#spilled jnk

[l0velyh4rbinger]

Fear of change

/exactly one person wanted to see this so/

I saw the moon tonight

It showed like your smile

Big and bright

I heard a song today

It was like time with you

Slow and joyous

My heart beats more with you

I can't keep my eyes from you

Taking in all of your being

You are my muse,

The inspiration behind each word on my page

Like a tune stuck in my head,

You swirl around inside my mind

Not letting go of my affection no matter how hard I try to focus

It's always you.

Your eyes bore into my soul

Searching for a hint of hesitance

You'll find out

That's all there is

Every word I say

Every text I send

Is carefully crafted to

Keep my feelings hidden

I wish I could say it outright

But even that wouldn't be enough

To convey my emotions

My care for you

Because with every passing minute

I become for desperate

More impulsive

Just to get your attention

My love

You are my worst distraction

The thing that keeps me awake at night

The one who I just want to hear say

Say my name

Call out to me

Tell me that you feel it too.

I don't know if I'm being crazy or

If what you said last night was flirting

Because

I'm oblivious to all of it

Blinded even,

By you.

Because when the fog clears

What if you're just being a friend

What if I'm wrong and everything I've been interpreting has been off

What if I lose you.

I can't lose you.

So I'll just keep hiding it.

Making sure you don't know that

I'm falling for you.

Making you don't find out that I can't keep you away from my thoughts

That you have been the one to change everything.

The one who I just wanna to kiss, who I want to hold and be held by

The one who I want to call me yours

So please

Say

Say you love me

Say my name

Call me yours.

[dc41896]

There You Are

Something I thought of inspired by the song “There You Are” by Zayn. Hope you guys like it☺️!

Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: Bit of angst, drunk reader, fluff mixed in

Need you when I'm broken, when I'm fixed

Need you when I'm well, when I'm sick

Friends that I rely on don't come through

They run like the river, but not you

The erratic knocking at his hotel room door makes Chris turn on the bedside lamp as he sits up annoyed and confused. Picking up his phone, the time read 2:17 am making him mentally groan as the knocking continued.

“Hold on!,” he called out as he slipped on his sweatpants draped over the lounge chair in the corner and pulled his hooded jacket over his arms before lazily zipping it up. Coming closer to the door, he slightly pauses now hearing humming mixed with faint giggles only making him more confused and eyebrows knit together.

Although warped due to the view from peephole, he could see you clad in your satin like, short, black dress leaning against the door swaying to the song coming from your smiling lips. You ran into each other earlier at a wrap party neither of you knew the other would be attending, and briefly talked before going your separate ways for the night agreeing to try to meet later to catch up on lost time.

So why you were here at his hotel room, he had no idea.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?,” he asked once opening the door to see you visibly drunk, heels in your hand, as you continued to sing to yourself and dance as if he wasn’t there.

“I jus keep em satisfied on the weekend,” you giggled leaning forward until your head was nearly at your knees. If it wasn’t for Chris reaching out to hold you up by your waist, your body would’ve eventually touched the floor as well. Head tilted, you dreamily take in those familiar features that always made you weak. His soft beard covering that sharp jawline, barely noticeable freckles speckled near his adorable nose. And the cherry on top, his bright blue eyes shielded by those infuriating long lashes that you, and probably every woman in the world, were envious of.

“Hi,” you whisper being met with his small smile.

“Let’s get you inside.”

His arm moves to wrap around your waist holding on a bit tighter noticing your unsteady footsteps. Really they shouldn’t even count as footsteps since you barely moved your feet, instead letting them slide along the carpet as he took a couple steps back.

“You feel sick?,” he asked closing the door behind him with his foot before padding across the cool floor with your chests firmly pressed against each other’s. Shaking your head no as he carefully sits you on the edge of the disheveled bed, you instantly fall back laughing with your arms stretched out bringing them up and down trying to make snow angels.

“Comfy.”

“Glad you feel at home,” he chuckles to himself removing your phone from your purse. Luckily he knew your passcode would be your birthday from being friends for so long. “I’m gonna call your boyfriend to pick you up okay?”

“We broke up,” you sigh, stopping your arms movements.

“Oh...I-I’m sorry.”

“Yep. Last year.”

“Wait you broke up last year?,” he repeats stepping closer to the bed leaving your phone on the dresser next to your purse. “But earlier you said-,”

“I lie.”

“So,” he starts as he sits next to you. “You’re out here on your own and came here all by yourself?”

He couldn’t help but think of everything that could’ve gone wrong during your journey making him want to hold you close being glad that you were, for the most part, okay.

“Mhmm,” you nod looking up at him with innocent, doe like brown eyes as if you saw nothing wrong with what you did. Fingers raking through his messy hair, he quietly sighs sympathetically peering down at you.

“It’s good you made it here safely, but promise me you won’t do that again.”

Whispers in the background, behind closed doors

I got myself in a mess and without you I'm in more

Oh, I'm a little drunk now, that's why I went to war

Oh, yeah, you are my sober when I'm on the floor

“...I’m a terrible person,” you slur, back still pressed against the mattress.

“No you’re not. That’s just the shots talking,” he replies returning beside you with a bottle of water from the minibar. “Here, so you’ll start to feel better.”

“But I am,” you insist holding onto his arm as you sit up. “I hurt people.”

He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips and the amused look that spread across his face. You were one of the nicest people he’d ever met, so to hear you, or anyone for that matter, call you terrible, or anything bad, only made him want to laugh since clearly it had to be a joke.

“Who did you hurt then?”

“You.”

There was an awkward silence as his eyes slowly shifted from you to the plastic bottle in his hands. He wouldn’t say you hurt him those few years ago, but he was definitely left with unanswered questions. Your friendship seemed to slowly be turning into something more as texts became more frequent and calls became longer, lasting into the early hours of the morning. You even started visiting his place more after being prompted with his many invites, and persuaded by pictures of the beautiful scenery that surrounded him.

“Ugh so jealous😩! Rather be there than stuck with this meeting” you’d reply to his small video clip of the sun shining down on the terrain in front of him and Dodger during their hike.

“Come by after and we can go again😋”

“Hmm...maybe I will☺️. Don’t tempt me with a good time lol”

“😂 wasn’t trying to purposely tempt you, buttt not gonna lie and tell you not to take the bait😉”

One day though, the mood between the both of you shifted as he felt you become more distant. Chris thought that maybe it was something he’d said or done and tried to talk with you about it, but you kept avoiding it.

So much so, that you eventually left without a warning not telling him until he tried to come see you.

“Don’t worry about that, get some rest.”

“You’re so amazing, and kind, and-and beautiful! I was scared, and always I run,” you sniff hanging your head. “You d-deserved better, I’m terribully.”

Palms finding your cheeks, he gently tilts your head so you’ll meet his soft eyes while his thumbs wipe away the couple tears that just started to fall.

“Hey, you’re not terribully okay? Yea we have some things to talk about, but we can do that later. Your mind doesn’t need the stress right now.”

His calm voice and sweet words only make you feel worse as a few more tears fall to meet his hands.

“And you’re patient. There for me,” you add playing with the zipper on his jacket. “I mess up.” Noticing your slight shivers, he moves to his open suitcase getting one of his sweatshirts.

“Think you can put this on by yourself?,” he asks to which you nod yes. “Go ahead and change. I’ll be right outside the door if you need me.”

Only you know me the way you know me

Only you forgive me when I'm sorry

“Y/N? You okay?,” he asks a few moments after no longer hearing you shuffle and stumble about. Peeking in, he softly chuckles shaking his head at the sight of you sleeping across the bed in his sweatshirt. He gently lifts your head placing one of the many hotel pillows under it before pulling the comforter over your bare legs.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble sinking your face further into the side of the oversized hood pulled over your head.

“Shh, get some rest.”

Taking one final look at your still body to make sure you were okay, he moves towards the couch with head cycling through all those feelings he thought were buried deep enough he’d eventually forget. Who was he kidding though? Even after everything that happened between you two he knew those feelings would always be there.

And seeing you tonight practically glowing; looking every bit as angelic as he remembered only confirmed it.

———

Eyes slowly opening to the dimly lit room, your instincts to quickly sit up and take in your new, unfamiliar surroundings are halted by the pounding in your head. All those shots definitely weren’t as enjoyable now as they were going down.

You let your head roam to the best of your ability eventually falling on the navy blue hoodie keeping you warm, bringing back last nights events along with embarrassment and shame as you groan.

“Okay new rule, no more drinking when you’re out since apparently you get diarrhea of the mouth and spill all your emotions when no one asked.”

“So I guess that’s a no to bar hopping tonight then?,” you hear making you sit up with a wince and a few ow’s. Standing in his seemingly shmedium black tee over dark jeans and sneakers, his Boston ball cap shades his face but not enough that you can’t see his dazzling smile.

“H-hey.”

“Hey. How are you feeling?”

“Pretty good, besides my head feeling like I’m gonna have a brain blast in the worst way that is,” you answer making him chuckle as he moves closer to the bed.

“Yea I kinda figured, which is why I got breakfast for you.” Setting down the plastic bags in his hands, he pulls out takeout containers still steaming from the top causing you to mentally aw at his sweet gesture. “Hope you’re okay with waffles, eggs, and bacon. I wasn’t really sure what your go to was.”

“I’d honestly take anything right now,” you softly laugh carefully removing the lid to your waiting food. “Thanks Chris. Not just for the food, but for last night too.”

“Anytime.”

Even when I messed it up

There you are

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[kurou3gi-blog]

Hello. Do you think SM will use an Exo member again for media play now that he hasn't made enough money from his failed "projects"? There was talk of Sehun. I think using Ji again would be a complete mockery that few would believe.

Some media was trolled about hunnie dating with some celeb girl once around 2 months ago.... But it’s funny to see most of ppl ignored it like not thing happen.... And esm led chan*min announced about his postponement wedding like they let him did it to get embarrassed....

Then don’t forget when some of us trolled about maybe ekso members hated jd and doubted why no members help jd to promote his album like they did for other member’s solo... So, we have seen sechan updated their ig for jd’s album promotion...

And think of how netizen reacted to jnk’s confirming.... They did like it’s a joke... Most ppl said it’s fake...  But kdn was bombed by netizen and his fc after his company confirmed his dating.... And some netizens helped dp to make ppl more sure that kdn and his gf is real with more clear timeline evidences...

Then some medias tried to throw a big trash to bigh*t and some |3ts’s members often.... Especially that close friend meeting at the restaurant case on sk’s second locked down period...... ppl blamed those boys even we knew about it only with dp’s words and none of any pic like what it should be...

But no one blame about ekso live steaming to promote jm’s first solo... Even we see how close of each members sitting while they steamed....

So I think it’s no airtime for ekso disadvantage media play.... Except some viral season blind item on twitty and some ppl’s ig for ppl’s tasty.... - -

I think how trump spread cvd19 to ppl and how trump will end this election are more interest than kr artist’s fishy rumor...

Then don’t forget how selena’s fc did with that pinky ice cream and ended with the world warZ inside the blinkverse.... And now... About that nurse uniform case that’s whyg who no care about their artists’s image say they will try to cut those scenes off....

I think now a day of kpop image not beautiful like what they tried hard to propagandize in worldwide eyes view.... And easy to ruin their fc loyalty...

So keep image is a good way than spill the tea for cheap airtime for kpop now....

[afterthesun0617]

I just want it to go away.

As long as I don't see you, or talk to you I won't have feelings for you. But the second you come back. The second we have a conversation, or see each other again regardless of how much time has passed there's always some sort of attraction there (unfortunately). I would never date you, I don't trust you and you don't deserve me. Maybe it's the mystery of it all, the riskiness and excitingness that's been hovering over us the past 5 years. Maybe it's because I used to think you were the one that got away. I don't understand why I feel this way towards you. Why I'm so forgiving towards you. I don't mean anything to you, you treated me poorly, why do I always let things slide with you in the end.

[thoughtfulreminders-blog]

My brain is foggy I can't concentrate or use the words I want I drank too much to escape the pain and the fear of your rejection. I wanted to blur the lines and forget what it feels to love you  to want you. I know what's coming, what always comes, I say the wrong thing and its over I've lost you again. I will never regret saying it, I love you, just the timing and that you didn't feel the same way.

The Daily Reminder

[jump-overthemoon]

take my bones and make your house they will only be used to fuel the fireplace anyways don't worry about the upkeep i cannot lift my arm under yours but let me tell you i will always run faster

[little-miss-tragedy]

Note to self: no matter how hard breathing becomes, you can never stop trying.

you can never give up by (DS) 

[maisjetaime]

I hope everything got better for you this year, and if not I hope it will.

[dc41896]

Oil and Vinegar

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Pairing: Armando Armas (Jacob Scipio)xBlack Reader

Warning(s): Ok so I don’t think this imagine would be considered a spoiler, but just to be on the safe side 🚨SPOILER WARNING!!!!🚨 Other than that, slight angst (I know it’s not the usual fluff what is going on?!?!!!😂)

“Alright guys, this is Armando and he’s gonna be working with us for a while,” Rita introduces to you and the team.

“Wait, as in the Armando that’s supposed to be in jail right now?,” Rafe asks, pausing to look at his boss as if she’d gone mad.

“No Armando as in your new teammate so show him the ropes and treat him as such,” she corrects before turning on her heels to return to her desk.

“Hey I’m Kelly, and over there with the guns is Rafe. By the computers is Dorn and next to him is our other rookie, Y/N,” Kelly introduces pointing to each of you respectively.

Giving you all a slight head nod, he follows Kelly as she begins showing him around the facility.

“Who’s Armando? From what Rafe said, sounds like you guys have history,” you ask Dorn, looking around to make sure your new teammate wasn’t around to hear you talking about him.

“And you would be correct,” he begins with a sigh. “Long story short, he was a person of interest for us during an investigation until some turn of events involving Detective Lowry.”

“I see..” Slowly nodding your head, you turn back to the screen in front of you continuing your work. Still on his tour, you notice him glance your way out of the corner of your eye before shifting his attention back to Kelly as if nothing happened, as soon as you look in his direction.

Although you had yet to talk to him, you could tell his personality was quiet yet intense. Like he wouldn’t easily let anyone in and if you were lucky enough to break down one wall, there was probably 10 more you had to get through. More than likely he wasn’t too thrilled about being on a team either, which would definitely make his time here interesting.

Two years later after a handful of missions and assignments, your predictions couldn’t be more right. He was quiet with pretty much everyone at first, that is until Rafe starting puffing his chest out one day.

“Oye, you might want to calmaté with the big boss act before you get knocked down,” he spoke during one of your combat trainings. Smooth yet a bit menacing, you knew he meant business.

“And who’s gonna do that?”

Shrugging, he places his hands in the pockets of his black sweatpants making a noise with his mouth as if he was thinking.

“I don’t know, maybe me? I’d even put my money on her honestly,” he answered tilting his head in your direction.

“East boys, stop showing your feathers. Plus he has a point Rafe, we all know Y/N could definitely take you out,” Rita adds, breaking the tension and making Dorn, Kelly, and even Rafe, softly laugh.

Not to toot your own horn or anything, but she was right. Yea you might’ve spent most of your time helping with tech, but when it was time for action, no one could touch you.

Being an excellent fighter himself, that usually left you and Armando partners for missions, like the one you were currently on. However being partners didn’t really change his quiet nature. The only time he would really talk to you was about an assignment or if someone else needed you for something.

You honestly didn’t think much of it though knowing how he was. Coming back from the current assignment though, he did something no one could have predicted.

“Where were you?!,” he yelled as you both entered the surveillance truck. “We kept calling you and you wouldn’t answer!”

“Sorry, I was a little busy getting hulk smashed into the wall,” you answer holding your back. “Dorn I got the flash drive and broke through the first firewall while I was inside, but there’s another one I didn’t have enough time to get through.”

“On it, thanks!”

“Next time answer when someone calls,” Armando mumbles walking pass you to reload his gun.

“Sure thing dad.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Relax it was just a joke. What’s your problem?!”

“Right now you!”

“Hey! Armando, Y/N enough! I don’t know what’s going on between you two but get it together and fast!,” Rita yells, the rest of the crew looking back and forth between the three of you to see what would happen next.

Shaking his head, he goes back to his gun as you scoff, sitting down next to Dorn to see what he’s come up with.

———

“What is it?!,” your boyfriend, Wes, frustratedly greets.

“And hello to you too. Is everything ok?,” you ask, back at your usual spot in front of the computer screen searching files.

“Yea it’s fine, just busy with work.”

“Oh ok, well do you want me to call bac-?”

“Listen I don’t have time to talk, I’ll just see you later,” he quickly answers, hanging up before giving you a chance to say goodbye.

“Novio still being a di-?,” Armando speaks, your backs towards each other from him being at computer behind you.

“1. Watch your mouth and 2. He had a lot of work to do so he’s just stressed. And way to eavesdrop on my private conversation!”

“Seems like he’s stressed everyday from the way he talks to you. And I wasn’t eavesdropping, you’re the one having a phone call in the middle of the office.”

“Whatever.” Searching for possible locations of a suspect, all that can be heard in the room is the light clicks from you typing on the keyboard.

“You deserve better Mari,” he replies, his rich Mexican accent breaking the moment of silence between the two of you.

“Is he serious right now?!,” you thought turning around in your seat looking at the back of his head.

“So first you get mad at me for not answering when you guys called and now you’re trying to have a say in who I date?! Last time I checked you’re not my dad!”

“I know I’m not and I’m not trying to be! I’m just saying-,”

“And I’M just saying that I’m a grown adult who can handle herself so thanks but I’ll ask for your help when I need it. Oh and you know my name so I don’t understand why you’re calling me Mari.”

Turning around to face you, you’re met with deep brown eyes that instantly had you in a trance. Although he was so tough, and at times intimidating, they looked so soft and inviting making you wish you could stay that way for a while longer.

“Mari is short for Mariposa, or butterfly. On one hand, it’s a graceful, beautiful creature that can bring light and happiness. But according to the butterfly effect, can also come with deadly consequences,” he finishes looking just as deep into your eyes as you were his.

“Hey can one of you print some-,” Kelly starts to ask before seeing both of you quickly return to the way you were sitting, of course causing an eyebrow to rise as she began wondering what could’ve been going on.

“Yea I got it just send it to me,” Armando replied.

“Will do,” she smirks making eye contact with you donning a look that said “you guys did/were about to do something and I want to know everything,” before backing out of the door.

“Like I said Mari you deserve better.”

“Hmm and let me guess, warning me somehow calms your conscience knowing you’ve done the same?”

“I’ve done some messed up things Y/N, but none of them included mistreating my girl,” he answers momentarily looking down at your lips before turning around to collect all of his stuff to leave.

“Night.”

“Goodnight,” you answer as he walks out the door, backpack hanging from one shoulder. Still collecting your thoughts about what just happened, Kelly walks through the door just as he leaves locking it then putting the key in her pocket.

“Alright spill what happened or you’re never leaving this room,” she states sitting next to you and giving you a much needed laugh for the day.

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[ghosts-of-ainslie]

I’m not fucking sorry Tell them all I won I’m not fucking sorry ‘Dear God, get the gun’

Burn the witch

[jagclass]

She took my hand and led me to a whole new world I wished to be in.

[toborrowtime-blog]

My own apologies sound tired now, like my voice is rebelling against me, telling me I don't mean anything I say. I am sorry. Say that again. I am sorry for being unable to give out my heart, for being frightened of the robbers at night, for leaving it all too soon. I am sorry because I told you I wanted you, when in truth I did not, when it truth I could not. I am sorry for trying to make the words rhyme, for forcing the syllables together, for hearing them cry out, "It won't work." I am sorry for forgetting that time flies, that costs change without warning, that even the strongest get exhausted. I am sorry for not picking up the phone, for freezing in fear of not knowing what to say, for staring at the screen until your name disappeared. I am sorry for losing myself in the music, for dreaming of my future, for being unaware of you standing beside me the whole time. I am sorry for being myself. I am sorry for intertwining my cold fingers with your warm ones. I am sorry for making it appear as if I could not live without you. I am sorry for letting you take me with you. I wish had not. I am not good enough. You do not want me, you do not need me. It shows. At least, now I know that I can respond in kind.

N.L., Apologies for Apologies

[skynamir]

A story inspired by the war in Darfur

The sun shone mercilessly. The heat so thick and heavy, I felt as if it could crush my lungs. I felt like rolling up into a ball and dying. But still, I trudged on. My sleeveless shirt was soaked with sweat, and my bare feet ached with a dull, persistent pain as I trekked along the desiccated path, scanning my flanks for any dangers.

The rich, dark, pitted and scarred skin of the man in front of me glistened with a film of sweat. Several ruptures in his skin oozed blood, mixing with the oily sweat and giving his nearly jet-black skin a reddish tone.

Then, I heard movement along the tall, dry grass that surrounded us. Those behind me took sharper, more frequent breaths. Everyone’s trigger finger tensed. I began to hear my own heart beat, and a large lump formed in my throat. My mouth felt extremely dry. The silence isolated us; it was frightening.

Suddenly, without warning, a chocolate-colored face popped out of the brush near my feet, followed by a gleaming blade. Quickly, I pointed my rifle at him and pulled the trigger, shutting my eyes tightly as I clenched my teeth.

The rifle made an oscillating movement to and fro, getting progressively slower. I opened my eyes. Bits and pieces of brain, bone, and flesh sprayed everywhere, and my face was covered in his parts. He was no more. His skull lay there like a broken eggshell, void of its contents.

I stand there, immobilized by shock and the deafening ringing in my ears. Then, something struck me as if it were a train, and a sharp, momentary flash of pain shot through my arm.

I lay strewn on the ground, looking up at the frenzy of activity around me. I look at a man for a moment, and then his face exploded in a shower of flesh and blood. At that moment, the fogginess surrounding my brain cleared, and the sharp pain returned, becoming excruciating. I give a loud yelp, and another man looks down. Two spurts of blood open from his torso, and he freezes. Another opens in his throat, and he falls first to his knees, then falls back, empty eyes glazed over, staring into the oblivious blue sky.

I shut my eyes, and pray to Allah that this all be but a dream, a night terror. But it seemed as if Allah wouldn’t hear me, for another man with a knife straddled me. He took his blade and slashed at my wound. I shrieked in pain, and he moved to my torso. He held the knife by the hilt, then shoved the blade into my side until my skin touched the crossbar.

I gave a scream unlike any other. The crazed look in the man’s eyes terrified me more than the fact that an entire blade had been shoved into me. Then, he grabbed the handle, and slowly began to pull it out. I screamed, but I began to choke on something. I coughed it out, and it was coagulated blood. Blood began to run down the corners of my mouth, and my brain began to shut down.

He put his face so close to mine, I could taste his breath.

“Weakling,” he began to say, “Weak—”

A loud pop. His pupils widened. He, too, coughed out a lump of blood onto my chest. Then, he slumped over onto me without warning. My vision became blurred, and my eyelids began to close. A figure dressed in camouflage took my assailant off of me, but before I could look at him well, my eyes were shut.

I sat up suddenly, gasping for air, but immediately regretted doing so, as a sharp pain shot through me from my back. I lay back down on the hard mattress, wet with my blood. I inspected myself, fully expecting to be dead. But no, Heaven didn’t have fluorescent lighting held aloft by string, did it?

The tile walls were yellowed and cracked. The air was sweet from decomposing flesh. Flies swarmed the room’s airspace, and my bandages and sheets were dingy and yellow. But I felt safe. As I surveyed my surroundings, there was a man dressed in camouflage, his nose in a thick book, written in Arabic, muttering to himself and fidgeting with a pencil he held in his hand.

He seemed out of place. His large, crooked nose, stubbled chin, and large sunglasses were out of the ordinary, sure, but I looked at his most important and striking feature. His skin was dark, yes, but it was tan, not black.

“Hello,” he said, raising his head from his book, “how are you feeling?”

“Who are you? Why did you help me? Where are you from? Who do you work for?”

“Calm down, calm down,” he said with a chuckle, “My name is Mohammad, I’m from the Egyptian military. Our caravan was attacked by tribal rebels when we were conducting an aid mission into Darfur. We were lost and took a wrong turn, ending up in the middle of nowhere, then we were attacked again by your assailants.”

“Were there any others?” He shook his head sadly.

“But you know,” he began, “it was as if we were drawn to that place. As if Allah himself guided us to you.”

I bowed my head and gave thanks to Allah for saving me. He truly did hear my plea.

What do you think?

[dc41896]

Champagne Showers-Mini Imagine (1)

Ok so me and @fumbling-fanfics were talking about when he posted this on his insta, and I was saying how the video of him spraying Joe with the champagne (I’m guessing..?) gave me two separate ideas for imagines but I didn’t know which one to write. Long story short here’s one of the 2 short imagines based on said video 😂. The second one I’ll put in a separate post 😊

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A post shared by LEWIS TAN (@lewistanofficial) on Dec 13, 2019 at 10:57pm PST

Today was the day you had been waiting for and you couldn’t be more excited. Your husband would finally be returning home from close to a year of filming and you were more than ready to see him in person instead of over the phone via Skype or FaceTime.

Just as you dropped him off at the airport, you planned to pick him up too and spend the rest of the day together finally able to spend a bit of quality time as husband and wife. Because filming started soon after your wedding, you chose not to have a honeymoon so he could complete his last bit of preparation before leaving.

⚔️❤️Boo Tan❤️⚔️: Hey I’m looking on the screen and it says I have a couple more hours until I’m home 😝

Y/N: Yay!!! I’m excited!!! Can’t wait to see you at the house 🥰

⚔️❤️Boo Tan❤️⚔️: Wait what? I thought you were picking me up?

Y/N: Oh...I thought you were getting an Uber👀?

⚔️❤️Boo Tan❤️⚔️: I mean I can if you’re busy

Y/N: I’m kidding! 😂 Do you really think I’d let you take an Uber home? I’ll leave the house in an hour so I can be there in time

⚔️❤️Boo Tan❤️⚔️: I would hope not but then again idk you might be busy! Lol and ok so by an hour than means 2 and I’ll be waiting for you outside then? 😏

Y/N: Haha such a comedian 🙄😂, no I mean an hour smarty. Keep it up and you won’t get the second part of your surprise😌

⚔️❤️Boo Tan❤️⚔️: Surprises?! 👀🥺 ok I’m sorry don’t be mad. LOVE YOU!!! 😘😘

Y/N: Mhmm yea now you say you love me when I mention surprises lmao

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Just as you said, you arrived at the airport about 40 minutes early and decided to wait in the lobby. Plus given the chance that his flight arrived early, you’d be there ready to go.

Y/N: Hey! Just got to the airport, waiting near the gift shop 🥰

Sitting in the leather seat, you felt as if time was slowly ticking by. Every time you looked at the time thinking five or 10 minutes had passed, you were sadly proven wrong by the clock only increasing by one or two minutes.

To keep yourself busy, you scrolled through your Instagram feed, as bystandards passed by. Although you didn’t look up, you could hear excited squeals and ‘welcome home’s as families and couples were reunited.

You tried not think about it, but the more you heard and occasionally saw it made you more anxious to see Lewis. This was the first time you guys were separated for a long period of time and although you hated it, you knew it was part of his job.

Nearly finished watching your third makeup tutorial, your screen was interrupted with a notification from Lewis.

⚔️❤️Boo Tan❤️⚔️: Just landed. See you in a few ❤️😘

Y/N: 😍😍 Ok!! Meet you by the luggage spinning thing? Don’t judge you know what I’m talking about 😂

Heart racing, you paced back and forth trying not to miss your husband when he finally appeared, although you knew it would be hard to miss him seeing as though his stature was very distinct.

Soon though, you see a black ball cap through the crowd paired with shades, a simple grey tee, jeans, and converse walking towards you and causing all your anxiousness to immediately disappear. You told yourself ahead of time that you wouldn’t be one of those dramatic couples in movies that crash into each other and have this grand reunion in front of everyone.

However, your limbs seemed to have a mind of their own as they made you take off towards him and jump into his arms wrapping your legs around him. Kissing him, you feel all eyes on the both of you, but you don’t care or even think about it.

So much for not being THAT couple.

“I take it that I was missed a lot,” he laughs as your reunion is momentarily interrupted. Burying your face in his neck you nod your head, taking in his cologne that you loved so much.

You also didn’t expect yourself to cry, but again your body did what it wanted to do and you were just the vessel that happen to be part of it.

“Aww it’s ok babe don’t cry I’m here!,” he soothes, rubbing your back. “I know, I’m just so happy to see you,” you respond, leaning up to meet his eyes, now visible from him removing his shades.

“I’m happy to see you too love,” he smiles, showing those heart melting dimples.

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After getting his luggage, you both made your way home to start your evening together. You drove as Lewis sat reclined in the passenger seat holding your hand that he occasionally peppered with kisses.

Of course during the ride he kept asking about the surprises trying to make you spill, to which you either told him no to not ruin it or tried to distract him by changing the subject.

“Please keep your eyes closed. I’m too short to reach up there so I’m trusting you to do it,” you instruct using one hand to lead him up the walkway to your house and the other rolling one of his bags.

“I promise my eyes are completely shut. Here I can let your hand go and try to make it to the front door myself,” he replies about to let your hand go to hold his out in front of him.

“No no, let’s not do that and you end up falling in a bush somewhere,” you laugh opening the door. “Ok stand here and don’t open them until I say.”

Letting his hand go, you close the door behind you and place his bags beside it. The only thing that could be heard was your sneakers against the hardwood floor as you moved about the house getting what you needed. “Ok now you can open.”

Revealing his brown eyes, he immediately smiles, mouth slightly agape in shock, seeing the floor filled with balloons as well as black lettered balloons along the wall that read “Happy Wrap!” Before he could say anything, the pop of a champagne bottle made him slightly jump followed by liquid spraying out and covering his clothes from you shaking the bottle.

He tried to run to avoid any further hits from the foaming drink, but you were just as quick keeping up with his every move. “Happy Wrap Day babe!!,” you shout as the bottle seems done with what all it would spray out. “I know it’s not technically today and you guys already celebrated, but I still wanted to do something.”

“Aww thank you, I love it! And there’s nothing wrong with celebrating more than once,” he smiles scooping you up in a bear hug as you wrap your arms around his neck. “So this was the big surprise huh? Spraying me with champagne?”

“Part of it yes,” you laugh kissing his cheek before escaping his grasp to run into the kitchen to get the final surprise. As you returned, you held a small circular cake that had “Welcome Home!” written in red icing in your hands.

“Welcome home love!”

“I cannot believe you did all this for me,” Lewis smiles using his finger to lick some of the buttercream icing off the cake. “Well you deserve it for doing such an amazing job,” you respond before being brought to his lips by his gentle hands.

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