#samantha x black!male!reader

[infernalodie]

Sam carpenter x male reader, the reader is either like mindy and chads older brother or Dewey’s son. In the final fight he comes from behind Richie and tackles him but gets really hurt in the process? Just a lotta angst?

𝐌𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 || 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

"𝘌𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵"

Inspo: Riovaz - My Youth

Pairing: Samantha Carpenter x Black!Male!reader

Summary: Even in the last moments, you were reminded of the great times with Sam...

Warnings: Character death and angst

Words: 1144

If someone would’ve told you that two people you considered friends were striving forth to kill you and your girlfriend, you would’ve laughed. Maybe slapped your knee from the pure hysterics of such a far-off state of reality. Because that would never happen.

But you had been naive to think your pacifism would ever be enough to keep you from the dangers of altercations–life or death situations. So, you stood on the other end of a gun being possessed by Richie, who had zero remorse for what he and Amber had done in the past few days. Killing their friends to create source material for the Stab movies since they didn’t like the newest one.

It was alarming and disheartening, to say the least. But your heart, your conflicting thoughts, and your moral compass had to be brushed to the side. Especially with the sound of death knocking at the door. His fist pounded and shook your entire world as you stared down the dark barrel of a pistol.

“Life flashing before your eyes, Y/n?” Richie inquired, lips forged into a smirk. Pure enjoyment sparkling in those hollow eyes of his. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it quick-”

“Y/n!” From the doorway of the kitchen, a bloody Samantha stood with her gaze flickering between you and Richie. But with the opening, you fought the fear away and charged at Richie. You took him by surprise, tackling him to the ground as a gunshot went off with Samantha yelping, ducking in fear.

You wrestled and fought with the man as you knocked the pistol from his grasp. It's metal exterior is scraped against the hardwood floors. But Richie’s upper hand was based on strength and he overpowered you within seconds as he punched you multiple times. But as your head was continuously knocked down into the floor, another gunshot rang out like a bell. Its pitch deafened you as you felt the metallic taste on your tongue with blood dripping onto your face. Looking up, you found Richie frozen above you, eyes shakily looking down at himself and seeing a patch of red growing across his stomach.

But when he turned to find Sam to be the person responsible, she didn’t waste a second, shooting him in the head. His body falls over with you to look at his corpse, face tense with a groan vibrating through your chest. Teeth clenched as you clamped your eyes shut.

“Y/n, baby. Hey, look at me!” Samantha rushed to your side, crouching down beside you as she saw the blood from Richie covering your clothes. And it looked like you were on the verge of vomiting, which she couldn’t blame you for. Placing her hands on your cheeks, forcing your eyes to fixate on her, she smiled. “We’re okay. We won.”

Relief spread through your body as Samantha attempted to help you to your feet. But when the sudden sharp pain in your side made itself known, you knew very well what had happened. And Samantha seemed to know as well since she was quick to get you outside and seated. Lifting the hem of your bloody shirt to see the bullet wound that was spilling out streams of crimson.

“Alright, we can fix this,” she said aloud, swallowing the lump in her throat. “The ambulance and police are already on their way. You just have to stay awake and I’ll keep pressure on the wound.”

Hearing the panic, the fear in her voice frightened you. Unable to shake the growing tremor in your hands that was becoming more apparent the more you thought about what might happen. Would you get sent to prison for defending yourself? Would the police even believe anything told to them? Were you going to even make it?

It wasn’t alright to think like that, but couldn’t you? Life was beginning to shimmer from the lack of support and you were going to go down with it. All you could do was think and think until you began delving deeper into the times and moments that led you here. Not something from a day or two ago, but from years back. The moments that made you, you.

The times when you climbed roofs to get a better view of the sunset. Months of summer break working tirelessly on a construction site or flipping houses. Or the many years of school that you got to see Samantha and find someone to ground you. To help you find out what you wanted and be able to help free you even more–aiding in making this life seem like the most perfect it could ever get.

Your caramel-toned features were greying from the lack of blood in your body. Leaning against one of the beams as you stared off into the night. The open wounds from the past had never been stitched shut for you. They were a constant reminder of what used to be and what could continue to be present in your life. But it hurt knowing that all you could do is reminisce. Think about the great times you had spent with a young Tara and the years of dotting over Samantha.

A shaky exhale slipped past your lips as you glanced at Samantha. Eyes stinging with the faintest wobble of your lips. “Ever since I met y-you, my life has felt complete.” The sudden words grabbed Samantha’s attention from the wound. Looking up at you, dumbstruck by the confession. “When I saw you on the swings with your little sister, I knew I had found the one for the remaining time I-I had in my life.”

“Y/n, don’t talk like that-”

“A-And as I talked to you, the times w-we went across town to fool around, I knew that I wanted nothing else but to have you in my life.” You licked your chapped lips, shaking your head with fresh tears rolling down your cheeks, breaths beginning to shallow. “And I’m scared, Sam. I-I’m scared that I won’t be able to feel and do that again. Because I just love you, Sam. I love e-everything we’ve done together and I don’t want to miss out on anything.”

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey.” Her hands found your face, focusing your glass eyes on her as she bit back her tears. She could see it as well. She could see the fear in your eyes, and she felt it in the deepest part of her body. Gnawing at the nerves until she would finally snap and realize the truth. “You’re going to be alright, baby. Everything is going to be alright.”

The light in your eyes were fading with them drifting and hollowing with each millisecond. Samantha pursed her lips, softly pulling you into her chest and sniffling. Pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

“We’ll make more memories soon.”

[fatalitysficbakery]

𓆰♡︎𓆪 NEVER Trust The Love Interest. —

Samantha Carpenter x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst | fluff | SMUT.

warnings: listen to 'What a wonderful world' by Louis Armstrong while reading, ghostface!sam, sub!sam, soft dom!y/n, praise, oral (reader giving), slight!fingering, soft ‘reuinited’ smut, sub worship.

synopsis: legacies make franchises.

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↳ 𓆰 Fatalitysficbakery multifandomed &&’ oc menu #2 𓆪.

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An unsettling silence plagued the halls, so quiet you could hear a mouse squeak, but who could blame anyone in the complex for leaving after what had happened in only two weeks.

Nobody wanted to believe it was happening again until the bodies in the morgue began to pile up, and the first mask was found next to the third victim, it was almost a taunt. No...A greeting.

Ghostface was back in business.

The Carpenter sisters were on immediate alert, but it didn't take long for someone to throw a big party, the perfect opportunity for new victims, and for some unknown fucking reason no one seemed to be concerned with the outcome that Samantha and Tara could sense a mile away like clockwork.

Tara stayed home, luckily. But that's not who Sam was worrying about right now as her phone went to voicemail for the 20th time that night, Sam was quick to grab her keys. There were many ways this could go south but with her being radio silent? Sam couldn't care less about the consequences than the idiots that had willingly gone despite the risks. On her way out the door, she texts Chad, Tara, and Mindy to warn them of her whereabouts, gun holstered and knife in her boots.

Never too armed. There was a mace and taser in her purse for backup.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

The scene was a bloodbath, the moment you entered the place there were bodies and puddles of red as far as the eye could see and Samantha was quick to unholster the gun resting on her hip, there wasn't a lot she was afraid of anymore, hell blood had become so normal to her, she stepped over the bodies like they weren't there.

If anything everything in sight had become invisible to her eyes, her thoughts solely on the one person she was hellbent on saving, on protecting. Nearing the staircase, she hears distant voices, and murmurs.

'C'mon, Y/n. Not today.'

Rounding the corner, her heart nearly beat out of her chest when the voices only got louder just for to realize.

'I see trees of green, red roses too..'

She grunts a hiss of air out when her eyes land on an old stereo. With her jaw set, she pushes on, determination filling her gaze like it had only done when Tara was the one who needed her protection. Her head cocking slightly to the side when a new gaze meets hers; pointing the gun directly between the males eyes, she crouches next to the figure.

"Travis. Where's Y/n?" She asked quietly, the sight of her bestfriends boyfriend hidden in the same room she'd gone into putting her on high alert. There was blood on his collar. She scoffs when he doesn't answer. "Trav, c'mon. I need to find her. Keep her safe, that's what you want, no?"

Travis trembles from his spot on the floor, and Sam spots a puddle forming beneath him. The empathy in her eyes left just as fast as it had come, eyes moving down his neck to his hands; Bloodied.

Sam clicks her tongue, standing up from her spot next to him.

"Or at least, that's...that's what you should want, Travis. I mean look at you, lying in wait while your girlfriend gets possibly murdered. Jesus...That's cold-hearted."

Travis squirms from his spot on the floor, eyes frantic and body trembling like a fish out of water. Samantha just watches as he grows more inconsolable, attention on him only diverting when she turns to find a cloaked figure.

Stu's mask on their face.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

Samantha barely manages to dodge the knife aiming for her abdomen, stepping out of the way at the last minute, her movements fluid and clean as she does like it's a choreographed dance she'd obsessively learned the steps to.

Her strangely calm demeanor shifts slightly when she looks back at Travis, who only seems...confused.

"You really are a little bitch, Travis. That's what's sad. You date a close friend of a Carpenter sister...but you never thought twice, did you? Don’t you know the rules?"

Holstering her gun, she sighed and kneeled down next to the bed while the cloaked killer worked on dragging Travis to the middle of the room, both his kneecaps had been shot out, rendering the poor thing immobile and utterly useless.

Her fingers brushed against the mask, a shudder running down her spine at the feel of sheer power beneath her thumbs, a legacy she was tired of running from, one she'd been so desperate to get rid of. One that she was now even more hellbent and desperate on keeping alive.

'Do it, Sam. Put it on. You've earned this' Billy's voice plays in her head like an echoing cave, and with every fear the old Samantha held in her heart of hearts...She uses it to drive her; Billy's knife in her boot and his mask in her hand.

Her lips quiver the moment she bites the bullet and puts it on again, this time...to be used as her father intended it to.

'Atta girl, Sammy. Now. Do me proud, kid. Flood this fucking town RED!'

"Sam."

A voice cuts through the hallucinations, snapping Sam out of her stupor, she looks up at the cloaked figure standing over Travis, nodding to herself; a confirmation to herself that there was no going back after this. Standing up, she takes her spot next to the person in Stu's mask, cutting on the voice changer, she feels a spark traveling down her spine, breathing it all in.

Samantha Carpenter meets Samantha Loomis.

"There are rules, Travis. And you broke one of the biggest. Now the sad thing is...I can see it in your eyes. Shifty. Maybe I was wrong, maybe you do wanna save Y/n. Is that what you want? To save her?"

The tears that gathered in his eyes bring a smile to Samantha's face from underneath her mask, neck craning to the side, her eyes meeting her partners just as Travis finally whimpers out a pathetic pleading "Yes".

"You wanna tell him? You do the honors."

Stepping back, Samantha allows them to the front, their voice disguised as well when speaking, a crackling robotic tone sounding through. "It'd be my pleasure. I've really been waiting all night for this."

Dragging his body to a sitting position, they go to lock the door, the radio being turned up just a tad louder to drown out the incessant whimpering, squatted beside him now, they slowly begin removing the plastic Halloween mask.

Travis's eyes widen the moment he's aware of what's underneath.

The tears, oh how they freely fall down the apples of his cheeks.

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The radio, it repeats, and it repeats, keeping time with his rapid heartbeats. She straddles his lap, knife grazing his skin, forcing him to look in his eyes.

The tears, oh how they freely fall down the apples of his cheeks.

'I see trees of green, red roses too...I see them bloom for...'

"Y/n." He breathes out shakily.

'Me and you.'

With the voice changer resting underneath her lips, her knife, she nods, pulling a gun. Stu's berretta, from her pocket, whistling quietly.

"And I think to myself..." She leans in closer, a soft smirk curving onto her lips, "What a wonderful world. Hi baby. You know what this is right? Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you. We're just talking, right? Just talking. Don't cry."

Samantha's jaw sets watching the scene, her body itching for a kill. Specifically this one.

"What is this? Huh?" She repeats, waving the beretta at him like a nice greeting, or in this case, maybe a solemn goodbye.

"The...The gun you shot me with? I-I don't know, Y/n please...W-why?"

"I'm getting there. Patience. I mean, you're not wrong. I did shoot you with it, but you know...I also shot that bitch you were cheating with. Junie? Her favorite scary movie was weak. The nun. Ugh. No. This? is Stu Macher's gun."

"J-junie's dead?"

"As a bitch, Travis. As a fucking bitch. You know, Sammy's right. You did break a rule. Two actually."

"One, you cheated and told Mindy of all people. My sister, really? You never could handle your fucking liquor." Rising up, she points the gun at his thigh and pulls the trigger, relishing the way his screams align with the music. "You trusted the love interest. Sammy?"

'I see skies of blue and clouds of white...'

On cue, Samantha walks ahead of Y/n, kissing her cheek as she does so, Billy's knife tightly gripped in her hand.

'The bright blessed day...The dark sacred night...'

"I guess you're even, Trav. I mean, she was cheating on you too. Bestfriend? You could say we're close. The only problem is..." Samantha drops down into his lap, but there's nothing erotic about the plans she has for him, her knife to his neck; she removes the old mask, a shit-eating grin on her face, "Only one of you cheated with a goddamned Loomis."

'And I think to myself...'

Without a second word, his throat is slit, and she blacks out. His body riddled with stab wounds when it was all over she could hear Y/n's heeled boots against the floor, looking back to see Stu's berretta pointed at Travis's head though he'd taken his last breath seconds before; smoothly Samantha rolled out of the way, allowing Y/n to deliver a swift shot to the head.

'What a wonderful world...'

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

After all was said and done, Y/n leaned her forehead against Samantha's taking a deep breath at the next steps, her eyes staring deeply into hers, "I'm ready."

"Baby, we...we don't gotta." Sam reasons, but she shakes her head, a bittersweet smile spread across her cheeks, she whispers to Sam, eyes glossed over with tears. "I won't die. I'll be fine. It's for you, I'll do it for you."

"Are you sure? Completely?"

"Completely."

There's a replica knife, one of Billy's that Y/n had crafted herself, one she'd stabbed Junie with before shooting her, one she'd stabbed Samantha's ex-boyfriend with, and you know the people that came to the party, it was easy to do so when not many dared to arrive due to the restart of the killings and being the only one with a gun helped too, of course.

She passes it into Samantha's gloved hand.

"Do it. And after you do it, I need you to go. Okay? Go, and don't call me. I will call you. Understood?"

"Understood." Samantha takes a deep breath. It had been all too effortless to kill Travis, to kill Gale but the thought of hurting you only slightly was one she hated.

"Now, Sam, NO- AH, FUCK!" As soon as Y/n cries out, she's pulled into Samantha's arms, careful to mind the abdomen wound she'd just given her girlfriend, shushing the poor thing.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...Shh. Shh, I got you."

As much as Y/n wants to hold on tighter, she just whispers one word in Samantha's ear, sliding off her cloak and handing it to Samantha to get rid of. "Go."

Samantha nodded, pecking Y/n's lips before grabbing the cloak and ducking out of the backdoor they stood by, leaving Y/n to call the police, though she didn't know just how far Y/n would go to protect her until she heard a pained yell inside and a gunshot and as if she could sense Sam's concern, another "GO" is yelled out from inside.

Sam goes.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

"She's gone, Sam. She's gone. There's no true love for a Loomis, remember your true love. Pick up the knife, Sammy." His voice grows increasingly aggressive, brows knitted together waving the infamous dagger in front of my face, like bone to dog and it almost physically hurts to not reach my hands out, wrap my fingers around the handle -- Let the electricity liven me.

Her being mentioned is the only thing that breaks my attention away, and I can see his face fall into something blank when he realizes I wasn't budging on my stance, it isn't until I wake up with a jolt, looking at the clock and very predictably my phone, itching to see if she'd called or messaged.

She hadn't.

It wasn't until that afternoon that I heard from her, waiting with bated breaths to see if she was still breathing, if we'd gone too far and she was a part of the carnage, the gunshot still rang fresh as day in my head, her voice the only thing to cut through the thoughts, through my father's taunting. I could hear him now, there was no love to be truly had regarding what we were, but I refused to let him be right. Not when it came to her.

"Spare key. Earth to my beautiful girlfriend?"

I think my jaw goes slack, my lips slightly parting themselves and I'm almost in denial. I'd almost let my father ruin love for me, and though I hadn't budged, that moment of dread I felt when I considered the possibility of her having died ran so deeply that it was almost like seeing a ghost when she's finally within a foot or two in front of me, that familiar cheeky smile stretching from ear to ear.

God, she's as beautiful as I remember and though it's only been a mere half a day apart I find myself scanning her from head to toe, analyzing and trying to scope out if any of the little details that she was made up of had changed; To my relief, the only things out of place are the stab wound near her side, and the cast on her wrist which must've been the beretta's doing.

Other than that...It was her, it was my lady that stood in front of me.

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"Oh thank fuck. You're alive." Samantha's hands find my waist so naturally it feels like it's instinct for her, to pull me into an embrace without the slightest thought to it. I can feel her body shudder, eyes pricking with tears; She squeezes me so tight I have to tap her a few times to let her know her hold is a bit too strong, and even then she seems reluctant, as if I've just dealt her a...disrespectful request.

"Not for long if you keep squeezing me like this, sweetheart. I shot myself in the arm, hit nothin' vital. Again there's nothing I wouldn't do to see you get out of this without being caught. Best damn Ghostface there ever was. Y'know that right?" I can't stop staring, though I'd never been able to, not since we'd been friends. Sleepovers almost always ended with us talking about everything and nothing while staring into one another's eyes until the moon made way for the sun.

She nods, but I can tell she's wary and I take no time to bring her into my arms, brushing her hair from her face, a small whisper of a "Hey" spoken through the silence to hush her worries. "I'm alive, okay? Wouldn't leave my favorite girl alone."

"You could've been seriously hurt." Sam nuzzles herself against me, arms gripping around my waist protectively as if she thought I might disappear into thin air.

"But I didn't and if I did? It would've been damn worth it, I don't regret a damn thing." I'm sure of this, I know it to be true. I bring my hand up to her cheek, keeping it there until I'm sure she trusts that it's real, that she's real. I hear her chuckle but there's zero humor behind the sound, it breaks my heart to see her so scared when she whimpers, letting go and allowing herself to be picked up and carried upstairs to her bedroom relenting like she'd never hesitated.

We climb the stairs in a comfortable yet tense silence, making our way to Sam's bedroom. I push the door open with my foot and gently kick it closed all the same.

"Do you trust me?" I ask, sitting her on the bed and coming to take place between her legs, hands cupping her face. I tilt her chin up to look directly into her chocolate-brown gaze.

It's a brief moment before I hear her voice again, I forget myself within one smooth motion, my right hand moving to her lips and a kiss pressed upon the back and if that isn't enough, her words press their own soft kisses to my ears. "I think you might be the only one aside from my sister that I trust right now, Y/n."

Lying her back on the bed, I feel myself aching in ways no one has ever made me ache and I hadn't even touched her yet. She was just that good. I chased the high every time. "Then let me take care of you."

Standing over her, I reached for the hem of her shorts, only hesitating on my movements just to gauge her reactions and make sure this was okay. She had this look that could get her anything she ever wanted and when she flashed it at me I knew to do exactly that.

Those pretty little eyes of hers, she gave me that stare and I was turned a slave for her love, she had me in only one night and she still had me now.

She was always so reluctant to be vulnerable, to allow herself something so human. No one could blame her, she'd gone through a lot to get here. I see it in her though. That fighter. — She still deserved to let those defenses down every now and then and I was more than honored that I'd become trusted with such realities in which Sam just got to be Sam.

"I gotta hear you before I go any further, baby. Speak up for me?"

The poor thing's words must've been caught in her throat for a second or two but I allowed her the chance to gather herself before my lips were on her inner thigh, I swear I did but I know that if I were a lesser woman my self-control would've been stripped the before she uttered a damn word. "Just...touch me."

Now that I didn't need to be told twice.

I think one of the most fascinating things about Samantha is her power to seduce and addict, and she had me absolutely sprung. My lips ghost over her thighs before actually meeting the skin. Call me slow but I loved seeing her reactions and keeping myself between her legs at all times, letting her know how appreciated she truly was.

She looks down at me, her abs taut as I bring up the tank top she's wearing, exposing her muscled physique to my hungry eyes. That dark hooded stare is intense on me, and it's a damn shame she has to work tomorrow. I'd be here all night if I could.

My lips had wandered everywhere, neglecting Samantha and themselves while straying away from its intended target until finally, we'd both had enough. She lets out a frustrated whine and I'm too far gone to keep denying myself so I settle our collective woes when I wrap my lips around her bud, her body flinching only to end up running further into my tongue. One hand gripping her thigh in a firm hold.

I bury myself within the temple that is Samantha Carpenter's body, her slick coating my lips, my cheeks, my nose. Drowning in the scent and taste of her all I feel is a simple man's greed. Right now I am that simple man, and I have only one thing on my mind.

Making her sing. I always told her she had a beautiful voice.

Her moans egg me on, legs hoisted up on my shoulders. Her gaze is still locked in on me heavy, and when I pull away for air I can see a small hint of disappointment. "You seem disappointed. Have I disappointed you, my love? Don't be afraid. Speak your mind."

"You're an assho-" I shush her with my lips, giving her a taste of the liquid heaven that rests between her thighs, a moan slips out of those beautiful lips and the sound gets me high. I pull back, my mind back in that simple man's place as I lower myself back between her thighs. My tongue finds her slit and runs the length, revelling in the way she shudders each time.

Once upon a time, I told her my favorite thing was making out with her. I didn't clarify that I meant that in every sense of the word my mouth engaged in a heated makeout session with Sam's cunt. I'm not ashamed to admit it but after the night I had that ended with my arm in a sling, this felt like a reward. I'd gotten to the finish line. My prize was in front of me, and I was happy to take it. More than.

It wasn't long before I recognized those telltale signs that meant she was close to climax. The way her eyebrows knitted and she bit down on her lip harshly trying not to show just how good she was feeling, as she attempted to keep some semblance of that signature Samantha stubbornness; She failed miserably again and again. It was amusing to watch, and I was more than willing to...but granting her the serenity of hiding in the end was something that was completely off the table.

I let two of my fingers graze the edge of her hole, eyeing her reaction when I plunge the two deeply into her pretty pussy. If I wasn't so occupied I think I could've smirked a little.

The reaction this garner is as precious as it is delicious. Her legs squeezed themselves around my neck, her hands gripping the sheets and her back arched, eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm wracked through her body.

Her taste is something I couldn't quit if I tried, and I had no intention to. No, in fact, I locked my lips around her, fingers pumping in and out with her cum coating my tongue. Every little drip came from paradise and god was it heavenly.

And listen to that melody in which she sings my name.

"Y/n...B-baby, I can't-"

Fucking beautiful.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

"Do you think we could ever live a normal life?" She asks while her girlfriend lathers her hair up with shampoo, sitting behind her in the clawfoot bathtub. She can still see flashes of the carnage they left behind and she wonders just how much of her father she'd absorbed from the real-life cases to the movies her friends liked to binge repeatedly, and now she was continuing his legacy. A killer.

Y/n can practically see the overthinking inner battle Sam is having, and she immediately stops her movements. She pulls her in, one arm wrapped securely around her waist and the other tilting her head up to face her. She presses a brief but sweet, gentle kiss to her lips. Her forehead is against Sam's when they pull away.

"I'm gonna be honest, my love. I don't know. But what I do know is that I'm damn well gonna fight for one for us. Do you hear me? I want you to fight too. I...need you to fight too."

Her voice cracks on her last words until she feels two hands grabbing hers. Sam's eyes move over her and it's like she's falling in love with her girlfriend all over again. "Hey. I never said I was giving up."

Y/n stops in her tracks, taking a deep breath and nodding in agreement. "You didn't..."

Sam shakes her head, a smile slowly crawling onto her lips. She leans in to kiss Y/n again, head back against hers. "I didn't."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

A/N: Listened to Fiona Apple and Cowboy Carter high while I wrote this. 10/10 would recommend.

[fandomnerd9602]

I got a request call of duty black ops cold war samantha maxis x male reader

Samantha hears some static on her comms…

Samantha slices thru a zombie’s head…

Samantha: sorry Y/N? What was that?

Y/N: I said if we somehow survive this, will you go out for drinks with me?

Samantha: yes you big dork! Now get the helicopter to the evac!

Y/N: only if you kiss me when I arrive, sweetheart

Samantha smiles to herself before shooting another zombie in the face…

[brightlilith]

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Get Out Of Your Own Way

Pairing: Matt Press x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, drug use, underage drinking, Matt is a warning in itself

Summary: Matt Press can never seem to get out of his own way.

A/N: Why is there no Press imagines!

Word Count: 2.1k

If Y/N L/N was asked who she most hated in the entire world, she would answer with Matt Press in a heartbeat. Where to even start with him? Some would say he's a dick others would be straight up and label him a sociopath. Conventionally, he was attractive, tall, had dark hair and always had this mysterious glint in his eye, that's what caused the girl to dislike him even more.

"Halloween, the one night of the year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it," the iconic words of Cady Heron projected from the small tv in Diana's bedroom.

"Di! Is this too much?" Y/N questioned, twirly around the room in a pair of black spandex shorts, a black crop top with purple zip and a witch hat placed messily on her head.

"Some would say not enough babe!" She replied, "put these on," she instructed chucking a pair of black heels towards her friend.

Tonight the two girls were headed to a Halloween party thrown by some kids in the year below, it was in this boy, Brodie's, basement. The pair were invited by a close friend of his called Abby Littman, Y/N didn't know her that well but Diana had known her since she was one year old.

"So what are you being?" Y/N asked the ginger girl sitting on the floor across from her.

"An angel!" She smiled grabbing the wings and halo next to her and placing them on. She stood up and did a spin, "tada!"

"Get your heels on so we can leave," the H/C girl ordered, switching off the tv, "we'll just walk, yeah?"

"Sounds good!" Diana grins, grabbing her friend by the hand and running down her stairs, locking her door behind her and heading in the direction of the party.

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"Mothers lock up your sons!" Y/N yells as the pair enter the party hand in hand.

"Y/N and Di are here!" The other girl finished, receiving a chorus of cheers from the massive amount of teenagers in the basement.

"Di, come get a drink with me!" Y/N shouted over the noise.

The pair slipped through mountains of intoxicated people and poured themselves two cups of vodka, lemonade and blackcurrant juice. They clinked cups and downed their drinks giggling softly to each other before pouring themselves the same again.

"Let us mingle!" Diane croaked in a weird voice causing her friend to burst out laughing, they both parted ways and went to mingle.

"Glad to see you embracing your true self as a witch!" A male's voice boomed, followed by an obnoxious giggle.

"Lovely to see you too Matt," She pulled a tight-lipped smile, "Samantha," she nods towards the other girl.

"Awe, don't be so jealous of our Sam," he taunted, pulling a faux pout.

Y/N rolled her eyes, "I'm not jealous, I just don't like her simple as that."

"Don't need to be so rude!" The girl on the couch complained.

"Shut up Samantha," Press quipped before turning to glare at the girl in front of him.

"I'm away for a drink, bye Matty!" Y/N teased, grinning.

"And I'm joining you!" He added, clearly trying to wind her up.

She groaned and made a break for the kitchen.

"So Y/N, you do realise that you're meant to dress up as something for Halloween?" He laughed as she grabbed a bottle of vodka.

"Matt, you do realise that being a dick doesn't need to be your only personality trait?" The girl spat back, filling up her cup with vodka, and adding almost equal part lemonade.

"Woah, you have enough lemonade for your vodka?" Press asked taking the bottle off of her as she attempted to add even more into her cup.

Y/N smiled, "aren't you so cute caring about me," her smile dropped, "now fuck off and play with your little toy, she's waiting for you!"

He grunted in annoyance before walking off with a beer.

"It's shot o'clock!" Abby's voice rang through the small basement. All of the drunken teenagers gathered around the table tennis table and started to pound on it.

A chant of "Tiny sips, tiny flips!" bounced around the walls of the basement as Abby walked around pouring everyone a shot, Y/N stood oppisite Norah, a girl she knew fairly well.

When it came to her and Norah's turn Norah sent Y/N a quick smile before they both grabbed their shots and downed them, they tried to flip their cups, both messing up and sending the cups flying.

"Better luck next time sweet cheeks!" Press cackled his arm hooked around Samantha. Y/N sent the boy a middle finger, causing Diana to burst out laughing from behind her.

"Holy shit Di! You scared me!" Y/N drunkenly chuckled, embracing her friend. The pair walking off, "let's get more shots."

"You know how glad I am to have picked you to be friends with!" Diana commented, stumbling over to the kitchen, Y/N on her arm.

The girls grabbed a bottle of tequila rose and two shot glasses, pouring shots and linking arms, downing them.

"I could drink this all day!" Diana dreamily exclaimed.

"We can!" Y/N cheered, taking the bottle by the neck and pouring some of it down her throat.

Diana snatched the bottle drinking it wistfully slipping to the floor, Y/N joining her. Despite the partygoers coming and going from the kitchen, no one really paid much attention to the two girls tanning the bottle of creamy alcohol.

"Shit it's done," Y/N whined, sliding herself to lie down on the cold floor.

"Oh my, what have I walked in on?" The dreaded man said as he entered the kitchen.

"Oh Matty, be a doll and pass me down one of the vodkas," the intoxicated version of Y/N slurred.

"Absolutely not, get up!" He commanded reaching for Diana's hand, who gratefully took it and stumbled to a stool. Press then went to grab Y/N and haul her to her feet.

"Don't touch me, Matt Press!" She screamed.

"Come on Y/N, work with me, " he muttered, watching the girl submit and grab onto him. "There you go," he softly whispered as she reached her feet.

Matt turned to leave and Y/N went to sit next to Diana, "I wish he wasn't such a cunt," she stated, making Diana whip he head around.

"Y/N! Oh my god!" She screamed, and then they smelt it, the weed-infused aroma of a bong, "I think I know what time it is, do you know what time it is?"

"Bong time baby!" Y/N yelled, grabbing Diana's arm and stumbling towards the couch, "pass the bong sophomore!"

Y/N lit the end of it inhaling a big draw and passing it to Diana, Y/N reached over to Press and blew the cloud of smoke straight into his face, "oh you want to play that game huh?" He smirked, clutching her by the hips and pulling her onto the couch. "Hand it over Diana!"

Press took the bong and inhaled, grabbing Y/N's draw roughly and connecting their lips, the smoke travelled into her mouth. "Press! You animal!" Jordan shouted.

Y/N watched grinning as Samantha ran off into a bathroom, she stood up snatching the bong of the raven-haired boy, "Is there any weed that's not in here, I want a joint," she announced.

Abby sprinted off and came back with a small baggy filled with weed and a box of rolling paper, you took them out the girl's hands and kissed her forehead, "you're a gem."

The girl grinned and chucked herself onto the couch, on top of Brodie. Y/N stumbled towards the table to roll two joints, one for her, one for Diana.

"Come get one Di!" She shouted, the skidding and crashing indicated that the girl had arrived.

She picked one up and inspected it, "I love when you roll them!" Y/N tossed the lighter at her which she caught surprisingly well. Y/N placed hers between her lips and waited for her friend to light it.

The pair walked over to the people on the couch, the two girls mentally deciding to through themselves on Abby, the party had noticeably gone quiet, as the time had hit around half one. The only people who were left were the group of nine huddled around the couch.

"You know how much I love you, Abby, you're so cute and pretty," Y/N mumbled, cuddling into the girl she hadn't properly talked to since about five minutes ago.

"You two are definitely drunk!" Abby laughed, pushing both Y/N and Diana off of her onto the space next to her.

"We're not drunk we're just appreciating life!" Diana shouted, taking another long draw of her joint.

"While you guys appreciate life, me and Norah are away to have sex!" Jordan slipped into the conversation, causing everyone to groan.

"Shut up Jordan!" Norah reddened, pulling him away and up the stairs.

Everyone sat and talked for a while, despite never really hanging out with the group Diana and Y/N were fitting right in, laughing like they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for ten years. Diana had especially warmed up to Brodie who she was now all over in the corner of the basement.

"Perhaps we should take this to my room, what do you say Diana?" Brodie suggested to the ethereal-looking girl on his lap who was layering his neck with the red lipstick she had swiped on only an hour or so prior.

"I say that sounds great!" She beamed, grabbing the boy's hand and leading him up the stairs as silently as they could.

"I'm heading, I refuse to hear two couples going at it." Abby groaned kissing Y/N on the head before she leaves, waving a small goodbye at Ginny, who was cuddled into Hunter's side pretty much comatose.

"I better get Ginny home, sorry guys." Hunter pitifully smiled.

"No please don't leave me here with Matt!" Y/N pleaded making him burst out laughing.

"I'm not that bad babe!" He answered, giving her a side-eye. Hunter sent you yet another apologetic look, assisting a stumbling Ginny up the stairs.

"I need another drink," Y/N declared, standing up from her spot on the couch. She could sense him following her to the kitchen, which bothered her a ton but she was too interested in getting some more fiery liquid down her, instead of pouring something she just grabbed a bottle of vodka, slugged some down and trudged back to the couch.

"Stop hiding that you like me, it's honestly pathetic." A voice spoke behind her.

She whipped round, and finally he had well and truly pissed her off. "Oh my god, will you ever get out of your own way?"

"What's your deal, why are you being such a bitch to me lately, do I mean nothing to you," Matt shouted taking a step closer to the girl.

"Well fucking done Matt! You finally get it!" She yelled back at him. "You aren't as stupid as you give yourself credit for."

Matt laughed, "look at yourself Y/N, you're a mess, just admit it the only way you are happy with yourself is when you're drinking or smoking your dumb fucking joints!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" She questioned getting even closer, making him step back into the table.

"I stopped being close to you and now you cry by yourself in school and act like you don't give a flying fuck about anyone! Other than Diana? Tell me that isn't true." He demanded looking the girl up and down.

"You don't know the first thing about me Press." She spat, prodding his chest with her dainty finger. "I mean you can't even go by your first name and you call me pathetic, that's funny!"

He only grunted in response, shoving the drunken shell of a girl out of the way, this only annoyed her even more.

"Matt for the love of god, just let me hate you." She whispered.

He huffed, "I don't want you to hate me Y/N but we'll never have whatever it was we even had again."

"God Matt! Stop!" Her distraught voice begged, his complexion softened a bit before advancing towards her, "Matt, don't speak."

Y/N pondered her decision, looking at the tall body who is towering over her, in one swift movement she pulled the boy closer, her hands wrapping around the back of his neck.

Matt's warm breath fanned over her face, "are you going to kiss me or what?" He smirked.

"Shut it." Y/N reached up and placed her lips against his, him instantly wrapping an arm around her waist, his other falling firmly on the side of her neck, he started to walk her so his back hit the cold table.

"Jump," Matt grunted, breaking the kiss, his arms came down to the back of her thighs, lifting her onto the table. She wrapped his legs around his waist, letting him kiss down her neck.

[esmestarz]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ INTRO ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

about me ─ ★

she/her

infp

bisexual

i can play on the electric guitar and piano !!

i used to do ballet but now i do belly dancing

i love listening to music esp rap, metal (any type tbfr) and rock, my fav animal is a cat and I'm pretty sure that's it

stuff ─ ★

if you want me to write for a character that isn't on the list feel free to ask me and I'll write for them if possible <3

i will write smut, fem reader, gn reader, platonic and romantic relationships

i will not write rape, incest, gore, gang bang, male reader, gn reader, character x character, character x oc, poly relationships, specified race reader, trans reader since idk how to portray them

what and who i write for ─ 𐙚⋅˚₊‧

MOVIES ─ ★

black swan

- nina sayers

- lily

harry potter

- hermione granger

- harry potter

- draco malfoy

- luna lovegod

- ron weasley

- theodore nott

- tom riddle

scream

- tatum riley

- sidney prescott

- billy loomis

- stu marcher

- samantha carpenter

- tara carpenter

- amber freeman

- anika kayko

- ethan landry

- gale weathers

- jill roberts

- kirby reed

- chad meeks-martin

- mindy meeks-martin

SERIES ─ ★

pretty little liars

- emily fields

- alison dilaurentis

- hanna marin

- spencer hastings

outerbanks

- rafe cameron

- sarah cameron

- jj maybanks

- kiara carrera

- pope heyward

- john b routledge

the babysitters club

- sam thomas

- kristy thomas

- stacey mcgill

- claudia kishi

- dawn schafer

malcolm in the middle

- malcolm wilkerson

- reese wilkerson

- francis wilkerson

KDRAMA ─ ★

all of us are dead

- choi nam-ra

- lee su-hyeok

- lee cheong-san

- lee na-yeon

- nam on-jo

sweet home

- yoon ji-su

- lee eun-yoo

- cha hyun-soo

KPOP ─ ★

aespa

- karina

- winter

- ningning

- giselle

twice

- nayeon

- chaeyoung

- momo

- mina

- sana

- jihyo

- dahyun

- jeongyeon

- tzuyu

le sserafim

- sakura

- yunjin

- chaewon

- kazuha

- eunchae

gidle

- soyeon

- minnie

- shuhua

- miyeon

- yuqi

nmixx

- sullyoon

- lily

- kyujin

- haewon

- jiwoo

- bae

new jeans

- danielle

- haerin

- minji

- hyein

- hanni

GAMES ─ ★

the last of us

- ellie williams

fatal frame

- yuri kozukata

- rui kagamiya

cry of fear

- simon henriksson

resident evil

- leon s kennedy

- jill valentine

- ada wong

- claire redfield

- bela dimitrescu

genshin impact

- kinich

- xiao

- aether

- kazuha

- scaramouche

- cyno

- heizou

- thoma

honkai star rail

- argenti

- aventurine

- blade

- dan heng

- gepard

- sunday

ANIME ─ ★

jujutsu kaisen

- megumi fushiguro

- gojo satoru

- yuji itadori

- ryomen sukuna

- inumaki toge

- yuuta okkotsu

- choso kamo

[atlasthegreatest]

- Atlas Masterlist - [Requests are open]

▪️Male reader

▫️Female reader

🔲 Gender neutral

🔳 Male/ Female Oc

Avatar: The Legend Of Korra/ The Last Airbender:

Asami Sato:

🔳 - War of Hearts- I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, XI, X , XI

Avatar Korra:

Butterfly Effect

Lin Beifong

Katara

Suyin Beifong

Mako

Bolin

Azula

Senna

Kya

Kuvira

Percy Jackson:

Annabeth Chase:

🔲- Strategic Minds and Wild Hearts

Percy Jackson

Jason Grace

Thalia Grace

Piper McLean

Hazel Levesque

Nico DiAngelo

Sally Jackson

Silena Beauregard

Drew Tanaka

Harry Potter :

Hermione Granger

Harry Potter

Narcissa Black

Lily Evans

Daphne Greengrass

Narcissa Black

Ginny Weasley

Fleur Delacour

Penny Haywood :

- Baby Problems

Cassandra Vole:

▪️- Unexpected Surprises

▪️- Tme Wrap: Bizarrely Adventures!

Scream:

Sidney Prescott :

- ▪️ Flight or Figth

Tara Carpenter:

▪️ A Nigth Out

Gale Weathers

Sam Carpenter:

▪️A Nigth to Remember

Fairy Tail:

Erza Scarlet:

🔲- A Taste of Love

Natsu Dragneel

Grey Fullbuster

Lucy Heartfilia :

🔲 - Friends…? Friends.

Mirajane Strauss

Juvia Lockser

Irene Belserion

Attack On Titan:

Mikasa Ackerman:

-▫️ Fake It ‘Till You Break It - I

Eren Yeager

Historia Reiss

Annie Leonheart

Pieck Finger

Jean Kriestean

Sasha Braus

Hange Zoe

Marvel Universe:

Natasha Romanoff:

▫️A Hero’s First Flight

▪️Breaking the Chains

Laura Kinney:

▪️Into the Wild

▪️Into the Void

Jean Grey

Emma Frost

Wanda Maximoff

Maria Hill:

▫️A Hero’s First Flight

Cindy Moon:

▪️ The Bat, The Spider, and The Mutant

Gwen Stacy:

▪️ Tangled in the Web

Felicia Hardy

Mary-Jane Watson

Ororo Monroe

DC Universe:

Cassandra Cain:

▪️The Bat, The Spider, and The Mutant

▪️The Super’s Bats

🔲- Silent Glances and Secret Smiles

🔲- Shadows of the Past — Birds of a Feather pt.2 — Weight of Memories pt.3 — Weight of the Past pt.4

▪️Shadows of Grief

🔲- A New Begining

▫️ Quiet Echoes of Love

▫️ Cracks in the Shell

Helena Bertinelli:

▫️Under the Spotlight

Barbara Gordon:

��️- Cards on the Table

Dick Grayson

Poison Ivy

Kara Zor-El:

▫️The Flight of the Owl

Wonder Woman:

▪️The Wonder and the Guardian of Themyscira

▫️Unseen Bonds

Cassandra Sandsmark

Zatanna Zatara

Talia al Ghul:

▫️Duty and Devotion

▫️ A Not-So-Quiet Visit

Lady Shiva

Starfire

The Vampire Diaries/ The Originals:

Caroline Forbes:

▪️ Late Night Talking

Katherine Pierce:

🔲- Blood Ties

Rebekah Mikaelson

Hayley Marshal

Bonnie Bennett

Hope Mikaelson:

🔲- Bound by Blood

Davina Clare

Freya Mikaelson

The Witcher:

Cirilla of Cintra

Geralt of Rivia

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Acotar:

Feyre Archeron

Nesta Archeron

Morrigan

Elain Archeron

K-pop/K-drama girls (to add more):

Aespa:

Yu Jimin:

▪️ Where it Begins

Red Velvet:

Bae Joohyun:

▫️ Nobody Knows

Park Sooyoung:

🔲- The Way You Make Me Feel

Ive:

Ahn Yujin:

🔲- Bound by The Distance Between Us

Twice:

Sana Minatozaki:

🔲- Operation: Sweet Serenade

Katseye

Le Sserafim

Girls Generation

All of us are dead

Doona

Manhwa/comics ( to add more):

Navier Trovi :

- 🔳 Honor me of this dance

Penelope Eckart

Samantha Wilkins/ Atom Eve

Mark Grayson /Invincible

Video game girls ( to add more):

Laura Croft:

🔲- Between Adventures — Beneath the Surface pt.2

▪️ Treasures of the Heart

▪️ A Game of Hearts and Ruins

Jill Valentine:

▪️Through Fire and Ruin Against the Clock pt.2

Haley Carter (Stadew Valley):

🔲- Daylight

Sadie Adler (Red Dead Redemption)

Sam Giddings (Until Dawn)

Kitanna (Mortal Kombat)

Sonya Blade (Mortal Kombat)

Claire Redfield

Ada Wong

TV Shows/ Series (to add more):

Miraculous Ladybug:

Marinette Dupain- Cheng/ Ladybug

Kagami

Chlöe Bourgeois

Arcane/League of Legends:

Caitlyn Kiramman:

▫️The Edge of Loyalty

Mel Merdada:

▪️ Alchemy of Minds

Luxanna (Lux)

KD/A

Teen Wolf:

Lydia Martin

Kira Yukimura

Allison Argent

Bridgerton:

Daphne Bridgerton

Francesca Bridgerton

Kate Sharma

Fate: The Winx Saga:

Bloom

Stella

Flora

Scooby-Doo: Mysteries S.A:

Daphne Blake

Power Rangers:

Rpm:

▪️Reunion Amid the Chaos

Naruto ( to add more):

Hinata Hyuga

Sakura Haruno:

▫️A New Tide

Tsunade Senju:

▫️Quiet Storm

Kushina Uzumaki

[horrorslashergirl]

Chromeskull x Cop!Reader x The Collector

A dark themed erotic novel for the twisted minds

Resume: Escaping is never an easy achievement, especially when your captor is a master at traps and doesn’t like disobedience. You tried once. Never made it. Will you try again? Because looks like the spot for his Favorite is open.

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Chapter 1: Nightshift Turn Out

Chapter 2: Twisted Tongue (You are here)

Chapter 3: Rising from fire like the Phoenix

Chapter 4: Video Shadows

Chapter 5: New beginning and Past memories

Chapter 6: Lovers Reunion

Chapter 7: Sweet Blackmail

Chapter 8: False Freedom

Chapter 9: Ugly Jealousy

Chapter 10: Sinful Ecstasy

You heard stories of how people ended being victims to a demented person; torture, humiliation, and the rapes; all where pulled from nightmares of people who managed to escape from such sick person and now you could only pray to God that you would get out alive and with a little hope without being scarred mentally for life by this type of actions.

The place was small and dark when you woke up and there was a deadly silence that made you wonder what was outside this trunk you were in. When you woke up you felt an immense headache shot through your skull and the taste of blood in your mouth. You need to get out so you did what first came to mind, kicking the side of the trunk where you could guess it was supposed to open; one kick, two kicks and it went on like this, until the lock gave up, making you stumble outside on cold and dirty tiles, the small light above you illuminating the room.

The room looked like one of a horror movie; it was like a science lab or surgery room from the tools on a metal table, but what caught your attention was the man strapped to one of the surgery tables or what else it was left of him. It was a middle-aged man, his legs were cut off from his knees and had two more pair of arms attached to his torso, the torso that was ripped open very carefully for so his internal muscles and organs could be seen, but what made you almost throw up was the fact that he was still alive. His heart was still beating, faintly, but still alive. He was unconscious and his lips were sewn shut. Many more tubes and perfusion were attached to him, keeping the poor soul alive.

At that moment you knew this wasn't your everyday kidnapper, this was so much more and you knew you had to think of something to get out or else God knows what that man was going to do with you. You were glad he wasn't here, but that didn't make you sleep on your ear; your eyes looking around for any form of escape. The big metal door was locked, you tried to open it, but no such luxury, then you saw a vent, not big enough for a bulky man to craw into it, but you sure could fit yourself, your smaller form coming into handy now.

Crawling into the vent you were hit by the putrid smell of decay and blood, you could taste the metallic scent on your tongue, but you pushed yourself to move on, your elbows scraping against the walls of the vent, then you saw another window to a vent, some lights showing. Pushing the grill off you crawled out and were met with what looked like a hotel room suite, old from many ages, the furniture victorian style. There was a vanity with make-up products, an old red satin arm-chair, and a king-sized bed, the frame was old, but the bedsheets were brand new.

Then your eyes meet a red trunk, one just like you were trapped in and you gulped down, goosebumps crawling over your arms as you approached it. The floors creaked a little as you took a step and someone banged from the inside of the box.

Someone indeed was inside and your good civilian self couldn't let whoever was inside there, knowing very well what would happen if you left. You unlocked the box and someone stumbled out; a girl, probably no older than you with brown hair pulled into pigtails by pink bows.

She got on her feet and looked at you with wide eyes, the smudged make-up giving her a sad appearance, the pink dress she was wearing a little dirty and her bare feet were all bruised and bloody, along with her knees.

"W-Who are you?" she asked in a whimper.

"I'm [Name]. Who are you?" you asked, giving her a once over to make sure she wasn't deadly injured.

"I'm Samantha. H-He let you out? H-How?" she asked, biting her vibrant pink lips.

"I got out myself. Who is he?" you asked, seeing that your utility belt was taken from you. Of course, whoever he was wasn't dumb.

"He's the master, the one that owns this place. The Collector." she muttered, her eyes widening as she looked herself in the mirror.

"What did he do to you? Did he...?" you asked, afraid of the answer, but alas you had to know what to expect from this psychopath.

"N-No...Not really, b-but humiliation was e-enough." she answered, tears starting to form in her brown eyes that were bloodshot.

"What do you mean?" you asked, the bruises on her knees pretty much giving you some hints.

"I-I'm alive, b-because I'm h-his favorite...H-He made me...." Samantha said, but she was shaking her head like she tried to get that mental picture out of her head.

Flashback...

Samantha couldn't bring herself to get down on her knees, especially after he did to them; piercing her patellar tendon from her knees hurt like hell, but he stitched her up back, her knees now bandaged, but the pain was present.

"No?"

Her eyes widened as his gloved hand was grasping a chain that was attached to an electric collar, said electric collar firmly strapped around the neck of what used to be a male, now more animal than human. He was in a straightjacket and white dirty hospital pants, barefoot, but his face? His mouth was slit open, his tongue licking over his bloody lips as saliva and drool were running down his stubbled chin.

His eyes were bloodshot, pupils all dilated from heavy drugs. This man was looking at her like she was a piece of cake and he was shaking as he saw her fear-filled face.

"N-No! I-I will...P-Please don't." Samantha said, getting on her knees, a whimper leaving her pink caked lips as the pain in her tendons increased, brown eyes locked onto obsidian eyes, The Collector smiled down at Samantha, his favorite, so far.

He attached the chain to a hook, making sure the animal of a man wasn't going to pull a stunt, not like he would, as he pierced him with a needle, the tranquilizing making the male pet fall down into a deep slumber.

The Collector turned back to Samantha with a smile that will give you nightmares for all of your life; he approached her slowly, standing in front of her crouched down form and the real fear began as he unbuckled his belt.

"No teeth."

You looked at her as she cried and all you could do was rub up and down her back, assuring her that you two will get out alive, but she was shaking her head.

"This p-place is full of traps. Deadly, a-and guard dogs. I-Its dangerous." she explained, but you encouraged her, pulling her gently by her wrists, making her follow you. It was probably lucked that the door was unlocked, you two made it out of the room and into hallways.

"You're a cop?" she asked in a quiet voice, wiping some tears of her eyes, smudging the makeup more. You nodded, looking carefully for traps, not wanting to end up dead like a trapped rat.

"Y-You're really pretty, you know?" she said, making you turn around to look at her with a confused face, a nervous smile on her face.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you asked, taking a step back from her.

"I'm gonna end up dead...I know it, but you?....He will destroy you from the inside." she said, taking a step towards you, then she lunged towards you, like a feral cat, but you weren't one to catfight. You took her wrists and threw her over your shoulder, her body hitting the ground then she stumbled back, her feet caught on a wire, then all you saw was blood, some of it hitting you in the face.

Five sharp poles pierced her body, from the wall; one pierced her thigh, second pierced her groin, third and four pierced her breasts and the last one went straight behind her head and came out of her mouth.

Your mouth was hanging open in shock, your body trembling, then you heard it, footsteps and the man in black with the mask at the end of the hall, his eyes taking in what you assumed was his favorite, all dead and bloody. His lips pulled into a snarl and he approached you in large, fast steps.

Without thinking any further you run down the hallway, trying to escape him, turning corner after corner, until you stumbled in what one would assume was the looby of this rundown hotel; your eyes seeing big glasses with corpses? All of them shaped like what you could guess were insects. You felt sick like you were ready to puke your guts out, but you swallowed the lump formed into your throat.

The man entered, a few feet away from you, the exit so close behind you, if you took off in a sprint you would make it, but your legs felt like they were glued on the floor, your eyes wide open, looking into black ones, so empty of emotions.

"You're a sick man." you said, brows pulled into a frown as you took a step back, seeing the knife grasped firmly into his black-gloved hand. He just gave you a lopsided smile, like you just complimented him, then he stalked your way, making you run towards the door, pulling on the door handle, only to be locked. It was just the double doors that separated you from freedom, then the blade pierced the door, an inch away from your head and you felt it, hot breath hitting the nape of your neck and his form behind you, brushing against your back, but you didn't turn around, you couldn't meet these eyes and act all brave, because you were powerless.

"D-Don't kill me." you muttered, they were the only words you could utter out.

You jumped up a little as you felt a hand move over your hip, just brushing against you, the contact felt too intimate for your liking. As soon as the gentleness came, so it went flying out the window when the other hand grasped your ponytail, tugging your head back, making you cry out, your hands never leaving the door handle.

He buried his masked face into your hair, right behind your ear, taking a deep breath. You knew what he most likely did to Samantha and you weren't ready for this. To be stabbed, cut? Yes, you could handle it a little, but this? This is what a lover would do to someone, but who was behind you, surely wasn't your boyfriend or a guy you would crush on like in high school. This was a monster because man couldn't do him any justice.

"N-No..." you whimpered as he gave your hair another tug, a carnal growl coming from him, then he hit your forehead against the door, hard, very hard that you blacked out, falling on the floor at his feet.

Who knew that a sunny day of Iunie would be the end of normality for someone? That was what you were thinking as the ambulance pulled over to the motorbike tournament, paramedics coming out, running towards your brother, all bloody and unconscious, his legs twisted abnormally.

"Nooo!" you screamed, falling down on your knees, your eyes taking in the scenario from what you only assumed till then was just nightmares, but this was reality.

A loud gasp left your lips as your eyes opened, temporarily blinded by the neons above you, your body covered into a sweat from the nightmare that shook your body moments ago.

You tried to move your arms, but couldn't, seeing that your upper body-part was strapped into a white straight jacket, your legs chained on each corner of the metal table you were on. This was bad....very bad. You heard moving from your left and turned your head, only to see broad shoulders and a muscular back, working on a dead body, or at last, was that person dead? The scream from that person answered your question and you cringed, a headache forming into your brain. A groan left your lips and you saw the man in black stop his movement, turning his head towards you, his eyes meeting yours.

"What a-are you going to do to us?" you asked, referring to not only you but the other unfortunate souls that have found their ways into his claws.

He didn't say anything, only returned to the victim, a scalpel in his gloved hand, and the trashing of the said victim became more intense until his body trembled and your kidnapper moved away to see what he just did.

You had seen such things in only horror movies; this psychopath just cut that person's tongue off and had the pink and red muscle in one hand. From the way this man looked at you, you probably had the most horrified expression ever, because he was such slightly smiling like this was just an everyday routine, which probably was.

You squeaked, from what Samantha told you, he was nicknamed as The Collector. Well, The Collector approached you, coming to your head and he dangled the tongue in front of your face, making you grimace. It didn't get any better when he brushed that tongue over your lips and you closed your eyes tightly, feeling your stomach turn and your insides to flip, then he pulled it away, putting the tongue into a jar filled with a substance.

"Y-You're so gross!" you spit out, glaring at The Collector, who stopped and turned towards you, like the fact that you just spit insults at him was a death penalty in his world, which was.

He walked back towards you and before you knew it, he grasped your tongue between his fingers, making fear fill your eyeballs, knowing damn well what happened to the still breathing body on the next metal table close to you.

"Should I cut it off?" it was the first time you heard him speak.

His voice was deep and calm, the type of calmness that gave you badly, bad feelings. His fingers rubbed your tongue, making you tremble and your skin to feel like it would crawl itself from your body, leaving you just a pack of muscles, organs, and bones.

His eyes were inspecting you, taking in all your reactions, not to mention how uncomfortable it was for someone to hold your tongue, making drool accumulate on your mouth, and run down the corners of your mouth.

He let go of your tongue and you quickly closed your mouth, your eyes taking in his drool covered nitrile gloved fingers and your expression was probably pure gold for him when he pulled said fingers, into his mouth, his jet eyes never breaking eye contact.

You had probably the most dumbfounded expression ever, but you were pulled out of your shock when he patted your cheek in a mocking manner, then he left the room, leaving you alone with the other one strapped on the table.

This was going to be bad....

Asa was back at his house, his two German Shepards following after their master, as he put his denim jacket on a hook in the principal hallway of his two-story house.

Tomorrow he had to go to university because his two weeks vacation was done; the time when he took most of it at the hotel where his collection was. He needed to take a shower, the smell of disinfectant and blood still lingering in his sandy brown hair.

He pulled his black turtleneck off, looking into the mirror, his eyes tired looking, then they moved onto his lips. He sighed and undressed fully, turning the water on and getting inside, letting the warm water hit his skin, muscles tight, and sore from overworking.

He still could taste you; the metallic familiar taste of blood, but that faintness of strawberry.

Asa groaned, feeling his length between his legs starting to harden, his hands forming into fists.

He had time, there was no need to rush things.

Your tongue is mine, little girl...

To be continued...

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Samantha & I

Summary: Hi! Could you please do a imagine with Sam where the reader and Sam gender swap( turn into the opposite gender). Thanks! - @sam-winchester-deserves-love

Part: 1/1

Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!reader / fem!Sam x male!reader

Warnings:

Word count: 823

A/N: Here you go! A little imagine, hope you like it! Requests are still open btw

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When your mind once more became conscious you immediately felt off, as though something was physically wrong with you. The way your legs and arms stretched further than they normally did, and how your hair was no longer touching your shoulders. But it wasn’t just you, the arm draped over your waist was a woman’s. Somehow in his features, or rather her features you could see Sam. And that’s when you began to panic.

“Sam wake up!” You whisper while shaking their shoulder, their eyes slowly blinking open before widening in panic. “It’s me, Y/N. I think the witch finished that spell.”

“Oh my god. Oh no no no no….” Repeatedly ‘no’ fell from Sam’s lips, eyes scanning his new body in the full length mirror. “Oh Dean’s gonna have a field day with this.”

“I think that just may be the last of our worries there love.” His brow furrows in concern, mind running through a plan. 

“Well, I guess we get dressed first. Then we call Rowena to help fix this mess.” Thankfully all that changed was a clothes swap, it felt strange putting your boyfriend's clothes onto your body and having them practically fit. 

Dean’s eyes fell on the two of you and he immediately reached for a gun before you two could explain. You knocked it from his hand and Sam began to fill in the blanks, Dean held his hands up in surrender and you released him. He began to laugh at the two of you eyes twinkling, his smile was infectious to the room. You glanced at Sam who stood arms crossed, but with a small smirk tugging at his lips.

“Hey now Y/N’s taller than you little brother. Man you are little.” Sam began to stride toward his brother with a murderous look and you held him back with one arm.

“Okay, that’s enough. No murdering anyone, let’s just fix this.” 

Rowena would take a few hours to get to the bunker which meant you and Sam would be stuck in these bodies for a while. You decided to make the most of the situation, eating out at a diner to test the waters. Sam was squirming under the gazes of every man in the place, it was strange to be the one to send the look of warning. You never noticed the things you simply did, not realizing how much of societal gender norms they were. You didn’t receive as many hellos from strangers as you usually did and Sam didn’t know what to do with them. 

He kept messing with his hair and you finally had to help him put it in a ponytail, some old woman passing remarked how cute it was. The pair of you simultaneously blushed, glancing at one another with the strangest look in your eyes. It was the oddest sensation to be in such different positions, and you definitely weren’t used to the height dynamic shift. Sam was not too pleased about that part. He missed being tall.

“This sucks. I am so glad I will be back to myself in not too long.” You chuckled, grabbing his hand and leading him back to the impala. Sam inserted the keys and started the impala up, smirking as two men nearby dropped their jaws in shock that a woman was driving a classic car like Baby. “Okay that wasn’t too bad.”

“And hey, you’re a pretty hot chick Winchester.” He shakes his head at you with a smile stretching across his lips. “And I gotta say I’m not too bad as a guy.”

“I definitely have a bias about my preference, I think you are best as yourself.” You smile softly at him, intertwining your fingers. “But yeah, you’re my partner in crime no matter what you look like.”

“Can’t get rid of me Winchester. You’re stuck with all this.” He sent you a concerned look before returning his eyes to the road.

“You have no idea how strange it was to hear that in a voice that’s not yours.” 

“I don’t know, I think yours is lovely.” He rolls his eyes with a smirk on his lips before bringing your intertwined hand to his lips. “God I can’t wait for Rowena to fix this, it's becoming normal to me and I don’t like that.”

Rowena found the situation absolutely hilarious, telling the two of you that the swap suited you. She sent you a wink and you were ready to get this over with, you missed your body. The chanting of Latin echoed down the hall and there was a bright flash before everything went black. Your eyes fluttered open to see Sam’s face above you, stubble and all just like it was supposed to be. 

“Oh good you’re handsome again.” Sam playfully shoved your shoulder before pulling you in for a kiss. “Next time we should definitely shop.”

“God I hope there isn’t a next time.”

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Marvel

Never Along - Tony Stark X Avenger!Reader (F)

Only You - Tony Stark X Reader (F)

Where Did Everybody Go? - Tony Stark X Ex-Hydra!Reader (A)

My Speedster - Pietro Maximoff X Reader (S)

Progress - Wanda Maximoff X Reader (F)

Natasha Romanoff taking care of you when you’re sick would include (H)

Sign Me Up - Frank Castle X Reader (F)

Family First - Frank Castle X Reader (F)

Her Habits - Trish Walker X Reader (F)

Trouble Find Me - Bucky Barnes X Hydra!Reader (F)

Bottom Of The River - Peter Parker X Reader (A)

Fix You - Peter Parker X Male!Reader (A) (F)

Peter Parker Fluff Alphabet (F)

X-gene - Logan Howlett X Reader (A)

Rock The Bed - Logan Howlett X Reader (S)

Psych 101 - Thor Odinson X Reader (F)

Running Out Of Time - Stephen Strange X Avenger!Reader (A)

The Walking Dead

Ambushed - Negan X Reader (F)

Defensive - Negan X Reader (S)

Moving On - Negan X Reader (F)

Pleading Innocent - Negan X Reader (F)

Under My Protection - Negan X Teen!Fem!Reader (F)

Dandelion - Negan X Reader  (pt. 2)  (pt. 3) (F) (A)

Freezing Storm - Negan X Reader (F)

Hunter Down - Daryl Dixon X Reader (F)

Panicked Love - Daryl Dixon X Reader (F)

Reality - Daryl Dixon X Reader (A)

Saved You First - Daryl Dixon X Teen!Fem!Reader (F)

My Way Or The Highway - Daryl DIxon X Reader (A)

Unbelievable - Rick Grimes X Reader (A)

Trust Issues - Aaron X Fem!Teen!Reader (F)

Friend On The Other Side - Aaron X Teen!Whisperer!Reader (F) (A)

Supernatural

Fall For Me  - Dean Winchester X Angel!Reader (F)

Creep - Dean Winchester X Reader (A)

Paper Crown - Sam Winchester X Male! Reader (F)

Sleeping Grace - Castiel X Hunter!Reader (F) (A)

I’ve Got You - Gabriel X Hunter!Reader (F)

DC Comics

My Drug - Arthur Fleck/Joker X Crazy!Reader (F)

I Don’t Know You - Red Hood X Male!Reader (A) (F)

I’m Serious - Red Hood X Trans!Oc (Nova) (F)

Harley Quinn Being Jealous Would Include. . . (H)

My Hero Academia

In The Hands Of The Enemy - Dabi X Fem!Reader (F)

Let’s Hang Out Sometime - Tomura Shigaraki X Reader (F) (A)

Swapped - Shota Aizawa X Hero!Fem!Reader (F)

Please. . . - Shota Aizawa X Hizashi Yamada X Hero!Reader (A) (F)

Is Something Burning? - Shoto Todoroki X Reader (F) (A)

Gotham

Jerome Valeska Being Jealous Would Include. . . (H)

Harvey Bullock Being Jealous Would Include. . . (H)

Flirty Mood - Harvey Bullock X Reader (F)

My Queen - Barbara Kean X Female!Reader (F)

One In A Million - Barbara Kean X Reader (F)

Always - Barbara Kean X Reader (F)

Not Next - Jonathan Crane X OC (F)

Breathe In, Breathe Out - Jonathan Crane X Villain!Reader (F) (A)

Run Away - Jim Gordon X Teen!Reader (F)

Unhealthy Obsession - Edward Nygma X Reader (A)

I Think I Broke Something - Oswald Cobblepot X Reader (A) (F)

Criminal Minds

Meant To Be - JJ X Reader (F)

My Life For Yours - Spencer Ried X Reader (A)

Lucifer

Sinnerman - Lucifer X Reader (F)

Law & Order SVU

Gamble Your Heart Away - Amanda Rollins X Reader (F)

Buried In Work - Dominick “Sonny” Carisi X Reader (F)

Big Brother

Our Little Secret - Nicole Franzel X Reader (F)

The 100

I Promise You - Clarke Griffin X Reader (A) (F)

Fight For You - Lexa X Reader (F)

Grey’s Anatomy

Meredith Grey Fluff Alphabet  (F)

Date Me - Mark Sloan X Reader (F)

Friends With Benefits - Lexie Grey X Shepherd!Reader (S)

School Girl Crush - Lexie Grey X Fem!Shepherd!Reader (F)

His Eyes - Derek Shepherd X Reader (A)

A Little Bit Of Luck - Derek Shepherd X Sloan!Reader (A) (F)

Scream To The Heavens - Izzie Stevens X Sloan!Reader (F)

Love Bug - Izzie Stevens X Reader (F)

Love to - Arizona Robbins X Field!Reader (F)

Stand By You - Lucy Fields X Reader (F)

They Look So Pretty When The Bleed - Alex Karev X Reader (A) (F)

Soul Eater

Drunk Words Sober Intent - Older!Deathscythe!Soul X Fem!Reader (F)

Seven Deadly Sins

For The Greater Good - Ban X Sin!Reader (F) (A)

Dead To Me

Cuddling With Judy Hale Would Includ. . . (H)

Halo

Team Osiris Cuddles (P)

Vale Trying To Make You Feel Better Would Include (H)

Perfect Week - Olympia Vale X Reader (F)

Lazy Day - Human!Cortana X Reader (F)

Orange Is The New Black

Love Doctors - Lorna Morello X Reader (F)

Apple Pie Life - Maritza Ramos X Fem!Reader (F)

Found Me - Maritza Ramos X Fem!Reader (A) (F) 

American Horror Story

Go Bite In The Night - James March X Reader (S)

Saying “I love you” to Mary Eunice first would include (H)

Jealousy Got The Best Of Me - Nora Montgomery X Reader (F)

My Light House - Misty Day X Reader (F)

YouTuber’s

Noodle - Courtney Miller (Smosh) X Reader (F)

This Is War - Mark Fischbach (Markiplier) X Reader (F)

Markiplier (Egos)

Evermore - Darkiplier X Reader (A)

Requiem - Darkiplier X Reader (A) (F)

Twilight (Pt. 2) - Darkiplier X Reader (A) (F)

Holiday Season - Darkiplier X Reader (F)

All I Want - Darkiplier X Reader (F)

In Your Head - Wilford Warfstache X Reader (A)

Adventure’s Call - Illinois X Reader (F)

Dead On Arrival - Illinois X Reader (F) (A)

Musical Friend - Yancy X Reader (F)

Parole - Yancy X Reader (F)

Meant To Be Yous’ - Yandere!Yancy X Reader (A)

Poking The Bear - The Host X Reader (F)

The Perfect Gift - The Host X Reader (F)

Panic Room - The Host X Reader (F)

In All Of The Seven Seas - Captain Magnum X Fem!Reader (F)

Pirates of the Caribbean

Beautiful As The Sea - Elizabeth Swann X Reader (F)

Aphmau Series’

Anger - Zane Ro’meave X Reader (F)

Celebrities

Missing You - Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Reader (S) (F)

Who Do You Belong To? - Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Reader (S)

Set Sex - Lauren Cohan X Reader (S)

Sleeping Beauty - Evan Peters X Reader (F)

Promise - Patrick Stump X Reader (F)

Snoopin’ Around - Jennifer Aniston X Reader (A)

Video Games

Fallout 4 Casefile - Nick Valentine X Reader (A)

Until Dawn Session 3 - Chris Heartley X Reader (A)

Santa’s List - Samantha Giddings X Reader (F)

Alien Isolation Where Do You Think You’re Going? - Amanda Ripley X Reader (F)

Victorious

Movie Night - Jade West X Reader (F)

Run Along - Jade West X Reader (F)

Confidence - Jade West X Reader (F)

Good Looking Mess - Jade West X Reader (F)

Disney

Under The Mistletoe - Elsa X Reader (F)

Secret Love - Elsa X Fem!Reader (F)

The Office

Halloween Mishap - Pam X Reader (F)

NCIS

Injured On The Job - Ziva David X Reader (F)

[fandomnerd9602]

Could you make a male reader x Samantha maxis from call of duty black ops cold war plsss?

Y/N lands the helicopter on the aircraft carrier…

Y/N: another successful run in the-

Samantha kisses him fiercely…

Samantha: deals a deal. Meet me in my quarters (winks)

Y/N: I’m definitely not going on another supply run today!

[zachsreaderinserts]

Taking a Stand

ship: platonic!bbs x male!reader

dialogue prompt: "No! I'm tired of doing what you tell me!"

warnings: abusive relationship, high school au, i poured my heart and soul into this, it felt really nice to write something like this

"Good morning, gamers," I mumbled, walking to our table in the cafeteria. My friends simply said their greetings back or just nodded at me, looking just as tired as I was.

Mondays were always hard on us, especially since we all were trying to keep up with our channels on the weekends. We all probably had a few hours of decent rest.

"Is everyone gonna be ready to upload our Prop Hunt video tonight?" Craig asked, pulling out the Uno cards. It was a tradition for us to play before school started.

"Yeah," Tyler muttered.

"Yup," Evan replied.

"I think so. I haven't had the chance to edit it yet." Brock gave me a look, that was between concerned and confused.

"You're usually the first one to finish editing out of all of us." I yawned, tears pricking my eyes.

"Angel called me last night. She was ranting and told me not to hang up, so I couldn't get to it." I missed the eye rolls and the silent scoffs that were passed around the group.

"You could've told her you had something to do." Marcel pointed out as the game had begun.

"She wouldn't be happy about it. I don't like upsetting her." I placed down the first card, nudging Brian to place his next. "I'll try to get it done before dinner."

"There's no pressure, L/n. Take your time." Jonathan reassured me, giving me a soft smile. His smile quickly melted away and before I could ask why tan arms wrapped around my shoulders.

"Y/n!" Angel, my girlfriend of one month, exclaimed. She pecked my lips, smiling happily. "Good morning, baby."

"Mornin', Ang." Looking back down at the table, I noticed it was my turn again and a plus two was laid before me. "Oh, you motherfuckers!" Everyone laughed as I pulled two cards from the deck.

"Don't curse, Y/n." Angel lightly patted my shoulder, giving me an admonishing frown. "It's just a game."

"Sorry, babe. It's just that my friends," I threw out a mock glare, "are little shits."

"I was wondering if you could walk me to my locker." I glanced over at my friends before looking at her. "Please, Y/n!"

"I really want to finish this game." I tried to reason, looking in the green eyes of my lover. "Can you wait until the second bell?"

"Y/n, I want to get there before Samantha and April do so we can catch up on some stuff." Seeing that I was still hesitating, she frowned again. "I bet Raymond would walk me to my locker." I turned back around, trying to hide my hurt expression.

"Yeah, I'll walk you." She clapped in excitement as I set my cards down. "See y'all at lunch." I tried to put on a smile, but it felt forced more than anything. Angel wrapped her hand around mine, leading me away from my friends.

Lately, I've been becoming less happy with Angel. She would give me little bits of an insult, leaving me to wonder if she meant it or not. And whenever I wouldn't let her have her way, she would just grow cold and serious.

But, I still liked her. She meant a lot to me. So, I took everything with stride.

My friends, on the other hand, didn't. Back at the table, all of them grew frustrated and angry with our relationship.

"I fucking hate her," Tyler growled, slamming down a blue card onto the deck.

"Join the club." Marcel sneered, glaring as Angel and I disappeared around the corner. "What does he see in her?"

"Maybe he's just staying for the sex." David pointed out, cursing quietly as a plus four was placed down.

"Y/n's too insecure for sex." Brian countered, crossing his arms. "Remember what happened when he had his fall out with Kyle? The whole reason it started was because Y/n refused to fuck him."

"Whatever it is, I hope it's good enough to justify her shitty behavior." Lui cut in, leaning against Evan. "Though, I doubt there's anything that really can justify it."

"We just gotta trust Y/n for now, guys." Brock sent everyone a reassuring glance. "I'm sure he knows what's best for him."

---

"Happy Valentine's Day!" I cheered, carrying an assortment of flowers and chocolates to my friends.

"Whoa!"

"Chocolate!"

"Holy shit!"

"Oh my God!" Various noises of surprise came from them as I placed the stash on the table, grinning proudly.

"Let me hand them out first, children." They went quiet as I started passing around gift cards with a gift attached.

For Evan, I stayed true to his simplistic nature and got him a bouquet of various red flowers. Jonathan received a chocolate box full of bear shaped candies. I got Lui and Brock assorted flowers, which were in almost every shade of the rainbow. Brian and Craig got Starbucks gift cards while I got David and Marcel Visa gift cards.

The last gift was for Tyler, but it was hidden in a plain, black box.

"Okay, open that one under the table." He did as I said and once he opened it, he started laughing loudly. I started laughing at his reaction, slapping the table.

"Y/n, you didn't!" He pulled out a blue dildo, about the size of his forearm. Brock quickly rushed to hide it, laughing along with the rest of us.

After the short laughing fit, they began to read the cards I gave them, either tearing up or smiling at my genuine messages.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Y/n!" Angel gave me a kiss on the mouth, which made me flustered.

"Ah, Angel! Not in front of the guys!" She pulled back, looking dejected. "Sorry, but you know I don't like kissing in front of other people."

"But it's Valentine's Day!" She pressed, slowly getting visibly angry with me. "Shouldn't we be making out all day?"

"I'm just not comfortable with it." She gave me a glare and I sighed, getting sad. "Sorry, Angel."

"No... Don't be. Just-- Did you get me anything?" I lit up, seeing the opportunity to cheer her up.

"Actually, yeah! It's at my house right now, so if you wanna come over later--"

"You mean to tell me that you don't have a gift to give me during the school day?" I shut my mouth, looking at her in confusion. The table around us went silent.

"Is that 'boyfriend protocol' or something?" She huffed frustratedly, taking a step back and crossing her arms.

"Uh, yes! How am I gonna show everyone how good of a boyfriend you are if you don't have a gift during school hours?"

"I don't think you'd need to flaunt around how good of a boyfriend I am if you already know it." I shrugged, trying to keep the tears at bay. "I'm no genius or anything, but I think I'm a very good boyfriend."

"Nevermind, Y/n. I'm going to class." She hissed, storming off. I clenched my fists, trying not to cry in front of my friends.

"Don't listen to her, Y/n." Lui comforted, leading me back to the table. "She's probably on her period or something."

"I made her a painting of us. I worked hard on it and everything." My voice cracked as I folded my arms and laid my head down on them. "I thought she would appreciate it."

"I don't think you guys should keep dating." Evan rubbed my back while talking to me. "You both clearly aren't happy in this situation."

"No, no. I'll figure it out. I really want to keep dating her." I looked at him with a teary face. "I'm sorry for crying."

"Hey, don't be." David came over, sitting next to me. "Why are you saying sorry?"

"Are you fucking crying right now? That's for babies, Y/n! I'm not gonna date a man who cries like a damn baby after an argument." Angel ranted, pointing at my face.

"I have no clue." I lied, rubbing my eyes harshly.

---

y/ntheactualgod has logged onto: what's jon's sexuality??

y/ntheactualgod: DHSJSK WHO CHANGED THE GROUPCHAT NAME

miniladd: IT WAS ME

h20delirious:

FUCK ALL OF YOU

h20delirious changed the chat name to: craig has a micropenis

y/ntheactualgod: and i oop

iamwildcat: y/n if you say "and i oop" one more time i'm going to freak the fuck out

y/ntheactualgod: A N D I OOP

moosnuckel: now you gotta beat them up tyler you said it yourself

iamwildcat: i'm gonna kick your ass as soon as we get to school tomorrow

y/ntheactualgod: do it pussy

vanossgaming: can i record it for my channel?

basicallyidowrk: they're gonna be the next logan paul and ksi

thegamingterroriser: but who's who?

y/ntheactualgod: call dibs on being ksi

iamwildcat: call dibs on being ksi F U CK I DON'T WANNA BE LOGAN PAUL

daithidenogla: sucks to suck

y/ntheactualgod: hold on, angel's messaging me

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angelbabycakes: Y/N Y/N Y/N

y/ntheactualgod: what's up sugar

angelbabycakes: can i come over?

y/ntheactualgod: to hang out at like 2 AM?

angelbabycakes: not to hang out silly i wanna take our relationship to the next level

---

I felt my heart stop in my chest as I read over what she sent me.

---

y/ntheactualgod: oh. um, hold on

---

y/ntheactualgod: ANGEL WANTS TO HAVE SEX WITH ME WHAT DO I DO?????

basicallyidowrk: SEND US A SCREENSHOT

y/ntheactualgod: unknown.png

h20delirious: oh my god

luicalibre: do u wanna have sex with her?

y/ntheactualgod: uhhhhh not really if i'm being honest ITS NOT THAT I DONT LIKE HER I LOVE ANGEL BUT IM NOT READY FOR SEX

miniladd: that's fine y/n! nothing to be worried about. just tell her how you feel

---

y/ntheactualgod: im sorry angel, but im not ready for that yet

angelbabycakes: look out ur window :)

---

"She didn't," I whispered in horror, rushing to go peek out the window. In my backyard stood my girlfriend of three months, who smiled up at me. I saw her put her phone to her ear and my phone lit up with a call from her. Answering it with shaky hands, I looked down at her through the window.

"Hey, baby! Can you let me in?"

"Angel, I love you a lot, but I can't do this." My voice trembled with anxiety as I saw her face be pulled into a frown. "I'm so sorry, honey, but I just can't have sex with anyone right now."

"Why not! I've been dating your sorry ass for three months! The least you could do is make it worth my while!"

"Angel, I--" She let out an enraged yell, picking up one of my lawn chairs and throwing it across my backyard. I watched in horror as she practically messed up my backyard. "Angel, please stop!"

"I'm tired of dating your wimpy ass! I don't deserve to be with such an ungrateful boyfriend." And she hung up on me, storming out of my yard. My hands were shaking so hard, I dropped my phone. Sinking to the floor, I stuck my head into my knees and started sobbing.

Was I crying of fear or heartbreak? I couldn't even tell.

---

"Good morning, Y/n!" I yelped loudly as David clapped his hand on my shoulder. He pulled his hand away, looking at me concerned.

"Oh, hey David." My voice was scratchy from a lack of sleep, but I didn't let it stop me from talking. "Sorry, you just scared me."

"I'm sorry. You look like you just saw a ghost." As we walked over to the lunch table, I kept my eyes open for Angel, becoming more paranoid the further in we walked. "Where were you this morning?"

This morning was really rough for me. I decided to skip out on sitting with my friends to hide in the bathroom, out of fear that Angel would confront me about last night.

"I had a long night. Woke up late." I lied, weakly smiling up at my friend. "Hope you guys were worried about me."

"We kinda were. Especially after what happened earlier this morning." I looked away from David, seeing that we were nearing the lunch table.

"I'm fine," I reassured to him, rushing to go sit down. I missed the unconvinced look on his face as he walked after me. "Hey, guys."

"Y/n! Where've you been?" Evan called out, grinning as I sat between him and Craig.

"Late morning," I responded, pulling out a cup of jello from my lunchbox. "Who won Uno today?"

"Lui did. He was totally cheating, though." Tyler complained, making me smile genuinely. I felt myself relax a little around them as I opened up the cup.

"You're a winner in my heart, Ty--"

"Y/n!" I couldn't help but jump harshly as Angel called out my name. I managed to squeeze all the jello out of the cup and all over my hand. Angel's tan arms wrapped around my shoulders and she moved to peck my cheek. "I didn't see you this morning."

Was she choosing to forget about what had happened?

"Uh... I woke up late." I stuttered, looking at my now ruined jello. "Sorry."

"You should really be more responsible, Y/n." As she picked her hand up to move a piece of my hair, I couldn't help the tiny flinch. Luckily she didn't notice. "You wanna come over later to watch some Netflix?" She gave me a look similar to the one she wore last night when she first stood in my backyard, letting me know what she was implying.

"I'm sorry, Angel, but I got--"

"Let me guess. Homework? A recording session? Friends coming over?" She took her arms away from my shoulders, giving me a harsh glare. "You never have time for me."

"Angel, not here," I whispered, looking at the eyes of my friends watching us talk.

"Don't give me that BS, L/n! You don't care about me anymore!" She stood up to her full height, putting her hands on her hips. "Don't talk to me unless you wanna apologize." And she stomped away again, leaving me behind with an empty cup of jello and a hand covered in it.

"I'll be right back," I muttered, scared that I was going to start crying in front of the whole cafeteria. I speed-walked to the nearest bathroom and locked myself in a stall. I let the tears slip down my cheeks and silently cried my heart out. My jello covered hand stained my shirt, but at the time, I didn't really care.

"Y/n? Are you in here?" I went silent, hoping that Brock would go away. "Y/n, I can see you sitting in there."

"Go away." My voice broke midsentence as Brock's footsteps came closer to my stall.

"Y/n, we just wanna help you." Jonathan came over as well. "Please come out."

"I-- I can't!" I yelled, feeling broken. "I'm trying so hard to make her happy and she just can't accept it! I've been letting her do as she pleases and it feels like she doesn't even listen to me. I don't want to cuddle with her and then she stops talking to me! I don't give her a gift during Valentine's Day at school and she yells at me! I say I don't want to have sex with her and she proceeds to trash my backyard! I'm so tired of not being enough!" I was gasping for air near the end, recognizing that I was starting to have another anxiety attack. I quickly unlocked the door and smashed into the nearest person's chest, sobbing heavily. They wrapped their arms around me, swaying back and forth as I let out month's worth of tears.

"We're here, Y/n. We've got you." Brian whispered. I felt another pair of arms wrap around us and soon, everyone joined in on the hug.

And for the first time in months, I felt safe and secure.

Once my crying had dialed down, we all separated. I wiped my face with my sleeve, trying to remove any remnants of tears.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop saying you're sorry for crying. There's no reason for you to say sorry when you're this mentally torn about something." Craig gave me a stern glare, holding me by the shoulders. "Why do you say sorry every time you cry?"

"I... I've been told that crying is considered being babyish." Evan huffed, rolling his eyes at me.

"So what? Showing emotions isn't being a baby. It's being genuine. If you hide your emotions, then you're just equivalent to a robot. You should be happy that you can express yourself so well. As cool as it would be to be a robot, I think it would get pretty boring." I smiled a little, sniffing.

"You think?"

"He's right, Y/n. Craig's expressive, but he lifts like a damn champion. And Tyler screams like a preteen, but he's just as strong as anyone else."

"Hey!" We all laughed at that.

"The point is is that you shouldn't feel bad for being emotional. It's a part of who you are." I nodded, feeling confident in myself. "Now, if I were to guess correctly, I'm assuming Angel told you that." My smile quickly changed to a frown.

"How'd you know?" I asked Marcel, to which Jonathan snorted at me.

"Your girlfriend's a douchebag, Y/n. I'm sorry, but it's the Gospel Truth." I just sighed, leaning against the wall.

"I know. But I love her." Brock grabbed my face gently, making me look in his eyes.

"Think of every moment you had with her that was happy." I looked up, trying to recall every moment.

When I asked her out. Our first date. The day we went on a road trip. Her aunt's wedding. My birthday.

"Now think of every moment that you weren't happy with her."

Our first fight. Meeting my parents. Valentine's Day. LAST NIGHT. NOT EVEN TWO MINUTES AGO--

"I have to go," I muttered, a sense of urgency and determination running through me. I slinked past everyone, rushing out of the bathroom and to the lunch room. They all followed me as I walked over to Angel's lunch table, where she turned to face me.

"Are you here to apologize?" I didn't even get to open my mouth when she spoke. "Well, too bad. I'm still angry--"

"No! I'm tired of doing what you tell me!" I cut her off, balling up my fists. "Last night, you trashed my backyard because I wouldn't fuck you! And you just yelled at me for saying no to hanging out after school. I've been doing everything for you when you wouldn't even do half of it for me!" The cafeteria went silent as I was speaking, watching us argue. And for once, I didn't care who saw me.

"How dare you, Y/n! I fucking love you!" She started tearing up, fake tears to get sympathy from me. "You're going to break up with me?!"

"Uh, yeah? Was that not clear?!" She closed her mouth, shocked by my rage. "If you fucking loved me then you would've respected the fact that I didn't want sex! You would've accepted my gift during Valentine's Day and you would've respected my wishes throughout the year of me saying no! But you didn't. Instead, you manipulated me continuously with no hesitation and it's because you can't seem to get in your tiny brain that not everyone owes you anything!" Tears leaked from my eyes, but this time, I didn't care who saw. "I'm done, Angel. I want everything I ever gave you back."

"You can't do that!" She grabbed my wrist, looking into my eyes. "Y/n, I love you!"

I looked down at my now ex-girlfriend, ripping my hand away from her.

"No, you don't." And with that, I left her behind, once and for all.

As I exited the cafeteria, I watched Lui come up and clap me on the shoulder, smiling at me.

"You did good, Y/n." I smiled. And it felt really great as a whole new feeling blossomed in my chest.

"Yeah. I did, huh?" Freedom. That's what this was. Freedom from months of torture. I wiped away tears, not feeling ashamed for shedding them. "You guys wanna go ditch for some Hardee's?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Alright!"

"Yes!"

"Sure."

"Cool!"

"I'm down."

"I call shotgun!"

"I'm taking my car!" As the others rushed out, Craig stayed behind, turning to look at me.

"Are you okay?" Linking our arms together, I sighed happily.

"I'm feeling great."

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Who do you write for? Do you do Male Reader imagines? Great work

Hello Love, here are the fandoms we write for (there may be some we missed from the list, so if there’s one missing just ask):

A Study In Charlotte

About A Boy (Film and Show)

Agent Carter

American Horror Story* (Only Murder House, Asylum, Coven and Freak Show)

And Then There Were None

Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging

Arrow (Only seasons 1-3)

Avengers (Includes all MCU films from The Incredible Hulk to Civil War, Ant Man Included)

Awkward.

Baby Daddy

Bad Education

Bates Motel* (Only Season 1)

Batman (The Dark Knight Trilogy & BVS)

Being Human UK* (Only season 1-2)

The Big Bang Theory

Bioshock Infinite

Black Mirror

Blindspot

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Carmilla* (Only season 1)

Carrie The Musical

Castle* (Only season 1-7)

Casualty* (Only season 23+)

Conviction

Criminal Minds

Criminal Minds: Beyond Borders

Crimson Peak

Daredevil* (Only season 1)

Dawson’s Creek* (Only season 1-3)

Dear Evan Hansen

Die Hard

Disney (Including any Disney films with exclusion of Frozen; Also shows such as Girl Meets World, Liv and Maddie, Suite Life On Deck, Lab Rats and Wizards of Waverly Place)

Divergent

Downton Abbey

Drop Dead Diva

Elementary* (Only season 1-4)

Falsettos

Fantastic 4 (Only the 2005 film and sequel)

Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them

Fast and Furious

The Fault In Our Stars (Book and Film)

Finding Carter (Only Season 1)

Fire Watch

The Flash* (Only season 1)

The Fosters* (Only season 1)

F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

Glee* (Only season 1-5)

Gone Home

Gossip Girl

Greek* (Only season 1-2)

Grimm

Hamilton

Harry Potter (Films and Books)

Heathers

Heroes Of The Storm

The Hobbit (Film series and book)

Hooten and the Lady

How I Met Your Mother

How To Get Away With Murder* (Only season 1)

The Hunger Games* (Not including the last film)

The Inbetweeners

Indiana Jones

iZombie

Jurassic Park/ World

Kingsman: The Secret Service

Legion

Life Is Strange

Looking For Alaska

Lord of the Rings

Lost

Magical Diary

Manhattan Love Story

Marvel’s Agents of SHIELD* (Only season 1)

The Maze Runner

Miscellaneous Films (Beastly; Chalet Girl; When In Rome; Definitely, Maybe; What’s Your Number?; Just Like Heaven; The Nanny Diaries; The Internship; The Italian Job; The Man From Uncle; Wild Child; Chicago; About Time; The Holiday; Love Actually; 27 Dresses; Notting Hill; Bridget Jones’ Diary; The Proposal; She’s The Man; Jupiter Ascending; Nerve; Sydney White; Wimbeldon)

Mission Impossible

My Family

My Little Pony

New Girl* (Only season 1-3)

The Night Manager

North and South

Not Going Out

Of Mice And Men

Once Upon a Time* (Only season 1-5)

One Day At A Time

Orange is the New Black* (Only season 1-3)

The Originals.* (Only season 1)

Outnumbered

Overwatch

Paper Towns (Film and Book)

Percy Jackson (Only films)

Pirates of the Caribbean* (Only films 1-3)

Pramface

Pretty Little Liars

Pushing Daisies

Red Band Society

Reign* (Only season 1-2)

Rent

Riverdale

Samantha Who

Scream

Scrubs

Secret Life Of An American Teenager* (Only season 1-3)

Sense8

Shadowhunters*

Sherlock

Siblings

Skins UK* (Only season 1-4)

Stalker

Star Trek

Star Wars* (1-6)

Step Up

Stranger Things

Supergirl*

Superman (Superman Returns, Man Of Steel and BVS)

Supernatural* (Only season 1-3)

Switched At Birth* (Only season 1-2)

Teen Wolf* (Only season 1)

Twilight

Until Dawn

The Vampire Diaries* (Only season 1-4)

The Walking Dead

Westworld

Witcher 3

World of Warcraft

X-Men (Includes all 9 films; including Deadpool and Apocalypse)

8 Simple Rules* (Only season 1-2)

13 Little Blue Envelopes

13 Reasons Why

90210* (Only season 1-2)

10 Things I Hate About You (Film and Series)

The 100* (Only season 1-2)

Aaron writes for male readers, so it may not cover all the above fandoms as Hannah and I do not.

Thank you Love.

- Lottie.

[sonofadeanwinchester]

Even Then

Summary: You’re the writer and lead female role on a movie. When Sebastian Stan is cast as the male lead, old feelings come back.

Words: 1869

Sebastian Stan x POC!Reader

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: This was requested by @areelphony ! I’m sorry that it took me so damn long to write this for you. I’m also sorry if this sucks.

Tags:  @221bshrlocked @marvelouslyme96 @shellymaesworld @titty-teetee @pawallday @chameerah@buckylicious@nerdywitch @teresaoliva20 @guera31 @i-should-probably-be-asleep-rn @ssweet-empowerment@jhangelface0523 @sarahp879 @parkerrpeterr @bxxbxy @mrs-meghan-winchester  @yknott81 @thejemersoninferno@yeahbutmarvel @kaleidoscope96

“Okay, so you’re telling me that you wanna star and be the writer?” My sister, Shay, ask me.

I nod. “Just looking for some actors willing to do some shit acting.”

She laughs. “This script is incredible, really.”

I roll my eyes. “Thank you but I couldn’t really picture anyone being playing these roles.”

Shay cocks her head to the side. “Well, it seems that you’ve written the male lead like a tall guy with black hair and you mention striking blue eyes a few times as well.” I sigh. “God, I based him off Prince Eric, didn’t I?”

“Sebastian.” My sister’s eyes grew wide as she googled him.

I shake my head. I haven’t seen Sebastian in nearly seven years, not since he joined onto the MCU. “No.”

She nods. “Yes. He’s perfect for this role.”

I shake my head. “No, Shay, it’s too soon.”

“It’s been seven years and too late. He’s on his way over here.”

“What?!” I jump to my feet. “I wasn’t expecting a fucking audition here today.”

She shrugs. “I’ll talk to him, you just get it presentable in here, k?”

“The writer is a friend of yours?” I hear Sebastian’s voice from down the hall.

Shay speaks, very professional. “You could say we grew up together.”

Their voices grow closer every second as I rush around my office, trying to get everything tidy and ready for this spontaneous audition. By the time the door opens, I sit down in my chair, my back to it. “Well, this role seems to fit for me. I’m glad my manager gave me a head start. Who’s the director?”

I take a deep breath and swivel around in my seat. “Seb, hey.”

“(y/n)? What’re you doing here?”

Shay smirks. “This is my sister. The writer”

“Sister? Wr-writer?” Sebastian’s eyes grow wide as he takes a seat in front of me. “Uh, this is shocking.”

I nod. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to hear about this movie for a while yet.”

He clears his throat, his eyes focused on my face. He licks his lips before speaking. “Well, it’s amazing.”

My face flushes. “Thank you. And just for the record, I didn’t capture the character’s looks after you.”

He smirks. “Never crossed my mind but now that you mention it.”

Shay chuckles. “You’ve read the script then?”

He nods, his eyes leaving mine for just a moment. “Yeah, it’s great.”

“Then why don’t you give us a piece of it.”

His eyes jerk back to mine and he grins. “What part and what setting?”

Shay smirks. “What about the part where our male lead is at the altar and his ex-lover barges in and he realizes that he’s been with the wrong woman.”

I grind my teeth together and smile. “Go ahead.”

He nods, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opens them, they are tear-filled. “Jamie-” He takes a deep breath. “I almost married the wrong woman because I thought you hated me. I thought you would never forgive me for what I did to you.”

Shay steps in, playing Jamie. “You broke my heart, Stanley, but how could I ever hate you?”

He wipes a tear from his cheek, anxious he starts again. “Samantha was just someone to maybe and try to get over the fact that I ruined the best thing that ever happened to me. When I found out you moved away and didn’t say goodbye, I figured you would never want to see me again but-” another deep sigh, “here you are, busting into my wedding ceremony. Why?”

Shay chuckles. “Why? Because I’m still in love with you. I still want to spend the rest of my life with you. Because watching you be with other women is like stabbing myself repeatedly in the heart.”

Sebastian shutters out a sigh. “I’ve been waiting so long to hear you say that. Jamie, I still love you. I never stopped loving you. I’ll always love you even to my deathbed. And if there is a life after death, I’ll love you even then.”

“Scene.” Shay stopped, shaking Sebastian’s hand and grinning. “That was amazing.”

He wiped his cheeks. “Thank you.”

I chuckle. “Can’t believe you remembered all that in like the ten minutes of reading it.”

He shrugs. “From the first words, it gripped me and it kind of resonated with me, you know? Kinda seems familiar to my own life.”

Shay clears her throat. “Well, I think it’s safe to say that you’re definitely the top picks for our male lead.”

He claps his hands. “That’s amazing, thank you. Any idea who’s playing the leading lady?”

I clear my throat. “That’s me actually. I’ll be playing the role of Jamie.”

His face drained of blood. “Really. You’re the lead star. Okay, that’s cool.” He swallows and licks his lips. “Who’s playing Samantha?”

I cock my head to the side. “Margot Robbie.”

“Oh! I’ve worked with Margot, she’s great.”

Shay looks between the two of us and stands. “Sebastian here’s a script and I’ll send the paperwork over to your agent. Congratulations, you got the part.”

“What?” Sebastian and I spoke in unison.

She nods. “I’m the casting director on this film and I think you’ll make a good part on this team.”

He stands to his feet. “Uh, thank you, Shay.” He nods his head once and leaves the room, shaking his head as he walks away.

“What the actual fucking hell was that?” I stand, glaring at her.

“You really don’t see it?”

“See what?”

She groans. “There is clearly unresolved history between you and that fine ass man that just left. This might be a good way to, you know, resolve things.”

I snort. “There is nothing ‘unresolved’ between us.”

She cocks a brow. “You never do air quotes unless you’re annoyed or being defensive and I think you’re doing both of those things.”

I roll my eyes. “So what if I still have feelings for him? He clearly isn’t interested.”

“Are you blind or just stupid?” She sees my face and smiles. “Sorry, just that, he clearly has a thing for you.”

I shake my head. “Well, he’s worked with Margot before and he has a history of dating co-stars so maybe there is something between them.”

Shay shakes her head. “She’s married.”

“And I’m not interested.”

“Mhmm.” She rolls her eyes and walks away.

The final day of rehearsal was the most awkward. I wanted so many times to run to Sebastian and explain to him that I still love him but I never did. He was always with Margot. . “Okay, everyone. Get in your places.” The director, Tim, was sipping out a coffee. “We’re ending today with the wedding scene.

Margot and Seb stand at the altar, with love in their eyes, as a priest behind them starts the wedding ceremony. Sebastian is dressed in a tuxedo, looking handsome as ever. Margot stands across from him, dressed in a princess style wedding dress, a veil covering her face. If I didn’t know better, I’d say I was really attending their wedding. Sebastian is saying something and Margot is giggling. He winks at her and she sighs, nodding. As the priest opens the ceremony up to anyone who objects, I run in. Busting through the double doors, tears on my cheeks and my mascara running wildly, I scream. “Stanley!”

Stanley’s head swings to look at me, confusion on his face. “Jamie?”

Samantha jolts her head backward. “Who’s Jamie?”

“Stanley, don’t marry her.” My throat tightens up with emotions. “Don’t, please.”

He releases her hands and looks her square in the eyes. “Sam, I love you but I can’t do this.”

Samantha’s jaw drops and she crosses her arms like a child throwing a hissy fit. “Stan, come on.”

“I’m sorry, Sam.” With that, he drops down the stairs, running over to me. “Jamie-” He takes a deep breath. “I almost married the wrong woman because I thought you hated me. I thought you would never forgive me for what I did to you.”

My voice comes out shaky. “You broke my heart Stanley, but how could I ever hate you?”

He wipes a tear off his cheek. “Samantha was just someone to get over the fact that I ruined the best thing that ever happened to me. When I found out you moved away and didn’t say goodbye, I figured you would never want to see me again but-” another deep sigh, “here you are, busting into my wedding ceremony. Why?”

I chuckle. “Why? Because I’m still in love with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Because watching you be with other women is like stabbing myself repeatedly in the heart.”

Stanley shutters out a sigh. “I’ve been waiting so long to hear you say that. Jamie, I still love you. I never stopped loving you. I’ll always love you even to my deathbed. And if there is a life after death, I’ll love you even then.”

He leans in close enough that I can feel his breath on my lips and the director calls “CUT!”

I sigh, trying to calm my beating heart. Sebastian stands in front of me, his blue eyes watching me. “Good job.”

I nod, not breaking eye contact with him. “You too.”

“Seb, that was amazing. I actually believed you loved her.” Margot was beside us now, shaking her blonde curls. “Hello, (y/n), I’m Margot.”

I smile, eyes still on Sebastian. “I know who you are.” Breaking contact for a moment. “I’m (y/n), the writer.”

Her eyes grew big. “The script is lovely! Really, it’s amazing.” She puts a hand on Sebastian's shoulder and tugs him. “Come now, let’s go get some food.”

He nods. “Sure.” He turns away from me and starts to leave. I can feel my stomach growing in the urge to scream, to ask her to lay off of him but he’s not mine, not anymore. I turn my back from him and then I hear my name. “(y/n).”

I turn to find Sebastian standing in front of me. “Yeah?”

He swallows loudly and goes to speak but nothing comes out.

I nod, walking away.

“(y/n)?” His voice again.

I turn, agitated. “What?”

He clears his throat. “This script, resonated with me because it reminds me of you. And it makes so much sense why now because you put your heart and soul into this and I could feel it. It reminds me of our past, our history, together and it makes me miss us. It made me miss you.” He chews his lip. “I don’t expect a huge answer or even an answer at all, I just needed you to know that. I needed you to know that being in the same room with you is suffocating and intoxicating all at the same time. Being near you again, it makes me want to be a better person, I better actor. You always brought the best out in me. I love you like how Stanley loves Jamie.”

I feel a lump in my throat growing as I smile. “I love you like how Jamie loves Stanley.”