#i’m fully mexican my guy

[fcntasmas]

I hope this doesn’t come off as rude, but are you half-Mexican and half-American? Do you live in Mexico or America?

no i’m bisexual

[7s3ven]

Guys, I’m going feral over thinking about deer hybrid! Reader x Philip Graves. Might make this into a series if I’m bothered LOL. I like the idea.

Imagine in this au, hybrids are rare. Especially you who looks entirely human save for the white and brown freckles adorning your skin and the gentle doe ears that flick occasionally.

You were a tagged hybrid, slang for a hybrid in danger of becoming nothing more than a test subject. You were prized for your unique blend of both human and animal characteristics. However, the company holding you captive forgot one thing. You were still part animal and it was in your instincts to run.

You met Graves after you collapsed on the road while sprinting away from the laboratory, your keen ears picking up the shouts coming from the guards.

You thought yourself as lucky that a car had been passing through the area when you fell. “What is it?” Someone exited the vehicle followed by another.

“It’s a hybrid… a deer one. I think. Can’t really tell.”

“It’s clearly a deer. What else would it be? A bird?”

They bickered amongst themselves before one had the initiative to pull out a walkie talkie. “Boss, we’ve encountered a hybrid on the road. Not sure how old she is, maybe late twenties? She’s a deer hybrid, has a few wounds, and she’s tagged. Your orders? Over.”

The pair waited half a beat before there was a response.

“Why would I want a hybrid?”

“She’s one of the valuable ones, sir. Maybe she can be useful. She was running quite fast before she blacked out. Doubt she’s been fed so to run at that speed on an empty stomach is impressive.”

There was a sigh on the other end of the line. “Fine, bring her in.”

You didn’t officially meet Graves until a week later when he finally paid you a visit.

He watched in concealed awe at the way you gracefully moved, even when you were confined to a bed. You stared up at him, your soft doe eyes burning holes. He found you strangely captivating and it was in that moment he realized you could be useful after all.

Your aim with a gun was surprisingly good. If Graves was going to keep you, he needed you to be capable of protecting yourself. He spent at least a few hours each day just watching you fire a round of shots. His presence was no longer required but you seemed to enjoy his company.

Apart from Graves and the two Shadows who picked you up off the road, you didn’t speak to anyone else. You were shy to the point where sometimes, you didn’t even utter a word to Graves.

Within months, it became apparent as to where your loyalties lay. You answered to Graves and him alone. To you, his words was the law. If a command did not come from Graves, you did not follow it.

Some people found it annoying… but Graves adored it.

You followed Philip Graves everywhere he went, which also meant you tagged along on his shared mission with the Mexican Special Forces Operator and Task Force 141.

BONUS

You were his personal sniper, a gun gifted by Graves strapped to your back.

���Who’s the pretty lass?” A Scottish man asked as you trailed behind Graves. He gazed at you curiously, tilting his head.

Graves barely spared him a look. “My sniper.” He cockily answered, an undeniable smugness to his sharp words. “You don’t need to know her name.”

There were questioning looks exchanged between the teammates before Graves clicked his fingers, effortlessly gaining your attention. He leaned down, fully aware of the eyes following his every move.

“Doe.” He uttered the pet name you were accustomed to. Then he spoke in a foreign language, one only you could understand. Then he pointed at a tree nearby. You didn’t need any further instructions as you stepped forward, grasping your rifle. The others watched with raised brows, patiently waiting for something to happen.

There was a loud bang as you pressed the sensitive trigger of your gun. The bullet flew through the air, hitting the tree with pinpoint accuracy. You fired three more shots, hitting the exact same spot and drilling a hole into the trunk.

With practised ease, you lowered the gun. You heard Graves chuckle before he spoke. “Trained her myself.” He beckoned you back to his side and you obeyed without another thought.

He wrapped an arm around your waist as an act of dominance to the others. “She listens to my commands and mine only so don’t think for a second that her loyalties will change.”

Graves reached out to grasp your necklace, showing it to the whole group. It was a heart with his name engraved on it. “She belongs to me and if any of you muppets even look at her funny, it won’t end well for you.”

[episodes-ff]

Strong Man

Happy Veterans Day, y'all! As a daughter and niece of veterans, I wanted to give you all a little treat. Especially after remembering Jacob was in fact in a military movie and Aaron plays a former military man. Also Reggie and Terry are Marine Corps men so why not have him join the fold. Enjoy!!!!

P.S. This is just a one-off where Armando always knew his father and joined the Marine Corps with his friends Terry and Reggie instead of leading the cartel...

Armando

Finishing the final strides to my barracks, I came back one last time to say goodbye to my family. "Ohhhh! He's growing so fast!" My uncle Marcus wailed sniffling into his tissue as my dad and I shook our heads. "Will you quit your nonsense, Marcus?" "I can't help it, Mike. He was just a little baby on your hip, now he's going to the Marines." He cried more and more as he suffocated me into a hug. "Don't you have your own family to say goodbye to?" I asked pointing out his daughter and wife as they hugged her boyfriend, Reggie." "Damn, Reggie! You're my nephew, man. I'm gonna miss you."

Chuckling, I hugged him before turning my attention over to my dad. "C'mere, man." He smiled on the verge of tears as he pulled me into a warm hug. "You're not turning soft on me are you, old man?" "I see you got jokes, son. This old man can still whoop yo lil Mexican ass." He chimed as we laughed together. Patting my back, he held my forehead to his and smiled. "I'm proud of you, son." "Thank you, papa. That means the world to me." Giving out all the last hugs and kisses I could afford, I dapped up Reggie before we grabbed our duffle bags and headed inside to start our new lives.

**MONTHS LATER**

Dapping up my boys, Terry and Reggie, I strapped on my gear as we chattered about our plans for the night on the way to our dorms. "So run it by me again, man? What's the plans?" "We hitting the bar on McIntosh in downtown. You in, Reggie?" "Nahhh, not tonight guys. I'm taking a visit to my lady." Reggie said holding his hands up in defense as we groaned. "Ohhhh, baby girl got you pussy whipped, huh?" Terry jibed while he nodded. "Aye, that's my wife you talking about. And yea, I like spending time with my baby." "Awwww, your babyyyy. Answer me this? When you gone make an honest woman outta Megan? It’s been long enough, bro." I said recounting when they met. "If she'll take me, hell tonight." He smirked flashing us the bright ring he had stored in his duffle. "Ohhhh shit! Now that’s what the fuck I’m talking about." Tee hooted as I smiled. "Tryna tell you young bucks, you gotta find the woman for you and her an honest one." "Young buck? Bro, we're the same age." "Hey, I'm just saying." "Whatever, man. Tell us how it goes." "Gotcha gotcha."

Throwing on my shirt, I threw on my watch and chain before hitting myself a couple times with cologne and grabbing my phone and wallet. Headed up to Terry's dorm, I sent a few raps to the door before waiting for his arrival. Watching him come out, I frowned my brows before laughing. "Bro, what the fuck do you have on?" I questioned analyzing his choice of attire. "Hey, what can I say? The ladies love coming to the gun show." He boasted pumping his swollen biceps as I shook my head. "Whatever, dickhead, let's go."

Pulling up to the club, we parked valet before heading in and taking our place at the bar. Ordering a couple beers, we waltzed over to the pool tables as we each scoped the scenery around us. Bumping my head to the music, I stopped squinting my eyes as they landed on this beautiful woman sitting at a booth with her friend. "Aye, I'll be right back." I said leaving Terry as I headed over. "I see ya, boy!" He hooted surrounded by thirsty women. Walking over, I stopped just behind her as friend looked up and smiled. "Well, hi there!" "How are you ladies tonight?" I said putting on the charm as she turned to fully face me. Gorgeous was an understatement with this one. "My name is Armando, and you are?" "My name is Laila and this is my girl, Diamonté." "Diamonté, huh? That's a very unique name." "Why thank you. I can say the same for you, Armando." "Oh can you?" I smirked eyeing her lustfully as I smoothly brought her hand up to my lips.

Terry

Watching my boy work his magic, I cheesed before bringing my attention back to the ladies surrounding me. "You said you're in the Navy, right?" "Marines, little mama." I flirted tapping her chin as she flushed red. "So is that how you got such big arms?" "Nah, I been working out long before I joined. Want me to demonstrate, baby?" Nodding nervously, I smiled a devilish grin before whisking her up into my arms and hitting some bicep curls as she giggled with her friends. Setting her down, I cheesed as they all flirtatiously offered their numbers.

Heading out of the bar with Armando in tow, we drove back up to base and signed in before heading up to our rooms for curfew. Whipping off my sweaty and smelly clothes, I tossed em in the laundry basket before taking another shower. Coming out, I let the steam wrap me in a warm embrace as I looked down at my phone to see if I had any missed notifications. Seeing none from the one girl I actually wanted to talk to, I clenched my jaw as I logged into Facebook. Smiling at the memories of old friends and family as they updated on their current lives, I tapped the search bar and smoothly typed her name. Watching her page come up at the top of the search as it always did, I tapped her profile breathing a ragged breath as an image of her with another man shadowed my view. Clearing my throat, I shook my head quickly logging out before tossing my phone to the side and laying down on my pillow. I can talk to all the girls in the world, it'll never compare to her.

Y'all the outpouring of love I've been receiving is truly heartwarming. I had truly given up on writing after the mishaps with my other stories and you guys are giving me the push to continue 🥹🥹🥹🥹

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[badnewswhatsleft]

scanned the little patrick interview from kerrang winter 2023<3

transcript under cut:

Patrick Stump’s mum is a methodical accountant who likes to plan ahead and think things through. She would bestow this organisational wisdom upon her son when he was growing up. When his band Fall Out Boy got signed, however, thereby kick-starting one of the most exciting trajectories of the past 20 years, Mrs Stump quickly realised there were limits to what she could assist him with.

“She said to me, ‘I can’t help you anymore - you’re beyond my area of expertise,’” Patrick recalls with a laugh.

In the years since, there has been no end of through-the-looking-glass moments for Fall Out Boy, a litany of incredible achievements highlighted by the ever-growing shows the Chicago four-piece - completed by bassist Pete Wentz, guitarist Joe Trohman and drummer Andy Hurley - have played. It’s an upscaling Patrick admits he still can’t fully process.

“I’m probably never going to get used to it, and I think I’m at peace with that,” he admits, taking time out backstage at Hamburg’s Barclays Arena on the band’s epic So Much For (Tour) Dust jaunt, which recently visited the UK.

Thankfully, Fall Out Boy will be back on these shores next summer, having been announced as headliners for Download Festival 2024, alongside Queens Of The Stone Age and Avenged Sevenfold. The news has given Patrick cause to reflect upon the pivotal shows and tours that have made FOB the band they are today, with a self-deprecating appraisal of the good times and the bad, the tiny gigs and the Hella Mega ones.

“A lot of my life makes sense to me, where I understand the various points of what happened and why, but there are moments with the shows we’ve played that make no sense at all,” Patrick reflects. “You go to arenas and they have pictures in the hallway of all the big artists that have played there, then they’ll have pictures of us, which sticks out to me!”

THE BAND’S FIRST-EVER SHOW AT DEPAUL UNIVERSITY CAFETERIA, 2001 “We were playing with some pretty cool math-rock and emo bands. When we got out there, we were horrible - I mean really terrible - and there were about three or four people there. I can’t remember what our band name was at the time - it wasn’t Fall Out Boy, and we were tossing some names around. I remember suggesting one of the names we had in mind to the drummer in one of the other bands and him telling me it sucked. We had a guitar player who I’d only met the week before and I’ve never seen since. I hope he’s doing good things. I heard he became a bike messenger. I cannot imagine a humbler beginning for a first show!”

FALL OUT BOY’S FIRST GIG WITH ANDY HURLEY, 2003 “I think it was with Andy’s other band, The Kill Pill. Andy played in both bands that night. It was a bigger show for us, opening for [Florida melodic hardcore band] As Friends Rust, and we didn’t have a guitar player, so I was playing guitar. It was weird because we were playing some newer songs, which stood out, so it felt like we’d started to actualise the band. I’m a drummer originally, so I was picky about drummers. But when we played with Andy, it was the first time that it felt right. I remember saying to a friend of mine who was there at the time that we were still a bad band then, and she said, ‘You guys couldn’t see it, but even then, it felt like the beginning of something.’”

THE FIRST UK TOUR, 2004 “One thing I remember was going to a Mexican restaurant, ordering tacos, and being unable to describe the things that arrived at the table - and not in a good way. That first UK tour was with Mest, and it was surreal. I think that might have been the first time I’d ever left the States, so going to another country felt like a big deal. When I got there, I realised the UK is similar in a lot of ways - particularly thanks to our shared musical history. One difference was that the venues all felt so much more punk rock than those in the States, with an unhinged basement vibe, which surprised me but was also thrilling.”

HEADLINING DECAYDANCE FEST AT THE HAMMERSMITH APOLLO, 2007 “I look back on some moments and realise they were bigger than I noticed at the time. The other bands on that bill - Panic! At The Disco, Gym Class Heroes, The Academy Is…, Cobra Starship - were all bands we’d played with a lot before that and were friends with, so at the time I thought, ‘Every show we do is Decaydance Fest!’ Then that moment in time was gone and I soon realised that it was crazy that we were able to get all those people together to do that show. You don’t necessarily realise you’re part of a thing when you’re part of a thing, so when I think back now, I’m amazed.”

THE LAST GIG BEFORE GOING ON HIATUS AT MADISON SQUARE GARDEN, 2009 “It was such a strange show. I had checked out at the time, and was busy thinking about solo stuff, but really I just wanted to make lots of music. One of the things that was crippling was making a record and then going on the road for two years to promote the record. For me, making records is what’s important, so the grind of having to make them so slowly was killing me. I was therefore in a bad space with the band. I think we were out with +44, and I remember Mark [Hoppus] shaving Pete’s head onstage. Pete had the famous haircut and that was the end of it. It was kind of a joke to do that, but it ended up proving to be fairly symbolic, as it really was the end to that whole moment.”

FALL OUT BOY’S FIRST GIG BACK AT SUBTERRANEAN, CHICAGO, 2013 “The whole thing happened so fast and so suddenly! We had a meeting in New York. The four of us met at our manager’s apartment and we talked about maybe getting together and seeing what happened. It was tense, actually, as we hadn’t talked to each other in a long time and there were all these old grievances - but there was also this sense that we were older and wiser. We put together some songs, and one of them was My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light Em Up). On the morning of the show, we appeared on a radio show and the whole station felt excited about the song. It felt like the beginning of a rollercoaster. That night, when we played Light Em Up, a song people could only have heard hours ago, the room exploded!”

CO-HEADLINING THE MONUMENTOUR WITH PARAMORE, 2014 “That was one of my favourite tours! Andy and I would do a drum-off, so we got to play together, which was a full-circle thing for me, as I had never got to play drums in front of people with the band before then - so that was fun! I remember thinking on that tour that we were really getting somewhere as a band. Our first show, we were a pretty bad band. For a while in the early days, we wrote better than we played, and we thought better than we wrote. But as time passed things really came together. That tour was a point where we felt that we were really getting somewhere. Plus, the audiences were great on that tour - incredibly excited and giving.”

HEADLINING WRIGLEY FIELD BASEBALL STADIUM IN CHICAGO, 2018 “When I was a kid, the height of my ambition was to play the [1,100-capacity] Metro in Chicago. I never thought in a million years that we’d get to play Wrigley Field - I didn’t even know that bands played there. It’s not a venue, it’s where the Cubs play. I’m still in disbelief that we’ve now played it three times! That doesn’t make any sense to me. The first time we did it was terrifying, but also familiar. We used to have an apartment in Roscoe Village, which is walking distance from Wrigley Field. I remember Pete and I writing [2003 single] Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy together, then we went jogging around Wrigley, and a group of drunk Cubs fans shouted ‘Fucking losers!’ at us. Being inside that structure years later, singing that song, was therefore so surreal.”

HAVING A FREDDIE MERCURY EXPERIENCE HEADLINING READING & LEEDS FESTIVAL, 2018 “I think about that regularly. I’m not a natural performer. I used to act, so I could act as a character, but I couldn’t really be me and sing onstage - that never used to be comfortable for me. I have this very specific memory of This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arms Race. There was this part where I sling my guitar to the stage and I’m just singing and having the crowd sing with me. The way they responded at that point made me suddenly think, ‘Oh, I can do this!’ I remember running towards the audience with the microphone and the life that came back at me just blew me away. When you have an audience like that, you’re Freddie fucking Mercury! I think about that on an almost daily basis when we’re on tour. That song has a whole different life now because of my experiences at Reading & Leeds.”

PLAYING THE HELLA MEGA TOUR WITH GREEN DAY AND WEEZER, 2022 “I couldn’t have been more obsessed with a band than I was with Weezer in 1998-’99, when I was in high school. Then, years later, they’re your buddies and you’re playing with them and they’re playing some of your favourite songs ever. That is so strange. One of my musical origin stories was in fifth grade, when this kid in the middle of class beckoned me over. We snuck under a table, and he puts headphones on me and he plays Dookie. I was like, ‘What is this?!’ On that tour, Billie Joe Armstrong said I was a really good singer. I’m still recovering from that.”

[ihavemanyhusbands]

SO ... i keep thinking a lot about the Ghoul, imagine him and the reader together on an adventure and her telling that she always watched Cooper's old films and that she was in love with him and that she would do crazy things to be able to spend a night with him (without knowing that Coop and the lovely Ghoul are basically the same person lol ) how do you think the dear reader would react when she found out?

Ooooooooh eu amooooo!!!! 🤭🤭

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“Yeah, right.” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. “You know, there’s better ways to try to get in my pants, if that’s what you’re doing right now…”

He scoffed, but grinned roguishly all the same. “Oh no, sweetheart, I ain’t lyin’ to ya. And besides, we both know I don’t even need to lie.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, still not fully trusting him even if you found his adamancy interesting.

“Alright then, prove it,” you challenged. “That scene from The Man From Deadhorse, you know, my favorite one. Let’s see it.”

Cooper shifted his weight from one foot to the other. It was the only indication that he was hesitating, not entirely wanting to relive it even if it meant proving something to you.

You raised your hands in mock surrender, grinning smugly. “You can even pretend I’m the bad guy, if that helps.”

He let out an amused huff and nodded, taking up the confident stance of the film’s hero. He looked down upon you as if he’d actually defeated you and had you at his feet.

“There’s an old Mexican eulogy… Feo, Fuerte y Formal,” he started off, and you froze on the spot. “Means you was ugly, strong, and had dignity.”

He unholstered his revolver and pointed it at you, his hazel eyes intense and severe.

“I’ll give you two out of three on that front.”

You stared at him as he stood there for another moment, gun wavering in the air between you. There was a taut line of tension between you that felt bound to snap at any second. Wildly, you even believed he might actually shoot.

Then suddenly, he put down his weapon and raised a hairless eyebrow at you. Your heart was pounding against your ribcage from adrenaline and elation… and you couldn’t help but feel stupidly starstruck all of a sudden.

“I-I don’t even know what to say,” you mumbled, your face heating up in embarrassment. “How did I never notice? Your voice is the same…”

He chuckled with smug satisfaction, holstering his gun. “How’s it feel knowing you’ve already fulfilled your fantasy, sweetheart?”

Your eyes glittered as you looked him up and down, looking for more clues of the man he was in the past. The chances of something like this happening was one in a million, so you knew you had to be the luckiest girl in all the wasteland.

But what you said was, “It feels like I’ve never wanted it more.”

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[theoutsiderscomfort]

Honestly guys prepare for angst because it’s time for

Johnny Cade Headcanons

Most people see Johnny as a scared little puppy but he is actually braver then people give him credit for

Sure he comes off as timid and anxious but when it comes to actually needing to do something scary, he doesn’t hesitate

He hands may be shaking afterwards but that doesn’t make him less brave

This guy has a massive appetite

If the Curtis brothers invite him over for dinner, they are making at least another chicken because Johnny can eat

He either has a big sweet tooth or doesn’t like sweets that much, I can’t decide which

He is friends with the cat that lives in the lot. He was there when it was a kitten and brought it food whenever he could

In exchange, the cat brought Johnny her kittens to show him

The cat still shows up in the lot looking for Johnny after the fire

I’m sorry I had to throw some angst into it

He is mixed. I can’t decide if he is half Mexican or something else along those lines

He can speak Spanish. He isn’t fully fluent but he knows enough to get through a basic conversation

The amount of times Two-Bit has asked him for swear words in Spanish, well Johnny lost count

He never tells Two-Bit any

Time for the neurodivergent headcanon before I throw y’all into the proper angst

I headcanon him as autistic

He hates crowds, not just because he has anxiety but because he finds them overwhelming

He however doesn’t mind when he goes to Buck’s with Dally because he knows Dally wouldn’t care if he wanted to leave 10 minutes after getting there

When Soda met him the first time, he went oh. He is like Ponyboy. Just immediately picked up on it.

His jean jacket is his comfort item. No matter the season, he is either wearing it or it’s nearby

Speaking of clothes, most of his clothes are hand me downs from the gang

Johnny doesn’t like taking the hand outs so the gang just leaves them at his house

They see him wearing the clothes a few days later

I also think he is dyslexic. It’s why he gets Ponyboy to read the book out loud at the church. Well that and also to beat boredom.

I don’t have anything to back this except my own thoughts

Angst time!

Johnny’s mom didn’t want a kid which is why she is the way she is to him and his dad

His dad blames him for making his mom an alcoholic, even though Johnny’s dad wanted a kid

Johnny’s parents didn’t care less if the hospital just put Johnny in the trash or something so Darry took over

Darry made sure that Johnny was near Dally

The gang all chipped in so Darry wouldn’t have to pay for all of it

I had so many more headcanons but I’m going to make myself cry if I finish the post.

Stay gold also kept playing while I was writing this so that didn’t help.

[aurorialwolf]

Y’all ever heard of epigenetics?

Okay, mildly (though some not) angsty parent!Darlin and parent!Sam headcanons for what their kid would be like (focusing on ages 15-19)

So; for starters, the name I chose for my lil guy, the son of Sam and Darlin, is Samuel Jr. Sylvester Collins-Barrera (Barrera being the last name I hc for my Darlin)

Also, my hc for Darlin is that they’re half or fully Mexican and can speak Spanish fluently

Gonna start off with average character stuff

- Everyone his age calls him Samuel, some of the older pack call him Junior, to differentiate from his father

- He’s fluent in Spanish, lies about it though to take a Spanish class to breeze through a couple credits for high school

- Now, this one depends on what mood I’m in, but he’s either a Freelancer or a Shifter before he gets turned (more on that later), orrr if I’m feeling real funky and wanna ignore some canon lore I make him a bit of a hybrid, able to shift but quite adept at freelancer magics

- Him and Darlin’ spar, so his combat ability is honed to the point of them being evenly matched by the time he’s 19, but he can never quite defeat them in a match

- When he gains access to his magic at 13, Sam teaches him some small magic, and starts teaching him healing, which he picks up quickly

- Eventually specializes in healing, with a minor in illusions and dabbles in elemental magic at D.A.M.N. (This is in the further future though so this isn’t in a timeline order or anything)

- He shifts accidentally for the first time at home with Sam, 3 days after the solstice, not a very fun experience :(, and Darlin isn’t home, so Sam kinda freaks out cuz he doesn’t know what to do

- Not going to discuss the other pack kid headcanons here much (different post perhaps?) but basically, David has a son, and Samuel (the kid I’m talking about in this post) has a crush on him (him being the son of David)

- Vivienne, Vincent’s daughter, and him are very close, both being kids of clan-less vampire parents, so they can relate to each other the most

- He’s just as much of a vigilante as Darlin was, which makes his parents very worried, but he can heal himself, and use magic, helping him be better off in fights

Okay, now for the angst!! Yay :D

- He and David argue a lot about his reckless actions, leading him to distance himself from David and act similarly to how Darlin did, albeit relying on the general pack much more

- This one requires a small explanation; in my headcanon of how kids of vampires work (since they kinda can’t reproduce in canon etc idk it’s weird), they still inherit the current blood of their vampire parent, as well as their parents original blood (I did take a bio class so ik it would prob be only their old blood bc of genes and gametes but it’s cooler this way lol), and if their parent’s blood is from a very strong old-blood, it can affect the child adversely when they reach the age of unlocking their magic

- Sooooo because Samuel Jr. has Solaire blood, he’s turned by his own blood trying to take over the rest of his body when he’s 15, and basically dies!! Coming back as a vampire ofc

- And this is massively depressing for Sam, like majorly,, because as his son dies in his arms he tries his best to heal him and fails, not to mention he’s now the reason his son has lost the same freedoms Sam did many years ago :(

- In my headcanon of how this works with being turned early and stuff I think Samuel Jr. continues to age until he’s physically about 19 ish

- Ofc Samuel is bitter asf and says some super vitriolic stuff to Sam, temporarily severely harming their relationship, though they make up afterwards

- While in bloodlust, Sam and Darlin try bringing him to pack stuff still, but he’s a danger to non-vampires, making things difficult

- David eventually starts to get protective of the pack, seeing him as a possible threat (does it get dehumanizing? Yeah a little bit) but David’s son doesn’t care, and hangs around Samuel even though it’s dangerous, letting him drink his blood

- At one pack event David can’t find Samuel or his son and gets a bit panicky, even though he tries to hide it, and gets Sam, eventually they find them both, David’s son (who is the same age as Samuel, my guy ain’t feeding on a child dw 🥲) sitting on a bed playing a game on his phone, with Samuel calmly drinking from his wrist

- David is confused and a little frustrated, but his son explains that Samuel still has enough control, and that just because he’s been turned doesn’t mean he should be outcasted even during bloodlust (though he’s a little bit wrong because Samuel really is a danger but yk,, it’s ok Samuel is trying really hard to be careful around him bc he still has the crush from when they were kids)

- David cares about Samuel I promise 🥲 but he’s very concerned for the general well-being of the pack

- Samuel, being a stubborn guy just like both his parents, refuses to accept that he’s a vampire and is unable to enter sunlight and does some.. very reckless experiments, essentially running into sunlight at pack gatherings when no one’s looking and having to be dragged back by one of the nearby shifters

- Eventually he finds a weird way to alter his own core with a lot of magic, but he’s not really altering it, it’s more like his core never fully changed because he only had >49% Solaire blood so it didn’t have full effect (that does mean Vincent’s daughter got fully turned though 😔) so he can oddly change between forms, still having many disadvantages ofc (mary sue? Nooooooooo why would I do that :3 I just like multi-faceted powerful folks yeeeup) like sensitivity to sunlight, and a hard limit on how long he can retain his humanity (he can seem totally human / a shifter / a freelancer for about 2 hours until his hold on the magic keeping his core the right way slips)

- So once he’s around 17 he’s got a good hold on his magic, having reaccessed it after his experiments when he was 16 ish

- ..this does mean he’s a pretty crazy fighter now after a while of practice

Nowwwww who remembers me mentioning epigenetics way at the beginning of this lol (I promise I’m almost done but he’s my favourite redacted oc 😞)

- Fair warning this may imply that Darlin has the ability to birth so erm if that isn’t your cup of tea that’s totally okay and you can ignore this bit

- Basically Darlin’s epigenetics are passed onto him, and he has some major mental baggage because of it, being far more prone to mental health problems :(

TW: ALCOHOLISM

- He also copes very unhealthily with his problems by drinking, so much so that he swears off alcohol and stays sober when he’s only 20 and still can’t drink legally (in the US at least) :((

tw over it’s ok to read now

Okay okay that’s it for now I know I blabbered so much just now immm sorrryyyyy 😞

I will be posting more because there is a lot more to this little canon divergent thingy of mine !! Been having this in my brain for almost two years now but felt it was too.. idk.. self indulgent? Cuz I made him a littleeee too powerful and cool 😔 but I give him disadvantages so it’s ok ✅!!

[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 10

Hello! So I’m wondering if people aren’t seeing my posts, I got someone on one these (don’t remember if it was this one or Roads...but they said that somehow they had missed the last three). I also noticed that a couple of the writing tags *I* follow didn’t update when they put out a new part of their story, I only noticed that they put it out because I dig through the #steddie tag several times a day.

So let me know if you’re still seeing my tags or not.

The application process has begun! Just a note on Argyle’s last name. The fandom doesn’t have one for him and they usually don’t give him one. It took a lot of research (the character looks Native American but the actor is an American born to two Mexican parents.) So after some seriously thought I landed on Rivera.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3  Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8  Pt 9

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The first guy’s name was Keith Langston and he had been learning to tattoo through buying large swaths of pig skin. The guy’s portfolio was entirely of pig skin tattoos.

“Have you ever tattooed human skin or on a live person?” Steve asked looking over the portfolio turning each page slowly. “It can even be yourself. Or even just drawing on yourself?” He added, because that’s how he got into tattooing.

Keith scoffed. “That’s what I’m here for. To tattoo other people. I only go to the best to get my body tattooed.”

Steve smiled. “And who are your favorite artists?”

Keith rolled his eyes. “Like only the greats. Leonard Killgrave, Ollie Peterson, Trent Sullivan. You know, those guys.”

How Steve managed to avoid wincing, he could only attest to years of customer service. Because he had never heard of any of them. And Hopper was no slouch in the social aspect of being a tattoo parlor owner. He knew most of the shop owners and good portion of the artists under them. They weren’t from Indy that was for sure.

And then it hit him. They weren’t from Indy. They were probably from Chicago or New York, maybe even Boston. This prick was traveling out of state to get his tattoos.

“I see,” was all Steve said. They talked some more about Keith’s abilities and where he hoped to be in five years.

“Well, you got to where you are in five years,” Keith sneered. “I fully expect to world renowned in that time.”

Steve’s eye twitched. “Thank you so much for your time.” He handed back the portfolio and didn’t even bother to stand.

Keith stormed off muttering about asshole douchebags who thought they were still in high school.

Yeah, Steve was not hiring Keith.

The next one was Eden Bingham. She was the Goth chick with the fluffy black hair and the piercings.

“Hello,” she greeted as Steve stood up to shake her hand.

“Hi,” he said, “tell me about yourself.”

Turned out she was Suzie’s older sister. She had moved out from Utah to get away from her strict parents and to be closer to Suzie after she married Dustin. Suzie was the one that had told her that he was looking for an apprentice and to try for it.

During the course of the interview, Steve was a little disappointed. Eden was good. Damn good in fact. And had been tattooing her friends and roommates for the last year, indie style. But he knew their personalities would clash so hard. And it wasn’t about the aesthetic. It wasn’t.

But he knew where she would flourish though and made a note to have Robin call Hop. Hop’s most recent apprentice had moved up to a chair and chose to move to Chicago to purse their career there and needed a new apprentice.

He thanked her for her time, stood up and shook her hand.

“Hey, look,” he said gently. “I don’t think you would be happy apprenticing under me.”

She smiled. “Probably not.”

“But I know someone who’s just barely had a spot open up,” Steve explained. “He hasn’t had time to put out feelers yet. I think you’d two would be a better fit.”

Eden’s eyes went wide. “Really? You’d do that for me?”

Steve nodded. “And not just because you’re Suzie’s sister, either. Because I think you’re good and deserve a shot. Even if it isn’t with me.”

“Thanks!”

He walked out with her to get Hopper’s number and address. She walked out talking excitedly to Suzie on the phone.

Robin bumped his shoulder. “That was nice of you.”

Steve blushed. “Hop will love her.” He looked at the remaining two. “Who’s next?”

“Argyle Rivera,” she murmured.

Steve turned to him. “Argyle, come on back.”

Argyle leapt to his feet. “Brochacho! I’m super excited.”

Steve smiled and led him to the back room. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Argyle handed him his portfolio. “I think it’s so cool you asked for a physical portfolio, dude. Most cats only want a link to some website.”

Steve grinned. “I don’t mind those, it’s just harder to talk while scrolling.”

Argyle grinned back. “Yeah.”

Steve opened it up to see the most beautiful Mexican styled tattoos he had ever laid eyes on in his life. Growing up in Hawkins made for a very thin Latino or Hispanic population so he didn’t see much of this kind of work, but he had always admired it.

“This is amazing,” he breathed. “How long have you been doing this?”

Argyle blushed. “I haven’t really done much. I used marker for the most part because permanent isn’t really my style, bro. But I’ve done a couple stick and poke stuff that was fun. And I am all about the fun. So a friend suggested I should try for this.”

“So you’ve never used an ink gun?” Steve asked.

Argyle shook his head. “Nope!”

Steve and Argyle talked for a bit longer and Steve was really impressed with how open and outgoing he was.

“How do you feel about doing tattoos not in your usual style?” he asked. This was the kicker for most artists.

Argyle lit up. “That would be awesome to learn how to do, dude! I love my style but branching out is what life is all about.”

“And how would you feel about starting off only doing simple tattoos, like the small ones or basic designs?” Steve asked.

Argyle’s face spread out into the biggest grin. “Everyone’s got to start out somewhere, my man!”

Steve was really leaning towards Argyle now. Which was too bad, because he really liked the spunky blonde. No, no, not like that.

He led Argyle back to the reception area and then Robin called the last out. “Chrissy Cunningham.”

Steve smiled at her. “Come on back.”

She jumped up and followed him. “You aren’t going to murder me for the no tattoo remark, are you?” she asked with a grin and a wink.

Steve burst out laughing. “If I killed everyone that thought that, Indy would be down three-fifths of its tattoo artist population.”

She laughed too. “Fair enough.”

“And since we’re on the topic,” he said, indicating for her to sit down, “you don’t look the type anymore than I do.”

She grinned. “I got my first tattoo when I sixteen. My mom didn’t want me cutting my hair so much so that I told her either let me cut my hair or let me get a tattoo, she let me get the tattoo.”

Steve’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit! I’ve never heard of that. It’s hair. It grows back.”

Chrissy grinned. “Her words were ‘At least a tattoo could be covered up, I’d have to look at the terrible hair cut!’.”

“That is fucking insane!” Steve said. “Can I see it?”

She nodded and pulled up her shirt sleeve. Steve could see the nine (yes nine, Pluto counts) planets and at the top was a howling fox.

“That’s cool,” he said. “Can I see your portfolio?”

She handed it over and Steve looked at it. She didn’t seem to have a firm style yet.

He found out they had both gone to Hawkins High. “Wait, no way.”

She nodded. “We all knew who Steve Harrington was. The basketball players all wanted to be him and all the cheerleaders wanted to be with him.”

Steve blushed into his hands. “Oh god that’s awful.”

Chrissy laughed. “Well, most of the cheerleaders anyway.”

“Not you?” he guessed.

“Kind of a large lesbian,” she said with a grimace. “Makes it a tad difficult.”

Steve laughed. “Fair enough.”

He talked with her a bit and then led her out like he had done with Eden and Argyle. He said goodbye and locked the door up behind him.

He turned to Robin. “What did you think of them? Be honest. They probably said a whole lot while they were waiting their turn.”

Robin nodded. “Argyle got Eden’s number.”

Steve burst out laughing. “Yeah, okay I needed that. Did he really?”

“Oh yeah,” Robin said. “It was mildly hilarious how well they hit it off. You couldn’t find a weirder couple.”

Steve put his hand over his heart in mock protest. “Have you supplanted our relationship as the weirdest ever? I’m hurt. Hurt I say!”

Robin laughed so hard she snorted. “All right you drama queen, weirdest romantic couple. How’s that?”

Steve beamed at her. “Perfect!”

She laughed again, shaking her head. They talked about the two candidates and both were really good.  

“I don’t want to pick between them,” Steve whined, hitting his head on the desk.

“So don’t.”

Steve lifted his head. “What do you mean?”

Robin licked her lips slowly. “Steve, I’ve been doing the numbers, if we add in the potential of what they can bring in, by the time school starts back up again not only will we have enough to pay for both of them to stay on, but Erica too, and the new receptionist.”

Steve jerked back. “Wait, what?”

She nodded. “I’m not lying, dingus. I’ll swear on it. In fact, we could probably hire the new receptionist by July.”

His eyes went wide. “Really?”

Robin took his face in her hands. “You are open and friendly. First timers and people who are just nervous in general love coming to you because you put them at ease. People who just want to get a tattoo as memorial or just as a one-time thing, love coming to you. There is this whole untapped market that you accidentally slid into and made it your own. We just need more people so you and I can enjoy our lives for a change.”

Steve blinked. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Robin said. “You are so good at this. Don’t sell yourself short. You deserve this.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. Let’s do it. Call them both and have them come in tomorrow at nine so that we can go over a few things and have them learn how to open.”

Robin nodded. “Sounds good.” She picked up the phone and started doing just that.

Steve watched her with a growing smile on his face. He had a really good feeling about this summer.

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I figured as controlling as Chrissy’s mom was in the show about her weight, she would be controlling about the hair too. And ngl this is exactly what my oldest sister did to my youngest niece. It’s hair. It’ll grow back. Nope. The tattoo on my niece’s arm is the one I described here.

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[bubbbii]

…Princess? Pt2

title : …Princess? Pt2

pairing : Jungkook x Reader

genre : Kpop smut, Jungkook smut, BTS smut, dirty content

warning : doggystyle, spanking, spitting, degrading, praising, name - calling, spanking, dirty talk, daddy kink, choking, multiple orgasms, fingering, very dirty content

summary : you and jungkook managed to talk and laugh with your friends without letting them know a thing about the heated time y’all had not to long ago..but things take a turn when you all are out to eat and Jungkook gets the jelly’s all over him. And you saw it. So with you and Lisa’s help you show him, who’s ‘bitch’, you are.

[REQUESTED PART 2]

!PURELY FICTION! !NOT REAL!

do not steal story or idea without permission please and thank uu :)

Let’s go <3

*it’s gonna be a long one ;)*

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“How’s the food guys?” “Good as always!? Jin is officially the chef of the group” “of course I am who else would cook for you?” they group laughed as Jin and Namjoon went up in the kitchen. Y/n and Jungkook sat close to each other, eating normally. “You think we cleaned it good?” “looks spotless” Jungkook responded to her quietly, still eating. Y/n sighed, shifting in her seat as she felt Jungkook’s hand massage her thigh to calm her down.

That’s officially Jungkook’s go to spot.

“So, have we found a restaurant for tomorrow?” “We were thinking Mexican” “Rose you were the only one babe” Y/n said, making the table chuckle as y/n smiled at Rose’s irritated face. “How about..ooh, italian?” they all looked at Hoseok and Jimin’s excited face. “How can i resist? Italian is the bomb!” “SO THATS A YES!?” Jimin said excitedly, since he was beside me he squeezed my hand making me chuckle at his excitement. “I’m in” he clapped his hands making us laugh.

“Yea let’s do it! They got reservations for 4” “Perfect!” me and Jimin said together, giving each other high fives. “Alright 4 we’ll be there by 3:50” we all nodded, continuing to eat. “So uh..we’re sharing a bed tonight?” “Jungkook” “Please?” Y/n looked at him, seeing his puppy, doe eyes making her huff. “Fine” Jungkook cheered in silence, getting up to take our empty bowls to the sink where Hoseok was.

I locked eyes with Lisa, seeing her smirking at me as she took a mouth full of noodles in her mouth. I talked to her with my eyes and she nodded, understanding me fully. Fuck, she caught on. She looked around before getting up and squatting down next to me which was in between me and Jimin. “Looks like you got your freak on” she whispered to me, smirking as I glared at her chuckling face.

“Ok..yea I - I thought i could resist!” “Y/n! Face it baby - you like him! and that’s ok!” Lisa whispered, putting her hands on top of mine. “You need to learn to stop holding onto your feelings and trying to push them away! It’s not healthy..but lucky for you, i know what’s going on” I sighed, leaning back into my chair as I thought about me and Jungkook. “Lisa..I don’t know-“ “You do know! Y/n stop fighting it!” Y/n looked at her best friend’s eyes, knowing that she was indeed fighting her feelings.

“Ok..Ok - yea maybe I am” “This could be your happy ending - don’t let the negative thoughts build a barrier of what you truly want! You want Jungkook…and Jungkook wants you too” I smiled softly, seeing him and Hoseok clean the dishes and laughing. “Yea..Yea I-I do” “Then make it happen” Lisa said, smiling at me before getting up and going back to her seat. I sighed again, remembering her words and hummed to myself.

Maybe I do need to stop fighting it.

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“Alright, i’m done you can go in there now” Y/n announced to Jungkook, going out the bathroom with her pj’s on and felt his eyes on her. She stopped at the bed, giving him her eyes. “..You ok?” “Im hard” Her eyes widened at the blunt response. “What!? HOW!?” “How could I not!? You’re fucking hot look at you!” Y/n huffed, rolling her eyes in irritation. “Cold showers help with that-“ “and releases help with that too” he said, smirking at her.

Y/n glared at him. seeing him getting himself out of under the covers and his hard cock was standing tall in his sweats. “You…are already getting on my nerve” “Love you too” He said smiling widely. She groaned to herself, slowly getting on the bed and laid beside him. “No, you aren’t getting a blowjob, you’re getting a handjob instead” “Why not!?” “Do you wanna come or not!?” “Ok ok!” She sighed, taking off his sweats and her hand made its way to the tip of his cock.

She stroked it, hearing his moans and whimpers fill the big room we were in. “Fuck..baby - oh my god. Your hand feels fucking amazing” “It should, I bet one of your bitches couldn’t do this could she?” “S-Stop that, fuck” She did rough thrusts, her hands meeting with the full balls of come every time she stroked it. Jungkook loved every minute of this, not wanting the magical moment to end. “Yes yes yes - just like that, just like that don’t stop, don’t stop i’m gonna come soon”

“Daddy we just started” “I can’t help it when you’re stroking me like that - how the hell do you know how to do this!?” “I’ve practiced my skills..just for you” he raised an eyebrow at her, making her hand stop. “Who was you practicing on?” “It won’t matter because you’re impressed and that’s all that matters, now just focus on coming” Y/n’s hand continued doing her magic and making Jungkook’s moans grow louder.

“Yes yes yes i’m gonna come, i’m gonna come” “Oh come for me you can do it” She whispered in his ear, her hand going faster and Jungkook orgasmed all over her hand and arm, jolting his hips at the sight. “Oh wow..I know that felt good” “It did, thank you” “of course” She responded, kissing him before the door was knocked on. “Y/N! Someone’s here to see you” Her eyebrows furrowed, getting up clean her hand and arm. “Who-“ “I don’t know” Jungkook cleaned himself and followed Y/N out the door and down the steps.

“Who is it-“ the man interrupted Y/N’s sentence, standing still as she looked in the man’s eyes. “What are you doing here Jack?” “JACK!? THE GUY WHO CHEATED ON YOU JACK!?” y/n sighed, rolling her eyes at Jin’s outburst as she went back to Jack. “Y/N! Hey uh..can we talk?” “Yea no she’s good” Eveyrone looked at Jungkook, including y/n looking at his eyes who were strictly on Jack’s. “And who are you?” “Jack what are you doing here!?” Y/N interrupted, going towards him with Jungkook closely behind her.

“I just need to talk to you please! In private!” Jack said, glaring at the group who was behind her. “First of all-“ “Hobi” Y/N assured, looking at him making him back down a little bit. “Talk to me here. What is it?” “I wanna get back together! Please!” “Oh hell nah” Lisa said, standing next to me. “I will be damned to witness you hurting her godamn heart again. YOU TORE IT INTO SHREDS!” “lisa-“ “NO! JACK GET THE FUCK OUT!” “WHO ARE YOU YELLING AT!?” “Aye” Jungkook’s voice echoed the room, his eyes glaring into Jack’s now nervous ones.

Jungkook got in front of Y/N, towering Jack. “You need to get out of here. Now” “Listen man-“ “You heard him” Namjoon stepped in, standing in front of the group also beside Jungkook. “Hold on now!” “We’re not gonna say it again” Namjoon said, both men crossing there arms as they looked down at Jack. “Back..the fuck up. And go back to where the fuck you came from” Jack huff, stomping to his car and Namjoon slammed the door shut.

“Let’s get to bed, we got a long day tomorrow” we all nodded, Jungkook taking Y/n’s hand up to the bedroom they were sharing and everyone went to bed.

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Y/N POV

-4 pm-

“Welcome guys! How’s everyone today!?” We all nodded, saying ‘good’ with smiles on our faces. “Wonderful can I get you started on something to drink starting with one person at a time?” Hoseok went first, ordering his stuff as I continued to look at the menu. Jungkook, of course, was sitting next to me with his hand, of course, massaging my naked thigh. “I’ll get whatever you’re getting” “You want the Strawberry Margarita?” Jungkook’s eyes widened, looking at me.

“What?” “I could get the medium and we can share” He huffed, running his hands through his hair. “I thought you were getting a coke or something?” “Ain’t no one want no damn coke what is this Mcdonald’s?” Lisa said, making me and Rose chuckle and Jungkook sigh. “Yea - alright i’ll take it” “good because you need to step up your drinking game” “I do drink!” I looked at him, seeing him look away immediately at the lie he told. “That’s what I thought. Yes i am ready!” I said to the waiter getting the menu out.

“Can I get…a Strawberry Margarita please?” “Ooh the Margarita that’s one of our favorites to make, are there any chances to the drink beautiful?” I blushed a bit ay the nickname thrown in there, me and the waiter looking at each other before i cleared my throat. “U-Uh, yes can you add more lime to that? Oh and can you make it big for 2 people to share?” “Copy that” “Thank you” I mannered, smiling at him before he went to the rest of the table.

I sighed, looking at Jungkook’s perked up face, seeing Jealousy everywhere. “You ok?” “He looked at me, jaw clenched visible and tongue poking his cheek. “Oh yea i’m good…just, planning what imma do to him when he comes back” My eyes widened, looking at Lisa who was on the other side of him. “What are you talking about?” “Y’all fucking flirted in front of me” “We did not flirt it was called accepting a compliment! Besides..we aren’t, together, yet” I said, crossing my arms.

“I know but-“ “Then my options are to kept open. Until you decide to tell me what this is i have every right to talk to whoever I want to. Besides…I know you’re talking to some other bitches too” Jungkook, slowly nodded, jaw clenching again and his tongue poking out his cheek once more. I sighed, looking at Rose as her eye widened. “Well that was intense” “Tell me about it” I whispered back, sitting back in my chair before the waiter came back with the drinks.

“Here are your drinks ladies and gentlemen i will be back to pick up food orders” we thanked the man who was passing our drink around one by one. Then he got to me. “One Margarita for one pretty lady” “Awwh thank you” I said, both of chuckling as he passed all of the drinks before leaving. I looked at Jungkook, seeing him..not, in the table’s conversation.

I cleared my throat, scooching the drink over in between us and tapped his leg. “Cmon, it’s good” I said, drinking some. “Damn…that’s strong” “Tell me about it” “Did he put extrema alcohol in this?” “It’s like he said..one margarita for one special lady” i glared at him for mocking the waiter, both of us continuing to drink the delicious item in front of us.

Soon the waiter came back and everyone began to order there food, then it came to me. “And for you my lady?” “I don’t know what I want” I said to him as he came over to me. The table rather seemed busy, not really keeping an eye on me and the waiter. Well, except Jungkook’s jealous ass. “There’s so many options I don’t know which one to choose” “Well,” the waiter grabbed our a little menu, bending over above me to open it for me. “I always have this just in case someone is having trouble ordering…and i could put it on the house if you like”

I smiled at him, seeing his generous smile back. “Nooo seriously?” “Of course Love, now i recommend-“ “She’ll have the steak..with the special sauces. With the well done cooked fries” Jungkook stepped in irritatingly, glaring at the waiter. “Is that what-“ “He read my mind haha! I actually do want that” “Perfect, you want all sauces?” “Yes please I would love to try them all” I said, smiling as he copied it on his notebook. “I gotchu, it’s on its way” “Thank you again this was helpful” “Of course love” He smiled at me before going back to where he came from.

I turned to Jungkook, seeing him already look at me. “Awwh look at you two, ‘of course love’. Ew” “Jungkook- I told you this already” “And we went over it. Y/N…I like you, ok? Fuck everything else - do you know how many bitches was in my phone huh?? I love you Y/n…I thought we agreed on that” I gulped, looking at him with soft eyes. “Kook-“ “Do you not love me!?” “Of course I love you! What kind of question is that!? I just…I don’t wanna get heartbroken again” I said, sighing before leaning back in my chair.

I felt a hand grip my thigh, trying to get my attention. “Look at me doll” I looked at him, seeing his eyes turn softly from my red ones. “I’m sorry ok? Look - i didn’t mean to turn this into a big deal, we will talk when we get home. For now,” he scooted me closer, wrapping an arm around my lower waist. “Let’s have a good time alright” I nodded, looking at him as we smiled at each other. I stroked his cheek, taking in all features. “Yea..ok” He kissed my head before drinking the margarita we’re sharing.

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The rest of the night went smoothly and the waiter actually gave me his number…but Jungkook being Jungkook took it and threw it in the trash can. We all made it back home after exploring the city and and stood around the house. “That food was crazy..crazy” “I know right!? I’m still kinda hungry tho” “Ohh i heard there’s a fair happening not to far from us!” “THE SEOUL FAIR! EVERYONE’S THERE ITS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!” We looked out the windows and saw people crowding, and a ferris wheel up in the air.

“Let’s go people!” Everyone went out in the garage and Lisa looked at me. She went to me, both of us seeing Jungkook go up the stairs. “You guys solve things, we’ll meet you at the fair and remember..don’t, fight it” I nodded before she took my things with her and left with the rest. I sighed, taking my shoes off before going up the stairs and into the bedroom we shared.

“Kook?” I called out, seeing him in the bathroom. I went in to see him unbuttoning his shirt. “Hey” He looked at me, putting up a soft smile. “Whats up” “..I wanted to talk about what happened at the restaurant today” I said, stopping the movements as I grabbed his hand. He sighed, nodding and looked at me. “I see us, of course I see us. I see us together always. And I..really wanna be with you” “I wanna be with you too! Look the waiter - the waiter meant nothing ok. Because,” my mind changed moods quick as my hands roamed against his muscular chest and wrapped my arms around him.

“Im your bitch and your bitch only” I whispered, biting my lip as i felt his hands roam my ass, groping it afterwards. “Oh yea? Repeat that?” he slapped my ass, me on the other hand did not see that coming. “I’m daddy’s bitch” “Oh i love to hear it” he gripped my throat before I kissed him, pulling him closer to me and he lift me up to put me on the bed. His hand travelled down my clothed pussy, putting pressure making me moan out loud, my hands gripping his shoulders.

“Oh she’s wet for me, she’s wet for me isn’t she” “Yes i’m wet for you, im wet for you daddy please” he started grinding on me, putting pressure all over making me moan even louder. “Yes! Yes fuck me, just fuck please” He chuckled, smirking at me as he took off every single clothing…and ripped every single clothing of mine. “JUNGKOOK WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT-“ he kissed me, shutting me up. “I’ll buy you more i did last time” He whispered, scooting me further on the bed and wrapped my legs around his neck before looking at me.

“This is gonna get..messy, real quick” “I’m excited” He responded before sucking me dry, moaning at the taste as I was on a screaming roll. Literally. “Jungkook - oh my god. What…fuck!” “What’s wrong doll” He asked as he continued to eat me out like a wild animal. “How…how the fuck - OH MY..RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE!” He continued to suck on that spot, moving his head around and tongue fuck me deeper. My hands travelled down his hair and moved his head around.

I could tell he loved it.

“Daddy..fuck!” “You’re gonna come princess?” “Stop calling me that!” “What? That’s what you are..right?” i whined, throwing my head back knowing I loved the name so much. “Come for me doll, fuck you’re soaked” My hips were squirming on its own, my moans getting louder as some turned into whimpers at my orgasm nearing. “I’m coming…i’m com-fuck!” I came all over his face, hearing his moans of satisfaction as he sucked all of my juices.

“Ooh thats a good girl, good job” He licked me clean, licking his lips as he smirked at me. “You..shit” he smiled, kissing my jaw and neck making me hum at the little pleasure he’s giving me. “Only for my special lady” I slapped his shoulder making him laugh at the joke. He rubbed his dick against my pussy, making me huff at the hard dick i felt. “You like that dick? You feel it?” he slowly put it in making my mouth parten. “Oh my god - shit. Yes yes yes” I hissed as the whole thing in me was inside and i clenched like crazy.

“Fuck clenching already” He leaned over me, rolling his hips before snapping his and fucking me roughly which sent me flying. “OH MY - YES! Yes yes yes fuck me like that, fuck me like that!” “Oh you like that? Yea my baby likes that cock she knows that little bitch couldn’t fuck her like I can, he couldn’t fuck my little bitch like i can” “No never daddy..never - fuck” He pinned me down by the hips and abruptly fucked me, the bed rocking like crazy.

He is a monster. Literally.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck - SHIT! Right there, right there daddy right there!” “Found her prostrate didn’t I” His pace slowed but his thrusts became forceful. I went crazy. His low whimpers turned me on so much, everything he was doing was…all right. He choked me, gripping my neck as he fucked me. “Daddy i’m getting close again…daddy” “My baby’s gonna come again hm? Like a little slut you’re greedy for that dick aren’t you, that dick hitting that pussy like that” His dirty talk was on another level.

i couldn’t hold it much longer.

“Im coming, im coming!” I coated his dick white, hearing him chuckle as he looked down and continued to fuck me at the same time. “Look at my baby just a cum dump tonight huh? Just being a cum dump for me. I love this side of you” He turned me over with no warning, propping my hips up and smacked my ass. “That ass is something else…i don’t know how I’m gonna control myself” He smacked it again and groped my bruised hips and violently fucked me. He’s a godamn animal!

“JUNGKOOK! OH MY GOD! I just came I just came listen-“ He pushed my head down onto the pillow, muffling my words as his moans got louder..and his pace got quicker. His thrusts…getting more powerful. “Shut up, oh my god i’m getting close” His pace got quicker, hearing his moans turn into groans. “Yesss fuck - stop fucking clenching, shit” I clenched all around him, moaning like crazy as I felt his dick fucked in and out of me. “Come in me daddy, come in my pussy daddy” I moaned out, feeling him grip my hair and yank my head up.

“You dirty fuck - you want me to come in that pussy? Filling you up?” “Yesss daddy I want it, I want it come in me!” I moaned out, looking in his eyes upside down as my pussy clenched tightly around him uncontrollably. “Oh fuck - yea i’m gonna come. I’m gonna come in that pussy - fuck” His thrusts became violent, gripping my hair harder before painting my walls white. He whimpered, fucking me slow with powerful thrusts making me whine at the sensitivity.

“Fuck there you go, taking every fucking drop of that shit” he rasped out, slowly taking it out and we breathed heavily as Jungkook flipped me over on my back. “You’re an animal…you’re a fucking animal” I breathed out, breathing heavily as he smirked at my statement. “Thank you, i know you like it” i smirked making him chuckle and we kiss softly, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“You’re so pretty…my pretty girl, she’s so sexy” He whispered, kissing every inch of my body, even making hickeys and marks over it as well. Even sucking boobs a little as well. “She belongs to me, all me and me only” I smiled at the sweet kisses I was receiving and he got down to my hood. I glared at his trouble making face as i knew what he was up to. “Jungkook no!” “i’m not gonna go rough i’ll just..i’ll take my sweet time!” “Jungkook no i’m serious!” “Please?” I hufffed, my nose flaring before he slowly started sucking my clit.

He did take his precious time, sucking with love and gentleness. “Ok..I could live with this. Just wish you did this more often” “Oh hush” He responded, looking up at me as he sucked me out slowly, lapping his tongue against the beat up pussy. Aka, Jungkook’s problem. “Mmh fuck, just like that” “Yea?” My hands traveled to his hair, pushing it back with my fingers as his tongue flicked against my clit. “Mmh i’m close, im getting close” “Come for me angel” I moaned louder, biting my lip lower lip before my hips jolting at the orgasm. “Ooh good girl, you got it” I took deep breaths, calming myself down from the 3 orgasms I had.

He licked me clean and his lips clean before sitting up straight. We looked at each other, chuckling before he kissed my forehead sweetly. “The fair isn’t far from here pretty sure they decided to walk..you wanna go ahead and go?” “Yea give me a minute to uh - get myself together after getting fucked and having 3 orgasms” He smiled at my sarcasm, kissing me softly before getting himself together.

“I’ll be at the fair, you sure you’re ok?” I hummed, nodding smiling at him. He grabbed his things and kissed me softly. “Are you sure you’re ok?” “I’m fine! Go i’ll be there to meet you all” he nodded, kissing me one more time before going towards the door. He stopped, looking at me making me chuckle at his cuteness.

“I love you” “And I love you more”

[meekahy]

Nightmare

HIIIIII, I've got a Folio fic for you. I'm sorry they're always so short, but believe me, I have lots of feeling and fic ideas.

If you like, you guys can always request something and I'll write you something <3

You have always had anxiety and panic attacks. You’re just a nervous person, you can’t help it. 

It had been a very good day despite that. 

You had the day off, got pedicures and Mexican food with your mom. Nick came over afterwards for dinner and movies. He made an All-American meal: steak, potatoes, and corn. Nick was a really good cook, the best steak you’ve ever had. He let you pick the movie and you made him watch Pride and Prejudice, one of your favorites. Half way through the movie, Nick was fully on Elizabeth’s side, making comments on the movie like, “how dare she/he?!” depending on the situation of the movie. It made your heart flutter.

After, you brushed your teeth, got into more comfy clothes (or lack thereof) and climbed into bed. You both fell asleep rather quickly, with Nick on his back and you melted into his side, and his arms wrapped firmly around you, rubbing your back to help you fall asleep easier. 

Which is exactly what was happening now. Your head was laying on his chest, where you can hear the rhythm of his heart, your arms wrapped around his middle, and his hands rubbing circles up and down your back. You fell asleep quickly, due to Nick’s expert hands massaging you. 

A few hours later, you felt your heart rate rise and then your eyes shot open. Hyperventilating, your eyes lock with Nick’s, who was trying to grasp what was happening. 

It took Nick a few split seconds to realize you had a nightmare. He grabbed your arms gently, rubbing them up and down. 

“Look at me. Focus on my eyes,” you looked up into his eyes as he continued, “Good job. Now, just keep focusing on me, angel. Everything is going to be okay,” Nick breathed.

He pulled your small hands into his big ones, squeezing as he noticed the breath you're holding in.

 “Babe, breathe with me okay?” You nodded quickly. “In and hold, out and hold. Good, keep going.” 

When you finally got your breathing regulated, your anxiety went down to minimum. Nick, still holding your hands whispered, “Are you feeling okay, now?” When you nodded, he continued, “Do you want to go back to sleep or watch a movie?”

“Movie,” you said as you pulled him closer into a hug, “Thank you, Nick. I’m forever grateful for you.”

Nick just buried his head into the nape of your neck, and held you closer, “You don’t have to thank me, angel. I’d do anything for you.”

If you were able to pull him any closer, you would. 

During the movie, you fell asleep against Nick’s side. He carried you back to bed, laid you down, and crawled into bed next to you. He moved the hair out of your face delicately, placing a kiss to your forehead. You subconsciously smiled at the notion. Nick smiled back and wrapped his arms around you as he drifted off to sleep.

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[wulvercazz]

Thinking about dancer Grimmjow a lot🫢💦 and maybe artist Ichigo 🥺💕

Ichigo who’s always looking for inspiration, always a sketchbook and some sort of graphite or pen on hand; drawing strangers is great practice after all.

Him sitting outside a dance studio, perhaps? 👀 idk yet exactly what kind of dancer, but I imagine Grimmjow would do something that requires a lot of elasticity and movement. He’s the type that knows a bit of everything but likes stuff that occupies his whole body and honestly enjoys using new alt music most, like contemporary dance, something that feels almost like gymnastics to him.

Ichigo goes there regularly, he finds dancers of any kind are great for dynamic drawings, and one of the younger students’ teachers there knows him and knows he’s not some sort of creep; he’ll even show her at times the drawings he’s made of her choreographies. Yoruichi just loves to look at herself, he’s sure.

But the studio doesn’t just host children and teens’ dance classes; older, more experienced dancers go there to work and practice and meet-up for future projects (he’s come to learn, on the times Yoru spooks him away from having his nose buried between paper and pen).

It’s always great when new dancers come in, all with different dance styles, approaches to the art, different faces and even body types.

Then he comes along. Aggressive in his art, but somehow careful, graceful like a feline, sure of himself and his skills. Shoots a cold look his way the first time he sees him, Ichigo’s almost ashamed of the little crush that flourishes from the way this man so easily puts him down with his eyes.

Maybe not right away, but he can’t deny that very look chases him even now. Sketching away on a farther bench than usual in case the guy with the blue hair and the jaguar tattoo sees him drawing him, again.

Nothing inherently wrong with it— mind you, he’s still not being a creep. The guy hasn’t asked him to stop, hasn’t said much at all actually; brushed off his stuttered apology and only winked his way when asked if he should stop.

But god forbid he ever give Grimmjow fucking Jaegerjaquez the satisfaction of catching him sketching the perfect curve of his spine with the eyes of a maniac, again. Looming over him with a predatory grin and an accusatory, amused, look that knew —Ichigo knows he knew— exactly how many times he’d practiced that stupid curve.

also I’m headcanoning Grimmjow as mexican/german, bc I can✨ mexican mom and german dad, so he is fluent in spanish, german and english and totally speaks with a jumble of all three when he’s in comfortable company, def think he lived most of his life in mexico tho bc yes,,, also maybe sibling Nelliel??? yes🥹??? Not mentioned either but I’m thinking this is Ichigo studying at an art school abroad too 🤔✨

none of this is super important to the au bc I’m just here to throw my obsession with drawing Grimm’s pretty body at Ichigo lmaooo but ,, ye spanish-speaking grimmjow and *uwu twirls hair, draws your pretty butt as flirting* Ichigo lmaoo💕

also ofc they end up fucking, bc it’s me ofc they do— and maybe there’s a moment when Ichigo’s fckn balls deep and the mofo’s like— ‘wait don’t move- can I draw your cock?’ *is already manifesting a sketchbook* Grimmjow is horrified, but also flattered,,, and apparently not even that can make his dick go limp for the red-head so… fine he can draw his cock while he’s just there splayed half on his lap, half on the bed, and fully on his stupid dick.

[doctorofmagic]

TW: racism, antiziganism, whitewashing, uses of g slur, fatphobia, misgendering, ageism, toxic fandom, long post.

This post is a bit off topic but, as someone who has been following Marvel’s comic book industry for almost ten years now, I feel like it’s my duty to use my voice and not be quiet about the blatant shit show that is happening to a character that is also a member of the magic community and has been suffering a lot lately in the hands of people who have little to no regard towards her heritage.

It was just a rumor back then (and Donny Cates even denied it in the past) but it does seem that Feige is using the MCU to influence comic books in most recent runs, ESPECIALLY regarding certain characters.

Now, let’s be honest. This is not new. We all remember when the cast of the Fantastic Four reboot died in a explosion in the pages of Punisher #12, eight years ago. A clear retaliation at the movie and FOX’s terrible decisions. We all know that this is probably the reason why the first family book was cancelled as well. The group remained in the shadows and only Reed had a decent spotlight thanks to New Avengers v3 and Secret Wars, disappearing next along with Sue, the kids and the Future Foundation. They only returned fully with a new volume in 2018, and most fans’ dreams and hopes slowly died out with Dan Slott’s bad takes and writing (erasing Franklin’s X gene, putting three women to fight over a man, reversing Infamous Doom to his villain self and throwing away his character development just because he wanted Victor as a villain etc etc etc).

Very well. Still, the FF survived. No one reversed Galactus into a cosmic cloud. No one turned Victor into a metallic guy with electric powers who wanted to marry Sue (thank the Vishanti). And whatever happened in the reboot (which I didn’t watch) certainly wasn’t adapted into comics.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not here to gatekeep comic books. In fact, I’ve been committed to introducing them to my followers since day 1 on this hellsite. Unlike many fans, I didn’t grow up with them. Movies had a huge influence on me and I had a long journey. Movies and animated TV shows are part of the reason I dove into this universe, in the first place. Which is fine. I can take a bad adaption and move on.

What I can’t take is what they’re trying to do with Wanda, because it reeks of racism.

The whole point of this new Wanda volume is to give her the proper representation and atone for the years of colorism, a systematic problem that keeps happening in the industry. Just because she was portrayed as white in the past, it doesn’t mean she’s not a woc, especially when it’s said in canon that she has dark skin. There are plenty of roma people talking on this matter and how it’s meaningful to acknowledge that Wanda is brown, even when white roma people exist (1, 2, 3, 4).

The crew is in fact very committed to it, as stated by Steve Orlando here:

Now, what is happening to the new Scarlet Witch volume? Two things. The blatant whitewashing in variant covers and their need to push the MCU into 616!Wanda, first by introducing Darcy and now deaging Agatha.

Let’s be clear. There was a MASSIVE effort from the team to portray Wanda's heritage, which has been constantly dismissed by the lack of effort from the artists.

Here’s one example, from Jeehyung Lee, tracing what I think is a k-pop singer (but I don't really remember her name so correct me if I’m wrong). In any case, she was traced over a korean woman. This is not the first problem with this artist since he also made the same with Storm’s model in MFF by tracing Charlize Theron over Ororo.

In addition to anti-blackness, this is also an issue of interchangeable ethnicity, the same that happened to America Chavez, when she’s established as Puerto Rican, not Mexican, as the pin on her jacket suggests (and yes, her cast is also filled with anti-blackness. Nothing against Xochitl, but I touched this matter before when I wrote about DSIMOM. And yes, TAO’s MCU is also bad, very bad, very very very bad).

I just keep seeing this over and over again. You shouldn't be defending her whiteness. You *SHOULDN'T*. Unless you have a problem that Wanda is a brown romani woman. It’s imperative that people understand that representation matters and poc have been time and time whitewashed in this very same industry (Sunspot/Roberto da Costa is just one example and was also whitewashed in that terrible New Mutants adaptation).

The issue here is to push a problematic and harmful portrayal of Wanda on her comic book version. And it’s only happening to her due to the popularity of said character and artist.

More thant that, her stans ARE using Olsen’s Wanda to shield racism. Some of you are actually not even hiding it. The following is a list of racist comments and accounts. I’ll leave them under the cut in case people don’t want to see it.

Regarding the WV variant cover for Wanda #3 by David Nakamura:

And plain racism overall:

On a side note...

Just today I was harassed by this troll here. And no, I’m not hiding your @ because you went to MY post and felt compelled to misgender me, be fatphobic and also god knows why felt entitled to call Wanda ableist (????)

As I said, I didn’t grow up with comics. When I first met Wanda, I didn’t know she was neither Roma, Jewish or brown. And this itself is a problem because it should be clear, it should have been portrayed in the comics, it should have been common knowledge. All it takes is just to listen to people and understand the systematic racism and whitewashing in the comic book and cinema industries.

They ALWAYS double down on Wanda’s whiteness. No, darling, it’s not okay to stan two versions of the same character when time and time the marginalized one is a target of racism. When they weaponize every single attempt at calling out the harm that MCU has caused on her character to the point of even using reverse racism, ableism and many other blatant lies to slander 616!Wanda, when her MCU can do pretty much whatever she wishes because she’s white so that’s okay. And don’t even dare bring feminism here because you don’t care about woc. You only care about white women.

In any case, I just want to shed light on this matter because this effort of pushing MCU into comics isn’t happening to any other Marvel character, ESPECIALLY when the change is for the better. Wong is powerful, body-positive and having more than one-dimensional relationship in the MCU. Where’s the effort to do that in comics? Layla is literally the best part of Moon Knight. Where is she?

Why they want so bad to push a white woman on a book that is supposed to praise Wanda’s romani heritage? It’s obvious that they want to sell and some execs are siding with the portion of this toxic and racist fandom.

Comics are not perfect, we know that. But there has been a huge effort to support the marginalized voices in this industry. Marvel’s Voices, pride and heritage are all examples. Besides, they’ve always been political. Always.

What they’re doing to Wanda is evil and lazy. As an artist and colorist, it’s YOUR DUTY to search and at least be aware of what characters you’re trying to conceive. There’s no way variant artists didn’t see the main cover for issue #1 by Dauterman.

This is not just ignorance. It’s a statement. A statement that it’s okay to ignore a marginalized group and its attempt to give visibility to said group. And Orlando knew that when he said he didn’t have control over the rest of the creative team.

It’s fine if the MCU wants to push some elements like they did in the past. But this is not just any element. It’s harmful and I’ll not be quiet about it. 616!Wanda is getting more and more marginalized, whereas her whitewashed version is praised and loved. And now there’s an attempt at reconciling both as if it was okay. It’s not. MCU!Wanda doesn’t know racism. MCU!Wanda joined Hydra. MCU!Wanda has the privilege 616!Wanda could never afford for being a brown roma woman. And now the racist fandom wants to claim both in order to erase 616!Wanda’s heritage and history of fighting racism.

All I can ask is, if you’re buying this comic book, DO NOT SUPPORT the variant covers. Let them rot. We know the racists are not supporting the book anyways. They’ll just buy the variant cover and that’s it.

PS: I’m not Roma so feel free to correct me in any aspect. Just using my voice to boost awareness.

PS²: Olsen stans DNI or else will be blocked at sight. I’m done with every single of you.

[petitelepus]

Hey is it alright if I ask for a normal human and demon matchup? If you can’t do both, then I’d like a normal human matchup. I’m a 23 year old (24 this June) straight, 5’8” Mexican American female who’s currently in university as a history major. I’m a Catholic who’s trying to improve my faith. At first I can be quiet and shy, but once I warm up I’m pretty fun and chill. I overthink, fear getting judged, and can get sad from time to time, but I’m going to therapy for it. I listen to different kinds of music, but my favorites are 80’s, a bit of Eurovision, and kpop (mainly girl groups. I’m even in our club's dance group). I watch anime, youtube clips, some family guy and south park, older disney and nick shows/movies I grew up watching, and a few dramas/documentaries (started shogun and need to finish it, along with quiet on set). My guilty pleasure clips/shows include maury, jerry springer, and dance moms. Something I’d like to get back to doing again is reading since I don’t as much as I used to. Thanks in advance!

I match you with Kyojuro Rengoku!

Kyojuro probably is kind and happy so when you met he most likely introduced himself loudly and this can be a little intimidating to some people. When he notices you flinch a little, he lowers his voice immediately and introduces himself more quietly.

He will praise your beauty and your faith also, so count him excited when you feel comfortable enough to smile and have a chill conversation with him. He is still loud, but now you know that it's not on purpose.

The Flame Hashira loves history! The man likes to think that we can learn from the past so the next generations don't make the same mistakes as people living before them did.

Kyojuro is happy that you are seeing a therapist and always encourages you to go and meet them if there are things he can't help you with or if there are things you don't dare to share with him.

He just wants you to know that no matter what you do, he won't judge you. He knows what it's like to have your own inner Demons haunting you, so he tries to support you in slaying that inner Demon of yours!

Kyojuro has a little hearing problem so you may have to play your music a little harder for him to be able to fully hear it, but you don't mind since it's your favorite music. He will smile and nod quietly as he listens to the songs you like and then nods and exclaims, "You have good taste in music!"

He is also interested in the different series you might be watching. Kyojuro loves cartoons, like anime and Disney movies, but he can see the appeal in all the drama that happens behind the scenes.

The Flame Hashira will gladly help you to find and obtain copies of your childhood series and movies because those things hold the most memories and can act as a temporary portal back to your youth.

That, and he is also interested to see what shows you grew up watching. There must be something he likes also and wants to see with you!

I also match you with Kyogai!

The Demon likes you immediately. You're quiet and barely speak, but you are a good listener and once you get comfortable around him, you start to show your relaxed nature more and he enjoys that also. You're also very pretty.

Kyogai knows better than no one how it feels to be... Sad and judged. His writing and drum playing have always been criticized, but you are the first one to show him kindness.

With his obsession to become stronger and be worthy, it's up to you to go to him and tell him that he is perfect as he is. Maybe you could ask him if he would like to come to see your therapist with you? But he feels that he can trust his feelings and insecurities to you because you understand him.

Kyogai is a little old-fashioned so he doesn't necessarily understand your taste in music, but as he listens he learns that the music you listen to may reflect on you and he grows to like them because you do. He may try to copy some of your favorite songs with his drums. Sometimes he fails, but he does succeed also and all the work is worth it when he sees you smile.

He is eager to watch the cartoon and reality drama with you. The Demon likes the music in anime and Disney movies and how there is a happy ending to most of them. He hopes he can get his happy ending with you.

[moku-and-his-madness]

Ghost Stories Update

    The Locals: “J”

Man, William is too good. He’s got that fiery temper, the kind of guy who works for what he wants and then does your work for you. I had come to check in on him, apparently startling him in the process. “So?,” He says impatiently, “What do you want?” I had my bag of supplies in tow, ready to get the place spotless. “Just checking in mi amigo. It’s a pretty big house.” I say carefully. He’s like a stick of TNT ready to go off, but that’s kinda a bonus of working with him already. 

“Well, amigo, I’m fine, no need to concern yourself.” I can see him looking at my bag. “Did you really need all that?” I pretend to look appalled. I scoff, “Uh, yeah! Do you see how big this estate is?! No way a bottle of spray and a roll of paper towel is cleaning it all.” I say, pretending to be affected by his words. He exasperatedly turns to whatever he’s cleaning, fed up with my shit already.

When he stands up to move to a desk near him, the jack of his headphones unplug and unleash the music he’s listening to. Nervously, he fumbles to insert the headphones back into his phone. “Hey, was that Los Campesinos? ‘You!Me!Dancing!’?” I was surprised to have a similar music taste with a stranger. “U-Uh, yeah.” He stutters, flustered. I smile. “That’s cool. I love that band.” I’m trying to start a conversation here, kindle a fire if I may. 

He loosens up a bit, I see it in his shoulders, and breathes out, “Yeah, they're cool.” Damn it! Mans not even starting this ‘fire’, he’s full on pouring a bucket of water on it! Way to dampen the already soggy situation man…But he continues, “What’s your favorite band?” JAJA, there we go!! “Man, gotta be Lovejoy…but also Nirvana, Half Alive, ACDC, I’ve got so many bands and artists…Did you hear that Normal People Things just got released?” 

His eyes light up, but his facial expression remains the same. “Really? Is it any good?” He roughly scrubs the handles of a desk drawer. “Man,” I look him dead ass in the eyes, “More than good. Wanna listen?” I gesture my headphones to him.  He hesitates. “They don’t bite, maybe…” I joke. He glares at me but accepts the headphones, giving me his. “I don’t know how much you listen to Portuguese

or Spanish music but…It’s just something I like.” He gently puts on my black headphones as I slide his earbuds into my ears. Smooth accordion and a woman's voice fills my ears. I understand bit’s here and there, It’s beautiful. I look at William, him clearly bopping his head to the song. It’s kinda cute. 

I call over his song, “This is beautiful!”. He takes out one side of the headphone. “It 's called Última Dança.” He says to me, smiling from ear to ear. He has fully loosened up now, things won’t be as boring now. “Not usually my genre of music, but I will admit, It’s nice.” He smiles, “Yeah, the release is great, too!” He hands my headphones back to me. I realized I still had his in my hands. I give them to him, noticing the bright colors on them.

“Huh, awfully colorful.” He pulls them away quickly, probably embarrassed. “Yeah, whatever…” He turns back to the desk he was cleaning, disgruntled for whatever reason. And then it’s back to dull silence. Wow, so much for a fire.

An hour later, and we’re still cleaning in this nasty, uncomfortable tension that’s been created. I glance at him, looking as he struggles to keep his hair out of his face. I need to break this damn silence. I saunter over to him, taking my own elastic out of my hair. “Here,” I hand the elastic to him. He tosses his head up, his hair everywhere. “Oh, thanks.” He takes it but he clearly doesn’t know how to use one. “Here, lemme help you.” I take the elastic back and begin to gently tuck his hair behind his ears, tying it neatly in a bun. 

“Better?” He shakes his head to test the elastic. “Wow, yeah, thanks.” He looks at me and laughs, “But yours is everywhere now!” Indeed it was, sticking up all over the place. For a mexican, I had some curly ass hair. He lightly runs his fingers through it. “It’s so soft…” He then realizes how close he is to my face. “Wow, I’m sorry. I should have asked.” He jerks his hand away. “You’re good man, I don’t care. Half the girls at school would just play with it, I honestly don’t know what they see.” I quip. 

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[bibiwrld]

The Sweet Babysitter🧁🎀| Miguel O’Hara

previously: –four.

–five.

THIRD PERSON POV

Kenedi sat in her office taking calls, taking notes and marking dates on the calendar.

She sighed, sitting back in her seat. Her mind drifted to the tall neighbor that lived near her parents.

Unconsciously biting her lip, she thought about the good morning text he sent her that morning and wishing her a good day.

She immediately sat back up, shaking the thought out of her girlish mind. People tell everyone good morning via text with a heart emoji…a red heart emoji… and a smiling emoji.

She was overthinking this, this was all platonic. He’s not interested in dating. She’s just the babysitter.

A knock was at her office door, and to her surprise it was the man on her mind. He stood tall in a white lab coat and glasses— she’s never seen him in glasses before. She thought he looked cute, oh so cute. He also had a food container in his hands, those very large hands of his.

“Mi-Miguel.” She stood to her feet.

He gave a kind smile, slowly stepping in. “Security is serious here.”

She nervously chuckled. “Yeah, when your boss is the most hated guy in the city, it calls for extra security.”

He chuckled to himself, taking a seat in front of her desk.

She sat back down. “But what are you doing here? I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I made you lunch.” He put the food container on her desk with a plastic fork wrapped in a napkin.

That was quite the surprise to her. “Uh–when..when did you get the time to make me lunch?”

He averted his eye to the floor shyly. “I woke up really early.”

She frowned, feeling special in this moment. “That’s so sweet of you, Miguel. Thank you, but you could barely stay awake last night, you must be running on little sleep right now.”

“I am, but it was worth it.” He grinned. “You look very nice today, by the way.”

Her lips pressed together and curved into a smile at this comment.

Shyly she said. “Thank you, I like your glasses.” She pulled the container closer to her.

Miguel smiled, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “Thanks, I couldn’t find my contacts this morning.”

“I’ll look for them when I get to the house later.” 

“Thank you. About your pay, you’ll get 1k at the end of every week, even if you only took care of Gabby one day in that week.” Miguel spoke coolly.

“A thous— that’s a lot, Miguel.” Her eyes almost fell out of their sockets. “I can’t take that.”

He knew she would protest. “You are going to take it. You don’t understand how much of a big help you are, truly.”

She sat back, taking in his words.

He liked that she listened. “You’ll be paid fully in cash every Friday, extra if I need you on the weekends.”

She answered. “Okay.” She opened the container.

The amazing smell filled the office.

“Oh wow..this looks so good.” Her eyes grew wide. “Smells so, so good.”

Miguel stared in adoration at her reaction. “It’s called Camarones a la Diabla, with a side of Mexican rice.”

“Camerons..a la..” She struggled to pronounce the words.

Miguel could only laugh. “Bueno intento, hermosa. Takes lot of practice, you’ll get there.”

She huffed and pouted, hoping to get the words right.

“It means deviled shrimp.” He told her.

She grabbed the fork, putting a shrimp into her mouth.

Her mouth burst with flavors as she chewed. Her eyes widened in amazement while looking at Miguel.

He looked back at her with a content face. “Good, isn’t it?”

“Good is an understatement.” She tried the rice. “This is fantastic, so amazing.”

He liked the praise she gave him. “I’m happy you like it.”

She eyed him, still chewing her food. “Did you eat lunch?”

He shook his head. “No, I’m actually on lunch right now but I really wanted to swing by and give you this.”

She frowned. He was wasting his lunch time with her.

She stabbed the shrimp with her fork and guided it towards Miguel’s mouth.

He looked at the shrimp curiously. “What are you doing, Kenedi?”

“Feeding you.” She said in a small voice. “You didn’t eat lunch, so I’m just trying to be nice.”

Miguel couldn’t get enough of this girl. He ate the shrimp, looking into Kenedi’s eyes. “Gracias.”

Some of the sauce lingered in the corner of his mouth. Kenedi got up and leaned over her desk towards Miguel. “Oh, you got something here.”

Miguel stopped moving in shock as Kenedi swiped the corner of his mouth with her thumb.

“Sorry.” She smiled softly, leaning back.

Miguel grabbed her wrist, licking the sauce off her thumb.

Kenedi’s entire body froze.

What just happened?

“Um..” Her heart was practically beating out of her chest. Body tingling, her thumb feeling his tongue’s lick linger in that little spot.

Miguel wasn’t thinking at all. “I am so sorry, I don’t know why I did that.” His body moved faster than his mouth, as he quickly got out of the seat. “Enjoy your lunch.”

With that, he left.

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It was late now, Miguel leaned back into his office chair, waiting for the files to save.

His mind raced from the afternoon deep into the night. He couldn’t think straight.

Why did he do that? What was he thinking? Was he even thinking?

God, what a shameless man he felt like he was. She probably thought he was an old pervert.

“Fuck.” Miguel ran his hands over his face.

Oh how awkward it was going to be.

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He dreaded coming home. He entered his home to see Kenedi in comfortable clothing, watching television on the couch.

She stood up, fidgeting under his stare. “Good night, Gabby is sleeping in her room.”

“Okay.” He sighed. “I’m sorry about earlier, it was so weird of me to do. If you want to quit, I completely understand.”

She shrugged, giving an awkward smile. “It’s okay, I’m not going to quit.”

It’s not like she hated it, but she couldn’t say that out loud.

He let out a sigh of relief.

In small steps, she went up to him, holding out a small box. “I found your contact lenses.”

He took the box from her with a smile.“Oh thank you, where we were they?”

“On the bathroom counter, which was very messy.” She playfully pursed her lips. “I cleaned it for you.”

He was a little embarrassed. “It’s not usually like that, I was in a hurry this morning.”

That earned a small laugh from Kenedi. “You’re so cute.”

That wasn’t supposed to be said out loud.

She quickly covered her mouth.

“Cute?” Miguel chuckled, leering over the short girl. “You find a 30 year old man, cute?”

She uncovered her mouth. “Yes? Is that emasculating?”

“No, not at all.” He replied. “I like that you find me cute.”

“You’re cute, like a big fluffy brown bear, y’know?” She put a finger on her soft pouty lips.

Miguel was getting lost in her eyes. “Yeah, you’re like a conejita.”

“What’s that?” Her head tilted in curiosity.

“A little bunny.”

She smiled widely, swaying from side to side. “Oh, thank you.” Her phone buzzed on the couch, breaking their eye contact.

She went for her phone. “Oh I’ve gotta go.”

He was full of worry. “Did something happen?”

“Uh, my cousin is going into labor right now.” She hurriedly grabbed her bag and speed walked pass Miguel.

“I wish her a safe delivery.” He followed her movements. “Drive carefully.”

“Thank you, will do. Have a good night.”

And then she was gone.

He plopped into the couch and groaned.

Another night without making a move.

🎀

Next part: –six.

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Slapping this under a read more because it’s just me old man yelling at a cloud while I elevate my leg lmao

Also, call me cheap as hell, but I just do not understand when my coworkers are like, “I’m so tired of the literal buffet we get a free pass to, you guys want to get Mexican?”

No?! I don’t! Why would I turndown one of the best perks of this job??

When the mainline food looks awful, I just get a big ass salad and a some sort of wrap from the always present sandwich and salad bars. There’s also always pizza if you don’t like the fully customizable sandwich and/or salad options AND 9/10 days there’s a generic hamburger/chicken sandwich option regardless to whatever theme the rest of the mainline is going for that day. Sometimes my coworker hates absolutely everything and just has the sandwich bar make her some straight up grilled cheese. The sky is the limit.

We can also use our pass at a non-buffet option for a single meal of burger w/fries, chicken strips, etc.

Like, I’ll go to a restaurant for lunch every now and again, I get just wanting to go hang out and get something different. But some of these people eat out like three times a week and that just could not be me.