one day i will be able to let this show go and focus on life beyond it

Amelia (Part 1 of 3)

MASTERLIST | Part 2

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: You technically met Amy first.

Note: Untitled Garbage Mystery Fic is no longer Untitled or a Mystery!

Okay, so this was initially gonna be a small thing and then it kinda got away from me so it’s a slightly less small thing? I basically needed to write something that wasn’t academic for once in my life and then this happened (with a great deal of help from @fragmentofmymind who is the greatest and listens to me every time I hit a metaphorical writing speed bump)

It’s far from the best thing I’ve ever written but I’ve had fun in this universe so far (and hope you do too). Thanks for being patient with me, my dudes. I LOVE YOU LOTS.

Word Count: 11,336 (shout out to slow burn lmao)


There’s a quiet power in wielding a camera, a strength in the ability to either capture the world in its purest truth or manipulate it into something brand new. You had learned this at a young age, stealing your grandmother’s Polaroid camera and discovering how different the image you could create would look in different types of light and more or less motion, even if you didn’t fully understand why it worked the way that it did.

It became a part of you, filling your heart with a curiosity for telling stories through images. The photo you caught of your mother as she laughed quietly to herself in the kitchen, a snapshot of your best friend right at the moment she caught you taking it, a poorly framed photo you accidentally took of yourself while trying to change the roll of film.

It was all magical to you, and it never really stopped feeling like you’d tricked the universe into allowing such beauty to exist every time you snapped a one-of-a-kind photograph.

A camera is built out of complicated technology. The mechanics of focus and aperture, f-stops and shutter speed were more than science and math to you–they were your doorway into a new world, the look of which you got to decide.

Your hands felt most comfortable when stabilizing a camera, your eye most at home behind a viewfinder, your fingers their most graceful as you pulled focus to a new subject–

“Are you even listening to me?”

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late night studies.

1,912 words | fluff; warnings: language.
roommates au + lee jooheon

author’s note: this idea came to me when i was thinking of an old drabble i wrote for haikyuu!! heh, i hope this was ok!

Originally posted by mybabyoppa


There’s only one rule to life: Never piss Yoo Kihyun off.

Let’s repeat that once more. Never piss Yoo Kihyun, the pink-haired bastard -ahem- hamster off. Especially if you want to get one measly thing like the desired roommate.

Rule #2: Always make sure there’s water in the ramen before you ever shove into the microwave.

Because somehow, unbeknownst to you, Jooheon managed to do both things though the former still remains to be the biggest mystery. You try not to ask why, not that it bothers you as much as you figured it would’ve in the first place. It’s been working out, living with him though he has his moments where you’re not sure what to say or even do. Not out of genuine, heart-clenching fear, but the kind of heart-clenching fear that leaves you in not only wonder but restlessness.

Lee Jooheon’s quite attractive, you’ll admit. He looks pretty terrifying when he has a set jaw and an unreadable expression washed over his features, but the majority of the time you’ve seen him donning a shower cap (he made you promise to say nothing of it), a smile curved on his lips, and dammit, his proximity a lot closer than you ever anticipate. You actually kind of miss the time when he avoided you for a day and a half straight after catching him with a loofah and a very familiar tune to “What Makes You Beautiful” playing in the background though (again) you’re sworn to secrecy that this event never makes it out of the apartment ever. Regardless, it’s all too undeniable that you enjoy your time with your newfound roommate, even find yourself awaiting a new day, wondering what sight you’ll see then.

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Battling Insecurity

The biggest demon of most musicians is a feeling of insecurity. It’s the creeping (or blatant) suspicion that you are literally the worst musician in the world — or at least nowhere near as good as you “should” be. It can also manifest as the idea that you’re going to: get laughed at by your peers, be a complete failure at everything you ever attempt, be revealed as a fraud, find out everyone is just humoring you, find out that your doubters were right, end up completely destitute and have to live in a cave, or possibly just spontaneously die the next time you have to perform. It turns out that all of these worries are 99.999% of the time completely baseless. No, you are not that 0.001 percent case where these thoughts are accurate. Bassoonist Georg, who has never actually touched a bassoon and likes living in caves, is an outlier adn should not have been counted.

The thing is that everyone feels like this, at least sometimes. I myself have, at the time of writing, complained at two different people a total of four times in the past week that I am going to end up living in a cave in the North Woods because no one will ever want to pay me for anything because I Suck. This is objectively not true. (You bought this book after all.) It may be a cliche, but there is a lot of truth to the thought that we are our own worst critics. There is no one else out there who knows your musical intent. If your trill doesn’t sound the way it did in your head, you are the only person who knows. Everyone else will think approximately this: “Hey, that was a trill. Cool.” If they’re especially persnickety, they might add “That was a little (better/worse) than when (you/someone else) sang a similar trill.” I don’t think there is a person out there who specifically goes to listen to a performance and thinks “This is awful and this performer is awful,” because most people are very nice. You are the only person there who thinks that you suck.

There are ways to battle insecurity, of course. Every performer develops a set of techniques to reaffirm their own self-worth, to calm themselves down, and essentially talk themselves down from the tree their anxiety has them hiding up. However, trial and error can take a long time, and you are going to need your self-esteem shored up a lot in the next year. With that in mind, here are suggestions from performers in college and beyond for how to manage insecurity.
Focus on things you’ve improved in the past year. When you start to worry about how obviously you’re no good and no one will ever want to listen to you etc. etc. etc., take a deep breath, then list three things you’ve improved in your playing in the past year. You have definitely improved at LEAST three, if not eight or nine aspects of your playing. Be as broad or as specific as you wish. This is about you acknowledging that you have grown and gotten better, so you choose the things on which to focus.
Listen to old recordings of yourself. If you absolutely CANNOT think of a SINGLE THING you’ve improved on in the past year (really? Not even your ability to play a single piece?), then go and listen to recordings of yourself from years ago. Find something you performed in when you were a freshman in high school (or, if you’re a freshman, see if you can find stuff from elementary school!). Go and listen to it, as critically as you can. It will probably make you cringe. That’s a good thing. Know why?
It’s because it shows you how much you’ve grown since then. If you fast-forward ten years from now, as long as you have kept playing, I can guarantee that future-you will listen to recordings of current-you with that same kinda cringey feeling. Because, in ten years, you will have improved so much that your current playing will be unrecognizable. And you will be proud.
Remember that the goal is improvement, not perfection. Music is not a race. Music is not a competition. Music is an art for self-fulfillment and self-expression. Perfection is impossible. Being “the best” is also impossible - there are seven billion people on Earth (and six in space (I checked!)). There’s always going to be someone out there who has practiced a little longer, or harder, or started earlier, or whose fingers are just a little closer to the perfect shape for your instrument. Your goal, then, should be to improve your own self - no comparisons to others, nothing like that.
Remember everyone comes from a different background. That person who sits to you in your ensemble, the one you’re envious of? You can’t know everything about their life. Maybe their parents started them on their instrument at age three. Maybe they haven’t gone out on the weekend in a year and a half because they practice then, or because they work to make up for not working during their practice time during the week. They could have a buttload of debt because of outside lessons. There’s no way to know what advantages or tradeoffs they’ve had to get where they are.
Once you’re at a certain point in life, there’s no way to add something to your life without sacrificing something else that you also like. If someone else practices X amount hours more a week then you do, then they spend X amount less doing something valuable to you - work, sleep, other homework, socializing, recharging, etc. They may simply have different priorities than you, and that’s okay.
Shut down the voice that compares people. Comparing yourself to someone else does nothing for you. Really. Unless you’re actively studying someone’s technique for educational purposes, comparing yourself to that 5th year senior, or that incredible freshman, does nothing for you. When you notice yourself doing the comparison thing, just shut it off. Practice rebuffing that voice.
“Sarah plays really well, yes. When I’ve played as long as she as, I’ll be better than I am now, too!”

Or!

“That freshman plays really well - I’m glad they had the opportunities they did.”

If all else fails, just look at these other people as motivation. Aspire to be as good as them, and use that to fuel your own practice. Just don’t let it spiral into beating yourself up. You’re worth more than that.
Directors have a vision. If you don’t match that vision, it’s not a personal failing.This is specifically in regards to auditions or chair seatings. Every musician has a different style and different technical abilities, and that’s okay. Sometimes your skill in a certain area may be amazing, but your tone just doesn’t match the rest of an ensemble. Or your sight-reading is great, but the director prefers someone else’s musical interpretation. That’s okay. There are ensembles where sight-reading is super important, and where your tone matches perfectly. You just have to find them, and you will eventually.
Make sure to take care of yourself. You can’t practice as efficiently if you’re sick. You can’t improve as much when you’re always exhausted. Trust me - due to an immune system that works about as well as a mall cop, I’ve spent on average eight weeks a school year feeling absolutely gross. I had to take an incomplete with my private teacher the first semester of my senior year of college, because I was so ill I could barely phonate (mono is a big ball of suck).
I’ve been better overall, however, since I started scheduling my sleep and food and socialization times. My calendar has nine hours of sleep scheduled in every night, I have phone calls and coffee dates with my best friends penciled in every week, and food is as regular as clockwork. Why? Because it prevents that nauseous, exhausted feeling of sleepwalking through a ten hour day. Hard days still happen, of course. However, I don’t spend nearly as much time cajoling myself to just keep putting one foot in front of the other anymore. Instead, I’m awake, engaged, and able to complain about things other than how tired I am. Progress!
Read up on Impostor Syndrome. Impostor Syndrome is when your brain’s resident jerkwad is constantly suggesting everyone you know is about to find out you’re a fraud. Who cares about any auditions you’ve successfully done. Who cares how good a grade you got last week. The jerkwad yells that you’re faking everything you’ve ever done, and people are going to figure that out, and then you’re going to end up living under a bridge and charging people tolls to cross it, and then they’ll figure out you aren’t even really a troll, and then you’re going to have join me in the cave in the North Woods and eat beetles and moss.
That jerkwad is a liar. Even I haven’t ended up in the North Woods yet, and I’m pretty sure I should list “Can BS Real Well” on my resume under Skills. You are a real musician - after all, you play music! That’s it. That’s all that’s required to call yourself a musician. I promise.

The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 5)

Originally posted by disneybeautyandthebeast

The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 5)

Beast!Adam x Reader

Part 1: here    Part 2: here    Part 3: here    Part 4: here 

Note: Sorry for taking so long to get this out. I’ve been swamped.

Adam walked beside you back to the castle. He glanced over at you every minute or so. God, you were so beautiful. More beautiful than he could have ever imagined. And here, under the silver beams of the moon, your hair and eyes seemed to glow with magic. He could feel it radiating off of you in gentle waves.  

“Do I frighten you?” You asked him. He was surprised at your words. He had expected to be the one to say something of that nature to you, certainly not the other way around.

“I beg your pardon?”

“You keep looking at me as though I’ll disappear…or explode.” You stated, chuckling softly. He shook his head.

“I just never imagined I’d get to properly meet you.” When he didn’t say anything more and the conversation faded once more into silence, you prompted him.

“How much further?”

“Not long now. A few minutes at most.” He told you. “Why?”

“It’s cold out here.” He hadn’t noticed you were shivering until that very moment.

“It’s a matter of the circumstance, I suppose. Here.” He shrugged the large tattered cape from his shoulders, leaving him in a shirt and trousers that had seen better days. His gift was heavy, but warm. He knew he would be fine without it, given the abundance of fur, and you seemed very grateful for it.

“Is the snow a normal thing?”

“Around here, yes.” Adam replied. You exhaled a shivering sigh.

“Wonderful.”

“Do your eyes always glow?” he asked, equally as curious.

“Not always.” You blinked a few times, causing the light you emitted to fade. “It’s only when I’m on edge. Or when I lose focus.”

“Do I frighten you?” a hint of fear laced Adam’s voice and he looked at you with gleaming blue eyes. You both stopped in place.

“People in general frighten me.” You replied. Adam crinkled an eyebrow.

“You consider me a person?”

“When you clambered into the woods and fought off the wolves, honestly, I had feared you might eat me.” You chuckled a little to yourself. “But the moment I met your gaze, I knew there was something more there. And I’m glad too.” You exhaled a tired sigh. “I’ve fought too many monsters.”

“You don’t think I’m…”

“Beastly, yes. A monster? Never.” An amused sort of grin tugged at his lips as you said this, showing off the tip of one of his fangs. “I know a monster when I see one. You’re not even close.”

“Well, you’d be the first then,” he stared into your eyes for a long moment before realizing there was a long path ahead of you. Lingering any longer than necessary was practically begging the wolves to come back. “Well, I suppose we should keep moving. We haven’t all night.”

“Of course.”

***

It took you a few moments to realize that the large castle that came into view was your destination. It was very tall, towering over a maze-like garden, and it was very dark. You could feel the dark energy from a long ways away. But as you got closer, you were able to peel back the layers of the magic. It was what you had felt inside the beast that traveled beside you: dark magic with good intentions.

To put it simply, a curse.

Adam stopped just before he opened the front door.

“Before we go in, there’s something you should know?”

“Yes?” You asked, adjusting his heavy cape, still wrapped around your shoulders.

“The inhabitants of the castle, myself included…we’re not exactly what you would consider…normal.”

“Neither am I.” You smirked. He could have sworn your eyes glowed as you said it, a mysterious glint hidden somewhere in your gaze.

“Yes, but I mean-”

“Not passing for human?”

“Something like that.”

“I’ve been around for quite some time. Believe me. I’ve seen it all.”

He took a breath and nodded, and then the door opened. It was dark, eerily still. Silent. Adam took both of the cloaks, his own and yours, from around your shoulders and hung them on the coatrack and then led you further inside.

“You can come out.” He called to seemingly no one. “She knows.”

“Well in that case,” A candelabra hopped off of a table and came to stand in front of you. He was followed by a very disgruntled clock that was more ornate and intricate than you had ever seen. “Welcome, Mademoiselle!”

In that instant, the castle flushed with life. More of the furniture and other items sprang from their spots, rushing to meet the new inhabitant of their home. The teapot was the next to introduce herself.

“I’m Mrs. Potts, dear.” Her porcelain face wore a kind smile. “And this is-”

“I’m Chip! What’s your name?! Where are you from?! How did you meet the Master?!” the teacup’s childish enthusiasm was sweet and warmed your heart, but it was also tragic in ways you couldn’t ever understand. Whoever had done this…they had cursed a child. Damned a child to a fate you couldn’t imagine he could ever deserve. It boiled your blood, causing you to struggle to maintain your smile as you greeted the rest of them.

You had decided in an instant, as soon as you met Chip and saw the life in his painted eyes, you had sworn to yourself that you would save them. No matter what or how long it took. You were going to save them.

Once the introductions were through, Adam led you up the stairs, through the hallways, and then finally to a door. He opened it.

“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know. This…this is your home now, and I want you to be comfortable.”

“Thank you.” You looked into his blue, blue eyes, and when you did, you could feel how nervous you made him. It wasn’t fear, per say. It was a form of anxiety, insecurity. And yet, he also had a sense of familiarity. As though he knew you, like he had claimed to. You mattered to him. And when you looked up at him, you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would protect you. “For everything. It…it means more to me than you could ever know.”

“I think I might have some idea.” A hint of a smirk found his lips, and his heart raced. You were here. You were real, and you were thanking him. And somehow, he knew you meant it. “Good night.”

“See you tomorrow.” You nodded. As you closed the door behind yourself, it finally sank in. He would see you tomorrow. You lived here now. Never in his years as this thing had he ever felt so liberated. It was as if your very presence filled his beastly soul with newfound life.

The wardrobe in the corner of the room was snoring, so you figured you’d introduce yourself in the morning. As you took off your boots, unloaded your bag, and crawled into the monstrous bed, a wave of warmth flowed through you. And though you tried to fight these feelings because you knew they could only end in disaster, you felt for the first time since you had begun running that you had finally, finally found a place to call home.

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Castiel Imagine

Imagine: Asking what Castiel likes to do for fun and being pleasantly surprised by the answer.

(x)

You lived for lazy Sunday mornings, or at least the concept anyway. Sometimes it happened to be a Wednesday evening, or the middle of the day on random Tuesday. It didn’t matter, whatever the day or time, you relished those rare breaks between cataclysmic universe threatening crisis where you could immerse yourself in something other than the gory particulars of a hunter’s life – when you could reclaim that innocent part of yourself as yet unsullied by the evils of the world. And more and more in these past months, you’d found a certain blue-eyed angel of the Lord unassumingly inserting himself into those moments. Not that you minded – you kind of had a thing for the angel – a fondness beyond friendship you’d long ago convinced yourself a celestial being would never be able to reciprocate. Nevertheless, however unrequited the potential of your love, having the angel around, together shouldering and lessening the burdens of suffering and defeat, sharing spontaneous laughter and experiencing little joyful and beautiful moments that made the awful times worthwhile, forced you to acknowledge the loneliness you endured for so long. Now that he’d gradually and inextricably inserted himself into your daily life, now that you couldn’t imagine your life before he entered it – you wouldn’t trade his companionship for anything in the world.

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bittersamgirlclub TOP 5 PROMPT #11: TOP 5 SAM-PRAISE MOMENTS 

Making this made me feel all warm and squishy inside, there are many other little moments I could have chosen and that makes me very happy. Sometimes it feels like Sam is so underappreciated, both in fandom and in universe, so to focus on all those moments where characters talk or feel about Sam the same way we do is just wonderful.

These are not necessarily in any order, although those first two are pretty much interchangeably in first place.

  1. Marie - Fan Fiction - I just love how with three words Marie manages to sum up so much of what we all adore about Sam, those core facets of his being that make Sam so beautiful. But what I love even more is “there’s nothing he can’t do”. There’s something so powerful about that, and it’s so true on so many levels. The way in which Sam has defied destiny and other’s expectations for him, time and again. Working his way to a full ride to Stanford. Building himself a new life, not once, but twice from the ground up. Overcoming the devil. How could anyone not believe that Sam is capable of anything after reading about that! The other thing I love about Marie is that, although she exists in universe, she gives us an out of universe perspective on Sam, in that sense I find her, and her praise of Sam to be very relatable, it feels as if I am being voiced directly through the show. Of course the fact that Sam did not hear this praise saddens me, but I think it is incredibly important that Dean did hear it, to be reminded of all those things that deep down he knows, and loves about his brother.
  2. Jess - Pilot - I think its no secret how much I adore Sam/Jess and their relationship. Of course we only get tiny slivers of their life together, these fleeting moments, but ones like this especially I think illuminate their relationship perfectly. In this scene, Jess makes absolutely sure that Sam knows how proud of him she is, bringing up his LSAT score, praising how amazing it is, making sure he knows she’s serious when she says she’s proud, that she wasn’t just kidding around, that she really means its and that she believes in him. I think Jess was painfully aware of how little, if ever, Sam had been exposed to the concept of someone being proud of him and that intentionally worked to rectify that at every available opportunity (I might have written a little ficlet about this *cough*shamelessplug*cough*). We hear in ‘Phantom Traveller’ that apparently John expressed his pride in Sam to others, but clearly withheld it from Sam himself, the fact that Jess goes out of her way to ensure that Sam knows how she feels is just SO important.
  3. Mr Wyatt - After School Special - This episode in general is just EVERYTHING to me, but this moment in particular is incredibly special and I think actually instrumental in shaping Sam. I think its quite likely given Sam’s reaction to thinking the Mr Wyatt was going to fail him, that prior to this scene Sam was actually rather apathetic about school, moving from place to place, never being able to make real connections, he probably loved learning and studying but was unable to find reasons to really care about doing well when in a few days he’d be off to the next school anyway, when he saw nothing in his future but more of what his entire life had been, death and danger and loneliness. Mr Wyatt not only praised Sam’s academic abilities, but more importantly he allowed Sam to believe that there could be something beyond his current life, that he was capable of escaping that, of building something of his own.
  4. Dean - Scarecrow - I love, love, love this moment! Firstly, I’m pretty certain that this is the first time Sam has heard the words “I’m proud of you” from anyone other than Jess, look at his reaction, he’s completely at a loss for what to do or say and just taken aback entirely. What’s also important here is what Dean is praising Sam for. Dean is saying that he’s proud of Sam for the very things that go Sam disowned and dissociated from his family, for things that Dean in the past (and sadly will again in the future) had criticised Sam for. Standing up to John and forging his own way were actions that Sam had been led to believe time after time were deep and terrible betrayals and things that he should feel ashamed of, that Dean in this moment acknowledges that they are in fact great strengths and worthy of admiration is just so incredibly important.
  5. Sarah - Clip Show - I actually think this one is a little odd, because I think what Sarah is picking up on here is Sam’s determination to finish the trails and to 'right’ all the perceived wrongs he was done, to make up for all the ways he believes he’s let Dean down, and I can’t really feel that that is a positive thing. On the other hand, Sarah a) doesn’t know the context of what she’s seeing, she’s genuinely trying to and say something good about Sam b) at this point in the season people who bolster Sam in anyway, especially to his face, are so few and far between that anything along those lines is like manna in the desert….

sunflowerchester — I finally finished it! hahah…

SHE is the Doctor, whether you like it or not (I like it)

Now I was intending on waiting a little longer before writing this, but honestly, these couple of days I’ve just had so many thoughts that I couldn’t wait.

As you can probably guess from the title, I am very much on the completely fine and extremely excited side of the fandom at the moment, this and Thrones return has made these past couple of days the best I’ve had in a long time. 

Now to ensure that anyone not OK with this doesn’t go making assumptions about the reason I’m OK with this. I am a 20 year old male from Australia, I’m half Sri Lankan so I am not white, I’m currently studying to be an actor, and I’m a feminist, that’s right guys, we can be feminists too.

So I’m going to talk about several things here, I’m going to talk about why this means so much, I’m going to speculate on what the 13th Doctor is going to be like, and I’m going to try and counteract some of the arguments against her, particularly ones I’ve encountered in real life, not just online.

We’ll start first with why this means so much, I really shouldn’t have to explain it but it seems that unfortunately I do. The world is 50% female, why shouldn’t they be able to have a chance to be the ultimate character, for 54 years little boys all over the world have been able to think “I’m going to be the Doctor one day”, while all little girls have been able to think is “I guess I can be the companion then”, and now they too can think they can be the Doctor one day, and how is that a bad thing. In fact, this sums it up quite nicely

So I was going to speculate on 13 and series 11 next, but I think I’ll leave that for last and move onto counteracting the arguments against 13. I’m going to focus primarily on the ones I have encountered in real life, which are fairly consistent with what I’ve been seeing online. 

So like I said, I’m Australian, which means I had to wait until about 1:00 in the morning to get the announcement, so the next morning when I was heading to Uni I was in a state of excitement, ready to discuss it with my fellow Whovian friends.

Thankfully, the majority of them were ok with it, my best mate has only watch half an episode but he’s interested in getting into it, his reaction was initially dismissive but eventually he came around to the idea when I brought up the fact the humans change gender as well. Another friend didn’t need any persuading at all, she was excited from the get go. But another one wasn’t, she hated the idea, and still does, and it’s her view we’re going to discuss.

Her opinion is that since the Doctor was initially written as a male character he should always be male and that this is just feminist pandering bullshit. Now as you can imagine I was incredibly shocked by this, here was a 22 year old intelligent woman going on about feminist bullshit, I was shocked, shocked I tell you.

So I tried to have a reasonable discussion with her about it, but that didn’t go anywhere, she brought up the whole “You wouldn’t make James Bond Jane Bond” argument, and whenever I tried explain my point, she’d just interrupt and shoot down any argument I had. Now I was trying to understand where she was coming from, and then she said something that made it all make sense, she said they should bring David Tennant back.

Don’t get me wrong, I love every single Doctor, including Tennant, but we have to admit, there is a part of our fandom who came on during the RTD/Tennant era, and have simply refused to learn more about the show beyond that era. Now everyone is entitled to their favourite Doctor and showrunner, but when they believe that what that era was should be the defining characteristic of the show, and ignore everything else because it’s not that, then there’s a problem.

Doctor Who has been a show about change from the moment Susan left, this fact of the show was firmly solidified when William Hartnell left. So to go back my friends argument about the Doctor being initially written as a male, yes he was, in the 60s, when there would have been no way the Doctor could have been female. But also, when the Doctor was initially written, he wasn’t written as a Time Lord from Gallifrey with two heartswho could change his appearance when he died, he was simply written as a time travelling alien who most likely only had one heart. Everything else about the Doctor came later, that’s what you do, you don’t decided everything about the character right at the start and leave no room for expansion, you create the basic outline and let it be filled in piece by piece over the years.

So to hear my friend state the she shouldn’t think the Doctor should be a woman purely because that’s not how he was when he was created, I raise her this.

But let’s move on from the negativity and focus on the positive, but before I start speculating, I’m just going to share these as well.

If the people who made the show can understand this, why can’t you? (I know Peter Davison isn’t entirely for it, but let’s just let that be for now shall we).

So, speculation. I know that the outfit she wore in the video isn’t going to be her official outfit, but I’d love to see parts of it kept, particularly the boots and the oversized coat. I have seen lots of people saying that the Doctor’s going to be wearing heels now, but just seeing those boots, I can imagine 13 wearing those. Now the whole outfit is meant to be Capaldi’s even though it obviously isn’t, the coat, the hoodie, everything about it just screams 12, however as you can seee briefly in the clip and more so in picture they released, the coat is actually grey and double breasted. 

Now I would love to see something like that kept in the show, Tennant, Smith, and Capaldi all had form fitting outfits, but personally, the Doctors outfits that have been the absolute best have been the slightly baggy looking ones, Four had his whole untidy look, War and nine had their leather jackets that looked big on them, and those looks worked. 

So I’d love to see them go with a coat that’s just a little too big on her, personally I would like a duffel coat, like what Paddington bear wears, that way you can keep the hood without keeping the hoodie, seeing how that has become closely linked with 12. It’s something we’ve never seen any of the doctors wear before, and has the slightly odd look that all the Doctor’s should have.

As for the rest of her outfit I’m not entirely sure, should she wear a dress of some kind or should she continue to wear pants? well why not both? I think as long as each Doctor maintains a distinctive look they vary the rest of their outfit as much as they like. So if they get a distinctive coat for her, she could wear a dress under it one episode, and then pants the next, it doesn’t really matter.

Now as for her TARDIS and Sonic, I would like to see them keep those mostly the same. With the TARDIS I want them to do what they did with Capaldi when he came on, keep the basic form but add some personal touches that tie in with that Doctor’s personality, as well as other changes like how they added the roundels, more lights and an extra set of stairs. Stuff like that so it’s the same but unique to her. 

Similar thing with the screwdriver I think, keep it somewhat the same, but add a small difference so it’s unique to her, something like what they did with Nine and Tens screwdriver, after Ten destroyed it in Smith and Jones, his new one had a different coloured handle. Now I love the new screwdriver, but if I was to change something, I would change the grip, those four metal bars just looks uncomfortable to hold, so maybe a leather grip or something like that, small, but significant enough.

Now I was going to speculate on Series 11 but this has been a long post and my brain is dead so I’ll wrap it up here. Maybe once we know more I’ll speculate on it, but for now I leave with these wise words from the Doctor himself.

Homeless

Summary: You’re seriously injured saving Gabriel from the worst fate an angel could experience, but what will yours turn out to be?  

Pairings: GabrielxReader, Destiel (side pairing)

Tags: angst, soulmates

Word Count: 5729

Author’s Note: This was written for March’s @gabriel-monthly-challenge statement prompt:

From underneath the thin layer of snow, the first bloom of springtime emerged.  He resisted the temptation to crush it beneath his heel.

This piece did not get run through my beta.  Apologies for any  mistakes that slipped through.  

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Also, some folks are tagged because they’ve advertised through their fic recs etc. they’re open to it.  Just let me know if you prefer to be removed from my list.

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Having one’s wings detached was supposedly the second worst pain an angel could experience.  It went beyond just a physical sensation to one that tore through their very being.  The worst?  Existing without them.  

Being wingless stripped them of everything that made them divine, leaving them disconnected.  They were no longer part of Heaven but neither did they belong on earth and they would be destined to remain caught between both worlds for eternity.  

Thanks to you, Gabriel was not currently experiencing that fate.  Yours, on the other hand, currently hung in the balance.

From underneath the thin layer of snow, the first bloom of springtime emerged.  He resisted the temptation to crush it beneath his heel.  He was Heaven’s mightiest weapon.  His power was absolute. His strength rivaled by few things in existence.  He could snap entire civilizations out of existence and had, on a few occasions.  He could storm the gates of Hell on his own and make quite the dent in its army before something figured out a way to take him down.  He could hold the entire Eastern seaboard in its own time loop for weeks if he wanted.  

Saving one human?  Suddenly beyond his control.

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Spy Universe - Hoshi

Anon asked for the Hoshi part of the Spy Universe. So here’s the start of the story of the combat expert meeting the reader.

There’s a guy at your gym you can’t help but notice. 

The whole “going to the gym” thing had never been your idea in the first place, but your friend dragged you along with her, and despite yourself, you kept on returning. Maybe it was partly because of the guy that you kept on returning.

You still remember the first time you saw him. Right at the end of a long workout, when wisps of your hair were curled by sweat around your face, your cheeks were pink, and your plain tee felt like it was clinging to your back. You followed your friend away from the equipment, panting more than talking, on your way to get smoothies.

And then he appeared, walking in as you walked out. He hadn’t started his work out yet. There was a towel swung loose across his shoulders, nicely muscled arms under a loose black tank top, and a determined look in his dark eyes.

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                             CLAIRVOYANCE (Intuitive Sight)

                       MASTERPOST & HELPFUL INFO HERE <–

Clairvoyance is the ability to see things which are hidden to the naked eye and it is used in a variety of ways to obtain insight beyond the ordinary five senses. 

Clairvoyance has been used a lot in pop culture and is usually portrayed in a negative way to represent ultimate evil. This is the one ability that makes for the ‘perfect’ horror and paranormal type film, specifically geared towards scaring the viewer. But, being able to detect spirits, know stuff about the people around us and see events that are likely to occur are so beneficial and so incredibly common that it really only takes a little practice to wake it back up again. With the gift of Clairvoyance, we can achieve a clearer understanding of the process that leads us to new inventions, innovations and inspiration that helps us in our everyday lives. 

Cool stuff, so how is this helpful? Clairvoyance helps us to see the past, present and future. It can aid us in finding things that we’ve lost… heck, it can help find missing people! It helps in mind, and spiritual readings as well as spiritual counselling and spiritual communication. Clairvoyance can be beneficial in medical diagnosis, exorcisms, scientific exploration, invention and the exploration of this world and others. It can help us develop our art, music and literature skills making clairvoyance not so scary after all, huh? 

In the beginning, it can help to close your eyes and use your mind’s eye rather than expecting to see things straight away with your physical eyes because it takes practice just like anything else. Allow yourself to believe that what you see and experience are real and get rid of the idea that all spirit energy wants to harm you. Please, release and heal whatever fears or trauma you have around seeing spirits; you don’t expect every person you meet to harm you, why would you assume the same of Spirits? They just want a lil’ love, help and attention too.

Some clairvoyants see things in their mind’s eye (kind of like dreaming or daydreaming) and some can see with their physical eyes. Both of these ways are possible, but it’s more common to see in the mind’s eye when you’re starting out. You may see a lot more flashes of colour, random symbols, eyes, or experience more frequent deja vu but, over time, with practice and dedication, you can easily scry, see auras, the essence of a spirit and also any Spirit Guides or Angels that are around. 

Please be aware that it’s okay to be confused about what you see in the beginning. To interpret a vision or symbol, you need to use your personal intuition and frame of reference. They may not always be obvious messages either and may come in brief flashes, they may appear photographic and show only a second in time or they may seem to unreel a series of past events like a movie scene.  For example, a vision of a car crash doesn’t necessarily mean that you or a loved one will be in one, instead, it may just mean that a clash of opinions is bound to arise. Be calm, be aware of your surroundings and use your words wisely throughout the day to avoid conflict. 

So, how do you know that it’s not ‘all in your head’? Well, we test it! You’ve probably experienced clairvoyance yourself in the past, a thousand times over and may not have even known it. Have you ever had a vivid dream which later comes true in some way? Have you lost something only to have an image of the place where you left it suddenly flash into your mind? As you’re driving, you predict what the car in front of you is going to do and then a few minutes later what you’d mentally imagined happens? Maybe you suddenly see an image of a friend in your head and then right after, you receive a text from them. Or perhaps you’ve been sitting in a crowded room and experience Deja vu in such a strong way that you are able to predict what is going to happen next. If any of these situations seems familiar to you, it may be a good idea to meditate on your natural clairvoyant ability. Seriously, meditation is important for clairvoyants, you should take time each day to relax and clear your mind of the daily stresses that occur. A clear mind will allow you to open yourself up to new possibilities. 

I can’t stress how important it is to really believe what you see. Believe that clairvoyance can work for you and understand that every single person is capable of utilizing this skill to better understand their life path. Keep your mind open to the possibility that you too can possess this skill, trust in your instincts and let everything go. Be sure that your mind and chakras are open and that your energy is flowing freely because, in order to tap into our extrasensory perceptions, our body, minds and souls should be clear and open to receive insight. If you want some fun little activities to perform in order to further develop this ability you could try to visualize who is calling/texting you before you look at your phone. You can try to predict what someone around you is going to do or say next (for example: what type of coffee the person in front of you will order). Or you could have a friend place a few cups down and an item under a single cup, using visualisation and focus, try to figure out which cup it is under.

Develop your potential by practicing each day. Use your will, concentration, persistence, self-awareness, self-restraint, energy, focus, intuition and love. Be courageous and over time, you will see all.

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Yearning - Rafael Barba

P/N: This is to add to @yourtropegirl‘s Rafael Barba day! I hope you all enjoy!

Rafael Barba x Reader
Imagine: Rafael is overwhelmed by a case he’s working on.

Warnings: Mentions of torture and assault.


Rafael had to review a few taped confessions. He needed to go over every victim to make sure there weren’t loopholes that the defense could use. He popped the tape in and sat back in his chair with a notepad and pen. The suspect had a double life, convincing everyone around him that he was practically a saint.

Rafael had dealt with so many emotionally exhausting cases. This case was no different. However, every fiber of his body tensed up as he watched the women describe the torture and assault they suffered. His jaw clenched as his eyes welled up at the sight of the self-hatred these women had in their eyes. His nostrils flared from the blood boiling anger that surfaced. The despicable and heinous acts had to be brought to light and it angered him to have these witness go through it again but with an audience.

When the tape cut to black, he was able to release the breath he didn’t know he was holding. There was an ache in his chest that didn’t fade, even after he got up for a cup of water. He was pulsing with determination to destroy this man in court. He could only hope that justice would be enough to help these survivors move on.

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Ficpost!

Okay…this STARTED as a drabble. I wanted to play around with some ideas I had expressed in some text posts awhile back but since I’m incapable of writing anything short it mutated into this big thing. This takes place during phase four, starting in the weeks leading up to the live interview on April 20th and then goes beyond that. I also went with the assumption that they’re currently living in the Spirit House in Detroit.

Genre: Slice-of-life? Maybe fluff? Definitely kinda cheesy. No ships, though there *is* tentative 2Doc friendship which I’ll warn for to be safe.

Rating: PG for language

Summary/preview: After everything he’d been through, Murdoc had come to expect a certain level of unpredictability in his daily routine. What he didn’t count on, however, was that it would come in the form of 2D casually deciding to use his phone to record videos of him while he was rummaging through the refrigerator.

Word count: around 7700

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don’t you want to take me home?

pairing: daveed diggs x reader

request: “wanted to request one (with Diggs if you don’t mind) where you’re an old friend of Lin’s and you and Daveed meet on opening night. You can take it anywhere you want after that.”

summary: reader is one of lin’s oldest friends, so of course she’s at the opening night after-party. and of course diggs is into her.

warnings: NSFW! smut, alcohol, flirting, bathroom sex

word count: 4,262

a/n: title from clippng’s ‘tonight.’ this happened. idk. still going to hell.

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My First Kiss at the Public Execution - 10

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 6 - PART 7 - PART 8 -  PART 9 - PART 11

a/n: now i’ve returned from a unexpected hiatus with more eric for all a y’all. enjoy! 

ALSO, FYI THIS IS THE SECOND TO LAST CHAPTER

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Warning: NSFW! there’s sexy times in this one!

Eric X OFC // Divergent Trilogy

word count: 2,734

this is the
end of us
sleeping with the
moon and the stars

Laying in the warm grass of late spring, I stared into Layla’s comforting, brown eyes. After a week of heavy rain it was as if all the plants had suddenly woken up. The sun rose this morning and the world was green. We laid on our sides under the willow tree, listening to the breeze as it pushed the branches to and fro.

Hesitantly, Layla rolled forward, bring her face slowly towards mine. I closed my eyes as our lips made contact. I hummed at the soft feeling of her against me, eagerly parting my lips to deepen the kiss. I could feel the tickle of her hand as her long, slender fingers traveled up my inner thigh. The thin fabric of my dress gathered as she moved her palm to cup my center. She pulled away with a smirk while using her fingers to tease at my folds. I was so excited by her touch I didn’t even find it weird that I had no underwear on. She bit her lip while I moved, laying on my back and moaning as her middle finger circled my clit.

She kissed at my collar bone as I slid my knees apart, aiding her access before she adjusted her position, climbing to rest between my legs. I stared down my abdomen to her warm brown eyes before they disappeared from my line of vision so all I could see was her head of curls. I could feel her pulling my lips apart before kissing my bud of nerves.

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Parenting Tips

Age 15: Competitions and expectations

Characters: Child!Reader and Hanzo Shimada

Summary: You lose an important competition and it takes a hard toll on you. But there’s another issue at hand that’s bugging you.

Other Info: A more Hanzo-centric fic. Enjoy! Sorry for any mistakes. I’m only able to write on my phone. Also posted on AO3.

Warnings: Nah.

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We Make the Kingdom - Pt.6

Pairing: Yongguk x OC
Genre: Fantasy, with Angst and Smut to come
Summary:  After a vampire attack leaves you almost dead, you are rescued by a group of werelions, powers long thought to be extinct. Upon discovering the same magic flows in your blood, you join their fight against encroaching vampires and another, very human monster, to save the kingdom.
Previous parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 , 6, 7,  8 , 9 (M), 10


Despite your accelerated healing, your body continues to ache at the end of each day of the following weeks. Jongup is a patient but persistent instructor, working you through drill after drill and never losing his temper when you make a mistake. They occur less and less frequently as the memory of the movements become embedded in your muscles, muscles that continue to  grow stronger.

The extra hours you practice, recruiting the lions who stay behind with you nightly as partners, aid your advancing abilities as well. It is obvious they hold back when they let you attempt to fight them, but hopefully soon they will have to put in some effort to hold you off. You are determined to match Jongup’s efforts with your own.

Yongguk’s teachings arms you with a mental arsenal of information. He continues giving you material limited to your vampiric foes, letting you evaluate it by yourself before reporting your conclusions to him. He listens, offering corrections as needed and prodding you to defend your positions with questions. Your discussions become spirited and enjoyable and variedas Yongguk opens to you. Beneath his almost placid exterior thrives an active, incredibly intelligent mind.

This discovery leads you to be even more intrigued with the alpha. Not only does he posses book knowledge of science and art and literature, but the often more difficult subjects of human nature and philosophy as well. Talking with Yongguk rekindles a insatiable thirst for learning in your heart, one he readily helps you try to fill.

He seems to enjoy your mental sparring as much as you, but you can sense he still holds some part of himself aloof from you. As many smiles as you’re able to coax from his lips, Yongguk never smiles with you the way he does the other lions. Sometimes you envy them and the obvious affection he holds for them, the ease and intimacy of their all belonging to each other. They are a pride and you are still an outlier: accepted but not yet into the inner circle. Whenever the feeling creeps into your skin, you brush it aside and throw yourself into your studies with renewed vigor. You will earn your place among them. Something so precious is not easily given.

Unfortunately, despite how well you are progressing in your other areas of study, fully shifting into your were-form still eludes you. You practice in secret with Junhong and in the privacy of one of the upper rooms when he hunts, wanting to surprise the others.

It was only a number of days before you could find it the instant you concentrate. The heartbeat of the lioness nestles in your chest like the steady purr of a well fed cat beside a fire. Waking your power proves another matter entirely.

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@sai-shou

I know I go on random tangents a lot, and my message may not seem clear, and I may sound light-hearted and not as serious as I probably meant to be.

But in all seriousness.

I just want to thank you for existing.

The (original) script (that I keep trailing off of in the recording) will be under the cut.

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Speak Up

// In which Justin interrupts Y/N’s tlc time //

*Contains Mature Content*

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I made my way into my apartment with a sigh of relief as I set my purse on the counter and slid off my heels. Work as been kicking my ass so hard for the past month that, I’ve barely been able to have anytime to myself. With a big client wanting to be in partnership with the business, it was a struggle to come up with compromise that everyone would be satisfied with.

It was either the stress work has put on my or just my general desperation for relief but, regardless of the reason, I was on a whole new level of sexual frustration. Not getting off in weeks has left me on the edge.
With work stressing me out and having me up all night writing up new contracts, my whole social life was lagging. If I didn’t have time for a lunch date with a friend, I definitely wasn’t able have one of my usual hook ups come by. I’m not going to lie, this past couple of months has been a dry spell. Since none of my boys could come through, I wasn’t afraid of taking matters into my own hands, literally.

Not wasting any time, I stripped off the dress I wore to the office.
Already soaking through my panties, I rubbed gently over the lace. The soft fabric pressed against my clit making my legs shake already. As I continued to tease myself, I unclasped my bra and and kneaded my breast with my unoccupied hand. Unable to take the the teasing, I pulled off my panties and sprawl out on the bed.

I sucked on a finger before making contact with my wet pussy. I hissed at the amazing feeling of touching myself as my finger entered me slowly. After adjusting, I wasted no time to work myself up. A minute later, I had two finger scissoring myself open, moaning loudly for what was to come. With a familiar rhythm, I whined as almost hit that spot inside that makes me see white. Knowing that I was stretched, I forced myself to pull my fingers out and get my pink vibrator from the top draw of the bedside table.

I moaned when the cold pink silicone rubbed perfectly against my clit. Unable to hold back any longer, I started working the toy into myself at a fast rhythm. Letting my mind wander as I pleasured myself, I started to imagine myself with someone else. My fantasies went from man to man before settling on Justin.

He may be my close friend but he was more than just that. His pure charm and shameless sex appeal has lead me to want more than just friendship. Too often, I’ve imagine him come to my office and bend me over my desk in the middle of work or fuck me in the bathroom when we go clubbing together. I just want him around me. I want him in me. I just want him.

My pussy soaked as I imagined him between my legs, feasting upon me. I screamed his name as I thought of grabbing him by his newly blonde hair and holding on as he makes me feel pleasure levels never reached before. I wanted him to flip me over and fuck me hard as I moaned into my pillow. I had a few minutes of imagining and I was so fucking close. I squeezed you eyes together tightly when I found I bundle of nerves. Holding the vibrator in place, I turned it on and let out a scream as it pulses against my g spot. Just as I screamed, I heard knocking at the door. I prayed to god that the person will go away as, I quickly fuck the toy into myself imaging it was Justin’s cock.

The pounding on the door continue so I found it impossible focus on my pleasure. I couldn’t push myself over the edge with someone bothering me so, at the brink of my well deserved orgasm, I pulled out and turned off the vibrator leaving it on the bed for me to come back to.

At the next round of knocks that assaulted the door, I screamed that I was coming (but not in the way that I truly wanted). Putting on nothing but a big t shirt and cotton shorts you angrily opened the front door.

“Hey! It took you long enough to open the door,” your best friend, Justin said as he pulled you in for a hug before letting himself in. My vision blurred after realizing that while I had less than pure thoughts about him, he was right outside my door.

“Hey?” I look up confused up at him as he sets down all the stuff he was carrying onto the counter.

“I know you have been so busy at work and this is your only day off of work so I decided to stop by. It’s been a minute since we’ve chilled so I picked up a pizza and some movies,” he shrugged. Justin was known for stopping by unexpectedly but, not usually without a thirty minute warning text. I looked him up and down and mentally groaned because his appearance was both a blessing and a curse. With ripped up jeans and a plain shirt that showcased his body just right, the only thing I wanted to do was get on my knees.

“You okay?” he asked. When he set the box of pizza on the coffee table in the living room.

“Yeah,” I nodded. ‘No’, I actually thought. “Um, Justin-” I started in a pleading voice at the fact that I had more important matters at hand.

“You sure? You look properly fucked right now,” suddenly, a smirk lit up his face, “Y/N were you getting dick while I was at the door? Because I can leave if some dude is in your bed right now jerking off,” Justin held his hands up in surrender. The cocky smile on his face made me want to sit on it just to shut him up.

“Fuck off. The only guy in my apartment is you and unless you get into my bed with your cock out, all of your allegations would false,” I rolled my eyes.

“Damn, if I knew that’s how you wanted me, I would have showed up naked. But just so you know know, It’s never too late to have a taste of the bieberconda,” he grabbed at his bulge while licking his lips playfully.

“Drink bleach,” I glared at him before going into the kitchen for some water to cool me off, his cackle ghosted into the air like he was a damn comedian.

“Alright so there’s Netflix and I brought Spider-Man 2, Beyond the Lights, Breaking Dawn Part 2, fast and Furious 6, Lady and the Tramp, Mission Impossible, 50 Shades of-” Justin listed.  

“50 Shades,” I called out because if I weren’t going to be getting off anytime soon, at least I could watch someone else.  Internally, I grimaced as I walked over to the couch with my shorts rubbing me in every right way with every step I took.

“You’ve always been so kinky,” Justin winked.

“Shut up,” I rolled my eyes then tossed a pillow at him as he put the movie into the DVD player. After starting the movie, Justin took his position as the big spoon behind me on the couch. With his arm wrapped around my waist and my butt pressed against his crotch, I regretted choosing this movie as the first erotic scene plays on the screen.

My eyes devoured the scene in front of my, imagining that that was I being dominated. Justin, who had been making comments about the terrible acting earlier, was now silent as the two of us watched the movie unfold. By the third sex scene, I was so embarrassingly wet that it would probably show through my shorts.

Squirming at the thought, I shifted back slightly. When I was pressed up firmly against Justin there was no mistaking the way he moaned out and the gripping of his hands as he held you in place.

“Please stop moving,” he rasped out, his cock twitching as it pressed against me. Everything inside of me wanted to challenge him and ask ‘or what’ but before I got the chance, he spoke again. “I, um- this is a bit awkward,” Justin laughed in my ear. This wasn’t the first time Justin has popped a boner while cuddling but this time there is a very slim chance of it going away on its own with what was being played on the screen.

“I’m going to use the bathroom,” Justin excused himself as he moved from behind me and made his way into my bedroom, where the bathroom was connected.

I watched as he entered the hallway and he walked into the bedroom. It wasn’t until I paused the movie, that I realized my fatal mistake. “Wait Justin!” I yelled as I set remote down and ran into my room after him. There Justin was, at the edge of my bed staring at the vibrator I left on the sprawled covers.

“Is this what you were doing before I got here?” Justin asked, turning to me with blown pupils, my body inched away from his.

“Justin,” I groaned from embarrassment.

“I asked you a question,” He ignored my protest while looking looking me up and down before meeting my eyes again like I was his prey. Just from the look of his face, I could feel myself drip a little more into my shorts.

“Yes,” I said quietly, never breaking the eye contact. With my single worded answer, Justin was pressing me to the wall with his lips on mine.

“Did you cum, baby?” He asked, lifting me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He squeezed at the handfuls of ass he was holding, waiting for my answer.

“No.” At that next single word, I was pinned down to bed with Justin grinding filthily into my burning hot center.

“I’ll change that,” Justin promised, taking off my shorts.  

“God, you’re soaking, Y/N,” he said in awe. Without warning, he spread my shaking legs open and pressed his finger against my clit. I arched my back and yelled out a string of cuss words.

“Shhh baby,” he kissed me fondly trying to distract me from the much bigger finger entering me. He moved around slowly making me cry out for him to do something.

“Please Justin,” I begged as he teased two fingers inside of me. Not being familiar with this part of my body, he changed angles until he found the one location that make me scream the loudest yet. Once he found that spot, he purposely avoided it, depriving you of the intense pleasure you could be feeling. “Fuck Justin, please,” I whimpered into my hands.

“Who were you thinking about when you were on your own?” He asked while pounding his fingers inside of me. I bit at my bottom lip as he continued to work me open. I didn’t answer when he asked me for the second time, earning me to be flipped on my stomach with my ass in the air.

“You’re not getting shit until you speak up,” Justin slapped my ass before rubbing it better. I let out a hiss as I rocked back and forth trying to get my fingers back inside me. I screamed out when I felt the buzz of my vibrator against my clit again.

“Who. Were. You. Thinking. About.” Between each word, Justin slapped my ass before finally turning the toy up a notch, making my arms collapse beneath me.

“You,” I whined. I shook as Justin’s arm around my waist held my ass up in the air and he continued to drag the vibrator up and down my center.

“Me doing what?” He asked as he put the toy down and his fingers back inside of me.

“Shit, Justin,” I moaned out when both fingers met my spot.

“What was I doing, Y/N?”

“Eating me out!” I finally confessed, as my legs started shaking uncontrollably. Without further conversation, Justin leaned down and licked a stripe up my center before flipping me back on my back and fucking his tongue into me. My hands instantly latched into his blonde hair and pushed his head further into me. He moaned while sloppily eating me up.

“Justin- I- I need to-” I tried to warned but when his finger met my spot one final time as he sucked on my clit, I was done for.

An orgasm like I have never felt before torn through me and left me shaking as I came down from my euphoric state.

After recovery, I switched our positions. As soon as his boxers were down and I got my hands around him, he was panting. My small brown hand vastly contrasting his pale skin. I pumped his cocked but decided to tease by blowing on the tip.

“Fuck Y/n,”

“Yes?” I asked before mouthing and kitten licking the head. Justin let out a groan and thrust his hips up. I tsked in disapproval and used one hand to hold his waist down and the other to pump slowly on his cock as I got more of him into my mouth.

“God you’re gagging on it” I moaned sending vibrations up his cock. I let my hand slide from his waist to his balls then gave a squeeze and he was done for.

He didn’t even have a chance to warn before he was coming down my throat. He rode out his orgasm by thrusting shallowly into my mouth.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he apologized, embarrassed at how fast he came. He looked down on me when I didn’t reply. His eyes met mine as  I swallowed the cum I was holding in my mouth.

“Fuck get up here,” he pulled me on top of him and kissed me lazily. My taste of his lips, his taste on mine.

“So what other movies did you bring?” I asked.

“Avengers, Hunger Games, the Friends box set,” he hummed.

“Movies or round two?”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he kissed me again while grabbing at my ass.

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i’ve been holding on to this bad boy for a while so i hope you enjoyed it! i’m taking requests so, send them in - drea💫

Wrong Number Series Part 18

YAYAYAYAY I’M FINALLY POSTING THE SNEAK PEAK YAYAYAY!!!!! Okay so, as this is a sneak peak into the next chapter, it is rather short!!!! Still, I worked very hard on it so I hope you all enjoy it!!! ^^^^ 

For text reference, I mention parts 14, 15, and 16! This is a continuation of Story 2! And If you haven’t read any WNS text then here’s the Start! Okay, happy reading everyone!!! :DDDD - Eomma^^

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