#it wasn't for another 3 years when my ma passed that I finally decided to tell the doctor at my latest appointment

[ink--theory]

Carpal tunnel got ya too?

yeah and you got these two pieces of shit mainly to blame! ^_^

[urween]

Tirade | James McAvoy x M/Ftm!reader | english version

summary: Newly enrolled in drama classes, Uriel doesn't particularly believe in his abilities but a memory from his adolescence remains etched in his memory and helps him advance in these classes. One day, a certain actor comes to visit an old friend, and he will surely stop in front of a nice performance given by Uriel.

notes: I know that it can't really be counted as "x reader" because the main character has a name but I really don't like writing with "Y/N" so I decided to put a first name without real importance in order to make writing easier. The dialogues and texts are created by me, unlike the final tirade which receives its credits in the story ;)

⚠︎ warnings: mention of remarks close to sexuality, insecurities

special thanks and credits to @sparrow-the-tired-lesbian who nicely helped me with this story's translation because it was originally written in french, my native language.

french version here

-3 694 words

-Third person description

Theater wasn't the option he had considered from the beginning. He had thought more about writing, and painting maybe, but not theater. He wanted to stay behind the curtains, not have to put himself on stage in front of curious pairs of eyes. Selling books and paintings seemed more accessible to him, at least for him it was more accessible, and he would work hard for it. Becoming a writer or a painter was more common than an actor, right? To become an actor you had to be recognized by a lot of people, you had to be constantly judged and spied on. You needed pure talent and a lot of luck to become an actor. Which Uriel didn't think he had at all. Writing could be learned more easily, he didn't need to show himself to the whole world to earn a little money. Painting could be abstract and anonymous, no need to have his face on the canvas.

Yet he found himself enrolled in theater classes for two weeks now. His father had forced his hand, he had insisted by saying that for him this art had helped to manage his shyness and that perhaps it would also be the case for him. So Uriel had accepted, because deep down he always had something in his chest that asked to come out and express itself, and the theater could perhaps help him to do it. At least, he preferred this excuse to another, totally absurd one.

"We're going back everyone!"

Mary's shrill voice made the ten students jump. They all put away their cell phones or headsets to return to the stage and resume rehearsals.

Uriel followed the group, admiring the diversity present. When he signed up he had seen that from the age of sixteen people had to register in the adult group, and of course, from the height of his twenty-one years, he had done so. But in the group there was a young girl, sixteen years old precisely, Uriel admired her deeply, she was talented and everyone told her so. The main roles were often for her besides, but she did not become haughty for all that, on the contrary, she was always surprised to receive them and it was touching to see.

"Well,” began Mary more calmly, “before we continue I wanted to tell you that a friend might come to see you in a few days.” Immediately the students became curious, “he passed by here and while talking with him, he offered to come and watch you rehearse"

"Who is it? Asked Chloe, an actor?"

Uriel sat cross-legged on the floor next to Matthias, a man in his fifties with whom he got along well. The latter gave him a look and reproached himself for whispering in his ear. "I've seen so-called actors come by here and believe me they don't even glance at us," he smiled, "they come to advertise themselves, say they're nice and all that stuff but deep down they don't give a damn about us, my poor boy." Matthias wasn't very popular in the group because of his habit of always seeing the negative in a situation, like now, but Uriel appreciated that. For him, it was a quality to see the options that others preferred to ignore, and then it always made him laugh. "Maybe he's different?" Uriel replied in turn in a whisper. In response, the man shrugged, looking unsure.

"Yes, he's an actor, but I prefer not to tell you who he is right away," Mary continued, "you'll see!"

"But why is he coming to see us? We're not famous, we're not even professionals" Almost the entire group agreed with Joel, and Mary understood their reactions.

"We've known each other since high school, him and I. He knows that I organize theater classes, he simply asked me if I minded him attending a session and I answered no.” The students still didn't seem convinced, “listen, you'll see by yourselves, so stop looking at me with whiting eyes. I'm sure he can even give you some advice"

Everyone had a little comment to make, Mary let them chat for several minutes before clapping her hands to get their attention and getting back to real rehearsals.

For a little less than a month now, the group had been working on a play partly created by Mary herself. “The Angel and the Bird”, is a drama with mythological appearances telling the story of two characters: an angel named Yaël who was desperate to escape the heavens, and a crow named Danielle who hoped to have a place in Heaven despite the beliefs related to her appearance. Chloe had the role of the angel, Uriel that of the crow. It was his first main role since joining the group and he was quite anxious about it. He had thought about giving up his place to someone else but Matthias had dissuaded him, he said that this role was perfect for him and that he just needed a little time to learn all the lines. "You who have the name of an angel find yourself playing the bird, isn't that the height of it?" he often repeated to him. And even if he didn't want to admit it, hearing Matthias' compliments did him good. The fifty-year-old had also offered to help him recite his lines, but Uriel had kindly refused. The idea of being in the foreground already made him panic enough, he preferred to revise alone to make mistakes alone and not have anyone's eyes on him. For the same reason, he stayed an extra hour at the end of each class to be calm and especially to have the possibility of rehearsing in the final location. Mary trusted him enough to leave him alone here and come back an hour later to close the doors of the auditorium.

Not missing his solitary appointment, Uriel watched the other students leave the stage and gradually exit the large room. Matthias wished him good luck and was the last to leave. The young man sighed softly upon hearing this silence. He appreciated the other members of the group but his tranquility was all the more appreciated. Uriel took his text again, these many pages that he had to learn by heart, and he got to work.

The hour passed faster than he would have thought, he realized it when he picked up his cell phone again to check the date of the next class. With surprise, he saw six thirty p.m. displayed, which meant that Mary was thirty minutes late. Uriel did not worry too much, being late could very well happen to anyone. He quietly put his things away, muttering his text at the same time, and then he went towards the exit. The idea of leaving crossed his mind, but that meant leaving the room open and unattended, which was not recommended here. Uriel lived alone, no one was going to worry if he came back a little later, so he decided to wait for Mary to return so she could lock it securely. The young man sat down against one of the doors and picked up his backpack. Over time, he had gotten into the habit of always carrying a book with him, and today this technique was going to pay off. So he began reading it, a collection of poems that had been given to him two years ago but that he had never taken the time to read. It took a few pages for Uriel to fully get into the book, but he quickly forgot his surroundings and peacefully read the poems. He was so absorbed that he didn't notice Mary, accompanied by a man, walking towards him. The thirty-year-old greeted her friend who apologized for holding her back so much, then she went to Uriel. The latter jumped when he saw legs coming into his field of vision, but he was relieved when he saw Mary's familiar face.

"Excuse me for being late, the friend I told you about earlier arrived earlier than expected and he went to the theater,” she explained while watching the boy put his book away, “thanks for waiting"

"That's normal,” Uriel smiled, “we'll see each other tomorrow anyway?” Mary nodded while locking the two imposing doors, “then see you tomorrow and have a good evening"

The woman watched her student calmly leave the building, a smile on her lips.

The next day, the day went by faster than he would have hoped. The customers at the supermarket had not been unbearable for once, or at least the majority had behaved well. Despite this, Uriel was more than eager to get home and take a shower. Appearances could be deceptive, but staying locked in a store all day quickly got hot, especially when customers demanded a certain amount of self-control.

Closing the locked door behind him, Uriel hurried to take off all his dirty clothes. He vaguely emptied his bag, simply removing the dishes used during his lunch since the rest was constantly left in it. He didn't see the point in taking off his work things if he was going to put them back on the next day, so he might as well leave them where they were.

Once his usual ritual was done, the young man checked the time. He had less than half an hour left if he wanted to avoid being late. With that in mind, he rushed to the shower, not taking the time to put on music or even check his messages. Fortunately, he didn't finish this late every day, but when he did, he had to run to be on time. The only positive point, that had persuaded him to keep these classes, was that the theater was less than a minute's walk from his house. As a child, Uriel used to go there with his father to see some performances and plays, unfortunately over time this custom had been lost. But thanks to that, he knew the place, of course before signing up for these classes he could not have known what the backstage looked like, but these years of loyalty to the program had allowed him to know the rooms and artists like the back of his hand. Obviously, "knowing" was a big word for these actors, but Uriel had learned the names of the regular actors as well as their repetitive plays. This detail was not one during the classes because thanks to that he could cite the previous plays performed as well as some parts. For example, his father liked the performances of Cyrano de Bergerac, therefore he always took his son with him to see them, and as a result, Uriel knew by heart the different versions of the main character's tirade for Roxane. His favorite was by far the modern one performed by James McAvoy, even though he had seen it several years ago, it remained etched in his memory. The emotion that the actor had managed to convey was breathtaking. Uriel still remembered the silence in the room, the tears on his cheeks, and the final applause. He was seventeen at the time, and four years later he was still able to recite this text without a mistake.

A towel clumsily placed on his hair, Uriel turned off the bathroom to go to the bedroom and get some clean clothes. He didn't worry about it and simply grabbed a t-shirt with a Marvel logo that was lying in his closet as well as a pair of jogging pants large enough to make fluid movements. He quickly put on socks and underwear before going back to get his backpack. As always, the young man checked with a glance that he hadn't forgotten to turn on a tap or something like that, then he picked up his large cardigan and closed it before leaving his apartment.

At ten, Uriel was finally outside, walking quickly despite his slight lead. He didn't like being late, but he often managed to be, and the other members of the group knew it very well.

But fortunately for him, he even arrived three minutes early. As always, Matthias was already there, and he must have been there for more than a quarter of an hour. Almost everyone was there, except Joël who had called in his absence, and Arthur who had missed his bus.

"Good evening to you all!" Mary greeted cheerfully as she entered the room, “I hope your day wasn't too exhausting because tonight we're going over the entire third act"

Several students sighed in unison, the woman went down the steps with an unusual joy of life until she reached the front of the stage. Uriel exchanged a questioning look with Matthias, to which the man shrugged. Mary wasn't of a very cheerful temperament, she wasn't always depressed but let's say that seeing her in this state was new, and it piqued Uriel's curiosity.

"We're not going to wait for Arthur, he'll take it along the way," she explained as she took off her coat and shoes.

To have a better grip on the waxed wooden floor of the stage, everyone had to take off their shoes and stay in socks. Then, it brought a lighter atmosphere.

"So! Chloe position yourself while Khais is supposed to finish his line,” the two obeyed without problem while Mary adjusted Chloe's position.

The others remained seated against the right wall, observing the scene while patiently waiting their turn.

"Very well,” Mary clapped her hands and silence fell as usual, “the curtain opens on Yaël kneeling near a river, we can guess that he is drinking while music is supposed to install a feeling of peace. Chloe it's whenever you want"

The young woman had put her long blond hair in an imperfect bun which during the real performance will be camouflaged with white feathers and flowers. The choice to have a woman play an angel and a man play a crow was voluntary on Mary's part, she always said that an actor had to be able to embody the opposite gender. Matthias had not been of this opinion at first, but thanks to some explanations from Uriel, he had finally agreed on the subject.

"Oh father, what must I do to stop this punishment that you inflict on me," began Chloe in a low voice, "must I do evil? Should I disobey my innermost convictions to spare myself this harsh torture?"

This scene had been complicated for Chloe to learn and especially to interpret, she could not manage to keep this half-tone soft enough to be the expected one and powerful enough to resonate throughout the room. Mary had helped him a lot with that, giving her breathing exercises to channel her voice and intentions, but also videos to watch so that her ear would get used to that particular tone. In the end, she managed to recite her text as requested, and as always with her, the scene was moving. Uriel sincerely admired Chloe because, despite her young age, she managed to understand the request made of her. Then, she was gifted, everyone could see it here. Matthias had even said that if one day someone came looking for future actors, he would most certainly hesitate between her and Uriel, but of course, the young man in question had kindly laughed, saying that there was no possible competition between him and the teenager.

"What do you do with this poor bird? This poor cursed bird is cursed by its color and the meaning attributed to it. Aren't you touched by its story? Do you not wish to silence her suffering and grant her the release she asks for? I know your kindness, my father, grant me this wish, I beg you."

Uriel stood up without a sound, preparing his entrance while reciting his words in his mind. His vest now open, he let it slide down his arms before putting it in a ball in a corner. For him, the most complicated thing was always the first sentences, he was constantly afraid of missing them or forgetting them. If he made a mistake in the middle, it was not serious, his mistake could go unnoticed, while for the first word, it was different. My friend, I have been looking for you since the sun first rose, the young man repeated to himself over and over, my friend, I have been looking for you since the sun first rose.

Chloe let a feather fall from her hair, it was his sign.

"My friend, I have been looking for you since the sun first rose!" Uriel declared sadly as he arrived in the middle of the stage.

“Oh, Danielle! Oh, my poor bird!” exclaimed Chloe, “how lovely your feathers are!”

The young man’s head turned to one side to express his embarrassment, he played a startle when Chloe grabbed his arm in her hands. For this role, Uriel would have to wear an all-black outfit on which several feathers of the same color would be stuck, and like Chloe, feathers in his hair. He had suggested arranging the latter so that they went down to the nape of his neck, to create the illusion of longer hair and a more feminine appearance.

“Please do not compare these atrocities with the beauty that radiates from your dress,” began Uriel, turning to walk with his back to the angel, “your feathers illuminate the heavens and reflect divine light on birds like me. They are created to make the most graceful peacocks boil with jealousy, they represent Paradise and its disciples,” recited the crow sadly, pointing to the sky. “Do not compare my curse with your blessing, you risk irritating the heavens. My place is already allowed on a land as beautiful as ours, do not compare my monstrosities with something that should only be attributed to light.” He paused briefly. “Oh my friend, do not compare dusk with dawn!"

A silence fell in the room as a tear ran down Uriel's cheek. His stage partner, her lips parted, joined her hands in applause, and soon the others followed her. Gradually emerging from his dramatic world, the young man looked at his teammates with incomprehension. He passed his hand against his cheek to wipe away the moisture and began to smile despite himself as he gradually understood the reason for this applause. Matthias stood up first and made a bow that made Uriel laugh softly.

"Do you want to understand all my compliments now? You are a talented young man, whether you like it or not," Matthias began, accompanied by several nods behind him.

Mary turned towards the back of the room, seeming to smile at something in the darkness, before stepping forward. "Matthias is right, this is the best version you have done so far," she smiled at him.

The young man wanted to stammer out thanks, feeling a real gratitude deep inside him, but applause stopped him short. He didn't need to look at the students to understand that it wasn't coming from them, it was coming from right in front, high up on the steps. Uriel timidly stepped forward onto the stage to try to see more clearly, but very quickly the stranger stepped into the light of his own accord.

A weight fell into the young performer's stomach, and he wasn't the only one surprised. Still against their wall, the apprentice actors each took turns to widen their eyes in increasingly ridiculous grimaces.

“I told you about my friend yesterday,” Mary explained cheerfully, “he just happened to be here earlier than expected, so let me introduce you to James.”

As if he were just a man, he smiled at the students who were still in shock, and more particularly at a young crow. With agility, he climbed onto the stage, stopping in front of this pretty bird.

“Nice to meet you, James,” the actor introduced himself politely, “Mary told me about a potential talent and I’m delighted to see you in person Uriel.”

Maybe he murmured a “good evening” but he wasn’t sure of anything at that moment.

All that was going around in his distraught mind was that tirade, that tirade that he had been reciting innocently in the street just this morning.

I love you, I need you, I want you. And I wake up with your voice wide inside my head. I look at you and I can't focus.

I'm ashamed, I'm angry, I'm in love, I'm mad, I'm happy, I'm dead, I'm alive, I'm stupid I'm tongue-tied.

I'm writing you letters, and I'm tearing it up, and then I'm writing you letters again. I'm idealizing you, I'm humiliating you, I'm undressing you. I'm looking into your eyes, I'm kissing your eyes. I'm pushing you against the wall, but you’re pressing back, you’re pressing back. Your body wants mine, you're kissing my mouth, you bite my lip. You draw blood, you're on fire, you’re on fire.

The whole world shimmers, and I burn, with love.

The whole world shimmers, and tonight and this guy, and your voice shimmers.

I've no wait, I've no mind, I've no break, I've no self-control, I've no shame. I've no authority over myself, I can wait for hours for just one glimpse of you, and then not speak to you at all. I cannot speak, I cannot speak to you, I can't speak, I can't stop speaking, I can't stop looking.

I make you an object, I desire you. I write to you, I write for you. I tear up everything I ever wrote for you or about you, I burn myself alive for you. I worship you, I strip you, I unclothe you. I do up the tiniest button at your sleeve.

I embraced your waist, I embraced your neck, I kissed the back of your neck. I embraced your wrist, and I'm speechless.

I’m speechless.

All I can say is I want, I want, I want. There is no poetry, there is no structure that can make any sense of this. Except I want, I want, I want.

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[vannybarber]

The Prenup: Part Two

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part One

Walking down the isle, you grab everything that looks remotely pleasing in sight. After you left the house, you were just driving nowhere. Having to refill your tank because you wasted all the gas, the crackhead at the station kept singing Mambo Number 5 and it made you feel slightly better. Now you were in the convenience store spending your feelings away.

You get to the pain pills and grab some Aleve. Your head has been thumping for hours now. You see a pink box and knock a couple of those in the basket too just because they're pink. Whipping over to the candy isle, you grab multiple bags of Starburst jelly beans just to spite Chris because you know he loves them. Moments later, your basket it full and you head to the front.

Tipping the basket, you dump all the contents on the counter. The cashier gives you this look and you don't blame her. You had 3 bags of jellybeans, 5 random candy bars, 2 pink boxes you still can't read out, a blue Mountain Dew, a dog toy and some Doritos. Absolutely random. The cashier scans all the junk food, but when she gets to the pink boxes, she look up at you and at your left hand.

You're in a daze, so you don't see her looking at you. Your mind was all over the place and frankly, you didn't want to think about any of the latest events. Not the prenup. Not the engagement. Not Chris. Snapping into reality, you pay for your groceries and take all the bags and walk out the store.

On the drive to the hotel, you pass the park where you and Chris met. That didn't help with your predicament at all.

Dodger had gotten off his leash because he was so excited to finally have a home. You were with your niece. She is so obsessed with dogs and wanted to meet every one. Dodger spotted her and pounced on her, giving infinite kisses.

Chris was freaking out. His dog just pounced on a two year old child.

You, on the other hand, were laughing your ass off. Your niece wasn't complaining either because she kissed him back.

He apologized profusely and you guaranteed him it was okay. You guys hung out for the rest of the day and decided to go on another date, without the kids. One date lead to many others and soon enough you'd met his whole family, vice versa, and started living with him. It was unreal.

And here you are infront of a hotel, with no ring or engagement and your fianceé almost an hour away. Oh, how the tables have turned.

You get out and receive your room key. You head up to your room and set everything down. You were so tired and worn out. Getting comfortable in the bed, you knock out almost immediately.

Meanwhile, back at your house, it's pure chaos.

"Chris do you realize what the fuck you just did?"

Scott is practically screaming at his brother, pacing around the room.

"Scott can you fucking chill? You're not helping the situation" Chris snapped back at him. Scott stops and stares at him like he's an idiot.

"We wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for your stupid choices. Tell him Ma!" He looks at her to back him up. Lisa stands up from her seat and walks over to Chris.

"Now Scott, Chris is a grown man. He can handle this situation, right honey?" Her hands are on both his shoulders, looking for him to respond.

"There you go. You always do this! You always baby him up whenever he's in trouble." He rolls his eyes. Lisa draws back from Chris.

"No, I do not. I let all of you sort out your own issues, with my advice of course. Shanna, Carly, do I baby your brother?" Chris throws his head back in annoyance.

"Um, yeah kinda.."

"Sometimes...Ma, but not all the time of course"

They say at the same time. They hated to admit it but when it came to Chris, she mostly got him out his problems. He's not used to solving them on his own. Lisa utters incoherent words in disbelief.

"That's not important right now. My fianceé just called off our engagement and I don't know where she is!" Chris interrupts, getting everyone back into focus.

"Technically she's not your fianceé if she called the engagement off, but it's whatever..." Scott mumbles with his hands up. Chris shoots him a 'fuck off look'.

"Well have you tried calling her?" Carly asks him.

"Yes, but she's not picking up. She can hold quite the grudge when it comes to her feelings." And he was right. You were very protective of your feelings and anything to harm that will be shut down ASAP.

"Well we just have to hope that she is trusting her better judgment and will come back, unlike someone in the room" Scott says sarcastically turning and sitting on the couch. Chris smacks his lips.

"Scott that's enough!" Lisa snaps.

"Well he deserves everything he's getting! He put himself in this situation. Now he doesn't have a wife and he's miserable. Could never be me."

Chris had enough. He moved quickly put his chair and into the bedroom, slamming the door shut. He sat at the edge of the bed and cried.

You had finally woken up and check your phone.

26 missed calls | 63 messages.

You text Lisa and tell her you're fine. Closing the app, you look at your homescreen. It's a picture of Chris laying on your chest asleep. His lips are parted and you're grinning in the screen. He looks like an adorable puppy. You grab your charger out your bag and plug it up.

Remembering the stuff you bought, you grab the jellybeans and open them. Seeing the assortment of colors, you go straight for the red ones. Chris' favorite. You were gonna milk this to the bone. You reach in the bag and feel one of the pink boxes you bought. Still not knowing what it was, you pull it out and read it.

First Response Pregnancy

You bought a damn pregnancy test. 2 to be exact. You didn't know if you wanted to laugh or to smack yourself for wasting your money. Many thoughts went through your mind. Should you take the tests? Should you throw it away? What if you were pregnant? That last thought gave you shivers. Pregnant at a time like this? Were you even ready?

Looking down at the test, you decide to take it. Just for the hell of it. You knew you weren't gonna be pregnant because you take birth control. Not to mention you and Chris use condoms for extra measure. Nothing wrong with being safe.

You get up, pad to the bathroom and get down to business. You do all the steps and clean up after yourself. Now you just had to wait.

You were nervous as hell. You don't know why though. There isn't a chance you could be pregnant because you didn't allow there be one. You have been beyond careful. There would be zero possibility. Or so you thought.

After what felt like 5 minutes, your shakey hand grab the test and flip it over.

| |

You freeze and your eyes dart to the information section.

Not Pregnant- |

Pregnant- | |

You look back at the results. There were two lines. Absentmindedly, you shake your head and back up until your back hits the wall. You can't be pregnant. There's literally no freaking way. It's got to be false.

You grab the other test and take it. After 5 more minutes, you check it and there's two lines also. Now you were freaking the fuck out. Both tests are positive. You rush back in the room and dig through the bag for the other box. You grab it and take both tests at the same time. Don't ask.

After another 5 minutes, you stare at the back of the two tests. Moment of truth. You flip both the tests at the same time.

| | on each test.

This is where you fall on the floor in shock and fear. You were pregnant. With Chris' child. And you guys just had a huge fall out and you're all alone. You're not ready for a kid. Especially not now.

You bury your head in your hands and let the tears fall. How in the hell were you gonna tell him?

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Girls Trip {Erik fic}

Warnings: 18+, smut.

{reader goes on a cruise with her girls during winter break post-breakup & meets Erik when she needs him most. The intro to a series. I hope that y'all enjoy this long ass intro x}

“Told you you'd like it! We know what you need.” your friend Lynelle says as you and your other 2 best friends step into the lobby of the ship.

Your original plan was to stay home and catch up on much needed sleep and netflix binge watching during Winter Break but Khadijah, Tasha , and Lynelle (Lennie)  had other plans.

They could never get on the same page to go on a proper vacation but the one time you wanted to be left alone they've decided to get it together. 

2 plane rides and now you're here on a cruise on the way to 'paradise'.

The last few weeks went by in a blur while you were buying bikinis, trying to contain your emotions, and leaving behind your frozen over city for Bali.

You'd be lying if you said that you weren't a little excited to be leaving behind a terrible end to a 4 year relationship.

“Girl I just paid 12 dollars for Netflix this month. I planned on staying home and re-watching The Get Down. I need to at them and ask them when they're gonna add Crooklyn." You say as your phone begins to go off. 

"Uh-uh, just cause your man had community dick don't mean you gotta feel like you did something wrong. You are the sweetest and most caring person I know and gave everything you had for that man. You are a strong beautiful talented black woman. You run your own business and don't need his ass for nothing. And if I were into girls I would've been shot my shot back in the 7th grade. Now, we gon' get tipsy, dance the night away in 23$ dollar heels, and find a fine ass beard to rid-"

You quickly cut off your best friend by answering your mother's call. You held onto Khadi's hand to let her know that her support means everything to you.

"Hey Mama. Yes I made it safe and sound." You say into the phone as you shake your head and laugh at your girls. 

"HEY MA " Khadi says waving as she smiles at the woman on the other side of the phone she's known for over half her life. 

"Hello Khadijah, are you behaving yourself ?" She asks as Khadi shakes her head with her tongue sticking out.

"MY GIRL." Your mother says as they both laugh and point at each other through the screen. 

"I'll talk to you later, enjoy yourself baby. Sometimes a little fun and laughter is the cure for heartache. Love you, be safe." She says before ending the video call.

"Alright , we all meeting up for the foam pool party after the tour right? Cause I need to shower and stuff first." You say as everybody agrees

An hour or two later you were standing in front of the hotel mirror giving yourself a pep talk in your new bikini. You eyed your reflection as you tell yourself that somebody son is gonna love on your fupa, and the 3 years wasted with Derrick isn't going to matter anymore. 

"Knees. Knees. Come on knees." Khadijah yells as Lennie and Tasha  drop it low and make it clap as a chorus of 'ayyeeee' erupts in the elevator. 

You make your way down to the lobby with the girls after throwing back a few shots in Lennie's room. You past by a group of other girls in the elevator and they were blasting Cash Shit from their phone. 

"Link up with us later." Paris says from the other group before moving over to the party already happening. 

The drinks are flowing through your system and Tasha is filming you for the gram as you sing along to the music. You accidentally trip backwards onto a man behind you before immediately apologizing and giggling.

"You good mama." He says as he catches you with one hand and the other still holding his drink. Without missing a beat he twirls you to the beat so that you can play it off. 

"What's the nigga name?" He asks as he takes another sip of his drink and tries to act like he ain't see you watching the suds slide down his scarred and chiseled chest to his happy trail.  

"Excuse me?" You ask confused as he flashes his gold fanged grill and cock his head towards the phone in Tasha's hand as she gives you a quiet  'oooh shit okay'. 

"The one you tryna prove a point to. Only name that matters now though is Erik." He says as he grinds against you and move your braids to your other shoulder. 

"Alright Erik, lemme see if you can keep up then." You tease him as you begin to whine on him and ride the beat as he keeps up behind you. You realize you have an audience now with his boys glancing over at you and your girls watching him. 

His hand holds you in place before he asks if it's alright if he kissed you. You nod before you know it his soft ass lips are on yours. He pulls at your bottom lip slightly while you continue to whine on him. 

"Thank you for the dance." You say before you place one final kiss to his lips as the song ends.

You walk over to Tasha before grabbing her hand and leaving to find Lennie and Khadijah 

You knew he was still standing there watching you walk away you turned to give him a look over your shoulder with a raised brow.

"Stop watching my booty" you mouth at him jokingly 

"YOU CAN'T EVEN BLAME ME. ITS FAT AS FUCK." He yells back to you over the music.

After an hour of dancing and having a good time with friends you only checked your phone once to find 3 messages from Derrick begging you to call him then two talking about how disappointed he was with you.

You stepped out onto the upper deck to tell him to stop calling you and ruining your good time. 

"I can do what I want. I'm fucking grown. All you ever did was sit at home on your ass and criticize me for every damn thing I did. I made sure you were happy when I wasn't even okay… And fucking my cousin was your way of showing me you loved me huh? Don't call me no more and stop calling my mama asking her about me too. " You yell into the phone before hanging up.

You stand there staring out at the ocean for a moment. Trying to breathe deeply and ground yourself so that you don't cry.

"You good?" You hear a voice call from behind you.

"What, you following me now?" You ask Erik as he pulls up one of the lounge chairs to sit next to you and light his blunt. 

"Nah, not at all. I came out here to smoke and chill. All that going on in there really ain't my scene. My boys got me to come here. They got white boys in there doing backflips off the balcony and shit. I probably would've still been at work right now." He say as he exhales and leans back against the lounge chair. 

You laugh softly before shaking your head. 

"That's how I ended up here. I was planning on spending Christmas and The New Year at home with my family. But my friends had this surprise for me to ring in the new year in Bali. And now here I am. I'd still rather be watching Godfather of Harlem. I gotta catch up." You say sitting next to him in the lounge chair. He instinctively wraps his arm around you letting you lay your head on his shoulder.

Granted, it probably seemed weird as hell to be cuddling with somebody you just met and barely knew but to both of you it just felt right in the moment.

"Godfather of Harlem ? That show is my shit. It's slept on forreal… If you ever in Oakland you should stop by sometime. I run a museum based on preserving black art and culture." He scrolls on his phone until he finds some of the pieces and shows it to you. But the main thing that stood out was Stevens Black Art & History: for the culture. 

"Erik Stevens?" You gasp and sit up to get a good look at him

"Yeah , why you looking like that? What's up?" He questions

"Oh my fucking God. We was best friends back in the day. It's me, look, minus the bifocals, braces, and that James Brown bob my mama gave me damn near every day." You say and he stares at you in awe for a second. 

"Damn it's really you." You says quietly as he runs his thumb over your cheek imagining you the way you looked in 5th grade.

You loved Erik growing up and spent almost all of your time together but after his father died you didn't get to say goodbye. He was taken into the system and after that you heard that he was in the military doing who knows what. You tried to find him but after a while it was no use. You couldn't believe how different he looked now. He looked tired down by the woes of life but still as beautiful as the day you met him.

" 'Member this?" You ask as you fish your out of the pocket of your cover-up and start playing Best Friend by 50 Cent. 

You watched as he looked up at you standing up to dance. You pull him up too as he puts out the blunt while laughing and stepping with you. 

"If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time. Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine?" You sing to him as he twirls you around 

"First we get the talkin, then we get the touchin. If we get pass the phone games we'll be fuckin. I kiss like the french therefore my tongue in your ear. Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your hair. For me a different scenery just mean a different position. In the tub or on the sink I improvise now listen. In the chopper or on the jet join the mile high club. I'm no fool I know money can't buy me love. But I'm a different type of nigga that make sure that you know. Instead of a rose, there's a hundred dozen of those. See I see somethin special when I look in your eyes. With your legs way back I see this pussy is mine. If you ain't sure when I'm talkin I don't tell you no lies. But there's things that you say that have me wonderin why. When I don't say what I'm thinkin it don't mean that I'm shy. Got on that shit you picked out for me that's why I'm so fly." He raps effortlessly while kissing softly on your neck and all those memories start flashing back to you as you sway with him.

"Damn you still remember all the lyrics to our song." You say to him as you look over to see your girls and some of his friends.

"You out here ?  Bitch! I thought I was gonna have to do an interview on First 48 for yo ass. I was gon' drop a raft over to come find you. You know I can't swim and I don't got my floaties with me." Khadi says as she walks in with Tasha and Lennie . 

"I'm sorry I came out here for fresh air and then ended up literally finding my fuckin childhood best friend. Before the baddest bitches on the planet came to be. There was THEE duo. Everybody meet Erik."

After everyone got to know each other. Y'all brought the party to the secluded little upper deck with the perfect view of the ocean. You had drinks , music, and good company almost enough to forget about the whole situation back home. 

"Girl you know I love you but my feet hurt and Sebastian said he gon' rub em" referring to the man she currently had her arms around. 

"Alright , we'll meet up in the morning for breakfast" you tell them before giving them kisses goodbye and heading out with everybody. 

Tasha and Lynelle were currently singing to each other and sharing cute kisses off to the side. You couldn't help but to smile and think of how true love must feel. To love and be fully loved back like that.

You were standing in front of your opened room door when you realized that his room is across from yours but he had no plans of sleeping in it.

"Uh-uh. Who said you were invited in?" You ask Erik with your index finger on his chest. 

"I thought you said you wanted to watch Netflix? We can order room service and everything. Whatever you want" he says to you licking his lips and closing the gap between the two of you. 

"I want to forget. I want to have fun. I want to feel loved and appreciated for once. That would be nice." You say quietly as he takes his hand in yours. Pressing small kisses to each of your knuckles.

He hesitates for a moment before leaning in to kiss you slowly. He held your face in his hands as he continued to back you into the room kicking it closed with his foot. 

 "I'm glad that we found each other. After all of this time. " You say to him in between kisses

"Believe it or not I kept that picture of us. The one your mama took of us at the zoo next to the monkeys. I took it with me on tour everywhere. Right next to my mama's picture in my wallet. I never lost a battle. I made it home in one piece. Shits wild." He said zoning out for a moment like he was going somewhere else. 

"Heyyy." You call softly. You move his hands from your waist 

" I've got you." You whisper to him before leading him to your bed and laying him back. 

You wrap your arms around him almost cuddling him as you lay your head on his chest while listening to his heartbeat and sitting on his lap. 

You place a soft kiss to his lips before moving away from the bed to change, settling on a large shirt and nothing else. 

Erik followed suit and just stripped to his boxer briefs before you come back to the bed carrying soda , your laptop, and snacks. 

"And before you ask. Yes, I packed my laptop because work never stops, and yes I packed snacks because I can't find Takis out here." You say chuckling softly while he shakes his head laughing softly. 

You both settle into a comfortable position before loading up the movie. You settled on Nappily Ever After but it wasn't long before he was softly kissing on your neck with his hand under your shirt.

"Gonna eat it from the back. That's cool with you" he mumble into your ear.

If that's cool with me? BIH, I'm trying to let you give me twins. Triplets even. Play it cool. Play it cool . You thought to yourself before saying a silent apology to your girl Sanaa Lathan as you quickly moved the laptop to the bedside table.

"Damn she pretty." He says before kissing each cheek and gripping the back of your thighs. You knew what was coming next as your hands found the headboard and arched your back.

You can feel his tongue begin to explore the back of your thighs to your folds as he bends you forward. 

You hiss softly as his hand began to roam. You looked back at him as his fingers enter you. He begins to slowly and deeply work you open for him. You knew that you were dripping at this point and couldn't contain how loud you're being.

You can hear him let out a groan as he gets his first taste. Before you know it he's devouring you like you're his favourite meal and is completely in his element. His hands are massaging over your cheeks while he suckles your clit and then slides his tongue in. You begin to work your hips down onto it as he's on his knees behind you. His fingers massaging skillfully over your clit. 

"That's how you want it? It's all for you." You egg him on shakily as you reach back to grab at his dreads knowing that you're nearing your orgasm. You thought you were seeing stars but the audacity of this man bringing his hand down hard across your left then right cheek and then the pom-pom itself, did it.

Your toes curled and your head was tilted back as you continued to ride his face and the orgasmic wave crashed over you so hard it took your breath with it. 

You called out his name speaking in all types of broken Xhosa as he begin to lap you up and savour your taste. 

When you stopped shaking he sat back on the bed, proud of himself as he licked his lips. 

You turned to face him and he wasted no time continuing to massage you.

But what you hadn't realized during changing you accidentally dialed Derrick. Who's now on the other end, yelling into the phone 

{to be continued! I hope that it was alright!}

[araminakilla]

Faris D'jinn (long) appreciation post

Warning: If you don't like very long posts or deep analysis of a character or situations, maybe you want to skip this. But you are always welcome.

I will always say this: Treasure of the found lamp! is one of my favorites episodes of the Ducktales bomb (the other is Nothing can stop Della Duck!) I like the jokes, the journeys of the two groups, the cameos of different characters that appeared in Season One. But most of all... Him.

Faris D'jinn. Middle Eastern adventurer. Seeker of the lamp. Descendant of an actual genie and the amazing woman who freed him. Here are ten reasons (not counting the facts that he is a great swordman and a cool biker because everyone knows that) of why this warrior is one my favourite characters in the Ducktales universe:

1. He is not what he seems

The first time I saw this guy in the SDCC 2018, and the person presenting the characters said he was Dijon from the Ducktales movie, there were two different reactions from my part:

"OMG! They acknowledged the movie. That means Merlock is going to return!" And...

"This Dijon looks so COOL! But...he looks like a terrorist"

And before you sue and attack me, there are some comments in YouTube that reflected my thoughts. One of them said he looks like an ISIS member.

But I have investigated and I found out that in fact, there are some people that wear traditional black clothes in the Middle East and are NOT asociated with violence or radical groups. So, my bad people. I'm really ashamed for making this statement. I try to not be an ignorant of different cultures for reasons like this.

Anyway, those months I tried to stay positive that, if he was a bad guy, he could get a redemption arc. Because there's no way that this awesome Ducktales crew, that handles the Latino community very well, is going to portray arabs in a bad light, just like every old Hollywood productions (I'm looking at you, Aladdin)

And when the promo of Ducktales and Big Hero 6 appeared, with this warrior using his sword in front of a very scared Scrooge... well... I put my thoughts on another post, but I was a little concerned for the Middle Eastern representation.

Great was my surprise when I saw the episode for the first time. Let say that the power of the lamp wasn't the only plot twist of that episode.

2. He's so serious that it's funny

His single-minded quest for the lamp before the Ifrit's dawn (a fact that he monologued for 10 minutes without blinking) leaves him with no time to joke around, except everyone around him is a goof, and that makes him hilarous in a sense. Best demostrated when he answered ALL the riddles from a literal JOKE BOOK. He's so smart... yet so gullible that it's amazing. It's like he can't tell when someone is lying or making a joke... I don't know if that's possible. There's also his reaction at the "got your nose" prank which, honestly to me, was one of the best reactions EVER. Maybe it's how he screamed "monster!" and how he seems to really believe the creature got his nose. Truth to be to told, I was very surprised the first time I saw him laugh, that was something unexpected. And how the premise of the episode was him getting a family of adventuring Ducks, a greek Godness, a sea monster and a bunch of Beagles involved in a quest...to give himself a birthday present, like... Who gives himself a birthday present? (Really, I don't know someone who does that)

3. He is grateful even with enemies

He defeated Charybdis and the poor monster was whipped and given the beat of his life because he wanted to help Scrooge and Webby with the phony quest, and the first thing the warrior does is thanking him and saying that he will be remembered in the story of the lamp. That impressed me... And somehow made worth all the pain that Charybdis had. The same happened with the "Minotaur" and Ma Beagle (the little bow that he made is priceless). Many people would mock their defeated enemies and give them zero respect... but not him. That was so honorable, it reminded me of how Medieval Knights act, which would be discussed in the seventh point of this post.

4. He forgave the Ducks easily

"Djinn, I'm sorry I tricked you. If I'd known what was at stake..."

"Another chapter in the legend. A final trial before we find the lamp! It's all part of the journey!"

Like wow... That was something I was NOT expecting, because I wouldn't expect a guy who was shouting and slicing things all day to be that... nice. And maybe that could be because there was no time in the episode for the liar revealed drama. But the points D'jinn made about why he forgave Scrooge make total sense. He loves adventures and journeys, he likes to write in a scroll about the trials he had, so he instead took the positives aspects that the phony quest had and continue with his life. Now that's something you don't see very often. Instead of swearing revenge and dedicate his time ruining someone's life (I'm looking at you Glomgold, Magica, Negaduck and other villains) he forgave the Ducks, focused on the present and keep only the most important facts. I like that way of thinking.

5. He has a deep love for his family's history (and his heritage and bloodline)

He comes from a family that, as far as I'm concerned, keeps the stories of their past alive, passing them to the next generations. It's been ten generations since the genie was freed. What the ex-magical creature got was more valuable that having phenomenal cosmic powers: A loving wife and many descendants who remember them with such passion, and now one of said descendants, fascinated by their love story has adquired the "totem that started it all". I heard that arabs in particular are family oriented people, they would do ANYTHING for their loved ones, and that's the first time I saw that in a cartoon (at least in a Disney cartoon, the other example that is Non-Disney is the Oscar nominated "The Breadwinner", which I recommend you guys have to see it, it's so good)

D'jinn made a long journey from the Middle East to America (at least I think Duckburg is in America) for a powerless lamp because of it's sentimental value, which leads us to the next point...

6. He is a sentimental guy

You wouldn't expect a tough, serious and to some extent dangerous guy to have powerful feelings like love? Right? Think again. There's a reason of why the call D'jinn (and his VA, Omid Abtahi) a cinnamon roll. He has strong emotions, that is (I think) one of the reasons of why he's so dramatic. It's part of his personality. In fact, his volatile personality (using many times his sword, cutting things, flipping a table) has a solid base of why it is the way it is. I'm not saying that destroying the couch and threatening the Duck family is not wrong, I'm saying this because this is NOT a matter of the "He's an arab and all arabs are volatile/barbaric/will scream and attack you 'cause that is their nature" thing that all the Hollywood movies I saw (at least the examples I saw in the documentary "Reel Bad Arabs") have. No sir, this is different.

And talking about Arab stereotypes...

7. He's a HUGE improvement from the Ducktales movie and series

Back in 1990, he was Dijon, a thief and mook to Merlock, the Big Bad Wolf of the Movie. He was funny and the interactions he had with Scrooge in the movie and the series are funnier (Also, did you know that the last words Scrooge said in the series was "Dijon!" because the duck was running towards him 'cause he stole his watch?)

But, as the Nostalgia Critic put it in his review of the Ducktales Movie

"I don't know... Is this considered racist now? Yes, he has an accent and is a thief..."

He's fine as a comic relief, but nothing makes him different from the Crows of Dumbo, or the Indians of Peter Pan, or the Siamese cats of Lady and the Tramp, or...

Honest Trailer's guy: Stop it!

OK ok. The point it's... The Ducktales reboot did it again. They took a not so well liked character from the '87 series and made him/her a lovable character, like Mamá Cabrera (I swear, she's also mi mamá now)

Now he's honorable, charming, etc (and yes, those words are from a YouTuber reviewer) But specialy, they changed his name to Faris D'jinn which not only sounds more arabic, but also foreshadows his relationship with a genie. Plus, Faris means "Knight" in arabic, which describes what he is and how he acts perfectly.

8. He's different but at the same time just like everyone else

Gif belongs to @i-mostly-reblog-things

Yeah, he looks different, speaks with an accent that's not American, has a different mindset about things in life and maybe that could come from the country he's been raised, or his family or maybe he decide to be the way he is on his own accord. But, as an lesson learned in the episode "The Depths of cousin Fethry!"

Just because something or someone is different doesn't mean is bad.

True, D'jinn didn't make a first good impresion with the Duck family, except from Webby (You go girl! It seems that she has a talent to see edgy but misunderstood people and give them a chance) but at the end everyone was celebrating his birthday with him. They give him a cake! This small but powefull gesture made me 100% convinced that, even with flaws and conflicts, they are the perfect family. It still surprises me that the crew of Ducktales and Disney would make a scene like that. If someone told me a year ago that they would make a scene with: An arab. Dressed with traditional clothes (turban and all). Wearing all black. Celebrating his/her birthday with an American (Scotish in Scrooge's case) Family, I would have laugh and say: Yeah, sure, like they would actualy show that.

But they did it and I couldn't be more happy.

Just a pause from this Ducktales' post

Some of you could be thinking as you read this: "Nice that your people are shown in a positive way"

The thing is... I'm not arab. I'm a latinoamerican who just happens to love Middle Eastern cultures. My country isn't very prejuiced towards Middle Eastern people (maybe because there's a few of them) but I have come from a long way. To being sure that everything there was just sand and violence to wanting to visit some of the many wonders that the East has to give, meet people and learn their point of view. I think everyone should do that at some point, instead of, you know, getting all your arab information from Hollywood movies and concluding that everything would be better if the Middle Easterns were dead. As this quote from the YouTube Documentary "Reel bad Arabs" states:

"We feel that Arabs are not like us, are not like everyone else, then let's kill them off, then they deserve to die, right?"

The thing is, they are more similar that we think, it's just that the international media doesn't show that... until now.

And going back with Ducktales

Yeah, this dude looks different, but he laughs, feels, and enjoys having a great time just like everyone else.

It's the same that is happening with Fenton and the latino representation. D'jinn is a hero who happens to be arab. A dramatic warrior. A family values man. A great allie, friend and who knows what many things more. He, and other Ducktales characters, have so many layers that it's incredible. Just like people, you can't define someone only from their personality or their race. There are so many things that make a person unique. D'jinn broke the expectations I had for him (or he sliced them with his sword) for the better.

9. He's better than Aladdin in many ways

By starters, the voice actors. Aladdin's VA is American and has an American accent in the movie. D'jinn's VA is Omid Abtahi, born in Iran, a Middle Eastern actor. And I'm not saying arab because Irani people are not Arabs (correct me if I'm wrong). Omid doesn't have an accent, as far as I know, but I think it's a nice detail to have the warrior being voiced by someone who comes from the same place. Then, we have the fact that Aladdin lied to almost everyone and D'jinn was a victim of a lie. True, the Ducks assumed he was going to kill them all (and for a good reason) but a lie is still a lie. I don't know many things about Middle Eastern clothes and fashion in the past and the present, but I can tell you will find (maybe traditional) people who wears something more close to D'jinn than Aladdin, and I'm pretty sure the warrior would free a genie if he has the chance because he's a descendant of one. But apart from their differences, both are really good people with a big heart and a kind soul, it's just that we find out Aladdin is good in the beggining of the movie with the bread and orphans scene and with D'jinn almost in the end of the episode, because to be honest, I was expecting him to be lying about wanting to protect the lamp and instead working for the new Merlock, since that was his role in the original movie. Many of us expected a lying thief, but instead we got another Diamond in the Rough.

10. He is a key for one of Scrooge's character developments

Gif belongs to @everythingducktales

The richest duck in the World was SO impressed by the warrior's story that he opened a museum of valuable artifacts so he can share his stories with his family and the world. Let's repeat that. Scrooge McDuck, a very famous, very important and proud adventurer took the advice of a stranger (he also was 100% sure this stranger would kill him and his family if he doesn't get what he wants) because he saw his "human" side, a family side that made the duck realize "maybe we are not so different after all".

Not even the Buzzards (people who worked with Scrooge for who knows what many years) were capable of convincing Scrooge to do some of their plans (but lets be honest, their plans are awful)

That made him be more open about his adventures, his past experiences and his treasures, each one with a unique story. Maybe that would prevent unfortunate yard sales in the future.

Bonus:

11. He is going to return

It is confirmed in one of Frank Angones' posts that he is going to appear in the future, maybe as an allie of the Duck family in an adventure. Or who knows? Maybe they can recruit him as a member of a superheroes team along with Gizmoduck, Darkwing Duck and others. Plus, I want to see him interact with Launchpad and Donald.

That would be all... for now.

[taesd-urag]

Can i talk 2 u?

wattpad - @taesdurag

NAMJOON

You were minding your own business in the obscured, quaint cafe. You were a regular, so you were familiar with the faces that came and went. The owner, Mr. Hajima, was very fond of you and treated you like his own as he's been looking out for you ever since you moved to South Korea 3 years ago to pursue your dream of becoming an artist.

On this particular day, you were feeling moody due to Mother Nature making her monthly visit for her satanic rituals. So you weren't moving how everyone else was in the cafe. The staff was still nice even though the only thing you could muster up was a grimace. This was when he made his first attempt to talk to you.

"Wassup ma," your eyebrows shot up questioningly before you eyed the man that had slid his way into your booth. He had gorgeous facial features with blonde hair and dimples deeper than the ocean.

"Hi.." you trailed off, not knowing why he decided to approach you like this, you looked around and noticed a few guys seated at another booth watching you guys talk. "Was there something you needed?"

"Yeah, your time," he said with a wink, "I wanted to know if I uh- could take you on a date sometime?" He fidgeted nervously.

You sighed exasperated. Though your dating history was a little on the dry side, you weren't looking for anything as of right now but instead focusing on your studies.

"I'm not really looking to- oh my god!"

There was a crash and then a screech as one of the waiters fell over Namjoon's long ass legs. He had slid them out of the booth because it was too cramped. The woman had a broken nose and one of her teeth embedded into her lip.

You hurriedly got down to help the woman and offered to take her to the hospital. Grabbing your laptop and messenger bag, you looked at him awkwardly as he had still been frozen in shock and began apologizing countless of times as the worker, you've come to known as named Yuri, painfully told him it was okay and to next time watch what he's doing.

Once out of the cafe he was immediately swarmed by his wingmen as they questioned him heatedly and told him that next time was for sure his opportunity as he nodded scornfully.

The next time you met him was at a party. He had been with those boys again, the ones that had been observing your interactions. You accidentally made eye contact with one that had the lips of a bratz doll and he sent you a kind smile, one that you returned.

You were with your friend standing against the wall as your peers began getting either drunk, high, or both. You could say the same for your self as you sipped your drink. You had only decided to come out tonight because you passed your finals with flying colors.

"We should celebrate," your friend proposed, smiling wildly.

"We are doing that. We're getting drunk off this good shit, what is it by the way?" You sipped diligently at your straw savoring the taste of the fruity drink.

"And we're gonna sit here and wait for the white folks to start dancing," you continued, feeling a familiar buzz.

Your friend laughed uproariously as bystanders looked on curiously. It most definitely drew the attention of your admirer.

"You do love doing that don't you?" She said with a smile.

"It's one of my favorite things to do at a party. Ain't this a party? Get your ass up!" You both laughed at your own joke. You two laughed some more until you decided to go get another drink.

You paused midway on your walk into the kitchen once you saw who was getting a drink for himself.

You had to admit, he looked like a tall glass of fine. He was ninety percent legs from what you've seen. You hadn't realized he noticed you ogling him and he cleared his throat. Your eyes snapped up to his face.

"Huh? Oh, um. Hi again." You said a little nervous. You hadn't talked to him since the incident and him asking to take you on a date. And right now you weren't in your right state of mind because all you wanted him to do was take you on the countertop right now.

"Hey," he smiled and you swooned, "How's, uh," he gestured to his nose and mouth.

"Oh, she's alright... she got 8 stitches in her lip. They also readjusted her nose. So...yea. Heh." He nodded guiltily. You cleared your throat and moved passed him to grab another drink.

The atmosphere around you guys was awkward because he kept staring at you.

"You're very pretty," he said suddenly. You smiled shyly and gave him a quite thanks as you two silently admired each other's features.

He cleared his throat, "I'm sorry for uh- if I offended you the last time we spoke-,"

"Oh no, I was just surprised. But you didn't have to do all of that.."

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry." It got weird again.

"So do you?-,"

"What are you?-,"

You two spoke at the same time and laughed.

"I'm sorry, ladies first."

"I was going to ask are you enjoying the party." You questioned, genuinely curious. You wanted to know what type of guy he was.

"I mean, it's alright. Not really my setting," he said uneasily, "I only came because my friends threatened me." He let out an adorable laugh.

"Yea, I only came because my friend wanted to celebrate me passing my finals."

"Oh yea? Congratulations. I didn't know you were in college..."

You frowned upon that statement immediately. "What's that supposed to mean?" you asked more harshly than what you meant to. You were mildly offended. What for? You didn't know. You knew the drinks got to your head though.

"I just didn't think-," you cut him off again, much more rudely this time.

"Yea, you didn't." You slid past him and out of the kitchen, but not before grabbing another drink. When you left, one of the boys walked in immediately and sighed.

"What did you do this time?" Namjoon was still standing there, eyes wide and mouth open.

"I just wanted to know if she went to the same college as us."

His third attempt wasn't even an attempt at this point. He did talk to you. He wanted to explain himself and he got the perfect opportunity when he found you on a park bench watching the sunset. This time his friends weren't around.

"Wassup ma," you looked up and laughed when you saw who was seated beside you. You then smiled sheepishly and turned away.

Sighing you said, "I'm sorry for how I acted last time. I didn't know what you meant and what I did was unnecessary."

Namjoon nodded, "Yea," he then whispered, "Very."

"Don't start with me," you side eyed him playfully, "We don't even know each other's names."

"Kim Namjoon," he gave you another heart stopping smile, "And may I know my future wife's name?" You two laugh boisterously.

"Y/N L/N. And aren't you confident." You give him a blinding smile, one that spoke volumes.

He slid closer to you and leaned back against the bench.

"So, I've never believed in that third times the charm shit but I'm hoping you'll let me take you out on a date. Even after you gave me attitude that I didn't deserve." You rolled your eyes playfully, now much more comfortable in his presence.

"Well after those last few faithful encounters I'd like to consider us as meant to be,"

"I mean if you wanna get specific," he licked his succulent lips. It was at this moment you realized you wanted this man. No, you knew, you just needed more clarification on why.

"You spittin some real game right now, I don't think you can handle me." He stared dazedly at you, sky now filled with deep hues of purple and blue.

"Now look at who's spittin game," he snorted. "You've made my day better by a million."

You two looked at each other before busting out into a chorus, "You're love is a one in a million, it goes on and on and on." Bystanders passed by and smiled at the young couple.

"So, are you trying to be my one in a million?" He asked now even closer than before. You snuggled up under him.

"I think I'd like that." you looked up at him and gave a coy smile.

"Yea?"

"Yea."