this actually came out of my head

“My mom died of lung cancer on my sixteenth birthday. My birthday is actually coming up—this Saturday. Before she passed away, I was a good student and everything. I was probably going to get a scholarship for singing. But I stopped caring after that. My mom was my biggest fan. Even when she was really sick, she came to my singing recital in a wheelchair, with her hair falling out of her head, and she sat on the front row. I quit singing after she died. There was nobody to sing for anymore. My Dad raised us. And he was wonderful. You want to know how awesome my Dad is? He went to court and tried to legally change my birthday. Just so I wouldn’t have to go through it every year. It turns out you’re not allowed to do that. But he tried.”

hamilton characters as actual things said in my class

alexander: i’m not gonna do this… yes i am.

laurens: i slammed my head on my keyboard and hit enter and this came up

lafayette: not once, have i!

hercules: what about the kids out there who didn’t do their homework?

eliza: luckily mr. washington saved the day, god love his little soul.

angelica: wakey wakey eggs and math

peggy: i’m gonna go hang myself in the bathtub

washington: this is madness

thomas: i dont think its really your birthday you lie like a rug

madison: i almost said addition, james you dumb fool.

burr: *mumbling to self* tep tep tep tep tep tep

philip: i’m acute-y *dab*

maria: at school i don’t really care but when i go out on the town i get all dressed up

inspired by @dankdotham

ok but get this, Hamilton marching band au

 so long story short i saw this trumpet player dude who looked an awful lot like John Laurens/Anthony Ramos at band rehearsal today and this came to my head so have some headcanons

* Washington as the angry band director 

* Alex is a clarinet and a drum major

* TJeff is also a drum major

* and he plays trombone with Madison

* Laurens is a trumpet 

* Laf is a flute 

* Hercules is a Tuba bc LOUD

* King George is like, the choir director or something

* Eliza is an alto sax for sure 

*  Angelica and Peggy are flutes

* Aaron is also an alto 

* Baritone Theodosia???????

* Maria Reynolds could be a clarinet

* Samuel Seabury is probably that kid that isnt actually in band but hangs out with the band kids anyway

anywAY i love this idea

EDIT: seabury plays the kazoo

this has been in my head for a while now


also school starts up again tomorrow so i’ll be going on a semi hiatus

ok but literally falsettos was the queer representation that ive been clamoring for my whole life and its honestly just so refreshing???

like you have all these characters who are allowed to be wholeheartedly gay, not just off offhandedly mentioned to be in passing and then get continuously toned down. but like, actually showing these characters in relationships, and struggling, and consistently showing affection towards each other honestly i didnt realize what i was missing out on until this came into my life 

maybe ive just been poking my head into the wrong media corners but never in my whole life have i seen a gay couple be allowed to be so overtly sexual (especially for something that came out in the 80′s holy moly)

and on top of seeing queer characters who have realistic relationship struggles, the also show these guys having fun! like ???? i dont get to see that a lot in media!!! lesbians and gay men, having a genuinely good time with each other???? without being a side plot????? fuckin incredible!!!

i didnt mean to ramble like this but like….falsettos man…..god bless

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I am absolutely desperate to do an action movie. And not to blow my own trumpet or anything, but I actually think I’m good at it. I did it all. I was really into the routines and the choreography. I used to dance when I was younger, and so I think that came in handy. I loved getting to beat the crap out of people, yield two swords, chop heads of, and beat up Darcy.

A Kiss Goodbye

A drabble written for a sweet little nonnie who’s having a bad week. I’m sorry about any ensuing feels.

Rated: G

Pairing: Riarkle

“So I hear things are leaning toward London.”

Riley lifted her head from the random spot she’d chosen to stare at to see a somber Farkle Minkus. “That’s what it looks like.”

He gestured to the spot next to her, “May I?” She nodded and he sat down beside her, looking like he had a million things to say, but nothing came out of his mouth. “Farkle, you know I never wanted this, but if my mom thinks it’s best -”

Farkle shook his head, “Riles, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. I know… I know how it feels.” At her questioning stare, he went on. “A few years ago… actually quite some time ago, in 6th grade, my father was considering something similar.”

Riley’s eyebrows shot up. “Why didn’t you ever tell me, us?”

“I didn’t want to burden you. I never… in the end it didn’t matter. Dad decided that it was in the best interests of the company to stay in New York… and that’s all she wrote.” His eyes were heavy with the beginning of tears. She wanted nothing more than to wave a wand and make them all disappear… but she knew from experience that there was value in crying. It’s the tears you never shed that mess you up.

“Why are you only telling me this now?”

He looked at her with guilt in his eyes. “I realized that I was being an ass.”

Riley cocked her head to the side. “Farkle, you could never -”

“I realized that I had had two options, and both of them could have hurt you, so I decided not to burden you with the depths of my feelings.” He sat and stared at his hands, unwilling to go on without prompting, so she took one of them in hers. “I love you, so much Riley Matthews.”

A small smile found its way onto her face, “And I love you, too, Farkle.”

“Let me… I maybe more than like Smackle… but I know I’ve always loved you. I think I might have loved you a full 7, 8 years before I could have possibly known what love meant. I’m still not sure that I know what love means.”

Riley stared at him, agape. If she’d known… or maybe she had. Maybe she didn’t want to know.

“That’s a lie, Riles. Love means home. Love means you.” After a pause, he smiled ruefully, “I haven’t really been fair to anyone, have I?”

She shook her head with a dry gulp. “You haven’t been fair to yourself either.”

“I stepped aside… but I didn’t. I was cowardly. You deserved to know.”

Riley grimaced. “I wouldn’t have known how to feel even if I did know. I still… You mean home to me, too, Farkle. And maybe more.”

At that, the tears actually fell from his eyes. “I think I would have preferred not to know. Now I get to know exactly what could have happened… I’m so sorry, Riles.”

She brought her hand up to brush away a tear, leaving it to cup his cheek. “I should have known, Farkle. I’m pretty good at pretending that I don’t know things deep down, if you haven’t noticed.”

He let out a broken chuckle at that, and brought a hand of his own up to hold hers against his cheek. “You will always be my first love, Riley Matthews. And forever my best friend.”

Riley didn’t quite know what to say to that and opted for an absence of words, leaning closer to bring her forehead to his.

Farkle opened his mouth to say something, but she closed the distance between their lips before he could.

When they pulled away, he grimaced and said, “At least I got a kiss goodbye.”

She gave a grimace of her own at that, but it melted into a genuine smile, albeit a sad one. “Parting is such sweet sorrow… that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.”

He grinned and gave her a light kiss on the lips. “Just remember that this is Romeo and Juliet and Farkle. I don’t think the play is over.”

So going into this episode, I knew there was a decent chance of there being a scene where Ed turns on Oswald.  I think we all saw that coming in that knife promo scene.  But what my naive gay little mind did not consider was seeing a flat out rejection.  I did not expect the show to actually let Oswald confess his feelings, and I certainly did not fucking expect to see Ed lurch back like Os sprouted a second head . And yes, before anyone says it, I know that reaction came because he realized that Babs was telling the truth.  I get that.  Does that make it look any less gross and homophobic to actually watch?? No.

Because in Oswald’s eyes, Ed didn’t have such a visceral reaction because he discovered the truth.  Oswald most likely just saw it as his best friend having a very negative and homophobic reaction to his love confession, and as a bi woman who has fallen for a straight woman who’s had a homophobic reaction before, let me tell you my guy, that shit is rough.  It’s one thing to be rejected.  It’s another for the person in question to show disgust.

Ed could have found out Os was in love with him in another way that didn’t require emotionally manipulating Os and making him think the feeling was mutual (which is also another gross thing I’ve seen happen irl, and just because it happens irl does not mean it needs to be on tv). He could have found out another way that didn’t have to include that rejection scene.  But instead, the Gotham writers decide that it’d be totally cool for him to find out like this!!!! Just like it was totally cool to introduce a woman who had no real agency (that we have thus seen) to tear the two men apart!!!! i legit don’t know how i’m going to stomach the next few episodes and i’m glad we have a break bc woo boy, i’m upset

This stupid joke has been stuck in my head all week, ever since ep. 13 of ClassicaLoid came out. So you get to share the pain. You’re welcome. XD

Not sure Schubert would actually do this, but he might think about it. Mozart probably wouldn’t care.

Technically Schu-san could’ve heard that song anywhere, but I like to imagine they all had a movie night and watched Hudson Hawk.

Smart Mouth Chapter Five

Chapter One Chapter Two  Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Six Chapter Seven  Chapter Eight  Chapter Nine

Guzma/Reader

Rating: Teen, first two chapters are NC-17

Notes: Get ready for the fluff! I needed to make Guzma happy in this fic, I just had to. Smut will return in the next chapter! 

As always requests are welcome! Thank you for reading my dears! 



A smile grew on my face without my say so and my eyes lit up. He came! He actually came! I was so elated. I wanted to jump with joy and scream off the roof tops. Ha ha fuck you bitchy female grunt from a few days ago. Guzma must see something in me because the mother fucker came to Poni Island. If I was alone I would have danced and made a fool out of myself. Instead I rubbed my sweaty palms off on my dress and forced the smile off my face.

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Dating Shin Hoseok (Wonho) Would Include

- eating ramen together

-  him being sly and asking for a peck on the cheek but that the last moment he would turn his head and bAM KISS

- you would hear him singing in the shower and you were just like wHY DOES MY BBY NOT HAVE MORE LINES

- ok but then stuck came out and you choked because ??? well he lifted up his shirt

- and he was like “yeah i know i’m sexy”

- and you’re just happy he loves himself ok

- he buys you a lot of gifts

- to actual ramen to matching sweatshirts that has ramen on it

- ramen is your guys life

- sometimes he just walks around shirtless and he’s like ;;))) you wanna touch these

- and you’re just like YES PLEASE

- ok but he openly talks about bedroom things and the members are sick of it 

- sometimes when you guys are bored he’ll just come to your apartment after sneaking out of practice and he just sees you on the couch wrapped in a blanket watching a movie with ramen and he’s just like gUESS WHOSE JOINING YOU

- he loves pda ok

- he’ll hold your hand all the time

- he calls you “babe” or “baby” or some other nickname

- sometimes when you go into the kitchen to go get a snack or something and he’ll follow you and you’ll just random start having a make out session randomly ???? ok but he’ll just randomly back you into the counter then your phone goes off and you’re just so disaPPOINTED

- ok but if you aint like that you’ll just go and get the snack and he’ll still follow you but he’ll just tickle you

 - one day he’s on tour and he just sends you a derp selca

- and you just burst out laughing in the middle of the store you’re in and you need to send one back and people are just like ???? ok but what is this fellow human being doing

- when he doesnt have a schedule the next day he comes by your place and be like ok get in fuzzy socks we’re gonna start dancing and then bAM there you are dancing to hero

- hE JUST NEEDS TO HAVE SOME SORT OF PHYSICAL CONTACT WITH YOU

- if you’re hands are holding something he’ll just get all pouty then get a bright grin and wrap an arm around your waist

- (but not before without touching your butt ofc)

- you’re his #1 always

- always always always

- he likes to hold you in his arms a lot and loves it when you sit on his lap

- but sometimes he needs to be held and ur ok with that

- ok but sometimes he’ll just sit on your lap and say that your thighs are comfy and you’re just like o ok boyfriend

- sometimes you catch him looking at you and he gets a bright grin on his face and will just hug you and you ask why and he’s just like-

- “because you’re the best person ever”

- and you die a little on the inside

- being best friends with hyungwon and wonho complaining that hyungwon cheated on him with minhyuk and you’re just like ??? ok what am i you’re abs or something

- and he’s just like yeah i love you like i love my abs but i love you more

- ok but sometimes when he’s busy you have meme competitions and wonho just comes back and he’s just like whOA OK HOLD ON THEIR PARTNER 

- and it’s just because you tried to impersonate pepe and he’s like hyungwon is that u??? and hyungwon was just face palming in the background 

- basically dating wonho is the best. he holds so much respect for you yet both of you are literal memefilled derps. ok but date him pls. and you get abs. wonho abs. ok but pls love this sunshine

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Beg For It

Part 4 of Music Video 

// In which Justin truly takes control //

*Warning Mature Content*

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“That was so good,” Justin laughed between shaken gasps as he recovered from his high.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“I love this,“ he said a moment later.

“Yeah,” I let out a deep sigh before sitting up on the bed.

“What are you doing?” Justin looked over at me. The bliss that ones captured his face turned to concerned as his broad sweating chest rose up and down from the bed. Justin’s blonde hair was tossed ferociously all over his head.

“I’m getting dressed,” I pulled on the underwear and the t shirt I came in.

“Why? You can stay the night?” he sat up and took my shirt from my hand.

“Actually I can’t. I having brunch with a friend,“ I snatched it back from his grip.

“That doesn’t matter. Please, just stay the night. I’ll cook in the morning and everything,” he gave me a hopeful smile.

“As good as burnt food sounds, I think I’m going to pass,” I shimmied my shorts onto my legs then reached for my phone to see all the messages I missed while I was fooling around with Justin.

“When people ask you about us what do you say?” Justin asked out of nowhere.

“What do you mean?”

“Like I don’t know, what are we? If we went somewhere and you knew someone there, how would you introduce me?” he didn’t make eye contact with me as he spoke.

“As my friend,” I stated, matter of factly.

“Just your friend?” He dug.

“My really good friend?“ I tried to laugh the awkwardness away. Knowing that Justin was lowkey feeling me was only making me want to be around him less. This was just topping the cake.

“And how many really good friends like me do you have?” He asked trying to sound nonchalant, wanting to know how many other people I was fucking.

“Why does it matter?” I snapped.

“Just wondering,” he mumbled while putting his shirt on as well.

“Well you can quit,” I pulled on my shoes.

“I just wanted to know if we’re good,” Justin placed a hand on my waist.

“I’m good. We’re just friends who, occasionally fuck. There’s nothing wrong with it,“ I spoke with a hot little attitude.

“Right,” Justin pulled his hand off of me.

“Oh,” I feigned surprise.

"Oh what?” he asked.

“I think I know what this is about, Justin,” I faked a smile before continuing. “You don’t need to worry about me. I’m not high maintenance like the other girls you fuck around with. I don’t want anything from you but a good time,” I pushed him down on the bed and straddled him. I was hoping he would catch my hint without me having to flat out tell him that I didn’t feel the same way.

“So you aren’t getting attached?” Justin asked while rubbing my hips. He looked anxious waiting for my answer although he did hide it well.

“I understand the boundaries and I do not plan to cross them,” I hummed before engaging him in a provocative kiss. Our lips continued to be pressed together until I felt him getting hard again. I laughed and pressed my hand against his stirring dick once before removing myself from the heated embrace.

“When can we hang out again?” Justin groaned, knowing that he wasn’t getting anymore pleasing right now.

“You mean fuck?” I giggled.

“Yes,” Justin shuttered back a bit.

“Well, my schedule is booked up for the next week and a half so…” I lightly brushed off our next meeting.

“Oh, okay. Am I going to see you at Drake’s release party next Friday?” Justin asked about our mutual friend and colleagues’ album drop.

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” I nodded. I would never miss one of Drake’s parties, they were always my
favorite.

“Let me walk you out then,” Justin handed me my purse and led me out the front door.

“Hit me up if you find free time?” Justin opened the door to my Mercedes.  

“Sure,” I climbed into the car, shut the door behind me, and got the hell out of here.

“Kenny,” I spoke as soon as Kendall picked up the phone.

“Hey Y/N whats up?” She answered six rings later.  

“He likes me so much,” I groaned.

“Give me the details.“

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Justin’s Point of View

“Okay so like can you just asks if she likes me?” I begged Kendall as I glanced over at Y/N who was sipping on her glass of champagne.

She looked beautiful as ever, in a nude skin tight dressed. All night, Y/N has been socializing with person to person yet, hasn’t spoken to me yet. Ever since the Pour It Up music video, she has been the talk of the industry. It was hard to believe that while everyone wanted her, I was the one that actually got her.

“I don’t think she’s really in the mood to be bothered with you,” Kendall spoke as she swayed to the beat of the blasting music.

“She won’t be bothered if she likes me back too,“ I reasoned.

“What is this? Elementary school? If you like her so bad then ask her on a date,” Kendall wasn’t having my shit either apparently.

“I will as soon as I know she’s interes- She’s moving go go ask her,” I shoved Kendall towards Y/N who was walking over to the bar.

Kendall flicked me off before going off to greet her friend. They hugged then Kendall said something that made a laugh brighten up Y/N’s face. Suddenly, they were both looking at me. I quickly turned to talk to who ever was closest to me at that moment and it just so happened to be Khalil.

“Yo, Y/N has been looking over here all night,” Khalil nodded over at Y/N who sent a smile back.

“Really bro?” I played it off cool.

“Yeah, like damn she’s so fine,” Khalil laughed before taking a sip of his drink.

“Hmm,“ I didn’t want to burst Khalil’s bubble.

“We actually went out to breakfast a couple of weeks ago,” Khalil didn’t noticed my dryness.

“Excuse me,” I stopped looking at Y/N to look at Khalil that just had to be lying.

“Yeah, it was last last Wednesday I think. We had a good time though. I’m trying to ask her out again since its been a minute,” Khalil shrugged while I tried to fix the puzzle together in my head. If I thought back correctly, then that means the real reason Y/N wouldn’t spend the night the last time we were together was because she was going out on a date with my friend the very next morning.

“Did you two…” My voice trailed thinking that if I didn’t ask the question, I wouldn’t hear the answer I didn’t want to hear.

“Fuck? Nah. At least not yet, it did get a little heated after breakfast though if you know what I mean. But like she’s your friend so put in a good word for me, yeah?” Khalil gave me a hard pat on my back before turing around to talk to Kylie. I rolled my eyes as I took a sip of my drink, looking at Y/N in a whole new light. Y/N couldn’t possibly have actual feelings for Khalil after a date. Granted, I’ve never taken her out but, I still have more of a chance with her than he does. The fact that Khalil thought he was going to be with Y/N in the same ways that I’m with her made my blood boil. She was mine and only mine.

“Who you looking at?” Za came up to me a moment later after I downed my tequila. I nodded at Y/N who laughed loudly with Kendall.

“Damn, Y/N stays thicc,” Za held up his glass as to toast to Y/N’s holy body.

“Not you too,” I groaned. Damn, the moment I’m actually into a girl, all my friends notice her as well.

“What’s wrong Bieber? You feeling Y/N or something?” Za teased me.

“No, she’s just my good friend,” I mocked Y/N’s words.

“Ya’ll fucking?” Za guessed correctly straight off the back.

“No,“ he gave me a boy please face, already detecting my lie. "Fuck, I mean yes but it’s more than that?”

“Hey guys,” suddenly Y/N came over with a cocky smile present on her face as she hugged each of us. Her embraced lasted a beat longer with me compared to the rest of the guys.

“You look really good tonight,” Khalil complimented, coming out of fucking no where. His little comment brightened up her entire face, making her laugh and spin so that we could admire her entire outfit that hugged her just right. Za smiled at me causing me to I rolled my eyes at his teasing.

“Ya’ll look good too. I love this suit on you,” She reached out and pattern her hands against Khalil’s silver suit. A suit that I bought while shopping with him. I shook my head and grabbed another drink as Khalil and Y/N drooled over each other.

“Thank you. How about I get you a drink and we go dance?” Khalil asked, annoyingly.

“Yeah I’d love that. Surprise me with the drink,” Y/N called after Khalil who winked before heading off to retrieve the drinks. Y/N bluntly flirting with my friend made me want to gouge my eyes out. We set ground rules at the beginning of our friends with benefits relationship yet somehow, I didn’t make flirting with each other’s friends off limits. I goofed.
“Nice hair. Although there won’t be much for me to hang on to now, I still like it,” Y/N stated suggestively, once no one was paying attention to us.

“Thank you. You look ready good tonight,” I said a moment later, once my competition was gone.

“I know, babes, that’s why I wore this,” she posed dramatically.

“Well, you always dress so well for me,” I smirked and put an innocent hand on her waist.

“That’s cute that you think I dress up for you,” she used a baby voice on me.

“Tell me that you don’t,” I pulled her closer into me.

“I don’t,” she pulled my hand off of her.

“Which is why you strut around in this sexy ass dress and act like you aren’t coming home with me?” I pushed her straightened hair behind her ear with the bite of my lip. Y/N knew who she belonged to and it was me.

“Hm… I’m not sure what I’m doing after this. Maybe I’ll see what your friends are up to tonight. Maybe Maejor or Za? Better yet, I could be down for Khalil’s fine ass. You know I’ve always had a thing for light skins. We’ll just have to see where the night takes me,“ she shrugged with teasing grin on her face and a hand popped on her hip. Gaining control of my jealousy, I boosted my confident up a notch.

“It’s cute that you think I’m bothered,” I took another sip of my drink.

“What’s really cute is that you sent Kendall to ask about me because you’re so worried about what I’m doing,” she raised her eyebrow and took the glass of champagne from my hand to finished it off.

“I’m not worried about you,” I denied.

“Hmm, okay. We’ll see,” Y/N hummed before leaning into me and pressing her hand over my bulge. “Talk to you later,” She winked before talking Khalil’s hand and following him out onto the dance floor.

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‘it’s funny that the girl on your lap swears that she’s the reason that you’re hard when i know the only thing you’re doing is hoping that i’ll let you meet me in the bathroom’ Y/N’s text read.

After watching Y/N grind on Khalil on the dance floor, I accepted the attention of one of the sluts that craved a star’s attention. I reread Y/N’s message and couldn’t help but laugh about the fact that she was obviously bothered about the blonde sitting in my lap. Of course this random hoe could never compare to Y/N but, I couldn’t let her know that.

’No. I think I might take her home instead’ I sent back, knowing it would piss Y/N off.

‘i guess i’ll just have one of your friends fuck me open tonight. i’m not wearing underwear. do you think that will turn them on?’ i choked out at her message.

“Fuck,” I mumbled out and before I could even start to type, the three dots symbol popped up under the last message.

‘god I’m dripping at the thought of leaving this party and being fucked into. i’m tempted to help myself out in the bathroom. I wish someone would join me. khalil hasn’t changed his number has he?’

‘Give me 5 mins to meet you in the bathroom,’ I typed quickly, giving into her game.

‘i’ll give you 3 minutes. tick tock babe’ I groaned at y/n’s challenge and patted at the girls hip’s signaling for her to get the hell off of me.

“What’s wrong baby? Want to take this somewhere else?” the nameless woman rasped into my ear and pressed her hand over my hard dick.

“I need to do something important,” I started walking to the closest bathroom sign in the corner of the room.

“I can handle an urgent, situation,” she grabbed onto my hand.

“Can you please go somewhere? There’s a million rappers in the building with just as much money as me, go fuck one of them,” I yanked my hand away from the desperate girl in search of the bathroom. I made it there quickly and blatantly walked in.

“What the fuck Justin?“ Kylie asked while applying another coat of lipstick in the mirror.

“Is Y/N in here?” I looked under the closed stalls hoping to recognize Y/N’s black heels.  

“No why,” Kylie tugged me up.

“She told me to meet her in the bathroom,” I explained quickly

“There’s like 2 other bathrooms in the building,” Kylie rolled her eyes.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I quickly left the ladies room in search of the the next bathroom but Y/N wasn’t in that one either. Just as I was going to walk into the last possible bathroom
Y/N could be in with seconds to spare, I was stopped by a legendary producer.

She was one of the many producers that worked on of the best songs from both Take Care and Views. I had been waiting months to have a conversation with this woman but the ONE time that I don’t have time for her, she decides to approach me. Unbelievable.

I carried on with the conversation with the woman but, a few moments later, I saw Y/N appear from behind the bathroom door. She looked down as she walked and proceed to bump into me lightly. To the unknowing eye, it looked like she was innocently off balance but, what really happened was that she slipped her lacy underwear into the pocket of my coat. I groaned eternally at the feeling of the soft sheer and lace against my calloused hands.

“So we’ll be in touch?” the producer interrupted my thoughts of Y/N walking around, dripping with no underwear on.

“Yes, ma'am,” I nodded and used my unoccupied hand to give a parting shake. She smiled before leaving towards the other music producers in attendance.

"Fuck,” I groaned before going back to the table that my friends seated at. Open arrival, I immediately noticed Y/N sat on Khalil’s lap. My jaw clenched in frustration as I proceeded to walk past the table and to the bar where I sat beside Kanye who was ranting to guy about poor bottle service. I nodded along when Kanye started going off to me but my mind was preoccupied.

‘if you got to me quick enough you wouldn’t be so frustrated. it’s okay though because it’s really sexy when you’re mad’ another text came through. Tired of Y/N’s shit, I moved from the bar and stalked angrily back to the table.

“I need to talk to you,” I glared at Y/N.

“I’m busy,” She took a sip of her frozen drink, without even looking at me.

“Let’s go,” I grabbed her hand.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she rolled her eyes.

“I’m going to go get my car and you better be at the back entrance when I come back. Do you understand me?” I rasped in her ear with a change of tone. I was tired of having her play around, it was time for me to take control of the situation. Noticing my lack of patience, Y/N said nothing as she nodded her head.

“Then tell our friends bye and meet me at the fucking car,” I cussed before leaving the building and instructed the valet to bring my car back. Sure enough, by the time the keys to my Lamborghini were given to me, Y/N joined me at the exit. I opened the car door for her and slammed it shut before getting in and taking off down the road.

“Y/N,” I called her name and took a glance over at her to see her staring at the expanse of dark road ahead of us. We had been driving for 5 minutes in silence, sexual tension swirling in the air.

“Yes, Justin?” Her voice slightly quivered. I felt her eyes looking me up and down, questioning my next move.

“I don’t like the way you’ve been acting. First you curb me all week and then you walk around the club playing with me when you have already given me blue balls. What’s even worse is that I found out you’ve been talking to one of my friends,” I listed my grievances to her. "Pay me back,” I grasped her thigh once before holding the wheel again. A heartbeat later, I flicked my eyes between Y/N and the road as she silently leaned over to me and started to unzip my pants.

I let out a soft sigh at the feeling of her take my hard dick out of it’s confines. The car jerked as she suddenly downed me completely in my mouth. A coarse of adrenaline ran through me as I realized how dangerous and provocative this is. Taking one hand off the wheel, I could easily grab a ponytail of her hair now that it was straightened. Moaning on my cock, Y/N bopped the length of my dick even farther down her tight, wet throat. I had to fight to keep my eyes open as I drove down the deserted Los Angeles streets. Seconds away from cumming, I pulled Y/N off of my dick before I would shoot my arousal down her throat.

After a moment of struggling, I managed to put my self back in my jeans. In the next moment, I had my hand trailing circles up and down Y/N’s smooth thigh. “Justin, please,” She whimpered. For the first time ever, Y/N was begging me to do something for her. With my newfound power, I merely smirked as a drew lines on her thick legs. Each time I drew closer to her center, I retreated my hand even farther than it originally was.

Tired of my teasing, Y/N desperately pulled my hand so that my finger were pressed to her wet clit. Laughing at her need, I pulled my hand from under her dress and up two fingers in front of her face for her to suck on. She quickly complied and made my fingers wet enough for them to fill her up. Instead of teasing, I gave her want she wanted. She panted beside me as I drew my fingers back and forth into her wet heat. I worked her open slowly until I pulled into my garage. I said nothing as I got out the car and walked into the house, not having to look back to know that Y/N was following inside.

“You hungry? Thirsty? I could go for a snack myself,” I hummed as I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge.

“No. I’m fine, Justin,” Y/N sighed from the entrance of the kitchen as she waited for me to finish what was started. I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of her getting what she wants so soon.

“I have some apple juice. Or do you want a soda? I have Sprite Coke, and Fanta strawberry,” I looked through the refrigerator, ignoring Y/N’s need.

“I just want you to fuck me,” She stated blatantly as she began to undress herself. Her matching underwear set was undeniably sexy as she exposed herself to my eyes. The newly added barbells through her nipples, shined in the dully lit room. I looked her over slowly once more before going into my pantry.

“Aw, someone ate all Girl Scout Cookies. I really wanted some peanut butter patties,” I sighed in unhappiness.

“Fuck me, Justin,” Y/N said harshly as moved her bra straps out of place.

“Maybe if you ask nicely,” I scoffed, shoving a few Pringles into my mouth.

“I didn’t come here for snacks,” Y/N took a step towards me so that she could reach my aching bulge that I had been ignoring. I grasped her hand and used it to spend her around and trap her between my body and the cool kitchen counter. I kissed her soft lips then her neck before beginning to whisper in her ear.

“Don’t get besides yourself, Y/N. I’m doing what I want tonight and you’re going to take what I give you without complaints. In fact, you’re going to beg for it,” I said quickly, letting her in on what the night was going to bring.

“But-”

“But nothing baby girl. I’ll meet you in my bedroom. Be naked,” I nodded her away after giving my instructions. After replying to Za’s texts about whether or not I made home, I walked up to the bedroom to see Y/N obediently waiting for my presence.

“You look good like this,” I noted as I stepped to the edge of the beg, where she was kneeling.

“Make me feel as good as I look,” she challenged against my lips.

“Beg for it,” I told her, my teeth tugging at her plump bottom lip as my hands traveled up and down her sides. Noticing she didn’t say anything, I looked at her face to see a stubborn look that I was oh so familiar with.

“Oh so you aren’t going to say anything? You make think you have me figured out since, I let you take control but there’s a whole other side of me that you have never experienced. So, I’m going to ask you one more time. Beg for it,” My hands roughly grasped her ass as I waited to hear what I wanted. Receiving nothing from Y/N, yet again, I ruthlessly wanted to hear her praise. I turned around and pushed Y/N on all fours so that she couldn’t see what I was retrieving. I reached into my beside drawer with a devilish smile on my face before I pulling out one of many vibrators.

“Being stubborn isn’t cute,” I hummed as I turned it onto its highest setting. At the light buzz in the air, Y/N tensed under my hand, obviously recognizing the sound. Still not saying anything, I mercilessly placed the end of the vibe against her aching core. Not expecting the vibe to be so strong, Y/N shuddered out as I ran the little device down her slit to be pressed against her swollen clit. Once there, her whole body rocked as she tried to get both more and less of the vibrations. Obviously torn between overstimulation and pleasure, she shook as she moved against it.

Being so irresistibly hot, I turned Y/N and laid her on her back as I watched her struggle beneath me. Her straightened hair frizzed against my pillow and her dark skin glistened as her pleasure continued to build up. I leaned up against her and sucked on her pierced nippled as I worked the little toy against her. Wanting a proper taste, I lowered myself and licked up all the arousal she was producing because of my actions. At the feeling of my flat tongue swipe up to meet the vibrator against her clit, I heard something come out of her beautifully gifted lips.

“What was that?” I asked as I put my two fingers in her again. She shook her head no, concentrating on not giving me the satisfaction of her pleasure. Enjoying how much Y/N was testing both me and her, I shrugged my shoulders in disregard before leaning down again.

There was no mistaking the way she muttered out a ‘please’ between her clenched teeth as my tongue drew circles in her opening, I laughed against her before imbedding my whole tongue into her wet heat while rubbing the vibe from side to side against her clit. A movement later, Y/N gave up on the pride she was desperately hanging onto and threw her hand into my shortly cute hair. She held onto whatever she could grab of me as I lapped circles in her.

“Justin please. I’m gonna- Justin,” she couldn’t form complete sentences as she convulsed around my tongue. I quickly removed myself from her before she could tip over the edge. I watched her flushed face turn from bliss to annoyance as she realized I was holding off on her orgasm.

“Ask again,” I teased as I made light circles in her wetness.

“Please, Justin,” She glared at me, looking unimpressed at my antics.

“Oh you can do better than that, babe. Beg like you mean it,” I instructed as I kneeled on the bed to pulled my shirt off and undo the zipper of my pants. I waited expectantly as I slowing downed my Calvin Kleins, my hard dick smacking my abs in freedom.

“Justin, please,” She started again as she stared at my cock that was aching for her as bad as she was aching for me. Her face softened up as she gave up her need for control. “Touch me. I need you fuck me please. You’re always so big inside me. I need you in me,” She whined while grasping her breasts in dainty hands for temporary pleasure. I hummed in respond to her pleas as I jacked myself off, subduing my need for her. Tired of my hands, I crawled back up her heated body and pressed myself against her entrance.

“Please, Justin. Fuck me,” She panted out as I eased myself into her wetness. I paused once I filled her to the hilt. I looked down admiring the sight of her bliss. Fuck, she was so beautiful laid out and begging for me, wanting me, needing me.

No longer wanting to deprive both of us, I slowly pulled out before slamming back into her. At the puff of air that escaped her raw bitten lips I smiled and continued my intrusion. Her arms latched around my neck, pulling my lips against hers as I thrusted into her body. Her lips attacked mine, giving herself that little amount of control over what was happening.

At one of my heavier thrusts her lips slipped away from mine and bit into my shoulder. Little tuts of air radiated against my skin as I drilled into her quickly. Feeling my orgasm at the brink, I pulled out, giving myself a chance to regroup.

“Please Justin,” She asked again. Nothing was hotter than seeing someone so powerful and confident so submissive to my touch. High on dominance, I teased the head of my cock against her drenched slit. Her arousal dripping down her core and unto the sheets as I rallied her up on the feeling. Unable to hold back any longer, I slammed back into her.

Instead of the fast pace that she probably expected, I slowed down my movements and ground into her languidly, the way that I knew would make her feel the best. Moans like I’ve never heard before left the both of us as I created the perfect rhythm. I hissed as I felt her clench around me as her sharp nails ran down my back. My body tensed up as I continued to roll into her. I grasped onto her breast and fucked into her with hard thrusts as she convulsed around me, my name being screamed from her lips. With two more heavy thrusts, I was done for as well. The coil in my stomach heightened before I released my cum into her stirring body.

Too tired to do anything other than pull out and fall in post orgasmic mindset, I looked up at the ceiling and watched the fan spin above our jaded bodies. I wanted and waited for Y/N to remove herself from the bed to get dressed and leave like she always did but, it didn’t happen this time. Even after she regained her breath, she laid their beside me in silence. I looked over at her out of curiosity to see her dozing off, her manicure nails clenching to the duvet while her hair was wildly laid out on the pillow. She looked beautiful as ever as I watched her give in to her fatigue. Unable to stop myself, I wrapped my arm around her and pulled into me, wanting nothing more than to hold her through the night. I wanted her to hold her. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted all of her for forever.

I’m really proud of Sargent today. I went to the grocery store to get a cake cookies to eat, and always take a hell of a long time deciding, so I put Sargent in a stand stay by my basket. The store was weirdly busy with couples (ugh) walking around, but the cookie aisle was quite empty, I guess all of the other sad people got their cookies in the morning, idk. Anyway, this couple walks down the aisle, coming up behind Sargent. I don’t bother stopping with my cookies shopping because Sargent is out of the way and oreos are on sale. Well the couple just HAD to coo at the “cute puppy oh my god look at his face isn’t he adorable” as they came up behind Sargent, the guy even puts his hand out and makes kissy noises at Sargent. Sargent, ever the great dog, actually glares at them and ducks his head out of the way but does not move a single foot. The guy looked so pissed he got blown off by a dog, but I was so proud of Sargent. He has never really solicited attention, but if someone goes to pet him, he historically has a problem breaking stand stays but he didn’t move an inch! Fuck yeah progress. 

You Can't Escape Yourself (part 2)

 Summary: After being a SHIELD agent for 3 years Y/n has a pretty great life but after being shot and a last second call Y/n wakes up to a way more complicated life and instead of simply being an Agent of SHIELD she becomes an Avenger.

Pairing: BuckyXfemale!Reader

Warning: Swearing

A/n: I came up with this after part 3. Haha how my life is going so far. It’s really short actually but part 3 is practically already done and believe me it will make up for Part 2 being so short.

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After Bucky got you asprin for your head he than got you a cot and unhandcuffed you. Out of everybody in the compound you were now used to Bucky, which suprised you considering he was the one that scared you the most. 

Bucky POV: 
“Okay so everybody is going on this assignment. Well almost everybody Bucky we decided that since you have gotten the closest to Y/n that it would be best if you stayed here.” Tony says looking over at me while I looked at the rest of the team who seemed to be agreeing.

“Okay.” was all I said, it seemed to be the right choice, and I wasn’t going to argue for spending some more time with Y/n. “What should I do with her though?” I ask looking around. 

“Look your her guard not her prom date okay Frosty, she has to stay in her cell still.” Tony says, and I feel myself scowling at him same with half of the team. “What she is still unstable, she could take down the entire compound okay. I mean she’s not even allowed near the tower until we know that she is stable.” Tony says raising his hands in defense. 
“She’s been in there for three days, she deserves a break.” I try to stay calm but I can only feel for Y/n she must be bored out of her mind, and even if she would never admit it, a little scared. 
“Sorry Bucky I have to agree with Tony. Although he could have phrased it better she is still unstable.” Steve says looking sorry for me. But I didn’t care what the others said. I trusted you, and I had a plan

Y/n POV:

After 3 days of being bored with nothing to do Bucky walked in with a grin on his face. “Hey Y/n. I have an idea. Come with me.” Bucky says smiling, opening your cell door. You hesitated before standing up from the cot. “Are you sure?” you ask unsure that you wanted to leave the room. 

“Yeah. Come on.” Bucky says as you walk out into the hallway. There was nobody, which made you a little curious. “Where is everybody?” you ask looking at Bucky who was now looking around.
“They’re all on missions right now. I was left incharge of you.” Bucky says walking into a TV room. “So are you a movie or a video game girl?” you smile and shake your head, 
“Are you sure we should be doing this.” you say with all seriousness. 
“Y/n hey. I trust you.” Bucky says handing you a remote, you grabbed it and started playing videogames with the winter soilder.
~2 hours later

“Oh come on Barnes is that really the best you can do.” you teased as you raced passed him, you two had started with assassins creed but that seemed to make Bucky a little uncomfertable so now you were on to race cars, and you were winning. 

“Oh shut up I think your cheating somehow.” Bucky says, chuckling to himself. You smile and shake your head. “Hey don’t hate the players, just hate the game.” you say nudging his shoulder, Bucky quickly reaches over and tries to grab your controller. You pull it back the two of you laughing. 
“Mr Barnes the Avengers have returned.” the AL says, something you still weren’t used to. 
“Thank you friday, oh yeah and if you could please keep it on a downlow that I had Y/n out of her cell.” Bucky says hopefully. 
“Of course MR Barnes.” the Al says before signing off. 
“Wait the Avenger’s don’t know I”m out?” you ask a little shocked. 
“Hey what they don’t know won’t hurt them.” he says smiling and than winking. “We better get you back before anyone sees though.” Bucky says standing up and turning off the TV. 

“Your just lucky because you were getting your ass kicked.” you say laughing as you got off the couch and started walking backwards towards the door, “But at least we know out of the two of us who would drive the get away car.” you say jokingly. He just shakes his head and leads you to your cell. 

~The Next Day. 
You wake up to the sound of your door opening and you see both Steve and Bucky walking in. “Hey doll.” Bucky says setting down your breakfast. Steve looked at his friedn with a raised eyebrow but Bucky just shrugged at him. “So Y/n I_ if your okay with sharing than could you tell me about your past life as a SHIELD agent?” Steve asks, you hesitate, than nod. No it wasn’t your favorite thing to talk about it, but there weren’t really any bad memories. 
“Well what can I say, my father was a SHIELD agent so that’s how I knew about it and than I really just wanted to follow in his footsteps.” you beggin going off about all of your memories, all the good times, all the hard times, all the close calls. It felt good to talk about everything. 
“Well I think that me and Bucky should get going but I have one more question, what was your favorite job to do?” Steve asks, you smile. 
“YOu know I have no clue I mean I was an amazing Hacker and I loved that.” you looked over to see Bucky smirking while Steve stood up.

“You know I just have a feeling that she was always the getaway car.” Bucky says, and you bite down on your cheek just to hold back your laugh, Bucky winked at you before he left and Steve shook his head and headed out, and that’s when you let out a small laugh.


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Cloud: I don’t even know how it got on my head.. it just showed up.

Sora: It’s because he thought your hair was another Chocobo!! 

Roxas: Maybe he wanted a li’l friend (¬‿¬)

Leon: This actually happens very often, heheh.

Cloud: (๑-﹏-๑) 

An assortment of liverpepper’s crew in individual Kingdom Hearts crowns!!.. Yeah, a chocobo could be considered a crown, why not?

Took me a few days but it came out nicely!! Here’s to your cute art style and AU, Jay<3

Below.

“Sometimes when you leave, I really don’t think you’ll ever come back.” Her voice came out lazy with sleep, dripping slow like pure honey.

It’s 3 pm on a Saturday afternoon, and I’ve just returned from a morning of diving. I shake my head and my hair falls to my shoulders, smelling sweetly of salt and sun as I stretch my sore muscles and collapse onto the bed next to the tiny bundle of nerves masquerading as the woman of my affections.

“Is that a ‘the boat will capsize and you’ll get eaten by all manner of sea life’ not coming back? Or the ‘I’m taking the dog’ not coming back?” I laugh dryly and pull her gently across me, digging my face in the crook of her neck. I close my eyes and breathe out, sending soft shivers dancing down her skin.

“Hmm,” she breathes, and I can’t tell if she’s contemplating my last statement, or if she’s perhaps too focused on the steady stream of kisses I’ve been leading down her neck. 

It’s my favorite place to lose myself.

After a quiet moment, I take a nip at sensitive skin as a small laugh permeates my lips. Startled, she gasps and attacks back in force. A girlish giggle escapes her, and I flip to position myself on top of her.

“Ugh.” She’s put on her dramatic voice in an attempt to hold back a laugh. “Is this what mermaids smell like?”

“No, they smell worse. Merbutlers, maybe.” I shake my head once more as my hair, still damp with memories of the sea, brushes her face, leaving small inklings of sea on her pale cheeks.

“Sometimes,” she starts, her voice rasp with a certain hesitation. “Sometimes I think that you’ll never love anything as much as you love the damn water.”

I shift my weight to my arms and gently roll to her side, letting out a huff of air as I land on the pillows next to her. I’m not exactly in the mood to have this conversation. The kind of conversation we’ve always been having as of late. The kind of conversation where she needs to be assured of everything I can’t be sure of.

“My body, your body–hell, everyone’s body–is mostly made of water. The ocean is more of a home than anything else, sometimes. It’s a special kind of love.” 

I could say thousands of words and she’d still believe I don’t love her as much as anything in the world. But I do love her. And I do love the sea. 

But I am in love with the sea. I am not in love with her. Not anymore.

It’s quiet for a time, and it only gives a wide berth to the thoughts that have poached my mind for the past few months.

I once thought that you couldn’t love someone who didn’t love themselves. Then I met her.

From then on, a thought blossomed. A thought that insisted that maybe you could love someone so much that they forgot what it was like to hate every part of themselves. That maybe love could drown out those voices in their head that convinced them they were nothing but blood and dirt. The voices that led them down paths we should never have to walk. The voices and emotions and thoughts that made her believe she would never be anything.

But then I realized that sometimes love, in a certain sense, takes as much as it gives. You can love someone so much that they forget what it’s like to hate themselves, but the hate doesn’t dissipate. The hate just transfers bodies. The pain has to go somewhere.

I had just been holding her up in my arms long enough for everything to seep down into my bones, like some tainted marrow.

Her sickness became my sickness; took on so much that I couldn’t even recognize my own face anymore. I forgot what it was like to have love feel healthy and warm and right. The butterflies that had resided in my stomach turned to wretched beasts, yearning and desperate to claw their way out.

That’s why I’m here now, by the sea. Why I choose to wake up before the sun and carry pounds of gear across creaky docks. Why I choose to ride out, far enough that you forget there was ever such thing as land, and jump into an abyss. I became sick, and the ocean called me home.

A hundred feet below the surface of the water, you have but minutes. But hundreds of seconds is an eternity when you’re surrounded by nothing but relics of the world and the life that inhabits them.

Sixty feet below, you have a moment to run your hands through coarse sand and lie on your back and blow rings to the surface. You have time to close your eyes and breathe while the abyss swallows you whole.

Thirty feet below, you’re privy to the upside down. You can skim your hands on the bellies of sharks and watch as sea turtles lazily swim in circles around you. You can take off your gear and dig your toes in the sand. Breathe easy, forget it all. 

One breath, two breath, three breath.

Regulate.

“Babe.” Her voice snaps me back. I think I was in the strange state between sleep and awake. The blissful state.

“I love you,” I tell her. And it’s true, in a sense. Turning up off the bed, I tie my hair back like a wild mane and kiss her quickly on the lips.

“You taste like the sea,” she grumbles, squishing her face and sticking out her tongue like a petulant child. I quickly toss on a new shirt while she finishes her episode on the bed.

“I love the ocean,” I tell her as I leave the room in search for more sun and a solid nap. 

“And you are what you love.”

“Pineapples are in my head
(Pineapples are in my head)
Got nobody ‘cos I’m brain dead
(Got nobody 'cos I’m brain dead)

Somebody said that I’m a fuckin’ slum
Don’t know that I belong
Maybe you’re fucking dumb
Maybe I’m just a bum
Maybe you’re fucking scum
Don’t you go psycho chum
I want you for the world
I want you all the time”

I found some new appreciation for Glass Animals, I was super excited when this new album came out! This is inspired from their song “Pork Soda”, It actually looked a bit more crazy, like she was suppose to have this broken look to her. But it was getting a little too much so I toned it down.