your smile makes it lose its credibility. âTomorrowâs fine. I assume youâre staying the night, then?â
He makes his way to the kitchen as he says, âWell, Iâm not leaving you alone here with this piece of shit the only thing between you and Gotham.â
âIâve lived here for two years.â You say flatly.
âDonât remind me.â He mumbles as he moves behind the counter. âActually, your door chainâs broken too, isnât it?â It is, but thatâs his own fault.
You had a long day a couple weeks ago and had a very long, very hot shower the second you got home. Unfortunately, it had slipped your mind to text him that you were home safe and heâd broken through the chain in one try to make sure you were okay.
You hum, âIt wasnât doing much anyways.â Clearly.
He grimaces as he heats up the stove for dinner.
You laugh lightly, âWhat?â
He looks back at you with a frankly adorable frown, âI donât like that.â
Youâd never thought much of it. You hadnât had anyâwell, manyâproblems living here before, and you still had your deadbolt and handle lock.
âItâs okay. Iâm safe here.â
He looks like he strongly disagrees. He comes back over, sitting next to you, taking your face in his hands. âWill you please let me set up some security measures around here?â
âDid Jason Todd just say please?â You say in faux-shock.
He rolls his eyes at you, âIâm serious.â
You sigh, contemplatively. âI donât want my apartment looking like the Home Alone set.â
He laughs at that, âItâs not going to. You wonât even notice most of them. Just do it for me, please?â
âIâll agree, but only because I know youâre going to do it anyways and Iâd like to pretend I have control over this.â Thatâs not true, youâd agree to literally anything if he said please that sweetly again, but thatâs your business.
âFair enough.â He smiles, kissing your cheek.
No, itâs not fair at all.
Itâs late. Youâre not even sure how late but the city has calmed from its usual noises, indicating that your boyfriend will be home soon.
Youâre coming up heavy on cramps tonight and according to the mockingly empty spot in your medicine cabinet, youâre out of ibuprofen. Yeah, itâs late, but the store on the corner is a three minute walk and fuck your stomach hurts. Jason wouldnât like it if you went out without telling him though, so maybe you should wait untilâ
The sound of the living room window sliding open breaks you away from your thoughts, followed by a clatter of something hitting the ground.
You walk back into the dimly lit room, finding your boyfriend sliding the window shut again, holsters abandoned on the ground. He turns and collapses onto the couch face first, body immediately gone limp.
âHey, baby.â You bite back a laugh, coming over to rub his muscled back from behind the couch. He groans into the cushion in response. âWhy donât you go get in bed?â
He hums almost imperceptibly, sitting up and rubbing his eyes roughly with his palms.
He stands and takes your hand in his as he passes by, tugging you towards the bedroom. The deep ache in your abdomen reminds you of your earlier train of thought. You pull your hand back, stopping in your tracks.
He turns back to you with a frown, wanting to know what could possibly be getting in his way of falling asleep, holding you close.
âI gotta go pick up some ibuprofen. Iâll be right back.â You say quietly, not wanting to disturb the quietness of the night for him. His frown deepens as you head towards the door, watching you.
Youâve got your purse in hand and are reaching for the handle when you hear his footsteps following in suit. âHey, itâs okay. Stay here, Iâm just going to the 24 hour store on the corner.â
He shakes his head, âYouâre not going out in Gotham alone at two in the morning. Put your coat on, itâs cold.â
You do as youâre told, shrugging the coat on as you glance over at him. âJason, itâs okay. Youâre exhausted, go to sleep.â
He ignores you, throwing a sweatshirt on to cover up his armor, and follows you out the door; albeit far more sluggish than usual.
He was right though, the night air is bitter and slaps your face with every step forward you take. He lingers a few steps behind you, honest to god almost falling asleep mid step a couple times.
Frankly, youâre not even sure what kind of fight heâd be able to put up in this state. Though, heâs surprised you plenty of times before. In any case, his head snaps up every time thereâs any sign of movement around, instantly on alert.
He trails behind you as you browse through the narrow aisles, hands stuffed in his sweatshirt.
As youâre standing at the store counter paying, his neck is craned forward, resting on your shoulder. You rub soothing circles into his hand with your thumb, though youâre sure itâs not doing anything to help his exhaustion.
Youâre walking back home, the bite of the air a bit more forgiving in this direction. Thereâs another man walking down the sidewalk approaching, hands in pocket.
Jasonâs too tired to bother with subtlety, glaring directly at the passerby before he could even think of trying anything. And it works, because the guy averts his gaze real quick and speeds up past you.
He continues working at his post from just behind you all the way until youâre back inside your apartment.
He takes the medicine container out of his pocket and cracks it open for you, wordlessly filling up a glass of water after. You gulp down a couple of the pills, and he takes the glass and bottle out of your hand the second youâre done, setting them on the counter.
He turns to you, eyes barely open, mumbling, âCan we sleep now?â
You smile at his fatigued state and take his hand, leading him to the bedroom.
Your neighbor likes you. You know it, Jason knows it.
The worst heâd done was flirt with you, badly, and shut his mouth real quick whenever your boyfriend emerged from your apartment.
And Jason let that go; he knows better than anybody that youâre heavenly and sweet and clever, of course this fucking guy likes you. Jason set an unspoken rule with himself, that he wonât get violent with any guys unless they put their hands on you. Something he knows for absolute fact your neighbor has not done.
At least he hadnât until a couple of hours ago. Youâd been in the hallway at the mailslots, your boyfriend nowhere in sight, when he decided it was the perfect time to make a move. Make several moves, actually.
Youâre sitting on the couch, knees to chest, still trying to wrap your mind wround what had happened when Jason sees you. You stopped crying a while ago and youâve entered the phase ofâŠwell. That happened.
Your hear keys jingling outside the door, followed by your boyfriend's entrance. Heâs carrying some grocery bags and has a book tucked under his chin.
He lets the bags slide off his arms, and sets the book on the counter with them, beaming, âYouâre never gonna guess what bââ His smile drops when he sees you. âWhatâs wrong?â
You shake your head, âNothing.â But your blinking feels off all of a sudden, and you canât remember what you usually do with your face when youâre not lying. It doesnât matter though, you could be an academy award winning actress and youâre still sure Jason would be able to see right through you with a single glance.
He frowns, âDonât lie to me.â He moves towards you, kneeling down in front of you. âPlease. Whatâs wrong?â His eyes are pleading now, already worried.
You donât want him to worry about this. He already worries about you too much and heâs got all his vigilante stuff andâŠyou just want to believe that this is a manageable situation and not a problem. Not something that affected you.
âItâs justâŠitâs not a big deal, okay? I can handle itââ
His posture stiffens and his voice suddenly goes low and serious, âWhat happened?â
You know where this is going. âJason. Promise me you wonât do anything.â
His brow furrows, and his frown turns to something closer to anger. âDid someone put their hands on you? Who?â
âJasonââ
âWho did it?â
âThe neighbor, bââ he immediately snaps to a stand and starts towards the door. You hurry to grab onto his hand before he can escape your proximity, âJason. Please donât.â
The break in your voice is enough to make his rage falter and turn back around to face you.
âBaby, if he touched youââ His eyes are pleading, begging you to let him go take care of this. If not for you, then for him.
âIt wasnâtâhe didnât do anything. He didnât get to. I hit him and he backed off.â Which isâŠsort of true.
He stares at you. âIn the hallway?â
You blink. ââŠYeah?â
He takes off towards the bedroom wordlessly. You follow quickly on his tail, watching him sit on the edge of your bed, opening his computer and clicking through it quickly.
You slide over next to him, and see that he's pulling up a file under the name of your building and todayâs date. It takes you two seconds too long to realize what heâs doing, the thought only sinking in right as you see the hallway security camera footage on the screen.
âJasonââ you try to close the computer but he bats your hand away.
He forwards through the footage, as you scramble trying and failing to reach past him, various building occupants coming in and out of frame rapidly.
ââplease just listen to me.â But he did listen to you, and he heard that someone tried to hurt you. That was all he needed to hear.
He stops when he sees you enter the frame, watching closely. He sees you flipping through the mail. He sees your neighbor slither out of his apartment and stand far too close to you. You take a step back only to be met with two steps forward by him. He says something to you, probably asking where your boyfriend is.
The angle doesnât show his face, but it does see yours, and you look incredibly uncomfortable. You donât answer him, which evidently was enough of an answer in itself.
Your neighbor tries to brush some of your hair out of your face but you snap your head away, stumbling back a little. He uses your lack of balance as an âexcuseâ to grab onto your waist, pulling you close to him.
Your hands are out in front of you and youâre shaking your head as he pushes towards you. His lips land on your neck and you try to move backwards, but he grabs your wrists and holds you in place.
You fight against his grip, and upon realizing that your struggling doesnât matter to him at all, you dig your nails into his wrists so hard you draw blood. He groans in pain and his grip on you loosens.
You snap your hands away and push yourself away, locking yourself in your apartment. Your neighbor lingers for a moment, shouting something at the door before trudging back into his apartment and slamming the door.
Jason snaps the laptop shut, coming to a stand once again. His fists clinch at his sides. âThat was not nothing.â
No, it wasnât. But you feel so helpless right now. You sure as hell felt it in the hallway, and it keeps lingering in you and youâre not sure why. You couldnât do anything then, you canât do anything nowâŠit feels like all the bad things in the world are closing in on you and you just have to let it happen.
âIâŠI donât want anyone to die because of meâŠâ your words arenât quite matching your thoughts, but this is the closest you can get right now.
He pulls back to look at you, brows furrowed. âItâsâitâs not because of you. Itâs because of him. Baby, if I were on patrol and saw him grab some other girl like that Iâd do the same thing.â
You know that. You know that. But communication seems impossible right now even though itâs the only tool you have to stop things from closing in.
âNo, I know that. I knowâŠitâs justâŠâ Things are closing in anyways. Alright, this is happening now. Your eyes start watering and your voice trembles.
âFuck, baby.â His hand flies to the back of your head, other arm wrapping around your middle, pulling you to him.
You feel a bit silly, crying over the potential death of someone who tried to hurt you, in front of the Red Hood of all people.
âIâm sorry, IâI donât know. Itâsâitâs too many bad things. I canâtâŠâ
âOkay. Okay. Itâs okay. Iâll stay here. Iâm staying here with you, okay?â You nod into his chest, tears dampening his shirt.
This is a temporary solution, you know that even now. But you think once it expires, it might be easier to accept whatever Jasonâs going to do later.
Heâs quiet for a few minutes, holding you in his arms as you sway back and forth lightly.
âWill you forgive me if I kill him?â He whispers into your hair.
You roll your eyes but smile nonetheless. âDonât.â
âIs that a yes?â
You pull back to look him in the eyes, face setting. âIâm getting the feeling youâre going to do something regardless of how this conversation ends.â He says nothing. âJust, please, donât kill him.â
He holds you tighter and you do the same, laying your head against his chest again. You feel him press a kiss to your head as he takes a deep breath.
You think on it for a moment, figuring it needs saying, âAnd donât get in trouble.â
Your neighbor comes home late that night, trudging through the front door with a perpetual frown. He opens the door to his notably unlocked apartment. He drops his bag on the ground with a thump and flicks on the lamp next to the door. He shuts the door and turns the lock when the red elephant in the room pipes up.
âHey, bud.â
He jumps, spinning around, âWho the fuckâoh, shit.â He freezes the second he sees him, sitting in the armchair across the room. The Red Hood nods, loading the gun in his hand.
Your neighbor stutters, âWhatâwhat are you doing here?â
He looks up at him, cocking the gun. âYou put your hands on your neighbor, yeah?â
He looks fake-shocked at the accusation. âWhat? No, I would neâwhich neighbor?â
He canât see it, but Hoodâs face drops into a deadpan. âThat is really not helping your case.â
Your neighbor eyes the gun nervously.
Hood sighs, âIâm not going to kill you. Iâve been told itâs bad manners to execute someone the first time you meet.â He glances down the nail marks on his arm and steals his jaw. âNo. Whatâs going to happen is youâre going to break your lease and move out. Within the next week.â
The neighbors eyes widen, âA week? Are you insane?â
Hood tilts his head a bit before shaking it, âNah, youâre right. By tomorrow night.â
âThis is my apartment. I live here, Iâm not going anywhere. And unless youâre secretly Saul the landlord under there, you canât do anything about it.â He crosses his arms, clearly feeling very proud of himself. Well, killing him isnât the only option, is it?
âYeah, I thought youâd say that.â Hood clocks him hard on the head with the frame of his gun. He goes down quickly and loudly, clutching his head, groaning. âThe alternative is getting beaten half to death and hoping whatever hospital you end up at knows what theyâre doing.â
Honestly, neighbor boy is pressing his luck as is. Maybe it was a bad idea for Jason to bring the gun.
âFuck! Fine! Iâll go!â He wails.
Hood kicks his abdomen with the side of his boot, though not nearly as hard as he wanted to. âShut up. Youâll disturb the neighbors.â
The neighbor groans again, quieter. He mumbles something about Hood being crazy but it gets lost under the grunts of pain.
Hood crouches down next to him, patting him on the head with the barrel of his gun. âDonât worry, bud. Iâll check up on you. And if I ever see you so much as look in the general direction of another girl Iâll put a bullet in your head. Sound good?â
Your former neighbor drops his head to the ground, hand still clutching the growing swell on his forehead.
dirtbag reader giving scott a stick n poke and heâs like âur such a bad influence on me (lovingly)â
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KIWI ANON đ«¶đ«¶ SORRY THIS IS LATE đ IM SO SORRY
Tatted up
warnings: needles
âIâm so excitedâ Scott said as I cleaned his arm with an alcohol pad I got from the first aid kit. âItâs going to hurtâ I said as I got everything ready. âI donât careâ Scott said smiling at me.
âA football right?â I asked him just to make sure. âYesâ He quickly answered. âSqueeze my hand if it hurtsâ I said as I started to press the make needle into his arm. âDoes it hurt?â I asked him. âNo just feels like a pinchâ He answered focusing on my work.
Limp Bizkit played through the radio that I had in my room. I kept looking out the window to make sure none of the other girls would come in. As I was done I wiped away any excess ink and looked at my work. A little football on his wrist. âIâm so badassâ Scott said flexing his wrist. I let out a little laugh as I cleaned everything up. âMake sure to tell me if it gets infected.â I said in a serious tone. âyes maâamâ Scott said kissing me quickly.
âWhatâs going to happen when they see it?â He asks me. By they he means the camp counselors here. âTell them that itâs penâ I said sitting on his lap. âMy badass pretty girlâ Scott said quickly covering my faces in little kisses
âyou gonna let me mark you next?â Scott asked watching me put the stuff under my mattress to make sure it wouldnât be found. âYes, when I have time to teach youâ I responded sitting back on his lap. âThatâs sickâ he said playing with my hair. âI love you babyâ He said. âI love you too Scottâ I replied kissing him.
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Heyy could you write a fic where the reader calls Sam by the wrong names as like a prank. And he gets mad at them. But a happy ending!
Thanks pookie đ«Š
sheâs gonna call him scott because I find it funny and if any of yâall think itâs stupid well.. thatâs a you a problem (jk that was mean sorry). THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST
Excuse me?
warnings: none
I had the best idea to prank Sam..ok, maybe it wasnât the best idea but it was going to funny so yolo. I decided I was going to call Sam by the wrong name and see how he would react.
Sam was in the kitchen making me dinner because I had asked him to. Contrary to popular belief, Sam could cook and he was really good at it. âHi Sammyâ I said as I sat down on the counter watching him cook.â âHi babyâ Sam said smiling at me. âDinners almost ready why donât you go sit down at the table.â Sam said kissing my cheek and helping me down from the counter. I went and sat at the table watching him plate the food onto my plate and then his. He walked over and sat my plate down in front of me and kissed the top of my head âenjoy babyâ Sam gleamed watching me eat and sitting down across from me starting to eat his dinner as well.
âWow Scott this is really good!â I said mouth full of pasta. I watched as Sam registered what I said and slowly placed his fork down. âExcuse me?â He said arching his eyebrow and starring at me. âWhat?â I said continuing to eat. âWho is Scott?â Sam asked quickly. âI donât know what you mean?â I replied trying not to laugh. Sam pulled my plate away from me. I gasped as he held my plate. âSam-â I tried to protest but Sam interrupted me. âNo, have Scott make you dinnerâ Sam said getting up and placing my plate on the counter. âSam-â I tried to protest again standing up and following him but he just kept talking
âI bet Scott doesnât make pasta the way you like it. I bet he doesnât play with your hair every night to help you fall asleep. I bet he doesnât put your towel in the dryer while youâre showering so itâs warm for you when you get outâ Sam rambled while pacing back and forth
I quickly shut him up by placing a kiss on his lips. âCan I speak please?â I asked. âfine.â Sam said crossing his arms. âThere is no Scott itâs just a random name I got from a TV show I was just trying to prank you iâm sorryâ I said as I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my chin on his chest. âso there is no Scott?â He asked. âNo Scott, i only need youâ I said kissing his chest. âok but you canât do that to me scared me shitless babyâ Sam exhaled wrapping his arms around me and playing with my hair. âSorry Sammyâ I whispered. âItâs ok babyâ Sam replied. âHereâs your foodâ Sam said handing me back my plate and sheepishly smiling at me. âThank you.â I said and sat back down at the table. âThank you for everything you do for me I love you and only youâ I said before I ate. âIâll do it everyday for the rest of my life I love you too babyâ Sam responded smiling at me.
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sam monroe walking in on you masturbating? like fingering yourself and humping your pillows? PLEASE I LOVE SAM đđ„°
I LOVE THIS REQUEST BUT ALSO SCARED BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE I AM NOT GOOD AT WRITING SMUT BUT ILL DO IT FOR YOU POOKIE ALSO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE PLEASE FORGIVE ME
We might as well just fuck
warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUTTY SMUT SMUT WHOLE LOTTA SMUT ITS JUST SMUT
I laid on Samâs bed with my fingers between my thighs softly rubbing at my clit. Sam was at work and I was going to wait for him but I was just so horny and needy. Iâve been thinking about him all day and the wetness between my thighs was just unbearable at this point. I thought if I could quickly just make myself cum I could be fine until he got home.
My fingers werenât really doing it for me and I needed more. Then I got an idea and I quickly grabbed the pillow on the side of Samâs bed, the one he used every night. I quickly straddled it and started rocking my hips back and forth on it feeling the softness rub against my clit. It wasnât like anything I have ever felt before. No, it wasnât as good as Samâs fingers, tongue, or cock but it would do the job until I could get what I actually wanted
Little did I know that I wouldnât have to wait long as Sam got home earlier than expected. I continued rocking my hips back and forth on his pillow making a mess of it not knowing that Sam was in the door way with his hands down is pants watching me.
I felt the bed dip and his hand gripping my neck. I quickly let out a yelp. âshh shh baby itâs just meâ Sam said turning my face and messily kissing me. The kiss was all tongue and spit it was barely a kiss. âSammyâ I moaned out stopping the rocking of my hips. âKeep going.â Sam demanded out. Even though the pillow felt good Sam was here and I wanted his cock in me. now.
âYour cockâ I whined out. âno, you wanted to be a slut on my pillow so continue.â He said while starting to rock my hips for me. I moaned out and continued to grind down on his pillow.
Sam finally had enough of watching me make a mess on his pillow and picked me up and sat me down on his lap pushing his dick into me. âSam!â I basically screamed while he bounced me on his lap leaving hickeys all over my tits. âSo fucking beautifulâ Sam said in between my tits. âSammy iâm going to cumâ I moaned out. âMe too babyâ He said bouncing me harder onto his cock and kissing me. The knot in my stomach finally snapped as I moaned into his lips. Sam quickly released inside me pulling my head back by my hair to kiss my neck. âfuckâ Sam breathed out while rubbing my back. âI made a messâ I giggled. âYes you did babyâ Sam said laughing quietly and holding me closer kissing the top of my head.
âNever gonna wash that pillow againâ
âSam thatâs disgusting.â
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im back ELOHEL (im sorry these are like all sam, im just obsessed with himđŁ) telling sam you're pregnant, and you think he's gonna get mad and leave you, but he's actually so reassuring about like âčïžâčïž but hes definitely like screaming on the inside cause YOURE PREGNANT đđâŒïžâŒïžâŒïžâŒïž
we are not gonna mention how late this is!!! đ€
Pregnancy
warnings: pregnancy and sex mentions (please use protection yall đ unless youâre planning to have a baby than good luck with your journey and I hope it works out)
I starred at the white stick with the word Pregnant starring back at me. I was shaking and tears where running down my face. I mean me and Sam where only 19 âand yeah this was our faultâ I mean we didnât always use protection when it came to sex but itâs still scary and shocking. I had called Sam to come over before I took the test because I knew that if I was pregnant I wouldnât be able to keep control of myself. And if I wasnât pregnant I could just tell Sam that we needed to be safer and use protection. Well it was obviously to late for that now.
I knew Sam would be here any minute now so I quickly cleaned up and tried to stop crying. I quickly put the stupid little stick in my pocket and sat on my couch waiting for him to come in. I didnât bother locking the door and I knew he was here when I heard his foot steps outside my apartment door.
Sam opened the door and softly closed it after he saw my red and puffy eyes. âBaby?â Sam asked softly as he sat down in front of me. âWhatâs wrong?â He whispered rubbing my thighs and cupping my cheek. âSam we have to talkâ I quickly stood up and stepped away from him. Sam quickly stood up with me and starred at me with sad confused eyes. âWhatâs wrong?â Sam asked again. âYouâre going to hate meâ I whispered and quickly moved away from his touch when he tried pulling me closer to him. âLove youâre really scaring me.â Sam said quickly. I just broke down in tears and hugged him crying into his chest. âJust tell me what happened.â He spoke softly playing with my hair. âIâm so so sorryâ I sobbed into his chest. âFor what?â He stopped playing with my hair but kept his hand resting on my head. âI messed up so badly.â I sobbed even more. Sam softly pulled me away from his chest and looked at me with scrunched eyebrows. âyou think that Iâm going to hate you and that you messed upâŠdid-did you cheat on me or something?â He blurted out. I starred at him with wide eyes and finally registered what I had said probably sounded like I did cheat on him. âGod no.â I quickly said. âThan whatâs wrong?â He asked again this time looking mad.
âiâm pregnant.â I blurted out, not him wanting to think that I cheated on him or hurt him in any way. His expression dropped quickly and so did his arms. He starred at me with an expression I couldnât read. I could see his breathing start to get heavier and he quickly sat down. âWhen did you find out?â He spoke softly. â45 minutes ago.â I answered as I sat down beside him. âI understand if you want to leave me.â I said to him. âwhat?â he quickly answered and whipped his head around me. âyou think iâm going to leave you to deal with this by yourself?â He asked. âI mean most men donât want to have children at 19â I said softly. âYeah well iâm not most menâ Sam mumbled while pulling me into his lap.
âSammy iâm scaredâ I whispered. âMe too baby..me tooâ He responded. âBut you donât have to do this alone. I wonât let you.â He said. âWhat are we going to do?â I asked. âWhatever you want darling, itâs your body and iâll support whatever decision you makeâ He smiled at me. âWeâre going to be parentsâ I laughed out through my tears. âWe are going to need a bigger apartmentâ He laughed back. âGood thing I have an amazing boyfriend who knows how to build houses.â I wink at him. âSammy?â âyeah?â âI love youâ âI love you tooâ
TEEHEE SORRY ITS SO LATE POOKIEđđ BLAME TUMBLRđ I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AND IF YOU WSNT ME TO CHANGE OR ADD ANYTHING LET ME KNOWđ«¶đ«¶
omgomg what abt like reader and sam monroe are really good friends and he like has a thing for her in high dchool but she moves away n they run into eachother in the future AND HE LOOKS LIKE ANAKIN NOW.
(shut the fuck up this is so cute but like sad to me. im gonna sob đ) also im literally listening to 'into you' by ariana grande, so that's why that's the title, ahaha đ
Into You âŠ
Sam had been a really good friend of yours since sophomore year. You didn't hang out with the same people at all, though. Sam hung out with a couple of druggies and âfreaksâ while you were paired with ânormalâ people.
You became friends with Sam because you had the same p.e class with him. He was often left alone and in the corner after walking 2 daily laps. Some guys even made fun of him, but Sam would always ignore them. Even your own girlfriends would make fun of him! You always felt bad for that poor boy.
So, one day you left your friends after walking 2 laps and went to the corner that Sam was always at. He didn't notice you at first, but once he did, he looked nervous. Why was a girl going up to him? The worse scenarios were going through his head. Maybe someone dared you to do that thing were you go up to a random kid and ask them out and if they say yes, you laugh and explain it was a dare.
When you finally stood in front of him, he glanced up anxiously and looked back down, waiting for you to just get it over with. âHi, Sam.â You sweetly greeted with that charming smile of yours. He only nodded his head to your greet.
âLook, I know you're probably scared im gonna say or do something mean, but please trust me when I say I wanna be your friend.â and sat next to him. He was stunned at what you had said. You were so pretty and had a bunch of friends. Why do you wanna be his?
Sam messed with the stud inside his lip, making his labret move from the outside. âJust cause you feel bad doesn't mean you have to be my friend.â He softly spoke. Yeah, that was the big part of it, but you also believed everyone should have a friend.
It's not like Sam was completely friendless, but he was left out in a lot of his classes that his friends weren't in, and you wanted to change that. âSam, I wanna be your friend because I think there's more to you than what people think.â He finally looked at you but still kept an emotionless expression. âYeah, okay.â
And from then on, you bothered him every simple day during pe. You made him walk with you, run the miles with you, literally participate im everything in that class. He acted annoyed at first (which really, he loved the attention), but as time went by, he came around.
Sometimes, you'd ditch your friends to go inside the hallways or classrooms to spend lunch with Sam. You two became so close that he let you meet his mom, dad, step-dad, and little brothers.. and boy, did they love you.
The point has been made. You're close friends. Junior year was the year his biological dad died, but you helped him through it all. Especially with his drug problem. Since the last week of sophomore year, he's had a crush on you. At first, he tried to brush it off, telling himself that it's never gonna happen and to just keep you as a friend. You were the only one who genuinely cared anyway.
Sam had dated some girl named Alyssa for a while, which you hated. She was such a dirty hoe.. there were rumors that she kissed Sam's dad and that she told Josh to lie about never having sex with her, but come on, no one really believes that.
You tried to be happy for Sam, and you were for a little bit until Alyssa had a cow over you being too close with Sam. As a girl who's experienced the same, you understood and stopped talking to him for a while. Only giving him smiles and waves when you'd see him around.
What you didn't know is that when you stopped talking to him, he was really mad at Alyssa. âAlyssa, I love you, but you have to understand that she's the only one who really cared for me before you. I can't just stop talking to her like that. If I never met her, I'd probably would have already been dead because of how fucked up on drugs I was.â But she clearly didn't care.
She was so damn jealous that she wasn't the one who helped him through all that. Not only was she mad over that, but she was upset that you were prettier. Inside and out. She was so toxic with Sam, and everyone knew. His friends told him to just break up with her, but he didnât want to. That poor boy was too scared.
At the end of 11th grade, he finally broke up with her, though, even though it was quick. All he said was that he was unhappy, and she used him for attention and that it was over. She didn't get a say in it because he walked away right after. And who did he immediately go to? You. He craved you so bad.
You had a boyfriend now, and he was so pissed. That should have been him. He was just too scared to say anything. Always seeing you hugging and kissing all over him was gut-wrenching. That whole breakup was right when the bell rang after school, so he planned to go to his house to freshen up and talk to you.
He knocked on the door around 6 in the afternoon just in case you were eating dinner at 4-5. Your mom opened the door, greeting him with a big hug since she hasnt seen him in so long. Let's just say things were awkward at first between you two at first, but after explaining everything, it was fine.
You gushed to him about Jesus, your boyfriend. Talking about how sweet and handsome he is.. Sam acted happy for your sake, but ooh, he was so jealous.
Stuff went back to normal, and you two became close again really quick. Sam met Jesus, and it went pretty well. Even if Sam was jealous/mad, he saw that Jesus really liked you and seemed like a good guy. What relieved him even more was that Jesus didn't mind your friendship.
âOh, yeah. I had a homie who was on drugs and stuff. He didn't have anyone to help him out like that, so it's chill that you helped him out like that. I'd never get mad over him wanting to hang out, you know?â Your boyfriend explained one time when he was over.
You lasted with Jesus for a couple of months until the last few weeks of school because you were going to an out of state college. Sam didn't know that was the reason, though. He just saw it as a chance to finally confess. You two were sitting in an empty classroom together at lunch.
âSam, we need to talk.â You speak softly. âWe are talking.â He replies, eating a chip. âNo, like. I have something serious to tell you.â His heart dropped. Were you gonna drop him? Did he do something wrong?
âWhat is it..â You friend replies with an anxious look plastered on his face. âI'm moving after graduation. Like, to an out of state college.â One part of Sam was happy, and the other was devastated. He finally got you back, and now you're leaving?
âOh, um,â He looked to the floor. âThat's great. Uhânot in the sense that, like, I want you to leave, but, you know. It's great that you have this opportunity.â He tried his best not to cry but failed. You two spent the whole time crying to each other, saying how much you'll miss each other.
But you'll keep in touch.. right?
â
You and Sam were bawling by the end of it. He was probably even sadder because it's not like he can tell you he likes.. no. Loves you, because what's the point?
He went along with you to the air port, saying goodbye. Hugging you hard and placing a kiss on your head. âHave a good time, okay? Have fun.â Sam says, eyes all red and droopy.
You nod, kissing his cheek and leaving a faint mark. Before he knew it, you were on that plane and gone. You swore that you were gonna call and visit for the holidays, but guess what! You didn't.
Spring break? No. Thanksgiving? Christmas? His birthday? Nope. He tried calling one time, but the number was out of service. That was the last straw. He was so mad at you.
He got over it after a year or so, too. He pushed himself to be more social and actually go out. His appearance changed, too. No more eyeliner or dressing in dark clothing. He even dyed his hair brown.
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He kinda forgot about you since even after your four years at college were up, you stayed. You forgot about him too. Your new friends kept you busy all the time, along with your job.
Your look didn't change as drastically as Sam's. Your style of clothing changed a little, and so did your attitude. Back then, you were such a goody two shoes. Now, you go out amd party and break the rules more often. Nothing totally illegal, but you get it.
You still talked to your parents every night. They asked so many times to come visit you because they're getting old (a little dramatic, but it was still true) so you finally said yes after 6 years of not seeing them.
Your cousin had picked you up from the airport, thrilled to see you. She was chatting it up and telling you about everything that has been going on since you left. Then it hit you. Sam Monroe, that emo boy you loved so much probably still lived here. Your cousin knew him back then, too, so maybe she knows what hes been up to.
âOh, girl. He's like, a totally different person. Dyed his hair, became more talkative.. like, literally. A bunch of girls from high school like him cause they realized how handsome he is, I guess.â She keeps babbling on about him to you. He changed a lot, it seems. But there was no way you were gonna try and go look for him. You knew he was more than likely mad at you for not calling and visiting.
Your parents had invited a bunch of people over for a welcome home party. They were all in the backyard, though. So, you had time to get ready. Sam was left in your mind while you showered and got ready. How different could he really look?
After you get ready, you make your way to the backyard, greeting aunts and uncles, cousins, and family friends, but most importantly, your parents. You were smothered by your mom's kisses and practically crushed by your dads hugs. They missed their little girl.
You drank with your cousins and played party games while the older adults watched and laughed at you, losing almost every round, causing you to face the penalty and take a shot.
By the end of the night, you were so drunk. No memory of what happened that night when you woke up in the morning. Confused in your old room, you groan and whine. A headache was bothering you, and you felt super weak, but you remembered that your dad wanted you to go to the hardware store with him to pick up a few tools.
You knew he would offer to just let you stay and rest, but you haven't seen him in so long and wanted to spend as much time with him as you could. With another groan, you force yourself to get up and shower. You didn't even bother to put on makeup or do your hair.. not even to wear a cute outfit.
Sweats with a baggy t-shirt and a pair of slippers was your choice. Your mom gave you something quick to eat before leaving with dad. The store was close by, so the ride there wasn't too long. Dad asked about everything you did over where you live.
Ex boyfriends, the classes you took, and a lot of other things were talked about, even when you got off the car and entered the store. You talked his ear off while he was looking through the aisles. One thing about dad was that he's never at the hardware store just for what he actually needs.
Normally, he'd tell you to shut up with all your talking because, well.. you're a chatterbox. but this was an exception since he hasn't seen you for a long time. Half an hour passed by before he asked you to go get something for him in aisle 12.
You looked and looked around that aisle for what seemed like forever trying to find a specific tool dad asked for. A groan escapes your throat, and before you know it, you are asked a question by a worker.
âNeed any help, maâam?â His voice was soft and calm. You turned around to see a very tall, muscular man with tanned skin, brown hair, and piercing blue eyes. He was very handsome. So handsome that he left you speechless, and it was sort of weirding him out.
âMaâam.â He repeated himself, looking slightly uncomfortable. You knock out of your trance and visibly cringed at yourself. âSorry, um. Yes, I need help.â You respond with a nervous tone. âYeah? Okay, what do we need?â
âA shovel.â You reply, trying to avoid eye contact. The man laughed a little, shaking his head. âWell, this definitely isn't the aisle where you'll be finding those.â Great, now you look stupid. Did dad send you to the wrong one on accident? Who knows. You just felt really stupid.
âCome on, n/n, I'll show you.â He says and starts walking away. It took you a couple of seconds to realize that he had just called you your nickname. What the fuck? How does he know that? Wait.
No, there's no way. This guy looks nothing like the one you had in mind. âHere ya are.â He interrupts your thoughts. âOh, thank you,â You squint to look at his name tag. It was him. âSam.â
âDid it really take you that long to realize?â He snickered and set his hands on his hips. âBut I guess I can't blame you, though, huh? I look nothing like I did when you left.â Of course, he had to add that last part. Now you were sure he was pissed about what happened.
âYeah..â was all you replied while literally checking him out. he didn't mind it. He knew he was handsome. His confidence grew a lot while you were away. âSo, anyway. I'd recommend this one.â He quickly changed the topic.
â
He talked to you for a little while in that same spot. About why you left and why you didn't call backâbut he was so mature about it. He wasn't angry or sad.. he was just asking like if it was normal. He even walked you back to where your dad was at, and said hi.
It made you smile to hear him ask for your new number. âJust so you know, I'm taking you out tonight, and you can't say no. Pick you up at 8.â He smiles at you. You shake your head and smile again. âOkay, see you then.â
ugh i needed this after the traumatic convo i just had with a boy on snapchat
Sam Monroe with an Only Fans
This post contains NSFW headcanons, be warned
Small A/n - You guys donât understand. Now I have to make a series out of this. It wouldnât be like an actual series series but Iâm thinking multiple Drabbles with links to Twitter videos that I feel like he would post on his Only Fans â€ïž
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He has a Prince Albert piercing 1000%.
Absolutely LOVES the camera; constantly asking you if you want to be in a video with him but never pushing your boundaries. I can just imagine him coming into your shared living room while youâre binging a TV show, camera in hand with a mischievous grin on his face before saying something like, âWanna help me out with work?â
Doesnât really care for having his face in pictures or videos, but when he does, the cinematography is elite. He just KNOWS how to make masterpieces. Honestly the poses and camera work alone is so hot and appealing.
If you have certain kinks, he would make mental notes about them and incorporate them into his Only Fans
Has most definitely posted whimper audios on Twitter with a link to his Only Fans that has the visuals to the audio
Got his tongue pierced just so he could buy one of those vibrators meant for tongue piercings
I personally donât have a foot fetish but bro has probably sucked on someoneâs toes befoređ
People in person (especially other guys) see him and assume he gets no bitches but in reality because of his Only Fans, SOOOOOO many girls know who he is
He definitely posts for the female gaze but like itâs actually what the girlies want, like he definitely has wrapped a pink ribbon around his cock before
His only fans is like a genuine masterpiece. He has an interest in photography for sure so his pictures always match his little emo punky aesthetic, itâs not just sex or masturbation for him
If he likes you, he definitely has had to re-record videos for his only fans because heâs accidentally moaned your name
Heâs so fucking vocal itâs insane
Money wise, heâs actually financially stable because of how appealing his videos are. He most definitely isnât the male gaze porn stuff.
Consent King for sure however he does have a CNC / Somno kink
Sam may be a sassy drug addicted emo asshole but he respects women so much. He does have a degradation kink and loves to make you go dumb, despite his respect for you
He does not even care about his family finding out, his motto is something like âTheyâve been disappointed before.â
His favorite activity to do with you is âpracticingâ for his Only Fans, âBut baby, I need to make sure the camera angles look good.â Or âJust one more time for me, this video has to be perfect.â When in reality itâs just his excuse so he can go round after round with you.
Has a designated filming room
Alright thatâs all I can think of for the moment, Iâm still sick so Iâm sorry for no recent fics ;( I also have to deal with college and work stuff. I feel like I made him so soft in this headcanon list, I promise heâs still an angsty emo freak that will break you any chance he gets
UPDATE WHEN I SAID THAT HE MADE ME UNCOMFY HE GOT ALL DEFENSIVE AND SAID âthere is a world where you are reading to far into this !â AND THEN SAID âoh you have a snap score of 17k.. that tracksâ AND SO I REPLIED âthere is a world where you donât respect my boundaries ! and who cares if i have a low snap score at least iâm not being a whore on snapchat and making people uncomfy and getting pissed when they set boundaries with me!â AND THEN HE BLOCKED ME đ„°
shout to my pookie wookie Anakin AND my best friend
also shout out to @vixxensvoid who would make snapchat red flag dude piss his pants
this dude added me on snap and heâs kinda a red flag but heâs cute so i shall ignore them for nowđđ
as Taylor Swift once said âI can fix him (No really I can)â
he'd force you to wear a matching spider man shirt/sweater with him "to make it fun"
anytime a fight scene occurs, he gasps dramatically just to make you laugh
if you pull some "im spiderman" shit, hes gonna lose it. he thinks its so ANNOYING when people say things like that
bye Scott is so weird cause hed start tackling you out of no where during fight scenes and make up the excuse "its to make it realistic!"
no matter what movie you guys are watching, he needs you to be cuddled up to him as little spoon. the only exception he'd make for him being little spoon is for sad or romance movies.
spiderman blanket is a MUST
"im gonna go to the bathroom" but he actually went to his room and came back with a spiderman mask to make you laugh đ
(sorry this is super short, i didn't really know what to put down đ)
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