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xnchxntmxnt · 4 years ago

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Sooooooo request/drabble idea, reader leaves for the day and doesn't tell their Hq bf where they are going and they come back later at night, bruised. Their boyfriend is freaking out but it turns out they just went paintballing with some friend and they told their bf but he forgot. Sorry if its kinda long if you feel like writing any of that have fun and you can do it with whatever Hq man's you want

𝑌𝑒𝑎ℎ, 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝐼𝑑𝑒𝑎

tw//cw: mentions of bruises/injuries (paintball), light cursing

Can I tell you how hard I GEEKED OUT when I saw ‘whatever hq man you want’ like AAAAAA the freedom and power that come with that statement

After a lot of fighting back and forth with myself about ideas, I finally picked our precious Iwa-chan just because I’ve recently realized just how much I love him

Also, you guys can fight me: Iwa is a legit human heater and you can fight me on this

TW//CW: mentions of injuries/bruises, light cursing

Reader info: GN!Reader, adult reader if that matters

Word count: 630

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Coming home from a game of paintball with your friends was always...an experience. The day was fun and you had a great time, but by the time they dropped you off, you were ready to pass out from exhaustion.

You walked in the door of your apartment you shared with your boyfriend, Iwazumi Hajime, and kicked your shoes off. “I’m home, baby!” you yell out, hoping he’d hear you. You didn’t feel like walking around to search for him, so you headed down the hallway to get a shower. He’d come to find you if he wanted to say hi. At the moment, you’d kill for a hot shower and maybe a backrub if he was alright with that.

You got a shower, wrapped up in nice, warm PJs, and headed to your bedroom. When you got there, you saw Hajime laying in bed, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled slightly at you; you smiled back.

“How was your day, sweetheart?” he asked, holding out his arms for you. If the epitome of a human heater was offering cuddles, you decided it would be better to take off your (technically his) sweatshirt.

You tried to lay down next to him when he suddenly sat you up. “What did you do all day?” he asked, gently running his hand over your arm. He only sounded more concerned the longer he looked at your arms and what he could see of your legs. “Geez, baby--are you okay? What the hell happened? Who do I need to--”

You laughed, shaking your head at him. He forgot, hadn’t he? Sure, there were a few bruises here and there (and maybe a brush burn on your elbows from hitting the ground the wrong way) but you’d be fine. It was your basic injuries, nothing you hadn’t dealt with before. And least no one ended up with a busted nose this time. But the way he got all defensive was adorable (even if he’d be mad at you for saying it).

“This--this isn’t funny, why are you laughing? Are you okay?” he continued, only making you laugh harder.

When you finally caught your breath, however, you shook your head at him. “I would have called if it was something bad, Haji. No, I went out to paintball with my friends today.”

You could see the way his shoulders relaxed the moment you said 'paintball'. He was adorable, wasn’t he? He’d be mad at you for saying it (“I’m not adorable," "how can I be adorable," "you’re full of it”), but it was true.

“I...I am not always the smartest,” he said with a sigh, pulling you in close to him. You wrapped your arms around his waist, laying your head on his chest when he laid back. “I forgot, I’m sorry. (Y/N). But you would call me if something happened, right?”

“Yeah, I would. And then you’d call your old teammates and whoever was messing with me would be dead.”

“Glad you know me so well,” he chuckled, kissing the side of your head. “You’re going to want a heating pad tomorrow. What do you say to me making breakfast?”

You sigh, pulling the blankets over the both of you. You could hardly pay attention to what he was saying; after you stopped laughing, the real exhaustion kicked in and you got somehow more tired. “Whatever you say, baby…” you mumble, smiling as he started running his hands over your head to feel your soft hair, just how he liked to before bed.

“Alright, you’re already not paying attention. Good night, sleepyhead.”

“Goodnight, baby...I love you too.”

He hummed in reply, taking a few moments before responding. “Yeah, I love you too. Go to sleep.”

“Good idea.”

I hope you guys enjoyed this! It’s a little short so I’m gonna post something else this week hopefully.

Stay safe and drink some water!

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waystobuild-blog · 4 years ago

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Top 7 CN Shows That Would Work Better in Live Action than PPG

So I think everybody’s talked about why CW Powerpuff Girls doesn’t work, whether or not it’s a real thing or not? Who even knows. But while thinking about how this:

is kinda awful for Powerpuff Girls, I got thinking what shows that this style of a reboot would work for. In which it’s live action, the character is depressed and has sort of resentment towards their childhood now and that sort of thing.

So what are the top 7 shows that I think this

Number 7:

Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends

At Number 7 we have Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends. Seems fitting that we’d start the list with another one of Craig McCracken’s biggest hits. Why do I think the premise of “Oh, life sucks now and I kinda wasted my childhood” would work for Foster’s? For the plain and simple fact that for a few episodes of the show, there was a focus on Mac growing up and whether or not he should leave his friends at Foster’s behind him. You could play a lot with that concept combined with the live action reboot thing. Maybe an older version of the character is dealing with whether or not to let go of both Bloo and the past and move on with his life. Frankie being a young adult during the time of the original show could also be a pretty instrumental character since it was a matter of living there, caring for the friends, having that job and balancing this life with the life that she had outside of the house.

Not quite a coming of age story but a sort of “Hey, my life has gone nowhere and where could I go with this now? Do I keep the friends I loved and cherished as a child or move onto other things? Is there a way to do both?”

Only thing I wouldn’t want though is CGI monstrosity friends. Those would be kinda the worst…

Number 6:

Okay, let’s actually talk about a real superhero show this time around. Or would this count as a superhero show? Well, they certainly do a lot of cool time travelling so I’m gonna say it’s a superhero show. Of course, I mean Time Squad.

Now if you haven’t guessed, I don’t have the most experience with this show but I know enough to think that this is something that could actually work well. I mean, Otto was a kid who was basically running around all over history protecting the balance of time with a stuck up robot and a dude who is a little too into all of this. Imagine if he just sorta did this for all of his childhood and realizing as a young adult that “Crap, I didn’t really have a childhood.” With the dynamic of the squad, the potential to expand the greater organization as a whole and just all the time travel shenanigans that could happen, I don’t see a reason not to do it.

Plus, CW already has Legends of Tomorrow and that’s awesome so even less likely to screw it up if they’ve already got a model to do it off of right?

Number 5:

The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack

Yo ho ho, it is a sailor’s life for me. And in this sailor’s life we’re coming in with Number 5: The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack. Now this is a bit of an odd choice, right? But hear me out.

Flapjack as a child kinda had only Bubbie and K’nuckles as guides for his life. While they mostly spent their lives at Stormalong Harbor, they also constantly spent their lives looking for Candied Island. What if they never stopped looking and eventually, little kid Flapjack is a grown up now and he’s like “Oh wow. I wanted adventure but I was kinda manipulated to follow this creepy old man’s dreams of candy.” I think going heavy and hard on this sort of found family between them would be kinda fun. How K’nuckles wasn’t the best role model and how they’ve still only got each other in this world, that sort of thing.

Plus, a live action Stormalong would be sooooooo cool.

Number 4:

Ben 10

As the old saying goes, it started when an alien device did what it did, stuck itself upon his wrist with secrets that it hid, now he’s got superpowers he’s no ordinary kid, it’s Ben 10.

And unfortunately in CW’s Ben 10, he’s not a kid who just wants to have fun. Nah, he’s got a lot of emotional stuff to deal with and all of that depressing stuff. Isn’t it great? Now I do think that this could work especially if you work it in where maybe Ben enlisted into the plumbers after his summer vacation and it just kinda escalated from there to the point where here he is now.

Say what you will, but at least with Ben 10, we’ve seen it hit a more grounded and emotional place with Ben 10 Alien Force and Ultimate Alien so I don’t believe that this would be too far of a stretch with how that show worked and a lot of people happened to really like those iterations of the show.

Granted, I actually do want a CW styled Ben 10, but less edgy Arrow style and more along the lines of The Flash, but I’d still take this too.

And now before we get into the top 3, let’s get into a few honorable mentions.

First up, we’ve got Steven Universe. Now honestly, this could work really well, the only issue with that is that we’ve kinda already seen this story told and that was with Steven Universe Future. Good stuff and a lot of potential, but we’ve seen it and I don’t think we need to see it again with a live action coat of paint.

Next up there’s Codename Kids Next Door. Honestly, I think the only real spinoff we need for Kids Next Door is Galactic. That’s it. Anything else is unnecessary. Still, with this sort of concept an older KND who has been decommissioned and feels like there’s something missing in their lives that they just don’t understand would be really cool. Although maybe that would work as like a movie or special or somethin’ I don’t know.

And finally for the last of the honorable mentions we’ve got Teen Titans. While I am trying to keep this list to CN Originals, I couldn’t help but bring this one up. How Long is Forever is one of my all-time favorite episodes of the 2003 series so I think seeing a series taking place in that timeline or something similar would be a lot of fun maybe for like a miniseries or something. And honestly, anything’s better than Titans.

With those three out of the way, back to the list.

Number 3:

The Life and Times of Juniper Lee

In a world full of monsters and demons, June is the only one who sees them. This is the Life and Times of Juniper Lee and it makes number three on my list.

Now, like Time Squad, I didn’t watch much of this show. But what I do know about this show is that June is cool and she’s got this whole legacy and destiny by being the newest Te Xaun Ze, which are basically the magical protectors of her town. Only problem, and why I think that this direction for this show would actually be kinda cool, is the whole thing that the Te Xaun Ze is never allowed to leave the town at any point in their lives and oh boy, you could actually go really hard on that with this format since it’s literally built into the show.

Juniper Lee all grown up and just straight up depressed because she’s got the cool powers and grabs all the monsters but everyone around her has moved on in their lives. Friends have gone off to college and started all their lives and she’s got nothing but her family in Orchid Bay. You’d have a story of someone who once was big on their destiny who has accepted it but wishes that it wasn’t theirs anymore. I do know the show dealt with this a bit but with a new continuity and an older version of the character you really could just go in and deep on this.

I stand by that this would actually be pretty cool and kinda want it. Honestly, I like this idea so much that I wasn’t sure whether to put this in the number three or the number two spot, but y’know what? The next show told me a little secret that gave it the edge.

Number 2:

The Secret Saturdays

That’s right, it’s the Secret Saturdays.

Zak Saturday went all around the world with his parents discovering ancient cryptids, protecting the world and everything. He got some cool siblings in Fiskerton, Komodo and Zon. And then to add on top of that that he’s also the reincarnation of an ancient cryptid set to rule and control all the cryptids in the world? Yeah, that’ll do it. Definitely not the type of life he asked for and kid went through a lot because of it especially after losing those powers and apparently getting them back if we’re to count the Omniverse crossover TGIS to be canon.

But having parents like Zak’s, everything with the community of Secret Scientists and not really having many friends his own age or well, his own species will do that.

Exploring Zak and maybe Argost coming back for powers he might not want anymore and learning to embrace his destiny while also trying to patch up the Saturday family would be awesome.

Number 1:

Dexter’s Laboratory

Now while I know we already have a live action Dexter and it was an incredible hit, I- Wait, not the same show.

Ahem, Dexter’s Laboratory makes the top of this list. Partially because of it being PPG’s sister series but also partially because of the whole thing of there’s a lot you could do with Dexter’s character in terms of depression. If someone with such a high intellect were to somehow lose it all or just in some way, never really got forward in life, that would do it. Dexter could be a type of character that’s too stuck inside his own head in order to move forward. Alternatively, maybe Dexter is highly successful but has found there’s something missing in life or something. I dunno.

But whichever way you decide to go with Dexter’s character, you could have Dee Dee be pretty much the opposite of that. Maybe she’s found herself a place in life that she’s content with and Dex doesn’t understand why but wants it. I think going deep on this sort of emotional aspect of his life while also having all sorts of fun crazy science stuff would be a good watch.

All in all, gimme a Dexter’s lab show but we gotta make sure he keeps some form of an accent. No accent is a dealbreaker.

Although, I think that at the end of the day, animation should really just stay animated and that we don’t need to go live action for anything. All of these ideas I’ve presented, I’d of course rather prefer as cartoons with a more balanced tone more than anything but I figured with the announcement of a PPG show, this would be a silly but fun idea to talk about rather than ranting about it like most have. Granted, I’ve got some rants of my own since I still think it’s a bad idea. Haha. But you know how it goes.

At any rate those are all the shows I think would make better CW PPG style reboots than CW PPG. When it comes to the edginess and potential for drama, I feel these shows fit the bill better than the innocent, buttkicking action that was the Powerpuff Girls.

But what do you all think? Do you have any shows in mind that I haven’t mentioned? Do you think I’ve opened Pandora’s Box and given The CW more awful ideas?

Now, this was originally a YouTube video so you can probably see that in the way that this post, especially the ending was written, but I just still don’t really have the energy to edit stuff so have this post instead. It’s something I really wanted to discuss and just decided, hey, why not make it a Tumblr post?

#Cartoon network #PowerPuff Girls #live action remake #cw powerpuff girls #Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends #time squad #The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack #ben 10 #steven universe #steven universe future #kids next door #codename kids next door #codename knd #knd #galactic kids next door #Teen Titans #The Life and Times of Juniper Lee #secret saturdays #dexter's laboratory

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tinyboxxtink · 4 years ago

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“My Fairy Abogado” *Part 2*

I’m really shocked people like this as much as they do, this was literally a dream I had one night and decided to write about. 😁

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“Sooooooo, what was that?” Marisol immediately grilled you.

“What was what?”

“He slipped you a card! I saw it!”

“Oh,” you handed her the card. “He said he might be able to help my parents,”

“Can he even do that? Don’t you have to be like a special immigration lawyer or something?”

“He can do whatever he wants, he’s the ADA,” a voice came from behind you.

“Ah! Ash! Don’t DO that!” You spun around to see her sitting on a bar stool.

“Why? Afraid I’ll hear you talking bad about my abogado? Or….good, even?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh shut up,” You hit her. “Did you need something?”

“Yeah I just wanted to tell you Raf and I will have two number 23’s, mine with green chile sauce his with red and extra extra jalapenos, and a dozen tortillas,”

“That’s a lot of food for two people,”

“He’s buying,” She shrugged with a smile before walking back to their table.

“I swear to God that girl is like a cat,”

“Yeah, thank god she came up before we actually got to the juicy stuff!” Mari giggled.

“What ‘juicy stuff’?”

“Oh please, I saw the way you looked at him when he came in, and while you were talking to them.

“And how exactly was I looking at him?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Like a popsicle on a summer day,” She poked her tongue to the side of her mouth, moving her hand to the other side in a pumping to the side motion.

“OH MY GOD, Marisol!!!” You grabbed her hands and moved them away, looking around frantically.

“What’s that mean?”

“Ah!” You yelped again, this time it was your seven year old sister Chloe.

“Chloe, you can’t just sneak up on people,”

“I was sitting right here,”

“Right,” “Did you need something Chlo?”

“Yeah, I need a refill,” She held out her soda cup to you, which you leaned over the bar to fill up.

“Who’s that guy with Ash?” She pointed at Rafael and Ash’s table.

“He’s her…'Tio,” You lied.

“I thought it was just her and her abuela,”

“He’s a….long lost Tio,”

“Oh, why’d he give you his number?”

“Who gave Y/N his number?” Your fifteen year old brother Beto came up behind Chloe.

“Now what do you need?”

“Mas chips,” he held out the empty chip basket. You sighed and handed it Marisol to fill up from the kitchen.

“Now who gave you his number?”

“Ash’s Tio,” Chloe informed him, pointing at Rafael.

“Ash doesn’t have any family, they were all ki--” he started, but you made a slicing hand motion across your neck.

“...Kicked out of America,”

“Like mami and papi?”

“...Yeah, sure. But Ash doesn’t have anybody else,”

“Yes, she does. And he’s her--” you started to tell Chloe, but she was gone. Your eyes darted to Raf and Ash’s table, where Chloe had run off to.

“Are you Ash’s tio?” You could hear her ask, as you practically leapt over the bar and ran over to the table.

“I am so sorry, she’s…” You clamped a hand over Chloe’s mouth.

“Nosy,” Ash finished for you. She stuck her tongue out at Chloe, who did the same back. Sometimes you didn’t know who was older.

“It’s fine,” Rafael smiled, then held out his hand to Chloe. “I’m Rafael,”

“Chloe,” She took his hand very regally. “Very nice to meet you,” she said in a very proper accent.

“So why did you give my sister your number?” Beto once again came trailing up behind the group.

“Are you kidding me-- BETO,” You turned around and smacked him. “Don’t you have chips to refill? And homework to do?”

“Well if a guy papi’s age is hitting on my sister, I’d like to know about it,” he glared at Rafael, who smirked in amusement back.

“That’s it,” You took them both by their shirts and escorted them away, back to their table.

“Yasmine,” You hit your twelve year old sister, who was listening to her iPod. She took out her ear pods when you hit her.

“What?” She exclaimed angrily.

“You just let them run around, bothering customers?!” You gestured to the two of them.

“Beto’s fifteen, and he can watch Chloe. I have a science quiz tomorrow, I’m trying to study! Or do you WANT me to fail Bio? I’m sure that’ll look really awesome on the progress report that gets sent to Child Services!” She scoffed.

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes then looked at your brother and sister.

“Look-- Rafael is a nice man, who offered to help mami and papi, okay? NOBODY is hitting on anybody, it’s just a business thing. Okay?”

“He’s going to help mami and papi?!” Chloe’s eyes lit up. You probably shouldn’t have made that kind of promise, seeing as you didn’t even know if he could help you.

“Try, Chlo,” you shushed her. “Try. I don’t know if he can,”

“Yeah well, that better be all he’s doing,” Beto narrowed his eyes at their table. “I saw the way he was looking at you,”

“Beto! Jesus…” You grabbed the full chip basket off the bar and shoved it in his hands, gesturing for them both to get back in the booth.

“Now you three finish up and go upstairs, shower, and you two help Chloe to bed,” You instructed the three of them.

“And NOBODY bother Mr. Rafael again, si?” you eyed them.

“Alright fine,” Beto grabbed a chip and went back to his homework.

“I wasn’t bothering him-- but fine,” Chloe sipped her soda.

“Great,” you sighed, turning back and heading to the kitchen to grab Rafael and Ash’s food.

This was gonna be a long night.

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You walked back across the restaurant and saw Marisol handing them their food.

“Um, Mari-- I got it,” You came up behind her.

“Oh! Hey, Y/N,” She grinned. “You know, I was just thinking, maybe you sit here and chat with Rafael. I can cover the tables,”

“....And why, would I do that?”

“Because I asked her to,” Rafael poked his head around her. You glanced at Mari, who gave you a suggestive look.

“I...Um...Yeah, okay,” You shook your head and took your apron off, sitting next to Ash in the booth across from Rafael.

“I’ll be right back, margarita for the lady?” She winked.

“Use the cheap tequila, Mari!” you called after her. “It’s easier to mark off!”

“Oh I’ll pay for it,” Rafael assured you.

“What? No, that’s-- no no no, that’s fine,” You waved your hands in dismissal. You hated being a charity case.

“Oh God do I have to sit here and be a third wheel on your date,” Ash groaned.

“It’s not a date!” You blushed. “It’s an...interview,”

“An interview?”

“Well yeah, don’t you interview people you want to hire? I assume you do that with lawyers, right?”

“Oh! Yeah, sure sure,” He nodded, sipping his scotch. “Works both ways,” he winked.

“Lord Jesus kill me now,” Ash faked a gagging noise.

“If I give you the weekend off will you shut up for the rest of the meal?” You offered.

“You won’t even know I’m here,” She smiled, popping ear buds in her ears and pulling up Netflix on her phone.

“Excellent negotiating skills,” Rafael smiled. “I might have a formidable client,”

“I try,” you smiled back.

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The rest of the night went by so fast, you couldn’t believe it.

You and Rafael talked about literally everything. You told him about how you had moved into the city to pursue acting, but when your parents were deported you came back home to take care of your siblings. He told you about growing up in the Barrio, how hard he worked to pull himself up and out of it. You admired that so much, especially because it’s exactly what you were trying to do. You talked about likes, and dislikes. Favorite things, pet peeves, everything under the sun. Before you knew it, the restaurant was empty and Marisol was locking the doors.

“Oh my god,” You noticed her. “Oh my GOD, what time is it?!” You glanced at your phone.

“Oh Jesus, it’s 11:30,” Rafael noticed his watch.

“I am so sorry, Ash--” you turned next to you to see Ash asleep against the wall.

“Wow,” You half laughed. “She’s so sweet when she’s sleeping,”

“And only then,” Raf added with a laugh himself.

“Whenever you’re ready, Mr. Barba,” Marisol finally dropped off the check.

“Rafael, please Marisol,” He told her as he handed him his credit card.

“I am so sorry, I must have talked your ear off,” You apologized, nudging Ash to wake up. She slowly opened her eyes and stretched, then looked at her phone with wide eyes.

“Holy SHIT, Rafa!” She jumped up. “Abuela is gonna think the Diablo’s came for me!”

“I texted her, she knows you’re with me,” He assured her.

“Right...did you also tell her you were trying to sleep with my boss?” She raised an eyebrow.

“ASH-- Door, now.” He pointed to the front door. She rolled her eyes but went and waited outside.

“I really am sorry,” You nervously apologized again.

“Don’t be, I haven’t had someone to talk to like that in a very, very long time. It was nice,” He took your hand.

“Yeah, it was,” You could feel yourself blushing.

“Okay Rafael, there you go. And thank you for stopping in,” Mari handed him his check back.

“Thanks Mari,” He scribbled a tip and signed it, nodding to the both of you.

“Holy shit,” Mari whispered, handing you the check. Your eyes grew three sizes, you practically sprinted after Rafael.

“Wait!” You caught him as he walked halfway out the door.

“What’s up?” He turned back towards you.

“I’m, I’m sorry-- I think you might have accidentally written an extra zero, I didn’t want you to be shocked tomorrow,” You sheepishly smiled, handing him the check back. In the tip area it read “$1000”.

“Oh um...no, that’s right,” He muttered.

“...Excuse me?”

“I just, I wanted to help you out,” He gave you a soft smile.

“So...So that’s what this was,” Your voice softened.

“What?”

“This whole night,” your voice became angrier. “This whole time, you were being nice to me because you felt sorry for me?!”

“What? No! I--”

“Well thank you, Mr. Barba. But I am nobody’s charity case,” You took the check and ripped it up, tossing the confetti on the ground.

“Y/N come on, that’s not what I was--” He started to explain, but you wouldn’t hear any of it.

“Ash I’ll see you Monday,” You called to her, then shut the door and locked it, leaving Rafael standing outside, dumbfounded.

“What the hell was that?” Marisol walked towards you from the kitchen.

“The NERVE of that--” you pulled out his card from your apron and ripped it up angrily.

“What the hell did you do?” She gestured outside.

“What did I do?! Mari he just tried to give me a thousand dollars! To be ‘nice’!” You almost screamed.

“So? That is pretty damn nice!”

“I’m not a charity case!” You did your best to calm down, trying not to wake the kids. But your blood was boiling.

“Y/N look around,” Marisol gestured around the restaurant. “You are the DEFINITION of a charity case,”

“Oh screw you,” you rolled your eyes and started walking towards the back to count your

“I’m serious!” She followed you.

“You’re drowning, and you know it. You have zero idea how to run this place, let alone take care of your brother and sisters,” She gestured upstairs.

“My parents opened and kept this place running for 25 years, with nobody’s charity,” you mumbled angrily.

“Yeah and they started with just the two of them, not three extra mouths to feed,” She stopped you from counting and made you look at her.

“What are you gonna do when Child Services shows up and they see the shape this place is in? They’ll take them, and then you’ll really have no one.” She pushed a finger on your chest.

“This perfectly nice, amazingly attractive guy shows up and offers not only to help you get your parents back but graciously gives you some extra money? And you yelled at him?!”

“You yelled at Rafael?!” Chloe’s voice came from the stairs.

“Oh my god, Chloe!” You turned to see her sitting on the bottom stair. “You are supposed to be in bed!”

“I couldn’t sleep, you weren’t upstairs,” She shrugged. “Why did you yell at Rafael?! Now he’ll never help mami and papi!”

“Chlo, come on he--”

“No! He wanted to help, and you yelled at him. Now he’ll never come back, and we’ll never see mami and papi again! I hate you!” She stomped back up the stairs in tears.

“...Great,” You sighed, looking at Marisol who had a look. “What?”

“I’m just saying--”

“And I’M just saying, I thought he really liked me, okay?” You had tears in your own eyes.

“How do you know he didn’t?!”

“He tried to give me A THOUSAND DOLLARS, Marisol! For a $50 dollar meal. He must think I’m pathetic! He probably sat there all night just…” You trailed off, imagining all the bad things he could’ve been thinking.

“Babe, I don’t think he would’ve talked to you all night if he thought you were pathetic,” She raised an eyebrow.

“....Whatever, I have to take care of Chloe-- can you finish down here?”

“Yeah. I’ll lock up, night babe,”

It took you a while, but you finally got Chloe back to bed. Then you went into your own room and laid down, now beating yourself up.

What if he did like you? What if he was just being nice? You weren’t used to people just being nice. Was that even a thing? There was nothing you could do now, you ripped up his card.

How were you going to fix it??

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blorbosexterminator · 3 years ago

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Okay so. *Takes a deep breath*.

I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh My God I love it so so sooooooo much. Thank you, thank you, thank you. It's so much better than what I had in mind and what I expected to get with so little time.♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Now, I have a little anecdote that I think might amuse you (I know I find it hilarious now that it's over and done with).

So when you posted this for me it was lunch time. As tomorrow we have our Christmas dinner and then on the 25th Christmas lunch, today is a day of simple quick lunch.

As such we were having 'Palta Mayo' sandwichs, which means 'Avocado and Mayo'. I was just cutting avocados for lunch when I got the notification.

So what did I do?

Well, of fucking course I immediately opened AO3 and propped up my phone on the table to read, while still cutting avocados.

I think maybe you can guess what happened.

I was so excited that I didn't even get to read to the end of the first scene before my knife slipped on the pit of the avocado I was opening and BAM!!! I sliced open my palm.

🙃

There was SO MUCH BLOOD.

And the cut was so deep thet I ended up having to go to the ER to get stitches. (Only two, thank God, but it hurt like a motherfucker).

So I finished reading your story while sitting in the ER, covered in blood, while I was waiting for a doctor to see me.

I was laughing and squealing so much people were looking at me weirdly.

Now I'm back home and my mom's white Christmas tablecloth is covered in blood and avocado.

When she complained about her freshly put on special tablecloth now being ruined, my bro pointed out that that way it looks more Christmasy, with all the red and green.

Now that I am on painkillers I find the whole thing hilarious.

Just thought you should know about that. Your fic was so good I hurt myself in the process of reading.

Again thank you so much, I LOVE IT♥️.

And Merry Christmas😘😘😘🥰🥰🥰♥️♥️♥️

Hey, hey, hey!!!

I'm very, very Glad that you enjoyed your gift! I was a little worried that it wouldn't match what you had in mind, and until the last day I was pondering scrapping that idea and thinking of another approach, so truly, truly happy that you loved it anyway♥

I feel bad for being THIS amused ayajakkaksjs but since you're alright now and also find it funny, allow me to HAWL in laughter. This is so, so funny, I'm dying here. I feel both bad for your palm but also so flattered and awwing over how excited you were.

Aw, so sorry about the stitches but I also love that you finished the story in the ER with your hand cut open and covered in blood. This is now one of my favourite stories of all time. This IS my christmas gift agsjakak. All with the people in the ER eying you weirdly while you were reading a story about a priest and a sex-demon raising a child together lmfao, I think the eyeing would have gotten even weirder if they knew that.

Also I love how my first thought at reading the first part of the ask was 'Terrible and everything but also blood at Christmas is the most fitting thing ever' and I HAWLED when your brother basically said the same thing.

Oh please, thank you so much for telling me! I love the story so much generally and knowing that it happened because of something I wrote is making it so much better to me!!! I hope your palm heals nicely and with no pain to you♥

Thank you! Merry Christmas♥ and enjoy your Christmas dinner!

#i love this so much #berlermo secret santa #best reaction I've ever received to anything #so happy you loved it♥♥♥

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hamiltonimagines · 4 years ago

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He Doesn’t Deserve You

Pairing: Lin x Reader

Request: “Hi! Could you do a Lin x reader where y/n gets cheated on and he comforts her and it’s friends to lovers and super fluffy?🥺🥰👉🏻👈🏻” - @brian-mayonnaise

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Cheating and sooooooo much fluff

“Alright I’ll see you tomorrow. Make sure you actually go home and get some rest” I said. I was currently at the Richard Rogers Theater. We had just finished a show and I was talking to my best friend, Mr.Lin-Manuel Miranda. He had a tendency to work too hard, so I was always bugging him to make sure he had time to rest.

“Thank you for your concern. I promise I’ll get some rest. Just for you” he said giving me a hug. I smiled at him and then left his dressing room.

Lin and I had been friends since In The Heights. He pitched the idea of Hamilton to me and I thought it was brilliant. Then he insisted that I play Maria Reynolds. I could never tell my best friend no, so here we were.

Granted, it was a little weird having to kiss my best friend every night. Especially since I had had a crush on Lin when we first met. I quickly realized it would never happen and then I met my current boyfriend, Ryan. Ryan was a great guy and he was charming, but he would never be Lin.

I unlocked my apartment door and I walked inside. “Babe, I’m home” I called out. I heard some commotion in our bedroom. The door was closed and I panicked thinking someone had broken in to the house.

I grabbed the pepper spray that I kept in my purse. I listened closely trying to hear what was going on. Then the door quickly opened and out came Ryan. He shut the door right behind him. I jumped at how suddenly he came into the room.

“Oh it’s just you” I said, with a soft smile. I put my pepper spray back in my purse. I let out a sigh, thinking about how I’d overreacted. I saw that Ryan was just in a robe. “Oh were about to take a shower? I might have to join you” I said, with a smirk and walking toward him.

Then our bedroom door opened again, and a girl walked out. She was also wearing a robe, my robe. “Is this a friend of yours babe?” The girl asked.

I stood their in shock. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I didn’t know whether I should be angry or sad. “You have to be kidding me. You are such an asshole” I yelled as I ran out the door and slammed it shut behind me.

As soon as the door shut, I felt the tears streaming down my face. I had trusted him, we had dated for a year. And he decided to cheat on me.

My mind raced with questions. How long had this been going on? Was this a one time thing? Were there other girls he had been with?

I decided to run to the one person I knew would always be there for me.

I got to Lin’s apartment door and I knocked. I waited and there was no answer. “Of course, he was still at the theater. He is such a workaholic” I thought to myself. I sat down in the hallway and put my head in my hands.

It was then that I lost control of the tears and I just started balling.

I was so embarrassed that I was so upset about this. Ryan didn’t deserve any reaction from me.

Then I heard someone say “Oh my god Y/N?” and run toward me. I looked up and saw Lin kneeling in front of me, with a concerned look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked me, grabbing ahold of one of my hands to comfort me. “I went home and Ryan was with another girl, Lin. What do I do? Did I do something wrong? Was it my fault?” I asked him.

“I am so sorry Y/N” he said as he pulled me into his arms. “None of this is your fault. If Ryan did that, then he is a moron who doesn’t how lucky he was to have you. He doesn’t deserve you and he never did” Lin assured me, as he rocked me back and forth.

So here I was, sitting on the floor outside Lin’s apartment as I balled in his arms and he comforted me. Once I stopped crying as hard, Lin said “Let’s go inside, I’ll make you some tea”.

He helped me up off the ground, and brought me inside. I sat down on his couch and he brought me a blanket and went to make some tea. I wrapped the blanket around myself.

I decided to check my phone. I saw countless texts from Ryan with phrases like “it wasn’t what it looked like” “please just let me explain” and “you’re the only one”.

I threw my phone onto the floor, I couldn’t stand to read the lies. I couldn’t believe I had wasted a whole year of my life dating him.

Lin walked in the room with two cups of tea. He handed one to me and I gratefully took it. “Thank you, I know this isn’t how you thought your night would go” I said. “I’m always here for you” he said to me with a smile.

“Speaking of, you can stay here as long as you like. And if you want time off the show, you can have it for as long as you want” he assured me. Lin has always been so thoughtful and caring. It only made my feelings for him stronger.

I guess I didn’t have to suppress those feelings anymore, since I was no longer in a relationship. That didn’t change the fact that Lin definitely didn’t like me though.

“Thank you, truly. I don’t know if I can go do a show tomorrow. I’ll start with one day off and see how I feel” I told him.

“Like a wise woman once said, “you need to get some rest”. So I’m going to bed and I’ll let you get some sleep” he said, kissing my forehead and going to his room.

I set up the couch that folded into a bed and I heard my phone buzzing on the floor. I figured it was Ryan, but I picked it up anyway. I looked at it and saw it was the Hamilton cast groupchat.

Lin had sent a message in the groupchat saying that I would taking a few days off. There were a bunch of responses, mostly saying get better. Everyone was assuming I was sick, because why else would I not show up.

Then I saw a private message from Pippa. It read “Y/N, I saw Lin’s message. I know you would only not do a show if you were deathly ill. So what’s going on? Are you okay?”. I decided I could tell her the truth.

Y/N: Something happened with Ryan

P: Is he sick?

Y/N: He cheated on me Pippa

P: Oh my god I am so sorry Y/N. Is there anything I can do to help?

Y/N: I don’t think so, I’ll be staying with Lin for the next few days

P: Okay, I’m always here to talk if you need it. I love you sis

Y/N: Love you too, goodnight

Pippa was my closest friend besides Lin. Her, Renée, Jas, and I were all like sisters. I knew my secret was safe with Pippa. I didn’t want everyone in the cast to know. Then, they would all just feel bad for me and I didn’t want their pity.

I put my phone down and fell asleep quickly, tired from the day’s events.

For the next three days, I stayed at Lin’s apartment and missed the shows. Pippa had come over once and brought me icecream and we talked for hours. Our cast mates had been becoming more and more worried. I decided that I was going to do the next show.

Both Lin and Pippa made sure I really was okay, and reassured me that I could take as long as I needed. I knew I had to get back in a routine eventually.

So now I was sitting in my dressing room getting my hair and makeup done for the show. I was blocking out anything I could possibly be thinking about. I wasn’t thinking about Ryan, I wasn’t thinking about my feelings for Lin, my mind was blank. I knew I would get too emotional if I thought about anything like that for too long.

I heard a knock at my door. I looked up and saw Lin peeking his head in. “Oh hi, come in” I said with a smile. “How’re you doing sweetheart?” He asked me, concerned. “I’m feeling ready, hoping this time off won’t make me forget the words” I joked, lightening the mood. “You’re going to do great, okay?” Lin said as he gave me a hug. Then he kissed my forehead before leaving.

I was standing in the wing, getting ready to go on stage. Pippa was standing right next to me and gave me the biggest hug before I went onstage.

We started singing Say No to This, I was doing it completely on autopilot. Still trying to block out all those emotions. We got to the middle of the song and it finally dawned that this scene was exactly like what happened to me. I don’t why it took me so long to connect the two. I realized I was playing the other woman.

Then, I starting thinking about Ryan and how he broke my heart. I knew within seconds I was going to breakdown. I locked eyes with Lin and he knew right away what was happening. I could see his mind spinning, thinking about ways to improv and get me off the stage.

I was holding it together and then all of a sudden, I fell apart right on stage. Leslie was on stage with us at that point. He ran over to me and ushered me off the stage with him. I could hear Lin doing improv and it was actually going well.

Pippa was waiting right there in the wings. She pulled me into her arms and Leslie rushed back on to the stage. “Shh it’ll be okay” she said as held me in a hug. She brought me down to my dressing room and I changed out of my costume, so that my understudy could take over. I assured Pippa that I would be okay so she could leave to go finish the show. I was laying on my dressing room couch in sweatpants and a sweatshirt.

I listened to the whole show and when it got to Burn, I was a complete mess. It completely captured how I had been feeling. Somehow I got through the rest of the show. I heard the show end, then within a minute Lin was in my dressing room.

Within seconds, he had enveloped me in a hug. “I knew doing a show would be too much, I should of stopped you” Lin said into my hair as he hugged me. “I thought I could do it” I told him. “That’s okay, no one expects you to be Wonder Woman and not let emotions affect you. You’re human, it’s bound to happen” he reassured me.

We pulled away and I was transfixed staring into Lin’s eyes. Throughout all of this mess, he had been a constant source of support. He meant so much to me, and everyday I spent with him as I stayed at his house, my feelings only grew stronger.

I couldn’t resist, I found myself leaning in toward him. I realized that he was leaning in too, did this mean after all these years that he liked me too?

Eventually, our lips met and it was magical. I poured all the love I had for him over the years into the kiss. It was like we were both trying to make up for lost time. We both pulled away and just smiled at each other.

Then his smiled faded. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t of done that. You’re going through a lot and I took advantage of that” he apologized quickly. “Don’t you get it Lin?” I asked him. He just had a look of confusion. “It’s always been you, since before Ryan. He was just a distraction. But you’ve always been the one I wanted” I confessed.

“Really?” He asked me. I nodded and before I knew it, he was leaning in to kiss me again. This kiss was shorter, but was just as magical.

“Come on let’s go home, I believe lots of cuddling is in order” Lin said as he grabbed my hand and stood up.

#lin manuel miranda #lin manuel miranda x reader #lin manuel miranda imagine #lin manuel miranda imagines #hamilton #hamilton cast #hamilton cast imagines #hamilton cast imagine #phillipa soo #renee elise goldsberry #jasmine cephas jones #leslie odom jr #love #imagine #friends to lovers #requested

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brideofedoras · 4 years ago

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Soulbound: Chapter Nine

I am sooooooo sorry for not updating this sooner. Apparently this chapter has been ready to post for months, but I didn’t like how short it was (despite the natural break at the end). It took a sign-- a post right here on Tumblr-- to show me that it was okay to go ahead and post Chapter Nine.

I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: the usual

Word count: 1800+

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Just a bit of angst, a bit of fluff, and Emily being on the receiving end of John’s full-blown smile.

Chapter 8

“John, let her go,” Sandra’s voice stopped him when he reached the door.

“Sandra, she needs--” Kennex turned to give her an exasperated look.

“She needs breathing room right now,” the captain walked over to join him. “I was afraid it would be too much for her to handle.”

“Yeah,” he closed his eyes and dropped his chin to his chest. “We tried to warn her, but she insisted.”

“She’s stubborn like Sam,” Sandra shook her head with a sad smile. “She just needs time to process everything.”

“I think I understand that more than anyone in this room, Sandra,” he spouted off as he lifted his head. “She needs to know…” he trailed off when he remembered Rudy and Dorian were in the conference room. He turned to the door and continued in a lower tone, “She’s not alone.”

Emily’s eyes slid shut when she heard the door to the conference room open. She made no effort to move, to shut the door to the room she was in. There was no sense in hiding from Sandy, the captain could easily pull up surveillance to find her. She pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face in her arms, not ready to face anyone. Not yet.

She ignored the footsteps passing the room until the person immediately backtracked and stepped into the room with her. She held her breath as the door clicked shut and the person sank down beside her with a low groan.

“You’re not alone.”

Her head snapped up at the low, deep voice. Emily quickly reached up to swipe away the tears slipping down her cheeks. “Sure as hell feels like it,” she stuttered out, stunned that John was the one who came after her.

“I know,” John reached over to place his hand on her knee. “I think I know that better than anyone else in the conference room.” He fell silent for a moment, his thumb rubbing small circles on her knee. “I was having a hard time watching that video, too. Seeing Sam and Marty… I lost them, too, Emily. I know you’re hurting, I know you feel alone, but I have to carry that guilt with me for the rest of my life, the guilt of getting my best friend, my mentor, my entire team killed.”

“That ambush wasn’t your fault!” Emily turned to face him. She dashed another tear away. “You didn’t know!”

“No, I didn’t know. But I’m still responsible for their deaths,” the pain in his eyes tore at her heart. “They found out about the raid, they were ready for us.”

Emily’s brows furrowed. “Is there a mole in the department?”

“No. But someone was spying on us.” Guilt flashed in his eyes before he looked away. “Someone was spying on me and I was too blind to see it.”

“Do you know who?”

His jaw tightened. “Yeah,” his reply was gruff.

Emily felt her lungs tighten. “Do… do you think that person was behind the surveillance?”

That jaw muscle ticked some more. John sucked in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “Maybe. Without any evidence to prove it, we can only guess who was behind the stalking and why they were stalking us.”

“All of you were a threat to inSyndicate,” Emily flinched when her chest rattled. “Even Rudy behind the scenes. But where do I fit in? I’m nobody important to them.”

“Where’s your inhaler?”

“I… got it…” She wheezed, straightening her legs so she could fish it out of her pocket. “Sorry…”

John shook his head. “Not your fault, Sweetheart.”

She squeezed her eyes shut against the pain gripping her chest.

The detective reached out to steady her hand when she trembled. “You okay?”

“I will be,” she rasped before administering the medication. She let her head fall back against the wall. “Answer… answer my question?”

John couldn’t help the small smile at her stubborn determination to get a straight answer. “You really are as stubborn as Sam.”

“H-have to be.”

“Stop talking and let the meds do their thing,” he gave her a mock glare. “I’ll answer your question.”

“Truthfully?” She turned her head to look at him.

He nodded. “To the best of my knowledge. It’s just speculation at the moment, Sandra suggested it earlier.” He bent his right leg and propped his forearm on his knee. “Anna.”

Emily’s brow furrowed. “Anna… your…?” Pain flared through her chest. The woman he’d loved.

“Yeah.” He sighed heavily. “I don’t believe it. I don’t want to believe it. It’s bad enough that entire relationship was a lie. She used me for intel. She spied on me, she had bugs planted in my apartment. She cost me my leg, my memory, seventeen months of my life... I remember she had a weird fascination with my soulmark, bordering on obsessive. I caught her trying to copy your handwriting once.” He scrubbed his hands over his face. “That was a red flag but I was too damned blind to realize it.” He dropped his hands, “Sandra told me that Anna likely put it all together and figured out who you were.”

“That doesn’t answer why inSyndicate would follow me… unless they think I could be used as leverage against you.” And that would not work in their favor.

She jumped when John’s hand curled around hers.

“They won’t get to you, Emily,” he promised. “I won’t let that happen.”

“If you’re doing this as some sort of obliga--”

“I am not making this promise out of obligation or guilt or even because it’s my job as a damned cop, Emily. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he caught her eye. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna sit with you until you’re ready to go back.”

She managed a shy smile. “I… I’d like that.”

“Fair warning, I’m terrible company, but I’m sure you already know that.”

She giggled.

John smiled. “You’re supposed to disagree.”

Her breath caught at that beautiful smile. The way his dimples flashed and his eyes crinkled… and it was aimed at her.

Reluctantly she looked away. “Think we should head back?” She managed to ask once she could think clearly. His smile really was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

“Yeah,” any trace of humor was gone from his voice. “If you’re up to it.”

“We don’t have to watch the… the rest of the surveillance footage, do we?” She met his steady gaze once more.

John shook his head. “No, you don’t have to. I’ll table it for another time. If there’s anything I think you should see I’ll let you know.” He pushed to his feet with a groan. “Ready?” He held a hand out to her.

Emily smiled a shy thanks as she slipped her hand into his. She nearly stumbled into him when he pulled her up.

The detective steadied her with his free hand. “You good?”

She nodded. “I am,” she ducked her head. “I sometimes get a little light-headed if I’ve had an asthma attack.”

“That doesn’t sound good.”

She shrugged. “It’s not pleasant, but I’ll take the dizziness to blacking out. I’m okay, I promise,” she mustered a smile for him.

John’s worried frown softened slightly. “All right,” he dropped his hands and gestured toward the door.

He fell into step beside her as they headed back to the conference room. “You heading back to the lab after we’re done here?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m going to head home. I need to grab those notebooks for you, if you still need them.”

“Yeah,” John reached for the door. “After you.”

The muffled conversation inside the conference room abruptly stopped when John opened the door. “Don’t stop on our account.”

“I took the opportunity to scan and distribute Emily’s notes and lists,” Dorian spoke up as John held Emily’s chair for her. “Detective Stahl has already reached out to thank you and to let us know that we might need more assistance with visiting these establishments.”

“If I could be of any additional help with this, I can go to a few of the shops,” Emily ducked her head as she sat down to hide the hot blush staining her cheeks. “I mean… I do know what the material looks and feels like,” she added with a shudder.

“Emily, I’m not sure that’s a--”

“If you go, you’re going with one of us,” John interrupted Sandra. “Either me or Valerie. You sure as hell ain’t goin’ with Richard.” He twisted his chair to face the captain. “Emily has a point, Sandra. We could use all the extra help we can get, especially from these two.”

Rudy’s eyes widened slightly. “You do mean me, correct?”

Kennex suppressed a groan. “Yeah, Rudy. This is not going to be an undercover op, just a straight-forward investigation,” he pinned the technician with a warning look. “No getting side-tracked. We’ll hit the streets tomorrow after roll call, after a quick debrief with the rest of the team to get them up to speed.”

“Roll call is at eight, runs about thirty minutes,” Sandra added. “You two are vital to this investigation and we could use your input at debrief.”

Emily paled. “Do I have to get up in front of everybody and speak?”

“No,” John gave her a sympathetic smile. “Just throw in your two cents as needed, and if Richard is an ass knock him down a peg or two. It won’t take much.”

She couldn’t stop the giggle fast enough.

“Kennex,” the captain’s voice was a mixture of amusement and warning. “We will need a little bit of the video footage to show during debrief,” she sobered as she looked around the room. “Just enough to give the team an idea of how serious this is.”

“I’d rather not see any more footage, but I’ll be better prepared for it tomorrow,” Emily frowned.

“I’ll put together some of the footage we’ve already watched,” Dorian assured her. “I can leave out any footage with you and your father--”

“No,” she cut him off. “It’ll have a bigger impact showing just how serious this is if you include footage of us. Someone invaded my privacy, Dorian. They followed us to the cemetery. They followed me on campus. To my doctor’s appointments. It hurt to relive those memories of my dad, but it pisses me off that someone spied on me, on us, and for what?” She slumped back in her chair. “I’ll know what to expect tomorrow, I’ll be prepared.”

John looked over at her. “You sure?”

“I don’t really have a choice here,” she shook her head as she met his concerned hazel eyes before turning her attention back to Dorian. “Give me a heads up on what you’ll show?”

The DRN nodded, “I will show you before John picks me up in the morning.”

“Okay,” she agreed.

#almost human #john kennex #john kennex x ofc #soulmates

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purplesurveys · 3 years ago

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survey by pinkchocolate

Have you ever watched any of those fashion vlogger videos where they go around cities and ask people about what they're wearing? Not into fashion/beauty vlogs in general, sooooooo nope.

Speaking of which, where did you get the clothes you are wearing today? My shirt I just got from my high school. No clue where the shorts came from.

What beverages do you have in your refrigerator right now? There’s several bottles of soju, a huge-ass bottle of gin my manager gave me just because, water, and I think also coconut water.

What products are you using on your hair these days? Shampoo and conditioner.

I see. Can you recommend a good hair product? Not really lol, I just use standard products.

Your most recent snack - was it something sweet or something savoury? It was savory.

How many cars does your household own? Two.

Do you prefer to read books in one sitting, or a few chapters at a time? Depends on how invested I am/how long the book is. I can definitely read books in one sitting, but there are some I’ll have to take breaks for. I don’t have a preference.

Where were you the last time 7PM came around? In the dining room, having dinner.

Are there many pizza places in your town/city? Which serves the best pizza? We have lots of pizza chains and you can always find one within a kilometer or two, but no independent pizza joints. But that said, I like Yellow Cab’s pizza the most.

When was the last time you went to a fast food restaurant? Which one? Reena, Hans, Angela, and I grabbed some meals at Taco Bell last Tuesday to have something to munch on before our trip to the BTS pop-up store - we went back since Reena hadn’t been able to join us the first time we went.

Do you have a favourite Elton John song? Nah. It’s a lyric in Permission To Dance but I don’t really listen to him lols

Have you recently heard any song that stirred a strong emotion inside you? Sure.

When was the last time you ate peanut butter? I had a very brief phase last month where I fixed myself a peanut butter sandwich every night before I turned in.

The last time you boiled water, what was it for? I made a cup of coffee last night.

If you have pets, are they ever mischievous? Kimi’s 13 so he hasn’t been mischevious in a while. That’s a position held by Cooper now.

Who did you last talk to on the phone? When did you last see them in person? My Lalamove rider. I had a package that arrived the other day and was informed by the shop to prepare cash on hand for the shipping fee...which I didn’t have. I was also in the middle of work so I couldn’t just go to the nearest ATM, so I had to call him up and ask if it would be possible to do cashless. He agreed, thank FUCK, so I just sent him the money through an e-wallet and gave a hefty tip as thanks since it had also been pouring like crazy that day. As for the second question, I only saw him that one time.

Which word processing software do you prefer to use? Google Docs, if I understand ‘word processing software’ correctly.

Do you own any hair straighteners? What brand? Not my own. I don’t like the look of my hair when it’s straightened, so I’ve never felt the need to get one of my own.

How old were your parents when they first met? They were 22.

When you were growing up what kind of music was in your parents' record collection? Mostly ballads.

I see. And do you think that influenced your musical taste at all? No. It’s quite different from theirs.

What did you have for lunch yesterday, if anything? I had brunch instead of lunch, but to answer the question I had kimchi rice with tocino and tomatoes, glazed ham, and bangus.

Do you enjoy watching home videos? I absolutely love them. I could spend hours watching home videos, regardless of who it’s of.

Has anyone you know become engaged recently? Someone from work but I don’t talk to her.

The last time you felt genuinely happy, what was the reason? Yesterday!!! I had a blast at my Korean language class and right after, Taehyung held a VLive with a Namjoon cameo, which I super fucking enjoyed. Then in the evening the boys were interviewed on Korean news and that was followed by Jimin posting a tweet and a couple of selfies at like 11 PM. I loved yesterday.

Do you own many hats? What does your favourite one look like? I just have one bucket hat but I really want to buy more + berets! The one I have is dark green and just has a simple Ivy Park design written on it.

What do you expect to be doing at this time tomorrow? Back at work.

#survey #surveys

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creambunnie · 5 years ago

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ONEWE - Kanghyun

you sighed and sighed as you rolled around your bed.

it was a Saturday and you were bored to death. your parents left earlier for their wedding anniversary trip. so you were alone at home for 3 whole days.

you didn't feel like going out but you were just sooooooo restless not doing anything. you tried reading some books but you were just not feeling it.

you decided to just make some food for yourseld but the whole cooking and eating process onky took like 45 minutes.

you still had a long day to go. you quickly sat up on your bed when you thought of an idea.you reached for your phone to text your childhood friend!Hyungu.

well, Hyungu was one of your close friends because he was actually your neighbour who lives right next to your house . cliche bla bla but it was true.

your rooms were right opposite of each other so you could see each other through your room windows. sometimes you would secretly peek into his room and giggle to yourself.

yes you had a tiny little crush on him. Hyungu was always reading a book or playing his guitar when he was in his room. you really admire Hyungu when he was focused.

To : ☆Kang Hyungu☆

-- heyyyyy , you there? im kind of bored :(( --

you hit send and waited for a few minutes. you frowned and sighed. Hyungu was the only person you could think of right now. but he wasn't replying to your text anytime soon.

you went to the window and tried throwing some balled papers to knock his window. this was normal, the two of you would sometimes knock on each other's window to talk.

yeah phones exist but face to face interactions were just more precious. and also, because your windows were quite far and your voices would always be drowned together with the street noises, you and Hyungu had telephone cups.

yes the thing where you connect 2 cups to communicate .

you could call and text each other like normal people but the two of you were just used to this as you started since you were children.

again, there was no response from Hyungu's side. you sighed and plopped down on your bed, disappointed. *maybe he is not at home*. you thought.

you decided to entertain yourself by rewatching Harry Potter ; Prisoner of Azkaban. that was your favourite movie out of all the movies. because Harry looked extra good there.

anyways, halfway into the movie, you finally got a message notification from Hyungu. you swore you've never sat up from your bed so quickly before.

From : ☆Kang Hyungu☆

-- oh my, sorry for the late reply! i was making something earlier. if you're still bored, you wanna come over ? --

before you could reply his text, Hyungu texted you again. his message warmed up your cheeks as you read it.

From : ☆Kang Hyungu☆

-- no actually, i want you to come over. --

you quickly went to the washroom to wash your face and freshen up a bit. you know it was just a normal hang out but you just wanted to look presentable to Hyungu today.

you wore your favourite red sweatshirt and patted down your hair before leaving your house and heading to Hyungu's .

"y/n! come in!". the door opened, revealing Hyungu who was wearing an apron, all dusted with flour.

you scanned his 'outfit' which earned you a little giggle from Hyungu.

"don't worry,i didn't set my kitchen on fire. Harin helped me bake some cupcakes earlier. he already left because he had other plans.". Hyungu explained with a cute grin.

you nodded in understandment and smiled widely. "soooo, you want me to taste the cupcakes?". you anticipated.

Hyungu chuckled and nodded his head as he told you to wait at the dining table while he took the cupcakes.

salted caramel cupcakes.

"your favourite!". Hyungu chimed as he nudged his head towards the sweet treats , allowing you to taste some.

your eyes widened in excitement as you quickly reached for one.

"mmmmmmmm!". you let out a satisfied sound as salty sweet caramel flowed into your mouth as you bite into the soft cupcake.

Hyungu grinned at your reaction. all those naggings from Harin were worth it. Hyungu was glad you loved the cupcakes he made.

"aren't you eating?". you asked as your cheeks were full with the fluffly dough.

Hyungu chuckled again and ruffled your head. he leaned down to your eye level and poked your cheeks.

"hey don't talk when you're eating. you could choke. i ate some already so you can have them all.".

you blinked at Hyungu's actions and the close distance between the two of you. you felt your face warmed up.

you quickly swallowed the food and looked away. "o--oh tha-thankss..". you stuttered.

after a few minutes, everything went back to normal as the two of you chose a game to play .

"Dead or Alive!". you exclaimed.

Hyungu sighed and nodded. "that's like the ONLY game you always want to play.".

you pouted and flicked his forehead.

"noo i do play the games that you choose too!". you defended yourself.

Hyungu scrunched up his nose and turned on the said game. "okay okay, i understand that you sometimes have to let out the violence in you,". Hyungu teased.

you rolled your eyes and hit his arm. "i can just let it out on you!". you replied as you stuck your tongue out at Hyungu.

Hyungu chuckled and ruffled your hair again as he sat next to you and started the game.

you and Hyungu played for hours and only stopped when your stomachs growled.

"you have anything ?". you asked Hyungu.

Hyungu tapped his chin as he thought of the stuffs he had at home.

"i guess we have some pasta. you wanna fix some for dinner?". Hyungu asked.

you nodded and went to the kitchen as Hyungu cleaned up the game station.

Hyungu was right, they had some pasta. there was also some seafood . since both your stomachs were growling like mad, you decided to just go with something simple and made some aglio olio. simple but delicious and filling.

Hyungu was currently living alone in his house. his parents had some business overseas so they had to stay out of country for a few months. hence the two of them didn't have to worry about finishing up all the food.

"ahhhh that was great! thanks for the food,". Hyungu thanked as he volunteered to wash the dishes since you cooked.

it was getting late, you thanked Hyungu for the day and was about to excuse yourself when he stopped you.

"wait wait, i made a cookie for you . eat them right when you reach home okay?". Hyungu said as he passed you a medium sized fortune cookie that he packed in a paper bag .

you were confused but nodded as you got ready to go home. the usual 5-second trip took 3 as you were excited to eat the cookie Hyungu made you.

you were curious why he told you to eat it right you reached home. you knew fortune cookie always had a note inside.

and something in you hoped it was something good. something that would make you smile widely.

you went into your bedroom and unpacked the bag before taking out the cookie.

~ dear y/n.

you might find this lame and all, but i really like you since middle school. i am not sure of what more to say but, will you be my girlfriend?

☆Hyungu☆ ~

the printed words on the paper read.

blink

nani

blink

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH". you squealed into your pillow.

you really didnt believe your eyes. your crush has a crush on you? this is like too good to be true.

you want to believe it was just a prank but knowing Hyungu, who rarely expresses his emotions, he wouldn't play about these things.

of course you hesitated for a bit. Hyungu was a good guy but do you really deserve him? probably not but it doesn't hurt to try, right?

you quickly went to your window and threw your balled paper to attract his attention.

a few seconds later, a shy Hyungu appeared at his window as he opened it. you threw over a cup for him to listen to the things you wanted to say.

"yes. over.". you said.

Hyungu blinked and quickly held the cup to his mouth.

"yo-you mean , yes ? you want to be my girlfriend? over.". he stuttered.

you chuckled and replied though the cup.

"yes Hyungu. i like you too and i would love to be your girlfriend. over.".

Hyungu smiled widely and could not help but chuckle happily.

"then can i come over ? it feels cold here after you left. over.". your boyfriend!Hyungu asked cutely.

you scrunched up your nose and chuckled.

"grr you clingy boy. it's night time already! come over tomorrow okay? i am kind of tired and i want to go sleep. over.". you answered.

you could see Hyungu's deep pout as he got his answer.

"alright then... goodnight! over.". Hyungu bid.

you smiled and nodded as you waved at him. he threw back the cup to you . you caught the cup and quickly gave him a flying kiss before closing your window and running back to your bed.

Hyungu chuckled at your actions and held his chest.

"damn, the things you do to my heart...". Hyungu mumbled as he too got ready for bed.

Hyungu have had feelings for you since middle school. he realised this when boys started asking you out. well, you were a pretty girl after all.

but he didn't like you just because you were pretty, he loved your personality. although the two of you often argue with each other, it just made you two closer than ever.

Hyungu realised he had to make his move when you started dating some boys during highschool. he knew you didn't really like those boys but you dated them just so you don't hurt their feelings.

now that you're both in college, Hyungu was really determined to make you his.

he decided to ask help from Harin to teach him how to bake. you really love sweet stuffs and he really wanted to make you something you love.

although Harin nagged and scolded him a lot, Hyungu thought it was all worth it. because at the end of the day, he made you smile. and of course, you became his girlfriend.

it was really the best day of his life.

a/n : in case you can't imagine how the whole scene took place, here's a reference ! yeap , i was inspired by this anime called 'Tamako Market' .

hope you guys love it! stan ONEWE ! stan ONEUS! stan WEUS!

#onewe #onewe scenarios #onewe fluff #onewe imagines #onewe kanghyun #kang hyungu #kanghyun fluff #kanghyun imagines #kanghyun

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royalskarsgard · 5 years ago

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Once in a Lifetime

Billy Hargrove X Reader

Summary: Is it harder to love the man who broke your heart or to forgive him?

A/N: This is sooooooo overdue, and I’m so sorry. Family issues got in the way. And a whole lot of writer's block. But I hope you can forgive me, it’s super long to account for how long I went missing! Thanks to the loml for helping me through this @hotstuffhargrove

Sequel to ‘Love You, Goodbye.’

Warnings: one swear word

Word count: 2.4k

“Fucking Harrington! Get your dirty clothes out of the bathroom,” you groaned. He always did this after work, he always left his dirty uniforms on the bathroom floor. He claimed he was too exhausted after work to bring them to the correct place. Yet, a sudden burst of energy always appeared when his “study buddy” called to meet him at the library.

“I’ll get them later! I’m actually. Headed out to meet Lisa at the library. I’ll catch you tomorrow!” He rushed out. You rolled your eyes, wondering why Steve thought his lies were believable. He’s clearly in love.

Love was cruel and not worth anything in the end. It’s just a consumeristic ploy that gets you to buy movie tickets and to sell chocolate on Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t real. It was all lust, love at first sight? Fake, what they're really thinking is, ‘my god, that person really is fuckable.’

Sighing, you went into your powder pink bathroom. Feet slipping on the water Steve had left after his shower. When all his clothes were in the correct hampers, you quickly passed the kitchen, deciding to skip dinner. You weren’t that hungry, working at a diner was hard, but the free food was a good perk. Especially for a broke college student.

Your room was dark, the door screamed against its hinges as you shut it. As much as you loved Steve, you were glad he was always gone. In part because it’s what you preferred and you didn’t want to infect in with your sadness. Was it really that pathetic that you were currently reaching for a half-empty bottle of cologne to spay onto your sheets? That in two minutes, you would light three cigarettes and hold them near your pillow? Maybe, but it was the only thing keeping you afloat. Especially now.

With the cigarettes burning in your hand, you picked up your favorite picture of him. It was a rare one, he was actually smiling. It wasn’t one of those signature smirks he always gave. It was real. The real billy. No one really gave the real Billy a chance. They wrote him off as a punk as soon as they saw him. People are quick to judge when they don’t know the whole story. Just like love, the truth was more painful than what they told us growing up.

“Why can’t I move on?” You whispered to yourself. You took a drag of the cigarette that sat lit between your fingertips. A coughing attack took over, and you groaned reaching for some water. You couldn’t understand his appeal for them, never had, and never will. After all three were burnt, you laid down in your bed that was now plastered in his scent. It wasn’t perfect. Your sheets weren’t mixed with his shampoo, his hairspray or the way his skin smelled after a basketball game. But it was close enough to lull you to sleep for a few hours.

“Hey! Wake up, we gotta go. It’s an emergency. Pack a bag we’re going to the airport,” Steve shook your shoulders ripping you away from a peaceful sleep. Your heart climbed into your throat and made you sick to your stomach. When you finally gained full consciousness, you watched as Steve ran around the room putting things he thinks you like in a bag.

He motioned for you to hurry and rushed to his own room to do the same. Grabbing more essentials and getting dressed, you found Steve waiting in the living room for you. He had a toothbrush in his mouth, the paste dribbling down his chin. His shoulder held the phone close to his ear, confirming two flights to LAX. It was two am, and it was officially proven that Steve Harrington was crazy.

Three days earlier

Billy’s eyes widened as he saw a brown-eyed boy with a bowl cut standing in front of him. A chill ran up his spine, he knew this kid. The boy smiled before he took a small step back.

“Will Byers, Jonathan's brother, I was a friend of Max’s?” Billy nodded, finally putting the pieces together. They weren’t friends by any means, but he’d seen him around. He never tried to date Max, so there was no point in getting to know him.

“How are you alive? We all saw you die, you sacrificed yourself to the mind flayer. How did you survive? Did El bring you back to life?” Rather than frightened, the boy looked confused. He looked as if Billy being brought back to life was an acceptable answer. There was no fear, only confusion, and genuine concern. And for some reason deep down, Billy didn’t feel afraid to tell him the truth, so that’s what he did.

“Everything was dark, it was Hawkins but with the life taken out of it. It was so cold. No matter what I did, I could never get warm. Sometimes I was in a dark room with water, and I saw that girl you know there too. I tried to get to her, but she left before I could reach her,” with every word he said Billy got more and more withdrawn. A cold breeze running through his body. Will shivered the more he talked

“We call it The Upside Down, I’ve been there too. When they thought I was missing, that’s where I was. The thing that you saw down there, and what died in the mall was a mind flayer,” the young boy sighed knowing this was information overload. But he also knew that Billy deserved answers.

“It possessed me too, except I wasn’t stuck in the upside-down. I’m not sure how that happened. A couple of years ago, the U.S. government used Hawkins as one giant experiment, trying to find out that the supernatural existed, to use it as a weapon. Things turned sour, and it left a big mess for my friends, it’s how we found El. She’s the girl you saw down there.”

On any regular basis, billy would’ve told the young child to go fuck off and give some insult about how he was crazy. But Billy heard the stories about Will Byers, the boy who came back to life. He’d once found an old missing poster with him on it. So for now, he didn’t find it that crazy, especially paired with Billy’s own experiences

“I saw her touching me.. not me per se but, whatever looked like me. I was sitting on my bed in my room, and she was real and apparently so was I. I tried to yell, to run to get there but nothing was enough. Now it just feels like it’s watching me, following me.”

“We’re connected to it now, to the mind flayer. Even in death, I can still feel it. Maybe it will never leave, maybe it will go away. It’s terrifying, but I don’t want it to control my life. Do you?” A simple question, yet it caught him off guard. He had moved on, things were going fine he had a job, a home, and a small group of friends. But if he asked himself if he was truly happy, he probably would’ve said no. He was scared shitless.

“Can I ask you for a favor?” Billy whispered. The boy nodded, knowing that despite everything, the two young men would do anything for each other.

“Can you call someone for me?”

~~~

Present:

The car moved shook with the bumps along the pavement. The smell of sea salt was becoming stronger, the closer you got to the beach. It was beautiful, that’s what Steve said at least. Your mind was racing, your heart stopped, and your chest slowly moving. You didn’t know how to feel. When you touched down in Los Angeles, you figured something was off, but when Steve started driving towards Palos Verdes, you knew something major must be wrong. You had begged and pleaded to know if El and the rest of the Byers family were okay. It terrified you to no end when Steve remained silent. It took you screaming your lungs out for Steve to finally pull over to a local diner.

Now you sat in the passenger seat tears streaming down your cheeks. You didn’t know what to say, you couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t even blink. Billy was alive. Steve told you everything on the side of the highway, at first you thought you heard him wrong because of all the cars driving past. But Steve stood there barely looking you in the eyes like he felt guilty for giving you the information. He hasn’t said much either since you stepped in the car. Explaining it all either drained him or he was afraid to say anything more.

“Billy Hargrove died in the Starcourt Mall from a freak gas leak. If that’s not true, that means the truth is more painful than what actually happened” Steve sighed, he had no idea how to comfort you. He couldn’t tell you everything was okay or it would be fine because it wasn’t.

Billy was alive, you knew that in your heart. You prayed for so many nights it was all a joke and Billy was pissing his pants from how funny it was. That he would pick you up from work and drive you home. That the man you all thought had died just looked a lot like Billy, and you didn’t know who he really was.

Yet somehow the truth was much worse than that. Billy knew your heart was shattered, he knew that you were in pain, and he was the only one who could save you. Instead of coming back and risking questions, he walked away. He walked away from you, Max, and everyone else. He watched you and decided you weren’t enough of a reason to come back. He lived it up in California while you got to hold max when she cried herself to sleep every night. Maybe everyone was right, he wasn’t redeemable he was just an asshole.

“Do you want to see him?” Steve asked you, the beach was only a few minutes away, and your anxiety grew with each mile closer.

“How am I supposed to look at him after everything. I thought he died in my arms and it turns out he was alive the whole time? Why didn’t he come to me?” A small part of you knew why he did what he did, he was scared and alone.

“You’re the only person who’s looked at him with pure kindness, he was confused and had nowhere to go. Can you blame him for running away?” He reached over and grabbed your hand. A small gesture that brought you great comfort.

“How many people know?”

“Only you, me and Will. Billy wanted to make sure you knew before the others. I’m not sure if he ever plans on telling the others.” He pulled into the beaches parking lot. The glow of the setting sun burned your eyes. He was down there, in the flesh for the first time in over a year.

You figured out later that the last time you saw the unflayed Billy was the night of the accident. He had just dropped you off, and he said he would see you tomorrow, that he loved you and to be safe. He kissed you and smiled before getting into his car and driving away. After that, Billy started pushing you away, using you only for sex. Until that stopped too and he barely spoke to you. Then he died. You’d felt guilty for so long for not seeing the signs.

“What if I can’t forgive him?” the whispered confession left your lips in shame. Was it fair to have spent a year grieving for this man only to push him away when you finally got him back?

“Then you move on, but you won’t know until you see him. So go, he’s waiting.” that was his gentle way of kicking you out of his car.

You stepped onto the hot pavement. The heat immediately suffocating you, this wasn’t Hawkins anymore. You saw Will standing close the steps, silently greeting you. He gave you a warm smile like he was telling you everything was going to be okay. Will nodded towards the water before going to sit in Steve’s car.

Taking a deep breath of the salty air, you made your way down to the water. The hot sand sinking underneath your feet. Billy was here, this was the moment. Was he still the same? Would you still love him? Had he moved on? Was he just as broken as you? Your mind flooded with all these questions as you kept walking. Billy wasn’t there yet, giving you a small second of relief to catch your breath.

A small tap on your shoulder broke you from your thoughts, it was hesitant, and he was obviously just as nervous as you were. There he was. When you turned around, the man you loved more than anything was again standing in front of you. He had been kissed by the sun, and his hair was wilder than ever before. His green eyes were bright against his now tanned skin.

A surge of anger ran through you as you shoved him away, again and again, and again. He took all of it. He grabbed your wrists when you started beating his chest. Bruises would appear later, but Billy knew full well he deserved all of it and more.

“I’m so sorry,” he begged. His heart was beating so fast against his chest; he was afraid it would kill him before he could get the words out. You looked so perfect, he never doubted you would, but after a year you weren’t just in his dreams anymore. Your face was perfectly clear, the nightmares about forgetting your face vanished.

He caught you before you fell to your knees into the sand and lowered his own body to you. He ran his fingers through your hair and held you close to his chest. Repeating that he was sorry and that he loved you so much. He begged you to forgive him.

As he held you, your lungs filled with the smell of cigarettes, his cologne, and the smell of dried sea salt against his skin. He was back, he was warm, life was coursing through his veins. Every image of his cold body being whisked into a black back was replaced. You loved him, he was your one and only. The only man you could ever think of loving. Forgiveness was already given, and explanations could wait until later. You had all the time in the world, nothing would separate the two of you again. He would always be there for you, he was your forever and always, and you were his.

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nicolewoo · 5 years ago

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All Along

Pairing: Joe Anoa’i X Reader, Roman Reigns X Reader

Warning: Talk of sex and an erection. Lots of cussing

I had been moved up to Smackdown a couple months ago. Becky was super excited to see me. We'd wrestled in Canada together years ago and had become great friends. Becky made it so easy to get to know everyone. She spent most of her time with Seth (I still wasn't used to calling him Colby), which meant that Joe (Roman) and I spent a lot of time together. We bonded almost immediately and were practically inseparable. When we weren't busy, you could always find us together. We were becoming the best of friends. We ate together, we hung out together, we were always hugging, touching and tickling each other. Most of the talent at WWE was physically affectionate, especially Joe who flirted with everyone, so I never thought anything of it.

When Smackdown ended up in Tampa for the Thanksgiving break, the four of us decided to host Thanksgiving at Joe's house for anyone who wasn't going home. That was about 25 people. Joe invited Colby, Becky and I to stay at his house. I offered to cook the meal, but since I was the only one who knew how to make Thanksgiving dinner, I was going to end up doing all the work. Joe decided that I deserve to relax and ordered dinner from a restaurant.

Everyone had a great time, laughing and joking. It warmed my heart to be able to host people who had nowhere to go for the holiday. Joe commented on it too. “We did good.” He said as he wrapped an arm around my waist and I nodded in agreement. Even though we ate at 4, guests stayed long into the night. Once the guests left, we began cleaning up the kitchen. I was putting the last of the dishes in the dishwasher, while the four of us talked.

Joe was on other side of kitchen, leaning over an butcher-block island nursing a scotch he'd poured a while ago. Colby and Becky sat on kitchen stools picking at he turkey leftovers before we put them away. Joe was telling the most embarrassing Colby stories he could think of, so Becky and I could hear.

“So we're sneaking into the arena late, because this dingbat had to order his double fluffy chai, soy, whatever coffee. We were trying not to get caught. All of a sudden, we turn the corner and Colby sees Vince. He freaks out and spills his fancy coffee drink all down my back.”

“Wait Wait Wait!” Colby stopped him. You can't blame that on me.” He turned to Becky and said, “There was a cat that darted out in front of me.”

“Yeah right! Nobody else saw a cat.” Roman said as he sipped his drink. “You were just scared of Vince.”

Colby protested, “I was not!”

“Either way,” Joe continued, “So now, I'm supposed to go in the ring to do this promo, but it flat out looks like I shit myself.”

At that, Becky broke into laughter and backhanded Colby in the stomach. “No!”

Colby joined in, “Dean just about fell over laughing. He's pointing at Joe's pants and saying it 'looks like you pooped yourself' over and over again.”

Joe chuckled, “Hey, that ended up working out in our favor. Vince got so concerned about finding me clean clothes, he never realized we were late.”

“You're kidding.” I chimed in.

“Nope.” Said Colby. “We got off lucky.” He emptied his glass of wine. “I'm going to go get another glass. Does anyone want anything?”

“I'll go with you,” Becky said.

That left just Joe and I in the kitchen. He looked at me for a minute still smiling from the story he'd just told. Then there was a dead moment in the conversation.

“I don't know how to start this dishwasher.” I said.

“I'll get it.” He came over and hit a few buttons and the woosh of the machine began. Joe turned around and leaned against the counter next to me. He put his arm around my waist and I leaned my head onto his shoulder.

“This was a fantastic idea. I think everyone had a great time.” He said softly to me.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“Thanks for helping me host it. I couldn't have done it without you.” As a thank you, he pressed a kiss onto the top of my head.

I picked my head back up and looked at him. “Oh, you could have done it yourself.” I assured him.

He smiled big, turned to me and placed his hand on my cheek. “It wouldn't have been the same without you.” He paused for a second and his voice quieted down to almost a whisper. “I'm really happy you came to Smackdown. I appreciate your friendship so much.” His smile faded, and was replaced with an expression I'd never seen from him. Tentatively, he grazed his thumb over my cheek and brushed my lips with it, his eyes watching it trail over my lip.

In that instance, I panicked. Was this what I thought it was? Dare I hope? Joe's friendship meant so much to me, but I couldn't deny the ever growing attraction I had for him. I was trying desperately to figure out what to do when his thumb stopped on my bottom lip and pressed downward so my lips parted. He ran his thumb over my lip again the pad of it now covering the whole lip and leaving a trail of heat behind it.

“Joe,” I started to say, but before I could talk, he leaned in and pressed the most gentle, loving kiss on my lips. It took my breath away. He pulled back and looked at me. When he took a deep breath, I knew the kiss had affected him as much as it did me. I leaned in and kissed him, longer this time. His arms circled around my waist as I ran my hands over his back.

We both pulled away for a second, searching each other's eyes, trying to gauge how the other felt. When Joe leaned in again, it wasn't a soft gentle kiss. It was hot, passionate and full of need. My body blazed at the feel of him against me. I parted my mouth, and he slid his tongue in. He tasted so good. He moaned as he deepened the kiss more, his right hand going into my hair, his body began pressing me up against the counter. I was overcome by desire, and I pressed harder against him trying to get closer.

We heard Becky's laugh and pulled apart from each other. Joe had a second to look into my eyes before Colby and Becky came in. When they did, he was beside me against the counter as if nothing had happened.

Everything in me was on fire, and I was sure they would notice the tension between Joe and me, but Becks was in the middle of a story when they came in. I looked over at Joe who was still a little breathless. I noticed his hand gently brush his pants to adjust to his semi-hard penis. I smirked at him and he smiled back.

“Guys, I'm beat.” Becky began. “Do you need any more help?” she asked.

Both of us tried to answer at the same time. “No.” he said at the same time I said “We've got this.”

“You two are hanging out together too much. You're starting to think alike,” Colby joked.

“I'm tired too.” Joe added. “I think I'll be right behind you.” He said as they bid us goodnight.

We listened as they walked away. I waited until I was sure they couldn't hear us. “Joe. What....” I started, but he turned to me and held me pressing his forehead to mine. His jaw tensed as he tried to fight his desire.

“I'm sorry. I....” He trailed off.

I placed my hand to his cheek as I pulled back a tiny bit to look into his eyes. I smiled at him warmly. “It's ok.”

“I can't hide my feelings any longer.” He kissed me again. “I'm crazy about you. I have been since the minute I saw you.” He whispered, his lips still on mine.

"Why didn't you tell me?”

“I didn't want to ruin our friendship.” He said lovingly. “What if you hadn't felt the same way?”

“But I do,” I looked up at him. “I have all along.”

That brought the biggest smile to his face, and that made me smile big too. He kissed me again, then wrapped me in a giant bear hug. Joe's hugs always made me feel so safe and so warm. “I'm so happy, baby girl.”

The pet name made me smile bigger. “Sooooooo what now?” I asked.

He was grinning ear to ear. “I don't know, but I really am tired. Maybe we should sleep on it.”

“I'm tired too.” I answered.

“Then why don't we go to bed.... separately, and figure out what the next step is tomorrow after Colby and Becky leave?” He smoothed a hand over my back.

I nodded. “That sounds great.”

Joe kissed me one more time as we paused in front of my bedroom door. “Night baby girl.”

“Goodnight.”

I went to bed with the hugest smile on my face. I couldn't believe all this time Joe liked me. I mean yeah, he flirted with me, but he flirted with everyone. My mind thought back to every hug, every time he held my hand, every time we'd snuggled together watching a movie...... all of the time we'd spent together trying not to let the other know how we felt. Wasted time. And now... now that I know... now that he knows.... He's just a few feet away from me. If I go to his room now, what would happen? What did I want to happen? What would he want to happen? My brain wouldn't stop churning, no matter how tired my body was.

I slipped out of bed and paced my room for a minute; considering my options. If I did sneak into his room, I'd probably find him asleep. I could just curl up into his arms. Colby and Becky wouldn't have to know I was in there. I could slip back into my room before they saw me.

My body yearned for him, and my heart yearned too. I wanted to feel him beside me. Would I be able to just snuggle with him now that I know how he feels? What would he think if he woke up? Question after question rolled through my head, and I didn't have answers. I knew only one thing. I wanted to be close to him. I needed to be close to him. I slipped out of my bedroom and went to his. I expected to find him sound asleep snoring, but instead, the second I opened the door, he shot up in bed. He'd been awake too.

“Come here.” He said and pulled the covers back. I snuggled into his arms.

“I couldn't sleep. I wanted to be near you so bad.”

He smoothed his hand down my back. “Me too. I wasn't sure if I should go to you or not. I'm glad you came here.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Let's go to sleep.” I could feel his body relax in a matter of seconds and soon after, I heard a slight snore. I snuggled closer and fell asleep on his shoulder.

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A knock on the door woke us. I opened my eyes adjusting to being in Joe's bed. He smiled at me. “Lay flat.” He whispered with a giggle on his lips. He threw the covers over me and bunched them up a bit to hide me. Then he stuck a pillow over my head, causing us both to giggle more.

“Yeah,” Joe called out to the person at the door.

“Hey,” It was Colby. “Have you see Y/N? She's not in her room.” he asked peaking his head in the door. “Becks and I wanted to let her use the bathroom before we showered.”

“Nah, man. Maybe she went for a walk or something.” Joe said smoothing his hand over his face. I did my best to lay perfectly still.

Colby obviously didn't think there was any chance I was with Joe, and he didn't look for me me in the darkened room, so he didn't notice the lump in Joe's bed.

“She can use my bathroom if she needs it.” Joe replied. “Go ahead and shower.”

“Thanks man.” Colby quickly exited.

Once he was gone, I flung the pillow off my face and into Joe's. “What do you think you're doing, baby girl?” He quirked an eyebrow as he laid next to me. We both broke out in laughter; trying to stay quiet. He leaned in for a sweet kiss, a chuckle still on his mouth. “Good morning. How did you sleep?”

I stretched my legs out, “Once I came in here, I slept well. How about you?”

“Exactly the same here.” He smiled and kissed me again. “We should try to sneak you back to your room before Colby and Becks get done with their showers.”

I snuggled closer to Joe's chest. “I don't want to leave this bed. EVER.”

I expected another chuckle, but instead he hooked a finger under my chin and raised my face to look at him. “I don't either. Trust me! but we should.” He kissed the tip of my nose.

He was right. I knew that, but I wasn't going to leave his bed without one last kiss. I looked into his big brown eyes and ran my fingers through his hair as I moved toward him for a kiss. He leaned in and placed a sweet, tender kiss on my lips that quickly turned into something much deeper, much warmer, much more passionate. I ignored the feeling of his growing appendage as it brushed my thigh.

“I gotta stop.” He pulled away breathing heavily. He paused to catch his breath. “Can we have lunch here today? Take some time to talk?” He asked. I agreed, and he got up. Throwing a shirt on, he asked, “What are you going to tell them?” He nodded toward Colby and Becky's room.

I had already thought it out. “If I can get back to my room, I'll get dressed quickly and say I just got back from running errands.”

“So we're going to start lying to our friends?” He quirked an eyebrow and I felt a pang of guilt. My friends knew I hated lying. I detested it.

“Joe,” I got up and wrapped my arms around him. “Just for a few hours until we can talk. After we talk, I've got no trouble telling Colby and Becks about this.”

“Good point.” He placed his forehead to mine. “Meet you here at noon?” I agreed.

He brushed some hair behind my shoulder. “Go get ready, baby girl, before they are out of the shower.” He peeked out the door and confirmed the hallway was empty. I quickly slipped out of his room into mine.

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After working out, coming back to his house and showering, Joe and I finally settled down to eat and talk. There were a few awkward moments as we tried to figure out what to say.

“I... uh... like I said last night, I'm crazy about you. I want to be together with you.” He looked unsure of how to continue.

“What do you mean “together with” me?” It was a fair question. “Are we talking about sex, a relationship or what?”

“No. Not sex.. well, yeah, I want to have sex with you....” He looked down at the floor but peeked up at me. “I mean in time...uh....” He rubbed his hand over the back of his neck “when we're ready, but I want to date you.” He finally said.

That brought a smile to my lips and he perked up a bit, looking less scared. “I want that too.” I agreed.

He reached his hand across the table and held mine. “Do..... do we tell other people?” he asked.

I thought for a second before deciding, “We don't lie.” He smiled again. “Let's just go on like we are, and if someone asks, we tell the truth.”

“Baby, I get asked if we're dating ALLLLL the time.” He smirked at me. “It doesn’t help that I can’t keep my hands off you.”

I thought I saw a hint of a blush cross his face. “Do you want to handle this another way?”

“No. I'm just sayin'. If we do it your way, the whole roster will know by the second match.” He chuckled. “I seriously get asked all the time.”

“Babe, would you say we're best friends?” I asked.

“You know it, sweetheart.” He looked questioningly at me. “Why?”

“Well, if someone asks, and you don't want to talk about our relationship, you can truthfully tell them that we are best friends.” I smiled warmly at him as I ran my thumb over his knuckles.

“Good idea.” He said smiling warmly at me. “We're going to have to tell Colby and Becks though. You know that? After the show tonight?” He asked and I agreed. He got up from his seat and came to my side. “Are you done eating?” He reached for my mostly empty plate.

“Yeah. I'm full.” I answered.

He took both of our plates to the kitchen counter and came back to grab my hand. “Feel like watching a movie?”

“That sounds great.” I answered, standing up and letting him lead me to the couch. We snuggled close as we always did, but this time it felt so much more meaningful. It wasn't unusual for us to kiss each other's hands, cheeks, temples, but this time, I got to kiss his lips... the lips I'd thought of kissing so many times before. Each kiss though started a fire in me that was hard to suppress. In time... when we're ready he'd said earlier, and he was right. We had to wait until we were both ready.... no matter how much my body ached for him.

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Becky stood with her arms crossed in front of her. She had a puzzled look on her face as she stared first at Joe and then at me. “What happened after we went to bed last night?”

“Nothing.” I answered with a straight face. “Why?”

“Well, for starters, you weren't in your room this morning. Now you told me you were running errands,” she began pacing a bit, tapping her finger on her bottom lip like she was a detective at Scotland Yard about to reveal the murderer in an old movie. “but I know that you would rather have a tooth pulled than to go shopping on Black Friday. Then we get here and you two are acting all weird.” She looked to Colby who shook his head in agreement.

“Weird? How are we acting weird?” Joe asked trying to hide a smirk.

“Normally you two can't keep your hands off each other. You're always hugging or snuggling....”

Colby chimed in. “But today... I don't think I've seen you two touch at all.” He looked back at Becky prodding her to agree.

She confirmed that we hadn’t touched. “Did you two have a fight or something?” Becky asked.

“No. We're good.” I couldn't hold my smile back as much as I wanted.

“OH HOHOHOHO!” Becky proclaimed when she saw my smile. She turned to Colby. “I know what's going on here. They finally fucked.”

Colby's eyes got wide in realization as mine got wide in embarrassment. “FINALLY!” He said.

“No!” Roman nearly yelled. “It's not like that.” He said standing to come to me. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me sweetly. “No. I just couldn't hide my feelings for her any longer.” He looked deep in my eyes. After a second, Colby's proclamation registered in his head, and he turned to his friend. “What do you mean by 'Finally'?”

“The whole company's been waiting for you two to get your heads out of your asses and admit you like each other.” Colby said nonchalantly as he started digging through his bag for something. “Wait!” He turned his gaze to me. “Were you in Ro's room this morning?” I didn't have to answer, because of the shit eating grin on both Joe and my faces. “Where were you?” He asked me.

“Next to me in bed. I covered her up with pillows.” Joe admitted.

“So, you lied to us?” Colby looked upset and Becky looked flat out mad.

“We weren't ready to tell you guys, because we hadn't had time to talk about it.” Roman tried to calm them.

“You didn't have time?” Becks asked. “How about the hours you guys spent in bed together?”

“Becks... listen... nothing happened. We both fell asleep about 5 minutes after I climbed into his bed. We decided at lunch today that we wanted to be together and that we weren't going to hide anything.”

“And we decided to tell you guys tonight after the show.” Joe added. I nodded in agreement.

“Ok. Ok. Let's back this story up. What exactly happened last night?” Colby said, and Joe told him the story.

“Man, when you went to get more wine at the end of the night, I was thanking Y/N for her help, and telling her how much I appreciate her friendship.” He ran his hand over the back of his neck. “And I just couldn't stop myself. I kissed her.”

“Then you guys came back and said you were going to bed.” I continued the story. “We decided to go back to our own beds, but I couldn't sleep knowing Joe was so close, so I threw caution to the wind and went to snuggle with him, and we fell asleep.”

“So this morning when I came knocking?” Colby asked.

“Dude, we didn't even know what we were doing. We had kissed a few times and snuggled. That's it.”

Becky's stern face stared at me for a minute before she walked up to me. I half wondered if she was going to hit me, but instead, she wrapped her arm around my neck and pulled me into a giant hug. “I'm so happy for you.” She reached her hand out to grab Joe's hand. Colby came over to congratulate Joe, and we all ended up hugging.

Check out part 2 here!

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Summertime Magic

So, I saw the gif below and thought of a brilliant idea. It’s about 90 degrees out here in my neighboorhood so here is a one-shot about a young woman trying to cool down this summer but she sees something that can heat it up even more.

Something to hold y’all off until I post more of my series for “CONNECTED” and “Beauty and the Panther”.

Pairing: N’Jadaka x Black Thick Reader

Recommended Listening: Summertime Magic by Childish Gambino

LOS ANGELES, CALI, JUNE ‘19

The weather that day was unbearable to point everyone and anyone can walk outside completely nude and no one bat an eye. In a small one-story rented home, a young African American woman had finished her last yarn loc and finally got to rest. She lied there on her stomach, behind in the air with nothing but her undies and a crop top on. The AC was on full blow mode but the sweat still dripped down her forehead. She was in the middle of watching “Black Mirror” when she heard a car pull up her driveway; honking and blasting Tyler the Creator. “Y/N! I know you ain’t shit blood. Let’s go out”, a female voice said. Y/N looked out her window to see her best friend, Kesha, peeking through. She lifted up her window and said: “girl, it’s too hot to be out right now.” Kesha rolled her eyes and said “c’ mon, please. We can go to the store around the corner and chill at the beach. My ac is on and it is beautiful outchea. Now, get dressed and bring ya ass. You got thirty minutes.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and finally took a quick shower, slipped on a yellow short sundress and sandals to show off her bright peach color that matched her coffin-shaped acrylics. She placed a few golden clamps in her hair and was out to the car. “Oooo yes. I am feeling the locs” Kesha complimented as they made their way. “You finished them finally, huh?” Y/N nodded. “Yes, finally. It took all night but finally got it done.” Kesha raked her fingers through her box braids and told her “I may need a touch up in the first two rows. How much you gonna charge me?” Y/N looked at her braids and said “hmm, thirty. Sound good?”

“Yeah, thanks Y/N/N. I have a date next week and I gotta look good.” She looked at Shay and asked: “with you?” Kesha blushed and said “Ricky from down the street.” Y/N’s eyes bugged out. “Ricky?! Sandra’s Ricky?” Kesha raised her finger covering her friend’s mouth. “Used to be. Ricky dumped her months ago because she got comfortable saying nigga.” Y/N put her arm out her window and looked out. “That’s what happens when niggas date woman o other races. Hoes out here think just because the get black dick in them that is the automatic ‘n-card’. They pulled up into the parking lot of the store before Kesha fixed her gloss and observed her cocoa skin in the mirror; they both got out and walked in.

“Exactly. Meet you at the register.” Y/N went to the cooler to observe the drink selection. She caught the reflection of an unknown figure standing behind her. She made her way to the icee machine, grabbed a large cup and mixed Cherry with Coca Cola flavored. She grabbed a straw, taking it out and sliding her glossy lips around it. She turned around and was startled to see the strange man. “What up, baby? Who told you to look that fine?” Y/N rolled her eyes and said “bwoy, bye. I don’t know who you are and I don’t care.” When she was about to walk away, he grabbed her arm tightly and said “come on. I know your ass ain’t got a man.”

All of a sudden, a tall man in a vintage Fresh Prince jersey, black basketball, and Air Force ones stood at 6′2. Broad shoulders, muscular legs, dreads braided back with a nice fade and all, stood behind Y/N. “You aight, baby girl? I was looking for your cute ass.” He gently took her hand in his big one but she did not snatch it back. All she can do was melt into his touch while looking up at him. The stranger looked at the harasser with a brow rose and asked: “ya ain’t tryna be all on my girl, are you?” The man nervously laughed and said “Nah, big man. I didn’t-” The man slid her hand down the woman’s round waist and asked “Princess, is homeboy here giving you problems? Want me to rough his ass up like that last one?” He made his chest bounce when he said it and it made her wonder if anything else can bounce.

She shook her head and he said: “Nah, lemme hear that voice I love so much.” She blushed and said “no, it’s okay. Thank you though.” The man took his sucker out his mouth and smiled. He looked back to the guy and wrapped his arm around Y/N’s neck. “C’ mon, baby. Lemme buy yo snacks and let’s get the fuck outta here.” As they walked away, he looked back at the guy and raised his brow.” Y/N placed her snacks on the counter (a snicker, a spicy pickle and a bag of Cheddar Ruffles) with her drink and pulled the money she made from her last client out her bra; the man stopped her. “I got you, don’t trip.” He handed the cashier a twenty, got his change, got Y/N’s bag and held her hand as they walked out.

He walked them over to his pine-green Ford Explorer and leaned on it. “What’s ya name,” he asked and she said “Y/N” with her hand out. The man saw the creeper walk out and pulled her closer to him. “I’m N’Jadaka. Homeboy is right behind us. Just start giggling” he whispered and she did so but it was a genuine one because he breath was on her earlobe. The man turned the corner and N’Jadaka slowly let go. “Sorry about that. Nigga was tripping back there. Ya alright” he asked and she smiled sipping her drink. “I’m fine. Thank you for helping me out. I would have sprayed his ass but I left my keys in my homegirl’s car.” N’Jadaka looked back and looked at her, eyes traveling from her feet to her locs. “How long you been growing yours?” She laughed. “Unfortunately, it isn’t mine. They are yarn locs.”

His head tilted to the side and he said “oh shit, they look more natural than mine. I like ‘em. You should grow real ones. They fit your cute face.” She blushed and said “thank you. Who does yours?” He shook his head. “Eh, no one out here. I used to go out a barber up north but gas getting expensive.” That’s when he got the idea. “You know how to do dreads and maybe a line-up?” She smiled and said “yeah, let me see. Hold this real quick.” She bent his head down and got on her tippy toes. He placed his right hand her hip as Kesha was about to go to the car but stopped so she can watch.

“Hmmm, they look crotched but most likely twisted and locked. Can give you a hot oil treatment and a nice wash. A few are actually locking together which isn’t bad but they can get natted quick. I can charge about, eh, 75 and that’s with the fade, too. You don’t need a fae right now but we definitely gotta get these dreads right, N’Jadaka. I can give you my number and you can make an appointment. I have a few tomorrow but I can squeeze you in for Friday, sounds good.” He took his blow pop out his mouth and said “yeah, we can do that. What time you want me to come?” She took her drink back, sipping it and said “come over at eleven am. It’s gonna take a while.”

“Cool, I can come after my session at the gym” he handed her his phone to put her number in. She gave back to him and said “there you go. Thanks, again for the help and buying my stuff for me. That was sweet. I can pay you back.” He shook his head and said “don’t worry. It was my pleasure.” He put his cherry sucker back in his mouth as his eyes landed at the car behind her; he smirked. “Someone is waiting for ya, Y/N.” She turned to see Kesha nosey self watching and once she was caught she slipped in. “Text me so I can save your number, okay?” He nodded as he got int the driver seat and pulled off.

“Sooooooo, who was that nice looking brotha” her friend asked. Y/N looked over at Kesha and said: “just a man who help me out.” Kesha smiled rolling her eyes “mhmm, a fine man to add” as she started the car. When they made their way to another location, Y/N’s phone vibrated:

She smiled to herself as she saved his number. A fine man indeed, she agreed with her friend in thought.

Alright, loves. I love this so much btw. But let me know what y’all think and if I should do a chapter two and turn this into a series. I got A BUNCH of good ideas for this.

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