#shut the fuck down ava

[pr1ncessavar0se]

guys

I think my bf is onto something

my Horropedia kinnie boyfriend strikes again

[jambamthepaperman]

We need to fight for this show. We need to write our happy endings, continue to fight and draw and protest. We need to have our story’s told. I’m not giving up. We can’t give up.

[falcqns]

so glad that my director let me bring lav to the new centre this week i didn’t want her at the old one anymore lmao 😭😭😭

[feyhunter78]

Jealously, Jealously

Couldn’t find a fanart I felt fit so have a gif!

Nerd!Miguel Masterlist

You’re not jealous, you can’t be jealous, because Miguel isn’t yours. You’re friends, study buddies, lab partners, platonic, platonic, platonic, so why do you feel so shitty watching him and this random girl—Ava she said her name was—flirting?

Maybe it’s because she’s flipping her long silky black hair over her shoulder, batting her thick naturally dark lashes up at him, laughing at his jokes with a laugh that sounds like music, and Miguel’s eating it up.

You’ve never seen Miguel so confident, and it hurts. You’ve been friends with him for ages now, and he’s never been so forward, so clearly sure of himself when he’s with you. He’s talking, leaning down to hear her better, letting her touch his arm, his chest, even his fucking neck.

You stew in silence, arms crossed, watching them from your place behind the Sig Epp letters.

You were supposed to be getting lunch, walking, and talking with Miguel, only stopping to say hello to Brett, but then this Ava girl showed up and all of a sudden, she and Miguel have to speak privately.

“What’s got you all heated?” Brett asks, bumping his shoulder into yours, joining you against the low wall, behind the giant painted letters.

They’re what four-five feet tall, painted in the Sig Epp colors, made of plywood and some other material you don’t really recognize, and don’t care to. They’re good to hide behind, and that’s what you’re doing.

“I’m not heated.” You tell him, rolling your eyes when Ava playfully squeezes Miguel’s bicep, her laugh ringing out through the courtyard.

“Tsst, ouch.” Brett says, jerking away from you dramatically, acting as if touching your shoulder burned him.

“You’re not funny.” You deadpan, averting your eyes from Miguel and onto Brett.

“I’m a little funny.” He says, “remember when I got Dr. Blevins to do that TikTok trend with me?”

“The one where you tried to guess which of the other professors in the department he hated?” You snort, turning to face him, leaning against the sun-bleached bricks.

It was pretty funny, Dr. Belvins wasn’t the nicest man on the planet, but who would’ve known he had such a hatred for Dr. Vervid? Though you shouldn’t be too surprised, there weren’t many people who liked the Organic Chemistry professor.

“See I’m funny.” Brett says, wriggling his eyebrows victoriously.

“You did one funny thing.”

He presses a hand to his heart. “You wound me y/n, truly, down to the deepest chasm of my very soul.”

“Alright, Shakespeare,” you laugh, “time to phone it in.”

Brett takes an exaggerated bow.

You roll your eyes but giggle. Brett is a goof, and while usually you find it all a bit ridiculous, it does the trick, the uncomfortable emotions you’re feeling lessen.

“No, but seriously, you seem upset, is everything alright?” Brett’s voice takes on a more serious tone, and he gives you a sympathetic smile. “I know we’re not close like you and Miguel, but I do consider you a friend, and if I can help, I’d like to.”

Are you crying? You think you might cry. “Shut up, why are you being so nice to me?”

“I’m a nice guy, not like that, an actual nice guy, a nice person.”

You sigh and roll your neck, letting it hang to one side as you look at Brett. “I think I might be jealous?”

“Oh, of Miguel and Ava? Yeah, I see them hanging out sometimes, she’s hot.”

Gut punch.

“You’ve seen them hanging out?” You dig your nails into your palm to try and keep the emotion out of your voice. Thankfully it works.

“Sometimes, used to see them hanging out before you two got close, but it’s picked back up recently.” Brett says, casting a surprisingly subtle glance over at the dark-haired pair.

Double gut punch.

“Oh…cool.” You reach for your phone preparing to either hide in it or text Miguel and tell him you have to miss lunch, either way you’re pretty sure you’re going to start crying.

Brett snaps to attention and reaches out to put a hand on your shoulder. “Shit, y/n, I didn’t even—I’m sorry.”

“No, no, Miguel and I are just friends, I don’t care who he hangs out with, it doesn’t matter to me.”

Totally doesn’t matter that he defended you against Kron, that he said he wanted to have a daughter with you. That you almost kissed, that he’s coming with you to the semiformal, that you eat lunch together every day during the week, totally doesn’t matter.

“Oh well...I don’t think they’re dating or anything, Miguel isn’t like that, he wouldn’t…” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “He’s not the kind of guy to lead someone on.”

“I said we’re just friends. Bye Brett.” You snap, shoving your phone back in your pocket and readjusting your backpack as you speed walk in the opposite direction of Miguel. Hoping fervently that you can make it back to the Humanities Building, then to the parking lot, before he notices you’re gone.

Of course, you have no such luck, and you can hear Miguel calling out to you, then your phone lights up in your hand.

“Hey.” You say, keeping your voice calm.

“Y/N, where are you going, I thought we were getting lunch?” His voice is so sweet, so concerned, and you hate him for it.

“I forgot my next class was canceled, and I have a big essay coming up, I’m just going to go home and work on it.” You lie, digging your car keys out of your backpack.

“Oh…okay…” You can picture him, standing there all alone, looking down at his feet, clutching the strap of his backpack protectively, his voice thick with disappointment.

You hate yourself for feeling guilty, but then you remember he’s not alone, he has Ava.

“Just go eat lunch with Ava, you guys seemed pretty cozy, don’t let me interrupt.” You can’t stop the venom from dripping into your voice.

“Interrupt? Y/N, you wouldn’t be—no, I’m not—Ava is just—it’s not like that.” Clearly, the words are spilling past his lips faster than his brain can process them.

“I don’t care, go, have fun, do whatever you want.” It’s petty, and unreasonable, you know, but you’re hurt, and you want him to hurt too. You hang up and put your phone on do not disturb, slamming your car door shut and heading home as you burst into tears.

Directly connected parts are: Flowers On Your Doorstep and Semiformal Kisses and Cat Fights

TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps, @chrishy973, @farrowroyale, @palesatan, @scaryplanetdestroyer, @denzmallows, @36namey

[amsznn]

FOOLISH - c. sturniolo

part 3, part 2, part 1 here

warnings: SMUT, p in v, dom!chris, and just chris being toxic once again

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your eyes fluttered open, expecting to feel the sun shine through your curtains, but instead you were met with pitch black.

you reached for your phone and checked the time.

3:15 A.M.

you groaned as you knew you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. you turned over on your side to see chris fast asleep beside you, lightly snoring here and there.

part of you was happy he was here, but the other part questioned why you even allowed him to be. but you decided to believe him, once again.

to you, his apology seemed genuine enough and you felt like theres no one else you’d rather be with than chris, so you’d take a million chances on him.

you slowly crawled on top of chris, straddling his waist. you brushed a few strands of hair out of his face. he slightly squirmed in his sleep but that wasn’t enough to wake him up.

“chris?” you call out, just above a whisper.

“mm?” chris responded back while still being somewhat asleep.

“i can’t sleep.” you said while resting your head in the crook of his neck, dragging your hand down his bare chest.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he quietly mumbled while moving his hands up and down your back.

“i need you.” you say just above a whisper, playing with the waistband of his sweatpants. chris, still tired, nodded before snaking his hands underneath your tank top.

you shuddered at the feeling of his cold hands making contact with your chest. you leaned down to press your lips onto his, which he received hungrily.

you lifted your hips, just enough to remove your shorts and underwear. chris groaned at the feeling of your wetness, making contact with his clothed boner.

he lifted you once again before he too disregarded his pants and underwear.

he pumped his length with his hand before slowly lowering you on it, watching as your mouth fell open at the sensation. it’s been a while since you two fucked so it took you a few minutes more to adjust to his size once again.

but in a matter of minutes you began to move, bouncing up and down while he fucked up into you from underneath you.

“fuck, chris.” you moaned out, tightly shutting your eyes closed, pleasure overflowing through your whole body.

“you feel so good baby,” chris said has he sped up his pace, trying to get you both your climaxes. “just how i remembered.”

his hands gripped your waist tighter, you knew he was close and so were you. his tip constantly hitting the spot that made your head spin. your head fell forward onto his shoulder, no longer able to keep yourself up.

“m’ sorry, its too much.” you whined, slowly grinding your hips, still trying to make friction. chris flipped you both over, placing you on your stomach, back arched, as he entered once again from the back.

“shit, shit, shit!” you chanted as you stuffed your face into your pillow, “chris im close.” you moaned, turning your head to look back at him.

“cum for me baby, you can do it.”

chris brought his fingers to your clit, rubbing harsh circles that made you cry his name out as you shuddered from your orgasm washing over you.

“shit, ava.” chris moaned as he pumped a few more times, emptying his load into you.

as he collapsed next to you, you replayed his words in your head.

ava

ava?

who the fuck—

you sat up quickly from your position staring at chris who was laid on his back, eyes closed trying to catch his breath. he could feel your stare so he opened his eyes to meet yours.

“what happened, baby?”

“you need to leave, right now.” you said, jaw clenched before you shuffled off the bed to find a towel to clean yourself up.

chris sat up immediately after you. putting his boxers and pants on to chase after you.

“did i do something wrong?” chris asked as he watched you put your clothes back on.

“ava? who the fuck is ava chris!?”

chris’s eyes widened in realization. he brought both of his hands to his face to rub both of his eyes, streams of curses filling up his head. he knew he fucked up.

“is she that girl you were fucking at the party. huh!?” you yelled, pressing him with your fresh manicured finger.

“y/n it just slipped out i-”

“it just slipped out!? so what you’re fucking her still?”

chris’s mouth opened and closed, unable to answer you because he knew if he did, he’d be in deeper shit.

“christopher, are you still fucking her.” you said this time more calmly, trying to keep yourself from flipping out.

chris could only look down at his feet, which you gave you more than enough answers.

“get out chris.”

“y/n please hear me out.”

“chris, get out before i seriously fuck you up.” you raised your voice a little higher, anger filling up inside you, ready to burst at any moment if he stayed here any longer.

and with that chris left.

he left and didn’t even bother to text you that night.

he left you sobbing, broken down into pieces.

cursing at yourself for believing his lies.

blaming yourself from being foolish.

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A/N: guys i feel like this is a good way to end this mini series because i never intended for it to have a happy ending anyways. but it you would prefer and alternate ending then lmk! love you all <3

[operationslipperypuppet]

Ava attempting to set Tula up and Tula very considerately shutting that the fuck down is so beautiful and hilarious. Brennan and Erika always have iconic dynamics

[avawritesthings]

shameless | mt19

✦ word count - around 1.2k

✦ summary - in which matthew fucks reader in a club bathroom.

✦ warnings - smut, dirty talk, mentions of drinking

✦ ava’s notes - ended up writing this at 2am with minimal editing, hope you guys enjoy!

a/n pt2: thank you so much for over 500 notes on my jack hughes fic!!! didn't expect so much support <3

nhl masterlist

Say it louder, say it louder Who's gonna touch you like me, like me?

The loud, ground-shaking music was all you could hear. Shouts, singing, glasses clinking, sports matches on the TVs, you name it. You shouted over the noise your order to the bartender, and he simply nodded. You braced yourself against the bartop, and scanned the crowd for your boyfriend.

Almost immediately, you spotted Matthew, with a girl seemingly hanging off of his every word. You rolled your eyes before turning back around and the bartender had just set your drink down. With a grateful nod, you grasp the drink in your slightly sweaty hand and take a swig, thankful for the burn. 

Yet again, you locked eyes with Matthew’s frame and gulped down the rest of your drink, setting the empty glass on the bar and moving through the throng of sweaty people dancing.

“Hey!” You had to shout over the booming music, and Matthew thankfully heard you instantly. He sighed in relief, wanting to get rid (nicely, of course…) of the stranger close to him.

“Hey, baby,” He shouted back, walking up to you and slinging an arm over your shoulder.

“Who’s this?” You asked, as innocently as you could. Through your peripheral, you could see the dirty look she gave you.

“Olivia,” She answered, and you rolled your eyes yet again. “Who are you?”

“His girlfriend, now get lost.”

The stra- Olivia hurriedly scurried away, seemingly embarrassed from being caught flirting with another girl’s boyfriend.

“You coulda just left her and came to me at the bar, y’know. No need to entertain a desperate girl,” You comment, trying your best not to sound jealous.

‘Jus’ didn’t wanna be rude,” Matthew muttered. “Wait- Are you jealous?” He remarked incredulously. “There’s nothing to be jealous of, sweetheart.”

You pursed your lips and straighten your back, not willing to admit that you are, in fact, jealous. “No! I mean- why would I? I have the hottest boyfriend ever, and I totally don’t see every girl that stops and stares at you. That would be crazy!” You exclaimed, and you immediately saw the smirk form on his face.

Matthew chuckles, and grasps your waist in his hands carefully. “Ooh, so you admit you want me all for yourself?” He says with a wicked smile, his dark blue eyes full of mischief.

You nod slowly, nervously running your fingers through your hair, wondering if it was even possible to deny what he had said. 

“Let me show you that you’re the only one I want, yeah?”

You wordlessly nod, and he quickly leads you out of the packed bar to the bathroom stalls, checking for an empty one. After finding one, he ushers you and follows you in, shutting the door behind you and locking it shut. 

In a flash, Matthew’s lips meet yours with fervor and his leg slotted between yours, keeping them parted. 

As he deepens the kiss, your arms reach around his neck and run down his back, gripping his shirt and pulling him closer to you. Your hips involuntarily rock against his thigh as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

You whimper when he finally releases you from his lips and breaks contact. A trail of small, feathery kisses travel down your neck until they stop right below your earlobe. His soft lips trail and nibble against your ear before brushing lightly across your jawline. “You taste so good…” He whispered huskily into your ear.

He finally breaks contact with you and opens his eyes, grinning devilishly at you as his tongue flicks across his bottom lip. “Want me to fuck you, pretty girl?”

You nod feverishly. Lifting up your dress, Matthew hitches it to your hips and immediately drops to his knees. He lifts your leg and sets it on his shoulder. Without hesitation, he slides your panties to the side and enters a finger. His tongue soon joined his finger, and you couldn’t help the moans and whines that left your mouth. Your skin prickles, and you feel a heat pool in your lower back,feeling goosebumps overcome your sensitive skin.

“Doin s’good for me, sweetheart.”

“Don’t stop,’ You begged, and when he added a second finger, you could feel yourself reach climax. You came with a muffled moan, and Matthew lapped up every drop of your sweet release. 

Matthew rose from his knees with a sinful smirk. His next words had you following commands quickly: “Bend over the sink f’me, ‘kay?”

Once bent over, you looked through the mirror held above the sink and saw him undoing his belt and shoving his jeans down his legs. He massaged your ass, and you preened under his touch. 

Matthew gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail, and with his other hand, he lined his hard length up with your wet entrance. Upon seeing your disheveled state through the reflective glass, he buried himself to the hilt. You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle the loud moan threatening to escape your mouth. 

He pounded into you roughly as he watched your ass bounce against his hips with every thrust. “So fuckin’ tight,” Matthew groans out. “Like this sweet pussy was made for me.”

“Yes, yes, all yours, Matty,” You whimpered out. Your eyes met his through the mirror and he swore he almost came at the sight of your teary eyes and gaping, pouty mouth.

Matthew’s fingers hastily find your clit, and he heatedly rubs the sensitive nub. Your walls flutter around his cock and he groans out. “Shit, baby,” He groans out. “You’re so perfect. If you keep squeezing my cock like this, I won’t last much longer.”

“Cum in me, Matty. Please.”

With those words, his hips stuttered before emptying himself inside of you with a moan. His hand that was holding your hair was suddenly gone. Moments after, your muscles tighten and your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. Your cunt milks every last drop of his cum, and you swear you see stars when you shut your eyes.

Matthew slaps your ass and he slowly pulls out of your wet pussy, watching as your body goes through the aftershocks. He can’t help but gather your mixed climaxes and thrust two fingers into your dripping cunt. You gasp out a moan, your hands curled over the ridges of the sink.

“Fuck,” You groan out, and he chuckles out in agreement. 

Matthew grabs your underwear off of the floor and helps you into them. You giggle slightly and he sends a questioning glance to you. “I can’t believe we just had sex in a bar bathroom.” 

He shrugs in response, not stopping the smirk that finds itself on his lips. He grasps his jeans off of the floor, zipping them up before buttoning them. Once your dress is lowered to a more appropriate length and you fix your hair and makeup, he holds out his hand before leading you out of the bathroom. Some wandering and curious eyes land on you and Matthew, but he pays them no mind, opting to send you a wink. You feel your cheeks flush and before you know it, he’s ushering you into an Uber and resting a hand on your thigh.

“Round 2 at home?”

[celiastjamesoscar]

No Hard Feelings pt 3

Pairings: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: Sam ran. But for the first time, someone chased after her.

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: light swearing, insecure Sam, extremely fluffy

AN: This is the last part of the series :( but I will probably continue it will small one-shots every now and again!

My Masterlist

Word Count: 3.59K (a little shorter than normal 😬)

“Oh! Ava, this is my-” You weren’t quite sure what Sam was to you at this point, “Yeah, this is my Sam,” you finished with a giant smile. “It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Ava announced as she stuck out her hand.

Sam gave the girl a tight-lipped smile as she climbed out of the truck and walked toward you. She felt sick to her stomach as she watched you talk to the girl; she knew she had to leave. “Sam? Is everything alright?” You asked with worry laced in your voice, and Sam couldn’t take it anymore. When Sam felt your hand grab her hand and turn her to you, she quietly whispered, “I’m fine,” before walking away from you.

You watched as Sam walked further away from you when you felt someone violently shove you. Your back collided with Sam’s truck, “what the fuck, Ava?”

The more petite girl pointed a finger at your face, “You are going to go after Sam right now, okay? Right now!” Ava exclaimed before pulling you off the truck and pushing you in the direction Sam walked off to. You gave Ava a confused look before you followed after Sam.

You weren’t quite sure why she would take off and leave, but you had a feeling her insecurities got the best of her. Sometimes, Sam would get quiet when you two were out in public together, and she saw someone take an interest in you. You would politely shut down their attempt to flirt with you, but Sam still couldn’t shake the feeling of being enough, and after thinking about it, you knew that was bothering her.

“Sam?” You called out as you entered the bathroom, and you rounded the corner and saw Sam leaning with her hands on the edge of the sink as she stared down at it. “Sam,” you whispered as you approached her and gently placed your hand on her back and rubbed small, comforting circles, “Talk to me, please.”

With a shuddering breath, Sam pushed off the sink and turned to face you as she crossed her arms over her chest, and you knew her defenses were up. “There’s nothing to talk about,” Sam muttered as her eyes stared down at the floor, refusing to meet your gaze. “Yes, there is. What’s wrong?” You questioned with a soft, caring voice, and Sam looked up to meet your worried gaze, and her heart couldn’t take it. She pushed past you and made for the door, but you got to the door before her and locked it. “No, you don’t get to leave until you talk to me,” you stated as you walked toward Sam, and she walked backward until her back hit the edge of the sink, “What is wrong?”

You stared at Sam in tension-filled silence while her eyes burned holes in the floor and her mind ran rampant with thoughts of insecurity. The sound of a toilet flushing pulled your attention away from the woman before you, and you watched as an older woman left the stall and washed her hands. The woman dried her hands off as you and Sam stayed in awkward silence, and only when she tried to open the door did you speak up. “Oh, sorry about that,” you said as you walked to the door and unlocked it for the lady, “This is a consensual kidnapping.”

A small, dry laugh left Sam’s lips when she saw the face the woman gave you before quickly leaving the bathroom. “You know, you always make me smile or laugh when I need some happiness,” Sam admitted with a small frown, and you reached out and carefully took her hands in yours, “You always cheer me up.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” You questioned with an eyebrow raised as you interlaced your fingers with Sam's and pulled yourself closer to the woman. “It is,” Sam replied with a smile as her eyes quickly locked with yours before darting away again, “But it’s just hard. For me, at least.”

You were confused by what Sam meant, but you would wait a millennium for Sam to open up about her feelings. “What is?” You asked with a loving tone. Sam just shrugged her shoulders in response; she wasn’t ready to completely open up to you just yet, but she wanted to let you know that she was getting there.

“It’s nothing I want to talk about,” Sam admitted with a small frown, and you gave her hands a gentle squeeze before you let go and pulled her into a loving embrace. “It’s okay, Sam. Take as much time as you need,” you stated as you rubbed Sam’s back, and you physically felt the older woman melt into you, “But not too long! I have hoes wrapped around the block, waiting to get a piece of me!”

Sam chuckled at your words and felt the anxiety in her chest loosen up. You always had that effect on her, and she needed that in her life: someone who could make her forget about all her troubles and the skeletons in her closet. “Oh yeah? Like who?” Sam asked.

“It’s top secret. Names are extremely confidential when it comes to me.”

The older woman smiled at your response; then she took a deep breath before she finally asked the question that made her nauseous. “Are you talking about Ava?”

It was almost at lightning speed the way you pulled apart from San and stared into her eyes. The look on your face was mixed between bewilderment, shock, and a little bit of disgust. You pretended to fake-gag before you answered the question. “Oh my god, that street rat?! I’d rather die than give her a chance. And besides, she already has a girlfriend, and she wanted to introduce you to her. She thought we could go on a double date sometime,” you finished as you started to trail off toward the end, in fear that offering the double date was too much and it might scare Sam even more.

But to your surprise, a smile grew on Sam’s face as her eyes sparkled with a hint of hope. “That sounds nice,” she replied.

“Good. Good!” You excitedly said with a love-struck grin that made Sam’s heart flutter. She couldn’t believe it, but you had somehow made her fall for you. “But seriously though, Sam. We need to talk at some point about this, about us. But if you aren’t ready for that, then I will wait for you,” you explained, and even though Sam was terrified of this talk, she knew there were some things she needed to get off her chest.

“Okay. We can talk, just not in some sketchy ass bathroom,” Sam joked with a small laugh, and you quickly looked around. “Really? This place seems like it’d be the perfect place for a romantical date,” you remarked with a sly tone.

Sam pushed off the sink counter, grabbed your hand, and pulled you toward the door. “Come on, we have a movie to watch,” Sam said as she opened the door and held it for you, “And just so you know, I did not consent to that kidnapping.”

“Oh, whatever! It made you laugh!” You observed as gently bumped your shoulder against Sam’s while you two walked back to her truck. “I was laughing at the old woman’s face, not you!” She defended.

“Mhmmmm. If you say so,” you replied with a soft smile as you looked over your shoulder at Sam, and you couldn’t help it when your eyes drifted down to her lips. They seemed so soft despite being slightly chapped, and you wondered if they would fit perfectly with yours.

“Stop staring at me,” Sam said when she felt your gaze, and she bit back a laugh when she saw your pupil blown eyes staring at her lips as your mouth was slightly parted. If she were at home alone with you, she would have kissed that look off your face.

“Sorry,” you muttered while embarrassment crept up your neck, and you looked down at the ground. When you reached the trunk, Sam climbed into the bed and got comfortable while you gave Ava a thumbs up. Your best friend was with the truck in front of you and was with her girlfriend. You just hoped you would leave this night with a girlfriend of your own.

You sent Mindy a glance once Ava turned away, and the film geek made eye contact with you while she did the cutthroat motion. The look on your face was priceless as you gave Mindy a look of fear and disbelief before you quickly climbed into the truck bed to join Sam and sat down next to her.

The woman was sitting with her back against the rear panel, and you wanted to take things to the next level with her. Not in a sexual way, just a comforting way. You couldn’t help how your mind was filled with dirty thoughts as you stared at Sam’s veiny hands and the tight shirt that hugged her muscular arms so well. You wanted Sam to wrap her arms around you and never leave, and before you could even think, your lips spoke for you. “Can I sit between your legs?”

The question left your lips in record time, and you couldn’t even look up at Sam when you spoke. You were getting ready to apologize when Sam stretched out her legs and opened up her legs, silently telling you that it was okay. You gave Sam that soft smile you only reserved for her as you settled in between Sam’s legs with your back against her front, and to your surprise, Sam wrapped her arms around your torso and pulled you into her. She then kissed your clothed shoulder and placed her open hands on your leg, and you interlaced your hands with hers.

The movie began to play on the screen while you relaxed into Sam’s hold. She was glad you were here with her and no one else. You chose to spend your time with her, making her feel loved in a way she didn’t know existed.

Throughout the movie, there were times when Sam would run her hands up and down your thighs, place a kiss on your cheek or even your neck if she was feeling bold and you were soaking up the attention. You also noticed that Sam would pull you closer to her and kiss your neck only when Ava would walk by, and you could practically feel the anger radiating off of Sam. You had told her not to worry about Ava, but the poor woman couldn’t help the anger she felt rise in her chest whenever your best friend would walk by. However, Sam didn’t know that you had texted Ava and told her to walk by a few times, so that Sam would give you some more attention and love.

As the movie continued, you fully relaxed against Sam’s front and never felt safer. There was a feeling of comfort that no walls or defenses could ever give you, and it was all coming from the feeling of being in Sam’s arms. When she wrapped her muscular arms around your body and pulled you close, there were no words you could use to describe the comfort and love you felt. Even though you two weren’t official, Sam was your home, and you would never let her go.

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“Thank you for inviting me to the movies. I had a perfect time. You know, apart from you freaking out and trying to leave me, of course,” you joked with a giant smile. Sam had taken you back to your apartment and helped you carry up the blankets you brought with you. You two were in your bedroom as you placed the blankets back in your closet.

“I didn’t freak out,” Sam grumbled while standing awkwardly in the doorway. She had never been inside your room before, and she felt like she was invading your privacy. “Um, the fuck you mean by ‘I didn’t freak out?’ If I recall correctly, you punched me in the face, and screamed ‘I’m married!’ And took off running,” you retorted.

“Okay, now you’re just being dramatic. And stop stealing lines from ‘Peal,’” Sam defended while crossing her arms and sulking.

“You’ve seen that movie? I didn’t know that you liked horror movies.”

“Have you met my sister? The little shit would probably combust if I didn’t watch a scary movie with her at least once a month.”

“Ohhhh, so you’ll watch a scary movie with Tara but not with me? I see how it is,” you snarked with sass in your voice. You had finished putting up the blankets and sat on the edge of your bed and stared up at Sam. Part of you was hoping that Sam would push you down onto the bed and take you right then and there, but you knew the woman wouldn’t. Damn her stupid morals.

“Don’t even pull that card. I just watched a movie with you tonight, so you should be grateful,” Sam reasoned with a playful smile. She loved the banter you two had, and she wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“We watched ‘Corpse Bride!’ That’s not a scary movie!” You exclaimed. “All romantic movies are scary movies,” Sam mumbled her breath, and you scoffed at her words.

“Whatever,” you responded with a fake eye roll as you stood up from your bed and, walked to your door, and opened it. “Are you kicking me out already?” Sam playfully asked.

“Yes, because apparently, I’m not good enough for you to watch scary movies with,” you replied sternly as you went to your front door and opened it, “Now go on! Get!”

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” Sam stated with a smile, and that single smile made your knees weak and your chest fill up with butterflies. “Yeah, but I’m your asshole,” you replied with a love-struck grin.

“You better be. Can’t have you cheating on me already,” Sam joked with a smile, “So what are you going to do the rest of the night?”

“Why? So you can try and make a move on me? You disgusting pervert! But I’ll probably watch ‘X’ or something. Lorraine is so fine. God, the things I would let that woman do to me. She is,” You made a chef’s kiss motion with your hands, and Sam quickly grabbed that hand and forced it down to your side.

“Alright, that’s enough. She looks like my sister,” Sam coldly stated as she fought off the jealousy and insecurities in her chest. She already knew that she was not the best for you, and the fact that you were attracted to someone who looked like her sister didn’t help at all.

“Exactly! If I can’t have the Carpenter sister I want, I’ll just go after-” Sam couldn’t handle listening to you anymore, so she grabbed your cheeks and forced her lips into yours, shutting you up. The kiss wasn’t pretty, but you would be damned if it wasn’t perfect. It was rushed and sloppy as your lips continued clashing with each other, but that’s all Sam has ever known. She has never known what it’s like to be treated with gentleness, and you wanted to be the first to show her.

You reached up and gently cupped Sam’s cheeks and pulled her away from your lips, and you swore you heard the faintest whimper. The look on Sam’s face was something you would never forget: eyes that were completely black and filled with a mix between love and lust, her swollen lips that were slightly parted as she panting. Before Sam could question you, you pulled her into a loving and gentle kiss, and Sam sighed. Your lips danced together while you two would occasionally take in a breath whenever you could. The soft feeling of Sam’s lips against yours was heaven as you tasted them, and you were sure you could get drunk off them. Only when oxygen became a problem did you two separate.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” you mumbled against Sam’s lips and quickly pecked her lips, “I can’t believe all I had to do was hit on your sister.”

“Yeah, let’s not talk about that,” Sam replied before clearing her throat and opening your front door, but you quickly shut it. “Don’t leave. Please,” you pleaded with beady eyes, and Sam knew she could never say no to you.

You pulled Sam back into your room, and you dropped her hand while you went to brush your teeth. You gave Sam a spare one, and for the first time, you two brushed your teeth together. “We need to get a double sink,” you declared while rinsing your mouth out. “Why?” Sam asked while doing the same thing. “So we do normal things together. Obviously,” you dryly replied.

“Y/N, we kissed once, and you are already planning our future together,” Sam acknowledged as she leaned against the bathroom door frame, and you pushed past her and got in bed. “Are you saying you don’t want to be with me?” You weakly asked, and Sam felt her heart rip out of her chest at your words. You weren’t ordinarily insecure, but when it came to your Sammy, you wanted to be perfect for her.

She moved from the doorframe and sat down next to you. She took your hands into hers as she spoke, “Y/N, I would be the biggest liar on this planet if I said I didn’t want to be with you. You make me feel things I didn’t know existed, and all I want to do is wake up with you in my arms every morning. There’s just things I wish were different about me.”

“Like what?” You asked with a disbelief laugh. Sam was perfect in your eyes, and you wouldn’t change anything about her.

Sam took a deep breath before she finally admitted the insecurities that have been plaguing her since her first date with you. “I’m worried, Y/N. And I’m terrified that I’m not good enough for you. I mean, you are young, and you still have your entire life ahead of you; you can do so much better than me,” Sam admitted in a broken voice as tears welled in her eyes, and you felt your heart shatter at her confession.

“Oh, Sam,” you whispered as you pulled the older woman into a bone-crushing hug while you rubbed her back. Sam gripped your back and held you close to her body, afraid that if she let off just a little bit, you would disappear forever. “I wish I was better. For you,” Sam choked into your neck. She hated being this vulnerable, especially in front of you, but she needed some comfort from you. She needed to know that you would be with her and not give up on her, even though you two just got back from your second date.

You pulled back from the hug after a few moments, and your heart broke at the broken look on Sam’s face. You had never seen her this vulnerable before, and you planned to shower her with love and affection. “Sam, I don’t care about your past or who your father is. I only care about you and your well-being. I want to be there with you on all your bad days, whether you have a cold or saw your father. Hell, I’ll even be there for you when you murder someone,” you joked, and you felt your heart swell when you pulled a small laugh from Sam, “The point is, I’m always going to be here for you, whether you want me to or not.”

The only thing going through Sam’s mind was her thinking about what she did to deserve you. She wasn’t a saint by any means, but she didn’t deserve all this love.

As if you were reading her mind, you leaned in and kissed Sam again, and Sam sighed against your lips as she felt all her worries disappear.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” She mumbled against your lips. “You just had your tongue down my throat, and you’re seriously asking me that?” You joked with a small laugh while Sam refused to meet your gaze.

“I don’t know, I just thought it would be nice to ask you,” Sam embarrassedly stated, “But you don’t have to give me an answer just yet; you can think about it.”

A small laugh left your lips as you pulled Sam on top of you and into your bed. “Of course, I want to be your girlfriend,” you said before kissing her lips.

“Good,” Sam whispered as she kissed you again before getting off of you and laying down next to you. You were quick to move your head onto Sam’s chest, and you made yourself comfortable while Sam ran her fingers through your hair.

“I’m so fucking happy I have you,” Sam stated while she placed a kiss on your forehead, “You make me so happy.”

“You make me happy too, Sam. Thank you for letting me love you,” you mumbled into your girlfriend’s chest. “How could I not let you?” Sam responded as she placed a final kiss on your head, and sleep consumed the both of you.

You finally had your Sam, and there were no hard feelings left between you two.

[theworldofotps]

I Like You (Drabble)

Pairing: Hook x Reader Word Counter: 1,029 Prompt: ❛ i like you. a lot. like a lot, a lot. ❜ ❛ you’re important to me, you piece of shit. ❜ ❛ it terrifies me what i would do for you. ❜

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If you wanna be added to the list lemme know ________ “Did you hear?”

“What?”

Y/n asks looking up from her phone after her friend Anthony sat down beside her on one of the work crates.

“Hook has a date with one of the new intern girls and I’m not sure if it’s such a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Because she was recommended to the company by Jericho, and you know he’s always trying to get some dirt on someone. I know you’re supposed to ask people questions when you try and get to know them, but her questions are intense.”

“Well, have you said anything to him about it?”

“You know he won’t listen to any of us that’s why the lads asked me if I would talk to you about it because maybe he would listen to you. After all you are one of the closet people to him apart from his dad.”

“So, in other words you want me to do your dirty work for you?”

She smiled watching as Anthony rubbed his cheek looking around the room before sitting down in the chair beside her.

“We tried to talk to him about it but he wouldn’t even give us the time of day about it just his usual fucking grunt and a blank stare. We just don’t want him to get hurt is all or have this woman fuck around with his feelings.”

“Have any of you bothered talking to the girl I mean the only thing you’ve said is her questions are kind of weird. That doesn’t mean she’s going to fuck Tyler over you can’t assume all woman interested in him are going to be bad.”

“You’re acting like I don’t know that you have feelings for him.”

“Shut up!”

Y/n hissed looking around to be sure that nobody overheard Anthony’s big mouth before turning her gaze back to him.

“Nobody else needs to know that least of all him, I’ll talk to him but I’m not going to just assume she’s after him for bad reasons.”

“Thanks, you’re the best text me how it goes.”

“Yeah yeah I will.”

Standing up Y/n throws her trash away than turns heading out the doors she figured that if Tyler wasn’t warming up somewhere; he was bound to be lurking around the hallways listening to his music. Walking around for a few minutes she pulled her phone out sending him a text.

‘Where are you?’

‘My dad’s locker room’

‘Can I come talk with you?’

‘Yep’

Pocketing her phone, she makes her way through halls and soon arrived in front of the door, giving a light knock she waited.

“Come on in y/n.”

“Hey thanks for giving me a few minutes to chat with you.”

She smiled poking her head in the door and closed it behind her after stepping inside, leaning against the door she watched as he moved around the room. Then patted the couch cushion beside him, y/n walked over sitting down and stretched her legs out.

“What’s up?”

“So, Anthony told me you had a date with one of the new interns.”

“Yep, I’m going out with her tomorrow night, he was trying to give me some hassle earlier, but I just ignored him.”

Tyler pushed the hair out of his eyes adjusting his hoodie then looked over at her.

“Is that why you’re here to give me some trouble?”

“No, I just wanted to come talk to you because he’s worried about you all the lads are and since you won’t hear him out. Anthony is hoping that you’ll at least be willing to hear me out about it although lord knows you don’t always listen to me when you should.”

“You guys are always on my ass when I’m planning on going out with someone, I know what I’m doing I’m not a child.”

“Nobody said you were, but your friends are concerned so the least you could do is at least hear them out a little. Anthony said that the woman was asking some weird ass questions and he’s just worried about you.”

“Look it’s fine I can handle myself y/n I don’t need to be looked after, beside you don’t see me jumping every time someone asks you out. So why can’t you just let me do my thing.”

Looking at him surprised by his sudden change in tone y/n’s eyes narrowed slightly as she huffed at him.

“Because you’re important to me you piece of shit.”

Y/n snapped as she stood up off the couch and started pacing back and forth.

“We care about you and we don’t want you getting hurt we care about you.”

“I know you do but it’s not a big deal, there’s no need to get so bent out of shape.”

“Oh my gods you really are dense I like you. a lot. like a lot a lot. And I just want to be sure you aren’t going to get hurt by anyone. I couldn’t stand the idea of you getting hurt by someone you may be emotionally invested in. It’s terrifies me what I would do for you, just please let us do what we need to try and keep you safe.”

Y/n ranted but stopped when he stared at her his eyes wide at her confession.

“You like me?”

“That’s what I just told you, now you go ahead and go on your date but at least hear Anthony out he’s one of your best friends.”

Tyler quickly got off the couch grabbing her arm when she turns to leave, she hadn’t meant to embarrass herself like that in front of him.

“So should I pick you up around seven?”

“What?”

“Anthony may have let it slip that you had feelings for me and so we cooked this up to see if you’d actually admit it.”

Tyler smirked pulling y/n against his chest and held her hips as she stared at him in shock as she tried to comprehend what he was saying.

“That little fucker.”

“So, is that a yes?”

“Mm just let me know how I need to dress, and I’ll see you then.”

Y/n smiled wrapping her arms around him their lips meeting in a soft kiss.

[fandoms--fluff]

Coming Home

Part 6

Kid Salvatore reader x Stefan Salvatore x Damon Salvatore

Warnings: mentions of torture, swearing

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They then headed back to the boarding house to where Damon and Katherie are.

When you guys got inside the house, the first thing everyone hears is Katherine and Damon fighting about a functional way to find you.

"Guys shut up your going to wake y/n up!" Caroline said, getting the twos attention.

Damon was the first to speak up, "Where did you find her?"

"She found Jeremy in school and went over to him" Elena explained.

From all the talking you started to squirm, waking up. You lifted your head up and looked around, when you turned your arm rubbed harshly against Stefan's jacket emitting a whimper from you. It scraped right against the first place where Klaus touched you with vervain.

Speaking of Klaus when he woke up, as soon as he got dressed he went downstairs only to see that you weren't there anymore and escaped during the night. He started throwing furniture around, angry. Eventually he went down to the basement and un-daggered Elijah and Rebekah since there's no point having them daggered anymore cause your gone.

"What happened to you?" Damon asked and came up to you, inspecting all the burns but being really gentle about it.

"Mean 'erson hurt me" you mumbled back.

You then noticed Katherine standing behind Damon and your eyes lit up. "Kafrine" you reached out grabby hands for her.

She came over and gently took you into her arms from Stefan's. Damon looked offended, it was really hard for everyone not to start laughing at him. "I am offended she chose Kitty Kat right there over me. Her own brother" Damon said, playfully glaring at you.

You adorably smiled at him then started to play with Katherine's curls. "You are lucky your cute" Damon said and went to pour himself a drink.

He turned to all the girls; Bonnie, Elena, Caroline. "Don't even think about it you three and you two don't even start" he pointed to Jeremy and Tyler who were about to say something.

"Hung'y" you whispered into Katherine's ear while Damon was telling off everyone.

"Okay y/n/n do you want a blood bag or my blood?" Katherine whispered back, making you smile.

"You, p'ease" you answered.

Katherine moved her hair out of the way for you to drink from her neck. You slowly sank your tiny, cute fangs into her and started to drink from her.

"I'm going to kill Klaus" Damon raged, starting to head for the door.

"Don't even think about it" Stefan said before Damon could take another step. He thought about it for a second then started to walk again before Katherine started to talk.

"Damon if you take one more step to that fucking door I will kick your ass so hard you won't be able to sit for a week" Katherine threatened him from where she was now sitting with you on her lap still drinking her blood, slowly.

"Damon c'mon" Stefan said, knowing Katherine will actually follow through with that action.

Damon walked towards the couch and sat down, glaring at everyone in the room who was also now sitting. "So what your telling me is that son of a bitch can kidnap our sister and I can't do anything about it? No revenge?! because trust me he deserves it" Damon exclaimed, furious.

"How about we wait until we know y/n is okay before planning some psychotic revenge plan your probably thinking of right now" Bonnie said, who was sitting next to him.

"Fine Bon Bon, but I'm holding you to that" he said.

You stopped drinking Katherine's blood and by now most of the burn marks are gone except for a couple still on your arms but they'll heal soon enough. You were staring at the drink in Damon's hand that he got just now. It's obviously bourbon but you can't exactly tell the difference of alcohol or not.

Damon noticed where you were looking. "Do you want some?" He asked you.

You slightly nodded and climbed down from Katherine's lap, going over to him. "Damon no, she's four" Elena said but Damon to no avail didn't listen and brought the glass up to your slightly parted lips.

Everyone didn't stop him because they all knew what the outcome of this was most likely to be and it was you spitting it out. Damon poured some into your mouth and sat the glass down onto the coffee table. As soon as you tasted it you spat it all out right onto Damon's lap, making a disgusted face.

"Sowwy Damy, don' wike dat" you apologized and pointed at the substance in the glass he put down.

"Umm, it's okay y/n/n. I'll be back I'm going to go put on pants that aren't stained with alcohol" Damon said and went upstairs to his room.

You turned to where Bonnie's sitting and started to play around with her fingers. After a bit she lifted you onto her lap so you didn't have to keep reaching up to her hands.

When Damon came back down Stefan was already checking your arms and face where there are still a bit of traces from where Klaus hurt you. You whimpered when he touched a certain place where you were burned with vervain on your upper arm close to your shoulder. But other than that everything looked fine and should heal soon.

"Okay everything looks good but watch out for this burn mark just in case. I put a plaster on it but still be careful about it" Stefan said standing up again.

"So she's alright nothing serious right?" Damon asked sort of getting eager to everyone's dismay, knowing of what's going to come from him.

"Yeah......why?" Stefan asked his brother in return.

Damon didn't answer and just turned over to where Tyler and Jeremy were arm wrestling at the arm of the couch they were at.

"Hey you two idiots over there" he said getting both of their attention.

"Yeah?" They both asked at the same time.

"How would you guys like to go and hunt a certain hybrid with me?" Damon smirked at them.

"Sure why not?" Tyler said and Jeremy responded with; "awesome, I'm in."

"No to both of you" Alaric said walking in the room and making the two boys sit down again.

"Wait school isn't over yet" Caroline pointed out.

"I excused myself saying it was a family emergency. The whole reason I left though was because of Damon and his teenage girl hormones when this stuff happens" Alaric said, making all of them laugh at your oldest brother.

"Oh come on he DESERVES it" Damon exclaimed.

"Yes he does but let's wait a bit first" He told his best friend and drinking buddy.

Damon just rolled his eyes and sat back down next to Bonnie again. "Okay you guys might want to stop speaking about k-i-l-l-i-n-g people in front of her" Bonnie informed, nodding down to where you were now leaning back against her dozing off.

"Seriously? You think she doesn't know how to spell" Tyler pointed out at how Bonnie spelled out the word 'killing'.

"Okay then. y/n what was the word I spelt out the last time I talked" Bonnie asked, looking down at where you were looking up at her.

"I don' know. Candy?!" You said expectantly but Bonnie shook her head and you leaned back, saddened now.

Eventually though you did fall asleep ending with the top half of your thumb in your mouth. Bonnie tried to pull your thumb out but stopped after you started to wake up again.

“So what exactly did Klaus do to her?” Alaric asked after Bonnie came back downstairs from laying you down in your bed. 

[infinityinakiss]

avatrice au fic recommendations:

i don't think there is a single avatrice au fic that i haven't read so here are some my favorites. i tried to find ones that weren't as popular, so hopefully there are couple here you haven't read.

I want to believe by puppybusby @yashastrongarms - x files au - basically 23k of avatrice flirting while being incredibly reckless with alien shit. unfortunately, it is only a one shot that doesn't delve into their relationship, but it is so worth it. and the tension. woof.

Truly a Steadfast Love by StoicLastStand - medieval au - they have a whole series of ficlets, but this is one of my favorites. there's a tournament to win ava's hand in marriage, ava goes undercover to fight for her freedom, but she ends up falling for the very knight who everybody wants to win. i also love their lucifer au, Greater Sacrifices.

a lover, or something of mine by Smokestarrules - reincarnation au - each chapter is a different life with a different story, and i promise you, if you have anything that even resembles a heart, you will cry. i keep going back and rereading chapter 4 because apparently i love to hurt myself. i also love the world is just illusion (trying to change you) by them, it's a road trip au.

i should love you (and i swear i do) by Noteveryonefitsintothebadbitchgenre - harry potter au (fuck jk rowling) - its that trope where they're married and they talk about each other constantly but nobody actually knows they're married. their students all think that professor silva and professor young have a friendly rivalry, but there are a couple of moments that don't add up.

purple by sxftmelody - hitman au - technically, but really it's just sad, i always cry at the end. beatrice helps ava run away after a job, and slowly they open themselves up and start to fall in love. tw: major character death. also love turning page by the same author, mercenary/princess au.

in our corner of the world by definitelynotthere - roommate au - i know, i know, there's a thousand roommate aus, why would i recommend a fic that isn't even finished and will probably never get finished? i don't know, i just really love this one, and if you're like me, you'll go "ooh, two cakes" and read it anyway.

The last hero of Ogygia by jessnope - percy jackson au - specifically calypso au, ava is calypso and beatrice is the flirty hunter that washed up on her shore. it's super cute.

stay there, 'cause i'll be coming over (while our blood's still young) by britishngay - spiderman au - ava's character voice is actually designed to be spiderman, and bea is the perfect doctor lady that patches spidey up when she gets hurt. plus beatrice telling lilith to "shut up and sit down" will never not be iconic.

sunday people (sunday shines for you) by gilligankane @piratekane - another roommates au - jealous ava is back again and out for blood, specifically jenn-with-two-ns blood.

this is my prayer (I'm in love with you) by nyxtyka - my best friend's wedding/spies au - i'll be honest, this fic went to my marked for laters to die. i don't know if it'll ever be finished, but it is one of my favorite aus, i promise it'll be worth the pain.

spellbound by onomofication - witch au - beatrice is the witch in the woods that ava goes to to finally find a way to explore the world like she has always wanted to. but as she gets to know the surprisingly kind, serious, kinda-sorta witch, she discovers that maybe the world was smaller than she had once imagined. i also love another fic by this author, hit me with you best shot, which is basically a cupid au, where ava runs around trying to stop jc, a cupid, from shooting the love of her life, beatrice.

the celestial glow is blinding by understreetlights - firewatch au - did i think ava and beatrice sitting around, looking at trees, and falling love with each other through walkie talkies was going to be interesting? no, but the world loves to prove me wrong.

too cold, it's withdrawal by KatieQgle - captain america au - give this one a chance, even if you don't like marvel. beatrice is hot as fuck as bucky and honestly the winter soldier plot line needed a little sapphic yearning. come on, avatrice in the army in the 1940s, being badass and fighting nazis together? who wouldn't love that?

i have a ton more, reach out if you want them!

[pr1ncessavar0se]

been showing my bf the Nightmare at Green Lake story for Reverse 1999

the entire time we watched it the mf pointed out every single horror reference and trope in the story

if that isn’t some horropedia kinnie shit on his end then I don’t know what is

[alliumdykes]

The fact that when I came back from the cinema wanting to see some cool art and people talking about interesting stuff after something so flipin awesome and the first thing i see was the dream team being so fucking rude during a CHARITY EVENT for their DEAD FRIEND is honestly so disheartening.

My grandfather was so lucky to get cancer twice and survive both times, I knew someone who lost her dad to cancer. I know someone who survived childhood cancer. One of my great grandparents died of cancer, my family on both sides is extremely family oriented if he never died I would have met him. The fucking disrespect that they showed should not be laughed at, it shouldn’t be encouraged.

The fact they were playing airhorns during Technodad’s speech, one that should have been respected and really quiet durning and no one interrupting is the fucking worse. I don’t care if dteam fans say that it’s funny and Techno would have laughed because it’s not the fucking point!!!

The whole festival was a charity event in honour of their friend, and for Technodad his fucking son. No one should have gone though this. I don’t care if this comes across as rude or overreacting because the dteam need to grow the fuck up and learn that their actions have fucking consequences for once.

This isn’t supporting a brand that’s actually a scam, this isn’t saying something offensive by accident. This is being rude and disrespectful.

And it even hurts that none of their fans are going to care a single bit because I don’t fucking know maybe they’ll say “but it was a joke” or “dream has ADHD your being ableist” because none of that shit matters when you realise that neither of those things matter when it’s about respect.

These are the same fans who will defend these mother fuckers to the grave but when someone like Niki Niahchu accidentally uses avae because she doesn’t know about American history or what avae is because she lives in Germany(or any non American country because the world doesn’t revolve around you fuckers) and is called overreactive during mcc and having a lot of stress put onto her and BREAKS DOWN ON STREAM it’s ok because they think it is.

I want dteam fans to see this post and be uncomfortable, I don’t care if I’m being mean to your pretty white boys because they have been allowed to do anything with a platform that is way to big for them for too long. I’m allowed to be angry as well, I’m allowed to be mean, I’m not apologising to you if you feel sad that I’m being mean about them because they need to grow up.

Charlie had every right to tell dream to shut up during that stream.

Edit: I’m not going to be answering anymore asks about this post, I want my blog to be a personal space for me. This post wasn’t supposed to get as big as it has and just for me to rant. I’m only going to be accepting art requests and general asks and nothing about this. I’m 14 please leave me alone.

[mmelionsblog]

SHE’S MINE. [Sam Golbach x Reader x Colby Brock]

warnings: possessive!samuel, jealous!samuel, mad!samuel, reader does get attacked sadly in this one-shot 😔 so be careful reading this! (SA— if you don’t know what that means it means sexuality assaulted),

((Part ONE))

It was another night in a different suburban neighborhood, your hands were tightened around a red solo cup. Your best friend, Ava, decided to throw a party in honor of you getting a promotion at your job (yet people just went just to get fucked up). You were supposed to go with your boyfriend Sam, but he and his best friend got caught up with something an hour before the party started.

You were probably on your third cup of whatever alcohol you were having, not even tipsy. Whoever brought this alcohol was definitely a light weight and have no good taste in real drinks, you were a bit sad about it, but at least you’ll still be sober when your boyfriend comes in.

“Wooo!” Your friend yelled, taking a shot and flipping it over and going to the next one on the white table. There was lots of shots on said table, one for your friend, one for the person she was competing with to get to the end of the table without getting fucked up. As soon as your friend finished, she had to do five spinning circles at the end and land with two feet standing up. She was so close, until she fell on one of the guys that came to the party.

“Woah there!” The guy said laughing, she laughed along with him. You walk your way over to the two, greeting the guy and having conversation. The conversation got heated with Ava and the said guy; so you went over to the kitchen to let them have their own thing going on. You were happy for her, only because she never has any guys coming into her life.

You were about to get your fourth or fifth drink of alcohol, you weren’t sure, when all of a sudden a tall blonde came up to you. It was definitely not your boyfriend, and definitely a guy you’d try to ignore. “Hey there cutie,” he started.

You gave him a look, “I have a boyfriend.” You flat out spoke. “I can’t call you cute?” He scoffed with a smile, his arm resting on the fridge and leaning towards you. “No, because I do not know you.” You said. “Well, my name is Dylan. What’s your name?” He gave you his hand to shake, and you didn’t do it in return.

You ignored him once again, trying to get out of the kitchen when only he blocked your path. Your eyes widened, “Will you please move? I’m trying to get back to my friend.” You huffed out. “Oh come on, I know you want a piece of me.” His words slurred, and he attached himself onto you.

You yelped, slapping his shoulder as his head dived into your neck. You cried out, but because of the music being so loud nobody could really hear you. You felt his lips attach your neck and that’s when you really started to scream, kick, and yell out for help.

“Shut up, quit being a pick me girl. You know you like this,” you felt his voice vibrate off of yours. You scoff at his words, unable to speak with the tears coming down your cheeks. You keep yelling, trying to push him off as his hands started to roam your body.

Sam finally made his way to the party. He greeted his friends that were already there, Colby walking off to who knows where. He headed inside, hearing the familiar song he was just playing in his car.

He smiled at the people around him, greeting, and then seeing the host of the party. “Ava!!” He yelled, hugging her tightly. “What’s up Sammmmeeeyyy?” She yelled, rocking back and fourth with the music. He laughed, and then his eyes wandered. His eyebrows furrowed. Where were you?

“Hey, where’s (y/n)?” He yelled over the music, “I dunno… I think she went to the kitchen!” She yelled, he nodded and walked that way. He felt his smile growing, he hasn’t seen his girlfriend since 1 and it’s barely getting to 12 am. It’s been a long, stressful day and all he wanted to do was be with his loving girlfriend and relax at a party that was made for her.

Sam’s smile dropped when he heard his girlfriend. He knew that scream, he knew that crying. He ran quicker to the kitchen, and he immediately saw red.

He screamed, “get the fuck off of my girlfriend!” As loud as he could, people around stopped talking and watched from afar, seeing the smaller blonde tear the random guy off of the poor girl who was crying and struggling for the past ten minutes.

The music suddenly stopped playing, everyone was gathering around the kitchen as soon as they heard the sound of a slap. Ooo’s and aah’s could be heard from across the room, as Sam punched the ever living soul out of the guy that was sexually assaulting you.

You backed up into the corner, a hand on your mouth as you sobbed. Ava, now sober as ever, ran to your side and hugged you tightly. The only ever time you saw Sam like this, was at the 10 million subs party and it wasn’t as bad as this was.

Corey and Colby came rushing in from the back, shoving people as they reached the scene. “Oh shit…” Corey whispered, Colby wasted no time to grab ahold of Sam and wrap his arms around his best friend’s waist. “What the hell happened dude?” Colby asked. “This— this- this— this guy was—was touching her!” Sam yelled angrily, his cheeks were stained with tears already going down his face. Colby’s eyes darkened to the guy who laid lifeless on the checkered floor. Sam did a number on him, but Colby didn’t.

Corey grabbed ahold of Sam as his best friend shoved him that way, Colby got the guy’s bloodied white shirt with his fist, and punched him right in the nose. He shook his knuckles, then dropped the guy he was holding. His best friend gave him a look, and Corey gave him a big approving smile.

“Who the fuck is this guy?” Ava spoke up. “Don’t know, but can we call the cops?” Corey asked. “Erm, after I just demolished him? And we’re having a party with loads of strangers?” Sam spoke sheepishly. “Ooo you’re right brother.” Corey hummed. Sam looked over at the corner, who Ava was hugging and covering.

“Hey, hey,” Sam thanked Ava, and hushed you quietly and cradled you in his arms. “You wanna go home?” He whispered, you nodded with hiccups. “Take me home,” your voice was horse and he winced. He nodded, “thanks for the party Ava.” He gave her a hug, you stayed put to his side. “Wanna come home with us Colby?” His best friend nodded, and the two waved goodbye to Ava and Corey once again.

You sat in Sam’s passenger seat, or as he likes to call it “passengers princess seat”. Colby sat in the middle of the car. The light from the mirror was on, tears were still rolling down your cheeks, Sam’s hand on your thigh as Colby’s was placed on your shoulder.

You were looking at yourself in the mirror, more specifically your neck. You choked back a sob when you see multiple bruises, instantly disgusted with it. “Shh, hey it’s okay it’s okay.” Sam rubbed his hand on your thigh, up and down, “you’ll be okay. You’ll have us, we will do whatever you tell us to do princess.” Colby’s voice can be heard from behind you and you sniffled. “I just wanna go home,” your voice scratched.

You could hear Colby look for something in the back as Sam spoke sweet nothings towards you, his hands squeezing your thigh every once in a while. Colby finally got what he wanted, and pushed it up to the front. You looked to your left, to see a water bottle. “Thank you,” you murmur. You took a sip and felt relieved. “Can we all have a sleep over?” You asked, looking at your boyfriend then towards Colby. Colby looked over at Sam for permission. “Of course, whatever you want Babes.”

The three of you finally got home, and you instantly walked towards Sam and your’s shared room, taking your clothes off and turning on the shower. Sam looked over at Colby, he shrugged. “Could you get the living room all ready for us? Im gonna go take care of her.” Colby nodded and walked off, Sam went up the stairs to you. “Baby?” He yelled, taking his clothes off and walking to the shower. He knocked on the wall, just to make sure it was okay to come in with you.” “Hey love,” he smiled at you. His eyes wandered your body as he stepped in, his arms wrapping around your naked waste.

The two of you stayed like that before doing your shower routine, then getting out and doing your nightly routine. You went to grab the concealer, Sam stopped you. “I know you don’t like what’s on your neck right now,” he whispered, his hands slightly touching your face then running down your neck gently. “But if you cover that up it won’t really get better, so let’s search something up to get rid of bruises better okay? I’ll search it up for you. You don’t gotta worry about a thing,” he kissed your cheek, then kissed your forehead.

“Go downstairs, I’m pretty sure Colby’s waiting for us. Let me get comfy,” he still had his towel just hanging on his waist. You nodded, hugging him tightly then walking down stairs. “Colby,” your voice croaked. He looked over to you and smiled. “Hows my favorite princess?” He asked with a brighter smile, scooting over to the end of the mattress he brought down from who knows where. “Better,” you climbed ontop, sitting next to him “where’s Sam?” He asked.

The two of you heard footsteps coming from above, “here!” He yelled, then threw two pillows down and both of them plopped right in front of you. “Oh, pillows are important.” You whispered, Colby chuckled at your comment. Sam cleaned his feet, then got ontop of the mattress the three of you would be sharing. You smiled, getting comfortable as you grabbed both of Sam and Colby’s arm to get close to create warmth. Colby’s arm wrapped lower onto your waist, his hand resting on your thigh as your boyfriend’s wrapped just tightly around your stomach. “My favorite boys,” you whispered.

[changetyre]

Not like this (P3) II Charles Leclerc x Reader (Mafia AU)

SUMMARY: After losing everything you seek out your biggest and longest-standing enemy to finish it all.

WARNING: Violence, blood, mentions of death

A/N: This one's also short but I've been super busy and haven't had much time to write so this was the best I could do ;(

"For the record, I don't think this is a good idea" Charles spoke as he drove through the familiar streets at night, the two cars behind him containing some of his own men the only thing in sight. 

"You invited yourself so you don't get to opine." You refuted.

 "This is my car, you're carrying my guns and wearing clothes that I bought you I think I have enough reason to opine." Charles bit back. 

"No one told you to let me live...in fact, I told you to kill me so you chose that yourself-" You were going to argue. 

"Shut up we're here." Charles interrupted you before you could carry on. 

You saw him drive into a hidden road that led to your house which you believed only very few people knew about not including him. "How did you?" You turned to him as he continued driving. 

Charles smirked but kept his eyes on the road. "You're not the only sneaky one here." 

"Stop the car here, we'll have to walk the rest of the way if we want to go unnoticed." You chose to ignore his previous comment as you were coming closer to your estate.

You both got out of the car and stayed close to the tree line as you approached the house, Charles's men surrounding the other side of the estate in case they saw anything. 

"Why the fuck do you need this much land," Charles complained as he wiped some sweat off his forehead from how long you'd been walking. 

"More space more control, more people less possibility of someone entering without me knowing...more control." You once again repeated his own words adjusting them slightly earning a glare from him. 

"Well obviously that logic didn't work...did it?" Charles also used your own words against you but you had to admit it hurt more than you'd imagined. 

Charles noticed how you found no humor in his words instead clearing your throat to disguise the knot that intended to build in it. 

"Obviously not." You said in a volume that Charles wouldn't have heard if the silence around you hadn't been so significant. 

You were finally coming up on the house and your breath hitched at the bodies you could see laying by the stairs leading up to the main door. 

"Are they-" But before Charles could finish asking you'd already run up the closest body. 

"Oh my god Ava." You placed your hand on the woman's cheek who lay lifeless right in front of you. 

Charles kept a look out at your surroundings making sure nobody was watching now that you were in plain sight and luckily the place seemed to have been abandoned after the attack. 

You then quickly moved on to the next bodies by the stairs. "Elijah...Michael." You closed their eyes saying a small prayer hoping they'd found rest. 

"You knew all of their names?" Charles asked in a quiet tone not wanting to disturb the silence. 

"There might've been a lot of people working for me...but they were all family. Every single one of them." Charles didn't miss the way a tear fell before you wiped your eyes quickly. 

You continued your way into the house in the same silence as before not taking it for granted that you hadn't seen or heard anyone around so far. Inside it was worse than outside, with bodies everywhere it was impossible not to step on the blood that had filled the once-white floors. 

Charles let you take your time noticing the way you struggled to continue without at least sparing a glance at the men and women who only a few hours before were guarding you. 

"I'm-" Charles wasn't sure what to say but maybe letting you hear he was sorry for you would make it better except he didn't get the opportunity. 

"Let's go upstairs." You shut him down before he could even get a word in. 

Charles could see his men come in from the back door and signaled for them to have a look around downstairs to which they happily obliged. He followed you upstairs as you moved through the space with ease until arriving at what he would assume was your room. 

He watched as your hand dropped to your side, the gun you held almost slipping from your grasp as you took in the state of your once sacred space but even more so the woman who lay dead by the foot of your bloodied bed. 

It took him completely by surprise when you dropped to your knees in front of the woman and saw how your body shook with the tears you were finally letting escape. 

Charles didn't know what to do so simply stepped closer hoping you were able to feel his presence wondering if it had all become too much or if this had been someone truly special. 

"Her name was Liz- Elizabeth." You began. "She...she was like a mother to me and-" the knot in your throat stopped you for a second. "She helped me escape. She ran to my room as soon as she heard the attack and found me trying to get my guns to fight back but-" your tears increased as you remembered. "She told me to go. She said they could handle it and that I should go." You rested your forehead against Elizabeth in tears. "I knew what would happen and I still left." 

Charles wasn't sure what he was feeling but he had a sudden urge to hug you an urge he would've acted upon if it hadn't been for his men running into the room. 

"Gens arrivent." They whispered, guns drawn. 

"We have to go c,mon." Charles lowered himself to your level. 

You clutched Elizabeth a little harder before placing a kiss on her cold and colorless cheek and leaving her behind. 

"Someone's coming, there's cars," Charles whispered to you as he could see the headlights through the window of her room.

"Come." You took his hand dragging him with you. 

You entered your bathroom and Charles was convinced you had gone insane if it hadn't been for the fact that you pulled your whole bathroom sink and counter out to reveal a hidden passage. 

"What the-" He was impressed. 

His men ran through and ahead but Charles stared at the door in awe. 

"Hurry!" You whispered pushing him in before following yourself and closing the door behind you. 

As soon as she shut the door the dark passage illuminated revealing a long and dark corridor. "This is how I escaped." 

"You walked all the way from here to my place with a gunshot wound through your stomach," Charles asked as you began to walk through the passage. 

"Adrenaline can make you do crazy things." You responded not bothering to look back at him. 

"Why exactly did you go to my place?" Charles rushed to catch up to you. 

"I told you, I wanted you to kill me." You once again avoided his eyes. 

"If you wanted to die you would've simply let yourself bleed out" Charles grabbed your arm stopping you from walking. 

"Wouldn't have been an honorable death." You finally faced him. 

"The way I plan to kill you isn't either" You didn't respond and instead there were a few seconds of silence between you both before Charles continued. "so why?"

[lokisremainingsanity]

soappup

This was inspired by this post by @sunshine-and-moonshine

content: John "Soap" Mactavish x reader, reader is his superior, crushes and feelings, fluff and some horniness, he lick the kitty hehe

~ava!🍓

The men at the 141 base got glimpses of a new womanly figure around, but never a full picture. They had questions as to who this new mysterious person on their base was, but they never got answers, until Price finally formally introduced you.

You stood with perfect posture and a serious expression with a hint of a smirk as you observed all the men.

"This is your new superior, who was our former arms weaponry trader and military tech researcher, Major Y/N Quest."

"Good morning, boys, it's a treat to be working with you."

You operated the base smoothly, and your reputation demanded respect. You had a few young rebels that were always needed to put straight, whether it be mowing the front base lawn with scissors, with every grass blade cut at a specific angle and height, or using buckets to empty the pool while it was raining. But beyond that, you also noticed someone who was always on top of each task you gave him. Ghost also noticed Soap's infatuation with you, and teased him about it the next time they were together.

"You got a crush, Johnny?" he interrupted his staring session at you.

"Wh-what?"

"You fancy Major over there don'tcha?"

"Oi, you feeling funny now, you boggin gowk? I ain't got no crush" he defensively crossed his arms.

"I'm simply stating a fact."

"Shut yer trap, Ghost."

Truth is, he was the first person to be at your service whenever you needed one, just because he liked you. A knock at your office door made your head turn up from your paperwork.

"Come in"

Soap came strolling in with some files in his hands.

"uh Major.. I got the intel ye' wanted printed out, I can send a digital copy as well if that-"

"The autospy records? You already got a hold of them?

"Yes"

"Goodness, Soap how'd you do it?" You got up and walked towards him, and he let you take a look at them."

Soap stood silently, enjoying your satisfaction.

"That's a job well done, thank you darling." As he bashfully looks down, you absentmindedly ruffled his hair as well.

"Ah thank you, ts nothin'" He felt like a schoolgirl having a crush on his teacher.

When he left your office, he went straight to the mess hall and started rambling to Ghost about his interaction with you. At this point, there was no denying the crush he had on you.

"She did that alright. I felt like a schoolgirl Ghost, oh my gosh. She called me darling. I'm her darling ya hear?!"

Ghost stared at the Scottish man who was no longer the Scottish man he knew.

"You know what that means, Ghost?!"

".. What?"

"I fucking won. I shall die a happy man."

Ghost didn't understand what he was saying but that didn't matter to Soap anyway.

A few months of Soap's undying affection for you passed and at this point, EVERYONE on base knew he was your favorite. The touches, eye contact, and smiles between you were strictly for him. On one mission where you all were at a safe house, you decided to sleep on the couch in the living room rather than share a room with the men. You woke up from your slumber when you heard lazy footsteps and a looming shadow over you. You slowly blinked your eyes and saw Soap with sad tired eyes looking down at you.

"Johnny? Darling what are you doing here?" you squinted your eyes at him in confusion.

"I got cold :( "

"... that woke you up?"

"mhmm"

*sighh* "C'mere then darling, can't have you freezing up tonight can we?"

You rolled over onto your back and he plopped his body right on top of yours, with his face snuggled into the warmth of breasts.

"sanks youu mmm" he was out like a baby.

The rest of the guys woke up to an interesting sight that shouldn't have surprised them anyway. There you lay with your hands holding Soap's head while he snored on the cushion of your chest. His hands wrapped firmly around your waist as if you were a Teddy.

"You gonna wake up him?" Gaz spoke up first.

"Not a chance." Ghost replied. The two glanced towards Price next.

"Now don't look at me. Get him up somehow, Captain's order." And he walked out.

~

nOW things were getting interesting. You didn't know when the lines of professionalism blurred as Soap kept bringing it intel or files you needed, but somehow it's gone from pets of affection to Soap kneeled in between your legs-

"Ah fuckkk that's it, good pup you are. Holy shiiiit Johnny do that again AHH" His tongue was lapping at your wet cunt without any pattern or rhythm. You let him grind against your boot to relieve himself a little, but he was still going feral. Tight wet circles were made by his tongue on your clit and your legs started to shake.

"ohhh ohh my god I'm close, yessss ugh just like that honey- OHH"

One of your hands left the armchair and went to grab at his mohawk as you grinded against his tongue through your orgasm.

You slumped on your chair and your face faced upwards to the ceiling as you caught your breath. He stopped licking but his face was still next to your cunt and he was panting like a dog. You opened your eyes and looked down at him, he literally looked like he had his tail wagging and was waiting for your praise like you would for a dog after doing a trick.

"Did.. did I do good?" He asked when you said nothing for a little too long for him.

"Oh you idiot." You laughed and rubbed your hands over his head once more.

"Darling you did wonderful, you never cease to fail me."

He laid his chin on your lap and smiled up at you as you kept petting him.

"Anything for you m'lady"

~

Now one thing you did not consider before continuing this little secret ya'll had going on behind your office doors was the possibility of literally training Soap to get turned on. Petting him in public was not out of the ordinary to anyone else. But what slowly happened is that you've now conditioned him into getting hard whenever you pet his head. You have literally classically conditioned Johnny to have a reaction every time you stimulated him by touching his head.

Holy shit

That's your reaction when you realize what you've done. Now you stand in front of a flustered and hard Johnny that can't seem to explain what's going on.

"m'sorryyy, im really sorry I don't know wh-"

"Shhh calm down Darling." you stood chest to chest with him to help him hide his erection. To anyone else, you looked like you were chatting about a secretive mission. You looked around and saw an escape for both of you.

"Just follow me, m'kay? You're alright."

You two manage to get to the bathroom at the end of a hall where no soul is present. You quickly pushed him in and you followed right behind. The sigh you let out from relief stressed him out even more.

"Please don't be mad at me, I didn't mean to, swear it! I-"

"I'm not mad at you Johnny." You looked at him sternly to shut him up. "If anything, it would be my fault..." your eyes softened as you looked at the poor man.

"Let's get you relieved, yeah?" Your voice lowered with your hand that left his shoulders to unbuckle his pants. He said nothing and watched as you pulled down his garments to free his leaking hard cock. "Please ma'am, I'm going insane now" He whined when you stared a little too long.

"Sorry, sorry"

Your hands gripped his cock and you pumped him from tip to base, and when you got back up your thumbs swirled at his leaking opening. "Ah shite-"

His hips started thrusting up into your hands unapologetically, and you let him. You rotated your hands and tightened them around his length to pleasure him more.

"Fuckkkk 'm close... Oh gosh Bonnie that's pe'fect... ughhh"

He groaned and tilted his head to the crook of your neck and you could hear his panting against your ear get more strained and whiney.

"Ah fuck 'm comingg, im coming im, ohhh yess"

His cock twitched as ropes of cum shot out and painted your uniform. You let him take his time and he held you waist and stayed in the crook of your neck while you slowly caressed his head.

"Feeling okay there, darling?"

"Mmmhmmm"

You chuckled at his childish response and you tried to gently coax him away to clean up.

"don' wanna move yet."

"We can't stay here all day Johnny"

"but Bonnieee"

"Johnnyyy" you equally whined.

"Tell you what, I'll reward you later at my office if you help me get cleaned up right now. That sound like a fair deal?"

"Yes ma'am." and he jumped at the tissues.

Classical conditioning and now more positive reinforcement? You're sure you fucked up but you could now care less

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