#lee hi locs

[lunites]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ᰈㅤㅤ𝗯𝗲 ㅤ′ ㅤ𝗆𝗒 ㅤ𝘰𝗇𝗅𝗒 ㅤ﹙𝑜𝑛𝑒﹚ ㅤ.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ✿𝆬ㅤ    p𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾ㅤ   𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋 ㅤ   𝗺𝗲ㅤ    🦢.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ 𝑖 ㅤ𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀ㅤ 𝖺 ㅤ 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴 ㅤ𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 ㅤ﹕ ㅤ이것

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ 𝗈𝗁   𝗆𝗒,ㅤ𝗈𝗁   𝗆𝗒,ㅤ𝗈𝗁  𝗆𝗒  𝙡𝗼𝘃𝗲 ㅤ𖧧

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ leehiㅤㅤ ㅤ – ㅤㅤ ㅤonlyㅤㅤ ㅤbios

[soocats]

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ⠀ ꞉ ׄ📋̸̫ 𝄒 ꒰⠀ׄ⠀ ׄ ִ⠀ ͜𝟤𝑂𝟭 、ׅ🪺⠀ ❫⠀᭡⠀ׂ⠀ִ⠀❛

[writeonwhiskey]

the skz house: ch 17

a/n: thank you to @bahablastplz for editing. check out her writing if you haven't already! she's amazing.

Summary: Welcome to Sigma Kappa Zeta, the most popular fraternity on campus. When you, down on your luck and looking for a place to live, see their ad for ‘IN-HOUSE STAY’. You're one of the four girls chosen and find that your duties for the rest of the school year will be cooking, cleaning, and pleasing your assigned house members: Hyunjin & Chan.

[ read chapter sixteen here ]

Chapter Seventeen: Of Futures & Flights

Lee Know was right—your least favorite string of words in the English language. Hyunjin will be going to Korea for winter break and now your only option is to see what Chan has planned. You knock on the door to his room before entering. He’s sitting at his desk, laptop in front of him. He turns to face you as you enter. A hint of a smile tugs at his lips when he sees you and you immediately feel your face flush. 

“Hey,” you say meekly. 

Lately with just one look from him you’re overcome with flashbacks of being handcuffed to his bed. And he knows it. It hadn’t been awkward or uncomfortable in the days that followed, but he certainly was finding a lot of joy in catching your eye from across the room and winking or smirking. He always got a kick out of your reaction. 

“Hey,” he replies smoothly.

You walk over to your bed and sit on the edge, facing him.

“I wanted to ask about your plan for winter break,” you cut straight to the chase. “Are you going to visit your family?”

“Maybe. Why?” he asks, crossing his hands in front of his chest as he leans back in the chair. “Got a more tempting suggestion?”

Of course, he must already have some idea why you’re here. Lee Know or Hyunjin could have mentioned it. But he wants to hear you ask anyways.

“I want to use the trip I won around that time and Hyunjin is going home, so…”

“So…I’m your backup?”

“N-No,” you stutter. Though you can’t deny how it must come off from his point of view. 

“Hmmm,” he hums, not taking his eyes off you. “Where you planning to go?”

“I was thinking somewhere warm, like Miami. I’ve never been.”

“And you actually want me to go with you?” he asks, arching an eyebrow. “You could take one of the other members.” 

Is he suggesting that you should choose someone else? That he doesn’t want to go with you? He does so damn well at playing serious when he’s messing with you, you can never tell.

“I’d prefer to spend it with you…”

“Since Hyunjin isn’t available?”

“Chan.” you sigh. 

He chuckles at your exasperation and gives up. 

“I’ll go.”

You wish you had something nearby on the bed to hit him with. Internally you’re jumping for joy. 

The next day, you’re in the kitchen with plastic gloves on your hands. Hyunjin’s long body is laying on the marble countertop, feet hanging off the edge, head over the sink with a folded towel under his neck for support. He has hands clasped in the center of his chest. A bottle of black hair dye sits next to the faucet as you work your fingers through his newly darkened locs to rinse it out.

You keep turning your head to the side as you work, trying to fully picture him with dark hair as you’ve only ever seen him as a bleached blonde. The darker strands definitely look more natural on him and enhance his features.

It’s finals week and you’ve decided to take a break from reading to help Hyunjin out. The house has been relatively calm lately as everyone cracks down on studying. Some go at it alone, others pair up to quiz each other. 

“Would your parents really lose their shit if you came home with blonde hair?” you ask, turning the water off when the black dye has finally stopped dripping.

“Yeah ,” he replies. “And that’s an understatement. My dad would behead me, then drag my headless body around before letting me show up at company events like that. It’s ‘unprofessional’,” he says, using air quotes.

He jokes about it so casually, but it makes you wonder what their parents are like. It’s so different to the supportive upbringing you had. Well, it is supportive in a way—their parents are doing what they believe is best for their child’s future. It just seems like it doesn’t leave room for them to be themselves once they return home.

You know, from talking to Han, the general idea of what’s expected of them after graduation. You previously assumed, though, that just meant a continued sexual relationship was off the table. After what Lee Know said, you now understand that you are forbidden to have contact with them at all.

As you’ve grown more curious about it, Hyunjin has been rather receptive of your prying questions. When you asked why he was so open, he mentioned the NDA in that cursed contract you skim read through in desperation all those weeks ago.

“So do you immediately start working after you graduate?” you ask, taking off the plastic gloves and setting them aside.

“Not straight away. There will be a few months spent doing whatever I want…traveling, probably. Then I’ll work directly under my father. Essentially until he’s ready to retire or trusts that I won’t fuck up the family business.”

This feels like such a heavy topic, but Hyunjin grazes over it with ease. Like it’s not a big deal. From his perspective, maybe it isn’t. He’s known the path his life would take since he was very young. They all do. There isn’t much to guess or worry about like most of us. Hell, it doesn’t seem like they get to choose much of anything for themselves. Your thoughts drift to Chan for a second as you wring the water out from Hyunjin’s hair. 

You take the towel from under his head and guide him to sit up so you can dry it.

“And when it comes to love and marriage and children and all that…what sort of freedom do you have?”

Hyunjin makes a face like he’s going to throw up at your words. You roll your eyes and throw one end of the towel at him, so it covers his dramatic face.

“Come upstairs,” you say as you walk out of the kitchen.

When you’re both back in his room, after he stopped to grab his blow dryer, you have him sit in his desk chair. You stand behind him, combing your fingers through his hair.

“So…marriage, love? What’s that look like for you guys?” you ask again.

“At some point I’ll be encouraged to date, then marry. Exclusively from a list of women vetted by my parents,” he tells you.

You chew on your bottom lip; thankful he’s not looking directly at you. From your perspective, it all sounds concerning the more you learn, but you know it’s not your place to speak on it. What is there for you to even say? They’ve probably all already come to terms with it. Would your opinion even matter? In the grand scheme of things, you living with them this year is just a blip on their radar.

“Like an arranged marriage?”

“Kinda,” he says nonchalantly. “I will have some say in it, though.”

You turn on the blow dryer, using it as a distraction to sort through the thoughts arising from the information he provided.

Hyunjin previously mentioned the main function of the SKZ house was to provide them the ability to focus on their studies without allowing love and romance to distract them. Having a dedicated girl each year to meet their needs…to take care of them in more ways than one. It’s almost like this is a trial run for their futures. Though, from the sounds of it, the women vetted by their parents will probably also come from wealthy families and possess the feminine qualities they desire in a daughter-in-law. Certainly no one like you.

You grew up fairly well–your mom and dad played active roles in your upbringing. They were able to dote on you as an only child and you don’t recall ever wanting for much. You weren’t poor, but nowhere near the level of wealth their families have amassed. They supported you with all they had and there was never much fuss or drama. You’ve always been a good kid with your head on straight–focused on your own dreams and goals.

Having gotten to know Hyunjin the past couple of months, you know one day he will make an amazing husband. He’s gentle when needed, thoughtful, caring and extremely empathetic, while still maintaining his masculinity. Which makes him even more attractive. Chan, on the other hand…

You feel a sharp pain in your chest–maybe Chan is holding back with you because he’s saving himself or really only willing to open up to his future wife. That hurts to think about. 

You turn the blow dryer off and sit it on the desk. Hyunjin reaches out for your hand and pulls you around the front of the chair. You sit on his lap, straddling him and cupping his face with your hands.

You take in his new appearance. His blow-dried hair looks full and fluffy, and it’s grown a lot in length, reaching beneath his collar bones. The dark hair looks good on him—it gives meaning to the ‘tall, dark and handsome’ trope.

“What happens if you don’t like anyone on the list?”

“They’ll compile another one,” he shrugs.

“That seems unfair,” you reply. “What if you meet someone organically and fall in love?”

“I could date them,” he says, hands sliding up your thighs to rest on your hips. “But nothing would come of it.”

“And that doesn’t bother you?”

He considers the question for a beat.

“Not in the way you might think,” he replies.

“Well, I think anyone would be right to be bothered at having so little say in the outcome of their life…”

“I don’t mind that aspect of it. Being on this path ensures I will live a good life,” he says matter-of-factly. 

“What’s your take on it, then?” you ask, making note that he said good life and not happy.

“I’ve never been fond of the ‘forever partner’ idea.”

You lean back a little, sliding your hands down to his shoulders. You’re a little surprised at his words. The kind, caring and doting Hyunjin? Does not believe in soulmates? 

“I have no problem being committed and dedicated to one woman at a time, but…forever?” he asks rhetorically. “I think we’re meant to connect on a deep level with a lot of people at different times in our lives. Do you know how many people there are on this planet? And I’m supposed to find a lifelong match from a list? To meet all my needs, even as they change over time?”

You can completely understand, and have experienced, his commitment and loyalty in the way he immediately opened up to you and was there for you. But maybe this experience has made him grow accustomed to having a new woman in his life every year. 

“New people make things exciting and fresh,” he continues as he slips his thumbs beneath the hem of your shirt, rubbing circles against your skin, “…how you meet, learning about them, being intimate with them.”

You had never taken him for the playboy type. Though the way he’s explaining it doesn’t sound like he will be running around trying to fuck anything that walks. Just that he’d prefer to entertain the idea of a woman without any real commitment for certain stretches of time, for the rest of his life. 

“So you worry you’ll become bored?” you ask. 

“Maybe,” he answers honestly, as always. “I don’t doubt my ability to remain faithful—to be a good dad and husband when the time comes. But I do want to take my time getting there. I’m in no rush. Maybe in 30 years or so.”

You roll your eyes at that.

“I cannot with you,” you say, reaching your hands up to run them through his newly darkened locs. You tug on the strands, and he tilts his head back, shutting his eyes. 

His hands fall from your hips to cup your ass. In one swift move he stands, holding you to him as he walks towards the bed. You rest your forehead against his, and nuzzle his nose.

“Well. I certainly can with you.” He gives your lips a peck with his before tossing you onto the bed. 

You squeal as you land, then start moving backwards on the bed. You can’t help but smile and giggle as he crawls towards you. His dark, fluffy hair falls in front of his eyes and he looks so fucking sexy as he looks down at you.

“Where you going, jagiya?” He asks, straightening his back but still on his knees. He reaches for your leg. “Two weeks without you? We have to make up for the time we’re losing.”

You let out another squeal as he grabs your leg and pulls you towards him. He places his arms on either side of you, caging you in, in the best way possible. You hook your arms around his neck and pull him down towards you. 

After finals are done, it feels like there’s less tension in the house. Everyone’s interacting again versus being huddled up in a corner studying. The house steadily becomes empty as those who are going away for break take their leave. You drop Hyunjin at the airport and try not to think of what it will be like when you have to say goodbye to him for good.

Soon enough, it’s your turn to get dropped off at the airport. Jeongin and Charlotte wave goodbye to you and Chan. They’ll both have the house alone until Jeongin leaves for Korea and you can only imagine what they’ll get up to. You make a mental note to sanitize every communal surface when you get back. 

In the airport, you and Chan barely speak. He has his headphones on and keeps a blank expression plastered to his face. The last couple days his mood seemed to turn sour, and you have no idea what caused it. You have an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach–this is exactly how you did not want to spend the trip.

You busy yourself with checking the destination on your ticket multiple times. With Lee Know in charge of organizing this trip, you couldn’t be sure enough that he hadn’t booked you a flight to Miami, Oklahoma instead of Miami, Florida. 

A few hours later, you and Chan are settled into your business class seats. A few minutes after takeoff, you finally release his hand you’d been clutching for dear life. 

“Sorry,” you apologize, watching him stretch his fingers out. 

He reclines his seat a bit and shifts around to get comfortable. He leans back in the seat and closes his eyes. You lift the window shade and look out at the clouds as you fly through them, trying your best to tame your annoyance. 

You don’t know how long passes, but being an overthinker you’ve gone through several scenarios and outcomes about how this trip could crash and burn if you don’t say something now. You can’t just let his silence go unchecked. You refuse to spend your vacation, that he agreed to come on, this way. You reach over to move his headphones from his right ear. 

“Chan,” you begin, “I haven’t had a real vacation, alone and not with my parents, in almost two years so I’m really looking forward to this, but…”

He’s absentmindedly chewing on his bottom lip as he listens. 

“You’ve been in a shitty mood the last couple days. I want this to be a good trip, I want us to have fun…if you were planning to be miserable, you really didn’t have to come.”

“Planning to be miserable?” He repeats. 

“Your sudden change in attitude?” You shrug. “I would have rather rescheduled the trip, if you were going to be like this. And don’t say like what—you know how you’re treating me.” 

He becomes quiet at your words. You feel proud of yourself for getting them out. There’s no way he doesn’t realize when he’s shutting you out. You look away from him, seeing the stewardess start coming down the aisle with her cart. 

“I’m sorry,” he finally says. “I wanna take this trip with you, y/n, I just have a lot on my mind right now.”

“You always say that,” you shake your head. 

“That doesn’t mean it’s not true,” he replies. 

You let out a soft sigh. 

“Well, isn’t that what vacations are for?” you ask. “You can travel somewhere far away and leave all the bullshit behind. Forget about school…the future,” you look away from him at that, “you can be someone entirely different when you get to your destination. For a little while, anyway.”

He mulls your words over. 

“Is that what we’re doing?” He pulls his headphones down, so they hang around his neck. 

It certainly hadn’t been your intention, but you spot the sudden playful glint in his eyes and nod your head. You want to smack him. Or yourself. You cannot figure out if it’s him and his bad mood that causes the tension, or you allowing him to sulk in it instead of confronting him about it. 

“And who are we pretending to be?” 

You shrug, “Hadn’t thought that far ahead.”

The stewardess stops next to him with her cart, smiling as she opens the cabinet and produces two champagne flutes. She then fills them up with wine. She hasn’t even asked your drink choice, so you assume she’s preparing it for the pair across the aisle. When she politely reaches over Chan to pull out your tray and sits the drink down, you throw a confused look at him. 

Maybe it’s complimentary…but still, wouldn’t she ask if you wanted it?

“I’m sorry,” you finally speak up. “We didn’t ordered this…could I just get a Sprite?”

“Oh, of course, dear,” she says, but still proceeds to pull out Chan’s tray and sits a drink in front of him too. “These drinks are free to you, on behalf of the flight crew. Congratulations on your engagement–future Mr. and Mrs. Bang.”

You stare and blink, dumbfounded. 

Chan clicks his tongue and mutters something in Korean under his breath. 

“Thank you,” he says with a tight-lipped smile. 

“My pleasure,” she replies. “What else can I get you, sir?”

“Water, please,” he tells her. 

She provides you both a cup filled with ice, and your requested Sprite and water before turning to assist the pair on the other side of the aisle. 

“I’m gonna fucking strangle Lee Know,” you say through gritted teeth. 

“Oh, he’s the first call I’m making when we land,” he concurs. 

The man can’t even be trusted to book flight tickets without some kind of shenanigans attached to it. 

Chan picks up his wine glass and sighs, but there’s a hint of a smile on his face. 

“I guess we have our roles,” he says, tilting the rim of his glass towards you. 

You grab your own, but don’t cheers his yet. 

“I don’t know…I was thinking more along the lines of coworkers on a business trip or annoying vloggers or something like that,” you tell him. 

“So you wanna call off the engagement already?” He asks, feigning a hurt look. 

It never ceases to baffle you–how quickly he can go from cold and distant to warm and teasing you. And vice versa. 

“You’re okay with pretending to be my fiancé?” 

He shrugs, “It could be fun. It’ll help take my mind off some things.”

“Really?”

“I’m a committed actor. Very convincing…don’t you remember?”

Of course you remember his stint as Professor Bang. You wouldn’t mind taking a class with him again. But this? Chan pretending to be your fiancé? After your talk with Hyunjin, you know you won’t ever know what it’s like to actually even date him. Let alone fathom marrying him. 

“Okay,” you reply, choosing to indulge. You tap your glass against his before taking a drink. 

You’re so happy that the dark cloud looming over him seems to have dissipated, that it doesn’t even cross your mind how much you might regret this later. Having a sample of this version of Chan? It’s like you’re setting yourself up to get hurt. But you’ll keep telling yourself you’re strong enough to remember it’s not real. That when the time comes to say goodbye to this man, you won’t think about these moments and what could have been. You’ll keep lying to yourself this entire trip.

[ read chapter 18 here ]

a/n: the chan we've been dying to experience is almost here. thank you all so much for your continued support. your feedback, comments, asks, reblogs, etc., ALL your interactions fill my heart with happiness. it encourages me to write more because i don't want to leave you all hanging for too long lol but seriously, tysm!

taglist: i have no idea why it's not letting me tag everyone. i know there's a limit of tags per post but even if i type less than the limit, it's not working :( tagging on hiatus til I can figure it out, i'm sorry.

[transgenderteensurvivalguide]

hi! i saw your fem hairstyle post, and wanted to ask you a question that has been plaguing me for a while

what are the things i should avoid when taking care of my hair? how often should i wash it? with what? how do i keep my hair soft and fluffy without damaging it?

also, i love how dedicated you are to this blog, and i appreciate all that you're doing. this is all very helpful! :)

Lee says:

My younger sister is a hair-care fanatic and one thing she swears by are silk pillowcases, but they can be expensive. I used to wear a satin sleeping cap when I had longer hair, so that or a silk durag might help if you're on a budget. Either way, you need to sleep with either something on your head or with a special pillowcase if you want to reduce friction so your hair will be less dry and frizzy. If you don't have a protective hairstyle in like braids, twists, locs, etc it can also keep your hair from getting too tangled.

It's been a long time since I had long hair so I've forgotten a lot, but I remember using coconut and jojoba oil sort of like leave-in conditioner. My sister has a giant bag of hair stuff that she uses to condition and clean her hair so it all depends on how involved you want to make it. You shouldn't shampoo your hair every time you shower, but you can wash it with water and condition it more often. You should try using a sulfate-free shampoo and conditioner that's meant for your hair type.

I was not an expert in this area even when I did have long hair, so I would recommend that you seek out online communities, forums, and social media groups dedicated to hair care for your hair type.

If you have type 2A hair you will likely need to follow a different hair care routine than someone with type 4C hair, for example, and someone who wears their hair in box braids or straightens or dyes their hair is going to have different hair-care needs than someone who wears their hair naturally in a ponytail or Afro on a typical daily basis, so the products, tools, and frequency of actions will vary depending on what kind of hair you have and what style you keep it in.

If you feel overwhelmed by diving into the online world of hair care, it can sometimes be easier to schedule an appointment with a hairstylist who specializes in your hair type and texture. They can provide personalized recommendations for products, styling techniques, and maintenance routines tailored to your individual needs.

It can help to find a hairdresser who has worked with other LGBTQ+ clients if possible so you can feel comfortable in the space. If you have friends who have a similar type of hair as you do, ask them what they do to maintain it and who they see!

Followers, please help us out here-- give anon some tips on maintaining clean, soft, and fluffy hair!

Followers say:

dixy says: i have long curly hair, honestly i feel like a lot of it for shampoo and conditioner is trial & error. i tried one of the brands recommended on the curly hair holy grail list but i think the shampoo might be drying out my hair a bit so i plan to switch back to love beauty & planet shampoo. letting your hair air dry is also quite good for it

aroaloe says: I don't have curly hair myself but my partner does and we've been working on finding a way for her hair to grow out and not get damaged. The biggest thing is a leave-in conditioner. After the shower when the hair is damp but not too wet, you add the leave-in and comb in through with your fingers from the tips to the scalp, then gently scrunch the hair to help encourage prominent curls. Hair stays a little oily feeling for a few hours but after that is super light + soft

[riptide-if]

What do ROs look like?

Character intros will posted on sunday at the latest which will include more in depth personalities + character appearances but I’ll give u basics rq since ive been postponing making the intros lol

Arlo is 6’2, honey, (wasian, white & korean) buff, with dark brown eyes and short straight black hair. There’s a sun tattoo on the inside of his wrist of his left arm.

Hilo is 5’10, slim with deep olive skin (hawaiian), dark green eyes, and long wavy black hair reaching their waist. They have a tattoo of a new moon on their upper arm.

Lee is 5’6, lithe, pale, (unfortunately white) light blue eyes, and black and blue hair. Elaine has a bob with bangs and Elijah has hair just reaching his shoulders with slight bangs. (I suppose? Like hair falls in his face so he cuts it) They have a lot of small tattoos along with some piercings.

N is 5’8, toned and athletic, russet skin (afrolatino, black & brazillian), grey eyes, dark brown kinky hair. Noemia’s hair is styled in bohemian locs that reach her the bottom of her shoulder blades, sometimes in a braid or a low bun. Nikita’s hair is styled in bohemian locs that just reach his shoulders, usually kept in a half or fun ponytail.

Also, N tidbit because im not sure when ill bring it up in intro really, N is Australian! Their dad is Australian.

[raybizzle]

"Posse" (1993) is a western film directed by Mario Van Peebles and written by Sy Richardson and Dario Scardapane. The movie stars a large cast, with many notable actors and actresses. It saw success at the box office, grossing $20 million on a $3.5 million budget. The soundtrack was a mixture of blues, funk, soul, and hip-hop, but it could have done better on the charts. This film was the first black cowboy movie since the late 70s.

Director: Mario Van Peebles Writers: Sy Richardson, Dario Scardapane

Starring Mario Van Peebles, Stephen Baldwin, Charles Lane, Tommy 'Tiny' Lister, Big Daddy Kane, Billy Zane, Blair Underwood, Melvin Van Peebles, Richard Jordan, Salli Richardson-Whitfield, Tone Loc, Pam Grier, Isaac Hayes, Vesta Williams, Nipsey Russell, Reginald VelJohnson, Woody Strode, Lawrence Cook, Robert Hooks, Reginald Hudlin, Warrington Hudlin, Christopher Michael, Bob Minor.

Storyline In Cuba, a band of Buffalo Soldiers, led by the fearless Jesse Lee (Mario Van Peebles) and joined by a gambling white soldier (Stephen Baldwin), is sent on a suicide mission to intercept a shipment of gold from enemy troops during the Spanish-American War. When they discover that the racist white officer who sent them, Col. Graham (Billy Zane), meant to betray them, they are forced to shoot their way to freedom. Upon escaping, they embark on a dangerous quest across the American frontier, one which leads Lee back to his hometown, where the KKK killed his father.

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[theehexgirl]

how do you know pt. ii: how it started

synopsis: a look back at that faithful night that started it all…

characters: y/n, bang chan, bijou, changbin, han, felix, and syd; guest starring: lee know

content: smut, alcohol usage, drunk sex, cheating, outdoor sex, rooftop sex, penetrative sex, oral (f.receiving), nipple play, teasing, cunniligus, kickback

“Who all is coming aside from the old man?” Y/N asked. Her best friend rolled her eyes at the little remark about her boyfriend as they walked down the snack aisle.

“He’s not old and it’s going to be you, Chris, Changbin, Han, Seungmin, Jeongin, Amaya, Hyunjin, Syd, Felix, my sorority sisters, and a couple of my cousins,” Bijou informed her.

“Ahhh. So almost everybody you know?” Y/N teased.

“Yes,” Bijou giggled.

“You’re lucky that you have a home for kickbacks like this,” Y/N smiled.

“Me too. My grandad is the best person in the world,” Bijou gushed.

“Yes he is. Plus, your rooftop is amazing too,” Y/N said.

“The rooftop is my favorite if you know what I mean,” her best friend waggled her eyebrows. Y/N laughed, shaking her head at her friend’s silliness.

“I bet it is. Last time I fucked on a rooftop was when I was whats-his-name,” Y/N remarked.

“You mean the one with the scar on his eye or the one with the locs and grills?” Bijou questioned.

“Grills,” Y/N clarified.

“Ahh. Eww,” Bijou said.

“Don’t be rude. I didn’t say eww to you,” Y/N laughed. Bijou giggled as they continued down the aisle.

“Okay. So all we need is dip and soda. Chris has us covered with alcohol and so does Han,” Bijou informed.

“Good. I’ve got the snacks,” Y/N said.

“And I’ll just be the amazing birthday girl that I am,” Bijou proudly proclaimed. The two continued shopping for the items on their list before going to the register to pay. Y/N paid for everything and even used a couple coupons as well.

“Snacks are good to go. Let’s go!” Bijou exclaimed as soon as they walked outside the store.

Y/N laughed, “While you’re trying to go, be careful and don’t get hit. I’m not taking you to the E.R on your birthday.”

“How rude,” Bijou feigned shock.

“Rude? So you’d rather be in the hospital on your birthday?” Y/N inquired.

“No,” her best friend shook her head.

“Alright then,” Y/N replied.

Later that night, Y/N was decorating Bijou’s house and making sure everything looked nice for her friend's birthday with Amaya.

As for Chris, he was making jungle juice with Syd’s assistance. Syd insisted on assisting Chris, which is more like them managing the man.

“Now put the fruit in there, down under Ken,” Syd instructed.

“Down under Ken?” Amaya questioned.

“Don’t even question them and their nicknaming skills. If their partner doesn’t do it, then why should we,” Y/N answered.

“Felix has the patience of a saint,” Amaya remarked.

“Thank you very much,” Felix beamed, walking into the room. The sight of Felix seemed to light up the room for everyone.

“Do you see that, Y/N?” Amaya questioned.

“Yes I do,” Y/N played along.

“There’s a halo above Felix’s head,” Amaya jokingly stated. Felix laughed at their silliness.

“You two are always saying that I’m an angel. I’m not always sweet,” the other Aussie stated.

“Yes you are,” Y/N replied.

“Sweet as a peach pie,” Amaya added.

“And what about me?” Chris asked.

“More like the devil himself,” Y/N answered without hesitation. Chris made a face and everyone else laughed.

“If I didn’t say it before, but you look fine as hell,” Amaya turned to Y/N.

“Thank you,” Y/N smiled, “So do you.”

“Of course I do. I’m always fine,” Amaya grinned.

“And conceited,” Y/N mumbled under breath. The other woman smacked her arm hard while she laughed.

“When is Minho coming?” Felix asked.

“He’s gonna drop by for like a couple minutes, then he’s dipping,” she answered.

“Ohh,” Felix nodded, plucking a grape off the fruit tray.

“Changbin should be back soon with the cake,” Y/N said. Changbin walked into the kitchen with a cake in his arms. He placed it onto the counter.

“Here comes the macho man now,” Y/N smiled.

“Macho man? I like it,” the muscular man grinned.

“Of course you do,” Y/N giggled.

The kickback was a success. They sang happy birthday to Bijou, played a couple of games, played some music (they did not let a certain someone get the aux), Minho had dropped by at some point then dipped, and pretty much everyone was drinking, except for a couple.

However, Bijou had drunk so much that she was sleeping like a log in one of the pool chairs. Most of the party was gone, which left Chris, Bijou, and Y/N. Changbin had gone home and Han was knocked out on the living room couch.

“I’ll take her to her room. I’ll be back,” Chris informed Y/N.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’m fine on my own,” she assured him.

“I know, but I still want to drink a little,” he said.

“Alright,” Y/N nodded. She was already at the halfway point of being tipsy and drunk. She was ready to become completely drunk since she didn’t have to work tomorrow.

“I’m back and I threw a blanket over Han. He looked really cold,” Chris informed her.

“Did you put his feet on the couch? The position he was in looked highly uncomfortable,” she said.

“Yes I did. He looks more comfortable now,” Chris chuckled, plopping down onto the couch.

“He can sleep anywhere,” she laughed, sipping on her drink.

“Yes he can,” Chris agreed. The two friends continued to talk and drink with each other on the rooftop as the minutes passed by. Y/N could feel herself becoming a little more drunk. She was definitely going to have a hangover, but she was relieved to not work tomorrow.

Chris was sitting up on the couch laughing as Y/N recounted a funny story about the time when she and Bijou had gone streaking on the football field of her alma mater.

“I can’t believe you two did that,” he laughed.

“We can’t be trusted when we get high. We have the most outrageous ideas,” Y/N said.

“Obviously,” he said, wiping away a tear as he laughed.

“That wasn’t even the worst of it. There was the time where Bijou had stolen my clothes when we were supposed to skinny dip in my neighborhood pool and I got caught by my next door neighbor,” Y/N laughed.

“She really did that?” Chris asked with a shocked expression on his face.

“Yeah. She didn’t tell you?” Y/N looked at him in confusion.

“She never did,” he answered.

“Well, the more you know,” Y/N jokingly stated.

Chris laughed again, “You’re an insane individual when you get together with my girlfriend.”

“Yeah I am, but it’s fun,” Y/N smiled softly.

“I bet,” he said.

“From what Felix has told me, you’re much worse than me,” she grinned.

“What did he tell you?” Chris asked.

“He didn’t say much, but I can say that you walking out of your room butt as naked when Han’s parents were visiting is more than funny. It’s hilarious,” she giggled.

“Oh my god,” Chris groaned, “Why would he tell you that?”

“Because he got a little tipsy and he started spilling secrets,” Y/N chortled.

“Any more secrets of mine that he spilled?” Chris asked.

“I’ll never tell,” she smirked, making a zipping motion.

“You’re so evil for this,” Chris chuckled.

“That’s my middle name,” she grinned. He rolled his eyes laughing and threw back the last of his own drink.

“Whatever happened to that guy you were dating?” Chris asked.

“What guy?” Y/N cocked an eyebrow.

“You know the one with the really fast car,” he answered.

“Ohhh. We broke up like three months ago.”

“What did he do?”

“I found out that he was actually renting that car and was sleeping on an air mattress.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Wooow.”

“Plus, he wasn’t a good lay either. He was like a quarter pump chump.”

Chris burst into laughter, “Oh fuck. That’s bad.”

“Yeah. I made Bijou swear to secrecy not to tell anyone, but I just spilled the beans myself.”

“I’ll keep it a secret too,” he patted her knee eliciting a small smile from her. His hand did not move from that spot at all and just stayed there.

“Thank you, Prince Valiant.”

“Besides, you deserve better than those bastards.”

“I do, but for now I’m happy being single. It’s much more fun considering how there are no strings attached.”

“I respect it.”

“You have no other choice but to do that.”

“True.”

“One thing is for sure though, they don’t know how to use their mouths,” she muttered, sighing. She felt his hand move up her thigh and her eyes looked down at his hand that was slowly sliding up her thigh.

“Umm…your hand is going a little too high,” she remarked.

“It is,” he said, moving a little bit closer. His other hand made contact with her other thigh. Both hands were moving up her thigh. Y/N did not know why, but his hands felt really good, especially his thumbs that were making circles.

“W-wait, Chris. What are you doing?” Y/N inquired.

“You said that they don’t know how to use their mouths. Maybe we should fix that,” he answered.

“This is wrong. So very wrong,” she said.

“It is, but you can keep a secret, right?” Chris questioned, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her g-string. He slid them down her legs, then pocket them. Y/N did not know what to say. As much as she wanted to voice that this was wrong, half of her wanted to see where this was going. The Aussie began planting butterfly kisses starting from her knee, trailing down to her inner thigh. His lips felt so soft against his skin and they felt so nice. She felt him begin to suck on her inner thigh close to her pussy while nibbling it as well.

“Chris,” she moaned softly. Chris repeated the same ministrations on her other leg and it was beginning to drive her insane. She wanted him to just go ahead and eat her out, but he was very intent on making her suffer. He continued to leave hickeys upon her inner thighs.

“Chris, please stop teasing me and just eat my pussy,” she breathlessly said.

A smirk had formed on the Aussie’s face at the sound of her begging, “Beg me.”

“What?” Y/N looked down at him. Her dark brown eyes met his eyes that were giving her such a heated gaze.

“Beg me,” he repeated.

“Beg? Quit playing. I don’t beg,” she firmly stated.

“Well, you need to start today. So beg me,” he told her.

“I’m not begging you for shi—mmm,” she moaned, unable to finish her own sentence. The Aussie had pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it slowly as he sucked on her inner thigh once more.

“I’m…not begging…y-you,” she mewled. His thumb’s tempo began to increase. She felt him begin to alternate between dragging his tongue on her thigh and kissing it. Each time he inched closer to her pussy, he would go back to where he started. He switched thighs and did the same thing as his thumb rubbed that little bundle of nerves.

“Chris, please…please eat my pussy. Please eat it,” she begged between her moans. She felt his lips leave her thigh and his thumb stopped rubbing her clit. She felt his thumbs touch her lower lips, which increased her anticipation for what was to come.

“Your exes are real idiots for not knowing how to please you,” he remarked, using his thumbs to spread apart her lips. Y/N sucked in a breath as soon as air touched her pussy.

“But enough about them. I’ll show you should be treated,” he said. He began lapping at her pussy and she couldn’t deny that his tongue felt good, especially since it felt so cool. She could barely contain the noises that were spilling from her lips. His thumb released her lips and he wrapped his arms around her thick thighs.

The sound of him slurping and sucking was so fucking lewd that she loved hearing it so much. Y/N felt him pull her closer to his mouth and it drove her even more insane.

“Your tongue feels so good,” she moaned, feeling her toes curl. One of her hands made its way to his black hair. Her grip became painful and she was too occupied with feeling good to even apologize for almost ripping out his hair.

“Oooh…Chris,” she moaned. Chris took her clit into his mouth and began suckling on it. His eyes flicked up to her face. He was burning a hole in her face the entire time as he watched her range of emotions.

Feeling as if his mouth wasn’t enough, he slid two fingers inside of her warm hole and began thrusting them in and out of her. She gripped his hair even hard and closed her legs around his head, but he spread them wide as he continued his ministrations.

“Chris,” she moaned. He moaned as he savored the taste of her delectable snatch that he feasted on like a starving man. The vibrations from his moans went straight to her clit and it was driving her crazy as her toes curled.

“Chris,” she cried out, eyes rolling back as she splashed his face. The curvy woman collapsed onto the couch, attempting to catch her breath. He lapped at her essence greedily not wanting any of it to go to waste.

When he finished, he pecked her little bundle of nerves then covered her panting mouth with his own, engaging in a fiery kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her. Y/N could taste herself on his tongue. His large hands slipped under her short dress and he began to grope her breasts. It didn’t feel so bad when he did it. It felt really good, unlike when her past partners attempted to do it.

His thumbs brushed against her nipple eliciting a small shudder from her. His index fingers began to flick them up and down. Y/N had to admit that the way he was teasing her nipples felt so good. So good that she moaned in his mouth.

Chris slipped his hands from under her dress and placed them at the front. He pushed down the front of the dress and let her breasts free. His lips trailed down to her chin, her neck, and finally the valley between her breasts. Each kiss left her skin feeling on fire.

He gave that little valley a languid kick, then kissed it softly. He alternated between licking and kissing her breast as he trailed towards it until he reached her nipple. He circled the tip of his tongue around her areola before taking the dark brown nub into his mouth. Y/N let out a small sigh as he sucked on her nipple, allowing his tongue to toy with it at the same time. Her hands went to his hair, but she was much more gentle than before with her grip.

Chris and Y/N’s met once again for the third time tonight. He held her gaze even as he nibbled on it with his teeth and even as he pulled it back, then let it go quickly. Y/N let out a small shriek and that seemed to amuse him. He relayed the same actions on her right breast before kissing her hard again.

He pulled away and unbuckled his pants, he lined himself up at her entrance and began to slowly push in. Y/N let out a soft gasp from him entering her. He leaned down over her, burying his head inside her neck, allowing her to wrap her arms around his neck.

“Fuck. You feel good,” he moaned into her ear. She felt his tongue dip inside eliciting another shudder from her. Slowly, he began rocking in and out of her warm opening. He felt so good inside of her and he was already much better than exes and her little toys. He was light years ahead of them in terms of experience.

“Chris,” She moaned as one of her hands moved to the back of his head.

“How does it feel to have me inside you, Y/N?” Chris inquired. She couldn’t find it in her to formulate the right words to say to him. One of his hands gripped the underside of her face, forcing her to look at him.

“How does it feel?” Chris asked.

“It feels good, Chris,” she answered. His tongue caressed the roof of her mouth before kissing her once again.

He sat up fully and placed his hands on her hips. His pace began to pick up and his thrusts became powerful, rocking both her and the couch. Y/N’s back arched off the couch as her hands searched for something to grab. She settled for grabbing onto the armrest of the couch and gripped it tight.

Chris stared down at his cock as it glided in and out of her warm cavern. It was so mesmerizing to watch.

“You feel so good. My cock is going to melt inside of you,” Chris groaned. He loved the feeling of her pussy enveloping him in a warm embrace. It felt so good and he never wanted to pull out.

He pressed a thumb to her clit and began rubbing it as he pounded her. Y/N’s hand wrapped around his wrist, but his hand wasn’t budging at all.

He rubbed the little bundle of nerves vigorously, “Y/N, you take my cock so well. You’re such a good girl for letting me fuck you like this.”

All she could do was moan and hold onto the couch for dear life, “Chris.”

“Say my name, baby,” he moaned.

“Chris,” moaned, “I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”

“Go ahead. Cum on my dick, Y/N,” he told her. He didn’t have to tell her twice because she soon came on his girth. Her body collapsed onto the couch from exhaustion.

Though she had reached her own climax, he was far from done. He slid out of her and

He lined himself up and slid inside of her. He gripped her hips tightly.

“You might want to delete all the numbers of your little boy toys,” he remarked. Before she could even give a response to that comment, he began thrusting in and out of her quickly. The sound of his hips as he pistoned in and out of her penetrated the night air. Y/N found it hard to hold herself up and she collapsed over the armrest. Y/N felt herself beginning to drool as the man behind her fucked her like she owed something.

She felt so good that she couldn’t even begin to form a coherent sentence. She was literally being fucked stupid by him and it felt so good.

“You have the best pussy, Y/N,” he moaned. The sight of her round bottom jiggling with each thrust was such a sight to behold. It was like watching art itself. His hands moved down to her body and towards her cheeks. He gripped them hard enough to leave handprints on them and spread them apart.

“Chris!” Y/N cried out.

“Who owns this pussy?” Chris inquired.

“Chris!” She screamed.

“Good girl,” he breathlessly said, grinning. He released her ass and grabbed onto the back of her dress he pulled her up. Her back stayed flush against his chest as one of his hands slithered over to her clit. He began to rub that little nub as he pounded her.

“Chris…I’m cumming,” she moaned.

“Hold it, Y/N,” he whispered into her ear. He buried his head in her neck as he pumped in out of her. She attempted to hold back her orgasm as best as she could, but she ended up letting go, cumming on his cock.

“Chris!” She cried out.

“You’re lucky you’re sexy as fuck,” he groaned.

Soon, he came inside of her offsetting yet another orgasm for her. Chris continued to pump into her as he came inside of her. Y/N collapsed onto the couch completely, feeling so exhausted and worn out. Chris hunched over her body and turned her head to the side slightly as he craned down to kiss her passionately.

[thatastrobae]

🕷️They really tried to be platonic friends before becoming a couple, but they kept pushing the “platonic” boundaries. For example, they can’t keep their hands off each other: linked arms, lingering hugs, cupping each other’s faces, etc. One time as they were hugging, Miles had the sudden urge to kiss her forehead- when he immediately let go, apologized, and wiped her forehead, Margo was vexed

🕷️Miles randomly started claiming her as his girlfriend and although she didn’t mind- she still wanted him to ask so he did. He stated and I quote: “Will you be my girl? Cause as grateful as I am to simply have you in my life- I can’t keep acting like I’m not yours”

🕷️He put her onto ‘Sunflower’ by Swae Lee and Post Malone. Whenever the song comes on, she can belt the lyrics better than he can

🕷️At some point in BTSV, Margo shows off her skills by building Miles a new, technologically advanced suit to replace his tattered one. (It can rival Tony Stark’s Iron Spider and there are no red lines running up his armpits) She updates it monthly.

🕷️The first time he saw her physical person (not her avatar) it was a repeat of when they first met. The double take, intensified spider senses, him in a trance. She rendered our boy speechless again. He didn’t think she could be more beautiful, but he was gladly mistaken.

🕷️He becomes relentless in finding the perfect shades of ✨brown✨that will capture her complexion in his art.

🕷️Margo often has trouble falling asleep after being in front of a screen all day, thankfully he made her a mixtape of lullabies sung by himself.

🕷️Miles is a Leo (canon) and Margo is a Pisces. They’re both romantic and idealistic. She’s prone to drift to-and-flow through life, but he is stable and provides an anchor and safe harbor for her. He loves to talk she loves to listen.

🕷️On Earth-22191 most interpersonal relationships are via virtual reality, so imagine the shock of Margo’s parents when she brings home a living, breathing boy for dinner. They end up liking him though.

🕷️To add on to that, Miles has his own VR headset in her dimension. They go on virtual reality dates and occasionally like to pop in on their friends. His avatar’s coloring is red and blue and he has shoulder length locs.

[lboogie1906]

The Watts Truce was a peace agreement among rival Blood and Crips street gangs mainly in the neighborhood of Watts. The Watts Truce occurred days before the Rodney King Riots. This truce was a significant factor in the decline of street violence in Los Angeles after the 1990s. The Crips Street Gang was founded by Raymond Lee Washington and Stanley Tookie Williams. Several independent gangs, including the Brims, Pirus, Bishops, Bounty Hunters, Athens Park Gang, and Denver Lanes, created a coalition to fight back against them. That coalition became the Bloods.

Both groups recruited members heavily in South Central Los Angeles, Watts, and in neighboring Compton. As both gangs grew into thousands of members, the war between the two gangs intensified, going from fist fighting to using guns during gang feuds. The introduction of crack cocaine and the gangs’ access to high-power weapons intensified the conflict. The two gangs had a combined membership of more than 50,000.

A peace summit was organized by Rev. Charles Mims Jr. Nation of Islam leader Louis Abdul Farrakhan came to Los Angeles and made his “Stop the Killing” speech. He made a second speech at the Los Angeles Memorial Sports Arena, where hundreds of Bloods and Crips members were in attendance, but the intergang violence continued.

Blood and Crip gangs from the Watts neighborhood came together to negotiate a peace. Four gangs had significant involvement in the truce. The Bounty Hunters Bloods from the Nickerson Gardens Housing Projects, Grape Street Watts Crips from the Jordan Downs Housing Projects, Hacienda Village Bloods from the Hacienda Village Projects, and PJ Watts Crips from the Imperial Courts Housing Projects. On April 28, 1992, a peace treaty was established among the gangs. The rival gangs vowed to challenge police brutality and reduce violence in their communities.

Richard “Tweedy Bird Loc” Johnson and Ron “Ronnie Ron” Phillps produced a hip hop studio album, Bangin on Wax by Bloods and Crips. The album features the singles “Piru Love,” “Steady Dippin,” and “Bangin on Wax.” Bangin on Wax sold over 500,000 units and was certified gold. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[evitamylove]

Cove, MK1 Edition

Announcer comment ideas:

Kung Lao:

-"Yeah, still my favorite."

-"Hi pretty boy."

-"The one....for me~"

-"Calling you a petname would give you too much of an ego boost."

-"Hung Lao."

-"You don't remember." (sad tone)

-"In every reality." (said very softly)

-"I really did miss you."

-"Hi, love."

-"My Chosen One.''

Raiden:

-"Still don't know how to feel about you."

-"Kidd Thunder!"

-"I'm loyal to Kung Lao, I swear." (if hes wearing cosmetics with tattoos.)

-"Okay, I'm warming up to you."

-"I'd let him electrocute me to death." (only in specific cosmetics)

-"You don't remember either."

-"Pikachu, I choose you!"

Liu Kang:

-"Can I be the dragon?"

-"Woof."

-"I miss our Raiden."

-"Where the hell did you put Fujin?"

-"You're cute sometimes."

-"Your fanfiction is the worst."

-"God of Massive Doofuses."

-"Look at this dork."

-"I miss your fuckass bob."

-"Glow up."

-"Daddy."

-"One day..."

-"Bruce Lee."

-"Wa-chaaww!!"

-"The white hair looked better."

-"I can take him, just not in a fight."

Johnny:

-"He's hot as shit."

-"I'd be front row at a concert tryna get his towel."

-"He's hot when he isn't talking."

-"Jean van goddamn."

-"Never change, sweetheart."

-*"Ripleeyyy!"*

-"At least you age well."

Sub-Zero:

-"What a noob."

-"Daddy issues."

-"Why are you so goddamn mean?"

-"Bi-Handsome."

-"Why are your biceps the size of my head?"

-"Wish the mask was a gag."

Scorpion:

-"Hey, hot stuff."

-"Burnin' up~"

-"Is it hot in here or is it just you?"

-"I'd lick the mask."

-"Both at the same time."

-"Get over here! No please, cmere."

Smoke:

-"You are actually the perfect man."

-"Nobody's allowed to be mean to you."

-"Beat the shit out of them."

-"Hi sweetheart~"

-"The actual favorite. Sorry Kung Lao."

-"You did Madame Bo dirty."

-"Nerd."

Kenshi:

-"Love at first sight."

-"I wanna see the rest of the tattoos."

-"How far do your tattoos go down?"

-"Pretty as fuck."

-"Yowza."

-"My type."

-"Yaku-zaddy."

Baraka:

-"Mommy's other favorite!"

-"I'd lick the blood off his teeth."

-"You didn't hear that."

-"Deserved better."

Kitana:

-"I love you."

-"Hot."

-"I would thank her for beating the shit out of me."

Sindel:

-"Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry."

-"I have such bad mommy issues."

-"How come her evil version gets to play with Raiden and I don't?"

Mileena:

-"Literal perfection in Edenian form."

-"I'm in love with you."

-"Empress Mileena~"

-"Gordon Ramsey."

-"Final Fantasy X."

-"Before I die I'm tryna f-"

Nitara:

-"You look like Megan Fox."

-"Jennifer's body bag."

-"Twilight, gore edition."

-"C-Bat."

-"The Little Vampire."

-"She'd be a terrible babysitter."

-"Hey Selene."

-"The vampire movie jokes are getting old."

-"Dead but pretty."

Reptile:

-"I can only manage unholy comments about you."

-"What that tongue do?"

-"The best glow up by far."

-"Both forms."

-"Lizard form can get it."

-"Syzoth."

Ashrah:

-"Do you need a dog? *actually barks*"

-"Twilight Princess."

-"So jealous of both you and Syzoth."

Sonya Blade:

-"Mommy's back."

-"God I missed you."

-"Beat their ass, Blade."

Sektor:

-"The ketchup and mustard joke is funny."

-"Nuts."

Cyrax:

-"Bolts."

-"I'm into robots too."

-"Bot locs go hard."

Khameleon:

-"Like me!"

-"We could be siblings."

-"I can't flirt with you after saying we'd be siblings."

-"F.A.B." (spelled out, means fuck ass bob)

-"Gender? Never knew her."

Stryker:

-"Really?"

-"*makes pig noises*"

-"Love a man in uniform."

-"No idea who this was initially."

Shao Kahn:

-"Yeah. I could climb it."

-"He can get it."

-"Pretty bitch says what?"

-"My type."

-"Big."

-"Now that's a man that could ride."

-"Yeah.......*yeah"* (said in a very blatantly horny tone)

-"Kotal looked cooler."

-"Horny!"

-"Hey handlebars~"

Shang Tsung:

-"Bundle of sticks!"

-"You're so lucky you're drop dead gorgeous."

-"Redemption arc."

-"The bitch."

-"Toxic by Britney Spears."

-"He's back?"

-"No."

-"Okay maybe-"

-"Asshole says what?"

-"Mortal Kombaaatttt dodododododo-"

Havik:

-"I'm into it."

-"Final Destination."

-"He's the coolest Kombatant."

-"Khaos incarnate."

-"Resident Evil."

Motaro:

-"I'm a Sagittarius!"

-"Oh he's not a centaur?"

-"What are you?"

-"Liu Kang was so right to bring you back."

-"Fuck with the bull, get the horns."

Shujinko:

-"Deadass thought you were Shang Tsung."

-"No seriously are you and Shang Tsung related?"

-"Shu-plinko?"

-"Pachinko."

-"Shu-what? Who are you?"

Geras:

-"Yes!"

-"The literal best."

-"Dad AND daddy vibes."

-"The coolest."

-"Guardian of Time."

-"Timestopper."

Li Mei:

-"I had no clue who you were at first."

-"One and done."

-"Li Mei I take your hand in marriage?"

-"She deserved better."

Tanya:

-"You and Mileena are perfect."

-"Wife material."

-"So happy you're back."

Quan Chi:

-"Another redemption arc?"

-"I still don't forgive you."

-"Quan Chi-huahua."

Ermac:

-"I'm so fucking glad you're back."

-"JERROD?!"

-"We are Legion."

-"We are many, you are one." (said in a mocking tone)

Jax Briggs:

-"Nice."

-"The best."

-"Only you, Jax."

-"Captain~"

Frost:

-"Ooohhh that's chilly!"

-"Titsicles."

-"Ice to see you."

-"Let it go."

Homelander:

-"Why are you here?"

-"Okay, you're kinda cool."

Omniman: (she can't stand him)

-"Omni-boy."

-"God, you're annoying."

-"Invincible, yeah right."

-"D'vorah's cooler."

-"Kal-el."

-"Clark Kent."

-"I bet people make edits of you beating the shit of me cause I like to insult you."

Reiko:

-"Reiko's Island."

-"Who're you again?"

-"Dork."

-"Shao's lapdog."

Cove:

-"Hey that's me!"

-"You coulda just played Shang Tsung or Shujinko."

-"Best choice."

-"I'm hotter than you."

-"You picked THAT outfit?"

-"The coolest bitch here."

-"Candle Cove."

-"No, not Pirate's Cove."

-"Please pick Kung Lao for the Kameo."

-"Changeling."

-"Fae fire fantasy."

-"I can steal your name AND your face."

-"Cooler than Shang Tsung."

-"Big balls!"

-"Bigger tits."

[shojislady]

2. PISSBABY TSUKISHIMA

"BYE MA!! LOVE YOU TOO! SEE YOU AFTER SCHOOL!" y/n screamed out as she shut the door behind her. today was the day that y/n started school at karasuno high. she wasn't nervous, not at all. y/n never had any trouble making friends. she was an outgoing person and was easy to get along with.

(lol imagine)

beginning her walk to school, she decided to text the group chat to see how everyone was doing. the gc was originally made by the twins and y/n for chaotic reasons, but sooner or later they actually used the group chat for important reasons like planning or just occasionally checking up on each other.

'i miss them, but I'm gon beat them up when i see them. wanna act all tough cuz I'm 10 ½ hours away. just wait till i visit them.' y/n thought.

this is basically the format for each conversation that happens. y/n going into the group chat to check up on everyone to make sure they're okay, then the twins start ganging up on her until kyoya gets annoyed and tells them to stfu because he's trying to relax and he can't silence his phone. it was funny because when they got back to school, she would pretend like nothing ever happened and continued to flirt with kyoya.

"oh, there's the school!" she pointed out to literally no one. there were a bunch of students flooding in the gate. "gauh LEE.. that's a lot of damn people.”

she continued her slow pace to the school, not really caring about what time she got there, as long as she was before lunch. she was gonna be a bit late, either way, seeing as she had to go to the front office for her schedule.

"well, time to go beast mode." #alpha

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

"All right Ms. l/n, welcome to our class! go sit behind yamaguchi. Yamaguchi! raise ur hand!" the teacher yelled out. y/n had gotten to school on time, but joined the rest of the students during their third class, since the VP took her on a small tour of the school after giving her the schedule.

she scanned through the sea of students to see a timid-looking boy raising his hand. he was cute, and looked to be a few inches taller than her. he had freckles and a nice mop of green hair standing on top of his head. if his face was red, he'd be a human strawberry.

with her black and blonde faux locs swaying behind her, she went to sit in her newly designated seat behind the boy who was now known as yamaguchi. she pulled out a notebook and opened it to a blank page, which was deemed useless seeing that she had already learned what was being taught.

bored, she pulled out her headphones, opening spotify, she pulled up her chill playlist, she clicked shuffle play, smiled, and relaxed a bit seeing the first song that came up. it was ' Big Poppa - the notorious b.i.g'. it was one of her favorite songs to chill to.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

"hey, it's time for science.!" was what y/n heard as she removed her headphones. it was yamaguchi, telling her that it's time for the next subject.

now that she had the slight chance to talk to him, she decided to say what had been on her mind for when she saw him.

"thanks. y'know, you're really cute by the way. you look like someone i'd accidentally bump into and you'd apologize and i'd say "no really its all my fault" then start talking to much cuz i got nervous. that's a compliment by the way."

'...huh?' yams was shocked yet confused. he wasn't used to out of the blue compliments like that, or really at all. especially not from girls, and a really attractive one at that. but aside from the initial shock, why the fuck was it so specific and detailed?

"oh! uhm- thank you! you're really pretty yourself!"

"thank you! and thanks for waking me up! wanna be friends?"

"oh, no problem. and sure!! "

'that was odd...' tadashi thought to himself as he turned to face front. "damn, that was quick, yamaguchi" his childhood friend, tsukishima, teased. "im surprised you didn't stutter ur ass off.”

tsukishima kei was a very tall individual. he had short, blonde hair and was more on the thinner, lanky side.

"oh piss off tsuki, ur just mad that i talked to the pretty new girl before you, loser." yams shot back.

(bozo😹👎🏽 take this L tsuki🤡 )

"whatever😒😒"

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

"hi yama! hi yama's friend! what are we doing now?" y/n asked. the bell had just rung, and y/n was too lazy to pull out her schedule.

"hi l/n! this is tsukishima! its lunchtime right now so we're heading to the cafeteria!!" he replied with a small smile on his face.

"BOOO!! the cafeteria sucks ass. that's why I always ate in the club room." y/n complained with a big ole thumbs down.

although she was pretty extroverted, she didn't like all the extra loud noise and nosy people. there are some hating ass hoes back at Ouran, but she couldn't give less of a fuck. all they ever did was talk shit because they were jealous of her relationship with the hosts, but she knew it was part of the deal when she became friends with them.

"wah wah, cry me a river. either sit with us or not, jeez." blabbered smart-ass tsuki.

"actually, you're in luck! we and a few others are all going to meet and eat lunch in the gym to go over some stuff for our club, you can join if you want!" yams offered.

she happily accepted the offer and continued to walk along with them to the cafeteria, then to the gym where they would eat. they stopped by the vending machine for y/n, because her thirsty ass drank all her water before lunch, now craving a nice refreshing beverage to wash down the curry she's about to fuck up.

after a few more short minutes of walking, they had finally reached the gym and heard arguing coming from the inside, not knowing that the moment she steps into that gym, she'd be going on a wild trip.

taglist: open and empty

guys.. dont be mad at me ik i missed my deadline☹️☹️

but im thinkin..

should i still write the beach episode for ouran? i have a few ideas for it but idk..

LEMME GO UPDATE THE OTHER BOOK

[lillastarr]

hi! your gumlee art is super cute! i don't mean to be rude, but I just wanted to let you know that the way you depicted marshall lee's hair is kinda off. hair that it is in locs doesn't have those extra strands that you drew. black people's hair doesn't really look the way that you depicted it in your fanart. I don't mean to sound entitled or anything, but I know some people struggle with drawing black hair, so maybe this is something you can look into? no need to reply publically! xx

thanks for the feedback! i’m still trying to grow as an artist and get back into the swing of doing digital art pieces, so i rlly do appreciate this :] it helps a lot, and i will do better next time! apologies

[div1nity]

◜⠀   𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒⠀⠀⠀ —⠀⠀ ،،̲       just some 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 about coraline that are too small to have on a single post   ﹗ .

quick peek at her playlists : eminem , dr dre , nwa , snoop dogg , ice cube , 50 cent , 2pac , biggie , fugees , tone loc , ll cool j / ac/dc , metallica , the doors , alice cooper , black sabbath , guns n roses , judas priest , deep purple , pink floyd , led zepplin , iron maiden , van halen / chuck berry , frank sinatra , the everly brothers , jerry lee lewis , peggy lee , fats domino , bill hayley & his comets , elvis presley , little richard .

has a cheap car to get around . she enjoys having a car , likes going on calming rides outside the city &. completely revels in the freedom that the car brings , knowing that at any moment she could just take off without looking back . however , 95% of the time she'll pout at having to drive , she's more about getting driven around ; she's a passenger princess , it's a disease &. it's fatal , pouts everytime she has to get behind a wheel .

loves reading books , libraries were a netural space growing up on the streets &. it provided major comfort &. security , it's there where she learned russian &. greek . it's a love that never faded , in her down time if she isn't drawing / painting , doing something creative , girl has a book in her hand .

LOVES philosophy &. the histories , discovered them as a kid &. never looked back - go on , ask her about the history of the arts , make her year ( you'll never get her to shut up )

coraline has bad periods , like , cripplingly bad . girl has been stabbed , shot , tortured - turned inside out emotionally &. physically , yet nothing on planet earth , not even crimson can ever come close to the crippling pain that comes once a month because of her bitch of a uterus . this leaves her very vunerable &. the ONLY people who can see her during this time is alejandro &. natalia , if you manage to make the list where you're alone with her during this month , you've made it , congradulations !

doesn't matter how much time passes , in a bar her go to order is a double shot of vodka &. coke ; it's like muscle memory . loves her gin &. whiskeys , but vodka has a special place in her soul . in later canon , she does come to love the expensive wines &. champagne - her favourite cocktail continues to be blue lagoon .

coraline tilts her head all the time , no matter the situation , chances are its going to happen - when something funny happens , something confusing , or someone says something so stupid all she wants to do is throw a punch in their direction , it's all emotions / situations - a head tilt is soon to follow . she's actually done this since she was a toddler &. just never stopped - i like to think it's something that ties her to eletta ( imagine henry speaking , just for coraline to tilt her head &. the wind gets knocked out of him when he sees his mother looking back at him in a face that doesn't at all resemble his own . )

sings in the shower , without fail , girlie puts on concerts - has imagined herself accepting all the music awards .

[magz]

ID: Digital painting of Marshall Lee from "Fionna and Cake". He has dark skin, piercings, and wears his locs in a hair tie. Marshall Lee is holding a guitar while staring at the viewer. End ID.

had to draw him

[imaginationofomi]

Come Together

Seven

Nayeli wanted to go home, her craving for her tempur-pedic mattress so strong that she almost bailed on her friends. She should've left when her instincts first told her to. Tension made her neck stiff, and it was difficult to turn her head. She pushed through anyway, driving into the neighborhood of single story stucco houses and parking in front of the peach one with russet roof tiles two lots from the corner.

April's white garage door was open. Four men sat around a card table with beer, tumblers of liquor, and cigars inside the makeshift man cave playing dominoes, one of which was her fiancé, Ruben. They waved at Nayeli as she walked up the driveway, and Ruben got up to open the door for her.

"What's up, Nayeli? How you been?" he asked and grabbed one of the two bags she was holding.

"Good. You?"

"Same. Can't complain."

"You don't see me?"

Nayeli did a double take at the second man speaking to her, "Bryce?" she questioned because even though he looked like her ex-boyfriend from undergrad, there was something different about his face. He'd finally lost the round softness of the baby face he couldn't seem to get rid of while they were together and the first few years after, replaced with angular cheekbones and a sweet jawline.

His beige skin was a little sunburned on his cheeks, still clean shaven with a few blemishes near his chin. Starter locs hung just above his ears that now housed two tiny gold hoops. Pink lips stretched into a crooked smile.

"I'm that easy to forget you gotta question me?"

"No, you just don't look like you," she said and walked around the card table to give him a hug. They parted amicably, realizing that they weren't right for each other before resentment settled in and made their lives hell. Their relationship was the reason April and Ruben met, Bryce being Ruben's cousin, so they both lucked out where maturity was concerned. Gatherings would never be uncomfortable, "You finally look like you're grown."

"I'll take that as the compliment I know it was meant to be," he replied with a chuckle, hugging her waist with one arm, "What happened to the fro?"

"I'm letting it grow out. I might bring it back after the New Year." The decision was still very much up in the air, "Let me get inside before somebody calls me a traitor for hanging out with the men." Bidding them goodbye, she stepped through the open doorway and thanked Ruben for carrying the other bag to the kitchen. April was blending a pitcher of margaritas, and from the looks of the mixer bottle, it was the second one, "Sorry I'm late. I got the snacks!"

"Thank God. We need you in here," April sighed.

"How bad is it?"

"Worse, and Renée is not helping."

"Whose bright idea was it to invite her? Ray Charles could've seen that red flag." Nayeli loved Renée, and even she would've had the good sense to leave that woman off the guest list. Why pour gasoline on a fire? Everyone would be liable to get burned.

"She was with Morgan."

"Lord, I've had enough drama for one day," Nayeli mumbled to herself as she massaged her temples, or at least she thought she did.

"Something happened on your job?"

"Too much happened. No time to talk about that. We have to cheer Brittany up."

"There is no cheering her up. We need to keep her from throwing herself off the tallest building in the city."

"She wouldn't do that."

"I wouldn't be so sure." April stopped the blender and took the top off, pouring out a drink for Nayeli and taking the pitcher into the sitting room where the rest of their friends waited with empty or half empty cups while Nayeli grabbed the bowl of white corn tortilla chips and two kinds of salsa.

"Hey Britt."

"Hi." She was red-eyed, puffy and congested, her head resting on the arm of the couch with her knees curled up to her chest, "Did you get the tomatillo salsa?" she asked weakly.

"Mhmm." Nayeli sat down next to her on the floor and rubbed her arm.

"Thanks."

April was streaming Spike Lee's She's Got Have It, the majority black and white film holding most of the attention in the room. The women watched quietly and snacked. Sniffles could be heard, and Nayeli made sure to keep a comforting hand on Brittany, even going as far as to kiss her friend's cheek when she sobbed.

The noise was familiar to Nayeli. She wanted to join the crying, but she kept her tears at bay and the focus away from her own crisis.

Renée, indeed, made the situation worse with her snickering. Whatever beef she had with Brittany made it impossible for her to behave like she had any regard for another woman in pain. She found joy in Brittany's suffering, and beef was never that serious to Nayeli or anyone else in the room.

"I think it's time we plan our annual girls trip. Which seasons are we looking at?" Morgan said as the end credits started to roll.

"We should probably do it closer to summer."

"Anywhere we go then will be super crowded. I'm not trying to spend my vacation in a sea full of musty college kids," April said with her mouth frowned up.

"So March and April are out. That's prime spring break time."

"Shouldn't we decide where we're going first? That'll make it easier to plan the time of year," Nayeli pointed out. Certain places had better or worse weather regardless of the month traveled. They could find somewhere warm in the cooler months or vice versa.

"You might be right. We did Tulum this year. Are we thinking out of state, out of the country, or local?"

"Let's go out of the country again."

"Somewhere in Europe this time!"

"Party in Ibiza!" Morgan shouted and raised her cup.

"What about Amsterdam?" April threw in.

"Do they like our people over there?" Renée asked.

"HOW CAN YOU GUYS SIT HERE PLANNING A DAMN VACATION WHEN I FEEL LIKE MY CHEST IS ABOUT TO CAVE IN!?" Brittany screamed, halting the conversation as everyone looked at her with wide eyes. It was the most she'd spoken since Nayeli got there, and a fresh wave of tears slid down her damp cheeks.

"We were trying to keep your mind off that bum," April answered and bit her tongue before she said anything else. Only she knew why Brittany was at the end of her rope, and if she hadn't just gotten off probation for assaulting someone at her previous job, she would've driven across town to handle the man herself.

"I still don't know what he did. Why are we here?" Morgan asked. All eyes fell on Brittany, and she pushed her face into her hands just before she started sobbing again. She tried to speak but struggled to get the words out. April revealed the secret for her.

"Dana's pregnant."

"By Jeffrey?"

Slowly, Brittany nodded and hiccuped. Nayeli was stunned, but she was the only one. Because she saw the good in everyone even when there was no good to see.

"S-she brought the test to the house. He tried to lie and say the baby wasn't his, but she has videos of them fucking as recently as last week." Renée didn't even pretend to feel bad, letting out a lengthy howl while she held her ribs and bent at the waist, "What the fuck is so funny, Renée?"

"YOU! All that harping you do about respecting relationships and women sharing dick, and you been sharing yours the whole time. With a bitch who had him first, at that. I told you get off that soapbox you love to stand on."

"It's not the same thing."

"Oh, it's not? Let's break it down and see what's real, then. He was in a relationship when you started fucking him, and you knew it. Don't try that 'he lied to me' shit either. Dana was all over social media with him and their kids. You ignored the truth because you wanted him anyway. You gave that lady hell for years over a nigga that was obviously playing you. Then you had the nerve to think you won because he married you, but she got four of his and one on the way while you're still childless and desperate after three years of marriage. The man don't even sleep in your house half the time. You love looking down your nose at the rest of the population like it could never be you, but guess what. IT IS! You're no better than the women you try to dog. I don't have sympathy for you. This is karma rightfully beating your ass," Renée shrugged and crunched on a chunk of ice.

"Née, come on." Morgan shook her head.

"What? I'm supposed to keep myself in check because her man never left his baby momma? It's not my fault she don't wanna accept that she's a sister wife."

"Renée, enough! I realize that you guys are not the best of friends right now, but why do you have to kick her while she's down? She clearly knows she messed up. If this were you right now, nobody would be dumping on you. We're here for support, not to make her feel worse. Keep your thoughts to yourself or go home," Nayeli said angrily.

"Why are you sticking up for her? She brought the shit on herself."

"I would stick up for all of you the same way. When someone is hurt, you don't pile on them. Aren't you supposed to be a mental health advocate? Or is that empathy reserved for strangers only?"

"She don't deserve empathy. She never has it for anyone else," Renée argued.

"All the more reason we should extend it to her. Stop being so damn vengeful."

Nayeli couldn't comprehend the level of hatred Renée was feeling. It was like Brittany personally wronged her, but she knew of no such incident. When Renée realized that no one would come to her defense, she pushed herself out of the chair she was sitting in and headed for the front of the house.

"Y'all can have it." The door slammed behind her, and it seemed like everyone exhaled at the same time.

"Chile, you know you fucked up when Nayeli raises her voice." April said.

"Thank you, Ellie," Brittany whispered, defeated by Renée's harsh words and tone. Feeling horrible about herself to begin with, she didn't need the extra trashing. Her husband already destroyed what was left of her self-esteem.

"You're welcome," Nayeli responded and leaned her head on Brittany's, "She's right, you know. Her delivery was piss poor, but she is right. Take this situation as a lesson, and humble yourself. God don't like ugly."

☼☼☼

Hours and several plates of tacos later, the sun had set and Nayeli was ready to turn in for the evening. Belly full, social gas tank on E, peace and quiet were the only two things on her mind until she got closer to her home. It was just after 8 p.m., and she considered the very real possibility that Jalen could still be there.

She wasn't in a good state of mind to deal with him directly. Hearing him beg for another chance to waste her time would surely set her off after the day she had.

No matter what Ezra said or did, Savannah's attitude worsened throughout the afternoon. While she never went near Nayeli, she did try her hardest to get under Nayeli's skin. In fact, she tried so hard that Carmen snapped on her in front of everyone. Thankfully, they'd sang happy birthday by then because that was the final straw for Nayeli.

A child's birthday party should never become a spectacle, but only she seemed to care about that fact. She just decided to remove herself and pray that the day carried on in peace. Ezra's disappointment made her feel weird, like she owed him an apology even though she'd been trying to leave for most of the day.

"I think I've worn out my welcome," she'd told him as she got ready to go. He tried to convince her to stay longer, but she declined and glanced at a fuming and embarrassed Savannah. It wasn't worth the problems it would cause. However, she did receive a treat on her way out. With her mother just a few feet away, Tatiana expressed how happy she was that Nayeli was there and thanked her for her cake and the rest of the desserts. Like her father, Tatiana asked her stay. Nayeli was gentle with her no, reminding the princess that they would see each other again soon.

Ezra's family graced her with sweet farewells, hugs, and promises of visits to the bakery when they were back in town as most of them still lived in LA, other parts of Southern California or out of state. She could practically see Savannah's face going cherry red and steam flying out of her ears. If Nayeli were evil, she would've laughed at her, but she gave her the same tight lipped smile she plastered on when she let her know to find someone else to try instead.

Between that and doing the emotional labor for most of her friend circle, Jalen was the very last person she wanted to see. With him leaving for LA the next morning, she decided to grant him a little more time and drove to Maxine's house.

Thankful for the open door policy, she used her key and walked inside, wedging herself between her sister and Stella on the teak, leather couch.

"I get you two days in a row? Time to play the lotto. Give me some numbers," Max said and wrapped her arms around Nayeli's shoulders.

"You're so extra. Hey Stella." She leaned over to hug her sister-in-law and rub her rounding belly.

"Hey Nye. How are you?"

"I'm alright, you?"

"Gassy. Your niece has decided she hates everything that tastes good."

Nayeli cooed at Stella's baby bump, trying to imagine what she would look like when her own belly was swollen with a son or daughter. Hopefully she'd be blessed with both.

"Three more months until she gets her eviction notice," she said excitedly.

"I'm hoping I get lucky and she comes a little early. If not, somebody will have to induce me. Max was miserable walking around with Diesel past her due date."

"Oh, I remember that. She looked like she was going to cry up until her water broke."

"Which is why you're carrying this time around," Max said to Stella.

"Speaking of, where is my nephew?"

"With Craig until Monday."

"Ooooh, what you guys got planned?" Nayeli asked.

"We're driving to Malibu for the day tomorrow. See the sights, hit up Nobu."

"That'll be a cute little date day."

"Yes, we need it. I'm sure you do, too. Maybe you and Jalen can come with us?" Stella suggested, and a sour taste filled Nayeli's mouth. Maxine hadn't shared their conversation with her wife. Nayeli didn't know whether to be upset or grateful.

"I kicked him out," she revealed, feeling uncomfortable with two pairs of eyes looking directly at either side of her face. Stella placed her hand on her stomach and sat up to get a better look at Nayeli's eyes.

"Did I hear you correctly? You said you kicked him out?"

"Yep. That's a done deal."

"I knew you could do it, but I wasn't sure you would. I'm proud of you, Baby Love," Max said and gave her sister another hug because she knew it was needed.

"Thank you." Nayeli closed her eyes and sighed. For a while, she didn't think she would go through with it either. It was part of the reason she cried so much. She didn't want to let go, but she knew that she had to. The days of her accepting apple cores, mushed peas, and stewed cabbage were over.

"What happened?" Stella asked, shocked at the new development.

"Our priorities didn't align the way I thought." Easiest way to put it without saying too much. She didn't want to repeat the story over and over again. Her wounds had enough salt in them.

"I'm sorry."

"I'll get over it. I'm not the first woman to be bamboozled, and I won't be the last."

"You seem a lot more calm and sure about it than you did yesterday," Max noticed.

"As soon as it clicked that he was only worried about his wants and needs, it was an easy decision to make. Even pleading his case, there was no compromise. It was just a no on his end. No discussion or explanation. Just no. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I'd be sacrificing my dignity if I let the relationship continue. I can't live the rest of my life only being that man's girlfriend or baby momma. I'm worth more than that."

"Damn right, you are." Maxine wanted to take her words back. Proud was an understatement of how she felt. She never thought of Nayeli as weak, but she knew she loved hard. She thought it would take more for her little sister to walk away from a relationship that spanned half a dozen years. Thank God she was wrong, "Did he go quietly?"

"No. I'm not even sure he's gone. I told him to pack the rest of his things and be out by 6 today. He was putting up a fight, but I had a party to cater. I couldn't stick around to watch him, and I really didn't feel like listening to him beg when I know nothing is going to change. He has an interview in LA on Monday, so he should be out of the house tomorrow at the latest. If his stuff isn't gone, it's getting donated to a shelter. I'm changing the locks in the morning."

"Good for you. How was the party?"

"Interesting, to say the least." Nayeli sighed again. No one could have expected the turn of events she faced. A lot of bad came with the good, though the latter did tip the scale. She was happy to be free.

"Say the most," Max urged and muted the TV.

"Grace thinks I've been adopted into a new family."

"Don't fall for it! They want free dessert!" Stella said, eliciting laughter from all three of them.

"A few people thought Ezra and I were dating. I had to shut that down quickly."

"Who's Ezra?"

"Father of the birthday girl, and let me tell you, the man spared no expense. They had a freaking rollercoaster in the parking lot."

"Why not just rent out an amusement park if you're going to go that far?"

"I didn't ask. Not my money, not my business."

"That just seems excessive for a birthday party to me. You got people to come out and build a rollercoaster that's only going to be ridden once or twice? Then they gotta take it down after a few hours?" How much money did the man have to blow, and who the hell was he? Maxine stared at Nayeli in confusion.

"I'm with you, but Tatiana is his whole world. I'm sure she got exactly what she asked for. She picked out the entire spread I made."

"I want to know why his family thought you guys were dating."

"Yes, babe," Max said, "It's time to start asking the real questions because that's a first."

"We're comfortable around each other. I guess a little too comfortable." The way she was being looked at made Nayeli nervous. She didn't want to give off the wrong impression, but playing the day back in her head, she could see how one could come to certain conclusions.

"I'm not following. Explain. You never mentioned an Ezra to me or Leti."

"Because I don't know him well. I've only been around him a handful of times." Though she knew him a bit better, now, thanks to Carmen and Brandy.

"You've been around long enough for his people to think you were together."

"I guess it's kind of easy to jump to that conclusion when a man follows you around a party."

"He followed you?"

"According to his sister. Well, she said she was watching me, and Tati's mom was calling me everything but my name to anyone that would listen so they just put ten on two."

"Okay, I need the full run-down from start to finish because there's scalding tea you are not pouring, and I don't appreciate it. You got in good with the sister and got issues with the baby momma all in one day?"

Nayeli decided not to make things worse for herself by mentioning that she met majority of Ezra's immediate family and spent a significant amount of time with them, that she spent some time alone with him and on their own with Tatiana.

"It's not tea. I just don't have all the details. They don't get along, so he didn't communicate to her that we were coming. She thought we were trying to crash the party and got snippy, and he checked her. She hated my guts after that. She tried to make me leave and everything."

"Please tell me you cussed that hoe out."

"I politely let her know not to mess with me. A curse word was used."

"Man, hell no. You're better than me. Ain't a check in the world worth some bitter baby momma drama."

"Listen, I didn't even need the instructions. I was trying to leave before she came up to me because I knew she had a problem, and I didn't want smoke. Ezra and Tati asked me to stay."

Maxine's eye twitched, and she looked at Stella who was already looking at her. Yeah, Nayeli was definitely comfortable.

"Why?" Stella asked.

"He said he has a good feeling about me."

"It sounds like he wants a taste of the honey pot to me," Max teased.

"I have nothing to taste. Being only a few hours removed from a relationship can make anyone dry out for a while." And seeing the aftermath of not one but two relationships that had blown up, she wanted to steer clear for the time being. She had a lot to prepare for in the upcoming months.

"It's the opposite. Most people get under someone to get over someone else."

"When have you ever known me to do that?" Nayeli asked.

"Never because you wanna be Mother Teresa so bad." Maxine rolled her eyes and unmuted the TV as the commercial ended and Wicked Tuna returned.

"I just don't believe in creating soul ties with random people."

"But it's fun."

"Toxic."

"At least I'm real about it!" Maxine was always honest. Sometimes too honest, but Nayeli preferred it that way. She knew he could always get the real from her big sister, "How are you holding up?" she asked because despite Nayeli seeming calm, she knew the family baby was likely reeling on the inside. She rubbed the top of her back.

"I'm hurt, but I know I did the right thing. You were right in telling me that I had a choice to make. I chose myself."

"As you should. Every single time." Maxine wished she had her sister's strength. There were many times she should've walked away, but she was hard headed. Stubborn. Determined to see things through even if they were bound to fail. Nayeli had the balls to choose herself. It was admirable, so when Maxine heard sniffling and saw a few tears drop, she wrapped her arms around her sister and held her tight, "You're gonna be okay," she promised. She would see to that.

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Empty. Her home felt empty. Artwork was gone. Pictures were gone. The TV in her bedroom was gone. His clothes were gone. His shoes were gone. The bathroom was void of his razors and body wash.

One toothbrush remained, hers.

All traces of Jalen were gone. Just like she wanted. Nothing left behind but a hole in her chest. Truly alone for the first time in twenty-four hours, Nayeli walked into her bedroom and changed out of the clothes she borrowed from Stella into a loose t-shirt and a tattered pair of sweats. Stepping into her solace, she walked to her planter boxes and gently brushed her fingers over the leaves.

The sun warmed her skin as she spent time in her garden, breathing through the pain in her stomach. She watered her trees and veggies, allowed some tears to escape. Breathed some more until she needed to sit because she felt light headed. Tears fell faster as she sank to the grass and braced herself against the side of a planter box.

Her hand brushed across a scratch in the wood, and she looked down to make sure she didn't get a splinter. The scratches were prominent, along with the memory. They came from her nails, grooves carved from feelings of ecstasy flooding her body while Jalen plunged in and out of her on the grass.

For the third time that morning, she burst into tears.

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Throwback: Tone Loc-Wild Thing

Tone Lōc's "Wild Thing" was one of three singles on his 1989 debut album Lōc-ed After Dark. The raspy-voiced rapper from Los Angeles collaborated with Young MC on the song inspired by Fab Five Freddy's dialogue in Spike Lee's She's Gotta Have It. Freddy had asked a woman to do the "wild thing" which was slang for sex. Michael Ross co-produced "Wild Thing" and founded Delicious Vinyl with Matt Dike asked Young MC to work with Tone Lōc on a song based on the phrase after hearing it in the movie. The lyrics were simple but conveyed an adult topic in a way that was safe for radio. Dike and Ross sampled Van Halen's "Jamie's Cryin,'" "The Dogs" and the trailer from Lee's film, and the Rocky Raccoon tribute for the beat. "Wild Thing" took off and became one of the era's biggest hits. Tamra Davis directed the video and used Robert Palmer's "Addicted To Love" visual as the prototype and "Wild Thing" was played on MTV around the clock. Tracy Camilla Johns, who starred in She's Gotta Have It, appeared in the video. "Wild Thing" still has a pulse in the culture having been sampled 72 times most recently on Rico Nasty's "Money" feat Flo Milli. Snoop Dogg and Bob Sinclair recorded an electro version of the song released in 2012. Tone Lōc still tours and did a show at the Mohegan Sun Casino with Flavor Flav, Kid N Play, and more in January.