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sanguineterrain · 4 months

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your most recent jason fic has me in a bit of a chokehold and its bc you do so well with the dialogue and the banter!!

HONEYLOVE???#?*×& i need to be physically restrained (i appreciate your fics respectfully)

anyways, the fic has me thinking: imagine it's the same reader, but they know Jason's alive and they're back to being friends again (skipping over the drama of "YOU'RE ALIVE?!?" "yea lmao sorry ily tho") but there's this tension now. and since Jason's not working with a mask anymore (and he's slightly more vulnerable with r), it's him who gets flustered and it's r who does the flirting playful banter. maybe it ends with a kiss (˘ ³˘) ?

i'm such a sucker for a flustered Jason and there's something that tells me he gets really weak in the knees for someone he adores >:) anyways, you can always choose to write this or not but a very big, fat thank you if you do

the reaction pics are SO FUNNY i'm glad you enjoy this au <3

jason todd x gn!nocturne!reader. pt 3 of vigilante reader. this is basically reader just being feral over jason :> they speak for all of us, really. love confessions, tension, somewhat flustered jason, more sparring lols.

pt 1 / pt 2

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Jason Todd is alive. Jason Todd is sitting two feet away, talking about a case.

You can't quite believe it. You went home two days ago and expected to wake up to the whole thing being a dream or the result of a Poison Ivy hallucinogen.

You can't stop staring at him. It's weird. You're being weird. But you can't help it.

Every time you see Jason, you want to look at him for as long as possible. You don't want to forget his face. This new face. Scarred and hardened, but still good. Still loved.

And, well. It's not like Jason's bad looking. Sure, you thought he was cute when you were teenagers. Resurrection makes the heart grow fonder, et cetera.

But now? Now, Jason makes your heart stupid. You can barely contain your desire. It's been two weeks since he revealed himself, and every time you see him, you have to dig your nails into your palms to keep yourself from showing him what he does to you.

Sometimes you think he sees right through you, but if he does, he never acts on it.

"—listening. Yo. Ground control to Major Tom. Are you with me?"

Jason waves a hand in front of you. You blink.

He's unmasked and in a Fleetwood Mac t-shirt and dark jeans—the most comfortable you've seen him, actually. His hair is still wet from his shower.

"Sorry," you say, suddenly zeroed in on the three droplets of water sliding down his neck. "I'm listening. Just looking at you."

"'Cause I'm so pretty?" Jason asks, batting his lashes.

You reach over without thinking. He freezes when you wipe the water off of his neck. Then you tuck a curl behind his ear.

"You should let me blow-dry your hair," you say, taking your time in dropping your hand. "It'll take ages to dry in this humidity."

Jason's eyes have gone wide. Pink splotches bloom on the apples of his cheeks.

"Uh." He swallows. You watch his throat bob. "Thanks. Maybe... next time."

"I'll steal Dick's. He's got the fancy sixteen setting one."

That makes Jason smile. "Hm. Some things never change."

His eyes crinkle at the corners. Fondness swells swiftly in your chest.

You stay like that for a moment, caught in each other's orbit.

Jason breaks it first, leaning away. "Right. You should probably get back to the Manor. Br–the others'll probably think I kidnapped ya."

You shrug. "I quit."

"What?"

"Bruce was getting on my last nerve. I can't work with someone like that."

Jason snorts. "Join the club. Look, I can't say I'm not thrilled that you're stickin' it to the old man. But if this is 'cause of me... I wouldn't be mad if you kept workin' with him. Honest. If that's what you wanna do, don't let me stop you."

"Jason." You rest your hand atop his. "I joined this life because of you. To honor you. You taught me how to help people, not Bruce. You taught me what it meant to be kind, to be a part of something bigger than myself."

To love, you don't say.

"I..." He shakes his head. "You became Nocturne for me?"

You close your eyes, then open them. You've cried so many times. You don't want to stay in your grief any longer. Not when he's right in front of you.

"When you died, I..." You take a deep breath. "Nocturne was something to ground me. I think Bruce recognized that. I think he knew how much you meant to me. He didn't have to take a chance on me, and I appreciate that he did. But I've realized that he doesn't know everything. Can't see what's right in front of him sometimes."

You squeeze Jason's wrist. He sighs.

"God, I'm sorry," he says.

"What're you sorry for, Jay? You came back. That's all I ever wanted."

Jason chews his cheek for a moment. Then he stands, chair scraping the floor.

"C'mon," he says.

You follow him to the living room. He moves the armchair, the couch, and rolls up the rug. He disappears down the hall and returns with two thick mats. He tosses them onto the floor.

"Uh..." you say. "What're you—"

"'M gonna show you what y'did wrong that night on the roof."

"Wow. Can't believe you're still single. Being reminded of my shitty combat skills gets me so hot."

Jason rolls his eyes. "Alright, smartass. Just 'cause you quit the Bats doesn't mean you won't go out there and keep helping people. I know you. The least I can do is pick up where Dickface left off in your training."

"The least you can do, huh? I think you just wanna pin me against the floor again," you say, smirking.

He clears his throat. "That—no."

"No?" You step closer and look at him through your lashes. You're so close, you're touching his chest. "What happened to tying me up 'cause I was out when I shouldn't have been? Isn't that another educational technique?"

Jason's throat bobs. "That wasn't—I was just saying things."

"Hm. That's too bad."

You skip right past him, onto the mat, and hold out your arms.

"Okay. Put the moves on me, J.P."

It takes Jason a moment to craft his usual poker face. When he does, he groans. "'M not an evil Gilded Age financier. Still don't like 'J.P.'"

"But you like me-ee," you sing-song.

He shrugs. "Sometimes. Until you give me a heart attack and run into a burning building."

"Wish I could've seen your face for that one," you say as you steel your shoulders and secure your feet.

"Better you didn't. I'm sure there was a vein or two popping outta my forehead." Jason cracks his neck. "Ready?"

"Lay it on me, big guy."

"You first. Attack me like you normally would."

So you do. You step forward and throw a punch similar to the one from your rooftop spar. Jason catches it, of course. But this time, he locks you in a hold. One leg is between yours, and your arms are twisted behind your back with one hand. Humiliating.

"Dude!" You wiggle. Jason doesn't yield. "Jay, come on. No petty criminal is gonna know how to do all that."

"I know. The point of this is for you to know how to use someone's size against them."

Jason presses his cheek against yours. You tamp down your shiver. You can hear his heartbeat.

"Take a breath," he murmurs.

You close your eyes and breathe. Jason's grip doesn't hurt, but you're frustrated by how predictable you are. How he knows your body. A part of you is missing in not knowing him the way he knows you.

"Alright," he says. "Think. What part of me is exposed?"

"Not the important parts, I hope."

You can feel his eyeroll.

"You're hilarious. C'mon, focus. What can you attack?"

"Um... your legs. You trapped my arms, but my and your legs are free."

"Good." The praise warms you. Being this close to Jason will never get old. "What else?"

"What else? Do you have a tail I don't know about?"

"Sucha wiseass," he says, mouth close to your ear. "Your head. You're still able to move your head, and you're close to my face."

"Yeah, I'm not headbutting you. Out of the kindness of my heart."

"I appreciate that, sweets. Sweep my leg."

So you do. Jason goes down easier than he normally would for your benefit.

"'Kay," he says, once again underneath you. Now you have his hands pinned. "Good. Remember what went wrong last time?"

"You bucked me off like a Clydesdale."

He smiles. "Yeah, okay. So what'll you do different?"

"I'm not in my suit," you say. "I don't have extra weight in my boots."

"No, but you don't need it if you keep my legs apart."

"So that was your plan all along, huh? Perv."

Jason coughs. "Ah-hum... I—c'mon, lock my legs."

You grin and spread Jason's legs, using your knees to keep him immobile.

And then you just stare. This time, it's not because you're thinking about the miracle of resurrection (though what a miracle it is). No, you're just thinking, once again, about how your best friend got really, stupidly pretty.

And how you really, stupidly wanna kiss him.

Jason still looks young, but his jaw is now defined. He's got a five o'clock shadow coming on. His lips are full and pink. Freckles dot his cheeks and nose. The nose that still has a bump from when he broke it during a fight with Riddler.

You remember how he played it off for weeks. Bruce said that didn't even cry. But when you asked if it hurt, Jason had said yes.

You wonder when the last time Jason cried was. You wonder how much pain he's suffered since.

You wonder if he knows he's got your heart in the palm of his hand.

"Hey," Jason says. His voice is soft. Shy. "I lose ya again?"

You shake your head. "No. Never."

"There somethin' on my face?"

"You're a lot to look at," you say. "Pretty, pretty boy."

That gets an undeniable reaction. Jason Todd has never been able to take a compliment. You've been exploiting that all day.

Perhaps you know him better than you thought.

He exhales sharply, like you've sucker-punched him. His eyes dart to you. Waiting.

"Your eyes are green," you say. "Like, mixed. Blue and green."

Jason nods. "I—yeah. The Pit. Changed 'em. Changed me."

You lean in. His gaze flicks to your mouth. You watch his Adam's apple bob in a hard swallow.

"They're still pretty," you say. "Always had pretty eyes, Jaybird."

"Heh, right. Even with this shit?" He points to the scar that crosses over his right eye, stopping at his lip.

You let go of his wrists—not that you were holding them that tightly anyway. If this were a real fight, you would've lost ten times over already. Considering how much of you is touching Jason, you happen to be winning hard.

You trace the puckered white flesh with your thumb. Jason flinches but doesn't pull away.

"Your face could never turn me away," you say. "Never."

He closes his eyes and shudders. "Y'too nice to me. Always so nice t'me. Even when we were fighting. Why're ya so good?"

Your lips are a hair from his now. "I don't know how to make it more obvious, Jaybird. I'm absolutely insane about you."

Jason's eyes fly open. He sees your mouth and his breathing increases. You smile.

"Yeah, want you bad. No place I wouldn't follow you. Do anything for you."

Jason makes a strangled noise in his throat. You grin.

"C'mon, big guy. I'm right here. Come have me, Jay. I'm yours."

Jason soars up and kisses you. Swallows you, really. His hands hold your waist for dear life. You wrap one leg around his.

You nip his lip. Jason whines softly. Delicious.

You grab his face, fingers tangling in his curls. Jason sits up, slotting you against him. One hand supports you on your back, the other on your side.

"God—" He breaks away, just barely. "You're way too good for me. Had sucha... sucha crush on ya when we were kids. Y'so sweet."

You blindly find his throat and bite, hard enough to leave a mark. Jason makes a guh sound. You lick the bite to soothe it.

"Missed you," you say into his skin. "Missed you so goddamn bad, Jason."

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah," he babbles, clinging to you as you kiss up his neck. "Yeah, missed you too."

"Not letting you go," you say, almost snarling. You're angry with want, angry at the world for keeping this from you for so many years. "It's you and me now, Jay, mkay? Gonna be mine?"

"Always been yours," he says, panting. Jason finds your lips again. The kiss is messy, uncoordinated. Full of love. "No one but you."

You haven't fallen behind. You're starting anew.

"Never been anybody but you."

#Jason todd x reader #Jason todd x you #red Hood x reader #red Hood x you #Jason todd fanfiction #red Hood fanfiction #Jason todd imagine #red Hood imagine #red Hood x yn #jason todd x y/n #batman fanfiction #dc fanfiction #inbox #blurb

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imnotasuperhero · 2 months

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To follow the compass (that beats in our chests)

Wanda Maximoff x Reader.

A/N: Hello buddies. I honestly don't know how to define this, so let's say it's just an idea I developed in different chunks of free time I had and I decided to just put it out in the open and see if it was good enough considering the astronomical hiatus I've took. This was not proofread.

Let me know your thoughts!

Sipping on the hot, bitter coffee, you relaxed on the park bench enjoying the calmness of the Saturday morning, forcing your mind to stop thinking about the stressful streak you’ve been having for the last few weeks.

And the smile on your lips grew at the realization the cutest puppy came barking and wagging its tail, sitting at your feet as if it was your own.

“Hi, buddy!” You giggled as you scratched on its fur. “Yeah, you’re a good puppy, aren’t you?”

“Sparky!” A nervous voice called and you couldn’t help the chilling wave running down your spine.

Looking up, you saw the most beautiful woman ever, walking rapidly to you, “Come here, boy,” she kept calling unsuccessfully.

“It’s okay,” you kept on your smile when she was in hearing range while you kept on petting her dog, as if trying to calm her.

“I’m so sorry, he never sprints at strangers. I don’t know what-”

“Hey,” you stood up and placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay, really.” You guided her to sit on the bench, worried about her state.

Inhaling deeply, her green eyes stared at you with some spark you couldn’t decipher. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to be,” you smiled kindly, sitting by her side. “I’m Y/N,”

“Wanda,” she nodded curtly, her attention on the dog sitting between you two, looking back with curiosity. But before you could comment on some random thing to say, her grunt called your attention.

“Are you okay?” Your attention focused on the woman beside you.

“I'm fine… it's just a small kick,” she rubbed her protruding belly.

“Oh,” you realized just now she was pregnant. “How far are you?”

“It's pretty early. About to enter the sixth month,” she smiled softly and you could feel her beautiful smile being tattooed on your soul.

“Do you have a name, yet?” You asked curiously.

“I just found out it's a boy on Wednesday, so I still have to decide on a few,”

“There you two are!” a familiar voice made your words die on your lips.

“Pietro?” You stood up with your smile growing its size.

“Hey, Y/N!” The blonde man smiled equally excited as he hugged you tightly.

“Now I know why he seemed so familiar,” you looked at the dog at Pietro’s feet requesting to be petted.

“Now I know why he ran to you out of nowhere,” Wanda chimed in, taking one of the two cups Pietro had. “Thank you,”

Winking at the brunette, Pietro turned his attention to you. “Glad to see you’re feeling better,” his smile never left his face. “I miss you at work,”

“Oh, I bet it’s torture,” you giggled, rolling your eyes.

“It’s true! George is just… too much.”

“Poor Pietro, he can’t manage a teenager,” you mocked him. “I’ll be back on Monday.” You assured.

“But what he can manage is finding a new place for his sister to move into.” The blonde stated with a cheeky smile.

“Wait, what?” Wanda frowned at her brother as if had grown two heads.

“Well, it’s simple math! You’re still looking for a roommate, right?” Pietro looked at you expectantly, waiting for your confirmation. “And you can’t handle living with me anymore. Ouch, by the way,” he turned to his sister. “That means you can move in with-”

“Does she even want me to move in?” Wanda interrupted her brother’s rant, and you felt the pressure as two pairs of eyes set on you.

“As long as you don’t smoke and keep at least the common areas tidy-”

“YES! She accepts the deal.” Pietro grabbed your hand and shook it as if it was a deal.

“There’s a problem, though.” Wanda looked down to where her hand was placed on her belly bump.

“I’m not new to babies. It’s okay by me,” you shrugged and couldn’t help the heat on your face as those green eyes shone with something warm.

That’s how the very next night, you’ve found yourself sliding in bed after a well deserved hot shower, for all the hard work you’ve done helping Wanda move into the empty spare room in your apartment.

But just as you were about to drift into sleep, a chocked scream washed away every bit of sleep you’ve collected through the day.

“Wands?” You entered her dark room, setting your eyes on the sitting form on the bed. Her soft features illuminated by the moonlight.

“I’m sorry I woke you,” she sighed.

“No need to,” you sat beside her on the bed. “Can I help you with something?”

At the tension levitating in the air, you insisted.

“I know I’m a grown up mother-to-be. But can you stay?”

Getting under the covers, you opened your arms waiting.

“What happens in this room stays in this room,” the brunette joked as she settled half on top of you, and you couldn’t help the soft smile as you felt the extra weight on your side.

“Deal,” you refrained from kissing her head, wrapping your arm around her shoulders instead, allowing sleep to take over you once and for all.

Days and weeks passed, you’ve found yourself enjoying Wanda’s presence around you when neither of you were at work. Even more so when she took over dinner claiming she needed to destress from whatever case she had that day.

But for the last 4 days, Wanda had been assigned the night shift as she had to cover for a colleague and you sank deeper on the couch at the realization that hit you like a train.

So after a few minutes of wallowing in the newfound feeling, you stood up and walked to the kitchen, checking on the food cooking on the stove.

Inhaling the warm smell you felt your chest inflate with joy. “Yummy,” you smiled as you grabbed the wooden spoon and stirred before tasting the stew. “Double yum.”

Moving to the cupboard you took a plate and stared at it for a second too long, deciding to grab two small containers instead.

As the floor-to-ceiling doors closed behind you, you granted yourself a few seconds to calm down, unbelieving the impulse that brought you here.

“Hi,” you greeted the first nurse you’ve found after the receptionist indicated where the pediatric floor was.

“Hello darling,” the nice old lady smiled at you. “How may I help you?”

“I’m looking for Dr. Maximoff, please.”

After checking on the screen, the big brown eyes looked back at you with a compassionate look. “She’s in surgery right now, but should be done in any minute.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll wait for her,” you faked your best smile, not being a fan of hospitals.

But before you could end up walking away from the stress the place provided you, a tap on your shoulder called your attention.

“Hi,” you smiled brightly as you took off your earphones.

“Hello yourself,” the brunette matched your smile. “What are you doing here?”

“I brought us dinner.”

“Oh, my. You’re the best,” Wanda’s arms wrapped around you and you felt the familiar warmth you’ve got used to. “I definitely need something after that O.R.”

“Was it an emergency?” You asked, following her to what you assumed was the common room.

“Sadly, yes.” Wanda took two water bottles before sitting down at the table. “Remember the girl I told you about yesterday?”

“The one with heart failure?” You took the containers and opened them, filling the room with the warm tasty smell.

“Oh, lord. Looks so good,” Wanda took a bite and smiled. “It is good,” she nodded to herself and you couldn’t help the giggles. “But yes, that one. Turns out she had a clog on her aorta so we had to operate.”

“Poor thing,” you pouted, it was sad to hear some of Wanda’s patients’ medical records. “So now her heart surgery has to wait.”

“At least another day, yes.” She took a mouthful. “What brought you here? And with food?”

“The apartment felt empty and I was bored,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“You sure it's not the fact you miss me?” Wanda raised her eyebrow.

“Ehh, that’s just details.” You waved it off.

“And here I thought I was special,” the brunette pouted, making you purse your lips to avoid you from smiling.

The next few minutes were spent in a comfortable silence, which wasn’t strange to you both since you easily found quite the comfort in the other’s company. But that bubble popped when Wanda’s pager rang with a nine-eleven call.

“I’m so sorry, Detka.”

“No, don’t worry, duty calls.” You eased her as you took her hands from the picked up forks. “I’ve got it. You go save lives and I’ll see you at home,”

“I’ll make it up to you,” she pecked your lips and stormed off the room, leaving you frozen.

Caressing your lips, you tried to process the day’s unfolding. Where did that come from? Was it just a reflex or was it something she’s wanted to do willingly?

All these questions ran through your mind, slowly indulging the feeling that was hidden in a box, burning madly like a flame that could consume the restraints in any minute. And to be honest, it didn’t scare you, because if anything, all the pent up tension meant there was more in store for you and Wanda than just be friends.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #my writing #probs a series or somth #vee writes

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yamujiburo · 1 year

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I'm so thankful for you sharing the importance of protecting minors from sexual content. My parents and I didn't have much knowledge back then and I was exposed to this kind of stuff too early. I developed bad habits. I somehow deceived my family into trusting me way too much and, when I saw I had lost control and I asked for help, I saw my family was also hurt and they spent a lot on therapy and my anxiety medication. I have forgiven them for not knowing back them. But I still haven't forgiven myself for getting them through all that stuff. It's important to understand how much we need to protect minors from sexual content. Family members and artists, please pay attention to the content young audience is exposed to.

Of course! I can relate a lot to this. My parents were really good at monitoring what I was doing online for a while but they started trusting me more and I unfortunately started seeing a lot of stuff I shouldn't have but would keep it secret. Gonna talk about my experience a lil bit under the cut just bc I've been reflecting on it a lot recently (tw for grooming)

I gained a following of around 25K on deviantart by the time I was around 15/16. It was in the worst fandom too (mlp). I'd have a lot of much older men talking to me, drawing/writing nsfw of my characters who were underaged (they'd draw nsfw of myself and my sonas as well). It was so normalized for me and I didn't see anything wrong with it at the time.

I'd shipped Spike and Rarity at the time (very much do not anymore) and adult men would use that ship as a basis for trying to talk to me or get in a relationship. "We're just like Sparity! You're young but you're very mature for your age, so it's fine." I remember one guy trying REALLY hard to try and get me to move in with him. I was pretty creeped out then, but like holy shit that's SUPER creepy and I'm fortunate that he didn't keep trying after I gave him a hard "no".

It bled into my real life a bit when I met a 22 y/o man who asked me out when I was just 16 just turning 17. Luckily the relationship was NOT long lasting (I think he realized that I'm a very boring person LMAO) but I think about how I thought that that was a perfectly normal. I'd date go on to date people who were probably too old for me.

Also around when I was 16/17, people started shipping me with another artist in the fandom who was several years older than I was (side note: nothing wrong with an age gap! but it's very not okay when there's "waiting" for someone to be of legal age involved). I did end up dating said artist after I turned 18 and it was fine, I wasn't hurt or anything but I did find weird that we were shipped when I was still a teenager looking back (there was also nsfw drawn of us together before/when we were dating)

I just had such a warped sense of reality for a long because of this shit. I'm glad there's more conversations about this stuff and it's more known that adults should have little to no personal interaction with kids on the internet and vice versa. There's way too many stories of kids getting taken advantage of in fandom spaces. I think I got off fairly lucky all things considered. But bottom line YES kids need to be protected online and their exposure to sexual content/adult spaces should be limited or monitored. It's also really tough though because not all kids have adults in their real life that they can trust or go to to ask questions about sex so they seek solace in adults online and it's just a constant cycle.

I'm honestly unsure of what to do about that and I don't have all the answers but I ultimately just don't want kids online to end up in similar positions I was in when I was younger. I just do my best

#tw grooming #long post

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skylersprompts · 11 months

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DC x DP Prompt *12*

Phantom knew that all of this would end badly, really. But as soon as he heard that Skulker was trying to get the pelt of the Superman he knew that he didn't really have a choice.

So he flew to Metropolis to rescue the struggling hero. When he reached them, it was worse than he thought.

Skulker was wrecking havoc without regards for the civilians, while he tried to catch Superman. The hero on the other hand was at least still standing and evading the ghost. But he also couldn't land a single hit. If Danny would let them be, this fight would go on forever or till Superman tired out.

So while Skulker shot another Missile at the Kryptonian, Danny flew invisible behind him and shot an ectoblast in his back. After a short fight with a lot of banter, Skulker found himself in the thermos and Danny and Superman landed on a rooftop.

"Thank you for your assistance! I don't think I recognize you, but I'm glad that you came to my aid against this unknown enemy", the Man of Steel smiled at him and really, Danny should have just nodded, gone invisible and fly of. But... Superman was a real life alien! A founder of the Justice League! Someone who had been to space missions! So yeah, he was a little starstruck.

"No problem, really! It was somewhat my fault... We just talked while fighting and somehow you came up and he just flew straight here, because he wanted to add your pelt to his collection. Normally he only really hunts me...", and his brain to mouth filter didn't work again, great Fenton.

Superman looked concerned for a moment, before he hid it behind an awkward smile. "I suppose he is one of your rouges then? I'm glad to see that someone with your abilities uses them to protect humanity like he should."

And that was enough to shift his expression of Superman. Just because he had these powers, didn't obligated him to protect anyone, except his own hunt and subjects! And Skulker was more of a friend nowadays, he just had become to excited because of a super rare alien and his obsession had kicked in in full force, because they hadn't really found a healthy outlet yet. Just hunting Danny every few weeks when the young adult had time between college classes wasn't really enough.

"You should consider joining us and show us how to defend ourself against a rouge like this", the superhero said, without realizing the shift in Danny's demeanour.

"He isn't really a rouge anymore... It's just a bit of a work in progress still. I also wouldn't really qualify as a member for you little team, since in terms of my species I'm still a literal baby. And I don't think that all of you will still be around when I'm considered an adult or even a teenager. So the answer is No, I won't be a child soldier for the League, nor will I tell you how to hurt my friends", Danny huffed with crossed arms, just to turn invisible then and fly off, not caring for the fact that the other hero seemed to be blue screening.

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babyangelsky · 2 months

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My Favorite Expressions in Love Sea Ep. 8

That's it. That's my (late) intro this week.

But in all seriousness, although I was somewhat prepared because of the additional previews that dropped for this episode, I don't think it's really possible to be fully prepared for how something might hit you until you actually see it. And parts of it didn't hit great, lads.

Just know that I'm using the term 'favorite' from a mostly acting perspective for this week and probably next week too.

For my own sanity I'm starting off with Mahasamut's fond husband smile. Mostly because I can and I want to but also because we got see a lot of it this episode. The sweetness that I noted last week is still very present.

I was also very glad to see that Mahasamut has forged a very affectionate bond with Meena.

Mira, Viviana, you've got no business looking disappointed that your plans aren't working out the way you want them to and lamenting about it in voiceover when you keep playing these games with my girly. Things will progress if you're clear!

The sweetneeeessssssss.

Vivi makes the best faces when she's watching Tongrak and Mahasamut be sweet. She can't see the writing on her own wall but she can see it on theirs.

Viviana! It's not a competition! It's not a race! Where's P'Kit someone go get him and make him have a come to jesus with Vivi. She's even got Tongrak telling her that fiction ain't reality and that she needs to use her words.

Tongrak, you are gone for this man.

"Nonsense!" he says. Denial ain't just a river in Egypt anymore, is it, Harry? I do love the sibling energy these two have. They're the Spider-Man meme except they're both clowns calling each other out for not expressing their feelings.

It's Mahasamut sleeping peacefully like the angel he is while Tongrak wrestles with the fact that Vivi is right for me.

I expected a lot more smugness and vitriol from Prin given that she's scheming to destroy Tongrak and has done it with such gusto up until now but it says a lot that even she looks disgusted with what she's doing. She won't even let Jak touch her. Turns out even a hell witch has her limits.

But this man? No such luck.

He's making this face after being asked to destroy his child. Prin offered him five million (and possibly more) to hurt Rak and he looks happy about it. Giddy even. That's sheer malice. Absolutely beyond fucked up.

When your adorable teenage niece roasts you for not having any friends and coming to her for advice.

If "Bet." was a facial expression.

Who's the cat and who's the canary now, Khun Tongrak?

Mahasamut's got cartoon hearts floating around his head and baby girl is so done with him.

*holds on to this moment for a second longer*

I throw roses at Peat's feet every week for how fantastic his face acting is but don't think for a moment that Fort doesn't deserve them too because he absolutely does.

Mut's face was all warmth and smiles when he was alone with Meena, then it became more guarded and cautious when they were approached, then we landed at this when Meena confirmed that the trash in front of them was her grandfather.

Fort's face is naturally very sweet and soft. He's got the opposite of resting bitch face but the fact that he can affect one so well when it's so far removed from what comes naturally to him is all in the eyes.

Look at his gaze. His eyes are normally very sparkly but here they look flat and cold and you can barely see his pupils. These are the dead calculating eyes of a shark and they reveal more hatred than words ever could and that takes TALENT.

I have to give An props for that too because he's also very good at the shark eyes but he's using them in a different way than Fort is.

Look at this screenshot and tell me it doesn't feel like Jak is looking through Mahasamut instead of at him. I can't quite describe how his face emotes but doesn't show actually genuine emotion, it's very impressive and unsettling.

The only time it felt like Jak was actually feeling something was when he looked happy about fucking with Tongrak's life.

Save me, adoring smile. Adoring smile, save me.

VIVIANA! I KNOW YOU DID NOT JUST LET KAIMOOK LEAVE YOUR APARTMENT WITHOUT CHASING AFTER HER TO MAKE SURE SHE KNEW YOU KISSED HER AS YOURSELF!

LOOK AT HER FACE. QUIT FUCKING WITH MY KID AND MAKE YOUR FEELINGS CLEAR.

Microseconds were all it took to shift from the gentle loving look Mahasamut was giving a sleeping Tongrak to silent rage as he recalled the encounter with Jak. Microseconds.

Incredulous disgust. I'd lay bets that we all looked like this when we heard Jak say he wanted to fulfill his role as Tongrak's father.

PEAT HAS MADE THIS EXACT FACE AND I HATE IT. NINA MY BABY YOU'RE SO TALENTED AND IN THIS MOMENT I HATE IT. THEIR EYES ARE EVEN A SIMILAR COLOR AND CATCH THE LIGHT THE SAME WAY.

IhateitIhateitIhateitIhateitIhateit my tiny baby princess this is the look of someone so much older than you IhateitIhateitIhateitIhateitIhateitIhateit

Gone. Besotted. Utterly enamored.

How could anyone look like this

when their child is looking at them like this?

I hate how much Jak is enjoying this and there is absolutely no doubt that he is, it's vile.

It took me a very long time to get Chris Chiu's scream out of my head when I watched Unknown and it's going to take even longer for me to be able to look at An Oliver Poupart without feeling my skin crawl.

To end this on a high note, I'm going to point out that Mahasamut's shirt isn't just a solid color.

It's TEXTURED.

The straits may be dire but if nothing else, at least it looks like I'm clowning in the right direction. Let me know if you wanna be tagged in these weekly writeups!

#rakmut #vimook #love sea #love sea the series #meta

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gatitties · 8 months

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HELLO

Can I request an Oneshot of One Piece with a marine teen reader (14 y.o) who is the daughter of Red Hair Shanks after a one-night stand? She was taken in by Garp when she was 11 when her mom didn't wanna take care of her anymore cuz the mom was absent the rest of the reader's life and Garp was the grumpy granddad and trained her into a marine..like 6 feet 4 muscular girl (and everyone is questioning what the hell did Garp feed her with. Then Shanks comes to visit his bio daughter at the hospital after the reader saved Ace from being killed by Akaniu (that one scene where Ace saved Luffy when he leaped in the way to shield his brother from Akainu as the admiral struck cuz she felt bad and went against rules) by pushing both of them away and burning her a bit and now she has huge burn scar in her left side of the body and half her hair is gone and has to add margarine to heal her scar just for a bit and then Garp ordered her that she should not get up the bed until she is fully recovered. Shanks being the dad he is tries to have a convo and help her stand up when the doctors order her to do some exercise to get her body moving again for example:

-move your fingers a bit

-try to stand up

-when you suicide try to take a few steps

-and more margarine when you go to sleep

-do not sleep on your left side cuz will cause your skin a damage

The reader is confused after receiving affection from her own dad, cuz she doesn't know how to receive it back and is very insecure about it Shanks on the other hand doesn't bother at all and comfronts her.

(Also Ace and Luffy come to visit her more often and thank her for saving them and having a small sibling relationship alongside Sabo and Uta)

and the reader is trying her hardest not to cry and Garp is jealous

(sorry if this is long I'm just trying to make it understandable..have a nice day/night!!)

─ Shanks x daughter!reader (Platonic)

─ Summary: Your bravery helps you save a person unfairly judged, this whole incident generates a drastic change in your pace of life where it seems that your father is ready to show himself.

─ Warnings: None

You stretched your sore body, letting out a soft moan due to your recent injury, weeks had passed and you still had a hard time moving, but looking back, the pain wasn't that much in comparison to your actions, not being ashamed of your actions against everythingn that you had learned at the marine academy, you were lucky that they considered your actions something of age, since you were young, they let it go with a couple of punishments, they lowered your rank and prohibited you from being on duty for the two following years, but you didn't care much.

Garp was not so happy with that decision, but he couldn't scold you when you had saved his grandson from certain death, he was glad to have welcomed you that day, he couldn't feel anything but proud to see that despite having been strictly instructed to follow established order and law, you had your own thoughts and values.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

If it weren't for the fact that you were hurt badly, Garp probably would have hit you for finding you pacing around the room, you grimaced as you tried to smile, a little afraid of his overwhelming concern.

"The doctors told me that I couldn't stop walking, even if it was difficult, I can't stop moving while I recover, it's not like I was running a marathon tho."

He mumbled a few curses, making you return to the bed, now beginning your arm stretches, which were more painful due to the burn being on the upper part of your body.

"Why are you here? I thought you would come to visit tomorrow."

"Yes, but I have decided to go ahead to give you a surprise" all your attention went to the word 'surprise' with enthusiasm, being the teenager that you were, of course you were more than captivated by whatever the old man had for you "Ta-dah!"

He took a pair of wigs out of a bag, your expression fell slightly since you expected something else, but that didn't take away your enthusiasm, the attack that Akainu made on Ace in that battle left more wounds than you thought, and the fire spread faster than you thought, you lost some hair and sometimes you felt helpless without hair covering some parts of your face.

"Thank you… you didn't have to do it, and I could have waited until tomorrow anyway, why the rush?"

Now it was Garp's turn to sweat as he looked at you, he didn't want to admit it, but since Shanks saved you in battle and visited you more constantly, he felt a little jealous, although your father was unaware of your existence until relatively recently, proposing to take care of you and be present in your life from now on, it was Garp who raised and guided you all these years, plus he preferred not to meet Shanks at this time.

You were just confused, you always thought that your father had simply abandoned you, that he didn't want to know anything about your existence like your mother, and suddenly he is by your side showering you with affection and gifts. You took cautious steps with all that sudden affection, Garp wasn't a bad tutor, but his way of showing love was sometimes… brutal, your father's soft hugs were definitely something better than grandfather's crushing ones.

"Hey hey, grandpa is here too, Hello, Hello! We brought a lot of food to help you recover faster."

"Idiot, people don't have the same metabolism as you, besides…" Ace, who was entering through the door with Luffy, took the banana that was for you out of his hand, he was trying to devour it "What's the point of bringing food for someone if you are going to eat it?!"

"What are you two doing here? You are in one of the marine hospitals."

"We are not just two, look good old man!"

Sabo smiled at his grandfather, who remained silent for a few minutes, before bursting out with a furious scream, even though Garp was not going to tell on them, he couldn't help but give them one of his love fists, it had been a long time since he had seen the three gathered in the same place. You laughed at the scene, you never saw Ace, Luffy or Sabo, you only knew anecdotes that Garp shared with you, but you definitely didn't regret having saved Ace, being judged for being the son of the pirate king was absurd, it's not like he had chosen it, you felt even better when you found out that you were the daughter of the infamous yonko Shanks, since you would have probably been put on the gallows if you weren't part of the marines for the same reason as Ace.

The silent room soon filled with life once the trio entered, breaking into the peaceful time Garp wanted to spend with you, as if the commotion of his three grandchildren crammed into your bed while ranting about their adventures wasn't enough, the door opened suddenly, revealing the person who was missing to spill the old man's glass of patience.

"Looks like I'm a little late, sorry, I had to knock out some marines to get in."

The first thing he did was push the three idiots away from your bed, then he left the bouquet of flowers that he brought to decorate your sad room and finally he kissed your forehead as a greeting, not used to this gesture you simply looked down, squeezing your blanket that covered your legs.

"How are you feeling? Are you taking your medication? Have you put the cream on the burn? Have you done your daily stretches?"

You felt even more dizzy when he bombarded you with questions than when you were talking to the other three idiots even though they were much louder, you nodded silently, smiling slightly at him, he returned the gesture with a wider smile, although it was quickly wiped away when Luffy attacked him, climbing onto his back like a monkey while laughing almost causing them both to fall to the ground.

As much as you wanted to join their little fight, which Ace and Sabo joined in on, with your current state you would have to hold back just watching while Garp tried to silence them or he would have to kick them all out of here, if it could happen he would grow more gray hairs.

You felt warm watching everyone interact, in the short time you had spent with them, you managed to create a great bond, even with Uta, who couldn't be present most of the time but who you also considered part of the family.

Things calmed down a couple of hours later, leaving only the two adults and you in a pleasant silence after all the commotion those three had caused, it was time to leave, but before, Shanks approached you, holding your hand, making small circles with his thumb on your skin.

"I know this is a bit sudden and that maybe you don't trust me… but would you like to travel with me, discovering new horizons?"

Your eyes shone with excitement when you heard him, your heart warmed, you didn't dislike the job as a marine, but an opportunity like this… it would make you feel much freer than in headquarters, it would make you feel like you didn't need to worry about so many things at such a young age.

"Don't put stupid ideas in your daughter's head! She's a good marine and she's just a teenager, she'll go far when she's a woman!"

"Woah, calm down old man, she can choose for herself, besides, I'm not asking her to be a pirate, I have to start taking care of my responsibilities as a father and I won't be able to do it if she stays here."

"You know very well that she will sentence her destiny once they see her traveling with you, her entire future as a marine…"

Garp fumed from his ears, feeling how all the work and effort he had put into educating you and guiding you on the right path was crumbling before his eyes. Shanks only stuck out his tongue in a mocking manner, making a mark of irritation appear on Garp's forehead.

"Like I said, she chooses."

The two looked at you with different emotions reflected in their eyes, although they could already imagine what you were going to respond after seeing your look of determination and enthusiasm worthy of a child receiving Christmas gifts, without being able to hold back, you sealed a large part of your future with your decision, but you didn't care much if you were a pirate or a marine as long as you kept your beloved and unexpected family.

#op #one piece #one piece x reader #request #reader insert #platonic reader #daughter reader #marine reader #teen reader #one piece x platonic reader #shanks x platonic reader #sfw #fem reader #one piece x marine reader #one piece x teen reader

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◈ Pairing: Zhongli x fem!Reader ◈ Summary: You return to Liyue after spending years abroad in Sumeru. Unfortunately, Zhongli has not changed one bit and you find yourself trapped in the friendzone. ◈ Contains: Modern AU, age gap, previously teacher-student, neighbors, teenage crushes, light angst, minor character death, problematic tropes, friendzone

Friend

Zhongli sighed softly, cushioning your bruised ego as he rejects you yet again in the most gentle of ways.

This man had been many things to you over the years, but there was one person he refused to be, your lover. It was as if he had made a silent contract with some higher power to never cross that invisible line.

The first time you aired your feelings to him, you weren’t even sure if it was even love. It was at most a silly crush then, nothing like the unmovable rock that had taken up permanent residence in your heart. When your fates first intertwined, he was just your history teacher. Prim and proper, handsome, although a tad long-winded whenever he opened his mouth, you were instantly infatuated as many of your classmates were. Perhaps if fate hadn't decided to meddle further, this shallow crush of yours would've came and went as nothing more than a temporary fixation.

"Zhongli... I was just kidding. I'm not a teenager anymore." You tried to laugh it off, but your hands trembled under the table. "How many years has it been?"

"Far too many." Zhongli chuckled. "I've missed you much, friend." He says that word with so much sincerity, your heart breaks a little.

You never bothered to explain why you had been single for the past few years and he never asked. Hutao would occasionally narrow her eyes at you when you brought up a certain "friend" in conversation, but even she didn't link this mysterious individual you refused to name to the the man that used to be your history teacher. The three of you had really gone a long way. Hutao went off to take over her grandfather's funeral parlor. You received an acceptance letter from the Sumeru Akademiya and went abroad. Before you know it, half a decade had flown by. Zhongli became the receiver of your ever frequent messages and calls. Somehow you had grown even closer to him while you were thousands of miles away. His replies were often longer than warranted and always thoughtful like he was. You could almost hear his voice when you read them. While most of his students were glad they no longer needed to sit through his lectures, you had undoubtedly come to miss them.

At that time, your colleagues were pairing up left and right, so predictably, you felt left out. You were hopeful then that you'd find your special someone and hit it off too. Contrary to your optimism, the more you dated around in Sumeru, the more exhausted you became. There was an itch in your heart and nobody you met could scratch it. While venting to Hutao about yet another failed date, realization finally hit you. You had been looking for traces of Zhongli in those dates. In between the endless text messages, occasional calls and hushed goodnights, you've never actually felt the sting of loneliness. Of course your dating endeavors were a complete failure.

You never fell out of whatever infatuation you had for him. If anything, your feelings had only grown stronger and more grounded. The dates stopped and your romantic life came to a full halt.

"You're going to end up alone. Just you wait." Hutao giggled.

"I'm alright with that." You calmly replied. "I have friends."

Till this day, you still remember the way her brow went up.

What you didn't disclose was that all the way in Liyue, Zhongli was completely unaware that he was the reason why. That was fine. If anything, the man had always been alone for most of the time you had known him. You could always keep him company as a friend and truthfully, the label over your relationship mattered less than he did. Labels had never really amounted to much in your book with the amount of times people around you have fallen short of them.

You remembered how you used to deliberately drop the 'Mister' in front of his name every time you greeted him. He eventually gave up correcting you and allowed you to address him directly whenever he ran into you outside your home. Zhongli had coincidentally moved into the apartment a few doors down. Your mother was ecstatic when she found out the handsome man she met while grabbing mail that morning was your history teacher, determined to wrangle him in for extra tutoring sessions even though you assured her that your grades were nowhere near failing. You had an image to keep up in front of your crush, even if sacrificing it would give you an excuse to stare at Zhongli's handsome face for a few extra hours every week. Although your mother's tutoring plans never came to fruition, Zhongli's phone number was now sitting in your contacts thanks to her persistence.

All your friends knew about your crush on your history teacher. There was no need to hide it because nobody took it seriously except you. Hutao was especially vocal about it, calling Zhongli dusty and old-fashioned. You liked that about him though. He exuded a sense of calm with the way he spoke and carried himself that you naturally gravitated towards. Even your mother found him trustworthy enough to entrust your safety to him in case your estranged father showed up at the door one day.

You still remembered the calming warmth and scent of the tea he placed in your shaking hands when he sat you down at his table.

"Everything will be alright." He took a seat across from you, expression grave.

You could tell that he didn't know what to say to comfort you, so you forgave him for telling that one lie. The sirens blaring loudly outside the door were muffled as he pressed his palms against your ears. Nothing was alright that day, but at least you were safe. At least you weren't alone.

"Thank you, Zhongli." You spoke up the next morning over breakfast.

"There's no need to thank me. I simply did what any neighbor would've done in that situation."

Your eyes met his. One glance told him that you disagreed, but you didn't say anything to refute what he said.

There were plenty of neighbors present, some of which were standing right there in front of your door watching when it all happened. If it weren't for Zhongli, you would've still been in there, bleeding next to your unconscious mother by the time the cops arrived.

"I am also your teacher, your elder, even if you refuse to address me so." He added softly.

"So every neighbor, every teacher, every elder would've done what you did?" You asked bluntly. In an ideal world maybe, but you knew better.

Zhongli drew in a hesitant breath, falling silent at your question. Perhaps he should not be speaking for anyone but himself, especially when the person the cops dragged off in handcuffs was your own father.

"You may consider me a friend then." He finally said after what felt like an eternity.

You eventually moved into a short term foster home after your mother's funeral. Luckily, you were allowed to continue attending the school you were at due to the end of the year being only two months away. He could've asked you to delete his phone number from your contacts then, but he didn't. How could he offer you friendship and then confiscate it less than two months later? Since he couldn't bear to sever that string of fate that anchored you to him when he had the chance, Zhongli could only watch as you tightened it. Now that you had returned to Liyue, it was clear to him how much things had changed. Zhongli was more or less the same, but your outer appearance had changed quite drastically. Despite the differences, both of you could feel the connection you shared. Unlike when you left, you had returned to him as a close friend.

Everybody you were acquainted with eventually came to know about Zhongli, but some knew a bit more than others, Hutao for example. At first, she was skeptical about how closely you had gotten entangled with him over the years. He was almost a whole decade older than you and was even your teacher at one point in your life.

"He's just a close friend." You reassured her. "It's not what you think it is."

Nobody could give their unsolicited disapproval if the two people involved refused to define the relationship.

You even handed her your phone to go through your text messages, swearing you haven't deleted a single one. Sure enough, your conversations with Zhongli were about the most sterile exchanges imaginable, save for the frequency.

"You text him more than you text me." Was all she could say when she handed you back your phone.

A friend, that's what you labeled him as whenever you mentioned him, no matter if it was to your closest friend or a stranger. Zhongli also abided by this unspoken rule, albeit rather heavy-handedly. Whether it's to remind you or himself that there was a line he couldn't cross, only he would know. Zhongli might care deeply for you, appear at your doorstep at the slightest hint of distress in your voice, take care of you when you're too sick to get out of bed and bring you dinner at work when you have to do overtime, but he couldn't be your lover. It wasn't like you never tried to change his mind. You've hinted it a few times, even borrowed the disguise of alcohol to say it straight to his face. There's only so many times a person can take rejection before they simply stop asking.

"I'm much too old for you."

"Perhaps I remind you of simpler times. Nostalgia may be the culprit. Nevertheless, I'm flattered that you've attached such fond sentiments to me."

"You've had a cup too many, dear."

"You've simply gotten used to my presence. When things finally settle into their places, you will see that it is not as you assumed."

"You will always be precious to me. Please do not joke about this matter."

He always phrased it in the most considerate ways, but the reply was always the same. Why push the same button over and over? You were no longer an impulsive teenager. It did you no good to continue prying an affirmation out of him, especially when all his actions contradicted his words. Even Hutao began rolling her eyes whenever she sees the two of you together, with the way Zhongli acted around you. If it was cold, his coat was predictably draped over your shoulders. If it was too warm, she would catch him gathering your hair into a ponytail and tying it with the dexterity of someone who had done it a thousand times. When you ate out as a group, Zhongli would always be glued to your side like an overprotective husband, pulling out your chair for you and cutting your food. You allowed him to, silently indulging in his antics just as he allowed you to get away with many of your more questionable gestures. However if anyone so much as makes a joke about how couple-like the two of you acted, both you and Zhongli would immediately refute it without any hesitation.

If he called this friendship, then perhaps there's no distinction needed. It wasn't like there was anyone else he was treating the way he treated you. He could keep his excuses and you could continue denying your feelings. Maybe one day, this rock would crack and start blooming, but until then, you were satisfied with this so-called friendship. After all, it wasn't like any sane person could approach you with him there. If you were interested in Zhongli and learned that he had a friend that he looked after like a dragon guarding its precious gem, you'd see yourself out.

Even a blind person could see that Zhongli was in love with you. What mattered that he insisted on calling you a friend?

AN: I was going through Zhongli's voicelines and realized how many times he deliberately calls you "friend"

DAMN YOU HOYO. WHY YOU GOTTA HURT ME LIKE THIS?

#zhongli x reader #zhongli fanfic

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🐝 * ― 𝑰𝑻'𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑨 𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑺𝑬, 𝑴𝑶𝑴. ( a random assortment of various lyrics from emo songs. feel free to change pronouns if needed. )

❛ i know you well enough to know you never loved me. ❜ ❛ i am finished with you. ❜ ❛ you were the last good thing about this part of town. ❜ ❛ so don't go worrying about me, it's not like i think about you constantly. ❜ ❛ do you feel like a man when you push her around? do you feel better now as she falls to the ground? ❜ ❛ take back everything you ever said, you never meant a word for it. ❜ ❛ i'm glad i didn't die before i met you. ❜ ❛ say anything, but say what you mean. ❜ ❛ what the hell is wrong with me? my friends say i should act my age. ❜ ❛ it's no surprise to me, i am my own worst enemy. ❜ ❛ i'm sick of the things i do when i'm nervous, like cleaning the oven or checking my tires or counting the number of tiles on the ceiling. ❜ ❛ well, you treat me just like another stranger. ❜ ❛ but i don't wanna feel a thing anymore. ❜ ❛ doesn't it feel like your time is running out? ❜ ❛ i don't blame you for being you but you can't blame me for hating it. ❜ ❛ and up until now, i have sworn to myself that i'm content with loneliness. ❜ ❛ i'll keep you my dirty little secret. don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret. ❜ ❛ and all the times you promised me that everything would work out in the end, you were gravely mistaken. ❜ ❛ thanks for the memories even though they weren't so great. ❜ ❛ i never thought we'd make it out alive. ❜ ❛ i know somewhere, somehow we'll be together. ❜ ❛ honestly? honestly, i can't remember all my teenage feelings. and the meanings. ❜ ❛ the more i try, the more i lose. ❜ ❛ why can't i feel anything from anyone other than you? ❜ ❛ second chances they don't ever matter, people never change. ❜ ❛ and the hardest part is letting go of the nights we shared. ❜ ❛ you contradict the fact that you still want me around. ❜ ❛ don't ever look back. they'll tear us apart if you give them the chance. ❜ ❛ you don't know what it's like to be like me. ❜ ❛ i kept my word when i swore that i would let you down. ❜ ❛ so let's just pretend everything and anything between you and me was never meant. ❜ ❛ and i fell for the promise of a life with purpose. but i know that's impossible now. ❜ ❛ glad the future didn't fail you like it failed me. ❜ ❛ but i wish that i'd never met a lot of the people that i've met. not because i don't like them but because i only let them down. ❜ ❛ don't waste your time on me, you're already the voice inside my head. ❜ ❛ can we pretend to leave and then we'll meet again. ❜ ❛ let's just forget everything we said and everything we did. ❜ ❛ i don't want to waste my time, become another casualty of society. ❜ ❛ so i told her i loved her, and she told me she loved me. and i mostly believed her and she mostly believed me. ❜ ❛ the truth is you could slit my throat, and with my one last gasping breath i'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt. ❜

#rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #roleplay meme #sentence starters #lyric starters #lyric sentence starters #rph #type: meme

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You’re being bailed out by Sam - EXPLICIT

Summary: during a trip to Kansas to meet Sam's family for the first time. Sam really wanted to show you how he lived growing up, and his favourite places to go. Including, the abandoned warehouse... it wasn't long before the cops showed up.

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+!!!!, slight choking, oral, unprotected sex. Mentions of cannabis, arrest/jail.

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Sam pulled up outside his good friend, Alex's house. It had been a while since he'd been back in his hometown, and was more than excited to introduce you to all of his friends and family. "Don't worry, you can wait here. Alex will be at the dinner later." Sam said as he unbuckled his seatbelt, "he sorted us and eighth so I'm just grabbing it now." He said as you looked at him confused.

"Oh shit yeah, weed's illegal here isn't it?" You chuckled, forgetting that in some states smoking green is a crime.

Sam bit his lip and nodded his head, "uh huh, we're not in Vegas anymore baby." You laughed at his exaggerated Kansas accent and the irony of him saying that considering you were in Kansas, as Sam climbed out the car and headed for Alex's front door. You watched as the door opened instantly and Alex appeared, hugging Sam tightly. You couldn't make out what they were saying as they were just a couple of feet too far away. Suddenly Sam turned pointing at the car as Alex's smile beamed wider and he shouted.

"Hey y/n!" He waved his arm high.

"What's up!" You smiled back waving. You watched as Alex and Sam talked for another minute or so, probably discussing the dinner party Sam's family had planned for that evening. You seen as Alex handed Sam a baggy filled with the good stuff and Sam placed it straight in his back pocket. Sam connected their hands once more before saying his goodbyes and heading back to the car. As he climbed in, his warm smile filled your heart with so much love. "All good?" You said softly.

"All great." Sam smiled back as he put his seatbelt back on. "Alex can't wait for later, it's been so long man, be good to have a drink with him again." Sam said as he leaned forward pulling the baggy out of his back pocket. He opened it up with a smile on his face as he gave it a good sniff. "Ooo that's the shit," he smiled as he handed it to you.

As you put your nose to it the potent smell hit your brain intensely, "oh shit!" You laughed.

Sam nodded laughing as you wiped your nose as the scent lingered, "we don't smoke shit in Kansas baby!" He laughed, "nothing beats the Kansas haze." Sam smirked as you as he began driving to his family home. "Could you put that in your purse?" He asked, focusing on the road.

You nodded and put the eighth into your purse as the nerves of meeting his family quickly began to fill your body.

Sam noticed you starting to play with the skin around your nails as he glanced up at your worried look, "baby, they will love you! Stop worrying!" He said as he chuckled with excitement.

"I hope so" you say as you look out the window, driving through Kansas.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>

As you pulled up to the suburban family home, your eyes fell wide as your mind instantly imagined a little Sam running around this front lawn. Then a teenage Sam filming vines with Colby, and you couldn't help but let out little giggle.

Sam looked over at you as you both unclipped yourselves, "what are you giggling at?" Sam said with a smirk on his face.

You turned to him smiling, and lifted one hand up to cup his cheek, "nothing... I'm just so glad that you want me here."

Sam smiled before leaning in to give you a soft and gentle kiss. He pulled away, his smile still spread from cheek to cheek, "there is no one I'd want to be apart of my family, than you."

You leaned forward and kissed him once more, "come on." He said as you both climbed out of the car. Sam headed to the trunk to grab your bags as you took at deep breath, looking up the hanging baskets that swung near the door on the porch. Suddenly, the front door opened to reveal, Kirk and Cindy, Sam's mom and dad.

"Sam!" Cindy shouted as Sam shut the boot closed.

"Hey!" He said back as he grabbed both of your suitcases. As Sam began to walk towards his parents, his mom suddenly noticed you, stood nervously waiting on the other side of the car.

You jumped as she suddenly let out a slight high pitched screech, "oh my god, y/n! I didn't see you there!" She quickly hurried past Sam as he looked at her, his arms ready for a hug, shocked. You giggled as you moved around the car to meet her halfway.

"Hi!" You said sweetly as she embraced you in the tightest hug.

She squeezed hard as you looked over your shoulder to see Sam hugging his dad. "It's so good to finally meet you!" She said with excitement.

"I know! I'm so glad to be here!" You laughed as she continued to rock you both back and forth still not letting go. You looked up again to see both Sam and Kirk watching the two of you, both of them with smiles for ear to ear.

"Jesus Cindy, let the girl breathe!" Kirk laughed as Cindy slowly released her grip on you.

She pulled back, placing her hand on your cheek as she spoke much softer, "sorry sweetie, Sam just loves you so much, I can't wait to know the woman who has made him so happy." You smiled at her, as you felt your heart flutter and your eyes almost fill with water, knowing Sam spoke so fondly of you to his family.

"God mom!" Sam said feeling embarrassed as Kirk laughed, rubbing his hair.

Kirk walked over to you, opening up his arms, "y/n, it's good to have you here." He said with a smile as you walked into his embrace. His hug being much gentler than Cindy's. But it just made you smile at how excited she was to see you.

"Hey mom, I've missed you too!" He laughed, still waiting for his hug.

"Oh sorry sweetie!" She laughed as she ran over to hug him tightly. "I've missed you so much."

Your nerves finally melted away, as you knew that tonight was going to be so much fun, now that the introductions were over.

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It was now around noon, Cindy had made you and Sam some lunch and coffee after your early morning flight and long drives. The dinner party was staring at 6pm, so guys had plenty of time to kill.

"So what's your plan for this afternoon?" Cindy asked as she sat down on the armchair opposite where you and Sam sat on the sofa.

Sam looked at you as he moved a piece of hair out of your face, "I was thinking about showing y/n around, you know, some of the old spots Colby and I used to hang out." You smiled at Sam liking this idea very much.

Cindy sighed shaking her head with a smile, "you need to be careful, you and Colby used to hang out in some pretty weird places..." she laughed. "The cops have really started nailing down around some of those areas." She said as she raised her eyebrows, sipping on her coffee.

"Mom," Sam said turning to face her, rolling his eyes, "I've been to these places a million times, I know them like the back of my hand." He said as he took his hand in yours. You giggled at Sam, talking to his mom like he was a teenager again.

"I know!" She held her hands up putting her mom voice on, "I just worry about you guys doing all this illegal stuff."

"Mom..." Sam groaned leaning back on the sofa.

"Okay okay! Just be careful," she said with a smile.

"Don't worry Mrs Golbach, I'll keep him out of trouble," you said as you brought up his hand that you held to your lips.

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"Come on!" Sam shouted as he walked up to the huge abandoned warehouse that you recognised from so many of their vines and videos. You stood back nervously, considering the amount of 'no trespassing' signs you passed on the way in. This was Sam and Colby's thing... you liked ghost hunting but illegally trespassing wasn't your forte. "It's the middle of the day! You'll be fine baby, I promise!" Sam shouted as you couldn't help but smile at him. Sam was right, he'd been here millions of times, what's one more time? You took a deep breath before hurrying to catch up with him.

As you walked into the crumbling box of brick, you took your phone out of your purse and began taking photos of the graffiti that spread across the broken walls. 'Okay, this is pretty cool...' you thought to yourself as Sam looked at you in awe, as you admired the history. "It feels so weird to be in here..." you said softly as you continued your tour.

Sam stopped leaning against a wall as you took some more photos, "why?" He said with a chuckle.

"Well, I've just seen this so many times... but being in here," you turned to face Sam, "it's pretty fucking creepy." Sam walked over to you as he laughed, wrapping his arms around you, very tightly.

He sighed, "yeah well, imagine doing a ritual in here!" He giggled as he continued walking, pulling you along with him. "Ask Nate." He smirked as you recalled the video he was talking about.

As you wandered around the barely standing structure, Sam just couldn't help but smile as traced your fingers along the art, left by many over the years. He took out his phone and began snapping photos of this moment, not just for the gram, but so he could always remember just how happy he was, in this now core memory. You heard the snapping of the pictures as you turned to Sam and gave him a giggle before starting to pose for him dramatically.

Sam laughed as he walked towards you still snapping away, "you're so beautiful, baby," his face beamed as he moved his phone away, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling your body close to his.

You bit your lip as you smiled up at him, moving your arms to rest on his shoulders connecting your hands behind his head. "If I didn't know you Sam, I'd say that you might be flirting with me..." you said jokingly as Sam laughed nodding his head, looking at your with so much love in his eyes.

"You know what, y/n... I think I may just be," he bit his lip as he leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips. A kiss that was filled with the upmost passion.

Suddenly, the world stood still as the sound of man's voice echoed through a megaphone, "this is the police!" You and Sam froze as you quickly disconnected your lips, your eyes filling with fear and Sam's filling with adrenaline. "We know you're in there, come out with your hands up!"

"Sam..." you whispered as your body began to shake slightly. Sam grabbed both your arms as he looked into your eyes.

"Shh baby, it's okay." He whispered, "there's a lots of ways out of here." He let go and moved stealthily towards a glassless window. You froze in place, terrified to move.

"Shit." He said under his breath, and it sent shivers down your spine.

"What is it Sam?" You say with panic in your voice. Sam quickly looks at you, guilt filling his entire body.

"Y/n... I'm so sorry." You can hear the worry in his voice. His heart now pounding just as loud as yours. You knew there was no way out of this, you knew you were going to have to walk out there and hope to god that Sam could take you both out of this. "They really are surrounding us."

Suddenly that sound voice echoed through the building once again, "you have 2 minutes or we're sending the dogs in!" You seen Sam's eyes go wide as he looked at you.

He shouted, his voice both annoyed and guilt ridden, "we're coming!" As the words left his mouth you felt your heart fall into your stomach, your body trying its hardest to fight back a panic attack and tears. Sam moved to you quickly, grabbing your face with both hands, "it'll be okay babe, no matter what." You tried to speak but no words would come out of your mouth. Sam pulled your head towards his and he placed a kiss on your forehead. You took a deep breath as you took his hand heading out of the building to where the 4 cop cars were waiting for you.

As you reached the door, Sam let go of your hands as he whispered, "hands up baby." He knew the drill. The only thing keeping you slightly calm right now was knowing that this wasn't Sam's first rodeo. You prayed that this would just be a close call story you told at dinner tonight, and then for the rest of your lives. You held your hands up high, as did Sam, and you both walked slowly out of the building.

"Hands up!" A cop shouted which annoyed Sam even more as he replied.

"They're up!" Sam walked slightly in front of you. "We were just looking around." Sam said, as all of the cops came closer to you both.

"Turn around!" A cop shouted loudly, as his voice sent fear through your entire body.

"Sir-" Sam tried to speak but the officer cut him off sharply.

"I said turn around now!" Sam sighed before beginning his turn. You followed his action as your body trembled.

"Hands behind your back!" The cop shouted, as you both slowly lowered your hands, placing them on your lower back. Two cops quickly grabbed you both handcuffing you instantly.

"You did see the trespassing signs right?" One of the cops said as Sam turned his head to look at you and the tears that were forming in your eyes.

"Sir- it was my idea, please let her go." Sam tried his best but it seemed these cops were in a bad mood today.

"She's a grown adult," the cop who was tightening your cuffs said, "she made the decision to go in, she's just as guilty as you."

As the cops began reading their Miranda rights, You turned to look at Sam, your eyes filling quickly as he looked at you with so much guilt in his eyes, he mouthed to you, 'I'm so sorry'.

You wanted to cry, but you didn't want Sam blaming himself, so you mouthed back with a soft smile, 'it's okay baby.'

"Before we search you is there any weapons or anything you wish to make us aware of." The cop said, as you and Sam both shook your head. Your adrenaline completely masking your ability to take in what was actually happening.

The cops began searching you both in your pockets, pulling out phones and bits of change. The cop then opened up your purse that sat across your body, as soon as you heard the zip you whispered under your breath, "shit." As you remembered what was in the bag. Sam heard as he looked at you, you sighed as Sam frowned his eyebrows confused.

"Well well well..." the cop said as you shut your eyes tight. The cop pulled out the eighth as Sam hung his head in panic. "Fancied some illegal drug smoking, did you missy?" The cop said patronisingly.

"That's mine, I made her put it in there!" Sam said, which was half true, but you knew the weed was also for you.

The cop laughed at Sam, "it wasn't in your purse." Sam could feel himself getting more wound up, the more the officers patronised you both.

"It's okay Sam, it was in my purse, you don't need to lie for me." You said as Sam looked at you confused.

"Baby, don't-" Sam tried to speak but was cut off again.

"Some boyfriend you are, son. Getting your girlfriend arrested, how about that..." as the cop spoke, Sam felt that guilt and had never felt more like a letdown to you. But you began to feel that annoyance Sam felt earlier. You weren't blaming Sam at all, and you really didn't want him to think that you did.

"It's not his fault..." you said as you turned to the cop, "like you said... I'm a grown adult." You said with a smirk as the cop snickered at you.

"At least your girl has bigger balls than you." The cop said. Sam felt anger build up inside of him but he knew that he had to keep his cool, he didn't want to actually end up in jail, or make things worse for you so he kept his mouth shut. "Your bails are gonna be pretty high, and looking at you young pretty pair, seems like you'll end up in jail." He laughed.

Sam looked at you, knowing this cop had no idea who he was or how much money you both made. For the first time, you couldn't help but let a small smile appear on your face, knowing you'll both be out before the night was up.

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The cuffs had finally been removed as you and Sam sat in a waiting area at the local police department. Surrounded by every type of person you could ever imagine. You turned to look at Sam, as you both sat filled with sadness.

"You know... our mug shots will probably go viral," you laughed as Sam chuckled shaking his head.

"Only you would be able to make me laugh in a situation like this," Sam said as he turned to face you smiling. You smiled back as you slowly looked down towards the floor. You had no idea what to expect, your mind and anxiety was running a million miles an hour. "Y/n, I'm so sorry, I really didn't think that this would-"

"Sammy, stop." You said as he looked at you with tears in his eyes. "It's not your fault." You said reaching up and rubbing his cheek.

"I feel like I've failed you," Sam said, which broke your heart.

"No sam, you haven't. You are the most amazing person I've ever known and I love you so much." You smiled at him as he couldn't let himself take in what you were saying, he just sat with his mind hating on himself.

"Sam Golbach." The lady behind the glass called as Sam looked at you and took a deep breath. He stood up leaving your grasp and headed to the window.

He returned after a few minutes and sat right back beside you, "my bail was $4,000."

You looked at him shocked, "for one felony!" You felt more worry set in, as you knew exactly that your bail was going to be at least $8,000.

"Yep..." Sam said with a sigh. "It's alright though, I bailed myself out. I've just got to wait for them to call me again and I can leave." You nodded at Sam nervously as you looked up at the clock it already read 4:45pm. Another hour passed, and you both knew that Sam's mom and dad were probably worried sick wondering where the two of you were.

"Y/n y/l/n" came from behind the glass. You sighed as you stood up, Sam giving your hand a squeeze as you headed to the window.

"Hi," you said softly to the woman that looked completely fed up, sat behind the glass.

"Okay..." she clicked away on her computer, "one count of trespassing... and one count of drug possession." She looked up at you through her glasses.

"It was cannabis." You said nervously, you didn't want this woman judging you anymore than she probably was.

The woman looked at you, with a straight expression, "I didn't ask." You felt as though you wanted to cry all over again. You just wanted to hurry up and bail yourself out. "Bail is set at $8,000." You flinched at the number, even though you and Sam made more than enough money, eight grand was a lot for a small interrupted tour. "So, you'll have to get someone to bail you out." The woman said sliding a piece of paper under the screen.

You looked at her confused as even more panic set in, "why can't I bail myself out?" You said quickly.

The woman sighed, "because honey, you have 2 felonies and anything over $6,000 bail rate, you can't bail yourself out." It was in this moment you knew that you were not making it out for the dinner party. You nodded at her slowly as you signed the papers. "Just head back over there and when the guards call your name you'll have to go and change and you'll be taken to a female pod." Her words went into your ears as your eyes began to fill instantly. You nodded once more before slowly heading back to Sam.

Sam looked up at you smiling, "well?"

You sat down and out your head in your hands as for the first time tonight you started to cry.

Sam panicked as he put one hand on your back and the other trying to lift your face to look at him, "hey what's going on? What happened?"

You sit up and try to compose yourself as you spoke through tears, "I- I can't bail myself out Sam. My bail is over the threshold."

Sam looked at you puzzled for a moment trying to take in what you said. He quickly pulled you into his chest as you cried, "it's okay baby, don't worry it'll be okay."

After another hour passed and you managed to calm down, a guard unlocked a gate walking into the area, a clipboard in hand. "Y/n y/l/n." He said as you looked up at him quickly, your heart pounding out of your chest.

You looked at Sam as he wasted no time and kissed you deeply. You stood up and began to walk towards the guard as Sam spoke, "I'll bail you out as soon as I can baby, just keep your head down and do what they ask." He tried to sound as calm as possible.

You turned back giving him one last smile before heading through the gate and hearing the loud clanging of the locks being reconnected. 'Oh shit.' You thought to yourself.

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As you followed the guard down the corridors, your bright orange jumpsuit scaring you more and more, you entered into a huge open space, will cells surrounding the room. Almost every inmate in there looked up at you quickly. "This is your cell." The guard spoke tapping on the open metal door.

You looked at her nervously before you spoke, "thank you." Your voice was shaking.

The guard looked at you as she felt bad for you, "I take it you've never been in the joint before."

You nodded sighing, "is it that noticeable?"

She laughed as she walked to the bookcase picking up her favourite book, "here, this is my favourite." She said softly, you finally felt the tiniest bit of relief come over you as someone was finally being kind. "Just stay in here, you'll be okay."

You nodded at her with a slight smile on her face and slowly walked in.

"You know, I kinda know who you are..." the guard said nervously as you turned to face her, "yeah my daughter... she just loves Sam and Colby." She laughed as you looked at her much more comfortably now, hearing her talk about the boys. "Sam will get you out soon, just enjoy the book." She began walking away, "it's great." She smiled at you warmly as you nodded once again.

"Thank you," you said much more genuine this time.

After around an hour, you heard footsteps approach your room as you laid on the bed reading your book. You had a feeling this was going to be your cell mate, and to say you were terrified would be an understatement.

"Hey." You heard from down below as you sat up slowly looking over your bunk to see who it was.

She could tell your eyes were riddled with fear, "hi." You said much softer, people were in this pod who committed a lot of crimes and you had no idea what this girl could have done to end up in here. "So, what you in for?" She said with a smile as you took a deep breath.

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Sam stepped outside the county jail as he quickly pulled out his phone, 38 missed calls and 23 messages. "Fuck." Sam said as he quickly skipped passed all of his moms missed calls and found Colby's name, dialling instantly.

"Yo man, what's up?" Colby answered very quickly, thankfully.

"Dude, I need you to get our lawyer on the phone asap, y/n and I got arrested." Sam said frantically as he began walking to where Alex was parked waiting for him.

"Wait what? Brother what happened?" Colby said worried down the phone.

Sam finally spotted Alex, walking quicker, "no time to explain, but we're gonna to need these charges dropping, otherwise y/n could face jail time."

"Wait what!" Colby shouted much louder, "what's going on? Is she okay?"

"She's in the actual jail now dude, I gotta go cause I got to bail her out. Just get him on the phone and text me what he says!" Sam says as Colby agreed and Sam quickly jumped into the car.

"Dude, what the fuck happened?" Alex said as he began driving.

"Just sheer dumb fucking luck brother." Sam said as he finally began dialling mom.

After 2 rings she answered, "Sam? Where the hell are you?"

"Mom I'm sorry, but you were right. We got arrested." Sam said feeling slightly embarrassed but was more worrying about you.

Sam's mom instantly started freaking out down the phone as Sam tried to get her attention, "mom- mom listen... mom! I'm fine, I bailed myself out, but y/n couldn't, I gotta bail her out." He said quickly.

"Wait why?" Cindy said, confused.

Sam took a deep breath before he spoke, "I asked y/n to put my weed in her purse earlier, and well... they found it."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, "oh Sammy..." Sam could hear the disappointment on his mom's voice. Cindy took a deep breath as worry filled her, "you better bail that sweet girl out Sammy, and bring her home to me." She said and Sam could tell his mom already cared about you just as much as he did.

"I will mom," Sam said, with sadness and guilt in his voice.

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"Girl! You are crazy!" Your cell mate laughed as she laid on the top bunk. It had been 4 hours since you met and this girl was amazing. You learnt all about her life and what happened to her, you had talked all night as the conversation wasn't ending, even though it was past midnight. You both laid on your beds in the dark laughing and chatting. "So, tell me more about this boyfriend of yours..." she said with a smirk on her face.

"Sam... well, he is just... wow" you said, as you can never really find the perfect words to describe him.

"I take it he treats you good," your cell mate giggled above you.

You nodded and couldn't help but smile at the thought of him, "oh yeah... he's amazing, does everything for, and more." You told her all about how you met and the adventures you'd been on in your relationship so far.

"And you're in Kansas to meet his family?" She said softly.

"Uh huh," you giggled, "and here I am... I'm jail."

Your cell mate laughed louder as she imagined what Sam's family would be doing right now. "Girl, what a first impression you've made!"

"I know right." You giggled but then anxiety began to shake through you as you thought about it. Sam's family probably think that you've been the bad influence on Sam and their opinion of you has more than likely changed drastically since they found out about what's happened.

As you sighed, your cell mate quickly changed the subject, "so... I've been in the jam for almost a year now..." you listened to her, unsure of where she was going with this, "tell me..." suddenly her head appeared as she hung over the top bunk to look down at you, "does he know how to rock your world." The smirk on her face made you laugh out loud as you quickly began nodding.

"Helllll yes!" You said as she laid back down on her bed.

"Like, seriously though... because we all know what men are like!" She said as she laughed looking up at the ceiling.

You rolled over as you began thinking about it, thinking about Sam, his lips, his hands. The way he made you feel amazing with each slight touch, "oh... he knows what he's going alright." Your cell mate laughed at your words as she began telling you stories of terrible sex she's had with terrible men.

You spoke every now and then to make it seem like you were listening but in reality, your mind was in a completely different place. Thinking about Sam and the things you wish you could do to him right now. Even more so, the things you wish he could do to you. When suddenly there was a bang on the door, and the turning of a key as the guard from earlier entered.

"Y/n, you're being bailed out by Sam." She said with a smile on her face. "Let's go."

Your body melted as relief filled you entirely. "There you go girl!" Your cell mate cheered as you sat up from your bed. Your cell mate also jumped down from the top bunk. She quickly wrapped her arms around you, "it was so good to meet you, but you best be good out there, the joint ain't for you." She said with a chuckle.

"Oh trust me I will!" You laughed as you pulled away and gave her one last smile, "I hope your trail goes well, and you can also get the fuck out of here!" You said as she smiled at you warmly.

"Get outta here," she said, smiling, knowing she probably weren't getting out. You hugged her one last time before following the guard, excitedly, out of the pod.

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As you stepped outside the glass doors, it was 2am. The night was so quiet in Kansas but your face lit up when you saw Sam, stood leaning against his car, with the biggest smile on his face.

"Well if it isn't my knight in shining armour!" You said happily as you ran to him, jumping in his arms. He spun you around squeezing you tight as he slowly lowered you to the floor, grabbing your face and kissing you, deeply and passionately.

"I don't think I deserve that title baby, considering I'm the reason you were in there," Sam said with that guilt still in his voice.

"Sam, stop it!" You said with a laugh, "I'm out, I still made the stupid decisions to follow you!" You smiled at him, "please... stop blaming yourself or I will get mad at you." You said sternly as Sam was just glad to have you back and in one piece.

"Fine. But I promise I will spend the rest of my life, making it up to you," he said with a smirk.

You looked at him with your eyebrows raised, "okay... I can get on board with that." Sam laughed as you connected your lips once again, holding each other tightly.

"Come on, we gotta get home and go to bed." Sam said, as he walked you back over to the car and opened up your door for you to climb in.

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The journey home, you talked all about your cell mate, telling Sam about your whole experience as he laughed and shook his head in disbelief. You pulled up to the house once again as that nervousness returned, Sam's family must think so lowly of you now, you thought to yourself. But at least you didn't have to face them until morning... or so you thought.

As Sam unlocked the door, you walking in to find Cindy, Kirk, Ben and Allison all sat around the living area, each of them with the most worried look on their faces. They all quickly looked up at you and their expressions changed drastically into huge smiles.

"Oh thank god!" Cindy shouted as she jumped to her feet wrapping her arms tightly around you once again. "Are you okay, sweetie? We were so worried!" You tried to speak but you were in shock that they were so worried about you.

"Jesus Cindy! Let the girl breathe!" Kirk said laughing for the second time today.

Cindy let go quickly, "oh sorry sweetie. Are you alright though? Can I get you anything, food, drink?" She said frantically.

"I'm- I'm okay, Mrs Golbach. Thank you so much though." You said as you looked at the concerned look on their faces, "I'm so sorry you guys waited up... and for... well everything."

You were quickly dismissed by all of them at once, "you have nothing to be sorry for sweetie, Sam told us what happened." Cindy said as everyone nodded. You looked at Sam as he smiled at you warmly.

"And don't worry, Sam will be the one who gets grounded for this." Kirk said jokingly as he winked.

"Dad... I'm an adult." Sam said jokingly back to him in a moaning teenage voice.

Cindy quickly turned your attention back to her, "are you sure I can't get you anything honey before we head to bed..." you smiled at her one last time.

"No no, I'm okay. I'm just ready for bed now." You said with a slightly chuckle. Cindy rubbed your cheek as she looked at you with sympathy.

"You get all the sleep you need sweetie." She said before hugging you one last time. She then turned to Sam, "and you. You look after this girl. Make sure she has whatever she needs." She said sternly.

Sam nodded with a smile, "yes mam." You looked at Sam with so much love in your heart for him, and his family.

Everyone said their good nights giving you a hug before heading up to bed. Sam sighed before pulling you in for another hug and he places a soft kiss on your forehead. "You ready for bed?" He said softly.

Just was you were about to nod, you remembered that you didn't get to do something today, that was at the top of your Kansas trip list. "Before we go... can I see it?" You said with a smirk.

Sam looked at you confused, "see what?" He said with a chuckle.

"The OG Sam and Colby set..." you bit your lip as Sam laughed, rolling his eyes, taking your hand in his.

As you walked down the basement staircase, Sam flicked on the light and the huge open space took you by surprise. "Oh wow!" You said, not realising just how big it was down here. As you walked around the corner, there it was, the OG Sam and Colby sofa with the fan art plastered around the walls.

"Pretty awesome, right?" Sam said sarcastically as you gave him a look.

"It is actually." You smirked as you but your lip, sitting down on the sofa looking around.

Sam leaned against the wall as he looked over at you, "so.. what else did you talk about with your jail best friend." He said with a chuckle.

Your mind instantly went back to the last conversation you were having before you got bailed out. You began chuckling to yourself as you thought.

"What?" Sam asked, curiously.

"We... we talked about you actually." You said with a smirk as Sam raised his eyebrows, "well.. about what you're capable of."

Sam looked at you confused, "what do you mean?" He said with a chuckle.

You started to play with you hair as you took a deep breath remembered what you were imagining in your cell, "about how you... how did she put it... rock my world," you said as you bit your lip.

Sam's eyebrows were raised once again, accompanied by a smirk, "oh yeah?"

You nodded slowly, "yep, and I was having a great memory play in mind... and just as I was getting to the good part, I rudely got bailed out," you said teasingly with a smirk on your face.

Sam playfully put his hand over his heart as he gasped, "I am so sorry!" He said sarcastically. He slowly moved off the wall and began walking towards you, "care to tell me exactly the part you missed out on?" He said as he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth.

You looked up at him as he gaze had turned from one of love to lust. "Well.. I'm pretty sure you were about to use that tongue..." you said chuckling as Sam reached you.

He slowly began to lean down to your level, "I'm sorry baby, how about I make it up to you, by bringing it to life?" He said seductively as you slowly began to lean backwards onto the sofa as he continued to move over you, hovering himself above your body.

"I think you should stop talking and put that mouth to good use," you said with a smirk as you bit your lip.

Sam wasted no time and quickly connected your lips in a deep and passionate kiss. Your hands moved up and down his body eagerly as you felt his bulge begin to harden between your legs as you wrapped them around him tightly. Sam quickly moved to your jaw and kissed down to your neck, finding your sweet spot and kissing and sucking intensely.

"Oh fuck..." you breathed out as Sam's groans sent shivers down your entire body. You grabbed the bottom of his shirt as you pulling it up and over his head, discarding it to the far. Sam sat you up, doing the same to you, before smashing his lips back onto yours and laying you back down. Suddenly, Sam stopped and looked up at you.

"So tell me baby... is this where I was in your memory?" He teased, as you nodded biting your lip, your core aching for him and your panties growing wetter by the second. "And then did I start to do this?" He said as he began to place soft kisses along your chest, moving at a punishingly slow pace, your both squirming beneath him and your breath short.

"Uh huh" you nodded in anticipation.

"And then what baby?" Sam smirked as he looked up at you from your lower stomach.

"Baby..." you breathed out as you felt his slightly prickly chin graze against your skin, "please..."

Sam smirked, loving how you beg for his touch, "baby, I just want to make this everything you were imagining it to be," he said as he licked his lips. He reached up and placed his fingers into the band of your leggings and underwear, and slowly started to pull them down as he stared up at your scrunched up face, plastered with desperation. "Was it like this?" As he moved your clothing down your legs he kissed along the newly revealed skin, watching as your twitching became more intense.

"Yeah..." you breathed out.

Sam lifted himself up as he quickly finished pulling off your bottoms and throwing them to the floor, before repositioning himself, his face between your thighs as his arms wrapped around them. "And then did I do this.." he whispered as he began kissing along your inner thighs and around your centre, your body begging for some relief.

"Baby please!" You whined, after the day you've had, you wanted nothing more than to feel pleasure and relaxation right now.

Sam had teased you enough as he glanced back up at your scrunched up face with a smirk. Quickly connecting his tongue with your clit, licking up and down your entire heat. "Fuck!" You called out as you began to moan almost instantly. You bit your lip hard trying to be as quiet as possible, not to wake his whole house. But his movements were just too perfect, too satisfying as your hands moved to the back of his head, your fingers wrapping in his hair. As you tugged on him slightly he let out a groan which vibrated against you sending a wave of goosebumps across your whole body. Suddenly, you felt his tongue enter you, and a knot in your stomach was forming. "Fuck Sammy, don't stop." You moaned as Sam kept up his pace. Suddenly his lips reconnected with your clit and licked and sucked, and to your surprise he quickly thrusted two fingers deep inside you without warning, "oh shit!" You said trying to bite your tongue harder. That high was fast approaching as you pushed yourself closer to his face, bucking your hips as he moved quicker, his fingers curling to hit your g-spot.

Sam felt your walls clench around his fingers as he mumbled against your clit, "cum baby. Cum for me..."

He words sent you flying as your orgasm hit you with full effect, "fuck Sam!" You moaned as you gripped his hair tighter, causing him to moan as he tasted your juices. Sam quickly sat himself up as you tried to catch your breath for a moment, unbuckled his jeans pulling them down, just enough for his hard dick to spring free. You looked at him as you bit your lip in anticipation, ready for what is to come. You continued to squirm beneath him, ready to feel more. Sam quickly leaned back down positioning himself at your entrance, as he grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down you teasingly. "Sammy... please." You begged again, the smirk on Sam's face showed you just how much he loved hearing it. Sam quickly pushed him slowly, deep inside of you, as you both moan simultaneously.

"Shit baby... I was so worried about you," Sam said out of breath as you gasped. Sam began pulling back out slowly before pushing in deeply once again.

"Fuck me..." you moaned out as you head flung back, your eyes closed in pleasure.

"Fuck yeah." Sam moaned as he began to move in and out, picking up his pace with each thrust. "I love you." He said, with so much emotion and hardly any breath.

You moaned slowly louder as you felt him fill you entirely, that knot returning in your stomach, "i- I love you too, baby." You tried to speak clearly but I came out in a whisper. Sam leaned down as he thrusted harder, connecting your lips with his as you both swallowed each other's moans.

He lifted up one hand and placed it gently on your neck as you gasped and your breath staggered, "fuck..." you moaned.

Sam began to fuck you hard, harder and with more passion than ever, "oh fuck, I'm not going got last long." He said, with honesty.

You nodded, as his grip on your neck tightened slightly, "me either." Sam lifted himself up slightly to give him a better position, as he kept his grip on your throat and began pounding into you, you felt your stomach flip as your whole body shook from the movements. "Fuck Sam!" You moaned out, as you felt his dick hit the deepest part of your core with force each hip thrust.

"That's it baby, cum again for me," he groaned deeply as he spoke with a deep dominant tone.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you clenched your walls around Sam's dick, and he moaned louder as you spilled your juices all over him once again.

He pounded even harder, you could hear the intense passion coming from deep inside him as you felt his dick twitch, "fuck y/n," he moaned out loudly as he suddenly pulled out, spilling all over your area. Both of you completely out of breath and filled with pleasure.

"Fuck..." you breathed out as your heart pounded. After a moment, Sam leaned down and kissed you sweetly and gently. He pulled away slowly, looking down on you as you both began to giggle.

"Come on," he said kissing you quickly one last time, "let's go get you cleaned up and head to bed.. I think we both need a cuddle after today." He spoke softly, as you nodded your head, your eyes barely able to stay awake.

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AUTHORS NOTE: apologies this isn't proof-read for any mistakes! I hope you liked it, let me know if you have any requests! Xx

#sam and colby #sam golbach #smut #fanfiction #sam golbach smut #samgolbach #sam golbach dirty imagines #samgolbach dirty #samgolbachdirty #sam goldbach smut #sam golbach one shot #sam golbach imagines #sam golbach x y/n #Sam x y/n

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MIGUEL O'HARA HEADCANONS.

Warning: much angst. Because I love angst. >:))

A/N: Also, apologies for disappearing like a ghost, university has kept me very busy, I even barely opened Tumblr! But I've seen all of your notifications, and I'm so glad people find my stories pleasant! This warmed my heart. ❤️

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▪︎ Miguel would probably replay Gabriella's favourite songs. Like this, he would feel much closer to her, even though she's not with him anymore...

▪︎He has the bad habit to overthink. Miguel has to make sure the Multiverse doesn't collapse, so he has lots of thoughts in his head, so many that they would keep him awake at night.

▪︎ Due to overthinking, he rarely gets decent nights of sleep. Probably 4 or 5 hours of sleep if he's lucky. Give him some sleep, man's tired :((

▪︎ He likes going on long walks/runs. Keep his mind occupied. Bonus if he listens to music while doing that!

▪︎He curses at loud to himself in Spanish if somethings doesn't go as he planned.

▪︎ He would think about Gabriella's quinceñera. He imagines her dress, their little father-daughter dance, the tears they would share. Tears of happiness. Instead, he has to cry tears of sadness.

▪︎ This may be canon, but I personally think Miguel has got PSTD.

▪︎ Angry issues. We've seen what he did while Miles was about to go to Earth-42.

▪︎ HE WOULD LISTEN TO DEFTONES, COME ON. Or Billy Joel.

▪︎ Or he would also listen to Manuel Bonilla.

▪︎ He sweats a lot in summer, so he has to shower many times in the day.

▪︎ His favourite film would probably be 《Barbie as Rapunzel》. Because it was Gabriella' favourite back then. Crying rn.😭

▪︎ As a teenager, he got bullied for his high intelligence. People used to be jealous of him.

▪︎He wishes he would have died instead of Gabriella. "It should have been me". He would have given his own life, if that meant to save his daughter.

▪︎ He played sports! I imagine him practising Judo, volleyball, or even swimming.

▪︎ He awalys, and I mean ALWAYS went to Gabriella's soccer plays. He would always cheer her. He even wore once a t shirt saying, "Number one Gabriella O'Hara fan!".

▪︎ THIS WAS SO SAD TO WRITE IM SORRY.😭😭😭

#miguel O'Hara #miguel O'Hara x reader #miguel o hara headcanons #headcanons #miguel o hara #marvel #marvel x reader #spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #mcu #imagines #angst

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shewhotellsstories · 3 months

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People say Eloise is a self centered white feminist who enjoys the privileges that come with being a Bridgerton and although that's true, she is also a sheltered teenage girl who needs to learn about the world.

Her feelings of marriage are valid and while she needs to learn that desiring motherhood and marriage doesn't make a woman lesser, it's part of growing up and learning true feminism. She's a baby feminist but viewers don't want her to grow. How many teenage girls in today's day and age are all-knowing about feminism theory? Her friendship with Theo taught her about the working class and that connection to the outside world could have been a great learning experience for Eloise. Yes she has the privilege of being a Bridgerton but that safety net is exactly why she should be allowed to advocate for things the way she wanted Whistledown to(not a critique of the character but rather the writing and the fandom)

Penelope did some selfish things as Whistledown, abusing her power (cause it wasn't just about being gossip girl for the bag) and rather than acknowledge that we're expected to sweep it under the rug. I LOVE flawed characters because the writing acknowledges their wrong doings and yet certain characters get away with murder.

Eg s1 Blair was awful to Serena and while she had her reasons for doing so, revenge and her own self worth and abandonment issues, the show acknowledged this and we wanted good things for Blair. Serena slept with her best friend's boyfriend and covered up a mans overdose but we still root for her because she is a good person and is trying to grow.

If Penelope doesn't acknowledge her wrongdoings how can she grow as a character.

"Okay publishing a burn book is wrong but I love writing and I'm good at it, maybe I should become Jane Austin or something."

(throwing in how Edwina was raked over the coals for being angry with Kate and while the half sister comment was uncalled for, she wasnt given the same grace Penelope has been given)

I'm sorry for how long and all over the place this is.

No, I get it. The issue is that some characters are given grace while others are crucified. Some characters have their circumstances considered when examining their behavior while others don't. I hate it that some characters get novellas dedicated to defending their bad behavior while others should've just known better.

And that's totally the way I see Eloise Bridgerton. She's a baby feminist! She is in her just watched Ironed Jawed Angels and has maybe read a few zines era of feminism. When I was 17, I remember saying in class that I didn't think it was possible to be a SAHM and be happy and now my opinions have radically shifted because I'm not a kid anymore. Now, if you'd ask me I'd say it's a vulnerable position to be in economically because your security is tied up in your marriage working out and or your husband never dying, but it's your choice ultimately. What a difference a fully developed brain and college professors who require you to read bell hooks and Audre Lorde can make.

But seriously, the sad irony of Eloise being raked over the coals for "doing nothing" is that she was trying to become more informed and it blew up in her face. Spending time with Theo and other members of the working class was really good for her. Sadly, Penelope should've known better than most that she was genuinely trying to expand her worldview, but Eloise is the only person getting the bad friend allegations.

And yeah, as much as I love Kate and Anthony, people were way too hard on Edwina in season two. No one wanted to hurt her, but who in her position would toss confetti?

Plus, I'm really glad someone else is seeing the endless Gossip Girl comparisons that can be made here!

P.S. If you're interested one of my favorite Kanthony fics ends in Anthony and Kate encouraging Eloise to become a fiction/social commentary writer.

#asked and answered #eloise bridgerton #anti penelope featherington #theo sharpe #edwina sharma #bridgerton

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critterbitter · 9 months

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Asks and responses under cut!

First to note! THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR THESE ASKS. I REALLY APPRECIATE YALL. That aside, lemme get cracking! @drakeling7413 AWE MAN THANK YOU! I just started playing B2 with a friend (we're... not doing a nuzlocke anymore because we both got full team wiped at Clay's gym. That exadrill's built different man.) But I'm glad to bring back some of that whimsey! @bluemimikyu As an eel defender I am VERY glad to hear that! Good luck with tynamo though, they evolve at a disgustingly high level and they're... well, I don't want to say weak but they're a bit difficult to use against anybody not water or flying, from personal experience. (I love eelektross though. Levitate my beloved...) @ashnesspokemon ADLSKJFLKSDJ THANK YOU!!! I have SO many thoughts about them. We've seen them as rat children. We've seen them as sad old men. Today, I offer you-- gangly teenagers interning at Gear Station and Scheming in the meantime. (Plus elesa! The more I draw her the more I love her, ah... I've always been a sucker for trios. ((looks dead eyed at botw and hollow knight))). I do intend to draw them older later on, but that's a timeline I will Not Nail Down anytime soon hehe. @64s-art-blog Emmet has eel rights, Ingo has lamp rights. (But you're right. He should have thrown eelekrik. The comedic apparel would have been incredible.) @aroacepokefan First of all (points at your user name) AYYY. (Points at this characterization of Ingo). AYYY??? Second of all, thank you I LOVE moles and drillbur's perfect. @asperanna Oh boY OH BOY OKAY SO. I am prrrrobably not gonna draw anymore conventional starters AU cause I have a lot of wips I have to handle of the current comics, BUT Ingo would have a unovan samurott. and then when he gets heebie jeebied into hisui, he would have a HISUIAN Samurrott. And then when the two samurotts meet, they would be like the spiderman pointing meme. But because this is also a sandbox, if you ever wanna run with the hisuian samurott idea please go for it! Free real estate, just remember to credit so I can sneak in and spectate the art. @submasfan SLJLDSFJSLDK TY!!!! I am definitely gonna have to slow down at somepoint so I can work on commissions again (ah... maybe I should open a patreon... to feed myself. hmm.) BUT I APPRECIATE THE EXCITEMENT. The submas brain is real. @magicfeatherbean4 (sweats) This is where I tell you they only appear for like... five lines. BUT YOU SHOULD PLAY BW! I miss the 2d pokemon aesthetic, and BW nails that in the head. ((Its okay we can sit on the sidelines and admire the muppet men do their daily commute within the depths of the train.)) @rudeboimonster I'm so glad you caught the stims! Character consistency is an important rule I hold close to my heart, so seeing people notice the little details I add makes me grin like a loon.

#asks #mailbox #critterbitter

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Cherry, Cherry 🍒 Chapter 14 🍒 "1984"

pre-outbreak! AU!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Word count: 2,984

Summary: a pause in the story to focus on Joel's own particularly life-changing moments and uncovering the past which brought him to you.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, age gap (reader is 18, Joel is 35), TW for brief mentions of teens having sex (nothing in detail and it's all consensual), language, mentions of teen pregnancy, brief mentions of underage male with adult women, underage drinking (it's the 80s), takes place in winter though fall 1984, a small part takes place in July 2003, no use of y/n, TW for unknown parentage, if I missed anything please let me know.

Author's note: I'm a sucker for backstories, if you haven't noticed, and I wanted to give a little insight to what Joel was like as a teenager.

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February 1984 Austin, TX

Joel waited in the cold parking lot of his high school, cigarette between his lips as he leaned against his dark green Ford F150. "Damn, where the hell is he?" he muttered to himself, checking his watch.

Finally Chris showed up, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, looking at the ground as he walked, his mind a million miles away.

"Fuckin' finally! Where you been?" Joel stamps out his cigarette on the ground. "Shoulda left an hour ago."

"Sorry," Chris mumbled, leaning against the car as well, his face cloudy with worry. "I was talking to Anita.."

"Yeah? What'd she want?" Joel kept his face impassive even though Chris was lost in his own thoughts.

"Man, she's pregnant," he mumbled, letting out the longest sigh of his life.

Joel froze. "Pregnant?" He gets quiet too. "Is she for sure about it?"

"She missed her period twice already. She says she took a test and it's positive."

Joel nodded, his face took on a serious look as he did calculations in his head. "Well, what's she gonna do?"

Chris sighed, shifting uncomfortably. "She wants to get married."

Joel scoffed incredulously. "Is she crazy? Y'all ain't even finished school yet!"

"I know," Chris moaned. "I don't want her to keep it," he confessed after a long quiet.

Joel shook his head. He had no words of condolence to offer his best friend.

"Maybe she'll lose it," Chris whispered, his eyes far away. "She could trip or something, when it's early like this, any little thing could make her lose the baby."

"That's fucked up, Chris."

"She only wants to get married so she doesn't have to live with her parents anymore. She thinks we'd be better off married, living on our own.. I'm not gonna give up my dreams, Joel. I can't. I won't."

Joel sighed deeply. "You wanna get drunk?"

Chris shook his head. "I've got a shift over at the food mart."

"Y'know, I could see if my dad would give you a job," Joel offered. "Construction is hard work, but it'd pay real good."

Chris just shrugged. He was still in shock, still unsure of his next move.

Later, after Joel dropped off Chris, he went home and called Anita. He'd have gone over to her place himself, but her parents were strict and didn't approve of boys coming over.

He locked the door to his room and dialed her, glad that she picked up so he wouldn't have to go through her parents.

"Hey, it's me," he drawled into the phone. "Talked to Chris today. Says you're pregnant."

"Damn it, he wasn't supposed to tell anybody," Anita groaned.

"Were you ever gonna tell me?"

"Why would I?" He could hear the boredom in her voice.

"Well shit, Anita, you know why." He got quiet a moment. "You and me were together around the time you got pregnant."

"That doesn't mean anything, Joel." Anita sighed.

"It sure as shit does. How do you know for sure it's Chris's baby?"

"Joel, Chris is my boyfriend, of course it's his. I must have missed a pill or something. But it is his baby."

"You're tryin' to trap him. He don't want anything to do with this, You shoulda seen the look on his face, like he'd rather walk off a bridge than go through with you havin' a baby."

"Shut up, Joel," Anita said sharply. "He'll get over it. He's gonna do the right thing by me."

"And if the baby ain't his?"

"It is," she said with unwavering tenacity.

"Anita.. Christmas break we went to Sherry Rivera's house party, and do you remember what we got up to in the spare bedroom?"

"Joel.."

"Yeah, I know you remember, 'cause you'd asked me for one last fuck before you stayed faithful to Chris for good."

"Joel, how dare you!"

"It's true though." He stretched out on his bed, vividly recalling that December night with Anita moaning in his ear as she rode him. "How many times did you cum? Three? Or was it four?"

"I'm hanging up now."

"For real, Anita," Joel sat up, his anxiety over the issue finally coming to the forefront. "Is it my baby?"

Anita sighed, and even over the phone he could sense her brain going a million miles an hour. "No, Joel. It's not."

Joel pinched the bridge of his nose, frustrated, fearing she wasn't telling the truth. "Anita, I--" then he heard a muffled voice, giggling on the line. "Tommy!" he shouted, banging on the wall. "Get off the line, you little shit!" More giggling, then Joel heard the other line click and Tommy had hung up.

"My mom's calling me to dinner," Anita said quietly. "Can you just talk to Chris for me? I know he'll come around. He'll listen to you. You're his best friend."

"He doesn't know? About us?" Joel asked.

"Why would I tell him that? It'd break his heart, Joel."

"But he's the one you left me for."

He didn't mean it to sound that way, he was going for accusatory but it came out vulnerable.

"I gotta go," Anita whispered. "Please don't call here again." The line went dead.

It was Valentine's Day, and though he would never tell anyone about it, that was the day he had his first heartbreak. Sure, he'd had plenty of girls since Anita had broken up with him before sophomore year started, and they'd definitely hooked up even since then, but this was the moment he realized he lost her for good. And this was the start of the rift between him and the best friend he'd ever had.

He called up Debbie, a girl in his math class who he knew liked him, and of course she was available that night. He showered, picked her up and took her to the only Italian restaurant in town that had a table available. After spending his last twenty bucks on dinner, he took her an isolated point at Covert Park. A half hour later, the windows fogged up, he got on his way to take her back home.

And so it went for weeks after that. If he wasn't working part time for his dad on the new subdivision in town, he had a girl in his truck, headed off to God knows where, to do whatever the mood struck them.

Summer was worse. He worked with his dad, painting houses, installing AC units and appliances, applying flooring, anything that could earn him money. Sometimes when he worked alone, the lady of the house would be present, and more than a few times the opportunity presented itself for him to take up these older women on their offers of lemonade or a massage, which always evolved into a quick, hard fuck against the countertop, or on a freshly carpeted living room floor.

Nights were his own, usually spent drinking with some guys from the football team who he didn't particularly care for, but they had fake IDs and knew easy girls.

Every time Chris called, Joel was out, with friends or with a girl. The few times Anita and Chris saw Joel out in public was in line at the movie theater, buying tickets for Purple Rain or at the Pizza Hut with a date. Joel turned away when he saw Anita getting bigger, her figure blossoming into that of a mother. Chris approached him to say hi, and Joel was good-natured with him, almost like old times, but it was obvious that something had changed. Anita hung back, hand self-consciously going over her belly, noticing the way Joel seemed to look right through her.

"Ain't you even gonna say hi to me?" she asked him one night, catching him as he came home from a party.

"Thought you told me not to talk to you no more," he slurred, brushing past her to get inside to his house.

"Joel Miller, you're not gonna walk away from me!"

"Shut up," he muttered, stepping towards her as if he'd shut her up himself. "Can't you be quiet? Always gotta shout and moan.. what the fuck do you even want anyway?"

"I'm here for Chris. I want you two to mend your friendship."

Joel let out a hearty guffaw. "Aw Christ, Anita. What's it matter to ya anyway?"

"Can't you be quiet?" she said in turn. "He's not the same since y'all ain't been talkin'.. he barely talks to me sometimes.. I think he misses you."

Joel heard that, and looked Anita up and down. "Does he? I think you're the one missin' me, darlin'."

"Shut up. I didn't say that."

"Ya didn't have to." He grabbed her by the waist and she didn't protest. His eyes hungrily took in her form, the way her breasts swelled over her top, her hips nice and full, and the firm roundness of her belly. "Is that a Miller in there.. or otherwise?" he all but growled in her ear.

"Oth-otherwise," she stammered.

He kept his eyes on her a long while before he finally released her. "Get in. I'm takin' ya home. Ya shouldna walked here all the way. It's past midnight."

She got in, immediately smelling spilt beer, some other girl's cheap perfume, and the unmistakable scent of sex in his truck. "You've been Mr. Popular all summer," she said sullenly.

"Yeah? Jealous?" He started the engine, taking off.

"Over your sorry ass? No way," she muttered, but she kept eyeing him from her seat. "Kelly Johnson said you laid her, then picked up her older sister and fucked her too."

Joel's grin was about a mile wide. "Oh yeah? That's what she says? She forgot to tell you I did their mom too."

Anita hit his arm. "Just let me out here. I'm walkin' home."

"The hell you are." He sped up a little until he reached her house, devoid of any lights on within. "How your folks takin' it?" he asked, nodding at her baby bump.

"They still won't talk to me," she said quietly. "But at least they're letting Chris stay over. We're getting married next month," she said, holding out her ring finger upon which rested a simple diamond ring, probably the best Christ could afford on his shitty grocery mart salary.

"So it's for real." Joel slumped in his seat, gripping the steering wheel tight.

"It's for real," she echoed, and when Joel stayed quiet longer, she leaned in and softly kissed his cheek.

Suddenly all the longing he'd suppressed, all the pain of longing for someone he couldn't have.. everything bubbled back to the surface and he took her in his arms, kissing her. And just like old times they found themselves hurriedly undressing, removing only what was in the way. Pants down around his ankles he pushed up the hem of her dress out of the way as she sat on his lap, holding on to the dashboard as he let her ride him. It seemed to take forever and yet only a few minutes until she came, and he followed soon after.

"Lemme guess: that was the last time?" he muttered as he tucked himself back in his pants.

"You're a good lay, that's all. And Chris ain't been himself lately."

"Give him my regards."

"Damn it, Joel, just call him," Anita said exasperatedly, making herself look more presentable as she got out of the truck. "You're like a brother to him. He needs you."

Joel already had the engine turned back on, a Bob Seger song rumbling on the radio. "I already got a brother," he said, driving off.

He tried. Joel did try to reconcile with Chris. That coming school year they were juniors, and in the same homeroom. But it began to be difficult to start a conversation that didn't automatically become about the baby. And Joel wasn't good with questions like that.

The girls gushed over Anita's large belly when she showed up to bring her transfer paperwork to the alternative school for pregnant teens. Then thankfully (to Joel) she was gone the rest of the semester.

Chris and Joel resumed their friendship about as much as two seventeen-year-olds in their predicament could. Football season started up again, as well as wrestling season, and Joel was at practice constantly. Then in late September, Chris was gone, having dropped out. The night of his birthday he got the call right as dinner was being set down.

"It's a girl," Chris said breathlessly over the phone, his voice tinged with excitement and a tremor of fear. "A beautiful baby girl, and wouldn't you know it, on the same birthday as you, Joel."

July 2003 "Are you kidding me?" you ask. "Joel.. are you kidding me?"

"Huh? What?" he snaps out of his reverie.

"I didn't know you had a mullet in high school!" you burst into laughter. "You look like Billy Ray Cyrus!"

He laughs, running his hand over your soft hair as you stretch out on the bed with him. You'd found the old box of photos in the attic and just had to show him "I can't believe my dad looks so young here.." you say wistfully. "What happened to that truck?"

"I gave it to Tommy when he got old enough to drive. Then I think he sold it later on. Who knows where it is now.. probably busted up for parts or in a junkyard somewhere.." That picture had really cast a nostalgic spell over him.

You fall asleep on his chest, eyes too heavy to stay awake for the ending of Gladiator no matter how cute you think Russell Crowe is.

Joel's mind is on the past. You've awoken memories you had no part of, at least not willingly or consciously.

With Anita and Chris gone, it was like his life, the one he'd always known and always felt comfortable in, was gone too. In the past several months he'd gained popularity and had a few girlfriends but no serious relationships, but none of it really meant anything without his best friend at his side.

Only when Anita had finally graduated from the alternative school did Joel get the call about the news. He was a few weeks away from his own graduation when he learned Chris and Anita would be moving to Houston, where Anita's family came from. The baby was getting bigger, and Chris mentioned that Joel hadn't come and seen her. He had no answer for that, only a halfhearted response that he'd plan to stop by before they moved.

He never did.

After graduation Joel went to work full time for his old man, learning the business that would one day be his. He filled his days accordingly, still broke a few hearts from time to time, still raised a little hell with the boys, but he became more solemn, kept his real thoughts and dreams to himself.

He was in his early twenties when he met Sarah's mom at a club. He hated clubs, preferring laid-back bars, but he'd been suckered into it by some friends from work who wanted to let off some steam. And there she was, on the dance floor, an angel in a short and slinky number, drink in hand, and when she turned her gaze and her eyes met his, Joel swore he'd forgotten any other woman existed.

He didn't remember much about that night except the little apartment of hers, that they had to keep quiet because her roommate had work in the morning. But they were not quiet, and much to Joel's lament the next day, they weren't careful either. A couple of months later she found him at one of his sites, having remembered the name of the company he worked for, and told him, while he was carting a wheelbarrow full of concrete, that she was pregnant. He'd talked her into keeping it, promised her a wedding and anything else she wanted.

He purchased his parents' house, the one he grew up in and had hoped to raise a family in on his own time, and he fixed it up for her and the baby, turning his own bedroom into the nursery. Tommy'd be graduatiing soon and had plans to enlist, so it would all work out. Joel would have a wife and a child, none of which he'd planned on quite so early, but he was looking forward to it all the same.

He tried to make it work with her, but the more time they spent together the more they realized they weren't compatible beyond anything outside the bedroom. He knew it, and still he tried. She knew it, and didn't stay long. The day Sarah was born was the happiest of Joel's life. He'd never imagined that a creature so small, so defenseless, and which cried so often could take hold of his heart in such a way. When Sarah's mom left, leaving only a note regarding her sincere apologies, it struck Joel as more of a relief than anything, even though he was now a single dad. He had help from his parents and brother, and even from his neighbors, cousins of his old buddy Chris who remembered Joel with fondness.

Days sped up, and soon Joel took over the business when his father got too ill to take care of things. Sarah and Joel became their own little unit, a family of just two that still seemed to work more efficiently than traditional families. Sarah looked so much like her mother that at times it hurt Joel just to look at her, but she was an entirely different person: strong, stubborn, extremely smart and savvy. And independent. Joel was proud of the way he raised her, and never considered that he'd love anything else as much or have as much to lose.

And then he met you, and you fucking changed everything.

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nxrdamp · 1 year

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Miguel O'Hara x Fem! Assistant! Reader | Unmasked

TW: language, no use of y/n, some google translate Spanish because I do not speak Spanish.

Word Count: 2,228

| Your POV |

Miguel O'Hara.

I'd use only one word to describe a man like him.

Arrogant.

Extremely arrogant in fact, so arrogant he hired me. Why is that so arrogant, one might ask, well he's arrogant because his personal hobby is to make my life a living, breathing hell! Why is this? Only his big, arrogant, sadistic mind knows. How is he arrogant? Well...

"I thought I said no cream," Miguel said, his eyebrows furrowing for the 20th time today. It's 8:30 in the morning. He sighed and placed the coffee down on his desk hazardously as if everything doesn't have a price tag with a pretty penny attached to it. Miguel O'Hara, one of the leading scientists at Alchemax, what does he do? I don't really know to be honest, I tried to ask once but that made him even pissier, saying something along the lines of "the fate" of something and "confidential to civilians".

"That's what I ordered sir," I said, picking up the coffee cup that was almost tipped over due to his carelessness. God, can this day really test me anymore? It's only the beginning and I've already had to go back for coffee twice.

"I don't care what happened, make it work. I don't want cream and I don't want decaf, I just want plain, black coffee." Yeah, plain like your soul O'Hara. Whatever, this assistant gig pays extremely well since, shockingly, he can't seem to keep an assistant. I wonder why.

"Right away sir," I say, rolling my eyes as I threw away the second coffee cup. Poor coffee, never had the chance. Poor barista who made it, a waste of time. Ungrateful, O'Hara is, he's so stuck up being rich and all from his dumb job in his big stupid lab that he expects someone to just wipe his ass.

"Ah, you said that last time, look where we are." He tutted, sitting at his desk in his office. You heard me, his office, he has a personal lab and an office. What does this guy even do?!

"You have quite a humor." I sarcastically reply, which made him furrow his brows once more. He started to say something, probably along the lines of "I'm your boss" yada yada, before I shut the door to his office, walking back to the elevator to grab yet another coffee from the poor stand on the ground floor of the Alchemax building. The Alchemax building is huge, probably all designed for O'Hara since everyone just adores him here, but it's right next to this....odd building. It's about the same size as the Alchemax Center, they even own it, hell it's connected to our building, but it's off-limits to everyone. Ha, even O'Hara. I'm glad at least some things don't revolve around him.

"Hi again," I said to the barista while monologuing I arrived at the stand, "I need a plain black coffee, please, just please don't put anything in it."

"Um, okay," She said, with her signature snarky attitude. This barista always gets on my nerves. She always screws up Miguel's simple order multiple times a day. I think she has it out for me, honestly. I watch as she is about to pour cream into the cup, smirking like it's the funniest thing in the world.

"Hey." I said, making her jump a little, "I've been down here three times today, four yesterday, you know that I know that you know how to make a damn plain cup of coffee."

"Fine." She said, handing me the cup," free of charge if you don't tell my manager."

"Free of charge for a month, this happened all of last week too," I said, grabbing the cup from her.

"Ugh okay." She said, embarrassment rising to her cheeks as she sees other people in line watching the spectacle.

I give her a smile. before dropping a ten in the tip jar. What, I just haggled the poor teenager into giving me free coffee for a month, while she was being an asshole and I needed a win, she's still a kid. Well now I feel bad, but I don't think I'm going to feel as bad as I am when I walk through O'Hara's office doors.

"So, you learn how to order a plain coffee yet?" O'Hara snarled, his eyes glaring at me. God, this guy sucks. His reddish eyes are just asking to test him, begging even, he must be so dreadfully bored that he just wants me to stick it to him.

At this point, I'm too mentally exhausted to make a witty comeback and I defeatedly hand him his cup, sighing as I walk away. Honestly, I think this job might be too much. This is a calm day compared to last week, running back and forth for food, because everyone everywhere in this building screws up his order. This...is odd, because instead of doing paperwork, ha, paper, that's funny, thinking the word 'paper' makes me feel old, like I'm from the 2020s or something like that! But regardless, my job requirements when I got the job was mainly to fill out his busy work, but 99% of the time, I'm running his errands!! So weird now that I think about this, but anyways, it doesn't matter, at least I hope it doesn't.

| Miguel's POV |

I watch as my assistant leaves, seeing her defeated look as she walks away from my office to go to what I assume is the break room. Even if it isn't lunch, I don't care, I just need her away. I don't need a damn assistant. It's all for looks so these nosy scientists don't meddle in my business, so it looks like I'm still acting as a geneticist. Honestly, if there was one word I'd use to describe her, it's insufferable. So very insufferable.

I would say she messes up my orders on purpose just to spite me, but I know that isn't true. Why isn't that true? Well

"You're so rude Miguel." LYLA said, popping up beside him, "I know she can't know your real work, but that doesn't require you to pick on her!"

"LYLA, go away," I grunt, furrowing my brows once more, that must be the twenty-fifth time today.

"Well Miguel, you're needed in Spider-Society, Jess needs you to conduct that mission report." She said, tilting her little heart-shaped sunglasses.

"Do it yourself LYLA, I don't have time for this. If I keep leaving this building, those scientists are gonna keep harassing me on 'how do I get extra time off?' when I'm working much harder than they ever will, especially that Dr. Ohnn-"

"Save it for Spider-Therapist." LYLA said, "I'll see you in HQ". She disappeared before Miguel could argue further about excuses on why he shouldn't leave Alchemax today.

"Ugh!" He groans, furrowing his eyebrows yet again, it's really a wonder he hasn't developed wrinkles yet, well, more wrinkles than he already has.

| Your POV |

I walk back to Miguel's office, ready to stick it to him. Frankly, I don't care if he's my boss, he can't keep treating me like this. It's a toxic work environment and I'm this close to reporting him to HR.

As I walk closer and closer to his office, I see him speedily walking down the hallway, so, in a moment of stupidity I follow him. Staying silent as I see him walk further and further away from the department of whatever the hell he does, walking closer to the biology sector, by the spider section. Gross, I'd hate to work with a bunch of spiders all day, they give me the heebie-jeebies.

He keeps walking, past where anyone works, and by the......sky bridge. What the hell? He can't go in there! That building is strictly off limits for everyone, even arrogant bosses.

I watch as he turns the corner, looking around to see if anyone was watching him. I duck behind a potted plant, praying he doesn't see me, and unfortunately, he does.

"Are you going to explain why you're hiding behind a snake plant?" Miguel asks, walking over to peer down at me. He cocks his eyebrow, smirking as if he'd found a cat in an amusing position like those old internet videos from a hundred years ago.

"You gonna explain why you're walking into that creepy, off-limits, building?!" I said, popping up from behind the snake plant, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"That's none of your concern, why are you stalking me?"

"I'm not stalking you, I am observing your behavior for the greater good of Alchemax! That building doesn't belong to you, sir!" I said, crossing my arms. The nerve of this guy, he doesn't own all of Nueva York!

"¡Que maravilla! We have a little security guard here! Go back to your desk or I'm docking your pay." Miguel said, scowling. Actually, I don't think his face even changed into a scowl. I don't it's ever not a scowl.

"Ha, that's funny." I say, crossing my arms," You have no control over that! Alchemax controls my pay, not you douche-bag!"

"Watch it." He threatened before his watch device dinged, must be some top-of-the-line Mango device, he always gets new, expensive gadgets. He got the ePhone 80 the other day, it hasn't even come out yet!

"LYLA, I'm busy." He said, turning his back to me like he has something to hide on that dumb, orange holo-watch of his. It's rather bulky compared to other holo-watches. Strange

"Instead of hiding secrets how about we finish this conversation, Miguel?" I said walking around to get face-to-face with him. "What does that thing even do? It looks way too big just to be a holo-watch."

"None of your concern, go back to your desk." He said, trying to cover his watch device. Before he knew it, the picture of the lady from the holo watch started moving around. Damn, this guy and his state-of-the-art stuff.

"Hey there!" She said, moving around, "Im LYLA, an AI assistant. I handle all of the nitty-gritty files, documents, and about everything else for Miguel and the rest of Sp...Alchemax! LYLA stands for LYrate Lifeform Approximation. Pretty neat huh?"

"What the hell, Miguel!" I said, scowling, I guess I'm becoming like him. Ew, scratch that, never say that again. "You have a whole other assistant thing and you make me run around like a dog fetching your food, and magically everyone always gets it wrong!"

"Well that's because Miguel asks them to get it wrong" LYLA answered, leaving Miguel frozen for a split second.

"I'm gonna kill you, Miguel O'Hara. Why would you purposely ask people to make my orders for you wrong?! Is this some kind of sadistic game you get off to? Huh?!"

"No." He finally replied, turning LYLA off before she could make him look any worse, "It's to keep you busy and out of my files." Okay, maybe he didn't even need LYLA to make him look bad.

"Why?!" I asked, throwing my hands up in the air. Thank god this is by that other building where no one comes because we're causing quite a spectacle here.

"Because you can't know!" He barked, gritting his teeth. His teeth...does he have fangs? I squinted my eyes to get a better look, and yes, he has fangs, which are abnormally larger than just some sharp canines.

"Why can't I know?" I asked, my eyesight flicking from his teeth back up to his reddish...no red eyes. Why are they red? How are they red? What is even happening anymore?

"Because no one like you can know. You're not a part of the few who get to know and you better be glad you aren't. This isn't a little day job where you run around with screwed-up orders, this is life or death."

"Just tell me dammit," I said, "it's probably not even that serious. What is serious is if you don't 'fess up, I'm going to report the screwed-up food, the trespassing, the verbal assault, and many other things my wonderful boss has done to me to HR. Then, you'll be fired and no more sneaking around the mysterious building. Spill."

"You could never begin to understand..!"

"Miguel! What is it! Why can't I view your files? Why can't I do my job? Why are you going into that damn building?!"

Miguel taps a few buttons on his watch, sighing. He has to do this Whether he wants to or not, it isn't up to him anymore. He has to maintain access to that building. It's vitally important. Alchemax knows what that building is and why it's Miguel's. It's the only reason he can't sue them for making this monster. How else would a man on a worker's salary, even a good one, afford an entire skyscraper in Nueva York.

I watch as Miguel's entire body fizzles softly before being coated in something anyone who has ever watched the news knows. Anyone who isn't dead or living under a rock so huge they might as well be considered dead. The two red lines that represent eyes look back at me, halting any movement, even my words cannot stumble out of my mouth. For the first time ever it feels as if I didn't have a thought at all.

"I'm Spider-man."

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