Me: explain this picture
My friend(hasn’t heard Hamilton only stuff from me ):Ok so la fie tittys just standing there like “don’t you alexan DARE bitch”
Then Hamil titty breaks into the fresh prince of bell air rap and he’s all like “ IN WEST PHILADELPHIA BORN'raised
And then all the others are just like
” we were just trying to eat our cheerios in peace and I can’t do that when this happens every 10 minutes
Summary: Bored at a Christmas party, [Y/N) decides to spice things up… with a drinking stripping game. Sam is down.
Warning: I got plenty. Explicit 18+ smut (dirty talk, foreplay, penetration - it’s happening, y’all). Swearing. Drinking. Teasing. Certainly not in that order.
A/N: Since Sam Wilson x Reader is a bit underrepresented in the Marvel fandom, I took it upon myself to restore balance to the Force (what, wrong fandom?👀 )… and it’s Christmas themed, because ‘tis the season! For more stories please see my masterlist.
Bah humbug. Maybe that would’ve been a more appropriate visual for her sweater tonight, because this Christmas party was more boring than watching paint dry. More. That should be saying enough. This period was crazy busy and crazy expensive, so [Y/N] was selective about which social gatherings she attended… but damn, this had been a bad choice. People were huddled together making lame work jokes, there was barely any entertainment and there was no dancing whatsoever. And the music? Christmas songs. Everyone was aware of what time of the year it was. The radio and every music channel out there wouldn’t stop reminding her. The last thing she needed at a party was more Christmas songs. It was a party for crying out loud. A new song came on, and with barely any remnants of hope left [Y/N] listened carefully.
Dashing through the—No. She wasn’t having it. After taking another look around the living room, [Y/N] gulped down the remains of her bubbles and walked to the kitchen to possibly get something stronger if she was supposed to remain here for another hour before she could bail.
now this is the story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down and I’d like to take a minute just sit right there and I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a small town bell-air. in west philadelphia born and raised on the playground is where I spent most of my days Chillin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said, “You’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.”
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my Walkman on and said, “I might as well kick it.”
First class, yo, this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
Hmm, this might be alright.
But wait I hear they’re prissy, bourgeois, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
I don’t think so
I’ll see when I get there
I hope they’re prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
Well the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain’t trying to get arrested yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning disappeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
the license plate said “fresh” and it had dice in the mirror
if anything I could say that this cab was rare
but I thought, “nah, forget it”
– “Yo home to bell-air”
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie, “yo home smell ya later”
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
to sit on my throne as the prince of bel-air
Summary: Cal(Freezy) is on a “boys holiday” and
dating the reader but the reader didn’t go, and a photo is surfacing of Cal
kissing a girl goes across twitter making Y/N furious.
Requested: Yes! By anon.
Warnings: A few swears.
Notes: I don’t think Cal is genuinely a dick don’t fight me
please, cheers x
“Another Filthy night with the lads in Mykonos!” I say into
my vlogging camera shoving it into Lux’s face.
I turn my camera off as we order another round of drinks
from the bar, even though we’re absolutely wasted anyway. We all have drink
after drink until I can barely see.
“Oi, odds on dancing on the stripper pole, Lux” Harry slurs
“Alright, 1-10 then”
“3,2,1- 4.” They shout in unison.
I grab my camera, “Right, Harry odds on lux to dance on the
stripper pole. Let’s see how this goes.” I pointed my camera on Cal to see him
grinding on the pole, looking as uncomfortable as ever. After about a solid 5
minutes of him awkwardly dancing he came back in hysterics.
“That was fucking dreadful! But I got a sexy out of it!” he
exclaimed after about an hour in the club we decided to leave to another restaurant/
Reblog/Like if you like anything below and it’s ok for us to talk 😝
The Fresh Prince of Bell Air
Dan and Phil
Fall Out Boy
Panic! At the disco
Twenty One Pilots
Game of Thrones
Lord of the Rings
The Hunger Games
The Big Bang Theory
13 Reasons Why
Mainly because I streamed working on this and chat helping me with choosing her hair color (I absolutely love the little rose pink spot on her bangs, thanks chat). And then there was a thing with Will Smith and Fresh Prince of Bell Air… hahah! It was a great stream and it was so much fun.