this song is my temperance and the reason for my being

Beauty and the Beast is the Hobbit

really though. it’s kind of bizarre

We begin with a prologue. A male narrator tells us the story of a secluded kingdom/palace that fell into decay..

The narrator then tells us how his kingdom/palace fell into ruin. The ruler of the kingdom/palace became selfish and heartless, obsessed with one of the “seven deadly sins”: (vanity or greed).

Their selfishness drew a powerful evil magic (an enchantress or a dragon.)

It also drew a curse. The enchantress caused the Prince to turn into a beast. There’s a similar concept in the Hobbit. The gold   in Erebor causes the people who obsess over it to get “dragon sickness”– a sort of curse which turns them into gold-obsessed  “dragons” (beasts on the inside )….

After this dark prologue, we transition to a beautiful sunny provincial town. It’s a lovely place, but every day is the same as the day before. These hobbits/ townspeople are fussy and simpleminded. They care a lot about tradition and being “respectable.” They deeply mistrust anything new, exciting, or unfamiliar…..

We meet our second hero- a naiive and very bookish person whose name starts with a B. They can have a snarky sense of humor. They “don’t take anyone’s shit” and are far stronger than they look. They can be proud, even a little arrogant at times, but they’re very soft-hearted. They are a “pure cinammon roll.”

This person’s greatest, defining strength is their compassion. They can see the good in everyone, even in creatures who look like monsters (Belle falls in love with the Beast; Bilbo takes pity even on Gollum)

They also have a parent known for being crazy/unconventional– Belle has her father Maurice, Bilbo has his mother Belladonna Took.

Both the protagonists are different from the other simple farmer-villagers because they want more than just a simple  life.

They long for adventure….

And they’re eventually dragged into an adventure, against their will.

Our protagonist is forced to meet the The Dwarf-King/the Beast-Prince. This person is brooding, intimidating, and glowering. He rarely smiles. He has a dramatic cloak and an uncontrollable temper. He has a Tragic Past, a bizarre troop of followers, and (secretly) a good heart. 

Deep in this King/Prince’s castle is his special glowing Secret Artifact you really shouldn’t touch (Seriously don’t he will FREAK OUT). The reason why the King/Prince needs the protagonist has something to do with this enchanted artifact….


The protagonist makes an agreement to stay with the King/Prince (Belle makes a promise, Bilbo signs a contract.)

They get to know the Prince/King and his more approachable but still very weird group of followers. When the King/Prince isn’t there,  these followers sing an upbeat song to the protagonist as they expertly prepare/clean up after dinner (Be our Guest and That’s What Bilbo Baggins Hates.) Their song is so upbeat you forget they’re singing it to a captive audience.

Meanwhile, the relationship between the Prince/Dwarf-king and the protagonist gets off to a very rocky start. The Prince/King secretly cares about the protagonist (later risking his life multiple times for them) but refuses to show it. Instead he acts cold, dismissive, and controlling. The protagonist, meanwhile, doesn’t know that beneath his cold facade the Prince/King really does have a heart.

Their relationship reaches a breaking point when the protagonist makes an innocent mistake, and The Prince/King lashes out at them….

The protagonist decides that, even though they promised to stay/signed a contract, they can’t do this any longer. They try to leave….


But a wolf attack changes everything.

The Prince/King defends the protagonist from wolves (or guys riding on wolves).He’s gravely injured by one of these wolves.

 The protagonist then saves his life in return.

This near-death experience brings them closer together.

The Prince realizes he was wrong about the protagonist, and about himself…

”Bittersweet and strange, finding you can change, learning you were wrong!” Versus “I have never been so wrong in all my life.” 


There’s a lot of bonding between the Prince/King and the protagonist. The Prince/King becomes kinder, gentler. Their affection for the protagonist, and the protagonist’s kindness to them, makes the Prince/King more openly compassionate. Things are really looking up. It looks like the curse will be overcome (the Beast will become human, and Thorin won’t get the “dragon sickness” that drove his grandfather mad.)

But there’s another force to be reckoned with– a handsome, vain antagonist who loathes the Beast/the Dwarf….

(“I use antlers in all of my decorating!”)

This antagonist convinces everyone the Beast/Dwarf is evil and subhuman. (He’s very against the film’s Beast/human or dwarf/elf relationship).  He rallies a massive force to kill the Prince/King.

The protagonist, armed only with one of the Prince//King’s prized sparkly artifacts (the Mirror/the Arkenstone), tries to convince them to stop. But this only makes things worse.




At one point the Prince/King tells the protagonist to leave. Then the Prince/King, feeling betrayed and hopeless, becomes “beast-like” again. The enemy is at his doorstep but he refuses to fight,  resigned to his fate. One of his servants/followers tries to convince him to join the battle, but fails. Let them come, the Prince King thinks, let them destroy everything– he’ll remain holed up in his castle. He lets his servants/Dain’s troops fight his battle for him.

His servants/Dain’s army does well without him at first, but eventually he’s forced to join the fray. He fights one-on-one against an army/mob’s leader. There’s a moment where he thinks he’s defeated his foe….but then his enemy launches a surprise attack, stabs him, and mortally wounds him. Yet by killing the Prince/King, the evil guy also ends up killing himself. 

The protagonist rushes to the dying Prince/King’s side, blaming themselves for causing his death. The Prince/King, meanwhile, has finally redeemed himself. He apologizes for the way he acted in the past (“maybe it’s better this way”) and speaks lovingly about how wonderful the protagonist is, and how glad they are to see them one last time. The protagonist, meanwhile,  desperately insists that he will be all right.

But he isn’t. He dies. The protagonist collapses, weeping.

But then he comes back to life because love!!! In one of the films, anyway. In the other he is 50000 percent dead

BONUS:

Both films have animated and live-action adaptations. In the live-action adaptations, Ian McKellan plays one of the Prince’s allies (Cogsworth/Gandalf) while Luke Evans plays one of his adversaries (Gaston/Bard).

TL;DR: A Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme, Bilbo and the Dwarf (or: the Burglar and the Beast?)

anonymous asked:

Number 9+5 with jungkook please:))))))

Prompt request: “Will you be quiet!?” + “I made my baby cry!”

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort + Fluff

Summary: Usually, Jungkook finds your loudness an endearing and cute quality. But today is not one of those days. After crashing at Jungkook’s apartment, you wake up to find him studying. Despite trying your best not to disturb him, you still can’t manage to keep quiet.

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Stretching your arms across the soft fabric of Jungkook’s sheets, you yawned and roused slowly. Last night, you had been studying with your boyfriend when a rainstorm made it too difficult to get home. Graciously, Jungkook had offered you his bed while he slept on the couch–you had only just begun dating and didn’t want to make it awkward.

Still, as you rose from the bed dressed in one of Jungkook’s old t-shirts, you couldn’t help but feel a little too domestic for a budding romance.

As you crept forwards, you landed on a floorboard that creaked loudly, cutting through the peaceful silence of the room. Wincing, you continued on quickly. You opened the door and stepped into the hallway, jumping as the sound of the door ricochetting off the walk echoed through Jungkook’s flat.

“Y/N?” Jungkook called out from somewhere, unseen. “Are you up?”

“Yep!” you chirped, emerging from the hallway. Jungkook was sitting on the couch, laptop perched on top of his thighs and textbooks scattered around him. His hair was messy, ruffled from sleep. You walked up behind Jungkook and pecked the top of his head. “Still studying?”

Jungkook nodded soundlessly, fingers typing furiously as his eyes scanned his textbook at a rapid speed.

Smiling to yourself, you detached yourself from your boyfriend and made your way into the kitchen. “I’m just going to eat something before I head out,” you said as you walked away.

“Sure,” Jungkook responded, sounding preoccupied. Understandably so–midterms were rapidly approaching.

Standing on the tips of your toes, you searched through Jungkook’s cabinets, trying to locate the utensils you needed. The dishes clanked as you retrieved a bowl that was stored higher on the shelves. Next, you rooted through the drawers, trying to find a spoon.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Jungkook began a little apologetically, craning his head to look at you from the living room. “You’re kinda loud, and I just need to focus right now.”

“Oh, of course!” you responded. You placed a finger over your lips. “I’ll be quiet.”

A box of cereal was on the countertop already, pressed flush against the backsplash. It was one of those bland, fibrous ones that was actually healthy. Figures Jungkook would eat that kind of thing. Opening the fridge, you grabbed a carton of milk and poured it into your bowl of cereal. There wasn’t enough milk, so the majority of the cereal remained dry.

Whatever, you weren’t picky.

You tossed the empty carton into the recycling bin, and it collided with the contents already inside. A few cans tumbled to the bottom of the bin, clanging loudly as they went.

“Sorry!” you squeaked, your arms outstretched towards the offending cans uselessly.

“It’s fine,” Jungkook said with a quiet laugh.

You slipped into a seat in front of Jungkook’s small kitchen table. For a shabby apartment–Jungkook was a poor university student–the kitchen was quite nice. The table was nestled into a corner, adjacent to a large window that let in plenty of light. Basking in the morning sun, the sky filled with full, fluffy clouds following the storm, you began to eat your cereal.

Due to the lack of milk, the cereal was quite dry. You munched on the dry grains absentmindedly, staring at the expanse of blue sky in front of you, lined with concrete structures and towering skyscrapers.

You couldn’t hear the sound of Jungkook’s frustrated sighs over your loud crunching.

Eventually, you finished the tasteless bowl of cereal. As you stood up to wash your dishes, your momentum caused the chair to slide backwards. It scraped loudly against the tile floors. Sighing inwardly at yourself, you made your way to the sink.

You turned on the taps and poured soap into the bowl. Scrubbing diligently, you began to hum a song that had been stuck in your head for the past few days, swaying gently to the light melody.

“Will you be quiet!?” Jungkook finally snapped, eyes glaring up from his laptop, gaze piercing into your back.

Your eyes widened, and you turned to face Jungkook. Hurt radiated through you, making your heart sting. “O-oh, sorry,” you replied with a watery smile. “I didn’t notice. Sorry.”

Turning back to the sink, you turned the taps and stopped the flow of water. Biting your lip, you felt hot tears begin to well in your eyes. With your head ducked down, you hurried out the kitchen and back in the direction of the bedroom.

“Y/N…,’ Jungkook called after you, a bit regretfully.

You didn’t hear whatever else Jungkook had to say. Shutting the bedroom door quietly behind you, a few stray tears trailed down your cheeks. Hastily, you wiped them away, cursing at your oversensitivity.

You tried to rationalize with yourself. You knew Jungkook was feeling really stressed lately. Naturally, you were a noisy person, and it was insensitive of you to be so loud while he was studying. Plus, he had been nice enough to let you crash at his apartment even when he was so busy. It made sense for him to be frustrated with you. Still, it didn’t make his words or his tone hurt any less.

The clothes you had worn previously were folded neatly on the foot of the bed. You quickly changed into them, laying Jungkook’s shirt down carefully. As you were attempting to put on your socks, you fell onto the soft bed.

Sitting motionless for a bit, you sniffled quietly and tried to collect yourself.

From behind you, you heard the sound of the doorknob turning. The door creaked as it opened slowly. Jungkook slipped into the room, padding across the floor soundlessly. You lowered your head, avoiding his gaze. You clasped your hands in your lap, opting to look at them instead.

Beside you, the bed dipped as Jungkook sat down tentatively.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” Jungkook sighed, rubbing his arm nervously. “I didn’t mean to say it like that. I’m just really stressed and I took it out on you.”

You didn’t respond. Biting your lip, you fought back another fresh wave of years.

“Y/N?” Jungkook asked. He slid a hand underneath the curtain of hair that had fallen around your face. Cupping the side of your jaw gently, he raised your head to face him. His mouth opened in surprise when he took in your appearance, forming a small “o.”

Your eyes were ringed with red, framed by wet eyelashes. Your lips were red and swollen from biting, and your chin quivered slightly.

“I made my baby cry!” Jungkook gasped, his eyebrows furrowed. He wiped away a single tear with his thumb. “Y/N, I’m so, so sorry. I’m such an asshole, shit.”

He pulled you into a tight embrace, pressing your face into the crook of his neck protectively. Rubbing gentle circles into your back, he mumbled apologies into the crown of your head.

“I didn’t mean it, okay?” he asked helplessly, taken aback by your uncharacteristic silence. “It was my fault. Sometimes I have a bad temper, but it’s no excuse to make you hurt like this.”

You pulled back, still refusing to meet Jungkook’s gaze. “It’s okay,” you whispered, voice hoarse. “I know I’m too loud.”

“You’re loud, but that’s fine,” Jungkook insisted, holding your hands in his. “You’re super noisy, and you’re always doing something. But it’s cute, and it’s one of the reasons why I love you so much. Without you, my life would be quiet and boring. Being loud isn’t something you should be sorry for.”

“You mean it?” you asked, incredulous. Your eyes widened, finally peering up to meet Jungkook’s.

“What?” Jungkook asked, tilting his head with confusion written all over his face. “Yeah, it’s cute.”

“No, after that,” you said, unable to bite back the smile tugging at your lips.

A furious blush bloomed over Jungkook’s cheeks as he recalled what he said. “U-uh, yeah,” he stuttered, his voice uncertain. This time, it was he who glanced away. “That’s okay, right?”

“Say it again,” you demanded cheekily, grinning fully now. Any hurt had been washed away by Jungkook’s confession.

“I love you,” Jungkook repeated, his blush spreading to his ears. Still, his voice was steady this time, and he looked you in the eye. “So much.”

You laughed joyously, launching yourself into Jungkook’s arms. The both of you fell onto the bed, the mattress creaking underneath you. Jungkook laughed too, arms wrapping around your waist instinctively. Jungkook pressed gentle kisses against your lips, then down your jaw, and finally settled at the bottom of your neck.

Weaving your fingers through Jungkook’s soft hair, you smiled at the boy wrapped around you.

“Now that you’ve said it, you can’t take it back,” you warned Jungkook. “I won’t ever shut up now.”

“Good,” Jungkook grinned, detaching himself from your neck to look at you. He pressed his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

- Girl in Luv

It’s 3 AM right now. I have to be up in a few hours. But I’d do anything for fluff. Hope you enjoyed this imagine. Send us some more requests! You can check out our prompts page for inspiration. Happy reading~ 

Epic Movie (Re)Watch #127 - Chicago

Originally posted by the-color-of-rain

Spoilers below.

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: No.

Format: Blu-ray

1) This film holds a lot of personal significance to me. I first saw it when I was 13 in one of the hardest months of my life. I was sick with pneumonia (diagnosed that day) and my great grandmother had just died, so the whole family was over because the funeral was that week. It was late and someone wanted to put in a movie so my dad pulls out Chicago. My mother was a little bit strangely strict about what PG-13 movies I could and could not see, usually forbidding more sexual stuff than anything else. So this was the most sexual film I had seen at the time and I had felt because of that, and the fact I was watching it with all the adults of my family, that I had been promoted to the adult table in some senses. I was really captivated by the music, the story, the moral ambiguity, it was just so different from anything else I’ve seen. I would not be Just Another Cinemaniac without Chicago. In some ways its as important to my film fan identity as Back to the Future.

2) The film opens with an extreme close up on Roxie’s (Renée Zellweger’s) eye, giving us our first inkling on how this is a musical in Roxie’s mind. But more on that later.

3) Note that we never see Velma Kelly’s (Catherine Zeta Jones’) face until she’s on stage giving a performance. This creates the feeling that Velma is ALWAYS putting on a performance.

4) Catherine Zeta Jones as Velma Kelly.

Originally posted by musemm

This film is pretty much perfectly cast, I think. 4 of its actors were nominated for Oscars, with another being nominated for a Golden Globe. Zeta Jones actually won her first (and to date only) Oscar for her role in this film, and for good reason to. She IS Velma Kelly. Zeta Jones is totally lost in the role, being able present all of Velma’s different qualities. Her showmanship, her rare vulnerability, her killer instinct, and it all just WORKS. You never EVER feel like you’re watching an actress. Zeta Jones IS Velma Kelly and as the first character we get a nice long look at, it is a great performance to start the film off with.

5) Hey, it’s Dominic West!

6) Renée Zellweger as Roxie Hart.

Originally posted by segel-sudeikis

Roxie is really the lead of this film, the character who we follow along and see the world through. The writing is really interesting. It would have been easy to start Roxie off as some innocent girl who made a mistake and goes on this big journey, but Roxie - despite whatever facade she puts up - is hardly some innocent girl. She readily and passionately has an affair even though her husband is a pretty nice guy (and not a “nice guy” where the guy acts nice but is really a jerk, but is actually pretty kind), murderers her lover just for being a jerk (there are better reasons to murderer someone), all while putting up this act like she did nothing wrong and is the victim. And I honestly think she believes it.

Renée Zellweger captures all these conflicting parts of Roxie’s character with true mastery. She also is able to handle Roxie’s transformation into a more cutthroat and determined creature with the same expertise. Like with Zeta Jones, you never feel like you’re watching Zellweger just giving a performance. She is - for all intents and purposes - Roxie. Originally Charlize Theron was cast in the part but after a change in directors there was a change in casting, and Zellweger had to learn signing and dancing for the film. It paid off wonderfully, as she was nominated for an Oscar for what is possibly her best role ever.

7) John C. Reilly as Amos.

Originally posted by mikewazowskis

John C. Reilly was also nominated for an Oscar for his performance in this film, and it is clear why. Amos is the only honestly good character in the film, and even then he is not without his flaws. He is not above losing his temper or being able to say when enough is enough when it comes to Roxie (you know, the woman who cheats on him, tries to have him take the fall for murder, and manipulates him in court just to get off). But - because this is Chicago - he’s the only main(ish) character to come out the other side being totally and utterly screwed over. There are some nice layers to Amos (mainly the loss of temper as mentioned above) and Reilly is just totally sincere in the part. It’s no wonder he was nominated for an Oscar.

8) This film sets itself apart from other movie musicals through the idea that the musical is all in Roxie’s head.

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This creates a plausible explanation for why character’s burst into song and dance, allows the film to utilize some unique editing and art direction, and finally gives us a nice peek into Roxie’s head. This element allows us to see just how passionate Roxie is not only for the desire to perform but also the desire for fame. It also lets us know how she sees OTHER characters in the film (namely Billy Flynn, but more on that later). I think it is this key element that set the film up for such critical and artistic success, leading to its best picture win at the Oscars.

9) Danny Elfman provides a few nice instrumental pieces of score for the film which feel totally period Chicago. When you are adapting a popular musical such as Chicago adding extra music could be a challenge, but Elfman’s occasional score blends perfectly with the rest of the film.

10) Queen Latifah as Mama.

Originally posted by isabellenightwoods

Latifah rounds out the quartet of Academy Award nominated performances with her portrayal as Matron Mama Morton. I think it’s Latifah’s best performance. She is able to portray Mama as cooperative and a bit soft spoken, but still someone who deals with no bullshit from her inmates. She is as manipulative as any other character in this film, if not as in big a way. You often hear her tell Roxie and Velma EXACTLY what they want to hear knowing that it will lead to a big pay day for her. It is a crafty role which Latifah plays well, and her introductory song “When You’re Good to Mama” shows off not only this characterization but Roxie’s perception of her quite well. It also allows for Latifah to show off her impressive singing chops.

11) The Cell Block Tango.

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Where do I even begin with this number? It is by far the most iconic and best part of the entire film. The filmmakers are able to use the idea of “the musical in Roxie’s mind” to create a visually unique and compelling number which is edited together seamlessly with the “real world” of the Cook County jail Roxie finds herself in. Each of the “murderess mistresses” is given enough time to create a unique character and create a sense of the world Roxie (and the audience) finds herself in at this time. I particularly find the use of ribbons to illustrate blood/murder wildly effective, noting that Hunyak’s ribbon (the girl who constantly claims she is not guilty) is white whereas the others are red. This suggest that she is - in fact - innocent.

It is also worth noting that while the first story starts off very much “I’m guilty, here’s what happened”, that by the time we get to the inmate who claims her husband “ran into her knife” ten times the stories have become more and more claiming of legal innocence. This is a trend which continues through Velma’s story, where she claims she blacked out after seeing her husband & sister having sex and came to with blood on her hands. We as the audience have actually seen NOTHING which contradicts this story, further creating a nice sense of showmanship within the film.

Originally posted by mymovieblogx

12) Okay, I am all for good female friendships on film and television, but I would be lying if I said the catty relationship between Velma & Roxie was not entertaining. I think this is a byproduct from good writing (with what we know about these characters, how ELSE could their relationship go?) and the wildly captivating chemistry between Zeta Jones and Zellweger. Their relationship is one of the key sources of conflict throughout the film and with those two actresses it just WORKS.

13) Richard Gere as Billy Flynn.

The number in Roxie’s head which introduces us to Flynn - “All I Care About” - is a pitch perfect example of expectations vs. reality. After what she’s heard about Billy (which isn’t much mind you), Roxie expects him to be this honest to goodness lawyer who only wants to save women from dying in by the noose in Chicago. What we get however is the craftiest, most manipulative skeeze ball in the film. So why is he so damn likable? Who is he comparable to the roguish Han Solo? Why do we root for him? I think that is all in Gere’s performance. It would be easily to play him as a disgusting slime ball but there is a charisma that Gere brings which I think elevates the character and the film. Originally offered to Hugh Jackman & John Travolta at different parts, Gere’s chemistry with the rest of the cast is great and although the film didn’t land him an Oscar nomination he did receive a Golden Globe for his work.

14) I think it’s worth noting that Roxie does not take too long to adapt to prison. Again evidence that she’s not as innocent as she wants people to think.

15) “We Both Reached For The Gun”

Originally posted by darker-than-light

I can never tell if this or “Razzle Dazzle” is my favorite number in the film, but I think for a visual standpoint it HAS to be this. This is once again where the conceit of “the musical in Roxie’s head” benefits the film GREATLY. The imagery of Roxie being a dummy operated by Billy to sell her story not reflects on their relationship in an incredibly clear way (as well as how Billy is literally using people) but also is just visually fascinating. Zellweger is a lot of fun during the number, and if you ever want to know why this film won the Oscar for best editing the year it was nominated just watch this scene.

16) The song “Roxie” when Roxie is at the top of her game is a great character study. It goes even deeper into Roxie’s desire for fame and admiration, a key quality in her character that drives pretty much all her actions throughout the film. It features gorgeous cinematography with its use of mirrors and presents us with Roxie’s ideal self. This ideal self is not a good person (not necessarily), but someone who is adored by her audience. If that doesn’t speak to who Roxie is as a character I don’t know what does.

Originally posted by barbara-stanwyck

17) A film is told in cuts, as in cutting from one moment to the next in as clean and clear a way as possible.

Velma [after Mama suggests she kisses Roxie’s ass to maintain some position]: “Over my dead body.”

[We cut to the mess hall, where Velma is seen smiling at Roxie]

Velma: “Mind if I join you?”

18) “I Can’t Do It Alone”

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Up until this point we have not seen Velma truly vulnerable. We have peeked more into who Roxie is as a character than who Velma is. That all changes with this number, which shows us that Velma is just as desperate for the spotlight as Roxie is. She NEEDS to stay relevant, she NEEDS the fame and the admiration, and only when it was too late did she realize that the murder of her sister took away one of the key things that made her so desirable to the world in the first place. This song is a fun number that adds nice depth to Zeta Jones’ character and shows off just how talented she can be with Velma’s vulnerability.

19) My heart broke a little when I saw Velma’s face after Roxie’s rejection of her.

And in that moment and that moment alone, I think I shipped the two of them together.

20) Lucy Liu’s glorified cameo as Kitty, the newest jazz killer in Chicago and the one who threatens to take away Roxie’s fame, is a perfect example of how easily Roxie can fall. But here’s the thing, Roxie is smarter than she appears. And more manipulative. It is her greatest strength that people underestimate her, so when she “faints” and mentions “the baby” everyone - from Velma to Billy - are all surprised by her.

21) I was a naive 13 year old. I didn’t understand that the doctor who said he’d testify that Roxie was pregnant had very clearly slept with her (hence Billy’s remark about his fly being open).

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22) “Mister Cellophane”

Originally posted by 80plays

Somehow this song not only shows us how ROXIE perceives her estranged husband as being someone who’s not worth caring about, but also makes Amos into a sympathetic character. He is not particularly whiny about the fact that he’s oft forgotten, he’s just a little sad about it. Reilly’s performance in the song is filled with soft sorrow and vulnerability we don’t always get to see from the actor, an honesty which carries the entire song on its back. It is a truly worthy number to be included with the rest of the film, with its Chaplin like art style and Reilly’s vocals, and I’m glad it made the cut.

23) In a lot of ways Chicago is a noir comedy musical. I say this for two reasons: Amos being kinda screwed over at the end, and the fact that Hunyak - the only innocent girl in the jail - is the only who is hanged. This also reminds Roxie of the fact that she IS on trial for murder and of the fatal consequences she could face.

24) “Razzle Dazzle”

Originally posted by barbara-stanwyck

If “We Both Reached for the Gun” is my favorite number in the film from a stylistic standpoint, then “Razzle Dazzle” is probably my favorite from a thematic one. Gere expresses Flynn’s belief that the courts are just a circus, simply entertainment to be manipulated, in a way which is just that: entertaining. I am always totally taken in by the song through its themes of craftiness, playful melody, and fun visuals. It is just a wonderful number which I love watching again and again.

25) If “Razzle Dazzle” doesn’t tell you how Billy sees the court system than this line will:

Originally posted by stilinska-archive

Hell, the non-musical court room scenes are in a lot of ways more dramatic than the musical ones.

26) This film had a song which was shot but not included in the final cut, one sung between Mama and Velma called “Class”. Still found on the movie’s soundtrack, “Class” had the pair discuss how the world seems to have gone to shit and how no one has any class. It was cut both for pacing issues and - largely - because it did not fit the theme of “the musical in Roxie’s head”. Roxie was at the court house and these two started singing after hearing about what was going on over the radio. It is a wonderful song but I think the film works better without it featured.

27) It took absolutely no time at all for Roxie not to matter. The press didn’t even want her picture after the verdict was read. Another killer, another star.

28) The final number of the film is a dual thing. The first of which is Roxie singing the song “Nowadays” on her own at an audition. The song is sad, somber, and lacks umph. This causes the directors to pass on Roxie. But when Velma and Kelly work together? When they’re able to work with their heat and chemistry and put on a duet of “Nowadays”? The umph is back and it is a wonderful number to end the film on!

Originally posted by damnafricawhathappened


I’m obviously biased through my own personal experience with the film, but I think Chicago is quite possibly the best movie musical of the 21st century (yes, even better than Les Miserables). The acting is incredible across the board, with Catherine Zeta Jones and Renée Zellweger being the obvious standouts. The concept of “the musical in Roxie’s head” allows for a musical which is unique and supports a wonderful art style. The songs are fun, the pacing and editing are great, and it’s a technical spectacle in its subtletly. Just a wonderfully entertaining film I think everyone should watch.

Hey, Jealousy (John Wick x Reader)

For the anon who asked:

A fic about john wick getting jealous and ends up slightly being some smut. 😏👌🏼👌🏼


Authors Note: Sorry anon, it’s not full smut but i think it’s good enough :D that’s for this prompt. i had such fun writing it! hope you enjoy!

Rating: M

Song: I Don’t Wanna Live Forever - Taylor Swift feat, Zyan

John Wick x Reader (smut)


Hey Jealously

Originally posted by whiteguykarate

I was furious, fuming, positively leaking smoke from my ears. How dare he, how dare he, take a job like that and put a hit on both of us. To make sure no one came after me he abandoned me in the Continental where Winston was currently babysitting me. Babysitting me!

I was more than capable taking care of myself, being just as capable as John in the field but according to him “, I need to take precautions.” My fucking foot! Then he proceeded to deposit me unconscious in one of the Continental hotel rooms. I had tried to leave but Winston and his band of merry men prevented me from doing so, saying he was keeping me safe as a favour to John.

Now here I was beyond irate, holding his note in my hand with his scratchy handwriting saying he’ll be back later tonight after he takes care of things. I crushed it in my fist and tossed it into the fireplace. I could be there backing him up!

I looked to the clock, two o’clock in the morning. I spied the unopened luggage I packed earlier the day sitting across from me when John tricked me into thinking we were spending some alone time. That was until I found out his plans. I stalked to the case and opened it, looking for the perfect dress to wear to the Continental’s private bar lounge. Since he was going to have fun without me, I’ll just have fun without him. I smirked to myself as I pulled out the perfect dress and proceeded to get ready.

All eyes turned to me as I entered the lounge. I grinned to myself. Oh, John how you were missing out. I spied an empty two seater table and sat. A song I didn’t know was playing. The waiter arrived not too long after to take my order “, gin.”

My drink arrived with a tall dark gentleman.

“May I help you?” I asked.

“Your drink,” he offered with a southern accent and placed my glass on the table along with his “, may I?”

I gestured to the empty chair and crossed my legs. I flicked my hair over my shoulder and leaned towards the table. The man’s eyes flicked from my face to my cleavage.

“Like what you see?” I questioned, while stirring my drink.

He smiled like a viper “, never seen anything like it.”

I chuckled low and seductive. Oh, yes, this was going to be fun. I took a sip from my drink, feeling the burning sensation slide down my throat and into my stomach.

Someone cleared their throat by our table. I looked up into a pair of lined, glass blue eyes. I felt the temper I had just calmed flare back to life.

“Winston,” I gritted, through clenched teeth.

“Y/n… Reese,” greeted Winston.

My companion raised his glass to the hotel owner in response and took a swing of the drink.

Winston turned his attention to me “, is this wise?”

I could feel my body beginning to heat back up, I ignored Winston and turned my attention to the new song. Intense and rich the music began followed by the male vocalist.

Been sittin’ eyes wide open behind these four walls, hopin’ you’ll call
It’s just a cruel existence like it’s no point hopin’ at all

I looked back to him, a sweet smile plastered on my face “, I’ve no idea what you’re talking about?”

Baby, baby, I feel crazy
Up all night, all night and every day
Give me somethin’, oh, but you say nothin’
What is happenin’ to me?

He gave me a tight-lipped smile “, I just wanted to let you know he’s back and looking for you.”

I glanced at my companion whose eyes were scanning the room and politely not listening to our conversation. I doubted he’d be the kind to have me under house arrest.

“Thank you,” I said dismissively and turned my attention back to my male companion.

Winston moved off. I shimmied my chair closer to Reese, his hazel eyes looked surprised.

I smiled dazzlingly at him “, I wasn’t hearing you properly before.”

I don’t wanna live forever
‘Cause I know I’ll be livin’ in vain

John was in for a rude awakening when he saw me with this stranger. I chuckled to myself. There was only a foot between our chairs. I dropped my hand from the table onto his knee and leaned into him. His cologne scratched my nose and I had to try very hard not to recoil.  

Reese was handsome with gold flecked hazel eyes, chestnut hair to match and a square jaw line coated with the slightest five o’clock shadow. I spotted a fresh blackening bruise being hidden by the collar of his crisp white shirt. I took my free hand and brushed it open and slid a finger caressingly over the bruise.

“Rough night?”

And I don’t wanna fit wherever
I just wanna keep callin’ your name

He chuckled, a lovely bass tone “, aren’t you a seductress,” and leaned towards me.

“Is there another reason you’re sitting at my table then?”

Until you come back home
I just wanna keep callin’ your name

“Dance?”

Suddenly my heart fell. John flashed through my mind, that was how we first met. He’d seen me, just I was now, sitting at a table by myself and he’d ask me to dance.

Until you come back home
I just wanna keep callin’ your name

“Um –,” I choked.

Until you come back home

I was cut off by a deep husky voice, threatening death and destruction “, there you are, thank you for keeping her company.”

Reese looked taken aback and sank back a fraction in his seat. I could feel the menace and fury pouring out of the person behind me.

“Your welcome,” Reese replied and took a gulp from his drink.

John’s hand wrapped around my arm, a silent command to leave. Suddenly my eyes stung.

I smiled at Reese, while standing “, thank you for your company.”

He nodded without looking in my direction. I let John lead me from the room, everything was a blur. I entered the hotel’s elevator with John behind me. I couldn’t face him so I kept my back turned to him.

“I took care of things,” he announced.

I nodded and silence followed.

“Don’t you have anything to say to me?” I croaked.

He didn’t respond. Slowly I turned to look at him, letting my emotions spill down my face in black rivulets. He was so blurry, all I could make out was his form.

“I’m not the one who was about to crawl into some stranger’s lap,” he hissed.

“Jealous?!” I bellowed at him “, that’s exactly what would’ve happened if you died you jackass!”

I gasped as I was slammed into the wall, I inhaled deeply, my throat tight.

“Yes!” he roared “, is that what you wanted to hear? That I was jealous that the woman I love and wanted to protect was looking like she was about to run off with some strange man.”

I opened my mouth to counter but he continued.

“And I walked in to see you wearing this dress and him and every other man in the room eye fucking you!”

The tears continued to run, dripping off my chin and onto my exposed cleavage.

“I was so worried about you,” I sobbed “, I needed you to feel the same pain I felt when you left me. I love you so, so much John.”

My heart clenched in my chest. I would give my life for him and him for me but, locking me up in this place had hurt me. I felt like he didn’t trust me or think I was capable enough.

His thumb brushed away my spilt tears “, I am sorry for leaving you but I don’t regret it.”

He kissed my forehead tenderly, then each eye. I looked up at him he was still a little blurry but getting clearer, I cupped his cheek and traced his worried and pained face with my other hand.

“I’m sorry too,” I murmured.

He kissed my nose and I giggled. He smiled, a little light pouring back into his face chasing away the pain. Gently he brought his lips to mine in a tender kiss. His arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me a few inches from the floor. I draped my arms over his neck, one of my hands fisting into his midnight hair.

The kiss deepened, his tongue in my mouth tracing my lower lip, probing and thrusting. He broke from my mouth and traced my jaw line. His lips sucked a path down my neck leaving a line of possessive bruises in its wake. I threw my head back and it banged into the gold elevator wall.

“Ouch,” I moaned.

I banded my legs around his waist and ground on his growing erection. He groaned into my ear at the friction and pushed me into the wall, hiking my dress up and grinding into my core eliciting a hiss of pleasure from me.

My hands freely roamed his back, running over his arms, chest and grasping his ass. Tight and firm. Delicious. My hands went back to his hair, the strands sliding silkily through my fingers. Roughly he grasped the strap of my dress to push it from my shoulder. I felt it snap but I didn’t care. John freed my right breast and sucked a nipple into his mouth. I moaned at the wet velvety contact of his tongue and rolled my hips against his hardened cock. He paused and shuddered against my body.

“Like that big boy?” I whispered into his ear as I sucked my own mark of ownership into his pale neck.

I rutted my hips against him and pulled at his shirt but gave up and attacked his belt, needing him in me.

The elevator bell dinged, I hopped off John and did my best to straighten my clothes. The doors opened to reveal Winston.

Winston entered the elevator with a cocked eyebrow and a knowing smile “, John… y/n, I hope I’m not interrupting something”

“No, not at all,” we replied in unison.

Winston smiled and turned his back to us.

I caught sight of our reflection in the mirrored wall. I did my best to stifle a laugh. John’s hair was sticking out at all angles, ruby lipstick streaked across his lips and rained down his chest along with purple bruises. His tie was about to fall off his neck, his shirt also bore my lips mark, three of the first buttons were on the floor and his shirt tails were hanging out his pants. John’s belt was undone and his large tattooed hands were clasped over the tent in his pants.

I was worse, looking like a truck had run over me – twice. My hair was netted and frizzy. I had raccoon eyes, black tracks ran down my face, my lipstick was smudged half across my face and down my neck. So much for the label saying it was none transferable. The left strap for the low cut, black, spaghetti strapped body con dress was broken. Red and blue marks decorated my neck like an elaborate necklace.

John caught my eyes in the mirror and smiled. I ducked my head feeling a bit of heat creep into my cheeks. His hand found mines and squeezed.

The elevator dinged, opened and Winston stepped out.

He turned, a smirk on his lined features “, it makes no sense wishing you a good night but, I must ask that you please keep the noise level at minimum for the other guests.”

“Of course, Winston, good night,” replied John, still holding my hand.

“I’m not the one who’s going to have a good night,” Winston said with a wink.

The elevator bell sounded and the doors closed. I looked up at John who was already looking at me, lust coating his features.

Oh yes, this was going to be a very good night.

kyloholic’s masterlist

I thought it would be easier to make my masterlist a post as well, aside from being it a page attached to my blog in case there’s ever an issue to access it! Enjoy :)

SONG FICS

KYLO X READER

SERIES

BEN SOLO X READER

MATT X READER

Fuck You Logan, Fuck You

Warning: cussing, SMUT, orgasm denial, UNPROTECTED SMUT (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Daddy kink and handcuffs, if i forgot something let me know

Pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine x reader, Remy LeBeau, Bobby, Rogue, Charles Xavier

A/n:This took me what feels like forever to write. It seems I can never do a fic with Logan without Remy in it. This is the longest smut I’ve written (4428 words, HOLY SHIT) and I really hope I did Logan justice. Plus thank you to @a-lonely-string for the inspiration for this since we were talking about him over the past few days and @petlaufeyson for recommending another song to add to my smut writing play list, IT REALLY HELPED. If you’re not a Logan girl, after this you may be one. Sorry not sorry. If anyone has anything negative about this, COME TO ME or FUCK OFF! I didn’t edit this because I tend to do it while I write.

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Originally posted by such-ass

NOT SORRY FOR USING THIS GIF ^^^MY INSPIRATION^^

Part 1 Part 2

               “Fuck you Logan. FUCK YOU.” You stormed off towards your room in the mansion. You lived in the mansion longer than Logan did and you sure as hell lived just as long as he has. You both were pretty much immortal but lately he didn’t think so. At the moment you hated him, you hated him because you were trying to do your job. A job that you do pretty damn well, might you add, but still. He tried to prevent you from saving a group of young mutants before the government tried to kill them. “Fucking Logan. God, he pisses me the fuck off.”

               “I haven’t heard such a beautiful woman talk like that, Cherie.” Remy stood at your door looking in at you as you stood there in your uniform pants and your black lace bra.

               “What the fuck do you want, Rem. Can I try to relax before you start trying to flirt with me?” You looked at him. You were pissed and he could see it.

               “What did he do this time?” He tried to step closer but all you did was growled at him, making him stop almost all movement. “Okay, okay.” He held up his hands in surrender. “He must have done something stupid to turn such a kitten into a lion.” He was still going to try to flirt with you. Knowing what your abilities were. Super human strength, shift into a feline (ranging from cat to lion), healing like Logan, and everything that comes with being a feline.

               “Really Rem. I swear he thinks that just because I’m a few years younger means I’m fucking fragile or something. We both are mutants, right?” You look up at him as you walked over to your dresser. Remy nodded his head as his answer. “Why can’t he see that I’m a big girl and don’t need daddy fucking me over every fucking chance he gets.”

               “The two of you should just sleep together and get it over with.” He smirked at you as you pulled a clean pair of panties and a huge shirt from your dresser. Tossing them on your bed.

               “You know what Rem, fuck off. Better yet, go the hell away so I can try to relax.” Remy shook his head and turned from your room and walked down the hall, probably to go flirt with one of the other teachers or bug Logan. You didn’t care, you just wanted to relax.

               You walked into your bathroom and opted to run a bath instead of a shower. Dealing with a man that healed just as quickly as you and a temper of a five year who had their candy taken from them, you needed a bath. You added some bath oils to the water that you knew would help with your muscles and your stress levels. The smells of lavender, blueberry and a hint of sugar cookie (a slight weakness of yours) filled the room. You stripped the rest of the way down, tossing the rest of your uniform into your room landing somewhere with a thud. Not that you cared at the moment.

               You slipped into the relaxing hot water and leaned your head against the back of the tub. You relished in the heat sinking into your muscles and the scents that filled the room helped you start to relax. You had managed to let your eyes drift shut as you laid there, calming and finally relaxing.

 

*Logan’s POV*

 

               “Fuck you Logan. FUCK YOU.” (Y/n) stormed off, her ass looked amazing as she did. ‘God, get a grip with yourself Logan. She now hates you.’ I walked into Charles’ office.

               “She doesn’t hate you, Logan. She’s just pissed, give her some time then go talk to her.” He didn’t even look up from the papers on his desk. “If you stopped treating her the way you do. You two would be the perfect team again.”

               “How I treat her. She almost got killed.”

               “Do you honestly think that will happen, Logan?”

               What the fuck was he talking… Fuck she has pretty much the same mutation as I do. I’ve been a dick for no damn fucking reason.

               “I take it you realized something.” He looked up at me and smiled. “Like I said, give some time to cool off and then go talk to her.” I nodded my head and walked away.

               I walked up to my room, closing the door behind me I stripped off my uniform and pulled on something comfortable. I walked down to the kitchen, food sounded great at the moment. Gambit was sitting at the table with looked like his cards.

               “What the hell did you do to our little kitten that she would nearly scratch me?” He kept messing with his cards as I dug through the fridge. “The two of you should really fuck and get it over with. The sexual tension between you and Cherie is driving most of us insane.” I placed some food on the counter and looked at him. “Don’t look at me like that, Logan. You know damn well what I’m talking about.”

               “We had to rescue a few groups of kids and she tried to throw herself in front a small group of kids but I pulled her back and I took most of the blast, which apparently pissed her off. I totally forgot her mutation is like mine.” My gaze dropped to the food in front of me.

               “Now that somewhat explains why she was pissed. From the sound of it, you tend to do that a lot.”

               “What do you mean from the sound of it? What the hell did she say?” I looked up at him, getting pissed again.

               He got up from his seat and walked towards the door. “She said something like she’s a big girl and not needing daddy fucking her over ever chance or something like that. I couldn’t pay much attention, she was standing there in half her uniform and a black lace bra.” I don’t know why but thinking of her calling me daddy was a bit of a turn on. Thank god for the counter in front of me.

               Before I could say anything, he was out the damn door. God, she was going to be the death of me but first I need to see what (Y/n) meant when she called me daddy. I could feel the smirk on my face. I sat down and ate my food, giving her some time to cool off.

 

*Normal POV*

 

               You felt better now that you were able to relax. The water had cooled off to the point it was getting cold. You sat up and got out of the tub then quickly dried off. You loved that the bath relieved your stress but you knew it would never fix the problem know as Logan. Thinking of him right now caused a headache that you didn’t need or want. You stepped out of your bathroom and low and behold, guess who’s sitting on your bed. Logan. You groaned at the sight of him leaning against the back of the door. His big muscular arm crossed over his broad chest as he just stood there with his eyes now trained on you since you opened your bathroom door.

               “UGH, what the fuck are you doing in my room?” You didn’t pay notice that he was now looking you over. “Did you come to fuck up my night as well, Logan?” He smirked at you. ‘Why the hell was he smirking?’

               “I came to apologize for earlier.” You looked up at him with shock.

               “Wow the infamous Wolverine wants to apologize.” You rolled your eyes at him as you walked over to your bed, his eyes followed your ass as you walked. You could feel him staring at you. What you weren’t expecting was that he stood up straight and walked over to you. You were facing your bed when you felt his hands on your hips.

               “Yes, sweetheart, I’m trying to apologize. I admit I don’t do it often.”

               “But?” You had a bit of sarcasm in your voice and he clearly heard it.

               “There is no buts the only but I want is yours.” You turned around and looked into his eye. You almost couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Remy told me what you said earlier.” What did Rem tell him? He leaned in and placed his soft lips to your shoulder. “The only fucking over Daddy’s going to do is fucking you over and over tonight.” Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as your mind was piecing together what was happening. Of course you’ve thought of riding this man like the beast he is or how amazing it would feel to have him coming at you from behind. You bit your lip in hopes to hold back a moan.

               You let your hands travel up his arms until they reached his shoulders. Your fingers started playing with the hair at the base of his neck as you felt his teeth against your neck. You moaned as he bit down harder. You instantly ripped off his shirt, gaining a growl from deep in his chest. His hands traveled down to the backs of your thighs. He mumbled jump against your neck and you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. You instantly felt how hard he was and ground down on him causing you both to moan. One of his hands slid up to your ass and gave it a rough squeeze, pulling a loud moan from your lips as your head fell back. He laid you down on your bed then stepping away from you. He walked over to your night stand and opened the top drawer, he was somewhat shocked to see a pair of handcuffs in there but he knew you well enough that you had a few kinks up your sleeve.

               “Logan.” He looked down at you with a half-smile.

               “Nah uh, you get to call me daddy baby girl.” You had to rub your thighs together, the way he sounded when he spoke made you wet. He reached down and grabbed your hands, raising them above your head and cuffing them to your head board. To say you were shocked would have been a lie, you were more turned on more than anything.

               “So, daddy, how long have you thought of doing this?” You tried to keep your voice seductive especially with the word daddy. You saw him twitch under his sweat pants. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight before you.

               “You have no idea baby girl.” He smirked down at you as he walked to the end of your bed. He stood there for a moment, admiring how you were laid out for him on your bed. You looked up at him, admiring his hard chiseled chest. You bit your lip as seductively as possible in hopes he would do something. He gave you a slight smirk before he dropped his sweats and crawled half way up the bed. You felt his breath on your legs as he crawled up. You thought you knew what he was going to do but it didn’t happen. He peppered kisses along the tops of your thighs and from time to time he would bite down on your soft flesh, pulling soft moans from you. At times you thought he would bite hard enough to draw blood, not that you were complaining. His hands slowly worked their way up your thighs, slowly pushing them open so he could see every inch of you. Logan let out an animalistic growl once you were completely open to him.

               He let himself be taken over by animal instincts and dove into you. His tongue made contact with your clit, making you moan loudly and causing you to pull at your restraints. Your head fell back against the pillow as he inserted a single finger. Moving it slowly in and out of you, dragging the pleasure out as much as possible. You bucked your hips up which caused him to lay his other hand across your lower abdomen pinning you in place. You needed more friction than what he was giving you.

               “Daddy” You softly panted out softly, causing him to look up at you. “If you don’t pick up the pace, I’m not going to have to explain to Hank how a pair of Vibranium handcuffs broke.” He eyes went full blown with lust. He added another finger and started to pick up the pace, quickly.

               “Is that better, baby girl?” He smirked up at you as you threw your head back on a loud moan. Your back arched off the bed as his lips attached themselves back onto your clit. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten as his fucked you with his hand. He took his fingers away causing you to whimper at the loss but moaned even louder as he slid his tongue into you. The pleasure was almost unbearable, he could tell you were close. “Cum baby girl. Cum for daddy.” With that your body shook, your orgasm raking through your body like a tidal wave. His tongue was buried deep inside you, lapping up everything you had to offer. Your body had become sensitive, you felt every hair on his face against your legs. You moaned softly as he gave you one last lick before making his way up your body. Kissing and biting along your stomach and all around each breast. Taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it pulling wanton moans from your lips. His hands slid up your body, one taking your lonely breast while the other laid on your hip. You felt want and need build back up as he took your other nipple into his mouth. He mumbled something about being a good girl. He continued up your chest to your collar bone, nibbling along the bone and up the side of your neck. He sucked on your neck, leaving dark spots that would soon fade. “You’re such a good girl for daddy.”

               His hand slid up and into your hair, pulling it back hard causing your head to snap back and a moan escaping your lips. You felt him twitch against your thigh, a bead of pre-cum slipped from the slit and was spread across the top of your thigh. You raised your hips slightly, grinding up against him pulling a groan from him. Logan pulled back from your neck and gave you an evil smirk. He repositioned himself where if he was to grind down, the head of his cock would push against your clit. Then that was exactly what he did, pulling a loud moan from your lips. You bucked your hips just to feel the pressure against your clit again, making the man above you groan as he drops his head.

               “Daddy please.” Your voice was breathy.

               “Please what, baby girl.” His voice was low and husky which only made you need him even more.

               “I need you.” He looked down at you releasing your hair and gripped himself. He lined himself up to your core and slowly pushed in. You moaned at the sensation of being stretched. You dug your nails into his shoulders as he continued to push into you. His head fell to the crook of your neck as he bottomed out, groaning at the sensation of you completely surrounding him warm and tight. He stayed still for a moment, causing you discomfort was furthest from his mind. “Fuck.” Panting as you bucked your hips up, taking him in even further. He took this as a sign as to start moving. He pulled back, leaving the head of his cock inside you then slamming back into you. You screamed in pleasure as you pulled on your restraints. This only spurred him on, fucking you harder and faster. Suddenly he pulled out, causing you to whine at the loss of him inside you. “What the fuck?” You barely able to breathe out.

               “I’m planning on taking you in more than one position, sweetheart.” His voice husky as his breathe fanned over your skin as he uncuffed you from the headboard. You sat up and as you did, Logan managed to get both your wrists behind your back and cuffed them in place. You looked up at him in disbelief while he just smirked down at you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and your legs instantly wrapped around his waist. He walked you over to your dresser and sat you on top, pulling your ass to the edge then sliding back into you. You both moaned loudly as he slammed back into you. His hands gripping your hips as your head falls into the crock of his neck, your lips found the skin there and your teeth bit down hard causing him to thrust harder into you. You swore the force he used would cause the dresser to move but it didn’t, you were extremely glad that the dresser didn’t budge as Logan fucked into you.

               You felt that knot in your stomach grow tight again. Winding tighter with every thrust, with every sound that fell from his lips. You were closer to cumming this time and he decides to pull out. You groaned in protest and whimpered in loss of him again. He had a wicked smirk on his face and you knew right then you were in for a long night. He instantly flipped you over, your chest was now lying flat on top of your dresser. He spread your legs a little then gripped your hips with a bruising force causing you to whimper. Your head laid on the dresser as you looked back at him, sending him your own smirk.

               “Don’t get too comfortable being in charge right now Daddy because once these,” you wiggle your cuffed hands, “I’m going to show you just who’s in charge.” Just then he slammed into you from behind causing you to scream in pleasure. God, he felt fucking amazing inside you.

               “Is that so, baby girl?” His breathe fluttered against your ear. He started thrusting in and out of you as his grip tightened slightly, causing you to moan loudly with every thrust. You felt one of his hands leave your hip and tangled into your hair, pulling back slightly making your sounds echo off the wall in front of you. That was when you felt a sting on your ass. You whimpered when he spanked you again. You bucked your hips back causing him to go deeper than ether of you thought was possible. Logan growled as he started to really thrust into you. You were quickly reaching your high again, you were starting to contemplate on begging him for release. With one final hard thrust, Logan stilled for a moment. You could feel how hard he still was and you knew he wasn’t done with you. He pulled out of you, again. Without a word, he picked you up and carried you back to the bed. Setting you down on your knees. You looked up at him slightly confused and panting. All he did was kneel down behind you. You felt his hands on you, one on your hip and the other on your shoulder. He gently pushed you down so your shoulders were on the mattress and your face felt the cool sheets of your bed, giving you some relief to your over heated skin. He then pushed into you again. You were starting to get sensitive and moaned as he slid in. Your arousal was dripping down the sides of your legs and all over him as he began to thrust into you again. You managed to force your ass back as he thrusted forward causing him to moan loud. The sounds of skin slapping skin, his moans and groans, and the sounds you were making filled the room. Logan was getting close to his release and so were you.

               He then did something that you were expecting, he uncuffed you. You smirked as you moaned with pleasure as he fucked into you. Your hands landing on the bed and you pushed yourself up. With the added leverage of your arms, you threw yourself back into him. You heard him swear as you started taking control of things. You started to thrust yourself back into him and you felt him stop moving. You kept this up for a while, his hands landing on your hips as you fucked yourself on him. Before he could register what was going on, you pulled yourself off him whimpering slightly as the feeling of being empty surged through you. You turned and looked at him.

               “I told you Daddy, once the cuffs come off I’m gonna show you who’s in charge.” You smirked at him as you pushed him onto his back. You climbed up onto him, biting into his neck as you grabbed his cock and lined him up to your entrance. You slowly lowered yourself onto him, causing him to grip your ass tightly and a string of cuss words falling from his lips. You released his neck as you sat up, moaning at the action. You raised up slightly and slowly moved back down. Logan’s head fell back onto the bed, he was going to burst at any moment and you knew it. So you decide to take mercy on him. You started to move a bit faster, every time you would roll your hips or raise up you would do it harder and faster than the last time. You ran your nails down his chest. Anger red lines followed, some even bleed a little but healed quickly. You felt the knot in your stomach get tighter and you knew you were close to your peak with the sounds that Logan was making he was too. You ran a hand down your body and started rubbing on your clit with the perfect pressure. Your orgasm raked through your body, hard. You came on a scream of his name. You clamped down hard on him, pulling him over the edge with you. His nails digging into you as he shot himself into you and started to fuck up into you, prolonging both of your orgasms. You leaned forward, placing your head in the crock of his neck. One of his hands slid up your back and stopped at the base of your neck, holding you to him as you both came down from your highs.

               You slowly and carefully raised yourself up and off of him then flopping onto the bed next to him. He placed a kiss to the top of your head before he got up and walked over to your bathroom. You faintly heard the sink turn on then off. Logan came back with a washcloth and cleaned you up before laying back down next to you, pulling you back into his chest. Your hand rested on his chest and you started to mess with his chest hair. He started carding his hand through your hair and your eyes started to droop. Moments later, the both of you fell asleep.

               The next morning you woke up still in his arms. To be honest, it was the best night’s sleep you ever got. You barely managed to get out of the bed without waking Logan, you knew he was a bear to deal with when he is woken up before he woke up himself. You relieved yourself before pulling on a pair of panties and a large shirt that you think you stole from Logan on a mission a few years back without him knowing. You slipped out of your room quietly and made your way down to the kitchen. Remy sat at the table along with Bobby and Rogue, all of them with smiles on their faces.

               “You guys seem to be in a good mood this morning.” You looked at the clock on the microwave, seeing that it was only 9 in the morning.

               “We are.” Remy got up and walked over to you. “How did you sleep last night, Cherie?” He leaned in close to your ear.

               “I slept great last night, Rem.” You smirked at him as you moved to make yourself a bowl of cereal.

               “Oh really, Cherie? Mind if I ask why?” He smirked back at you.

               “I’m not telling you, Rem. You don’t need to know.” You grabbed the milk from the fridge and poured some over your cereal. You grabbed a spoon before walking over to the table and sat down next to Rogue. “Besides, it won’t stop you from flirting with me.” Rogue giggled and Bobby rolled his eyes.

               “Really?” Remy cocked his eyebrow at you. “Have you seen Logan? He is normally up by now.”

               “I have and I’m not telling you where.” You chuckled as you ate your breakfast.

               Logan walked into the kitchen in his sweats from last night. You were so glad that you both heal quickly, you didn’t need Remy giving you an even harder time than he already does. Remy looks at him then back at you and smiles. It was like something clicked in his mind.

               Once you finished your breakfast, you walked over to the sink where Logan just happened to be. You felt his hand on your ass as you placed your bowl in the sink. Bobby and Rogue got up from their seats and left. Remy still had a smirk on his face.

               “You two finally did it, didn’t you?”

               “What makes you think that, Rem?” You looked up at him and you couldn’t keep a smile off your face.

               “Finally!” He grinned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving you and Logan alone.

               Logan pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You leaned up and placed your lips to his. He squeezed your butt causing you to squeal a little.

               “You know, I’m glad that Hank sound proofed my room.” Logan looked down at you almost confused. “You couldn’t hear a stadium full of fans screaming in my room.” The look of confusion faded into a wicked smile.

               “You mean we can do last night all day?”

               “Since it’s Saturday and there are no classes to teach, yes.” As the last word barely left your lips, Logan threw you over his shoulder and walked you back towards your room.

Don’t You Dare Steal My Heart (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader)

Write-A-Thon: Day 3 (Lit Day)

Summary: Everything has a consequence, good or bad. Whether it be a fall from a cliff or a stolen kiss, nothing will ever be the same.

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 7635 (I’m literally the most extra I’m sorry)

A/N: This is a bit late but this is for Day 3 of the write-a-thon. it’s based off of the book I’ll give you the sun by Jandy Nelson but I sort of got a little off track with the plot, oops. I ended up making it a lot longer than I originally intended and theres still quite a bit left in the google doc, so I’m dividing it into either 2 or 3 chapters and I’ll be posting the next parts some time in the next few days. Without further ado, enjoy my fic.


It was said that the fall from the cliff would be fatal, but you knew better. You’d seen Anthony take the dive countless times, miraculously swimming back to the surface after a few moments of submersion. It wasn’t the fall that would kill you, it was the rocks.

If you weren’t careful about where you landed, you’d hit the rocks rather than the cold embrace of the water. And yes, that would indeed be fatal.

Despite having witnessed Anthony survive the plunge time and time again, you still felt your stomach drop to your knees every time he did so. Yet he always broke through the surface only a few moments later, but still: there was always that terrifying, heart stopping moment as you watched him fall through the air, and for a fraction of a second, you were convinced that he’d miscalculated his dive, that he would hit the rocks, but luck always prevailed.

You watched through eyes darkened by worry as Anthony climbed up the set of stairs that had been built into the cliff. His curly hair was matted against his head, and his clothes were dragged down by the weight of the river water, but his face was still illuminated by a wide grin.

His eyes sparkled with a fervent and ever burning fire, a genuine sort of happiness that Anthony seemed to carry with him in his pocket, a ray of sunshine that he held close to his chest at all times.

As soon as he was close enough to reach, you smacked him playfully with the sleeve of your hoodie. “For fuck’s sake, Ant. It’s got to be thirty degrees out, and you could freeze.”

He raised his hands in surrender, grinning like an idiot. “Hey. Hey. I’m fine, aren’t I?”

“This time,” you mumbled under your breath, earning another laugh from your cousin. “You could get seriously hurt,” you told him, knowing that this was no surprise to him

“Don’t worry about it, (Y/N).” That stupid smile remained on his face. As much as you loved your cousin, it was impossible to reason with him. He paid no regard whatsoever to his own safety, preferring to but his life on the line just for the sake of fun.

You stood your ground, daring to keep your gaze steady, meeting his. You were happy to stand there staring him down until the world around you had crumbled into nothingness and your life had become as meaningless as the words on the pages of the books you read: forever to be glazed over and soon to be forgotten.

Drawing out a smile, Anthony threw his head out a let out a great bark of an Anthony Ramos laugh: loud and clear, cutting through the still air with the sharpness of a knife. “You worry too much.”

His words were thinly veiled in truth, but forever failing to contain it in its cloak of white lies. You did worry too much, but only when it came to Anthony.

You shoved his jacket out towards him. “I’m not worrying right now.” Your words slid bitterly between your teeth. You weren’t lying: in that moment, you weren’t worried at all, not now that the moment of anxiety had passed.

Anthony took the jacket, an amused look taking over his face. “What’s the matter?”

You rolled your eyes, drawing your gaze out around the park. The world seemed to be washed in various shades of grey, a cold and artificial setting for the cold and artificial people to carry on with their cold and artificial lives.

The ground was littered with empty soda cans and candy wrappers, a bitter visual reminder that teenage recklessness would always reign superior over common sense, and that the high schoolers would forever carry with them such a blatant disregard for nature, with no reason in their minds to care for preserving the beauty of the world around them.

“I think you’re being an asshole.” You offered up what you both already knew.

Anthony smirked and dug around in the pocket of his jacket for a few moments before pulling out a pack of cigarettes. “I know.” He knew. He knew it a thousand times over, just as he knew that jumping off cliffs was reckless and stupid and that smoking could give you cancer. But he couldn’t find it in himself to care, as he lit a cigarette and tucked the rest of the pack safely away in the pocket of his jacket. He slung it over his shoulder and held the cigarette loosely between his lips, in what seemed to you as some pathetic attempt to look cool.

You often struggled to define the nature of your relationship with Anthony. You were much closer than many other pairs of cousins, yet you often found yourself losing your temper with him. People constantly told you that you and Anthony acted like siblings- perhaps that was it. You were like twins, always joined at the hip when he came into town. But lately Anthony had seemed off, much different than how he usually tended to act. There was the cliff diving, and then the smoking habit which had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Anthony was a different person than he’d been when you two were little, but then again, so were you.

“It’s five, we should be getting home,” Anthony told you, all too cynical and formal. You sometimes forgot that beneath the tough and fearless exterior, Anthony cared quite a bit about pleasing adults.

“My parents won’t care,” you supplied, knowing that that was vastly untrue. But lately your parents had become intolerable, even more so than Anthony. It seemed as though all they cared about was your art, and every moment with them was spent discussing your application for CSA: California School for the Arts, the prestigious artistic school in San Francisco.

Of course, you wanted more than anything to get into the school, but the constant pressure that had been put on you by your parents had begun to take the fun and excitement out of the process. Even the act itself of doing art, which had once been an escape had started to feel like a chore. Each drawing, every painting had to be done perfectly and in such a short amount of time that you could barely remember why you’d once loved it.

“They’ll care.” Anthony spoke with a sort of finality, putting his foot down to squash any sort of disobedience. Your mother had told you to be home by five thirty, and being even a minute late would the single most horrible act a person could commit- at least in the mysterious mind of Anthony Ramos.

“You’re a dick,” you decided with the kind of nonchalance that dug down deep with intent, set out purely to get under Anthony’s skin. Sure enough, you were met with success.

“Because I jump off cliffs and want to enjoy my life instead of just letting it fly by like you do?” Anthony demanded, indignance drawing itself out in his voice.

“Because you risk your life for the sake of having fun and you think that those cigarettes will make you look cool,” you clarified. You gave way to the smallest of smirks as you crossed your arms over your chest. “But by all means, continue what you’re doing. Don’t let something as simple and irrelevant as common sense stop you.”

Anthony chuckled softly, regarding you with a smile. He seemed to be at a loss for words: he simply turned and began the walk home, way too confident that you would follow.

But you did. You always did.

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anonymous asked:

About Touka, I really enjoyed reading your thoughts on her unnatural selfless love and the foil with mutsuki. I was always thinking it was strange that her character developed so much off screen; do you think there is potential for more Touka character development? Also, what are your thoughts about her eventual death (will it get postponed at least for a while so her character develops more)?

What, who said anything about Touka dying?

A few characters developed a great deal offscreen between Tg and :Re. It happens in mostly believable ways, so I don’t think particularly even Touka’s example is surprising. Ayato went from this to this after all.

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Young

Ok so this is literally my first ever public piece of writing and I’m so proud of it. Its a Otayuri one shot I wrote based on the song Young by The Chainsmokers and yea here it is. It is also illustrated by @iamatrashfan who I’m obsessed with and the art for this song also pushed me to post this so yea… here’s to my fave otp and my first public piece ❤️❤️

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The world fell silent in the mist of cigarette smoke. Bodies pressed together in the heat of a rare summer night in Russia. Otabek flew over last week in order to visit before pre-season began. The window of the small room was cracked open for the 12 am breeze as well to let out the smoke of the cigarette being passed back and forth between Yuri and Otabek. It was a long day, Beka took him on a motorcycle ride to visit his grandpa and have dinner. Lila and Yakov were away for some ballet summer camp where they were working at meaning the teen had the apartment to himself. The two of them have been together for quite a while now and could definitely say they had memories to share. Yuri now 18 and Otabek 19 turning 20 they owned every single moment good and bad ranging from bar fights to carnival nights. But neither of them were complaining. Yuri absolutely loved the wind in his continuously growing hair when he gets on the back of Bekas bike and Otabek just loved to be with him. But they’ve had their share of arguments mater of fact they were post-cuddling at this very moment. They got into and argument with Yuras grandfather over how reckless they could be. Yuri and his stubborn attitude clashed with Otabeks calm and collective side and when Yuri let something slip his grandpa was quick to pick up on it. They hashed it out in the backyard until it was dinner time to which they dropped it for at least then. The ride back home was agonizingly silent for Otabek, he had never heard Yuri so silent and it was scaring him a little bit. They parked the bike and returned to the apartment building. Things were said and Yuri laid hands on Otabek but as soon as he pushed he was immediately snapped out of his rage. They apologized to eachother and decided to make it back to the room, both exhausted from yelling and arguing. “You know something Beks? I hate arguing with you. It sucks and I hate it. Period.” The cigarette now put out in the ashtray on the bed stand. Potya silently made her way on the bed and squished herself between the two of them purring sleepily Otabek as of instinct began to pet her. “It’s not easy to stop the argument when you let your temper take over. Its hard to talk to you especially when you begin to yell.” Yuri scoffed but knew he was right. He tended to lose any sense when we was angry know all to well when it came with Viktor and his stupid fiancé. “Yea yea I said I was sorry. Anyways you tend to get me angry every time you just stand there with that sane face and calm voice when we’re obviously arguing.” Otabek sighed, “Well one of us has to be rational in order to keep the peace in the end.” With the cigarette now put out he was able to take the opportunity to snuggle up closer to his boyfriend, basking in the scent of him. It was a mix of cologne, cigarettes, and engine oil due to the fact he works on his second bike every day, his goal to get it up and running eventually. “ Besides I like to think we grow from every argument we have.” Yuri groaned and placed his arms under his head so he can still lay on him but also be able to see his face. “Ugh here we go with your words of wisdom.” Otabek slightly chuckled. Yuri was not one of mottos and sayings but he knew what he meant by it and still listened. “What? I’m just saying that everyday we learn a little bit more than the day before it. Yura we’re still young meaning we have lots of time to figure things out.” He knew Otabek had a point, and to be frank he was pretty sure he heard something like this from Lila. “Yes and it’s one of the reasons you tend to take things slow. It took me ages for you to let me kiss you.” “Yea well I just wanna enjoy things while we can you know?” And he did know. Otabek was a man of many words when it came to the moments he shared only with him. Yuri tended to rush things but was always down for whatever Beka was comfortable with, not wanting to scare the boy away. It was safe to say they were still figuring things out, they could debate for hours on end about their own opinions, but there was always a meeting point where things just made sense. “I know what you mean but sometimes taking a chance could be worth it. I took a chance with you.” “Hmph more like you took a chance and got lucky. Beggars can’t be choosy.” Yuri laughed and hit him. “Shut up with your inspirational quotes. Just kiss me damn it.” And just that he did. Their lips met in a slow paced kiss sealing the forgotten words and punches from the day tight and away. If only they could stay this young forever.

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Request 1: Smut and cute

Request 2: Can u pls do a imagine where yn and justin are having a Q&A onstage then someone asks a dirty question which justins answers then yn tries to deny it and gets embarrassed & jokingly mad at justin. Make it cute/funny thank youu!

Warnings: Smut at the end. And the length. It’s long….

I joined two requests for this one, just to kill two birds with one stone. hope It’s still enjoyable.


It was always so fun when interacting with the fans. The way they squealed in excitment but tried their hardest to hide the elation, just to make Justin feel comfortable. No matter what anyone says or does, the true beliebers will always care and respect Justin’s emotions and feelings. 

“Hi!” The girl exclaimed in over excitment. 

“Hi sweetheart, what’s your name?” Justin asked, repositioning my legs over his lap.

“C-Crystal.” She stutters, hands trembling. It wasn’t hard to spot the tears forming in the poor girls eyes and I wouldn’t be surprised if she suddenly dropped the microphone from a sudden panic attack.

“Crsytal.” Justin repeats, as if testing the name on his tongue. “Such a beautiful name. Much cooler then Justin.” 

The crowd aw’s and giggles. “What’s your question for us beautiful?” 

The brunette whips her long beach wavy hair over her shoulder, taking a deep breath in then exhaling it with a small sigh. “Okay. This one’s for Y/N - If you hadn’t met Justin, where do you think you be right now?”

My eyes widen at the question, not expecting it to be something so deep and meaningful. “Like right now, as in right now? Or right now as in this period in my life?” I questioned through my gold encrusted microphone. It was made specifically for me after I won my first grammy, and was a gift from Justin. I’ve had it for a little over a year now but it is and will forever be my favourite microphone. Not just becuase it’s made specifically for me, but because it was given to me by someone I love with all my heart. 

“In this period of time.” Crystal answers.

“Well…” I trail off, looking towards Justin for a split second. “First of all, I don’t really know if I want to imagine life without Justin.” 

The crowd aw’s and cheers at this, and I chuckle. “But to answer your question. Honestly, I really don’t know. I met Justin during a really hard period in my life. I was suffering from a very severe case of depression and was taking very large doses of uppers. Without him, I would probably still be depressed somewhere, not making any music, or maybe even dead from the amount of medication I was taking.”

“Well thank god for Justin.” Crystal joked. The crowd cheers in agreement and I smile in response, wrapping the hand not gripping my microphone around Justin. “Agreed.”

Justin and I thank Crystal for the question and she cheerfully replies with some kind words of how much she loves us, before the man with the microphone begins moving towards another girl in spite to ask a question.“Oh my God, hello?!” 

This girl seemed to be of a darker race, with beautiful caramel skin - almost of a latin family, maybe mixed race? Young face looking no older then 14. Hair long and curly let loose in thick strands down her body. Bright blue eyes peering at the both of us in shock, but a mischievous smile planted on her face. 

“Hi.” Justin and I laugh at her almost confused greeting. “And what’s your name beautiful?” I question.

The girl smiles up at me in appreciation, responding with pride. I liked her confidence. “Asia.” 

“Asia.” I spoke in shock. “I love that name!” I exclaimed, but it sounded like a whine. “Can we name our daughter Asia?” I asked Justin. Justins face fell in shock and confusion as the crowd roared with the same emotions. 

“Daughter?! …..Are you pregnant?!”

“What? No!…But like - for future reference. Can we?”

As that was said, he untensed, a look of relief washing over. “Jesus you scared me.” He exclaimed with a hand over his heart. “Yeah - whatever - I don’t care right now. Just don’t do that again.”

I smiled and chuckled at his idioticness and shook my head while turning back over to the girl. “Alright Asia, what’s on your mind?”

“How healthy is your sex life? And do you have any kinks? Who’s whipped?” 

My mouth drops in shock, face pailing but also rising to a bright red at the question. This girl could not have been older then 13 - 14 at most! The crowd laughs and cheers at the girls question, but the only response I could muster, other then a nervous laugh was “Okay, I think we should head over to the next question.” 

Though Justin had other ideas.

With a smug smirk and raised face of what seemed to be pride, he replied solemnly with “We have a very healthy sex life. Theres action every night. Always trying something new.” 

My eyes whipped over to Justin in shock at the fact he had just announced our sex routine to not only 80,000 fans but undoubtedly the whole word. And with that much pride and ease?! He was in for it at the end of this.

“Justin!” 

“And I can definitely say Y/N’s got a few kinks.” He chuckles as if it was so obvious. 

“I do not!” I blush into the mic.

“Oh yeah? Well, I find it weird how I go from being your baby boy to your dad every time we get hot and flustered.” 

Oh my God.

“If you ask me, I don’t think being your dad and you son works. Does it?” He smirks.

“Boi, I swear to God-!” I exclaim but am soon interrupted. 

“And I’ve definently got Y/N whipped. Always.” 

“Okay, that’s enough I think. Next question please!” 

As the mic is passed down through a few more people, I can’t help but notice the smug and firm smirk on Justin’s face, as if he had just accomplished something he could brag about to all his friends, or in this case, to the entire world.

I just sigh and continue on with the Q’n’A.


“Thank you Australia!” Justin yells into the mic. “It’s Been a wonderful night.” 

After being accompanied by the cheers of the crowd, the final song finally coming to an end, Justin and the dancers ran off the stage and over to the wings, all wet with the rain from the last song and also a layer of sweat from the hard work they just put into the remainder of the show.

After handing Justin and a few other dancer’s - including Ely and Audrey - the three towels I was holding - Scooter a few other backstage crew member’s tending to the rest - I kissed Justin on the cheek, praising his hard work tonight before we both set off to his dressing room to change out of his wet clothes. 

“So…That Q’n’A during break was fun.” The smirk was so evident on his face, It was hurting having to hide the temptation of slapping it off clean.

“You know you - your very annoying.” I suddenly said, while trying hide the rising blush.

“Am I?” He smiled, only fueling my short temper further. 

“Don’t! Don’t do that Jay. This isn’t funny. Now the whole world knows about our sex life.” I pout.

Justin chuckles, looking over at me as if I was an adorable baby who had just dropped his cookie. “Aw! Does that bother you?” 

“Yes. actually, It does.” I answered smartly just as we approached the front of Justin’s dressing room. After pushing inside and locking the door firmly behind us, I handed Justin his spare clothes for the evening and placed myself aggressively on the couch, awaiting for his move to change. I was in no mood for chit-chat, just wanting to get out of here and back to the hotel.

But to no avail he did anything. Instead, he slowly crept towards me, placing himself on the seat beside me, running his right hand up and down my right thigh.

“C’mon baby girl. Don’t be like that.”

“Like what?” I spat aggressively, shoving his hand away.

But he only seemed amused by my actions. “Like that.” He chuckled, scooting closer. “I don’t like it when your mad.”

“Welp, you should of though of that before you went ahead and basically exposed our private life.” I said. But it sounded as if I was stating the most obvious thing to ever be said. 

“Babe, if you think about it, I was kind of complimenting you.” He says in attempt to lift up my mood. 

“Don’t bullshit me Justin.” I warn. He chuckles “Alright…Then at least let me make it up to you.”

As his hand begins to slide further up my thigh, quickly approaching my sensitive and slightly heated center, I couldn’t shake the sudden urge to pull back and kiss him with full force, no matter how hard I tried to avoid it. 

His lips danced on mine in such rhythmical sync, that you would think they were professional dancers which had been practicing the same routine for years. learning and perfecting every step and move. 

But before things could get anywhere, a knock on the door had us groaning and hesitantly pulling apart, Scooters voice echoing through the barrier of thick wood.

“Speed it up Justin, we need to be out of here in 5!”

Scooter’s words had me feeling even more bothered, especially after not receiving the release of tension building between my legs. Justin peered up at me through dark,  lust filled eyes, so easy to spot that he was just as bothered as I was. “Quickie?”

“Don’t even think about it.” I muttered, stepping towards the door.

There was no way I was gonna grant myself a quickie. I needed something big and tiring to release all this tension. “Just hurry up.”


The car ride was as silent as a graveyard during a cold winter night. It also held the tension you received after stepping into one too. Justin and I had our mouths shut for one reason and one reason only - sexual tension. Scooter on the other hand was just too busy typing away on his phone to care, and the driver was only doing his job so what was there to talk about? Nothing really.

After tipping the driver and checking into the hotel room, Justin, Scooter and I finally parted ways once arriving to the floor we rented out for the crew. Exchanging a good night with the sweet man, he walked off towards room 248 without another peep. 

As for Justin and I, it was a very heavy hearted walk towards room 254. Full of lust and impatience. 

It took a second for Justin to quit fumbling with the key card and the key swipe to enter the room due to all the sexual frustration, but once the sound of a click was heard, indicating a success towards the transition, it was all hell breaking loose from there. 

The door was shoved open, then slammed back shut by the force of Justin pushing me against it once we had entered the room. Forceful and lust filled kisses trailed all over my body. But a large pause from me once feeling Justin’s attempt in removing my top. 

As much to Justin’s dismay, I pulled away from the kiss and slightly breached out of his grasp, causing his hand to drop down to his side and a frown to settle on his flawless face. “Y/N.” he whined. 

“Uh - uh.” I cooed. “All with patience baby.” 

I began staggering over towards the bathroom, dragging along my suitcase which had been delivered up here earlier. 

“What are you doing?” He questioned, eyed following and observing me every move.

You’ve got me whipped, huh? We’ll just see about that.”

And then I was off.

JUSTIN’S POV.

Startled? Confused? I couldn’t exactly pinpoint the exact emotion coursing through my body at this very moment, but after hearing her words echoing through my head once again, I felt as if I had a pretty good idea.

You’ve got me whipped, huh? We’ll just see about that.

It was excitment.

It had been a few seconds since Y/N had stalked into the bathroom ever so suddenly, but the shuffling noises echoing from inside told me that I was in for something a little more exciting then a small bathroom break.

And without hesitation I quickly began darting around the room, setting the scene of every romantic thing I could muster up in my sex clouded state of mind. After lighting a few small votive candles the hotel supplied, I made quick to grab and pour two cups of champagne and even went as far as taking out some of Y/N’s toys, for when I can’t be there to satisfy her.

The click of the bathroom door had my thoughts interrupted and my  body whirling around to catch sight of Y/N, standing by the door in a white strappy lingerie that hugged her curves in a way that was too good for her own good. 

And completing the outfit was a pair of fluffy white handcuffs, dangling from her fingers. “Damn Y/N. You look -”

“Shh.” She hushed, stalking towards me in a pair of bulky stiletto’s. “Shut up, you don’t get to say anything.” Once she was stood directly in front of me, I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander her glorious body, appreciating every dip and curve that made up my beautiful girl. Her hands roamed my torso, sliding in and out of my purpose shirt before settling at the hem of it, and quickly ripping  it over my head. 

Slowly stepping back as she continued to step forward, it wasn’t long before my legs hit the edge of the hotel bed, Y/N using her hand to push me down onto it before crawling ontop of me. 

Her glorious body hanging over mine, clit rubbing low on my body forcing an uncontrolled hard-on to appear. “Fuck baby girl, I-”

“Uh-uh!” she growled, eyes dancing with a putrid fire. “You really need to be put in your place. Taught the right way to respect a lady. Tell me baby boy, do you talk to your mother with that dirty, dirty mouth?” She whispered.

Her tone and choice of words had me whimpering under her. Where did she learn to do all this?

“Well,” She smirked. “It’s a good thing we have these, isn’t it?” She held up the cuffs, dangling them over my face before leaning forward and lifting both wrists high onto the bed frame. After threading the chain through the expensive bars of the headboard, she cuffed each hand tightly, making sure there was no escape for me.

She was in control, and she wanted me to know that. 

A trail of wet kisses down my neck had goosebumps chasing in its track, before she stopped, planting her lips on the spot between the crook of my neck, sucking tenderly on the skin. Her slender, manicured hand slid low down my body, sliding through the hem of my shorts before settling around my hard dick.

Rubbing and teasing the tip purposely. “Tell me baby boy, what do you want?”

“I want you.” I responded eagerly. 

“I need you to be more specific.” She smirked. “Beg for me.” She whispered.

“Put me in your mouth.” I whimpered to which she threw an innocent gaze my way. “What was that?” 

“Please put me in your mouth, baby girl.” She hummed in satisfaction before sliding down ever so slightly, until she was in line with my crotch. Her feminine hands yanking down the basketball shorts I sported without hesitation and wasting no time in licking at the swollen head of my raging dick. I looked down at the girl as she jerked my hardening cock off, only with her mouth.

She started slow but quickly sped to a pace that had me whimpering and grunting all in the fate of her mouth. “Baby-”

With a pop, my dick was released from her mouth. “What did I say?” 

“I know, but can you at least release one hand.” I begged. 

“Hmm…Only cause you’ve been a good boy. I’ll make an exception.”

After using the key the cuffs came with to unlock one cuff, she clipped it back onto the headboard, still restricting one hand. But none the less she went back to her previous actions, pleasuring me with her mouth.

Her beautiful mouth that was sending my mind into overdrive.

As she sucked and licked, nipped and bit at my dick, I ran my fingers through her hair, whimpering at every little thing she did. It wasn’t until I felt a slight gag course through her when my high really began approaching. And she must have noticed. 

“Cum, for me baby boy,” Y/N moaned against my dick as her thrusts became erratic. At the sharpness of Y/N biting into my flesh, I shuddered and twitched in her mouth as waves of pleasure upon pleasure drowned me. I shook euphorically as Y/N moaned, sending vibrations throughout my entire body and shot my warm cum inside her mouth.  I was held frozen through my orgasm before my body gave into exhaustion.

Satisfied with her work, Y/N wiped her mouth clean of any mess and swallowed my salty pleasure. running her hands over my body once more before smirking, “How was it?”

Amazing baby.” I said through heavy breaths “Where did you learn to do that?” 

“It’s a secret.” Was all she said before cuffing my wrists and placing the cuffs on my bedside table. After switching off the lamp, she cuddled into my side, holding me for dear life as we fell asleep in each others arms.


“RISE AND SHINE LOVEBIRDS, WE GOTTA LEAVE IN -”

Y/N groaned, rolling through the tossel of sheets while clutching onto my body, obviously to tired and oblivious to catch onto our surroundings. But soon reality took over and we both shot up, glancing around the room.

Cuffs on the table beside me, burnt out candles still lingering in the air, discarded - but not freshly used sex toys scattered around the floor after being kicked off the bed, me sitting naked, covered by nothing but a sheet, and Y/N’s body dressed in nothing but a revealing strappy lingerie.

Then embarrassingly enough, Scooter, Za, Khalil and worst of all, my mother, all standing by the entrance of our room.

Horrified looks planted across our faces, everyone slowly and awkwardly began to leave the room, all too embarrassed to even speak. 

All but Scooter, who just sighed. “I don’t even want to know.”

Flirting with danger

A/N: Honestly no idea where this came from but yes. Now I’m rewatching the series just because.

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“Hi Merlin.” You sing-songed passing him and the knights as you entered the castle. Not giving him enough time to gather his senses you continued through the gates hearing the faint ooos from the other men.
“And who was that?” Gwaine nudged Merlin’s side.
“Uh no one.”
“She’s no one? That’s cold Merlin.” Arthur chided as he approached from the way you had ventured.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure no one doesn’t wave ‘hi’ like that.” Percival mimicked the gesture while Gwaine feigned a bashful smile.
“She’s not no one. I mean she’s no one in particular to me- I mean-” Arthur patted Merlin’s shoulder relieving him of his verbal diarrhea.
“Lady Y/N is the daughter of Sir Farborn. She’s been visiting since she was a young girl. We used to play in the grand halls while our fathers held council. Upon Merlin joining the court she took an immediate liking to him. Her favorite game is to make Merlin turn bright red.” Arthur wiggled his eye brows and more ooos echoed out. Merlin bit his tongue hoping the moment would pass. True you were always especially nice to him but being of noble birth you were more fit for Arthur than he and were anyone to catch him trying to talk to you… Arthur might not be able to protect him from your father’s temper. Gwaine pulled Merlin aside.
“You look so pale my friend. We are only poking fun. She’s a lovely girl and I really think she has eyes for you.”
“That’s my concern. Have you heard stories of her father? He is set on his daughter having a Prince to care for her one day.”
“What does she want?”
“Does it matter?”
“Don’t let her hear you say that!” Gwaine burst into laughter again leaving Merlin grimacing.

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Requested | Harry imagine when he loses his temper and almost hits you?

Warnings | almost being hit by a lover, swearing

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Growing Up in Plaid

Originally posted by theoverlordmisha

Characters: Sister!Reader, Donna x Jody, Sam, Dean

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Some Teen Angst, Fluff, Dean being a dick

Request:  Could you do a fic with Donna and Jody being the cute moms they are, and the reader is going through puberty and dealing with all the troubles that go along with that? Like maybe a younger sibling to one of the hunters, and they’re embarrassed, but Jody or Donna is there to make them feel better?

A/N:  Hope you like this one, nonnie!  It’s been a while since puberty, but I would have loved to have these two ladies guide me through it! 


“I hate you,” you shouted, slamming the car door.  

“Wha - Y/N, come on!”  Dean shouted as you sprinted towards Jody’s front door, which opened amid the commotion.  

“Y/N, we’re going to be gone for a week tops,” Sam called to you, trying to be an intermediary between you and your eldest brother.  

“Hey, ho, there,” Jody said, stepping in front of your path into the house.  “What’s going on here?”

“They’re dropping me off like garbage,” you bellowed, eyes stinging with tears.  

“It’s just for a little while,” Sam said reasonably.

“Yeah, because the last time we left you at home you nearly burned down the bunker,” Dean shouted in annoyance.

“It was a small fire,” you snarled at your big brother.  

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anonymous asked:

Theater sounds wild and I love it so much. Do you have any more interesting theater experiences that you would feel like sharing?

I did it for six years and I love over sharing about my life omfg so of course I have more experiences and stories ask about literally anything. Also, theater is wild, and I totally recommend doing it if you get the chance!

Okay kids, let’s talk about The Fascination Station.

Okay, so if you don’t know what a Green Room is, it’s basically a place backstage in theaters where the actors can just kinda chill out and relax, maybe run lines and grab a snack to eat.

When she bought the tiny little shop space for the studio, there was one extra room and my director thought it’d be cute to turn it into our own little Green Room. She even painted it green. But like…Neon green. Claw your eyes out green. Omfg.

Throw in a beat up, very dirty couch, an almost eternally empty fridge, a couple mannequin heads, a deck of cards called “Politically Correct War”, some books literally no one has ever opened, and a prop brick wall with everyone’s names written on it, you’ve got the main college dorm room sized hang out spot for my old company.

The year is 2011. The show is Rent. It was the hottest summer on record at the time, and we did not have a functioning AC Unit.

Cast was…27, maybe 28 people. Every day, we were all very hot, very gay, and very emotional. Rent is a very emotional show, for anyone who isn’t aware of it. It’s a Rock Opera about starving artists trying to live through the AIDS epidemic in the early 90′s. The whole cast was hormonal high school aged children with shitty as fuck home lives. This was bound to get out of control from the start.

We somehow got this idea to do ‘Safe Circles’, which was deadass just “Let’s stop practicing our show and have some group therapy and cry for the rest of the day!!!”. It got fucking intense in those. Obviously I’m not going disclose anything my old cast mates said in confidence, but basically it turns out everyone had lived shitty lives filled with depression, abuse, homophobia, terminal illnesses, and all those fun things that kids love. The group crying helped people deal a bit, but it also amped up our emotions even higher- and they’d already been high considering the material we were working with, and the constant 98+ degree heat.

So people in the cast were prone to…exploding unexpectedly.

One day, we were running the act one finale number, “La Vie Boehme”. It’s a high energy song and dance that’s like, ten fucking minutes long.(here’s a clip of it from the movie- its not the full version but we had similar choreography)  We had been running it literally all morning, so…for about three hours? We were all tired, sweaty, pissy, and hungry. We just wanted to break for lunch.

And then: We all had a moment of ‘fuck this’ that united us. See, we had already been sadly forced to using the ‘School Edition’ of the Rent script, which censored some things ‘too inappropriate’, which is one thing, but also really fucking randomly cuts out verses to songs for no reason. “Christmas Bells” is cut down to like a minute long song in this edition, it’s a travesty. But anyway, we all had issues with our censored show. But there is one, truly iconic line from Rent, that takes place in “La Vie Boehme”, which even the censor-people knew to respect and leave in there.

I’m talking, of course, about the part of the song where Mark grabs the table and shoves it up and down, while yelling “MUCHO MASTURBATION!”

That was still in the censored script. That was decided to be something the teenagers performing it could handle. We all knew what fucking masturbation was at this point. We’ve all fucking been there. No one should be shocked hearing the word, especially if you want to point out that the characters being portrayed are grown adults. You can trust teenagers to maturely put on a show that involves AIDS, cross dressing, homophobia, stripping, an intense hatred for The Man, blatant heroin and crack abuse, and the withdraw that comes with it, suicide, Dog Assassins For Hire, racist police officers, and homelessness. You can trust them to say the word ‘masturbation’ in one song, right?

God, I’m literally getting pissed off remembering this omfg. Anyway, the director decided that “mucho masturbation” was ‘too inappropriate’, and wanted to censor the line to “mucho fascination”.

We rioted, but she wouldn’t be swayed. The guy playing Mark wasn’t even allowed to shake the table. The audience would have no idea. Mucho fascination is not a phrase that makes any sense!

And yes, I know, this is such a small thing to get upset about, but: 1) We were all exhausted and hungry, we’d been running the song for three hours. 2) It was about 100 degrees in there, so tempers and emotions naturally flared. 3) We were all teenagers putting on a mature show, and somehow taking away a line like that felt like an insult. It felt like an insult to our maturity, you know? Fucking hormones, man.

Okay, so here’s where the story picks up. We start running the song again, but our actor for Roger was really dehydrated at this point, and wanted to get some water out of the fridge in the Green Room. The director tells him to wait, because after this run we can break for lunch.

In the middle of the song, he just fucking pushes out of his seat and storms out of the room to get water. The director yells, “Thane! Where are you going?!” and he yells back in a fit of pure anger, “I’M GOING TO FASCINATE!”

Everyone looses their shit laughing. It was so fucking funny, and after the stressful and frustrating morning, it was just what we all needed. No one could calm down or stop laughing, so the director gave in and called the lunch break. Everyone ran into the Green Room after Thane, still cackling. I stayed behind because I had to use the bathroom. When I came out, though…

I started walking towards the Green Room, and I could hear the commotion in there. The assistant director’s cousin, Dave, was at the studio- he was probably maybe 22 at the time, and he somehow became the groups Mascot, and we always worked him into scenes, so he was there for the day to be Benny’s father in law. Anyway, I see him standing in the doorway, slowly pull out and close the door, look at me with wide eyes, as he just says “I think I can legally be arrested for seeing what I just saw in there.” before scampering off to recover alone.

Naturally, my interested was peaked and I opened the fucking door and walked in.

…I don’t want to say I walked into an orgy, because everyone was still clothed, but. If you can get that image in your head? Everyone was on top of everyone. Everyone was making out and grinding and drying humping and screaming and laughing and groping and smacking and sucking do you see where I’m going with this? The youngest in the cast was 13 and the oldest was maybe 18 or 19, but no one even cared, sexualities went out the window, find-a-warm-body-oh-wait-it’s-100-degrees-everybody-is-warm. Shit was real. Little Good Catholic School Girl me was mildly horrified, but listen, it was hot. And it went on for the entirety of the prolonged lunch break. Door locked, so the director couldn’t find out what was happening in there, of course.

This became a bit of a Historic moment for the cast. Gone was the Green Room, in was the newly dubbed Fascination Station. It became the biggest inside joke, and people did in fact keep sneaking in there to ~fascinate~ for the rest of the summer. Something about that horrendous neon green paint and cardboard brick wall with glitter pen ink on it made was suddenly making everyone unbearably horny.

And listen, at the time this felt like the most out of nowhere thing, but looking back on the circumstances we had been in every day leading up to it, all the heat and high tensions and unstable emotions and tragic back stories and singing Rent songs…Like, I’m not surprised it happened. I’m surprised our director didn’t see it coming and nip it in the bud (although I lowkey think the assistant director was on to us, but she’s fucking cool).

For all the shows after Rent, I and other stragglers from the production would always make jokes about the Fascination Station. We kept the memory alive. Things would still occasionally get pretty weird in there, and with all the right people it was great.

But it’s been so long now, and I sometimes hear new kids call it that. Kids who weren’t there for Rent, kids who I don’t even know the names off. Kids who will never find themselves in a situation that 27 teenagers found themselves in in 2011.

Those kids call the Green Room the Fascination Station. But they don’t know. They could never possibly know.

a-court-of-throne-of-glass  asked:

Nessian + "Could you just wait? Please just hold on a second!" (I'm going to keep sending these until it gets annoying also side note all of the prompts I'm sending seem to be very angsty. Hush, it's fine)

I live for the angst my friend, no worries. By the way, I LOVED THIS ONE.

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“Illyrian Publishing, how can I help you?”

Nesta rolled her eyes at her own chipper voice, trying to pay attention to the person on the other end of the line.

“I’m sorry ma'am, Spring Court Publishing is no longer in this building … Well Illyrian Publishing bought them out … Yes ma'am.”

Nesta leaned back in her chair and sent a prayer up to whatever deity was listening to save her from this stupid job. It was her first day and this was her eleventh call from someone asking her for Spring Court Publishing.

Did no one read the papers anymore? Illyrian Publishing had bought them out two months ago after a huge scandal between the CEO and some government official.

Which was how Nesta ended up there working as a damn assistant when she had a degree in English.

“Just work your way up to the top, Nesta. They have positions opening all the time, but you have to start somewhere,” her sister Feyre had said.

Feyre’s boyfriend Rhys was best buds with the CEO of Illyrian Publishing, Cassidy, Chase, Connor… some name that started with a C, Nesta really didn’t care. Well when Rhys heard they needed a new assistant because the other one, some girl named Ianthe, got a little handsy with the other employees, Feyre insisted she apply for the position.

So here she was listening to some woman rant about how Spring Court Publishing published some of her favorite author’s books and Illyrian better do the same or she’ll file a complaint and blah blah blah.

“Yes ma'am, I understand … No ma'am, we haven’t gotten rid of any of the authors previously taken care of by Spring Court.”

“Excuse me,” a male voice spoke suddenly over Nesta’s shoulder.“

“Gimme one second,” she told them without turning in her chair. “No ma'am, I can’t give you any information on when that particular author’s next book will come out … Well quite frankly ma'am I highly doubt Spring Court Publishing ever gave out that information either.”

“Excuse me,” the voice repeated.

“Could you just wait? Please just hold on a second,” Nesta snapped back at them, her temper rising. “Ma'am you are not entitled to any of that information but I’m sure if you … Well you know what name-calling isn’t going to get you anywhere!”

The person behind her laughed lowly and she growled at them without turning.

“Look ma'am,” Nesta all but shouted into her headset, “You aren’t going to bully me into finding you any information about when your next werewolf erotica book is coming out, so either send an email to your author specifically or learn to wait, but don’t call back! Thank you, have a nice damn day!”

Nesta ripped her headset off and slammed it down on the desk before putting her head in her hands and groaning.

“Well it looks like you’re having a great first day,” the male voice spoke up again.

Nesta lifted her head and swiveled slowly in her chair with an expression that any sane person would be running away from.

“Can I help you?” She spat, briefly noting that the man leaning casually against her desk was handsome as hell with deep golden brown skin and wavy brown hair that reached the nape of his neck. He was dressed nicely in slacks and a button up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His eyes were hazel and bright, matching his shit-eating grin.

“I just wanted to come and say hello,” he said brightly, obviously amused by her annoyance. “I heard it was your first day and thought I’d meet the new girl. The new, very beautiful girl, might I add.”

Nesta’s bitch face did not waver.

“Hi,” she deadpanned.

The stranger only grinned wider.

“So I take it your calls have been less than exciting so far.”

“Wow you’re really observant. You should become a detective.”

“Nah.” He shook his head. “I’ve got the best job in the world.”

“Well lucky you,” she mumbled. “It must be nice to get a degree and actually work in the job you want.”

“Oooo,” he sing-songed. “Do I detect some bitterness?”

Nesta only rolled her eyes.

“So I take it you haven’t dreamed of being a desk secretary all your life.”

“No. I want to write. And edit. And actually have a real job at this damn company but noooo, Feyre says I have to work my way up from the bottom. I had a perfect 4.0 GPA and now I’m at this damn desk answering calls from stupid people and I have to pretend to be chipper all the freaking time!”

Nesta only realized her voice had escalated when she felt everyone’s eyes on her in the lobby. She gulped, only to look back up at the stranger and see him still smiling down at her as if she were the best thing he’d ever seen.

“You know you and Feyre don’t resemble each other all that much,” was all he said.

Nesta blanched.

“You know Feyre?”

“Oh yeah. She’s dating my idiot best friend for some reason.”

Nesta just looked up at him, her eyes widening as the puzzle pieces slowly slipped into place. If he knew Rhys and Feyre, and Rhys said his friend was the CEO of Illyrian Publishing and hence how she got this job, then…

“Oh fuck me.”

“I’d love to. But let me introduce myself first. I’m Cassian.”

Music Series: I Have Questions by Camila Cabello

Congratulations to this Anon (thank you for the request)! You have really stumped me with this one. I have been staring at these damn lyrics for days on end, trying to figure out how to turn this song into a Harry imagine that doesn’t make him out to be a complete prick, which I refuse to do.

So, doing my best Violet Baudelaire, I pulled up my hair and worked it out and I hope it shows…my blood, my sweat, my heart, and my tears…..ha!

This is “I Have Questions” by Camila Cabello, and you can listen to it on Spotify, HERE.

xo

Shelli

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Why did you leave me here to burn?

I’m way too young to be this hurt

I feel doomed in hotel rooms

Staring straight up at the wall

Counting wounds and I am tryin’ to numb them all

“But…why?” you cried to Harry. “What…what did I do? I don’t understand!”

“It’s over,” he says, bluntly, giving you no good explanation. “It’s better this way.”

You weeped like a young child as Harry walked out of your life, leaving you in a puddle on your living room floor. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think. Your world was lost in your eyes. The man you had spent the past year and a half with had just broken your heart and not even given you an explanation why.

You replayed the conversation in your mind over and over again, but could make no sense of it at all. Something about lack of trust in each other, and too many coincidences, and he was done. ‘I love you but I don’t need this stress in my life right now’, he had said.

You were shattered and confused and just felt…numb.

Do you care, do you care?

Why don’t you care?

I gave you all of me

My blood, my sweat, my heart, and my tears

Why don’t you care, why don’t you care?

I was there, I was there, when no one was

Now you’re gone and I’m here

You couldn’t believe it. Lack of trust? You never doubted his trust, and how could he doubt yours? Besides his close family, you were the only person who had been there for him, unconditionally, when no one else had been. You never exposed any of his life to people, and you truly cared about him. You gave him every part of your life, for him to turn around one day and say it was over and walk away, not even giving you opportunity to discuss why or what had happened. He just left. You were crushed. You loved Harry with every ounce of your being, every measure of your heart…and he broke you. How would you ever be able to trust anyone again? How would you ever give your heart to anyone ever again? And why would you want to?

I have questions for you

Number one, tell me who you think you are?

You’ve got some nerve tryin’ to tear my faith apart

(I have questions for you)

Number two, why would you try and play me for a fool?

I should have never, ever, ever trusted you

(I have questions)

Number three, why weren’t you, who you swore that you would be?

I have questions, I’ve got questions haunting me

I have questions for you

There he was.

You hadn’t planned it. But it happened.

For weeks you had dealt, alone, with trying to heal. The first day or two you had tried calling, sent a couple of texts, begging him to please, tell you what you did wrong. Why he suddenly decided it was over. But he ignored your calls and texts, which hurt even worse, you thought, than whatever cruel words he could have said had he answered them.

You had decided that you were going to have to accept what had happened and move on. Maybe it would just be easier to think Harry wasn’t the sweet, caring, thoughtful, amazing man you thought he was. Maybe under that charming, endearing exterior, just maybe he was actually a dick. You had a hard time believing it, but given the circumstances, he gave you few other opinions to mull.

Until that day, when you saw him walking out of the small grocery he sometimes shopped at, small bag in one hand and juggling his keys, phone, and a water bottle, all in his other, while walking toward the door of his vehicle. You thought you had done well up until that point at shoving down your emotions to try and not feel them…until you saw him.

It took only a few seconds for you to drive your car up next to his, preventing him from getting into his. He looked at you at first with surprise, then irritation as he pursed his lips and set his jaw. Climbing from the driver’s seat of your own car, you slam the door shut and walk to him, shocking him a bit with your uncharacteristic temper.

“Who do you think you are? Just ending everything after all we’ve been through together, and think that you owe me no explanation in return!” Harry sighs as he listens. “How could you do that to me?! Break up with me…fine! But not even have the fuckin’ balls to tell me why or give us a chance to talk it out and try to keep our friendship?” you yell at him.

“I feel like a complete ass for thinking you were different! Different from all the other assholes that broke my heart in the past! But you’re no different! I trusted you! And fuck you for thinking you couldn’t trust me! I gave you everything! Every part of me! I never gave you fucking reasons to doubt my faithfulness or love for you! And you ended up being just like all the rest of the losers who have broken my heart, and you promised you would never do that to me! You promised! And you did! You lied! You aren’t the person that everyone thinks you are. You’re a fuckin’ liar and a coward, and I’m better off without you!”

My, my name was safest in your mouth

And why’d you have to go and spit it out?

Oh, your voice, it was the most familiar sound

But it sounds so dangerous to me now

Harry stood in shock by his car as he watched your taillights speed away down the road, leaving him next to his car, holding his bag with his jaw dropped.

In all the time you and Harry had been together, not once had he ever had to worry about you blemishing his ‘image’, whether accidental or intentional, by posting something on your social media that would reflect poorly on him, doing something that he would get chewed out for later by his team. You respected his need for, but lack of, privacy. And here he had thrown all of that right back into your face.

Harry had his reasons for doing what he did, and how he did it…whether they were good reasons or not he was beginning to doubt. Seeing you unexpectedly…hearing your voice…seeing the anger and hurt on your face…maybe he had been too rash. Maybe he had run to you in haste when he broke up with you, giving you no say in the matter, and not even attempting to talk it out.

Maybe.

How do I fix it? Can we talk? Can we communicate? Can we talk? Do I wanna fix it?

I have questions for you (I’m afraid of you)

Is it my fault? Is it my fault? Do you miss me?

I have questions

He deserved every word of it, you told yourself, trying to convince yourself that you weren’t too horrible to him for the tongue-lashing you gave him. So why were regrets and guilt and sadness creeping in on you? You knew you completely shocked him. You could tell by the look on his face when you left the scene. But that part of you that still loved Harry was hurting. You had never talked to him like that in your life.

Would you ever be able to fix things with Harry? Salvage a friendship someday? If only he had sat you down that first day and tried to explain why he was breaking up. It would have still hurt you terribly, but at least maybe you would still be friends, but now you realized your fate was probably sealed in that area.

You weren’t even sure that you wanted to be his friend anymore. He hurt you. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was better this way. You questioned yourself, wondering if there was something you could have done to make him hate you so much that he would break up with you, but you couldn’t think of anything. The two of you never even fought. You had a good friendship and a good solid relationship…or so you thought.

And even with all of the thoughts coursing through your mind, and all of the horrible things you said to him in anger…you still missed him. You loved him. He hurt you, broke your heart, yet you still loved him. How messed up was that? What was worse was you wondered if he still loved you. If he missed you, too.

You wipe away the tears that you hadn’t even realized had pooled in your eyes and slid down your cheeks, as you walk to turn off the light of your living room and go to bed. As you check your front door to make sure it’s locked, you jump as you hear a loud knock coming from the other side. Your hand covers your heart as you catch your breath and grin slightly from the quick panic the knock had brought.

You turn the locks on the door and open, seeing Harry with red, swollen eyes on the other side, obvious he had been crying. Your slight grin turns downward as you are caught between wanting to know if he’s okay, and wanting to kick his ass down the street. You look at him confidently and bravely, feeling every word you had previously spoken to him choke you.

“You’re right,” he spoke with tight throat and trembling chin. “I’m a coward. And a liar. And I’m sorry. And I’d like a chance for us to talk, if you’ll allow it.”

La Belle et le Bete... the 2017 spin

I just saw Beauty and the Beast and…

Well…

How does a moment last forever?

The thing about Beauty and the Beast… I was too young to see it in the theatres, and my father bought me a laser disc copy to watch a year later. I fell in love with Belle, Belle’s dress (and that was why yellow was my favorite color as a child), and the whole magic of this story. Beauty and the Beast (1991) holds a very important piece of my childhood – this movie means a lot to me.

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truth behind BOTDF's break up

With respect, and all honestly, I feel that it is only the right of any fan out there to know why I left Blood on the Dance Floor a few months ago.

As an artist who has changed not only how they look physically, but how they think, write, and create, I began to feel constricted and creatively limited by the other half of the group. It’s started around 2014 after we had made some progression of having a real message for the young people who made up 80% of the fan base, the music sales started to go down because streaming had become the new way of listening to music instead of iTunes downloads. He panicked and insisted in writing material that was based around the older concept of the group. ( unnecessarily offensive and overly sexual ) when your fan base is made of teens, these are usually subjects you’d want to avoid. When I joined at 18, I didn’t feel that inappropriate about it, until I became older, and felt like a pervert singing these songs to kids.

I went a few years touring and working for the band, but Dahvie insisted not paying me. Instead, he wanted to be somewhat of a caretaker and played that role from the beginning. I allowed it, because I was young, and overwhelmed by the glory of being 18, and touring the nation to meet people that enjoyed the same things I did. I was too timid, and with Dahvie’s short temper that he had displayed on many occasions by firing his employees with absolutely no reasoning, I feared that I would be next. I didn’t want to push his buttons, and be left with nothing. He paid my phone bill, payed my car insurance, my half of the rent, as well as my medical insurance. Instead of just paying me how an employee should be, but I had enough of this weird “daddy” relationship. My mother would always ask why I never had any money, or why I couldn’t afford to go see her in my hometown in Florida. It’s ruined relationships for me with not just boyfriends, but people that worked for him, and other bands we toured with. I was manipulated to dislike anyone who tried to call him out.

At some point a few years into the band’s career, I had a long talk with him about maybe just paying me so he didn’t have to take care of me all the time. He gave in, and put me on retainer that was mostly late or incomplete to our agreement. Instead, he kept me under his thumb so as to make sure I couldn’t leave and was co-dependent on our relationship. When the band had a manager, He became responsible for paying me, and it lasted for almost a year. Until the manager was fired
There were times when I literally had nothing yet Dahvie was spending lavishly on ridiculous novelties, custom made clothing, and flying random girls in to stay/live with us.

I finally started to work independently, after “getting permission” from Dahvie in late 2014, and that’s how I stayed alive.

About a year ago, I had gotten very sick, for a while, and then shortly after was diagnosed HIV+ and I needed to get medication and medical help started. Yet, there was a tour that was booked for the band. As I saw it, there won’t be a tour if I’m physically not up to it, but Dahvie saw it differently. He just kept pushing it in my face that we couldn’t afford to cancel the tour, and that any medical help that I need would just have to wait until we came back for my treatment. He couldn’t afford tour because the extreme $60,000 debt Dahvie had put himself in (despite having just bought himself a new car.) So, I reluctantly agreed against my better judgment to go out on tour and was dragged all through the country, sick as a dog, and waited it out. The tour ended up being a total bust, the attendance was lower than ever before, the fans were being charged an arm and a leg for a VIP meet and greet that either was late, and rushed because Dahvie was the hotel with a girl. Or was cancelled completely because the shows weren’t happening. Dates were cancelled left and right by promoters, and venue owners that had heard about Dahvie’s reputation. When we finally got home, I immediately got treatment, and after a few months had passed and a new health routine, I was back to myself. I am now undetectable and healthy, according to my doctors. I am very lucky and especially thankful to everyone who had been there with me along the way.

In October we released “Scissors” the last album we did together. I wrote every song on the deluxe version with the exception of 2. Dahvie paid me $1,000 to write all of that material in less than 2 week period. It was just too much work for too little money and after what happened with the last tour and just a general feeling of being taken advantage of by Dahvie for a long time, I left the band.

I needed a new life. I couldn’t live in that situation anymore. Yet, I had no where to go, and he knew that, so he took advantage of what he could until I couldn’t take it any longer. So I left. Dahvie ended up abruptly moving to Ohio to be with his then girlfriend and I was left essentially homeless. So I ended up moving back to Arizona with my friend and am living a quiet desert farm life in Tucson while I rebuild my life and start a new career.

Recently, Dahvie opted to continue to tour as Blood on the Dance Floor, still selling merch with my name and face on it, signing my name onto posters I’ve never seen or touched and, obviously, still playing music I wrote for him. On top of not being paid for any of these merch sales using my likeness, he’s now saying that he’s out on stage performing in my honor, obviously trying to capitalize on my “illness”, as he has referred to it to fans.
I feel his statement about me, was insensitive, and unnecessary. I have been through hell and back, and still fighting, and I feel like I’m being mocked by him as some kind of cruel joke.

I’ve always told fans to not be afraid to speak your mind and embrace your true self, so I’m taking my own advice. My peace is now said I’m closing the book of on it. I still love music and will continue to create. I love all the people who have stood by me all these years and who will still continue to stand with me during these times of new growth.

You’re all the only reason I exist. Thank you all.

You’re the One That I Want

So this is my first fic request from @2jaekisses with the prompt “cop!youngjae and badboy!jaebum”! I’ve never done a fic request before so I was really nervous about this and I don’t know if you wanted it this angsty but it gets fluffy and flirty at the end I promise! 

Rated: T
Progress: Completed/One-Shot
Pairing: 2jae
Word Count: 10,283
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Description:  What started off as a routine call for small town cop Choi Youngjae turned out to be anything but when he met a foul-mouthed, bad-tempered man named Im Jaebum.

Important Author’s Note: There is some implied homophobia from an OC who isn’t actually in the story. However, a conversation will take place where one homophobic slur is mentioned. I just wanted to mention this ahead of time.

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anonymous asked:

What could RT be thinking putting BMBLB there while they just put two songs earlier for Blake and monkey-boy? Also, making Blake blush at monkey-boy's antics and having him as a date in the school dance and all that winking-flirting shiz. And now they're trying to push through with BB? Are they doing it for the views and for milking out from fans? That's just not cool. Building up BS and teasing BB now...unless you could prove me wrong here...?

okay, this got long

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