#<- totally not because of the imas cards

[idolrinko]

HIHI :33 could I request b-komachi (the new group with kana, ruby, and mem-cho) oshi no ko rentry graphics? :3 Please and thank you!! ^_^

ofc!!! these took a while, but im super happy with how they turned out!!!

[golbrocklovely]

Coachella hard launch was not on my 2024 bingo card, and for Colby to hard launch.. go off king.. he really said I’m sick of y’all.. now ima throw it in your faces.. I’m so happy for Colby.. after the last year he deserves this. Do I like Malia.. not a whole lot because we don���t know enough about her but ill tolerate her.. and I’m sure I’ll warm up to her, if we get to know her more.. main thing is Colby’s happy and that’s all I want

yeah, i think it's totally fine to not like her rn just bc you don't know her. i'm very much straight down the middle with her, with some positive leanings just bc she seems nice enough.

and seriously, i'm so happy he announced it now. bc anyone that's been paying attention like the lot of us on here knows they've been together for a while. so he was bound to announce it at some point.

maybe now some of the haters across all platforms will quiet down now since hey - if you so blatantly start hating on the girl colby's ACTUALLY dating, you're gonna look like a piece of shit.

not to mention let's be honest, colby's gonna be lurking now and seeing who's saying what. so yall be careful out there, and maybe think twice before you say something mean lol

and like i said before, i'm so happy for him. i've wanted him to find someone, to be in love, and i'm happy he has that now.

[hyunlixsbbygirl]

I AM ALREADY SCREAMING

(This is drama talk btw - Only Friends ep 12)

THE FIRST FUCKING SCENE IS A THREESOME KISS ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! I don’t think Sand loves Boeing the way Ray is thinking though. I think Sand loves what he had Boeing but ultimately he’ll realize that what they had, they’ll never have again so his love for Boeing is that of past Boeing not current Boeing or even future Boeing where as with Ray - Sand loves the current Ray and the future Ray and loves what he has with Ray now. Sandray is end game anyway like they have to be.

How did I forget Boeing tried to get back with Top and then attempt to get with Mew 🤦🏻‍♀️ like Boeing doesn’t want Sand back because he still loves him - he wants Sand because he thinks Sand is easy to get with. He just wants something physical and is using the ex card to mess with Sand’s head. Ugh all the assholes just have to be hot don’t they?

I know others are going to say that Boston’s apology was half assed and that the group is going to let him back in too easily BUT I personally think the tone of his voice speaks louder than his apology. If you think about it; his tone isn’t the same as the other times he half assed an apology - it sounds more broken than it used to which indicates, to me, that it’s genuine. Plus, we all know that Boston has MEGA issues when it comes to actually showing emotions. He doesn’t like feeling vulnerable and weak in front of others so if you put that into consideration as well, I think the apology was genuine and he does really feel horrible about everything that has happened.

I love that Top is willing to give up his inheritance in order to start over with Mew - it shows just how dedicated Top is to Mew. I mean, who would actually give up their inheritance that gives them an easy life in order to start from the bottom and work their way back up with the person they love? Not many. Anything I ever said about Top has been thrown out, I actually do like Top now that we were given more of his story and see his true personality shining through.

It’s weird seeing Boston be so… domestic? Like, I was honestly expecting him to be more of the kind of boyfriend that is only caring and loving in private and is more like well an asshole when in public. You know, the way he has been in the past? Other than Ray, I think Boston had a lot of character development throughout the show - I never thought we’d see Boston like be all lovey with Nick like this. I am obsessed with this relationship though - I know Boston is scared of the future and just wants to live in the present but I love that Nick is giving Boston the idea that they could potentially stay together after Boston moves to New York.

Sand showing up to Ray’s social service after they got into a fight is honestly heart warming. It shows that he’s choosing Ray over Boeing because like I said before; he loves what he has with Ray now and he loves Ray in the present where as he loves what Boeing used to be. I love watching Sand and Ray with these kids! Like imagine them as parents?!?!?! UGH Ima need a season 2 where they adopt some children.

I am so glad Ray told Sand what he knows about Boeing going after Top first! Sand may think he loves Boeing still but AGAIN he loves what they had and once he realizes that Boeing just wants some physical attention from someone and not Sand in general - Sand will realize exactly what I just said. Facts are facts and Sand loves Ray more than he ever loved Boeing. Period.

I honestly would love to see Top become friends with Ray and Sand - I feel like him and Ray could have some similarities in terms of substance use and with Top and Sand, I feel like they’re both hopeless romantics that could spend hours talking about plans they have for Mew and Ray.

The way Sand looks at Ray while he’s going off about how he enjoys listening to music with him with their arms wrapped around each other - yeah Sand is in love with Ray and Boeing is totally out of the picture. Oop, Mew is here too is he? When he pull up you know it’s a show down (I’m sorry). But for real, I am so glad Mew came to back up Ray on this issue and finally kick Boeing to the curb.

DOG? OWNER?

Ima need someone to write a fanfic where Ray tops Sand and has him wear a dog collar and obey his every command like right the fuck now! Imagine how hot that would be?!?!?!

I digress…

Ray: All I do is win win win no matter what

This communication though with Top and Mew?! YES!!! We love healthy communication in this house - talking about their faults and letting each other know what irritates them is just beautiful. This is what true love is about man, like if my future partner and I don’t do this - then forget the relationship!

Awe Nick and Boston making out in the club as they slow dance is absolutely adorable! I love the idea of being kissed on the dance floor, like it’s just so romantic in my eyes. Boston honestly would make a great boyfriend if he could only allow himself to show more emotions to others. Right now I think he’s trying his best for Nick’s sake but that’s just it - he’s doing it for Nick and not for them as a couple.

Boeing….

Of course. Boston just had to go and make out with Boeing while he’s supposed to be Nick’s boyfriend. Yup, I figured Nick would catch them too. I predict that Nick is going to end this with Boston long before he leaves for New York - at the end of the day Nick is going to see that he truly isn’t ever going to be the one and only for Boston despite Boston telling him otherwise. Boston honestly needs to like, go to convent of women and heal himself from what ever is making him like this before he can even think about having a true relationship with anyone.

YOU GO NICK! I am so glad that Nick is speaking his feelings, he wants to be the exclusive person in Boston’s life where Boston just wants Nick to be the emotions but still wants others for the physical things because he can’t just commit to one person and one person only. Honestly, as much as I was hoping for Nick and Boston to be end game at first - I hope they aren’t because like Sand said; Nick deserves so much better than Boston and he can do so much better. Like, can we make Nick and Dan end game instead?

SEE? Boston knows how to apologize. I think that talk with Nick really helped Boston see that if he doesn’t allow himself to feel his emotions than he’s never going to heal and become a better person. Mew is also forcing him to realize this by telling him that just changing himself on the outside won’t change anything inside. I hope Boston really marinates on that and realizes that he’s never going to truly be happy until he changes himself inside.

Ooh truth or dare? I’m nervous about this ngl.

MEW SIR!!! Daring Sand to kiss Top?! You cheeky little boy. Never did I think I would be watching Sand kiss three different people in one episode but yet here we are like what?!?!? First is just adding more and more people to his list of actors he’s kissed and honestly I’m here for it. I will legit pass away if we witness Sand kiss anyone else though like imagine he kisses Boston or Mew next? Honestly, get it First!

I genuinely feel bad for Boston, you can tell that now he’s really reflecting on his choices and regretting nearly all of them. He’s seeing the consequences of his actions - which he should - but it’s really making him think about how much of a shitty person he’s been in the past. I personally just hope he doesn’t do what Ray did and just mask his problems with alcohol. I do really want him to heal and improve his life. Especially after the scene with Nick, like I just feel like Boston really needs to find himself and learn from his mistakes. It’s heart breaking a little because you can tell that he was really starting to fall for Nick despite knowing that he’s not quite ready to commit.

I would like to know more about what happened with Top when he was a child, like he’s clearly scared of fires so like I need an explanation.

Sand and Ray are absolutely adorable, I love them so much. I need a whole season of nothing but them being all cute and loving while they attend all those music festivals. I also need a scene where they both say ‘I love you’ to each other. Like I just need more of my babies.

*sobs*

It’s over. I am big sad now.

I will say that the show was honestly incredible and probably one of the best I’ve seen. There was so much going on but it never felt confusing or rushed. I also loved all of the character development and the storyline in general. Now that it’s over though, I will be hiding in my blanket fort, eating Dino nuggies and sobbing about the show being over.

[samsspambox]

The 'Aetem + pierced ears' post is giving me "Wotakoi + Nifuji piercing his ears bc he saw Neru date a guy who had them" brainrot? Like... an AU...why do I imagine a version of Artem doing this sort of thing? 😳

HI HI! putting the nonnie here again bc I feel like I didn't elaborate enough on the last ask and wanted to make a proper post about artem with piercings!

ima be honest tho, i have not seen Wotakoi but have seen snipetts from tiktok reviewers to have a general idea of how it goes (it has been on my watch list for a while now, i just haven't gotten around to it)

anyway: artem with piercings. ever since that scene in 6.2 where he's like:

and that got my monkey brain thinking, you know? cuz first of all artem at a party? hmmm,,, and then the earring part!! and then with me being me, i had to find some way to prove to myself (and yall) that artem could have pierced ears. so!

Artem with Piercings? It’s more likely than you think.

an observation/analysis on artem and the possibility that he has pierced ears.

(~600 words)

Aight so, as mentioned in a previous theory, I'm betting good money on Artem having either closed piercings or having actual piercings without the studs in. It follows a pattern I've mentioned before, but that’s not the only reason I think Artem has piercings. Like yeah, in 6.2 he says that he wore earrings to a party (he went to parties?) but I would assume that he wore clip-on. After all, his sprite doesn't show any holes, right? Well… let’s look at Marius’ idle sprite. 

The sprite itself has four earrings on the left side and none on the right (considering he’s the one who did at least one of the piercings, it makes sense they’re on his left). Looking through stories and cards where he’s wearing a suit, he doesn’t take out the earrings. He witches them out for ones that don’t call as much attention to them compared to events where he can dress up (re: Fabulous Feast vs. Main Story 7). 

'But what’s the point?' I hear you ask. Well, mostly to get you focused on his ear. We don’t have a sprite where a person known to have earrings… doesn't have them on. This goes for MC as well. A brief glance into cards where they appear always has them wearing a pair of earrings, so we don’t have that baseline as to what ears in this universe look like if they have a piercing but don't have an earring. 

Anyway, aside from the theory, why would I think Artem had piercings at one point? Well, I’d cite teenage rebellion or something similar. In his revisiting youth card (which im still fucking salty i didnt get fuck you mr. wing) he says he knows how to pick locks. Idk what type of pin mc was wearing that day but the fact that Artem ‘I get called an emotionless robot by the media’ Wing can pick a lock using a pin that he’s not really familiar with?? Idk man something ain’t adding up here. 

There’s also the fact that his mom called him ‘Difficult to deal with’ as a teenager. Now, let’s not jump the gun and say Artem was a full on bad boy, far from it. Back to his revisiting youth card, we’ve seen the outline of Artem’s highschool portrait. We know that while stand-off-ish, he was generally a good kid. But you can be a good kid while being difficult to deal with. Honestly when someone won't approach you for some bullshit reason, there has to be some way to pass time. Especially in a closed environment like school. Hence: lock picking. People like learning how to break into things because they can, not because they use the skill.

But then when do we get to the earrings? Well, we get to them at the same time. Gifted Kid Artem Wing was probably bored, already had the reputation of being a loner (not a total one but one with acquaintances), and was in an environment that both facilitated and spread bad ideas. All Artem had to hear was people talking about piercings for him to get the idea. It’s entirely plausible that Artem got piercings on a whim. After all, no one is going to tell him otherwise. 

Now I do think he let them close out if he did get them. Going back to Marius having earrings, he changes them when it comes to corporate matters or just day to day. Idk if I’m just assuming but isn’t it a thing in corporate culture to just, you know, not have earrings? Marius gets a pass because he’s the protagonist he’s the CEO of the company. You’re not gonna tell the CEO to go change, are you? Artem, while being the senior partner, still is Celestine’s employee. I’m 90% sure Celestine wouldn’t mind because it's Artem, but better to err on the side of caution, right? 

So there’s a 50/50 chance he either has piercings that aren’t closed (since we don’t have a sprite to show us what that looks like) or he has them closed.

and yeah! that's my long-winded ramble. thank you for asking!!

[thefactsofthematter]

hi bestie <3 you said send in some requests, so i'm suggesting:

javid with, "it's not okay! you're not fine!"?

i hope you have a good day !!!

hi bestie <333 i had so much fun with this, i haven't done a short little fic in ages!! here's a 2.7k javid fic - a college au and a classic (emotional) hurt/comfort type deal, heavy on the comfort ;)

-

"Wanna come for dinner at my parents' house tonight?"

Davey is laying on Jack's couch after his last class of the day, since Jack's apartment is just off campus, and it's a ridiculously convenient place to go nap after a long day of school. He honestly spends more time here than at his own apartment that he shares with his sister, a short train ride away.

"I'd love to," Jack replies, his gaze still glued to his computer screen, "but I totally forgot I have an art history paper due at midnight, analyzing a painting, and I haven't started. It needs to be ten pages, and I don't even have an outline. I'm gonna sit here and write until my eyeballs fall out."

Davey laughs softly.

"That sucks. Do you at least have some research done?"

Jack turns to him with completely dead eyes.

"Not a single academic source."

Davey glances at the clock. Jack has seven hours to pull this off, which is doable, but... intense. It would've been a lot easier to spread it out over a few afternoons, and it'll be a painful squeeze to get ten comprehensible pages of writing done tonight. Jack can write decently fast, but his spelling and grammar are atrocious, so he'll have to factor in editing time too. Davey is not envious of these circumstances in the slightest.

"Shit. Good luck. That sounds awful, but I'm rooting for you. What's your prof's late assignment policy?"

Jack, entirely beaten down, leans forward to rest his forehead on his keyboard.

"He won't accept them past the due date without a good reason... which I don't have. I'm just an idiot and forgot to put it in my planner— thank god Romeo texted me today to ask if I was done."

Davey pushes himself up and walks over to where Jack is sitting at his little dining table, under the constantly-flickering fluorescent bulb. He wraps his arms around Jack's shoulders and kisses the back of his neck.

"You got this. I'll come back here after dinner and bring you leftovers, okay? My mom's gonna be sad you couldn't make it, so she'll totally pack up a plate for you."

"You don't have to come all the way here," Jack sighs. "Your place is closer to your parents, and this is out of your way— you have work in the morning anyways, so you should go home and go to bed. I'll be fine, I'll probably write faster alone anyways."

Davey kisses him again, this time leaning around to plant one on his cheek.

"If you're sure." Jack's plan is probably the smart move, since Davey's shifts at his stupid coffee shop job start ridiculously early, and coming here would mean staying up with Jack until he finishes, probably distracting him. "In that case, I'll see you tomorrow after work, and I'll bring the food then... keep me posted about the paper, text me when you finish. And make sure you eat something."

Jack turns back to look at him with a strained, stressed attempt at a smile.

"For sure. Go have a nice time with your family, and tell everyone I say hi."

-

"Aba, you're doing it wrong. You have to use your left arm."

It's getting late in the evening, dinner has been eaten, and Les is trying to coordinate the family to make a TikTok with him. It's not exactly going well.

"My left or your left?"

"It doesn't matter, we have the same left!"

Davey has thankfully been placed in the back row, both because he's tall and lanky, and because he's so uncoordinated that Mom used to make you wear one of those leash backpacks as a kid to keep you from wandering into traffic... which is true, but Davey isn't sure why Les even knows about that. He certainly wasn't around yet when that was the case, so he probably heard it from Sarah.

While Les tries once again to explain how this little dance is supposed to work, Davey's phone starts to buzz in his pocket. It's probably a spam call, but he's not particularly invested in the dance lesson so he pulls it out to check.

Incoming call: cowboy babyy 💖🤠

Davey frowns. Jack never calls him. It's always texts or voice memos, since he's got some kind of weird aversion to talking on the phone. If he's calling, it must be important.

"Hi babe," he says, pressing his phone to his ear and walking off to his old bedroom to get some quiet, while Les shouts at him in the background for not taking this seriously. "How's the homework going?"

Jack is quiet for a second too long as Davey toes the door shut.

"...Not great. I'm really frustrated." He pauses and sniffles a little, sounding almost like he's holding back tears. "I don't know why I called you while you're having a good time with your family, though. I shouldn't be bugging you."

"Hey," Davey breathes, "you're not bugging me at all, sweetheart. Is the paper not going well?"

"I just... I'm so bad at writing, and I don't know what I'm talking about, and I have no idea how I'm gonna get this done in time." His voice is shaking, and it's breaking Davey's heart a little. "I'm being dramatic, though. I just need to keep working on it."

Davey sits down on the edge of what's now a guest bed, his old outer space-themed comforter replaced with something more neutral.

"You're not dramatic, it's okay to be upset. Do you want me to come over and help?"

Jack's breath hitches softly, and it confirms that he's almost definitely crying.

"You don't have to, you're busy with your folks. I'm sorry for calling." He shudders a little as he must try to take a deep breath. "It's okay... I'm fine."

Davey sighs, almost exasperated with Jack's self-sacrificial sense of pride. He'll never ask for anything for himself, not wanting anyone to go out of their way for him, even when he seems to be having a panic attack of sorts.

"It's not okay; you're clearly not fine, Jackie," he replies. "We already ate, and I'm not busy. If you want me to come over, I'll be there... do you?"

Jack is quiet for a moment again, taking a deep, shaky breath.

"Yeah. I do."

Davey nods, though Jack can't see him.

"Okay. I want you to take a little break from writing until I get there, alright? Change into your pyjamas and have a glass of water. Try to relax a little."

"Okay... thanks Davey."

The call ends, and Davey rejoins his family while tucking his phone away in his pocket.

"I have to go." He kisses his mother on the head as he walks by. "Thanks for dinner, Ima."

"Is everything okay?" she asks, catching him gently by the elbow before he can get too far.

"Yeah..." he sighs. "Jack's just having a hard time with homework, I'm gonna go help him out."

His father ruffles his hair and gives him a quick hug.

"You're a good boy, David. Take him those leftovers— your mother's cooking can fix anything."

"For sure. I'll see you guys next weekend, and I'll try to bring Jack along then."

He waves goodbye to Sarah and Les, grabs the dish of food, and then sets off on a speed-walk to the nearest subway station.

-

Jack is sitting on the couch when he arrives, his knees pulled to his chest, looking very soft and cozy in pyjama pants and one of Davey's old hoodies from some baseball tournament. He's staring into space, and he hardly even moves to acknowledge Davey's presence when he walks in.

"Hey darling." Davey leaves the dish of food on the counter and crouches down in front of Jack to try and catch his eye-line. He carefully takes Jack's hands in his own. "Hanging in there?"

Jack finally looks at him and nods, but as he blinks, more tears slip out and roll down his cheeks.

"I'm only done two pages," he mumbles, practically whispering. "I don't know why it's so hard, but I just can't do it."

"Oh, Jackie..." Davey reaches up to wipe Jack's tears, cupping his face gently with both hands. "Hey, you still have three hours, right?" Jack nods. "That's lots of time. We're gonna figure this out... let's just sit here and calm down a little first. It's gonna be okay."

He climbs up onto the couch to pull Jack into a hug, and the moment he's settled, Jack wraps his arms around him and breaks, sobbing into his shoulder. Davey cards his fingers through his hair and rubs his back; he's never seen Jack this distraught, especially not over homework. There's a good chance the problem runs a lot deeper, and stressing over an assignment was simply the last straw.

"You're alright," Davey continues, since talking is what he does best, even in moments like this. Jack is shaking with the force of his tears, breathing so hard Davey worries he might hyperventilate. "Listen, it's just one assignment, my love... if you get a bad grade, or if we don't finish in time, we can deal with that. We'll hand in whatever we finish tonight, so at least you won't get a zero. Worst case scenario, you retake this class in the spring... even that doesn't sound so bad, does it? I know you could handle it, if that's what happens."

Jack nods a little, but his tears don't stop.

"I'm so tired of being stupid," he hiccups, after a long while. "I keep getting distracted, and I can't word things right, and I spell everything wrong, and- and maybe I should just drop out, because I'm clearly not meant to be doing this."

"Baby..." Davey sighs, giving him a gentle kiss on the temple. "You're so intelligent, Jack. You're almost done your degree— after this term, you've only got one year left, and it's not like you do poorly in your classes, is it? Even when it's something hard for you, like writing, you always do well when you put in the work. What did you get on your sociology paper a couple weeks ago?"

"Ninety percent," Jack mumbles, muffled by the way he's speaking into Davey's shoulder. "But I spent so long on it, and you edited it for me. I'm gonna fail this one. I can't do it in one night, and I can't write papers without your help."

"Well, I'm here to help now, aren't I?" He rests his hand midway through brushing it through Jack's hair and scratches his scalp gently, which makes Jack shiver and laugh quietly through his tears. "Right? And you can write, darling— all I do is fix up the spelling and grammar for you. The ideas and words are all you, just like when you give presentations and knock it out of the park every time. I sure can't do that."

Jack finally looks up at him.

"Yes you can. You get nervous beforehand, but when you do a presentation, it's always really good."

Davey smiles at him, now that they're actually looking at each other.

"It's hard for me, though. Just like writing is for you— but with lots of effort, you're really good at it. See my point?"

Slowly, a small smile spreads across Jack's teary-eyed face, and he nods. Davey feels rather accomplished with this development.

"I guess so." He wipes at his eyes and sighs. "Sorry about this. I'm such a mess."

"No apologies. I don't blame you for getting overwhelmed— you're in a tough spot here." He pulls Jack in for a quick kiss, which they both smile into. "I brought you dinner. Go heat it up when you're ready; I'll look over what you've written so far and see if I can come up with some more ideas to add on. We're gonna work together on it, okay? What painting did you choose?"

"The Martyrdom of Saint Matthew by Caravaggio," Jack sighs, looking almost forlornly at his computer on the table. "I have a lot to say about it, and lots of good stuff in my notes, but I just can't put it into paragraphs and sentences that make sense."

Davey nods, watching Jack as he stands up to go put the leftovers from Davey's family in the microwave.

"Well, I don't know anything about paintings, but if you talk me through it, I can help you put the actual paper together." He pauses as an idea dawns on him. "I'm gonna email your professor and ask about an extension— it might be a shot in the dark, but we should at least try. The worst he can do is say no."

"Sure," Jack replies from the kitchen, his voice still shaky. "He's a total hardass, though. Fingers crossed for a miracle."

Davey sits at the table, opens up Jack's email, and starts a draft.

Hi Professor Diaz,

Apologies for the short notice, but I'm wondering if it would be possible to have an extension on the analysis assignment, even if it's just by a few hours. I unfortunately mixed up some due dates in my planner, and I thought I had an extra week for this assignment; I only realized the mistake today, so I'm currently scrambling to get it done in time.

Would it be at all possible to turn it in a few hours late, just to have a bit more time to finish it up? I would really appreciate any amount of time you're willing to give me.

Thank you in advance for your understanding, Jack Kelly

He shrugs, sends it, and sincerely hopes a little professionalism and a decent (if slightly fabricated to make Jack look less forgetful) excuse will go a long way.

-

It's quarter to eleven, the paper is now five-and-a-half pages long, and Jack isn't crying anymore. He's in the zone, talking aloud about the painting while Davey helps him get his vague ideas into concrete sentences, and they're on track to have at least seven or eight pages by the time midnight rolls around— it might not get full marks, but it'll be better than nothing.

Jack's computer dings with the sound of a new email while they're taking a two-minute break— something they've interspersed every half hour, since Jack's focus is best in shorter bouts. He's in the middle of walking laps around the apartment to get his energy out and annoy his downstairs neighbours, but he scrambles back to the computer at the noise.

"We got a reply!" he shouts.

Davey is over on the couch, and he watches Jack's face closely as he opens the email. So far, so good... and then he slumps down in his chair in a show of what could either be defeat or relief. Davey can't quite tell, so he jumps up to go read it for himself.

Sure. Email it by 11:59pm tomorrow.

Sent from my iPhone

"Yes!" Davey shouts, grabbing Jack by the shoulders. "I told you it was worth a shot!"

Jack laughs, and then reaches up to pull Davey down for a kiss.

"You're the best, Jacobs. A fucking lifesaver." He rubs at his eyes, and then pushes his computer away, across the table. "I'll deal with this tomorrow. Let's just go to bed— you still have to be up early."

Right. Davey has a dreaded Saturday morning opening shift tomorrow— they open at five, and he has to be there well in advance to get set up, so he's got no chance at getting more than a few hours of sleep. He's going to be dead on his feet in the morning, probably fuck up a few coffee orders, but it'll be worth it to have helped Jack through tonight.

Poor Jack seems completely exhausted— as anyone would be after crying so hard earlier— so collapsing into bed after washing up quickly is an utter relief. Davey, despite being tall and long-limbed, greatly enjoys being the little spoon and Jack is happy to indulge him, so they curl into the familiar position.

"Thank you for everything tonight," Jack whispers, practically into Davey's ear. "I love you so much."

Davey smiles as his eyes fall shut, and he kisses Jack's knuckles softly, where his arm is wrapped around him.

"Any time, darling. I love you too."

[kj-1130]

Listen to Me

Uswnt x reader

⚠️mentions of fighting/violence, cursing, Chad being an asshole, mentions of racism, homophobia, and sexism. Lemme know if there’s more I missed.⚠️

Main Masterlist

It was time for another camp. You were the last to arrive due to still being in school and having to be there as many hours as you possibly could.

So here you were in the airport walking towards a pissed off Alex Morgan and Christen Press.

The day before your flight to camp, you had gotten into trouble. Trouble meaning you got into a fight. And word got to your teammates.

“Hello my favorite, most amazing people in the whole wide world.”

Alex simply rolled her eyes and grabbed your suitcase before walking towards the exit with you and Christen trailing behind.

You lowered your gaze to the terminal floor. Christen tried to catch your eyes but ultimately failed and decided just to look straight forward as she talked.

“You know, you shouldn’t resort to violence, (y/n). I don’t know what happened but everyone’s pretty upset and disappointed right now.”

Ouch. The disappointment card. Just had to pull that one like you haven’t heard it just about everyday of your life. You were honestly confused if people were actually disappointed when they said it or just used it as a guilt trip.

The ride to the hotel was full of silence. And not one of those silences where you feel comfortable with the people you adore and love. It was one of those silences where it made you nervous and anxious. It made you fidget and uncomfortable.

Getting your room assignment, being with Tierna, you tried to book it up the stairs. That worked for all of five seconds until you were called into the meeting room.

You reluctantly stepped down and made your way to the space and left your suitcase by the door. In the room were almost all the responsible/‘scary when they want to be’ ones. Sitting down in a chair with a sigh, you looked down at your fidgeting hands and waited for someone to start talking.

The silence that filled the room was very tense. All that could be heard was the movement of your hands and breathing.

When you thought things couldn’t get any worse, the most mama-bear of them all, Carli, spoke up.

“You know you can lose your spot for stuff like this right? You got into a fight, this is not something you need to be taking lightly at all. I don’t care what caused it, but you need to fix whatever’s going on with your behavior and attitude because you’ve been off for the past few weeks anyway. If something like this happens again, we won’t hesitate to take some disciplinary actions ourselves. Am I clear, (y/n)?”

You mumbled ‘crystal’ and attempted to leave the room only to get pulled down by Ash. “Now do you wanna tell us what started the fight?”

You were honestly getting really uncomfortable. Any movement you were making at the moment was probably the only thing keeping you from breaking right now; the furrowing of your eyebrows, the rolling of your shoulders, scratching your arms, bouncing your leg. You probably looked crazy.

You shrugged your shoulders and started spinning in your chair.

Ash put her hand on it and prohibited it from being able to move. “That was not a suggestion.”

Sighing and dragging your hands over your face you told them, “A boy knocked books out of my hands and pushed me so I pushed him back. He didn’t like that so he threw the first punch and I wasn’t about to let him push me around so I beat his ass.”

It wasn’t a total lie but it wasn’t the full truth. Yes he did push you. And yes he did hit you first. But there was so much more to the situation than that.

“Look I’m tired and I have work I need to do. If you want to scold me anymore, just please save it for tomorrow.”

Honestly you had never run up stairs so fast. The situation was so awkward and the way everyone was staring at you didn’t make anything better. There was so much disappointment in their eyes.

It’s like what you do will never be enough for anyone.

-

The next day everyone came down from breakfast. You went to sleep after 12 due to having work piled up from your asshole teachers. It’s not like they grade half of it anyway.

You still didn’t understand one of the lessons so decided to watch some YouTube videos on it and take notes while eating breakfast. That also gave you an excuse to sit away from anyone who would possibly want to lecture you about your ‘reckless actions’.

You were the last one down. Deciding to already have headphones in—to ignore anyone calling your name—you grabbed your breakfast and sat down at a table by yourself. Pulling your notebook and pencil out, you started the video and took notes while eating.

You could feel their eyes burning holes in your head. You’d honestly prefer they just come ask what they wanted than staring at you like some museum exhibit.

You just ignored it and did your work. That was easier said than done as Casey came over, sat next to you, and snatched your earphones out.

“Hey!” You scrambled to pause the video so you didn’t miss anything. “I was watching that.”

Turning to Casey, you pushed your glasses up and gave her a look that said ‘can I help you?’

“Don’t give me that face. I’m not the one you need to be having an attitude with.”

“I-I don’t have an attitude though.”

“Stop talking.”

You purse your lips, nod your head, and start bouncing your leg waiting to hear whatever she wanted to say to you.

“Look, I don’t know what’s been going on at school or at home but everyone can tell you’re on edge. Isolating yourself isn’t going to help anyone-”

“But I’m not isolating myself.”

“Interrupt me one more time, child.”

Casey was your first team mom. When you joined the red stars, she immediately took you under her wing and she became your mentor. The two of you worked well together and she constantly kept you on track. She was very nice but could be very strict when she wanted to be.

“All I’m saying is you’re making yourself look more guilty to them because you’re sitting over here looking like you’re all up in your feelings. You aren’t in your feelings. Right? Cause that’d be another conversation I’d have to have with somebody’s child and-”

You cut her off with your chuckle and shook your head. “Casey, I’m fine.”

She nods her head and contemplates for a few seconds, “Alright, come sit at the table with me then.”

“But I’m working.”

“Okay. You can work over there too.”

You simply watched as she grabbed your phone, notebook and breakfast to the table with a gaped mouth.

You blinked at her while she mouthed ‘come here’. Reluctantly, you pushed yourself out the seat and slowly made your way over. You sat down and reached out for your phone only for Casey to snatch it away.

“I need to do my work. What did you do that for?”

“Your work can wait. Socialize,” she said while putting your phone out of work.

With raised eyebrows you said, “Seriously?”

“Does it look like I’m kidding?”

Huffing you turned in your seat and played with your food. You’d honestly lost your appetite this morning; it was only 9 in the morning and people were already testing your patience.

You looked up and your eyes locked with Carli’s.

“Stop playing with your food, (y/n).”

You put your fork down and just got up to throw your food away. You couldn’t deal with this right now.

-

The two weeks of camp was boring and went by agonizingly slow. It consisted of pretty much the same routine; you’d do work after training, work during breakfast and spend any free days or breaks by yourself (occasionally with Tierna) in your room, on your phone looking at ways to improve and tricks to do.

It became annoying when all the vets constantly reprimanded you for the smallest of things. With Carli, it’d be ‘stop playing around so much’. With Alex it’d be ‘pick up after yourself’. Even Kelley was doing it for fuck’s sake.

You honestly couldn’t wait to leave and at least be somewhere where all the attention isn’t on you.

-

When you got to the airport, your girlfriend was there waiting for you. She pulled you in her arms and any leftover tension from the past two weeks immediately went away. She always knew how to make you feel better.

The two of you drove to her house and went over some school work before going to bed for the night. It wasn’t an unusual routine between you two.

When the alarm went off in the morning both of you groaned. The school you went to was a total pain in the ass and regardless of what day it was, you could count on it to be an awful day. It was a predominately white school with only 2 percent being a person of color; you and your girlfriend being part of that 2%. Half of them were racist, sexist, homophobic, and just all around assholes.

Walking into the school building, you could immediately feel all eyes on you. Trying to get past it, the two of you just went to your lockers with your heads down.

“Aye! Look at me you freak!”

It was the same dude you got into a fight with last time(his name is Chad by the way). Apparently a black eye didn’t teach him shit.

“When I tell you to do something I expect you to do it.”

He grabs your shoulders, turns you around and pins you to the lockers.

“You see my eye?”

“Yeah, you got your ass beat by a girl. What you gonna do about it?”

He punched you in the stomach hard.

“(Y/n)!” Your girlfriend. You looked up at her and shook your head signaling her not to get involved.

“Ima make you look worse than you made me-”

“Are you sure about that? Last time you failed, what makes you think it won’t happen again?”

Chad chuckles and shakes his head.

“You think you’re all that with that equal pay shit, and your racial equality and women loving women crap. Guess what you little bitch I’m going to end you and all those lesbians and gays and anybody else who thinks they deserve equality because you don’t. You don’t belong here. Just go kill-”

You kicked him in his balls, twisted his arm behind his back, and pulled it. When you heard that crack you smirked and leaned down to his ear.

“I don’t wanna embarrass you in front of your racist, sexist, homophobic, buddies, but lemme tell you. You don’t own anybody nor are you superior to anybody. Do I make myself clear?”

He only grunted but you pulled tighter which made him yell out.

“I said, ‘do I make myself clear’?”

“Yes!”

You pushed him on the ground and walked over him to your girlfriend.

“Why in the world would do that? You know what they’re going to do to you. You might not even get invited back to camp!”

“Babe, calm down. I honestly don’t care at this point. And neither should you.”

“(Y/n) (L/n)! My office! Now!”

You gave her a kiss and walked away slowly.

“Wish me luck.”

-

“You seriously got into another fight! What is going on with you!”

It was the first thing you heard when walking into the hotel lobby. Literally everyone was there. From the youngings to the vets. Surprisingly, you were called back to camp, but you honestly think it was just so everyone could scold you. Carli was absolutely livid, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything at the moment since you were so pissed.

Walking past the team, you attempted to make it to the stairs, only for Casey to grab the back of your shirt and pull you back towards the tables. She pushed you down into a seat and took your belongings away from you.

You tried to get back up but you were only pushed down again.

Carli bent down and stared you dead in the eye.

“What is going on with you?”

“There’s nothing wrong with me. What I did was what I intended to do. It was no mistake.”

Alex interrupted, “(Y/n), you don’t understand-”

“No you don’t understand!” You stood abruptly from the chair and slammed your hands on the table. The chair fell and it was absolute silence.

You’d never been so loud. You were always on the quiet side and this was the biggest reaction anyone had ever seen from you.

You were heavily breathing, staring at Carli, the adrenaline pumping through you.

“Did they tell you what he did to me?! Did they tell you what he calls me, my girlfriend and every other female, lgbtq member, or person of color in that school?! No! Because they don’t give a shit. And they won’t give a shit until it’s one of their kids getting hurt!”

There was no dry eye in the room. Your hands were shaking and you took a deep breath to calm down. In a lower voice you spoke.

“They don’t give a damn about my well-being so why should I give a fuck about theirs?”

Taking a few more trembling breaths, you wiped the tears off your face.

“So excuse me for being off for the past few weeks. This shit will take a toll on anybody. And you can cut the bullshit with the ‘don’t fight fire with fire’ cause that’s the only way something gets through those thick ass skulls. They don’t allow you to do it peacefully. They don’t allow you to educate them.”

You looked at Casey with tears in your eyes.

“I just wanna go to school and get an education and be treated like a normal human being. What’s wrong with that?”

Crystal came over to you and caught you before you fell. She lowered you both to the floor as you sobbed your heart out. You kept mumbling ‘I’m sorry’ into her neck between breaths as she rocked you back and forth trying to console you.

Casey and Christen were the next ones over, the latter rubbing your back while the other was trying to wipe away the onslaught of tears on your face.

“Shh, shh baby. You did nothing wrong.”

Soon, every member of the team was crowded around. Tears were streaming down everyone’s face. Their baby, only 16, was going through all this stress and pain. Because of something no one deserves.

You eventually calmed down after 15 more minutes of crying. You’d been transferred to Casey’s lap, and your team mom was trying to comfort you to the best of her ability.

Casey took your face in her hands and wiped all the tears off. “You don’t need to be sorry, alright? There was nothing you did wrong. Stop saying sorry.”

You nodded your head and she kissed your forehead.

Everyone was still crying or wiping waterfalls of tears away.

They watched as you got up and searched frantically for something. You got your phone out of your backpack and turned it on. While you were pacing, the Home Screen popped up and you quickly logged in to text your girlfriend. One, because you always text her when you get to the hotel and two, if Chad and his stickman buddies hurt her, you were absolutely going to lose your shit.

When you logged in to your phone, you saw she already messaged you saying that you should talk to the others.

“Kinda late for that,” you muttered.

“What did you say, hun?” Christen asked.

You just shook your head and texted her back.

Gf: I mean we could always try to talk to the board.

You: Or

You: We could go on strike.

Gf: I-

Gf: I’m done talking to you.

You: wait no! Don’t leave me.

You: I love you

You had a frown on your face when you put your phone away.

Casey pulled you back down into her lap. “What’s with the frown?”

You groaned and threw your head back. “She’s such an asshole. She left me on read!”

The team chuckled, glad to see you was somewhat back to yourself.

Your phone dinged and you pulled it out. She said ‘I love you too, weirdo’

There were a few moments of silence as everyone was thinking of what to do.

“Can we go on strike?”

“No!”

Casey flicked your ear for that.

Tobin spoke up, “Let’s create awareness first. Maybe identify the school board, post all the school’s faults on social media. I don’t know, just some ideas.”

Carli nodded her head. “Look, we’re here for you. For everyone in that school that’s been wronged. We’re gonna help you alright?”

You nodded your head and leaned back onto your team mom.

“And if all else fails, we go on strike.”

“Oh my god.”

—————-

Lowkey think this was trash but eh. I don’t really care at this point but uh this topic is very serious and what I put in here doesn’t even compare to what happens irl.

[6nimus9]

It’s a good thing I have my library card, because I am totally checking you out.

I already replied this with a very good not reply, so Ima continue from here with the few ones I had left- (For me, then I gotta start with Rain's!)

HELLO YOU Tries to disimulate she got it wrong 💕

Awe- wait- Flirty anon.

The important part here is not the flirt, but...

"FRI-" WHO.

I NEED ANSWERS ANON WHO'S NOT REALLY AN ANON CUS I ALREADY DISCOVERED U ALL-

[youllneverknowrac]

Oscar Diaz-Party Of Seven

(Momma Bear Series)

For @princesshenney

Sunday’s were meant to be one of leisure but not for you. For you it meant going to the grocery store to stock up on enough items to feed six people and a baby for the upcoming week. It was hectic to say the least and honestly something you preferred to do alone so it would be done faster. However today everybody seemed to want to tag along. Oscar not wanting to stay alone since Alexander was being more fussy than usual. Angel not wanting to stay with just his big brothers if daddy and mommy both had to go. Carlos being a bit more clingy that usual and wanting to be at your side at all times. Anthony now wanting to come since Carlos wouldn’t be home to play with him, and Junior coming since he was home from school for the weekend and needed to do a bit of his own grocery shopping for his dormitory. So a ‘Diaz, party of seven’ outing to the grocery store it was.

“You boys buckle up back there.” You call out to the three older boys from the passenger seat. All of them crammed into the third row since the two car seats were in the second and no one wanted to sit in between them,”You too Junior.” You add, when you look over your shoulder to see him not moving.

“I’m doing it.” He mumbles, not turning back around until all of them are safely buckled.

“Thank you.” You tell him, taking Oscar’s hand in your and resting it on the middle console,”Come on, I don’t want it to get too late.” You sigh, already knowing this was going to be a long trip.

“Which store mami?” Oscar asks, knowing you usually liked to switch up.

“Sams.” You tell him, only because the baskets were bigger, meaning both little kids could sit in one together. Plus they had really tasty pizza at the entrance and you figured bribing your kids with food would be a good way to get them to behave. At least you hoped.

“Sams?” Angel asks excitedly,”I want pizza mommy, pleeeease. I wuv pizza.” He grins, Oscar finally pulling out of the driveway and heading in the right direction.

“If you all promise to be on your best behavior everybody can get a slice.” You say, all the boys excited at this information.

“Can I get a toy mommy?” Angel asks hopefully

“Yeah us too!” Carlos calls out from the back, us being him and Anthony.

“I don’t thin...”You begin, Oscar cutting you off.

“Deja de pedir cosas.” He says, glancing at all of them in the rear view mirror,”We came to get what we need and that’s it. So don’t get in that store and start asking for random little stuff,”Me entiendes?”

“Yes papa.” All three voices grumble, Angel pouting and crossing his arms. You don’t say anything and smile over at Oscar when he looks at you, bringing your guys intertwined hands to his lips and pressing a kiss to yours. You yawn and look out the window, watching the scenery fly by as the rest of the car ride is quiet. Thankfully Alex always passed out in the car, but that also meant he was going to be upset when you wake him up. And you were, because you were not carrying around the car seat just so he could sleep.

When you reach the store thankfully it wasn’t too packed ,meaning you could also get out a smidge faster,“Ima go grab a basket.” Oscar says once he finds a spot that wasn’t too far away and parks in it.

“Okay.” You reply and open up the passenger door, all the boys taking off their seat belts, even Angel who mastered how to do it a few days ago. You go to Alexander’s side first and take your time taking him out. Your youngest son wasting no time in protesting as a soft cry turns into a full blow wail,”It’s okay my baby.” You say, holding him to your chest and shushing him,”Grab the diaper bag. One of you.” You order the older boys before going around to the other side so they can climb out. You open Angel’s door next and lean against it, the toddler still in his car seat as you wait for Oscar to return.

“Why is Alex sad?” He asks with furrowed eyebrows

“He just doesn’t like to wake up, he wants to sleep all day long. Kinda like daddy.” You tell him, still bouncing Alexander in your arms who was starting to quiet down. The other boy’s standing to the side after getting out and closing the door. Oscar approaching with not one, but two carts.

“Daddy’s lazy.” Angel giggles,”He snores in my ear.” He says before imitating a sleeping Oscar, causing you to laugh out loud.

“Shhh, he’s coming.” You playfully warn, Angel instantly calming down and sitting still.

“Where’s the wipes?” Your husband asks when he reaches you, knowing that you liked to wipe the carts down if the kids were gonna sit in them.

“Diaper bag.” You inform him, letting him clean down the one that was going to hold the kids before putting Alex and then Angel in.

“Mommy?” Carlos asks walking up to you

“Yeah baby?”

“Can I sit in your cart?” He asks hopefully,”I don’t want to walk. My feet hurt.”

“Sure, but you can’t complain when I start throwing grocery’s in.” You say and he nods happily in understanding before climbing into the cart as well, your sassy toddler turning around to look at him.

“No Car-car. Only two here, you go sit with daddy.” Angel says and points to the other cart,”Now mister.”

“Nuh uh, you don’t tell people what to do.” You scold as you began pushing the basket, everybody else following behind,”Carlos can sit in here if he wants too, so be nice.”

“But mommy...”He begins

“No, no but’s. Tell your brother he can sit with us.”

“You can stay with us.” He says softly, holding his head down,”Sorry.”

“It’s okay bro.” Carlos reply’s nonchalantly, giving you a smile to reassure you about his feelings.

“Can we get some stuff for nachos?” Oscar asks behind you,”Like loaded nachos. I want the works. Pinche cheese, frijoles, jalapeños. Todo.”

“Aren’t you the one that said don’t ask for anything?”

“I meant our pack of four-lokos that can actually talk. They don’t got money for extra shit, but their daddy sure does.” Oscar says as he uses a free hand to ruffle Anthony’s head,”Broke ass. Even bigger broke ass.” He adds pointing a finger to Junior. The lot of you entering the store and heading down the first aisle.

“Aye, I got a part time job now.” Junior defends amusingly as he shoves Oscar’s side.

“My bad big baller.”

“Can you guys tone it down please? We’re in the store now.” You say and stop to give everybody a look,”And just for being a show off, now everybody is getting something they want.” You tell your husband, who keeps his mouth shut and looks away in defeat.

“You two.” You say to the oldest boys,”Are in charge of getting the pizza. Here’s some money. Come find us when you have it.” You tell them and hand them over some cash, watching as they go get in line,”You stay with me.” You tell Oscar before continuing down the aisle,”Dairy first.”

“I know that, I’m your husband not a child.” He says but nonetheless does as you say.

“Shhh, I’m thinking.” You wave him off, looking at everything on the cold shelf’s.

“Yeah. She’s thinking.” Angels grins,”Smart mommy.”

“Listen to the kid, he knows what he’s talking about.” You say and pull Oscar closer by grabbing his cart.

“You two always gang up on me. It isn’t fair.” He chuckles

“Life isn’t fair papi. Now let me shop.” You smile sweetly, patting the side of his face before you work on filling Oscar’s cart first. Grabbing two gallons of milk, cheese, eggs, butter, yogurt and other small things you had on your mental list. Heading to the deli section next, letting Oscar grab a few different things he could throw on the grill while you grab basic lunch meat.

“Should we get some seafood?” He asks as you look around for where to go next.

“Next time.” You say,”Let’s not overdue it, besides I already have dinner planned out for the week. Unless it’s something you really want, then I’ll make it.”

“Nah, it’s okay mami. I just wanted some shrimp and fish, we can get it on the next trip.” He shrugs,”I don’t mind, besides you’re already making the nachos for us.”

“We can do a whole seafood boil next time.” You smile and give him a quick kiss before carrying on with the shopping. Junior and Anthony soon coming up to you guys with a small box of pizza, one slice for everybody. You all shop while eating, even letting Alexander chew/eat one of your pepperonis. After while both carts becoming full, Carlos having to climb out towards the end of the trip so you could add a few last minute items.

“Okay one game or one toy.” You tell each of your kids when you reach the toy aisle,”You can get whatever, it doesn’t have to be this aisle obviously.” You tell Junior when you reach him. Anthony settling on a board game, Carlos getting a little nerf gun and Angel wanting a little hot wheel car. Junior going to a different aisle and grabbing some deodorant.

“I ran out. I was going to steal dads, but since he’s paying I might as well get a new one.” Junior says when he comes back.

“Yeah you’re welcome.” Oscar says and lightly hits him with the basket,”You’re all welcome.”

“You wanted to show off, so it’s only fair.” You laugh

“Thank you daddy.” Angel says and hugs the toy to his chest,”We can play together when we go bye bye from here.”

“Thanks mijo.” Oscar smiles and leans down to give Angel a kiss before all of you head over to the empty check out line.

“Start with the heavy stuff.” You say as you begin to pile everything on the belt, the kids helping out.

“Papi, get the baby.” You say when he starts to cry again, Angel covering his ears since he was so close.

“Let me see.” Oscar says and makes way through the cramped area to grab Alex,”Want me to just head out with him? I can pull the car up.” He suggest

“Yeah that will probably be easier Carlos and Anthony go with your dad.” You order, watching as the total on the screen goes up and up. The four of them head out, leaving you with Junior so he could help with the basket and Angel.

“You’re total is 245.56.” The lady behind the cash register says. You Internally groan at the cost as you pull out the debit card from your wallet and hand it over.

“I’ll spot you when we get home. I forgot my wallet.” Junior says quietly, knowing that some of these items would be heading back up to campus with him.

“It’s fine baby, don’t worry about it. You save your money.” You tell him and grab your card back when she holds it out.

“Mom I can’t do that. I threw a lot of stuff in the cart.”

“Junior, I mean it.” You say seriously,”It’s okay.”

He groans and nods his head,”Thank you. I love you mom.”

“Love you too JJ.” You say waiting until both carts are refilled until walking towards the exit of the store. Oscar parked on the side directly in front. You hurry over and take Angel, letting Oscar jump out of the car to help Junior load the back of the car up.

“Mommy my car was free?” Angel asks as you buckle him up, just now realizing that you didn’t put his car on the belt.

“Yup totally free.” You smile and shake your head,”How cool is that?” You ask rhetorically

“So cool.” He giggles before playing with it some more. You smile and leave his side so you can help with the last of the grocery’s. Junior going ahead and climbing through the back.

“How much was it?” Oscar asks as he slams the trunk close

“245.” You tell him

“Damn. You sure we can’t send at least one of them back?” He chuckles

“Too late.” You grin, the both of you going to your respective sides, Oscar pulling out of the lot moments later to begin the journey home.

“Everybody grab some bags.” Oscar says after a lengthy car ride home, traffic making the car ride 25 minutes longer. He grabs Angel and sets him down, letting him run to the front door to wait. You grab Alex and dig around for the house key, the three of you entering after you manage to unlock it.

“Leave it open.” You call out,”Come to the potty.”

“Coming.” Angel says and heads inside, going to your bedroom so he can try use the bathroom while you change the baby. The rest of your family bringing in the grocery’s so you could put them away, never letting them help with that part since they never did it to your liking.

“Did you do anything?” You ask Angel when he comes out of the bathroom in just his pull up now, fastening Alex’s diaper at the same time.

“No. Potty’s empty.” He says

“Why did you take your shirt off?” You giggle and poke his tummy

“I don’t know. I wanted to.” He laughs, causing you to laugh more as you three head back to the main area of the house.

“That’s all of it.” Oscar informs you and takes Alex so you can get started in the kitchen.

“Thanks.” You smile and give him a kiss before moving on to your task. The boys in your life all gathering around the the tv to watch something while they wait for you to finish up and then make your famous nachos. You occasionally glance over and a smile can’t help but form on your face, even though they made something as simple as shopping so crazy, you still wouldn’t change it or them for the world.

[michaelbfanfic]

2.

Michael

“So we’re defiantly doing the French Alps next week”

“Just for a week?”

I questioned Lori as we went for our morning run. I’ve really been taking a break from everything. Movies, Directing, and Boxing just to focus on the business aspect of life. I stopping to smell the flowers rather than work myself to death.

“I mean, I say a week because of work. But I mean we can do longer”

I shrugged. Like I said, I had no commitments at the time. My Billion dollar.  Where do I start. My name is Michael B Jordan. I’m 30 years old and I am worth $85.112 Billion. How? Easy I decided at a young age I wasn’t going to be hungry forever. I made sure to work smart with my funds and it took me a long way. I realized early I was more than just TV and so I decided to be more than just movies and TV.

I am the CEO Of  Whitley J Incorporation. We invests in and holds dozens of major public and private companies. As part of our portfolio, my company also owns and operates several self-titled companies, including Toussaint Home Services of America and WJ Direct Insurance Company. But apart from our branded companies, WJ does a bit more than provide insurance. In 2017, WJ companies and holdings contribute a variety of commodities and services to the market - including producing computers and electronic products, providing insurance, producing clothing, serving food products, automotive products and services and much more. 

Although I originally started out primarily in the textile industry, I’ve grown to become a conglomerate that invests in a diverse group of major companies and provides the prime example of my famous value investing strategy. 

 I have 100% ownership in multimillion and billion dollar companies. And not all of them are the same. I’ll name a few. For starters, Billups Brick Company, it’s construction, I own it 100%. AlterLinks, Electric Transmission, I own it 100%, and it’s also a  subsidiary of WJ Energy. I mean the list is long, jewelry, auto sales, utilities, Insurance, Bond Insurance, Media,  Logistics, Food and Beverage, Pipeline, Clothing, Luxury, Jets, Furniture, Sports Equipment,  Pharmaceuticals, Materials and Construction, as I said before the list exceeds my age of life. Plus more. 

“Well if you leave baby, I might not come back with you right away”

She shrugged and nodded her head.

“Okay. That’s fine”

Pecking my lips she jogged ahead leaving me behind to catch up. My relationship with Lori was.... nice. I mean she’s younger than me, our view on a few things aren’t the same at all. And where as I wanna chill, she wants to go out and shit. I mean I like going out but, sometimes quality time at him is a better move. 

Feeling my phone vibrate in my phone, I stopped, turning around to see the security car behind me stop as well. Raising the phone to my ear I cleared my throat and began to speak.

Michael: Wassup Johnathan.

Johnathan: Hey man, you got a second

I looked at my watch. This was my don’t disturb hours, but obviously homie had something important to say.

Michael: Yeah wassup

Johnathan: Do you know a Kianna De La Oz?

I didn’t even need time to remember the name. First of all, she’s a well know hairstylist. From LA, to ATL, to NY, to Miami, country wide, she’s a big deal. Oh, and we use to mess around before me and Lori became a item. After I told her I was in a relationship, she dipped out. I still regret that day. I had feelings for her, and no doubt cared about her. 

She didn’t want a relationship on public display though, and that bothered me. I should have went about shit differently. I haven’t heard from her in like 3 years I think.

Michael: Yeah, I know her

Johnathan: Yeah well, she reached out to me through my friend which is also her sister, saying she has a 3 year old daughter by you.

I stopped. Laughing to myself, I rubbed the top of my head. A lot of shit started running through my head. Lori, this child, and seeing Kianna again after years. Damn.

Michael: Uh... damn... uhm

Johnathan: We don’t need  to react at all until there’s a DNA test in place and we confirm it.

I nodded. Not that I needed a DNA test. Kianna was never that type of female. She was too involved in her work to fuck around on me like i did on her. Lori still doesn’t know that while we were in the talking phase I was fucking someone else.

Michael: Just um.... text me her number.

Johnathan: Okay

Hanging up, I exhaled and continued jogging. 

Kianna

So I did it, I allowed Kendall to reach out to her friend, then I spoke with him. It was time to receive help, her father’s help. And besides that I know how much I adore my father, so no matter how me and Mike ended, I’d hate for her to miss out on that type of love. 

Sadly though, that was this morning, and I still haven’t heard back from either Johnathan or Mike, so I’m not really even worrying about it. I am however happy it’s Friday. This weekend is my weekend off. Ima find something for me and my girl to do.

“Did you have a better day today?”

I questioned AnnDrew, looking at her in my rear view. She nodded with a bright smile as we pulled up to Starbucks. One thing another is she’ll tell on her self. When she was spitting and shit she started crying as soon as I walked into her classroom door.

She be knowing when she’s wrong which is why she get’s her ass beat. She knows thoroughly right from wrong. I don’t spare her.

“Good baby. And you need to keep it that way, understand me?”

“Yes mommy?”

Pulling up to the window, I rolled down my window and prepared to place my order.

“Welcome to Starbucks! What can we get for you today?”

Looking at the menu, I took my time as if I ain’t been to this shit before.

“Hey, can I get a Birthday cake pop as well as 2 Vanilla Bean Frap’s. One mini and the other venti. Also can you add caramel to both”

“Yes ma’am absolutely. You’re total is $9.35″

“Thank you”

Pulling up for the next person to order, my phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number, thinking it could be family or something, I answered.

Kianna: Hello

Michael: KiKi. It’s Michael

My stomach dropped and my heart began to race. Calming my breathing and the thoughts that were beginning to overwhelm me, I took a deep breath and responded.

Kianna: Uh hey.. hey

Getting to the window, I stumbled getting out my card to pay for my stuff. 

Michael: Wassup. Are you able to meet up. Or can I come by.

This was not the reaction I was expecting. But then again, he knew just the fuck better. One thing I’m not is a hoe, he can look at AnnDrew and dead see that she’s all him. She has my hair, that’s about it.

“Here you go. Have a good day”

“You too”

I spoke grabbing the drinks and cake-pop. Handing Kenya her snack, I exhaled and pulled off.

Kianna: I... umm.... You can...we

Michael: I’ll just come by. Send me your address

Kianna: Okay

Quickly hanging up, I calmed down a bit then looking back at AnnDrew who could give not a shit about anything as she tore her cake-pop up.

7:04 pm

"Whose that on TV?”

I questioned Kenya. This was usually my time to not only watch her favorite shows but test her knowledge, pick her brain and brush up on her conversation skills.

“Dat’s poppy?”

I gave her a surprised face watching as she continued eating from her bag of chips.

“Poppy. Okay, and what color is her hair”

“Ummm... pink”

I smiled, leaning in to kiss her cheek. Returning back to the TV, I then heard the doorbell. It was him. My heart began to race and my stomach dropped once again. Getting myself together, I got up and walked to the front door. Opening it, there he stood with his security in the driveway.

I didn’t say anything, I just stepped to the side. Walking in, he looked around closing the door behind him then following me into the kitchen. Kenya could give a damn, she was in her own world. Didn’t even budge.

Leading him to the kitchen, I handed him a water bottle and we sat at the island. There was a silence, and I watched as he looked over at Kenya he in between her falling asleep ate a few chips.

“Why didn’t you tell me about her?”

“Come on now. You was in a whole relationship. Let’s not forget that part”

He shrugged, allowing his eyes to land on me.

“Still, I would have dropped everything for ya’ll, for her”

I scoffed.

“Listen, my reason was valid. To protect you, me and her. I didn’t want her twisted up in shit, I didn’t want people in my business, and I didn’t want to smear your name”

It’s crazy how even when we’re hurt, we still seem to try and protect black men. I could have aired him out, went to court and all. But one day my daughter would see the hostility, so I opted to not take it that far. 

“So what we gonna do?”

I shrugged. I’ve never shared her before, this was new to me.

“I don’t know. I’m all she knows”

“Well I wanna get to know her as well. I have a part in that. I’m her father”

I nodded. 

“How about this. Talk to your girlfriend about it, this is more than us. Talk to her, come and visit her every day. Stop by her school. let her get use to you. Then we can talk about her spending time with you”

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🌺💘🌷 Get to know your mutuals! When you get this, it means someone wants to know more about you, so list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know! They can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing. When you’re done, send this to 10 people you want to get to know better!🌷💘🌺 (if you want to! -aceveria)

Okay OMG I‘m so sorry I totally forgot about this @drarryruinedme7 :‘0 since I got it two times now I‘ll try to list 10 things I guess xD

Thank you both btw!!! ;-;💗💗💗

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1. I love baking but when I decorate whatever I made I can get really impatient which I don’t understand because I can spend hours or days drawing something.

2. I started my account when I‘ve only seen the HP movies and everything I posted in the beginning was based off them. Which is why I find some old posts really embarrassing whenever I see them appearing somewhere again XD

3. I‘ve had 12 surgery’s. Tho 9 of them were really small ones because of those tubes you get out into the ears? They sometimes fell out (pls don’t ask me I have no idea how) or I got an inflammation and I had a lot of problems hearing or I was in pain a lot BUT everything’s fine now and I hear perfectly fine even without them.

Btw little me was so afraid of the anesthesia because I sometimes saw other kids going in and then they were carried out (or were laying in that hospital bed that you can wheel around? Idk) and of course they were sleeping but I thought they’re dead and Ima get killed there so I cried and panicked every time—

4. My teacher made the best potato salad I‘ve ever had BUT I didn’t like her because she hated me (she really did, she sometimes embarrassed me in front of the class and didn’t do anything when she saw me getting bullied but that’s a whole different story)

anyway and because I didn’t like her I didn’t want to compliment her cooking so I never asked for the recipe and I kinda regret not doing that because damn it tasted SOOooo GOOD ;-;

5. I rarely wear make up but I have a whole shelf full of pallets and brushes and powders and whatsoever. The thing is I really wanted to create some amazing makeup looks but... I‘m incredibly bad at it. xD

6. I loooove sending letters with some little gifts in it ;-; (such as stickers, cards or washi tape samples lmao)

7. Errrr okay so this is really really weird but I‘ve had that idea for quite a while actually. I kinda wanna prepare/edit a picture which looks like these old family photos- of me and then edit Draco in and then I wanna print it in a copy shop in a XXL size, then I wanna frame it and put it on my wall LMAO. Tho I maybe should wait until I live on my own or otherwise I‘d have a lot of explaining to do and... yeah no I don’t have an explanation for this...

8. I got lost in the zoo once! It was an excursion with my kindergarten and I remember watching the penguins and I was so fascinated by them that I just didn’t realized my group was about to go to the petting zoo area (? whatever it’s called), anyway 3-4 year old me got scared but then I saw someone working there and told her I‘m from a kindergarten and got lost and then she brought me to the entrance where I waited in a little cabin next to the cashier and there was an announcement lmaooo and then my preschool teacher came and picked me up xD

9. I love traveling and my best friend and I actually planned to travel this year (which would be the first time we both do it alone lmao) but given the current situation we had to cancel our plans ;-;‘

10. I just noticed that there‘s a big bug flying around in my room rn and my cat isn’t doing anythinggg omgggg whyyyyy

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Summertime Magic (IV)

A/N: In this chapter, we get more moments from the Black Thick Reader and N’Jadaka and they go run errands and literally spend the rest of the day together... BUT they bump into a little bit of problems along the way. (Bold and Ictalized are links to click on)

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WARNING: Lots of fluffiness, weed and alcohol use and some angst.

Song Recommendation: Crush by Yuna ft. Usher

  Y/N was finishing up her last client when the AC blew cool air into the room. She was touching up his twenty two inch ombre dreads along with a tapered fade. He was one of the guys who followed N’Jadaka and saw what he posted about her work. This exact customer was the sixth one that day and she was up until six am, just doing hair back to back. Despite being exhausted, she was thankful because N’Jadaka promoted her so well. Once she was done with his hair and left, she counted all her money and smiled at how much she had made; eight hundred dollars even. She placed it all in her wallet when she got an interrupted call; she smiled at the name. “Hey, Daka.” 

    “Hey, Baby Girl. What you doing right now”, he asked and it sounded like the wind was around his speaker. “Nothing, I was about to go and deposit this money at this bank and hit Target. Some sales are going on and I wanna catch them”, she told him as she grabbed her house keys and fixed her golden yellow body con dress.  All of a sudden, she heard a honk on his end and outside of her door. When she peeked through the curtains, she saw N’Jadaka’s truck parked outside of her house. She still had the phone to her ear when she opened the door. “Seriously, Daka”, she asked and heard his deep chuckle. 

   She hung up making her way to the passenger side, leaning in the window. “You do know I have my own car right,” she asked him making him smile. “You know, I don’t care right”, he mocked her. “Now, get ya cute ass in the car so I can be a generous muthafucka”, he said. She rolled her eyes and got in; they were off. Her window was still down with her arm out making waves against the wind. When she looked at Daka, he was already watching her. “Why are you staring at me” is what came from her lips. “No reason. You just look good. I like that color on you”, he added. Y/N blushed as soon as she looked away. “Which bank we going to anyways?”

“Chase”, she said and he nodded, still looking ahead at the road. “So, how you sleep” she heard and she said “fine, how about you?” He shrugged and admitted, “barely. I have insomnia. I would only sleep for, like, an hour then wake up. Been like that for a while.” She looked over at him and saw how sad his demeanor had gotten. “Must be hard”, she asked with her arm rested beside his. N’Jadaka looked over at her with soft eyes then back to the road. “Becomes natural when you have dealt with it for as long as I did.”

“For how long?”

“Shiiii, since I was like ten....maybe. I think”, N’Jadaka thought out loud. Y/N watched as he drove and noticed his hand close to hers. When her hand inched closer to his, the car came to a stop and he looked at her. “You should be glad this is my bank too. I gotta go in anyways.” He hopped out and so did she but when she did, he looked her up and down. “What I do”, she asked as his arms folded. “Baby Girl, did you hop out the car without me opening the door for you?” She nodded as he walked over. “I don’t know what kind of niggas you hang out with but when you with me, you don’t get to touch doors. Got it?” She said, “yes, Daka.” She walked ahead of him and he opened the doors into the bank.

   The manager noticed them walking and walked over. “Ms. Y/L/N, good to see you again, young lady. How is your father doing?” They shook and Y/N stood back. “He’s getting there. Still a long process but he’s a fighter.” The woman nodded, agreeing. “Yes, well he is in my prayers.”

“Thank you. How are the twins by the way? I haven’t seen them since they were about to graduate.”

“Yes, yes. Thanks again for doing their hair. You did so well. Everyone loved it,” the manager gave a huge smile before asking “so, what brings you two in today.” Y/N looked back at N’Jadaka and said: “well, I’m depositing more money into my accounts.” The woman smiled and said, “that’s great and you have the deposit checkbook I gave you right.” Y/N held it up and said: “yes, ma’am.” N’Jadaka and Y/N stood in the long line when N’Jadaka asked “what wrong with ya pops?”

“He had arthritis in his back and knees. Had it for as long as I can remember.”

“Awe damn. I’m sorry, Baby Girl.”

“It’s okay. He a black man, he’s tough as hell.” N’Jadaka nodded and looked straight ahead. “I’ve been meaning to ask you. Why you do hair in your house again?” She looked back at him as his eyes waited for her answer. “Well, I can’t afford it right now. I’m saving it and I, at least, need like five g’s or more. There is this cute vacant spot in the Crenshaw Plaza by Baskin Robbins that I’ve been looking at. It’s perfect because no one else can afford it but not me. I’m almost there.” N’Jadaka noticed Y/N’s beaming smile when she continued to talk about her place. When she stopped, he said “you have some bomb ass idea. Real shit, you got it, Baby Girl.” 

"Thank you, Daka. That really means a lot. I can’t wait to have my own shop. Just not sure what to name it. Maybe something like ‘Naturals’ with for z’s at the end. My mom likes that name.”

“Does have a ring to it. It would catch my eye” he said as the line got shorter: it was now Y/N’s turn. She looked back at him while he looked around like a little kid. She went ahead and deposited her money to get out the way. Once they were done, they pulled into the Target parking lot; N’Jadaka opened her door. They walked in, grabbed a cart and began shopping as she red her shopping list on her phone. “Okay, so I need towels, shampoo, conditioner, more rubber bands, and clips, rubbing alcohol, witch hazel and some other shit.” N’Jadaka trailed behind her as she walked through aisles and all. 

  “Y/N after we done over here, I need to hit the food section for our movie night.”

“Movie Night? When did we talk about this?”

“Last night, woman. When I told you to keep the leftovers for me.”

   She stopped and his chest collided with her back after the unexpected pause. “Daka, you didn’t say anything about dinner AND the movie.” He placed his hands beside hers on the cart pushing it slowly, making her walk again. “Well, we can’t just sit there, staring at each other and eat. That would be weird as hell.” His broad chest was still flushed against hers. The heat that radiated from him must have transferred to her chore. His hands covered hers as they pushed together; she couldn’t help but smile at the moment. All of a sudden, she noticed he was reaching for the items she read off. His finger pointed to one shampoo and he asked: “Which one?” 

“The, uh, Pantene. The one with the gold markings on it. Can you get the conditioner too, with the pumps”, she said as he reached for the bottles while she watched. His smooth bicep was flexed under his short sleeve white tee. He placed them in the cart and they kept it pushing. Throughout the beauty aisle, he grabbed for the items when she told him which ones to get. He stayed as close as possible as strangers either awed, looked in confusion or in disgust. Y/N didn’t care for the unwanted attention but she didn’t mind being this to him. 

   They finally went to the grocery area and he looked over the options. “I’ve been cravings sweets like a muthafucka lately. What you like, Baby Girl”, he asked and she looked up at him. “Well, I like cupcakes and all. But I’m not sure. Do you wanna really ruin your physique?” He chuckled and told her “girl, these muscles ain’t going nowhere trust me” as he moved his pecs against her skin. He grabbed desserts such as brownies, those soft sugar cookies, and cupcakes. “Aight, little one. What you wanna drink? Lead the way”, he announced but his hands still on hers. They pushed the cart to the beverage section and she nodded towards the pineapple juice and Coke. 

  “Are you tryna drink, drink tonight? ‘Cause those are chasers”, he mentioned and she shrugged in response. “Shit, I’m down if you are but since we in this bougie ass Target they don't liquor in here. So, we can go by the liquor store we met at on our way back.” They grabbed some candy and popcorn, soon finished up and were in the self check out; her eyes stared at the total. “Holy fuck”, she said to herself as she pulled out her debit card but saw N’Jadaka pull out money. “What are you doing”, she asked. “Whatchu mean? It’s on me.”

“No, it’s not. I got it.”

“No, I do.”

“Daka?”

“Baby Girl?” 

   She stood with her hand on her hips and he folded his arms when an older black woman passed by. “Y’all are so cute. Reminds me of me and my husband.” Y/N giggled and spoke to the woman. “Oh, ma’am we-”

“Thank you, ma’am. My girl always wanna fight though”, he said and Y/N looked at him with a brow up. “She never wants me to pay for anything. I’m just tryna be a good man to my lady, dat’s all.” The lady looked over her glasses to Y/N and said “let him treat cha, baby. There is a lot of young men outchea that don’t even pay attention. Let him handle it”; with that, she walked away. Y/N still stood there when he poked her arm so she can move a little, paying the total and grabbing the bag before walking away. He looked back at her and yelled “you betta bring ya ass or you gotta catch that musty ass Metro”; she followed behind.

   They pulled into the parking lot as she looked to him. “You coming in with me or you staying here”, she asked and he looked over handing her $50. “You won’t be long. ima just chill here and wait. Stay outta trouble, young lady. Don’t make me have to kill a nigga”, he lectured her, wagging his finger; she laughed and hopped out. When she entered the store, the sound of the ding sound if it was going out. Y/N placed a hand cart on her arm as she looked up and down the aisles. She thought of making her amazing slushes for tonight since it was hotter more than usual. She switched slightly when she got to the alcohol section, grabbing rum and Jack Daniels. All of a sudden, she felt a strong arm wrap around her shoulders. 

 “Thought you was staying in the car” she taunted but she felt like something wasn’t right; this arm wasn’t like Daka’s at all. She turned to see a man she never wanted to see again. “What up, doll,” he said with a gapped smile. He had burnt umber skin, brown eyes with braids in a creative pattern across his scalp. He wore a Dodgers baseball jersey wide open to show his toned chest, dark denim jeans, and Vans. She looked around and pushed his arm off, walking the other way. “What you want Rodney”, she said flinging open the freezer door trying to keep him away as she looked closer at the drink section. “You lookin’ good, Y/N. I see you done lost a little weight”, he said as he watched her bend down, grabbing a small bag of ice.

  She took a deep breath and looked him up and down as she stood up. “I see ya head got fatter”, she threw at him as she walked down an aisle with him following behind. “I see you still got jokes. How you been”, he asked with hands in pockets. “Fine, now go away”, she said looking at random items to keep her eyes away from him. Rodney was her first boyfriend but what he did was unforgivable. Rodney continued to follow her, watching with a careful eye. “C’mon, girl. You not gonna say you miss me like I miss you.” She rolled her eyes and placed her right hand on her hip turning to him with a stern look. She had to admit he was a handsome son of a bitch but his attitude was the worse. 

   “Yeah, I know exactly why you miss me”, she mentioned with a rose brow. He chuckled with a step closer and leaned into her face with a smile. “Yeah, and why you think I miss yo cute ass?” She walked her fingers up his chest then pulled his head down. “Because whoever you with now, done fucked up ya shit”, she said before she pushed his head back and walking to the counter. He made his way over and pulled out his money. “I got ya, ma.”

“Too late. Already paid for”, she said grabbing her bag and making her way to the front door to notice N’Jadaka getting out and leaning against the front. She felt Rodney grab her hand and she yanked it looking back at him, disgusted. “Y/N, I do miss you. There I said it.” She looked out to see Daka looking inside with his hands folded in front of him. Rodney followed her glance and instantly felt heated but kept his cool. N’Jadaka watched Rodney through the glass in the same spot. Y/N started to walk and looked back at him, saying “keep missing me.”

  She finally walked out and N’Jadaka leaned against her door. “Who was that?” Rodney walked out, hands in pockets and eyes on them as he walked away. Y/N noticed N’Jadaka watching him and made him look at her. “A mistake.” N’Jadaka nodded before opening her door and heard something behind him. “He ain’t got shit on me, ma! Never have! Have never will! And don’t fa get that shit!!!” N’Jadaka noticed her trying to get out but he leaned against the door. “Wassup, cuh?! You talkin’ a lot of shit for yo punk ass to be walking away! Could have said that shit back here! Don’t get fucked up, ol’ bummy ass nigga!!!”

 “Daka, can we go,” Y/N asked and N’Jadaka looked back at her. “Say please”, he told her with a smirk. “Can we pleeeeease go”; he sighed and walked over to his side. Soon, he pulled into her driveway and looked at her before getting out and opening her door. “Go ahead in. I’ll bring all the shit in.” Before she could disagree, he looked at her and playful shooed her away. She went to open the door and slid out her sandals. She tossed her hair into a high ponytail, instantly feeling cool. Y/N made her into the kitchen, grabbed a tall glass and poured some iced tea, sipping from the cool glass with closed eyes. 

  “You not gonna pour me some”, she heard which made her jump. She turned to see N’Jadaka sitting her counter. “Wh-when did you come in here” fell from her lips in a timid voice. “Like a minute ago. You didn’t hear me”, he questioned her with a smirk on his lips. “Of course not, butt munch. You scared the shit outta me”, she explained to him as she grabbed another cup for him. She poured him some as he put the groceries up. She started to think about Rodney and what he had done to her. Humiliation? Torture? Heartbreak? Or all the above? “Baby Girl? Baby Girl?”

  She looked up at him as he stopped her from pouring the drink. It had got on the counter, dripping to the ground. He rung out a dish towel to clean up and got another to dry. “You aight? You just spacing out and shit”; his tone, as if he was concerned but she just nodded. “Yeah, I just need a drink,” she said before turning her back to get her blender and plugging it in. “What yo cute ass finna make”, he wondered out loud leaning on his hands, watching her. “I am making some adult icees. A little this and a little that.” She grabbed the ice, alcohol, and chasers. “You seem like a Jack and Coke guy.  So I’ll call this one..” She looked to him and back to the blender. “All Hail the King.” He nodded and folded his arms. “That shit is smooth. Teach me how to make it then.”

 “Aight. First, we need 3/4 of Jack Daniels then we get a cup of Coca Cola.” She began pouring then grabbed a cup of ice putting it in next. “Now, we just blend”, she announced while looking at him with a smirk. She grabbed two tall mason jars and grabbed the gummies she grabbed at the liquor store with a straw. “This is extra but I like this touch though. Now you can just throw them in or placed them neatly around.” She placed the Coke bottle-shaped gummies neatly for him to see and placed the straw in the middle of both glasses. She poured the drink inside and handed him the glass before sipping hers. 

  He placed his lips in the straw as Y/N watched. Once he tasted the drink, he smacked his lips to inquire about the taste. He side-eyed her round face and looked straight ahead. “It’s aight,” he said before sipping the drink again. He looked at Y/N pouted lips and said “I’m fucking with you. It’s fire as fuck. You know what would be good?”

“What?”

“Jack and Coke floats. Now, that shit would be A1 for real for real.”

  She agreed and placed her drink down. “Lemme get these leftovers out so I can warm this chicken up.” She grabbed the huge bag of food from the fridge. Sheila had packed a ton of food for them which was like a family dinner for the holidays. Containers were filled with mac and cheese, potato salad, fried chicken, greens and cornbread; her mouth was almost drooling. Y/N pulled out a baking dish and sprayed with cooking oil, place the chicken on top then setting it in the oven; N’Jadaka watched her in confusion. “Why not put it in the microwave?”

“Because if you put fried chicken the microwave, it’ll get all nasty and soggy but when you put in the oven, it gets all nice and crispy. You can thank me later”, she said standing up. She was getting self-conscious as it got hotter and decided to do the best. “I’m about to hop in the shower. The guest bathroom is down the hall on your left and feel free to anything. I’ll be back out in like ten minutes.”

“Bet” and with that, she walked to her bedroom’s bathroom to bathe. She slipped out her previous dress (along with underwear) and threw them in the basket before stepping into the warm water. She asked Alexa to play her mellow playlist and Yuna started to play. Y/N began exfoliating out of habit and bathed in her Shea Moisture Black Soap. Before she stepped out, she rubbed her body in baby oil. She stepped out to get dressed when she peeked her head through the door to check on Daka; he sat on the couch with his arms resting on the back of it. After closing the door back, she looked for a pair of boy shorts and her old hockey jersey her dad gave her back in high school. It was loose on her since her weight loss even though she still had a pouch and some fluffiness. 

   She slipped it on and put her locs in a neat bun on top of her head before walking out to the kitchen, checking the chicken. “How was your shower”, N’Jadaka asked walking to the island. “It was great. Looks like chicken is ready. You want everything, Daka”, she asked as she got an oven and pulled the tray out. “Yeah, I want everything”. She noticed his voice was deeper and sinful to her ears. Maybe it was just the alcohol, she thought. She turned to him and he was just watching her, sipping the rest of his drink. Soon, she was done warming up the food that needed to be and put their plates together. “So, what you wanna watch? I got Hulu and Netflix.”

“Nah, they just got the same shit. I noticed you got a nice DVD collection over in the corner.” They sat next to one another on the couch and she sipped from her cup as he watched; she noticed. “You okay”, she asked and he pouted, playfully, towards her drink. “Do you want me to make you another one?” He nodded as she giggled and got up. Once she was done with making the drink, she walked over with blender in hand and noticed something. “Daka?” No answer. “Daka? I know yo butt can hear me.”

“Wassup, baby girl.” He was in the corner looking at the DVDs again. “Daka, where is my drink?” He shrugged as she placed the blender down and turned him around; he was sipping the drink with one hand looking at her. “Daka?! That was minnnnneeeeee”, she pouted and folded her arms. He used his opposite hand to place on her back bringing her chest to chest. “Me sorry. It’s just so damn good. I couldn't help myself. Do you forgive me”, he asked but she still pouted with her brows pushed in. He kissed her forehead softly then both her cheeks. “Forgive me”, he asked again and she said “fine. Better be glad I made enough for both of us.” She walked over to the couch to pour the drinks as N’Jadaka grabbed a few DVDs. 

  “Chose something, yet?” He placed the disc in and Y/N smiled at the intro music. 

You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it.

  He bopped his shoulders, dancing side to side. She smiled shaking her head and slipping into the kitchen to rinse out the blender. All of a sudden, she felt him dancing against her back, pelvic thrusting her behind. She pushed her backside up against him that made him step back but he wrapped his arms around her waist as they went back to the couch. An hour or so into the movie, they were finished with their food and watching comfortable silence. “Ebony is one trifling bitch. Like she cute but she ain’t got shit on Diamond”, Y/N said and he agreed. “Don’t fa get about her nigga though. Grimy ass nigga. Like he could have fucked anyone else but her fuckin’ family. Nah that’s that bull shit I can’t fuck with.” 

“So, you never would cheat?”

“Never have. Never will.”

“So, lets say if we were together and Kesha had to stay here, you wouldn’t try and fuck her?”

  “Who dat?” She looked at him and said “the girl I was with when we first met.”  He laughed out loud and wiped his fake tear. “Nah, Baby Girl. She ain’t my type.”

  “Then what is your type?”; no answer. Y/N was leaning on her arm with her legs resting on the couch as he sat in his original position. He looked over at his hand and noticed it was close to her but he left it be. Then, the best part came on; the dressing room fight scene and N’Jadaka & Y/N sat closer but still apart. He hissed as Diamond landed the last punch. “Got that bitch good as fuck. Pretty and can hold it down”, he added with a single clap. The movie ended and they decided to make it an Ice Cube movie night. Next up was Friday and they sat closer but still in the same poses. “Aye, baby girl? Is it okay if I smoke in here?” She gave him the okay and he started rolling. His part was about to come in a few minutes when he looked over at her with hooded eyes. “Do you smoke”?

“Never had.”

  Right when the part came on, she heard the TV along with an echo and N’Jadaka passing her a blunt. “I know you don't smoke weed, I know this, but I'm gonna get you high today, 'cause it's Friday; you ain't got no job... and you ain't got shit to do.” She looked at him and took the blunt gently from his fingers. She sucked in then held it in her system like he told her to do. She held it in so it could get in her lungs and blew it throw her nose; impressing him. “Good. Good job, rookie.” Hours later and now watching Next Friday, they sat there talking and laughing; all the snacks and desserts he bought earlier with Jack and Coke floats made were on the table in front of them. Y/N’s favorite part came on and she giggled as she pretended along with the character. “Mister Nasty Time”, she giggled and heard N’Jadaka reciting the uncle’s part as well.

  N’Jadaka’s came on and he looked to Y/N who still looked at the screen. The part was about to play when N’Jadaka grabs her arm as they stood. Getting in character and he held his finger gun to her temple making her snickering with her hands up.

“Little mothafucka trying to rob me. I'mma show you how I do 'em.”

“I ain’t tryna rob you...”

  They kept this going until the fight scene and he tackled her onto the couch, making her giggling and surrender. Before you know it, they had smoked another blunt and the Jack was all gone. They were sitting just like before but knee to knee and his hand caressing her arm. Y/N can feel N’Jadaka’s arm pulling her in around her shoulder His other callused hand fell onto his lap. That’s when she heard it from his lips. “Put your leg on me so you can be more comfortable. Looks like your leg gonna fall asleep”; she did so and he was right. He wrapped his arm around her neck and she placed her head on top of his chest. As he rubbed her shoulder through her top, his fingertips made circles against her calf and up her knee, finally to her thigh. He kissed her forehead and she looked up to his eyes. They looked at each other with a grin, his fingers caressed her lips, lips inching closer to hers until...

  “Girl, I can’t believe this shit” they heard from the door and looked up, heads turned to the direction. It was Kesha who used her copy of the key, walking in unannounced. She was wearing a yellow tube top, bamboos and her box braids were in a low ponytail. She wore jean shorts with sandals and a grey flannel around her waist. She turned to see the couple on the couch and her eyes went to her best friend’s face. “My bad, best friend. I didn't know we had company.” N’Jadaka set back looking at her as Y/N said “we don’t. I do. Shay, yo ass don’t live here.”

“Then, why I got a key then?” 

“In case of emergencies”, she said as she leaned back. Shay rolled her eyes and sat in the armchair on Y/N’s other side. “So, what y’all doing up in here?”

“Shay, what are you doing up in here”, Y/N asked making Daka chuckle looking at the screen. “Never mind since you look all booed up shit. That can wait”, Shay told her as she folded her arms watching the screen. Y/N looked at him and said: “I’ll be back.”

“Don’t take too long, Baby Girl. Ima keep ya seat warm.”

 She got up and looked at her best friend, nodding to her bedroom door. When they got in, Shay looked at Y/N leaning against the door with low eyes. “Best friend, are you high?”

“What’s wrong, Shay?”

“I asked you first.”

“Bitch, don’t kill my vibe. Bitch, don’t kill my vibe”, Y/N sung then laughed and held her friend in place. “I’m kidding, geez. Aight, tell me wassup.” Shay sat on Y/N’s bed and rubbed her temples. “A bitch almost got jumped.” Y/N was still high but wanted to go off. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand vibe killed.” She sat next to Shay and leaned behind her with her arms. “By who?”

“Girl, that is a wholeee story, sis. So, I was at Ricky’s house and we getting it in. I mean, like, my knee caps are to my ear and he digging in my shit. Right when we about to set it off, he stops and runs in they bathroom. I’m laying there like ‘what the fuck’ then I hear a slam and shuffling outside the door. Sandra in that bitch,  rolling deeper that muthafucka. Looking like she brought the whole family. It was like a quinceanera in that bitch. I had to lock the bedroom door and hurry up and get dressing. I dead ass was finna hop out the window until I looked and there's more of them. I’m like ‘ell nah’ so I’m thinking fast. I peek through the keyhole to see they was going in they kitchen so I ran into the other bathroom. Right across the way. I see a bar of soap on the sink and hear the El Chapo Clan bust into the bedroom and Sandra was like ‘where that black bitch at, Ricky!?’ Then, I threw the soup at the kitchen window. I hear everyone running in and I made a run for it through the window and gunned it.”

  She looked at Y/N when didn’t hear a reaction; her arm was under her chin with a smirk on her face. “You should have known. This the same nigga that was fuckin’ bitches left and right gettin’ them pregnant and shit. Ricky ain’t good for not a damn thing and yo ass fall for it.” Shay leaned on her friend’s shoulder with a pout. “Can I stay in the extra bedroom? They might be looking for my ass.” 

“Sure. Ya clothes are still in there, too. You need a good bath and some sleep”, she hugged her best friend and kissed her cheek. “Now, lemme go finish watching this movie with my guest.” They left the room and Shay said “goodnight, y’all. Take care of my girl, brotha man.”

“She in good hands”, he said over his shoulder. He had another blunt in his hand half gone when Y/N sat back down. “Everything okay”, he asked her as she got back in the pose she was in before. “Yeah, just drama as usual. You good?” He passed her the blunt and nodded; she took a hit and passed back to him. “Nah, that’s all yours, Baby Girl.” She kissed his cheek and took another hit. “Friday After Next?”

“Sure is.” They sat there eating all the snacks and laughing at the movie, reciting lines and all.

  The next morning, Y/N had her back against the arm of the couch with her head resting on the back. She opened her eyes to the mess on the table and the screen now black. Her leg was wrapped around something as her hand rested in other that felt like soften wool. When she looked down, she saw a sleeping N’Jadaka. His head was on her chest, both arms wrapped her waist and long legs rested on the other armest. Her eyes were still half open and she noticed her hand was massaging his scalp the entire time their bodies intertwined together. She grinned and closed her eyes again before she heard him stop snoring. “You up, baby girl”, he asked in a raspy voice with still shut eyes and she answered “kinda”, eyes closed as well. He asked “breakfast?”

“Denny’s or iHop?”

“Nah, Roscoe’s.” Y/N moved a little still with eyes shut and said “okay, just give me a few more....”; they had drifted off to sleep and didn’t wake back up until three hours later.

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And. I. OOp. Things are getting a little more interesting...ooooooo. So, I wanted to do a little more cute N’Jadaka with some angst but the next chapter is going to be too cute to handle. Also, I am doing three parts (five chapters each) so the next chapter will be the final for this part :(. But do not worry because I am making a separate master for this so be on the look out. I’m gonna got to working on the new ish and paint. Okay. Baaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiii.

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[smittenwithlouis]

Happy Birthday, Emma! 💓 @lads-laddylads Thank you @pupperlouis for this cute af drawing! 🤟🏼 Okay, so where do I start? I always say I’ll make these little birthday posts short and sweet but they always end up being long and emo af. I’ll try again this year but I make no promises. Firstly, I just want to wish my little croissant the happiest birthday ever! I’m proud that you won’t open my gift early so I won’t mention anything to not ruin the surprise but at least you enjoyed the 1D duck taped box it came in hehe. So look at us! Another year and we’re still closer than ever. On the internet, a year of friendship is like 10 years irl so yay! lmao. Gosh, I genuinely don’t remember what I did before I ever talked to you? My life was probably deprived of true joy :/ Seriously though I’m always forever thankful for your friendship and of always having some to laugh, discuss, and argue wiff rip. You’re extremely bright and a total sweetheart and I just wished more people were aware of just how amazing you truly are. Thank you for always being a great friend whos ALWAYS teaching me something new. Whether it be some random facts or educating my dumbass with anything political. Even tho you’re such a fucking brat and I can’t believe I always have to yell at you for going out alone at night 😒 it always amazes me how sharp-witted and hilarious you are. I think that’s why I enjoy your long audio messages no matter what topic you cover. I always look forward to talking to you and I’m just honored we got to be friends in this lifetime. (I truly think we’re unintentional twins hehe) 💞 Ew this got too sappy too fast so ima move on :/ This year we’ve bonded over a bunch of angsty af TV shows and Idk why because we’re always so emo about them afterward but it’s always fun commenting and sharing our thoughts about it. I think the funnest part of about us watching (or attempting to watch) the shows at the same time is that it always ends up being a complete and total Shit show. I’m always behind, and you somehow ALWAYS end up being ahead…totally unfair. Btw much like your birthday card (you’ll see when you open it) this essay has no structure and is all over the place so DEAL WITH IT. Moving along, I’d like to take this opportunity to thank u for always reccing me some gud fics ESPECIALLY when they’re weirdo fics :/ and I know you hate that I take forever to read them but I honestly do appreciate it tremendously. Anyways I guess I’ve made this long enough. I’d just like to quickly say how much I LOV U! You’re truly someone I hold very dearly and close to my heart. I can’t wait to finally meet you irl next month so we can go on an adventure and I can force you to eat a bunch of yummy food you think is nasty :/ At least the universe was by your side this year and gave you your birthday on nacho day. SO ENJOY IT! 🤪 FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS, BOO! 🥐 DON’T FORGET YOU’RE A 🌟 Love you to the moon and back 👽🌙 P.S. Hope you enjoy this drawing of you, Lou, and the deem 😼 Xx.

[shoelacedracoandneville]

This is It ✰

y/n’s POV

"Schneider, I'm going to the Alvarez's!" I yelled, heading for the door

"Wait! Did you take your medicine?" He asked, coming into the room

"Yes, I promise! Now can I go?" I asked, anxious to go see my friends.

Schneider was my parent's best friend in high school. When I was four, they passed away and I was sent to live with him. I know you're probably thinking "why didn't you go live with other relatives?" Well, to answer your question, my parents didn't have great relationships with their other family. Although it was a little weird at first, it was the best situation I could've been put in to, and I love it.

"Yeah, yeah." He said, shooing me off

I slipped on my white converses and ran out the door, slamming it behind me.

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I almost bumped into Penelope, in the hallway, and saw how many bags she was carrying.

"Hey, Ms. Alvarez. Do you need some help with those bags?" I asked

"Yes, please." She said handing me one, and I grabbed onto it, tightly.

"Also, can you please try and get Alex off his computer? Elena said he's been on it all day." She asked, as she unlocked the door

"Alex. Alex, help." Ms. Alvarez said, trying to get his attention

Alex, shameful to say also my best friend, just sat there and stared at his screen

"Real useful, isn't he?" I questioned, sarcastically

I took out a loaf of bread and threw it at his head, making him turn to look at us

"Papito, let's go! You know I have a bum shoulder." Penelope said

He groaned, and picked up one bag, then went right back to the couch with his computer. I set down the two bags I was carrying, on the table, and walked over to the couch.

"Thank you. Next time I'll Skype you." Penelope said, sarcastically, due to his lack of help

I looked over his shoulder, at his computer screen, to find he was looking at a pair of shoes.

"Still looking for sneakers? You know, it's not that big of a deal." I said

"As your best friend, I'm inclined to tell you that what you just said was stupid. Also, you wear the same shoes everyday, so... shh." Alex said, making me roll my eyes and slouch on the couch.

Then Alex's grandma, Lydia, pulled open the curtain that separates her room, dramatically.

"We have a problem." Lydia said

"Hey, Lydia." I said, waving

"Hello, little one. Have you been working on your Spanish?" She asked, smiling

and beautiful cheerleader named Layla. A handsome and smooth baseball...

"Trying. Gracias por enseñarme." I said, attempting to show what I'd learned

She nodded approvingly (A/N: if my Spanish is wrong please let me know, because I have no clue how to speak it)63

"I know. The hipsters have discovered Porto's" Penelope said, referring back to what Lydia was talking about, "Line around the block is like the freakin Apple Store now."

"Mom!" Elena yelled, coming in

"And this one, I don't like her anymore." Lydia said, pointing an accusing finger at Elena

"I don't care if you like me. At least y/n does." Elena said, making them both look at me to see if it was true

"Elena, I love you but please don't get me in trouble with your grandma. She scares me." I said

"Sounds like you're both on the same page." Penelope said

"Your daughter does not want to have a quinces." Lydia said

"What? Why? We already booked the room, and I found a great band. Okay, it's a deejay. Okay, it's your brother with an IPod playlist, but it's a very good playlist." Penelope insisted

"I researched the history of quinceañeras and found out they're totally misogynistic." Elena said

"She's been reading again. Why do you let her read?" Lydia said, as they walked in the kitchen

I turned back to Alex

"Are you listening to music?" I asked, which he nodded to

"Let me listen." I said, flipping one of the headphones inside out so I could hear.

____________

A few minutes later, Lydia took off Alex's headphones and started speaking to him in Spanish.

"Yeah, she has not taught me that yet." I said to Elena and Penelope, making the laugh

Alex said something back to her in Spanish and she laughed.4

"Abuelita I'll learn more Spanish when you learn English." Elena said

"Ooh, shouldn't have said that." I said to Elena

"I know the English. Besides, your abuelo, God rest his soul, did not marry me for my mind." Lydia said

Elena looked confused and walked away.

"Who do you think you're insulting?" Penelope asked her

"Good one, Mom. By the way, what are the last 16 digits of your credit card?" Alex asked, making me flick him

"Smooth, genius." I said, sarcastically

"Uh, What are you doing? Are you shopping? Cause who said you could shop?" Penelope asked, looking at his screen

"You said I could order sneakers for school." He said

"Five pairs?" I asked, laughing

"Monday through Friday. Don't worry, I don't need weekend sneakers." He said

"Oh, well..I can't have my son in Monday sneakers on a Saturday. Somebody might call child services." Penelope said, sarcastically

"Mom, I'm serious. I'm in middle school now. How I look kinda matters." He said

"No, it doesn't." I said from the couch

"Okay, So you can buy one pair for under $40." She said

"Forty?" He said

"That'll get you perfectly good sneakers to last the whole year." She said

"The whole year? Okay, Mom, I know we're not rich, but are we poor?" He asked

"Oh, come on. You can buy like four pairs of shoes at Payless for $40." I said6

"Payless! Who are you?" He said, dramatically

"No, we're... fine." She said

"That sounds like poor." He said

"We're not poor! I mean, look around! We have a TV, a refrigerator. You have a laptop." She said

"These are things that poor people have." He said

"We have an air conditioner." She said

"You never let us turn it on." He said

"The point is you could, but don't. Don't ever touch that thing." She said

"All right, it's Friday night. Family dinner time. Come on, let's go!" Penelope said

"All right, I'm gonna go." I said, getting up

"Wait, you don't want to stay." She said

"I'm okay. I think Schneider ordered Chinese anyway." I said

"It's probably because she thinks our food is too spicy." Alex said, smirking

"Hey! I can handle spicy food...kinda. Okay, that was a lie. My stomach is too weak." I said

"Too much information." Penelope said, laughing

"Sorry. Bye, Ms Alvarez. Bye, Elena. Bye, Lydia." I said, walking out the door

"Bye, brace face." I said to Alex, walking back in, before shutting the door again.2

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"Please shave it." I begged Schneider the next day, as we walked over to the Alvarez's.

"No, I look good." He said, knocking

"Keep telling yourself that." I said as the door opened

"Schneider! y/n! Well, you grew out that mustache, huh?" Penelope said, noticing his facial hair

"Yeah, I finally took the plunge and went full handlebar. Feeling really good about it." He said walking in with his tools, as I followed him.

"I feel like it says, "I mean business." He said

"Yes, if your business is taming lions." Penelope said

He sighed and turned away

"Wait! I have one. You're 40 and you look stupid." I said bluntly, making Penelope laugh

"I knew it!" He said, ripping it off

"What? That's fake?" Penelope asked

"Wow, it's sad that I didn't notice you mysteriously grew a mustache in a day... and I live with you." I said

I turned to the hallway, "I'm gonna go get Alex."

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"Get up lazy." I said, pushing Alex out of his bed

"Ay! What are you doing here?" He asked

"Schneider dragged me over so he could fix your guys sink." I said

"You know, it's only been ten months since we became friends and you're already pushing me out of my bed." He said

"Honestly, I should have done that a long time ago, because that was funny. Also, I was your first friend and your family loves me, so... you can't get rid of me." I said, walking out and he followed me

We walked into the living room to hear Penelope complain.

"Mami, please, put those away. I hate those pictures. Burn it!" Penelope said, grabbing the photo album Lydia was holding

Schneider, Alex, and I gathered around her to see her old quinceañera pictures.

"Oh, Hey! The quinceañera. You're doing it! Elena, I knew you'd come around." Schneider said

"She didn't! She thinks she's being sold into slavery." Penelope asked

"That's not really part of it, right?" Schneider asked, as we all stared him

"You know what? Let me talk to her." Schneider said

"No, I don't think you should do that." I said, trying to stop him

"Hey, girl! How you livin? Your abuela wants to throw you a sick kick back on a Saturday night. You know, keep it one hundred. You down?" Schneider said, trying to be cool

"Wow. Lots of second hand embarrassment off that." I said

"What's happening right now?" Elena asked confused

"Schneider, she's gonna do it. I got this. You know what, Captain Debater? Let's debate this. But we're no doing regular debate. It's gotta be the whole thing I saw you do where we argue the opposite side to better understand each other." Penelope said

"You mean a Lincoln-Douglas debate? My specialty? I once successfully argued against gravity, so..." Elena said

"Ooh, Ima take my earrings off...cause it's about to go down!" Penelope said

We all sat on the couch to watch.

"The issue before us is quinces or no quinces. Okay.. so I'm You." Elena said, taking off her glasses

"Mmm, listen kid! A quinces is just about the village celebrating that you're a woman, which I know you know cause you're the smartest one in the family!" Elena said, in an exaggerated accent while she danced

"Oh, I got better moves than that, right?" Penelope asked us

"Eh.." we all said

"But village isn't literal. It just means your family and your friends. So, what's so bad about this modern village coming together to celebrate you?" Elena finished

"Oh, Yeah! She's good." Lydia said while we clapped

"Oh, my money is on her. You guys wanna start taking bets? Actually, scratch that. I'm addicted to gambling." Schneider said

"Okay, now I'll be you." Penelope said

She took Elena's glasses and beanie and put them on.

"Oh, my god! Do you even hear yourself? Seriously! Your argument is that my adulthood has to be approved by your friends? Pass!" Penelope said, raising her voice

We all stared at her, and cringed

"Well, I'm not gonna clap for that." Lydia said

"So you want to crush my heart into pieces.. after I worked so hard to give you an opportunity in this land of the free and home of the brave?" Elena said, still copying Penelope

"That's not me, that's her." Penelope said, pointing to Lydia

"You make me sound like I have an accent." Lydia said, making me laugh

"Let's end this. Elena, you wrecked your first communion because, as a vegetarian, you wouldn't eat the body of Christ. You even refused to take any pictures with Santa because your abuelita wouldn't admit that Christmas is a pagan ritual." Elena said

"Jesus and Santa were cousins. Everyone knows this." Lydia said

"Who cares? You get presents." I said

"So, when it comes to your quinces... I'm pleading with you. Can't you do his one thing for our mother who loves you?" Elena said

"Okay, Mom, I'll do it." Penelope said still imitating Elena, as everyone gasped

"Wait, What?" Elena asked

"I'm saying, you win! You should have a quinces just like you proved." Penelope said

We all laughed

"Dang! Mami set you up!" Alex said

"I didn't realize how right I was. She said a bunch of stuff I didn't even think of!" Penelope said cheering

"Okay, this was stupid! I'm still not having a quinces." Elena yelled

"Oh, God, just accept it. You're Cuban, you're 15, you're gonna have a big party, with a poofy dress and a bad photo. It's what we do." Penelope said4

Elena yelled in Spanish, ran off, and slammed her door.

"She can speak Spanish." Lydia said

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Later, after school, I was at the Alvarez's house while Schneider fixed their sink. Me and Alex were watching something on his computer, when his mom walked in.

She was holding a lot of boxes so I got up to help her. I took two.

"Alex. Alex!" Penelope said

"He can't hear you! He is possessed by the YouTube." Lydia said9

I help set down the boxes on the table.

"I can explain." Alex said

"Really? You can explain why one pair of sneakers magically became five? Because that is some Jesus crap right there. Sorry I said Jesus so close to the word crap." Penelope said, as Lydia did the sign of the cross

"Mom, this family's been through a lot, and I felt like I need to provide.. because I'm the man of the house now." Alex said

"Are you, though?" I questioned

"Oh, that's why you bought five pairs of sneakers?" Penelope asked

"That's why I bought no pairs of sneakers." Alex said

"Oh, he's into magic now? Can I be your assistant? No, I will become focus." Lydia said

"Free returns, Mom. I can order any pair I want, wear them a couple of times. As long as I keep them clean, I can send them right back." Alex said

"I know you wanna be mad, but that's kinda genius." Schneider said

I shrugged kinda agreeing.

"No, it's not. Alex, there's no way you can keep all these sneakers clean enough to send back." Penelope said

"Oh, no?" Alex said, propping his shoes up on the table

"Oh, so, it's six pairs of shoes? Okay, what about the bottoms? You've been walking around all day." Penelope said

"Oh, you're right, Mom." Alex said

Then, he pulled a cover off the bottom of the shoe, revealing the clean under side.

"I'm mean, you gotta get him on Shark Tank or something." Schneider said, throwing his hands up

"No. No, this ends now. It's like you're stealing." She said

"Exactly! It's like I'm stealing." He said

"No, you're not charming your way out of this. I said one new pair. You disobeyed me. Now, you get no pairs. No, you know what? Now, you get Elena's old sparkly ones." Penelope said

"With the multicultural princesses? No!" He said

"Lucky for you, She never wore them because they were too gender specific. She did like that they were diverse." Penelope said, picking up the boxes

"I'm not wearing those. I still don't understand why I can't buy these. Don't you have more money now that Papi's gone?" He asked

"What?" She asked

"Well, you have a job, plus Papi gives you money, right? So that's, like, double money." He said

"Wow. That was ignorant." I whispered, sinking into the couch.

"Sit down." She said, pushing out the kitchen chair

"Let me talk to him." Schneider said

"Out!" Penelope yelled

Me and Schneider sprinted out.

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Later, I snuck into Alex's room from the other side of the building. I knocked on the window and he opened it up.

"So, you're mom gave you a pair of sneakers back?" I asked

"Yep. But I realized that I don't need a lot down here, because I have a lot going on up here." He said, pointing at his face

"Yeah, Uh huh." I said, faking a smile

Then I rummaged through his closet

"Can, I borrow one of your school shirts? Schneider washed mine with the colors, and now they're a different color." I said

"Yeah, But it's gonna be big on you." He said

"That fine I'll just roll my skirt and tuck it in." I said, taking one out and smelling it.

"Wow. It doesn't smell terrible." I said, surprised

"I know right. I decided to let my mom finally wash them." He said, proudly

"Wow, you got issues." I laughed

"Night brace face." I said leaving out the window

"Night, frizz ball." He yelled, referring to my hair

I laughed and shut the window.+

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[jayascorner]

lights part 1

tyler joseph x reader

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touring with many bands was the best thing that could ever happen to you. being a professional photographer made it so fun traveling around the world with many artists. especially if it’s your favorite artist or band. you’ve gotten to tour with panic! at the disco, fall out boy, twenty one pilots, my chemical romance when they were still together, and many more.

you recently got to go back on tour with twenty one pilots again, for their newest album. they know you fairly well, and vice versa.

[now this is just background information, let’s get to the story]

you’re meeting them at an airport, because they’re first stop is Nashville, Tennessee, conveniently where you live.

you arrive at the airport, kinda nervous since these guys are super popular and successful. i mean, you know them so it shouldn’t be that nerve racking.

they don’t show up for another 30 minutes, so you have some time to think this through.

ok. so i’ll say, “hey! long time no see! i mean if you remember me.” eww no that’s just cringy.

maybe.. “hi tyler and josh! wow it’s been so long i almost didn’t recognize you there.” nOPE no no no. what if they haven’t changed?

i could go like, “hey guys. i’m so sorry about the death of your grandfather, tyler.” okay no. we’re getting too personal here.

alright at this point ima just stick with improvising. yeah... watch me make a fool out of myself. ok now i’m nervous. this is gonna be-

“y/n l/n. that’s you right?”

oh there they are... shoot what do i say?

*i’m thinking....i’m thinking....*

oh yes time to put on my acting skills.

“uhhh yeah? who are you guys?” you ask, trying your best to sound bewildered by random people knowing your name.

“wha- you know who we are.” tyler says.

“maybe it’s been so long i didn’t recognize y’all... twenty one pilots right?” you start to ponder out loud, obviously acting.

josh laughs. “i think you should be an actor.”

“yeah, you got me. i was kidding.” you say.

tyler shoots josh a look of ‘how’d you do that?’

“what?” josh whispers.

“never mind.” tyler shakes his head.

you take some time to think of what to say next.

“so how have y’all been?”

they both take a seat at your bench.

tyler sighs. “oh y’know, i’ve been better. i had a pretty rough morning.”

“why?” you ask, growing more and more curious about his morning.

“well actually, he just hates getting up that early. he’s not used to it.” josh chimes in.

“yeah and i didn’t get my coffee.” he crosses his arms.

“now that sucks.” i point a finger in the air.

it really does.

josh laughs. “you don’t drink coffee, tyler.”

“oh you’re right! i don’t drink coffee.” tyler announces. josh just looks at him and facepalms.

“sorry y/n. he does this when he sees pretty girls.”

tyler laughs sarcastically.

“shut up josh.”

oh shoot he’s right. i’m pretty? he never acted like that last time...

~~time skeep

since you’re the one who drove out there to get them, you have to drive them to their bus.

“nice ride you got here.” tyler says as you hop in the driver seat of your jeep.

“thanks. any of y’all wanna sit in the passenger seat? or y’all good back there?”

“yeah we’re good.” josh replies.

they buckle up in the back, since nobody wants to neglect anyone alone in the backseat.

you guys get to catch up on your lives a little bit on the ride back, and you realize how much you’ve missed touring with them. they’re really cool dudes to be around. this is going to be an exciting 8 months. you thought to yourself. although tyler didn’t seem as talkative....

“is this it?” you ask, driving up to one of the tour buses in the area.

“yeah.” josh says. you guys hop out of the jeep.

you all get settled, and unpack your bags.

“this is by far, the nicest tour bus i’ve ever seen.” you say, astonished at how high quality it is.

“comes from the best.” tyler adds.

“yeah i can see that.”

since there’s really nothing to do, and it’s about an hour past one, you ask them if they want to eat.

“sure.” josh says.

“yeah i’m starving. is there a taco bell around here?” tyler asks, while the two of them look at you, knowing that you live here.

“well yeah, but there aren’t around this specific place.” you announce.

tyler purses his lips.

“how long?”

“oh i dunno,” you wave your hand in the air. “maybe half an hour.”

“i mean, i can go with you. tyler will wait here.” josh suggests.

“ok i guess that would work. what about you, tyler?” you ask him, to make sure he’s okay with that.

he shrugs, but then says sure.

“okay then, we’re gonna go now.”

~~~~

“so what does tyler eat here?”

josh shrugged, “anything, really. he loves all of their food. he wrote a whole saga about this place.”

oh. so he’s that person...

“oh so i’ll just call him.” you state to yourself.

you pull in to the driveway of the chain restaurants, and when you guys get to where taco bell is supposed to be, it’s as if it’s under reconstruction.

you stop the car.

“well crap.”

josh sighs. “yeah tyler’s gonna be pissed.”

you turn over to josh, “so...plan B?”

“yeah.”

you drive by in the nearest parking lot and park in one of the slots.

you pull out your phone from one of the cup holders.

“what’s tyler’s phone number?”

“you wanna contact him?” josh asks.

“well yeah, i’m gonna make a quick phone call.” you say.

he recites tyler’s phone number and you type it on your keypad.

ringggg

ringggggggg

ri-

“this is tyler joseph.”

“oh good josh gave me the right number.”

“who is this?”

“a complete stranger that found josh dun in a parking lot.”

josh chuckles at that.

“no seriously who is this?” he asks once more.

“it’s y/n.” you say with a eye roll.

“oh ok, can i have a cheesy gord-“

“no i’m not taking your order, taco bell’s under reconstruction.”

“oh great.” he mutters under his breath.

“do you like chipotle?” you ask, hoping his answer is yes.

“sure, y’all can get that instead. but just know, i’m suing.”

“no, tyler you’re not suing.”

“well i can because i’m-“

“nuh-uh just because you’re tyler joseph, does not mean you can sue taco bell.” you interrupt him.

“alright, mom.” he says jokingly.

“i ain’t ‘cho mom.” and with that, you hang up.

josh laughs a bit. “it’s a good thing you hung up, because he could’ve said something else.”

...what?

“what might that have been?” you ask, totally not having any idea as to what he’s hinting at.

“i don’t think i would like to specify.” he adds, as you turn around to drive out to chipotle.

“is it bad?”

he stays silent for a few seconds.

“no it’s not bad.....actually yeah it’s pretty bad.”

“oh. oh i think i know.” you say, once you get the idea. “is it the opposite of mom?”

“yeah.” he says with some guilt.

“oh that’s terrible. i thought he had a girlfriend.”

“no, actually he hasn’t had one since...geez i have no idea.” he chuckles.

“it’s been that long huh? that’s surprising. he’s kinda cute.”

he doesn’t say anything, so you guys sit there in silence for the rest of the drive.

you arrive at chipotle, since it was only a couple miles away.

“so what does he eat here?” you ask.

he tells you what tyler likes so you get an idea of what will satisfy him. after walking in the doors and fighting the line, it’s finally your turn to order.

“good afternoon, what would you like to start off with?” one of the employees says.

“hi, i would like a bowl, and a burrito as well because i’m ordering for someone else.”

“sure thing ma’am. would you like rice?” he recites, well used to taking people’s orders.

“yes please.”

“brown or white?”

“uh...” you look at josh for any preference. he mouths ‘white’.

“white please.” you smile friendly.

“alright, ma’am. now do you want the same for your bowl?”

“actually i’ll have brown rice in the bowl, thank you.” you say as politely as possible.

“now what would you like, ma’am?” he asks again.

“uh may i have some chicken in the bowl and in the burrito as well?”

he nods and does exactly what you asked.

“and some black beans in the bowl, and pinto in the burrito.”

“yes ma’am.”

“extra pico with red chili salsa in the burrito , and guac in the bowl. and also lettuce and extra cheese in both.” you finish.

the employee is finishing your order while you wait for the rest. josh is almost done with his while you get to the cashier with the food.

“would you like a drink with this, ma’am?” the lady asks.

“yes please, may i have a water and a soft drink?”

she hands you the cups, and you say thank you.

she gives you the total and then you pay.

after a few moments she gives you the card back. “thank you ma’am, have a nice day!”

“thank you so much! you too.”

you grab the food and the cups and head to the soda dispenser.

josh follows a little bit after.

“too bad there isn’t any red bull.” he says, jokingly.

you laugh, “yeah, what should we get him?”

“maybe a coke or something.”

“ok cool.”

once everything is settled you leave and get back to the jeep.

to be continued...

[jikook-love]

Is the ask game done?? I have a few! “No More Dream” 😉 maybe it’s the kind of dream that makes you wish for no more dreams lmao ;) “2 Cool 4 School”, “Circle Room Cypher”, “Boyz with Fun” and “N.O.” Hope I didn’t go overboard :)

Nope! Not done, thank you for playing and your interest in me ;-;

No More Dream: Tell us about a dream you had about your bias

If it’s Namjoon I’ve dreamed about that guy a lot. But it’s weird because he always appears as a close guy friend that I just hang out and chill with but then it feels really warm and shiet >.

And yes I’ve had jikook dreams (as those of us who have gone too deep tend to have). When Jimin appears, he’s always with Jungkook. And they’re always a canon couple. Making out. On couches and shiet. And when I wake up I realize it’s not real and I’m like...hMmMmmMmm

2 cool 4 skool: When you were a kid, what was that one thing that everyone obsessed over? Did you like it too?

Beyblades and Pokemon Cards? I was totally interested but my parents couldn’t afford those trifling things XD

Video games though, were a forever and always. I was playing Super Mario Bros since I was 3 and when we got to Grade 8 where everyone was playing Mario Kart I kept getting 1st amongst all the students in the entire grade on our grad trip :3 One of the proudest moments, especially when everyone was shook like “What? You’re good?!” ^^

Circle Room Cypher: Tell us about your BFF.

Right now I have a tight knit group of friends that have stuck with me still even after my undergrad (which says a lot LOL). There’s...six of us, and we’re all somewhat established ish (if me with my grad school counts LOL), and despite our jobs and stuff we still try to make time and hang out with each other after work once a week. And I think that’s pretty fortunate :’)

Boyz with Fun: List your 5 favorite bias group moments

Well actually, my bias group isn’t BTS (cuz im loyal LOL), but for the sake of this blog i’ll pick out my top 5 BTS moments ;)

1. EYES, NOSE & LIPS Bangtan Bomb

2. EVERYBODY MYUNGSOO SHAKE IT (yah, Jimin and Hoseok totally went clubbing together despite what they insist. i need to watch this video omg.)

3. Perfect Man Live Cover

4. Ping Pong Game (Hoseok getting rekt and Jimin kept fraternizing with the enemy (Jungkook) ._.)

5. Runway Fashion Bangtan Bomb

I mean these are old but this is what I wrote years ago as well so this is what we’re gonna go with XD 

N.O: Tell me about your most rebellious moment.

maybe not the most rebellious but the one that makes the best story is me refusing to acknowledge the bastard my mom keeps trying to hook me up with :D 

and before you call me unreasonably rude, ima disclose: this guy literally goes CRYING to my mom because i wouldn’t give him the time of day. and guess what? MY MOM FELT BAD FOR HIM and scolded me for being cold. picks a fackboi over her own daughter

._. ._. ._.

so yeah, he’s in my phone contacts with a very derogatory name but yah, can’t wait for him to fuck off and leave me alone :D

...welp that got personal. LOL. but thanks for playing. and no, not too much at all lololol

[sotheywrotestories]

I Swear To God If You Don’t Shut Up-

Request;

Haven't asked for a fic from you in a hot minute so could i get a peter p x reader where the reader's got a killer migraine? Totally not asking cuz I had a migraine today 👀👀

@ima-fucking-nerd

Pairings; Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings; A migraine? Some angry reader, cursing

I made my mom shut off my light and close the door when she left my room. The tiniest of light was killing my eyes and the smallest noise made my head pound. 

It wasn’t uncommon of me to have migraines. Normally I’d get one or two a year but lord help me when I do. 

I had texted Peter earlier to let him know I wouldn’t be making it into school today. Whenever I don’t let him know he loses his shit. 

I burrowed into my blankets with all intentions of waiting on Advil and sleep take over my life. I was almost asleep when someone knocked on my window. I know it wasn’t my mom because she was at work. 

I ignored it at first, but whoever it was was persistent. I rolled out of bed, stomped to the window, and shoved open my blinds. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened the window. 

“I swear to god if you don’t shut up I will personally push you off of the fire escape,” I growled. 

“Are you okay?” the knocker responded. 

“Peter?” I peeled open my eyes a little. 

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Peter responded, pushing me back a little and slipping into my room. 

“Please close the blinds,” I turned back to bed.

“Okay?” Peter closed the blinds. 

The light was gone and few moments I heard a few quiet shuffles.

“(Y/N)?” Peter whispered. 

“Please be quiet, my head is pounding,” I whined.

“Oh, (Y/N),” Peter sighed, tiptoeing over to my bed. 

He carefully moved me under the blanket before crawling in with me. His movements were slow and precise, careful to not make too much noise to scare me or make my migraine worse. The blanket was pulled up to my chin, my head was placed into Peter’s neck. I took a deep breath, his scent immediately calming me down. 

Instead of holding me like he normally does, he placed one hand over my ear while the other carded through my hair. His hand over my ear blocked out sound while keeping me sheltered from the light as well. Instead of singing like he normally does, Peter hummed, letting the vibrations sooth me. 

And for once, my migraine wasn’t that bad. 

this was shit, sorry bailey

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