#daveed diggs x black original character

[sillyteecup]

City Lights: 04. Best part

Daveed Diggs x South African!Black!O.C

Ch.4

Warnings:

18+

Swearing/cursing

Oral: m recieving

Soft ass smut

Masturbation

A.N: first off. This chapter is 18+. Secondly, this chapter is not relevant to the plot. I just decided to give you guys nice time for the last time until like the last chapter and the epilogue. I'm joking. I don't know if the misery will last that long. Anyway, enjoy, I love you❤️(p.s excuse my terrible depiction of giving head. I'm sorry ❤️)

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Sandhurst: Xaluva/Mokoena residence

06 April 2020

7:30 p.m

In the month Mawande had been with Daveed so far, things had been pretty good. Yeah sure, black Twitter but other than that she was good. Her friends although shocked, were happy for her her, her family seemed okay with it and the country was generally accepting of it. Sinovuyo? No reaction so far, but she didn't wanna think about that.

She just wanted to make the most of the weekend she'd be spending with her man. Unrealistic as it seems, Amo, Lulama, Neo and Rafa were out of town. Amo and Rafa in Cape Town, Neo in Mpumalanga, and Lulama in New York. All of them out of the province for a weekend. A weekend Mawande was not about to let go to waste. Even if it meant they were just relaxing on the couch in one of Daveed's Oakland t-shirts and a panty, going over their scripts, she was okay with it.

Well until she got bored that is. Her head on his lap, she reached up and gave his jaw a gentle tap with her finger, signaling that she wanted attention. "No. We said we'd do this for 3 hours and I'm pretty sure it hasn't even been an hour yet," he scolded her, his eyes still on the paper in his hand. Just as Neo and Lulama always said, Mawande had this tendency of forgetting how old she was when she was around Daveed. "Haa (this is whiny and soft) but I'm bored," she whined. He paid no attention to her. Her eyes widened in shock. "Yoh. Bomb?" she gasped. "Okay," she hummed to herself. Just as Mawande was about to reach for the script, an idea popped into her head. She grabbed her phone which got a side eye from Daveed. "Relax, I'm just playing music. I need to concentrate." He nodded and went back to his script. Mawande went straight into Apple music and played Sweet time by Raveena. She put her phone back down and sauntered to the kitchen.

"Two birds on the window. Sunday morning limbo. I'm dancing in a bigger room," she sang softly as she gracefully moved towards the fridge. She grabbed the can of whipped cream and smirked at it before closing the fridge and sauntering back to Daveed. Instead of returning to her place on his lap, she settled in between his legs, sitting on her heels. Daveed looked over the paper at his girlfriend and raised a questioning eyebrow. "What are you doing?" Mawande simply smiled and batted her eyes innocently. "I'm taking my, sweet time yeah," she sang as she caressed his hairy legs, pushing the hems of his shorts up to his pelvic area. She took the whipped cream and sprayed it on his thigh. Under Daveed's intense gaze, she proceeded to lick it all off before moving to the next thigh and doing the same thing. She got up and moved to straddle him, only for her to reach for his script and settle in between his legs again. "3 hours right?" she said innocently as she handed him the paper. He gave her a stern look. As if he was saying "Don't start with me". But she didn't care. She watched as he made the decision to go over his script and smirked. She had a boner to take care of.

Standing on her knees, Mawande reached for the waistband of his shorts. Daveed adjusted himself so she could take them off completely. Her eyes widened when his dick sprang out. "Shit," she muttered. Daveed smirked behind the pages. Everytime Mawande saw his dick, her reaction would always be the same. No wonder she could never get it in fully. Though she always wonder what it would feel like inside her. Oh well.

Mawande used a little bit of the cream on the tip and licked it all off with the pre-cum. She looked up at Daveed. The man was struggling to keep his cool. Mawande could tell that he wanted nothing more than to grab her hair and fuck her throat. But he couldn't. Because she said so. That was the rule they had made up. He or she or pleasures the other orally, gets to make the rules in that particular situation. So he had to listen to her and read or she'd stop. Once again grabbing the can, she sprayed the whipped cream down his long length, making him shrudder. Taking a second to admire his strained face screwed up in concentration and focus on his script, his tense body and his creamy dick, she licked her lips.

Finally Mawande took him into her mouth. Well she took what she took could of him into his mouth and got to work. Tongue swirling around him, savouring the taste of his salty delight mixed with the slightly sweet cream. Like a candy cain dipped in caramel. She could feel him twitch and brought her delight. "Shit baby," she heard him choke out. Holding on to what she couldn't take in, she bobbed her head trying to give him the best pleasure. At this point he was throat deep inside her nearing release. She glanced up at him, his eyes were shut tight as her hands made contact with his balls. A single tear had found home on his left cheek as she gagged. His hands were twitching. Not touching her was torture he just had to endure. Until he couldn't anymore. For the 3rd time in their relationship, Daveed's seed shot down Mawande's throat.

She popped him out of her mouth and wiped the spit and cum off her chin before sending a sheepish grin his way. Daveed let out a breathless chuckle as he put his shorts back on. "I swear you get better every time," he mused. Mawande simply smirked and got up to straddle him on the couch.

"Only you would compliment me on the way I give head."

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Sunsets in South Africa had always been beautiful, hell they were becoming his favourite thing to watch. But Daveed knew the true sight to behold was his queen. Mawande. Cuddled up on a loveseat on the balcony, the pair watched the sun subside as the soft guitar chords of Best part filled the air. It wasn't the first time they'd done this. It had become a regular thing after Mawande confessed that she'd always dreamed of watching the sunset with a significant other. She'd just never found someone with a schedule similar to hers. Daveed didn't mind, as long as it meant seeing Mawande happy and at ease, he'd do it a million times over.

"You don't know babe, when you hold me. And kiss me slowly it's the sweetest thing," she coeed softly. Daveed smiled. He could never get enough of hearing his angel sing. "And it don't change. If I had it my way, you would know that you are, oh." Daveed pulled Mawande closer to him and kissed her on her temple making her giggle. She adjusted herself to face him. She cupped his face in her small hands and sang: "You're the coffee that I need in the morning. You're my sunshine in the rain when it's pouring. Won't you give yourself to me? Give it all, oh I just wanna see."

His lips gently met hers, moving in sync as if God had specially crafted them for each other. Tongues moving in what felt like a perfectly choreographed ballet. But alas, human being need oxygen. Daveed broke the kiss, lips making contact with her neck. Her skin was soft and smooth, Daveed would make it his canvas and leave it decorated with dark dacels of his love for her. She rolled her hips, only plunging Daveed deeper into arousal. His hands journeyed up her body to her breasts. His left hand rubbed circles on and flicked her left nipple. The other hand tugged and squeezed, eliciting a stifled moan from Mawande. His left hand abandoned her nipple and went straight for the lace fabric covering her sex.

Their eyes met once more for a non verbal agreement. Both dark with lust, they silently made reached a mutual decision. Pushing the material aside, he pushed 2 fingers into her soaking wet pussy making her gasp. "Holy shit, its like a lake in here," he chuckled. Her hands found themselves knitted in his curls, tugging as he chased her orgasm. She came but Daveed wanted more. He wanted more than to make her cum with his fingers or fingers. He wanted to be inside her, to fill her up. To paint her walls with his seed. He wanted to explore every aspect of her body. He wanted their first time to be slow and gentle.

"I wanna make love to you," he whispered into her ear. She nodded breathlessly. He smiled and picked her up and to carry her to her bedroom. Daveed laid Mawande down gently and slowly removed her panties while kissing up her thigh. Her aroused state was a sight he never wanted to forget. The way her skin glistened and her plump lips parted. He loved it all and wanted to treasure it.

He was thrown out of his thoughts when an fluffy black cushion hit his face accompanied by a giggle. "I am so sorry but I called you 3 times and you seemed far gone," she snorted. He chuckled at her behaviour. "I am so gonna get you for that." He dove onto her bed and got her in a light tackle. His fingers attacked her side, making her burst into fits of uncontrollable laughter. "Ha-ah (no) Daveed I said I was sorry," she said between laughs.

He stopped.

"Beg," he said smirking down at her. Her eyes widened in shock. "You high on tik shame," she said. Daveed grinned before pinning her against the headboard and continuing his tickle attack. "Okay okay! Please, please, I'm sorry daddy," she cut herself off immediately. Daveed heard her though and he was amused. He raised an eyebrow and smirked at her. "Who?" "Daveed," she muttered stubbornly. "Is that right?" he taunted. Not giving her an opportunity to answer, his hands made contact with her sides again making her erupt into even more laughter. "DADDY! I SAID DADDY!" she yelled in surrender. He stopped to stare at her in sheer amusement. "I'm sorry if it weirds you out, I just-" she was cut off by a soft kiss. "It's okay. I'm not complaining. I actually like it," he shrugged. "Can we do that tomorrow though? I just wanna love every fibre of your being tonight," he suggested as he kissed her hand. She nodded shyly.

He knew she was no virgin but damn she seemed so innocent. Sometimes he forgot about her filthy her mind was. He'd have to take care of that tomorrow though. Tonight was all about worshipping the goddess that lay before him.

"Condom?" he asked her. "IUD," she shrugged. He grinned. She took her t-shirt off and moved closer to Daveed. His eyes drank up her bare form, every curve, every stretch mark, every scar from her childhood adventures. She was a work of art on her own. Probably the most beautiful one he had ever laid his eyes on. He laid her back down and got in between her legs. He stroked himself a few times before entering her slowly. The sight of her arching her back made his head spin as he repeated the action a couple more times. As much as her lustful moans were music to his ears, he needed to taste her lips. He leaned down and kissed her as he gently thrust in and out of her. Finally her walls clenched around him and she came. It was that moment where he had heard the most filthy yet beautiful sound to escape her lips. The sound of her entering pure euphoria. Eventually he reached his climax and came with a growl, filling her up with his seed. He rolled off her and got off the bed. She followed and reached up to kiss him. "That was fucking amazing," she sighed in content.

"Now as much as I enjoyed that, I can't stand being sweaty for too long, so are we taking a shower or a bath?"

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Sandhurst: The Xaluva/Mokoena residence

10:23 a.m

The next day

Daveed slowly opened his eyes awakening from his slumber. The first thing in his line of sight was Mawande, light breaths escaping her slightly parted lips. The natural light of the sun made the exposed skin of her back and shoulder glow. Her dreads laid sprawled all over the pillow, covering most of her face.

Time and time again he had to reassure her that she was beautiful, even in her sleep. Mawande always disagreed saying "Nope, I look like the bloody Grinch."

She got restless and began twisting and turning, accompanied by a few barely audible groans before finally waking up to a smiling Daveed staring at her in nothing but admiration. "Mmm morning," she murmured. A tired smile etched itself onto her face. "Mornin' love." Both their voices were still hoarse from the night before.

"You look absolutely beautiful," he said leaning in to kiss Mawande. Before their lips could meet, Mawande groaned in disdain and shook her head in disapproval while pushing his face back. "What?" Daveed chuckled. "Morning breath mixed with a fuckload of last night's alcohol. Eintlek you're trying to kill me neh?" she said with a fake gag accompanied by a look of disgust. "Oh come on," he pleaded with a pout. "Nope, umlomo wakho uyanuka (your mouth stinks). Hambo xukuxa bruh (go brush your teeth)," she grumbled. The only reason why he understood what she had just said was because she had said it a number of times before.

"Well yours isn't any better," he snarked. "Well you don't see me trying to kiss you now do you?" she shot back with a smirk. He pushed her face back and got out of bed. She laughed and stretched her arms before getting out of bed and stretching the rest of her body. Daveed had seen her naked before, but her bare form in the morning light was just a different sight. She truly was a goddess. Once again he was separated from his thoughts by a pair of shorts making contact with his face. He shot his grinning girlfriend a playful glare.

"You've gotta stop doing that."

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7:00 p.m

Daveed was pretty tired by the time he got back to Mawande's place. He had a work emergency to attend to in Benoni so he had to leave her for 3 hours. He was reluctant, knowing how easily his girlfriend got bored, but she managed to convince him that she'd be fine. He left with the thought that he'd find her seated cross legged on the couch with a book and wine glass in hand. The same expectations he had as he turned the door handle. He walked into the house, but instead of Mawande on the couch, he found rose petals on the floor leading to her bedroom.

Curious, Daveed followed the trail she left and the sound of music until he reached his destination. The candle lit bathroom. A chair and table with a bottle of wine accompanied by a wine glass were stationed next to the bathtub where his goddess bathed. Head thrown back and dreads tied up into a neat bun, her soapy hands caressed her breasts, covering them in soap. Fingers playing with her nipples, running over her areolas. Body covered in soap, still sexy as ever. "Sit back and relax your mind, just ride," she sang as her hands moved down to her crotch.

She knew he was there.

Daveed was intrigued. He wanted to put his hand over hers, guide her to her clit, make her feel the pleasure she deserved. Instead he just took a sip of his wine. "Sit back, relax, just ease your mind," she cooed when her fingers made contact with her clit. Daveed was mesmerized by the sigh beholding him. But he was also curious. "What did I do deserve this?" he asked, intrigue evident in his tone. "Mmm nothing. Just thought you'd like to keep me company. Perhaps tell me about your day? Talk to me." Daveed was suprised that she could say so much in her rather...interesting condition. "Loyiso, Thomas and I had to re-shoot a couple of scenes because Shona had extra ideas for it. It all went pretty smoothly really," he shrugged as he took another sip of wine. "How was your day?" he added.

Her eyes clamped shut as she hit a sensitive spot. A gasp escaped her parted lips. "Fuck," Daveed murmured. At this point, he was hard and positive she didn't know how beautiful she looked. "It was okay. Read a book, finished it, and now here I am," she shrugged. Daveed's grip tightened on the arm rest, he licked his lips as his eyes drank up the delicious sight that was Mawande touching herself. He could tell she was close, but he never expected her to remove her hand from her pussy.

"I want you to finish me off...Daddy," she whispered.

She sounded so innocent, yet so seductive at the same time. Something in Daveed snapped. He wanted nothing more than to to fuck her. Be it on her bed, against the bathroom wall, in the bathtub, he didn't give a fuck. As long as he got to paint her core with his seed. Their eyes met. Hers had darkened with lust, her pupils had dilated. She wanted it just as much as he did.

"Drain the tub," he commanded lowly.

She wordlessly obeyed. Daveed reached for her towel and gestured for her to move closer to him. He stood up and moved towards the tub, stretching his arms out so he could dry her off. When he felt she was dry enough, he helped her out of the tub and took her hand, walking her back to the bedroom. Mawande took the lotion from her vanity and handed it to Daveed, who used it to moisturize her body till her skin was as smooth and soft as usual. Daveed got up to return the lotion to the vanity before turning his attention back to Mawande. She sat on the bed cross legged awaiting attention.

Like a good girl.

"My good girl," he mused as he stalked towards the bed unbuckling his pants. He stripped himself of his clothing, not once taking an eye off his aroused lover. The hungry look she had gave him life. She was impatient. He could tell. And he had no reason to keep her waiting.

"What do you want Princess?"

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Butterflies – Part Three

Pairing: Collin Hoskins x Black!Reader

Rating: M for Language and Death

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Part One Part Two Part Three

You spent most of the day in your room not wanting to be around Collin. This isn’t the first time you and Collin got into a fight. The last time you could recall, was when he first went to jail and he was complaining about his mom not coming to see him.

A Year Ago

You played with your fingers waiting to see Collin, he’s been locked up for almost a month and the people who came to see him regularly were Miles and yourself. Of course, Val didn’t come but the past couple of times you came to see Collin you would ask his Mom to come along. At first, she would agree but then when it came to the day of she would cancel.

“You got one hour.” You heard the gruff voice of the CO. Collin was escorted to your table, you offered him a small smile which he returned, having been his friend for almost twenty years you knew something was troubling him.

“How you been, Y/N?” Collin pulled you in for a hug, you smiled into the embrace, Even though you saw him last week, it was hard visiting your friend in prison.

“I’ve been good, Collin.”

“That’s enough!” A booming voice barked, Collin rolled eyes and the two of you pulled away. Collin saw the bags of chips on the table and his eyes lit up

“You got some for little old me?” He teased

“Shut up, I only did it because your Mom asked me to.”

“You talked to my Mom?” He asked, you looked at him with sad eyes. The last time you came to visit him, Ms. Nancy had told Collin that she would come to visit with you

“Yeah, uh I know she said she was gonna come with me today, but she wasn’t feeling good this morning…” Collin slowly nodded his head

“Collin—”

“Y/N, I don’t know how she can’t come and see me. I’m her son, Y/N! I’ve been in here for a month and she still hasn’t come to see me. Don’t she miss me?” Collin asked his voice growing loud

“Of course she does, she said she misses you all the time.

“Oh yeah?”

“She said it’s too hard for her.”

“It’s too hard for her?!”

“Hey! Keep it down Hoskins!”

“How do you think I feel? I’m the one that’s locked up!” Collin asked in a loud whisper

“Yeah, over some dumb shit.”

“Oh really? So you been talkin’ to Val?”

“Collin, don’t go there!” You were hoping that this would be a good visit but as time went on you were getting increasingly irritated with your friend.

“How do you think I feel when my Mom won’t come to see me?”

“How do you think she feels? Who do you think called her when you got your ass arrested? Did you know she put a second mortgage on the house to try and bail you out? When I told her that you got arrested the first thing she asked me was did they shoot you? Collin every time I see her or call her on the phone, she cries, the entire time, for you. So, before you get mad think about why she may not want to see her son in handcuffs.”

“Alright, visiting time’s over.” Collin’s CO said and before you knew it they were escorting Collin away from you…again.

You were finishing up a wig for a client when your phone ringed and you saw a text message from Trevon,

You went back to your wig when another text came through, this time from Janelle

The sound of your door creaking open made you look up, you saw Collin slowly entering your room holding a plate of nachos. You tried hard not to smile, nachos were your favorite food to eat. You and Colin would eat them all the time when you were in high school. “Figured you were hungry,” Collin said sitting on the edge of your bed.

“I am, thanks.” You said grabbing the plate of nachos and placing them on your nightstand and joining Collin on your bed. As much as you wanted to discuss your argument from earlier there was an even bigger elephant in the room.

“We need to talk, Collin,” You started

“I’m sorry for not asking about Val, that shit’s foul and it’s your place—”

“I don’t wanna talk about that.” Collin frowned in confusion

“We got gotta talk about the other night, because you can’t be getting mad at me when I go out on a date but I have to ‘understand’ your booty calls with Val.”

“They not booty calls,”

“Oh so what are they?”

“I’m trying to work things out with Val trying to see if we have something,” you rolled your eyes and sighed heavily

“Why do you act like you owe her something?”

“Because I do!”

“Collin, when was the last time you heard from Val other than her wanting some dick?” Collin turned his face away

“Exactly!”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You bringing all types of niggas in here!”

“First of all, no the fuck I don’t, two, it’s my house. If I wanna bring a nigga all up and through my house I can do that. Besides, it’s not niggas, I’m actually talking to someone and he’s been here once, try again.”

“I’m doing the same thing!”

“No, you’re not, you getting your dick wet just because some bitch says ‘jump’.”

“Don’t be like that Y/N, we didn’t really end things. I just want to see if there’s anything still there.”

“How many times, does Val have to tell you she don’t wanna be with you? Did she come visit you, put money on your books, did she even call your ass?”

“You don’t gotta give me a history lesson, I know all that shit,”

“Did you know she was gonna let your ass rot in that jail cell? She didn’t even want to attempt bail you out.”

“Y/N—”

“Collin, she’s not good for you. I just don’t want to see you hurt again.”

“What makes you think she not good for me?” You were done talking in circles with Collin, at this point, all you wanted to do was be alone.

“You know what Collin, Imma drop it because you gonna do whatever the fuck—-”

“Nah, air out, tell me why you think Val’s not good for me,”

“I’m not about to do this with you, Collin.”

“Y/N, as my friend, shit, one of my best friends, you gotta air out,”

“Janelle sent me a text—” Your phone ringing interrupted you, you almost ignored it but you saw that it was your Mom calling.

“We’re not done with this conversation,” You said before answering your phone.

“Hey, Mom—wait, wait, slow down. What’s going on?” Collin saw your face drop and instantly grew worried

“Okay, okay I’m on my way.” You ended the call, still trying to process the conversation you just had.

“What’s going on?”

“Um, I gotta get to the hospital, my dad just had a heart attack.”

You stared out the window while Collin drove the two of you to your parents house. By the time you got the hospital your mom told you that your dad was gone. Various memories of you and your Dad flashed through your mind. From learning how to ride a bike to when you graduated from cosmetology school and how your Dad treated it like it was a college graduation. That was your Dad though, he went above and beyond for every event for you and you brother no matter how small it was. Being the oldest, you were always a Daddy’s girl. Life without your Dad never really ran across your mind, of course you knew that he wouldn’t be here forever but you didn’t think that time would be now.

You laid on the twin size bed in your old teenage room, staring at the ceiling your eyes focused on the Nelly poster. If you looked at anything else in your room you would’ve broke. You’ve been doing a great job, so far, at managing your emotions, you didn’t have time to fall apart. You have to be there for your Mom, your brother, and your nephews. The bed sunk letting you know that Collin had got in the bed with you. You insisted that he sleep in your brother’s room. Even though it was still the same size bed in his room as well, you know that he would have more space rather than sharing with you. Collin could sense you were barely hanging on, he turned his body toward you, waiting for you to look at him.

“Y/N,” You ignored him, “Y/N, look at me.”

“Collin, I’m fine. We have to get some rest, we gotta get my brother and his kids from the airport early tomorrow.”

“Y/N, can you look at me? Please,”

“Collin, I’m fine. Goodnight.” You turned off the lamp and rolled to your side, hoping Collin would drop it.

The next day Collin, tried to get you to slow down but if you sensed he was trying to talk to you about your Dad you would change the subject or busy yourself with something else. Your mom made a Instagram post so you were getting calls and text messages all day, it was becoming over whelming. Luckily for you, Collin had to work that evening so you didn’t have to deal with him following your every move making sure you were okay. Your brother, Cameron, and you were now attempting to draft your Dad’s obituary.

“I don’t know why we can’t put that in there.” Cameron mumbled under his breath.

“Because, it’s not important! He only spent one semester there,”

“And? That’s where he met Mom!”

“Cam, we only have one page for this obituary, it’s not an autobiography. We can say when they met and got married, period!”

“So you just gonna cut out an important part of Dad’s life?”

“Cam, I’m not—you know what, I can’t do this. Ever since I picked you up from the airport, you’ve been fighting me with every decision. I’m going back to my place,” You huffed quickly getting your bags together.

“So you just gonna leave?”

“Yes, the hell I am.” You left your childhood home, slamming the door shut, once you were halfway down the block you realized that, you didn’t have your car. You let Collin drive it to work. The walk to your place wasn’t long but it was late, your pride hindered you from walking back to your Mom’s and facing your brother again,

“Damnit,” You pulled out your phone and called the first person you could think of. “Hey, can you give me a ride?”

“Thanks, Miles, for picking me up. I know you and Ash are busy with Shauna—”

“You fam, it’s no problem and I’m sorry about your Dad, he was like the only guy I looked up to.”

“Thanks, Miles. You remember that time he caught you skipping school?” Miles chuckled at the memory

“Yeah, I ain’t know he was following me and shit. He hopped out the car like he the muh fuckin police. Then he had my ass running back home while he drove behind me.” You laughed while Miles reminisced until he got a text from Ashely.

“Miles, go home before Ashley beats your ass.”

“Well, shit I’m waitin’ on your ass to get out my car.” You jokingly shoved your friend before getting out

“Bye, Miles!”

“Ay, when you gonna come braid my hair like Ash’s?”

“Bye, Miles!” You shook your head as Miles sped off. Once you got inside you realized that you hadn’t eaten all day. You honestly didn’t feel like cooking so decided to order something from UberEats. Nothing looked appetizing to you so you decided against it. Sitting on your sofa, glass of wine in hand, you finally had time to yourself, no one asking how you were feeling, no one calling to offer condolences, family members and friends you haven’t heard from in years were reaching out, it was too much. Finally having a moment to yourself, you felt the tears coming

“Y/N?” Collin called out, you quickly wiped your tears, not wanting him to see you cry.

“In the living room.” You called out, Collin walked with takeout boxes in hand.

“Figured you’d be hungry,” you gave him a small smile in return.

“Thanks, Collin, but I’m not hungry.”

“You need to eat something—“

“I told you I’m fine, I’ve been telling everyone I’m fine all day! Damn!” You snapped

“Aight, I was just checking on you!”

“I don’t neeed anyone to check on me, I only want one person to check on me and he’s not here!” For the first time today, you finally cried. Collin sat eside you and pulled you close to him

“No amount of food, texts, or phone calls can bring him back.” You cried into Collin’s chest as he held you. You pulled away and Collin cradled your face in his hands, you leaned into the embrace. He gently grabbed your chin and before you knew it, you were kissing Collin. You were the first to pull away and Collin frowned

“What about you and Val—”

“Fuck Val,” Collin said pulling you in for another kiss.

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CHAPTER XIII.

Her lips quivered as she huffed and hiccuped aggressively. Her feet moved rapidly across the marble floors of the hospital as she rushed to the automatic doors. Her palm covered her mouth as she was afraid that if she dropped it, the people around her would hear her cries.

She sniffled and wiped her eyes with the back of her left hand. She felt so embarrassed, so ashamed, over a situation she had no control control over.

While she was getting her blood drawn by her doctor, it seemed that her body lost control over itself. Her eyes rolled back and began to flicker like an old light bums. Her body shook like she was standing on the icy glaciers in Antarctica with no coverings. Her heart rate increased so high that it almost seemed it would pump out of her chest.

It was a seizure, they told her. It lasted only two minutes, but her primary doctor, along with two other doctors from the neurology unit felt that it seemed so much longer.

They informed her that it could possibly be a case of epilepsy. The look upon her face was horrid. She looked frightened in the beginning, because she came to the realization that she could lose control of her body at any place, at any time. Then, it morphed into a frown, and she couldn’t look into the eyes of any one in the room. She was embarrassed.

Now, she refuses sorrowfully down the street to the apartment she shared with Katya and Adya. For once, she was glad that they weren’t there when she pushed the door open and saw their boots weren’t by the door as they usually were.

Sarai kicked off her shoes and placed them on the designated boot tray by the front door and locked the door behind her.

She sauntered today her bedroom and immediately stripped out of her clothes and into more comfortable clothing. After she finished changing, she crawled into her bed and laid on top of her covers.

As she laid against her comforter, she felt her body slow down and her eyes flutter closed. She fell into a slumber.

-

Two hours had passed when she woke up. She could’ve slept throughout the rest of the day and well into the next day if the buzzing of her phone hadn’t caught her attention.

Sarai turned her head against the pillow a few times then extended her hand towards her nightstand. She swiped the device off the surface.

She unlocked it and read the text message she’d received.

Adrian

— How’s 7?

A pout formed upon her lips. She was so into her emotions from earlier that she had forgotten about the dinner. If she was being honest with herself, she didn’t feel like rushing to put herself together within two hours. She wasn’t in the mood to go out, there was still a lot for her to process regarding her newly found health condition.

Sarai

— So, so sorry, but I’m not feeling up to going out tonight. I’m not feeling well.

She bit along the skin of her thumb as she waited impatiently for his response. Her heart dropped when she saw the three little bubbles disappear after a short while.

She stared at the screen for many seconds hoping he’d reply, but he didn’t. Her shoulders fell and she released a broken sigh. Great, she said to herself, now he’s upset.

She huffed and tossed her phone to the side before stuffing her face back in her pillow.

-

A knock on the front door hindered her from continuing to stare at the gray wall ahead of her. Her eyebrows furrowed as she wondered who’d be at the door unexpectedly. It obviously wasn’t Katya or Adya, as they had keys to their own home.

Sarai hummed to herself as she pushed herself off her bed and tipped towards the front door. She wrapped her arms around herself as she weaved throughout the maze she called her home.

She peeked through the peephole to see who it could be, and her frown slowly turned into a smile. She quickly unhinged the door and swung it open.

“What’re you doing here?” Sarai gushed as she stepped to the side for the person to enter.

“I mean, you said you weren’t feeling good. So, I thought I’d stop by to check on you,” Adrian explained. “Oh, for you.” He held out a yellow bag that was filled with little goodies.

Sarai hesitantly peeled the bag out of his hand and started towards the living room, gesturing for him to follow. “What’s this?”

Inside the bag was a small little teddy bear along with some of her favorite candies. It was such a simple gesture but she appreciated it so much. It definitely brightened her mood. Aside from Katya and Adya, she didn’t have anyone present to pull her out of her occasional funks. It was nice to have another person to care for her, even if they hadn’t known each other very long.

She opened her arms just slightly for a hug, which he immediately accepted. The young man wrapped his long arms around her small frame and squeezed her tightly.

“Thank you...”

Sarai almost melted into his embrace, finding comfort in his stronghold. She let her cheek fall against his shoulder and her small hands gripped his sweatshirt. She inhaled softly, his sweet cologne filling her nostrils. Her body felt tingly and her eyes slowly began to sting. It was only when she felt his hand rub her back soothingly that the dam had broken.

Everything she’d felt and had thought about, things she kept tucked in the back of her mind because she was too afraid to speak about, in addition to the news she received earlier, hit her all at once and she couldn’t control the way she was feeling.

Sarai was never the type to show any kind of emotion that was deemed concerning. Of course, she seemed shy and quiet, a bit standoffish to some, but she never allowed her sadness, anger, or frustration to become evident to those around her.

Since she kept them all hidden, she had no way of expressing them, she had no way of getting any comfort, any closure. Now, she sat in the arms of the boy who seemed to have more care for her in the world, with tears streaming down her face.

She was tired.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

Sarai pulled away just slightly and wiped her damp face with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.

“I come with a lot of baggage, Adrian,” she whispered. “and that’s a huge deal breaker to some. But, I’m tired, to say the least. I just feel stupid crying. We’ve been talking for a few weeks and you’ve already seen me cry.” A humorless chuckle feel from her lips as she snatched a tissue from the box on the side table next to the couch.

Adrian swallowed and shook his head subtly. How could someone so beautiful, so deserving of every ounce of happiness the universe could provide, be so full of pain and sorrow.

He knew from the get go that there was something pulling her down, locking her in place, but he wasn’t going to ask. It wasn’t his place. She was so closed off, and now she was opening up. Slowly, but surely, she was blossoming. It may have seemed as if she was crumbling in her own eyes, but it was growth.

“There’s no shame in letting yourself feel everything. It’s apart of being human, Sarai,” he started. “Let yourself feel. Let yourself be open and speak about what’s bothering you. It doesn’t have to be to me, or Katya, or Adya. Maybe to a notebook, I don’t know, but don’t hold it in.”

He looked into her sad hazel eyes and bit along the side of his cheek. He hesitantly brought his thumb to her cheek, and he softly wiped the falling tear away. “It’s okay. You can cry today then smile tomorrow...”

it’s the first update in MONTHS. i’m trying to see if i can summon the inspiration to write the last 10 ish chapters of this then edit it. ahhh

#original content #original story #original writing #anthony ramos #anthony ramos x black!oc #anthony ramos x black!reader #anthony ramos x poc!reader #anthony ramos x reader #anthony ramos imagine #i love adrian and sarai #adrian x sarai #sarai jones #adrian lorezo #sarai jones x adrian lorenzo #black woman #hispanic man #original characters #hamilton the musical #lin manuel miranda #daveed diggs

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Just Friends (Part 9)

Story Summary: After moving to America for a 3-month long internship, you meet two interesting characters on a boring night out.

Word Count: 4.6K

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, minor drug use, smut, slight dom!Rafa, swearing, and loads of British references (sorry not sorry lol)

Chapter Note: smut smut smut smut smut smut smmmmmuuuuttt

Tag List: lonelydance mysearchforgratification ramp-it-up blndspotting summerofsnowflakes exrthangel honeysucklechocolatedrippin captaintightpants58

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"What did I tell you?" He laughed as he closed the door behind him, "you don't have to take off your shoes when you're here."

"It's the polite thing to do," you smiled goofily up at him, "what if I stepped in something icky earlier."

"I suppose I'd have to clean the floor tomorrow then," he shrugged, his eyes still bloodshot from the joint, "it's a risk I'd be willing to take."

Easy to giggles, you shot him a laugh.

"You want a drink?" he asked you and held up his index finger, "a quick word of warning; my margarita game is off but I do make a mean Long Island."

You arched an eyebrow at him, "Long Island? Are you trying to get me drunk?"

He sent you a smirk, "Your senses are already dulled from the reefer. How much more could a strong drink possibly do?"

"Okay," you laughed, "Long Island it is then - I do hope it's better than the 'Rafa Special' that you made me on New Years."

"Ouch, you big bully," he pretended to be hurt, "I lay down my guard and show you my true self and this is what it gets me? Some ignorant European tearing apart my cocktail game? I'm telling you; if I had just an ounce of self-respect, you'd be in an Uber on your way home right now!"

"I guess I'm lucky that you're completely spineless," you shrugged.

"Did you just say that?" He put down the lime he'd been holding and sent you a bemused smile.

"Let me just check; uh yes I did."

"Say it again and I'll definitely throw you out," he took a step closer to you trying to look dangerous but failing miserably.

"You're spineless," you whispered.

"One more time for Big Rafa, come on," he motioned a come on sign with his hand, stepping even closer to you.

"Spineless," you squealed and ran away from him as he started running towards you.

"I'll get you for this," he chased you into the living room where he grabbed you around the waist and threw you down on the sofa. He sat down on top of you and grabbed your wrists, "say it again," he urged you, as he easily forced your hands above your head, pinning your wrists together with just one hand. It reminded you of the night after New Years and you became strangely aroused by it.

"Okay, I'll stop," you squealed as he tickled your sides, "just let me go."

He stopped tickling you and went completely still, "never," he leaned in and whispered, lips hovering dangerously close to yours, his right hand warm against your ribs. He could feel your fast heartbeat through your black t-shirt as you made a quick decision and lifted your head up to kiss him softly on the lips.

He gladly reciprocated your tender kiss, looking pained as you withdrew your face after just a couple of seconds.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, "I don't know what just came over me."

Rafa let go of you and got up from the sofa, "Yeah," he cleared his throat, "I'm sorry too," he took your hand and helped you up on your feet, "I'll go mix us those drinks," he said quietly.

While he went to the kitchen, you studied the guys' living room. You had only been in here once before and back then, you had been far too concerned with locating your clothes to really have a look around at the colourful posters and their personal belongings scattered around the room. Your eyes were drawn to a small shelf at the back of the room where miniature figures of Calvin and Hobbes stood. You took Calvin in your hand and examined him more closely before putting the figure back on the shelf, moving along to the next item; a gilded gramophone reading 'National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences, Daveed Diggs, Principal Soloist, Best Musical Theater Album - 2015, Hamilton (Original Broadway Cast)' along with what appeared to be a Tony award inscribed 'Best Performance by a Featured Actor in a Musical: Daveed Diggs as Marquis de Lafayette/Thomas Jefferson, 2015 - Hamilton.'

You did a double take as you read the text on the two awards again.

Rafa came in with two drinks in hand, "I see you've found Diggs' awards," he smiled, handing you a drink.

"Are these real?"

"Very real," Rafa smirked.

"Why didn't you tell me? I had no idea!"

"I wanted to see how long it took you to figure out where you know us from," he shrugged.

"Were you in this... Hamilton as well?"

"Oh, god no," he laughed, "and by your tone of voice I'm guessing you have no idea what it even is."

"Not a clue," you shook your head and took a big gulp of the drink, "So let me get this straight: Daveed is a hardcore rapper and a Broadway musical star? I never would've guessed that!" you laughed.

"Yeah, remember the first night when you came up to us and you couldn't remember where you'd seen us before?"

"Of course."

"We thought it was a weird trick just to get us to talk to you. Ever since performing in Hamilton, Daveed has been dubbed as America's fast-rapping sweetheart," he rolled his eyes.

"Are you jealous?" you chuckled.

"Not the least. But we can never go out anymore without people feeling the need to constantly come up to him and introduce themselves. It was fun at first but now it's kind of lost its glory."

"So you thought I was a groupie or something?" You laughed, "yeah, your reactions definitely make more sense now."

"Sorry for being a dick," Rafa looked pained, "Sometimes it's necessary when you just want a quiet night out with your best friend."

"So you were a dick on purpose yet you still came over to me and apologised?"

"I did," he laughed, "I thought you were too sassy to just let go. Especially after I realised that you'd been completely innocent and that you actually thought you just knew us from work or something. It was kind of cute so I felt bad for acting like a douche."

"I still feel like I know you from somewhere else apart from that night though," you mumbled.

"Yeah, I know. Come here," Rafa said and took your hand, leading you to a room in another part of the house where you hadn't been before. The room was lined with different recording equipment and movie posters.

"What is this?"

"Our workspace," Rafa said matter-of-factly, "We record music in here or write lyrics, scripts for sketches or plays. You know. Anything creative."

"I've never met anyone with a workspace like this," you took in the room with awe.

"...and this," Rafa continued, "I'm guessing is where you know us from," he pointed to a poster titled Blindspotting with a laughing Daveed and a tough-looking Rafa facing you.

"Yeah! Yeah that's it! I remember seeing this at the movies back home," you said excitedly as you took in the poster. You remembered thinking that the two leads were cute even back then, "so you're a musician slash actor?" you looked back at Rafa who was smiling at you.

"I prefer creative genius, but whatever..." he hugged you from behind, "your term is just as good I guess."

"Why didn't you tell me that I'd probably seen you in a movie."

"You were so unfazed by me and Diggs. And I knew it wouldn't impress you so I kept my mouth shut and told Daveed not to say anything," he snickered from over your shoulder, "I wanted you to spend time with me because you like me. Not because I'm semi-famous."

"I can't believe you thought I was a groupie," you chuckled and leaned into his arms.

"You're so much more," he groaned. His lips brushed against your neck and he kissed you softly below the ear.

His movements brought you back to reality, "Rafa," you sighed, "I know you're drunk and high but we can't be doing this."

"Mmh..." he hummed against you as he pushed your hair aside, his lips still tracing along your neck.

Slowly, you turned around, his arms still around you. "I'm serious," you said.

"I know," he groaned and let his arms fall flat to his sides with a sigh.

"Maybe I should go," you said, "this was clearly a bad idea. And I have to work tomorrow."

"On a Saturday?" he arched an eyebrow at you, "or are you just saying that so you have an excuse to leave early?"

"As I told you; I'm not even halfway done with the project I came here to do, so I actually do have to work tomorrow," you booped his nose, "I'm probably going to be quite busy the next week to be honest."

"So I really won't get to see you?" Rafa furrowed his eyebrows.

"Minimally," you frowned back.

"Okay, I have an idea; since my place is closer to your lab, I'll cut you a deal; how about you stay over, I cook you a nutritious breakfast tomorrow morning and then I take you to work?"

"I don't know," you said even though you really wanted to spend the night.

"No funny business, okay? This time I'm serious," he grinned.

"You said that last time as well," you laughed, "and the time before that."

"Look, I'll even take the couch and let you have my bedroom. I just want to spend the last few hours with you if I won't get to see you for the next couple of days," he shrugged.

"Okay," you gave in, "on one condition!"

"Anything," he said honestly.

"You go for a dip in the pool," you laughed devilishly up at him.

"What, now?"

"Yep!"

"You're not serious?"

"As serious as a heart attack," you said as seriously as you possibly could in your high.

"Okay. If that's what you want," he sighed dramatically before he turned around and discarded his t-shirt in one swift motion.

"Oh, you're really doing this," you laughed as you followed him out to the pool via the sliding doors in the living room next door.

"There's a lot at stake," he said as he pulled off his sneakers and socks.

"So for this you take off your shoes?" you teased him.

"Shut up," he grinned up at you before his hands started unbuckling his belt, his pants falling onto the tiles with a loud clank.

"Okay, I was kidding," you said as he was standing on the edge of the pool wearing only his boxers, "you don't have to do this."

"Oh, I'm not taking any chances. I'm definitely doing this," he said before he took a deep breath and jumped into the freezing water. He emerged spluttering, "shit, it's so cold," he bellowed as he whipped his hair out of his face and took a few strokes, "are you just going to stand up there and admire me?"

"Oh, the deal was for you to jump in. Not me!"

"Boo, you chicken!" he grinned up at you.

"Well, you're not exactly making a single selling point."

"If you don't jump in, you're not allowed to sleep over."

"You're not serious."

"As serious as a heart attack," he grinned up at you, as he mimicked your words from earlier.

"Oh my god. I cannot believe you're making me do this!" You squealed involuntary but ended up taking off your t-shirt and jeans, dipping your toe in the cold water as you stood in front of the pool in just your underwear.

"Just jump in," Rafa laughed, "What you're doing up there is pure torture."

"Okay. You're right," you took a few shallow breaths before counting to three, jumping in the pool close to Rafa. As you emerged, you pushed your hair out of your face, "so cold!" you squealed, "why did we do this?"

"I did it for you," Rafa laughed, treading waters in front of you, "I actually don't find it as bad as I had anticipated."

"You stay then! I'm getting the hell out of here," your teeth clattered as you began climbing the ladder, a laughing Rafa following close behind you.

You were shivering as you reached the top of the ladder, desperately clutching your arms to keep what little warmth you had left.

"Hot shower?" Rafa laughed.

"Yes, please," you nodded and followed Rafa to the bathroom where he turned on the shower for you as you immediately started undressing, ready to step in as soon as the water turned warm.

"It'll only be a minu- Oi!" Rafa said and quickly looked away. He had turned around from the faucet only to be met by you standing in front of him wearing only your soaking panties.

"Oh relax," you rolled your eyes at him, "you've seen me naked before."

"That doesn't mean it isn't just as... exciting," he gulped, desperately looking at the ceiling, "Uh, there are towels over there and I'll - uh - I'll find you something comfortable to wear for afterwards, okay?" he edged out the door still not looking at you. From the other side of the door he bellowed, "Uhm, on second thought. You can just use my bathrobe - if that's alright with you."

"It's fine Rafa," bellowed back with a laugh as you stepped into the warm water.

You stayed in the shower for a couple of minutes until you felt the heat return to your fingers and toes. You quickly dried yourself off, and pulled on the only bathrobe you could find, assuming that it was Rafa's. "That was lovely," you said as you met him in his bedroom. He was wearing the same trackies you'd seen him in before. "No shower?" you lifted your eyebrows at him.

"We have a cold shower by the pool," he said slowly with a laugh, "and I desperately needed it."

"Oh how old are you?” You laughed at him, “you can't even see breasts without getting turned on?"

"Not when they're yours," his face reddened slightly suddenly matching his eyes, "and especially with your nipples all hard like that."

A cold shiver went down your spine. "Yeah, sorry," you ended up saying.

"Oh don't be," he grinned, "it was a marvelous sight that I'll definitely cherish when I'm alone in bed at night," he winked at you, "it just excited me... Excites me now just thinking about it to be honest," he looked away from you with a small grin, clearly uncomfortable in his own skin.

"Yeah me too," you admitted, "it feels stupid to not be allowed to touch when we're so close to each other in so little clothes."

"We could just say 'to hell with it'?" He smirked.

"No, Rafa," you said sternly as you sat down on the edge of his bed.

He sent you a challenging look, "...or we could - you know - just... talk about it if you want to?"

"Talk about what?" you arched an eyebrow at him. Your decision was non-negotiable.

"Just talk for a while about what we'd like to do if the situation was different," he shot you a wink, "That's innocent."

"No it's not?" you laughed, "Not at all."

"I know," he smiled at you, "I'm just trying to get creative. We have to work with what we got, you know."

"Friends don't talk about what sexual stuff they'd like to do to each other," you shot him a look.

"Hey - can we just cut the bullshit for a few seconds?" Rafa said quietly, his Adam's apple bouncing in his throat as he swallowed hard, "don't call us friends when we clearly aren't,"

"Maybe this wasn't a good idea," you looked at him carefully

"You keep saying that," he sighed, "yet you're still here."

You put your hand on his arm, "I'm having a hard time too, you know. You're not the only one who wants this."

He shot you a sideways glance, "why can't we just say to hell with it then?"

"Because I know myself and this is what I have to do if I want to return to England with a somewhat sane mind."

"Whatever you say," he groaned as he threw himself down on the bed, his legs dangling over the side.

You lay down next to him and you put your hand on his chest, playing with the straps of his hoodie. He pulled you close and caressed your back with his fingertips, "do you want me to go sleep on the couch?"

"You can sleep in here with me," you said softly, "I'm going to miss you the next couple of days."

He kissed the top of your head, "yeah, me too," he said, "the last time you stayed over, my pillow smelled like you for days. It was pure torture. But it came at a price; your hair was everywhere. It was like having a dog again," he laughed.

"A small souvenir," you laughed, "sorry."

"I forgive you. But only because you look so soft in my bathrobe," he brushed his fingers over your back, "do you want me to get you a t-shirt to sleep in?"

"Yes please," you said and let him go to his closet where he pulled out an old tee with the words Raiders written on the front.

"A pirate shirt?" you eyed the logo.

Rafa shot back his head and laughed whole-heartedly, "Damn girl, don't you dare disrespect my favourite football team like that."

"You mean American football team. Your favourite football team better be Chelsea!"

"I'll be partial to Chelsea in soccer if you're partial to the Raiders in football."

"I can pretend I like the pirates," you teased him.

"Oh shut up," he chuckled and walked towards the door, "I'll let you get changed," he said and closed the door behind him.

You disrobed and pulled on his Raiders shirt, glad that it covered you like a dress as you didn't have any dry underwear to wear. A short dress albeit, but still a dress.

"Are you decent?" Rafa asked from the other side of the door.

"Yep," you said and let him in.

"Ah!" he said when he saw you in the Raiders shirt, "my favourite girl sporting my favourite team."

"Don't get any ideas," you grinned as you crawled under the covers.

He stripped down to his boxers and joined you under the covers, pulling you close, "just a bit of friendly cuddling," he whispered against your neck, his hand trailing up and down your sides.

"Okay," you whispered back, enjoying his arms around you.

His fingers brushed from your waist and down your sides all the way below the hem of the t-shirt, fingers coming to a halt on your upper thigh. He lifted his head from his pillow and whispered, "are you not wearing any panties?"

"Uhm no," you said sheepishly, "they were all wet from the pool."

You felt the outline of a bulge emerging against your backside right before he pulled back from you with a groan.

You turned around and faced him, "I didn't mean to torture you on purpose," you snickered.

"I know," he said in a strained voice, "just give me a minute to calm down." He blew out some air and stared determined at the ceiling.

"What are you thinking about?" you asked him after a couple of seconds.

"I'm trying to remember all the players on the Raider's team," he said, "and I definitely try not to think about you on top of me."

A familiar warm feeling spread in your abdomen. Now you were thinking about riding him as well.

"Too much?" he looked over at you when you didn't answer him.

"Ehm," you cleared your throat, "no. No, it's a... nice image," you smiled at him, the heat between your legs growing more and more.

"It got to you too, huh?" he laughed at you.

"Uhm, yeah," you said, "it's probably because we're high."

"That Long Island didn't exactly help either."

"Definitely not. It's too bad we're not allowed to touch..."

"Yeah..." he agreed, "we could... you know... just go to sleep."

"Yeah..." you said. His suggestion from earlier about talking dirty to each other without touching flashed in your mind. It wasn’t as if it would break your code. “Or we could just lie here next to each other and talk for a while..."

"Yeah?" he looked over at you with an excited smile, "what do you want to talk about?"

"Definitely not riding you slowly," you grinned, "or your lips around my nipples."

He gulped, "Yeah, and not your mouth around my cock either. Let's not discuss that."

"Or how you feel when you're inside me," you breathed heavily.

"Oh fuck, no, no we definitely can't talk about that. Or how I'd start off by kissing you all over your body. All the way from the top of your head and down your neck, leaving small teasing kisses down your breasts and all the way down to your ankles. And then back up again to your little hotdog," he said darkly.

"Yeah!" you imagined his warm lips against your skin and felt the goosebumps emerge on your arms, "...and we can't discuss how I'd respond to your teasing lips by pulling your hair while I open my legs for you. Or what you'd do next.”

"Well... in that case, we probably shouldn't discuss how I'd bring out my tongue and taste you while my fingers were slowly working their way in and out of you," he panted. You let out a moan as you arched your back and Rafa continued, "yeah, and you'd moan just like that for me."

"But regardless of how good it felt, I'd still push you away from me and get on my knees in front of you."

"Fuck!" Rafa hissed beside you, fighting hard to keep his hands above the covers.

"I'd take you in my hand and lubricate your glistening head with pre-cum before I slowly move my hand up and down you a couple of times to warm you up."

"I'm already warm, love" Rafa chuckled.

"Good! I'd grab you by the root and I'd lick you all the way from the root to the tip, bringing extra attention to that particularly sensitive spot just below your head," you said slowly, "my soft tongue would be all wet and sloppy as I run it up and down your length while I maintain eye contact with you, showing you that you're in complete control of the situation. And I'd make sure to massage your balls as I continue to pleasure you with my mouth," you breathed heavily, "and you'd look down at me and caress my hair while my mouth was full of you, slowly bucking your hips bringing you further down my throat. And I'd groan around you as you hit the back of my throat, sending vibrations all the way up to your balls."

"Okay, fuck it, I can't take this," Rafa said resolutely and pulled the covers away to reveal the enormous erection tugged away in his boxers. He pulled out his cock and started stroking it slowly in front of you with a few shallow breaths. He shot you a look, "not... against... the rules," he panted as he continued to pump his hand up and down his length.

"Well, if you're doing it, I'm doing it!" you said as you spread your legs, your fingers immediately flying to your core as you looked at Rafa's movements. "What happens next?" you panted.

Rafa took a couple of shallow breaths before he continued, "I pull out of your mouth just before I come down your throat because you know I'm close and you beg me to fill you up instead. So I pick you up from the floor and throw you on the bed and you're looking at me with this hungry look. And I kiss your tits while I slide inside you. And you're so warm and so wet for me," he groaned.

You moved your fingers up and down your slit, fidgeting with your clit with your right hand, while your left hand pushed up the Raider's t-shirt and started massaging your nipple. A small moan escaped your lips as you imagined what Rafa was explaining to you, "and you fill me up completely," you panted, "and you turn me around before you slam into me from behind, smacking my ass and pulling my hair. And you're so good that I grow tight around you, begging for you to let me cum."

"Yes," he groaned.

"- and you pull my arms and fixate them around my back so you have the perfect angle to fuck me while I grow tighter and tighter around you as you slide in and out of me. And I feel this raw heat starting in my stomach and it's spreading fast to the rest of my body as you fuck me faster and harder than you ever have before. And you pull my hair and I moan helplessly for you."

Rafa started moving his hand faster and faster as he was looking at you narrating your own orgasm.

"- and when you finally let me topple over the edge, I scream out your name with my release like this; Rafa," you moaned, "oh Rafa".

"Fffffuck," you heard Rafa hiss beside you right before he came with a loud groan, cum staining his stomach and chest, "fuck!" he continued to pant beside you with his eyes screwed shut, cum still leaking from his tip. His hand was still laced around his throbbing cock, but no longer moving when he desperately opened his eyes and turned his head. "Fuck," he repeated when he looked towards you with your fingers still at work.

"Fuck you're hot!" you panted beside him, looking at him as you drew in sharp breaths, your fingertips slowly entering yourself.

Rafa's eyes flooded with lust once more, "Fuck this," he spat, "come here," he took your hand and pulled you on top of him, your back lying flat against his cum-stained chest. His right hand found your core immediately and he started working his long fingers in and out of you while his left hand was circling your clit.

"Not... part of... the plan," you panted on top of him while his fingers moved in and out of you, his lips kissing your throat and neck.

"Oh, do you want me to stop?" he said and removed both of his hands from your throbbing core.

"No!" you whimpered on top of him, moving around desperate for friction.

"Shut the fuck up then," he whispered darkly against your neck as his hands resumed their positions. He worked like this for a couple of minutes while you writhed and moaned on top of him, your walls tightening around his fingers as he kissed and licked your neck.

"Fucking cum for me," he whispered as he hit your g-spot repeatedly and sent you over the edge crying out his name with pleasure.

His hands moved slower and slower, until he pulled his fingers out of you, his palm travelling all the way up your body, coming to a halt as he cupped your breasts lovingly, "I could get used to this," he whispered, kissing your neck and sending shivers down your spine.

You stayed on top of him for a couple of seconds while he continued to caress your breasts and nipples, kissing your neck occasionally with small sounds of affection.

When you had come down completely from your high, you climbed down from him and positioned yourself under the covers. Rafa pulled on his boxers and snuggled up against you.

"That was not part of the plan," you yawned as he held you tight.

"It won't happen again. Now shut up and go to sleep," Rafa smiled against your neck

#rafael casal x reader #rafael casal #daveed diggs #blindspotting #rafael casal imagine #smut #rafael casal fanfiction #bay boys

[deliciousmeta]

Who matters most in media representation?

Edited and reposted from my personal blog.

In case you haven’t heard, Hollywood is rebooting X-Men, and they’re more than likely going to make Magneto Black this time around.

And, as you may have guessed, people are showing their natural asses.

But there’s nothing the least bit racist about it.

Anybody approaching this issue as if the correct answer is simply a matter of hiring a Black Jew to play Magneto or writing Magneto to be a Black Jew is being insultingly reductive and simplistic, both to Black Jews (*raises hand*) and to the Black actors being considered for the role.

The fact of the matter is...

1. Without Malcolm X and the Black Power movement, there would be no Magneto as we know him today.

The parallels between Malcolm X and Magneto (and Charles Xavier and Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.) have been overt for a long time. Malcolm X and the Black Power movement are built into the DNA of the character of Magneto, whether deliberately and overtly, as it was in the 80′s, or through reflecting the cultural zeitgeist of the civil rights movement in the 60′s. Then X-Men: First Class was released, and that movie beat the audience over the head linking Magneto to Malcolm X and the Black Power movement.

So with Magneto, you have a character whose ideology and methodology are based on a real Black person and movements started by flesh-and-blood Black people but given a fictional backstory as a Jewish Holocaust survivor.

We’ve seen Magneto’s Jewishness portrayed on film. It’s overtly represented in the current roster of X-Men films. Yet, despite how much Magneto as he currently exists owes to Malcolm X and the Black Panthers, specific Black people, that connection to Black history and Black culture is, thus far, purely symbolic.

That’s fucked up.

2. Denzel Washington is not some random Anglo dude.

Magneto is not the role for an unproven actor. Let’s just get that out of the way. Magneto has too much presence and is too complex for the actor who hasn’t proven they have the chops for it.

It matters that Marvel is considering a Black actor to portray him. I’ve heard the name Denzel Washington being tossed around. Him being shortlisted is not random. Leaving aside his credentials–seriously, look them up–as one of the greatest Black actors alive today, he’s played Malcolm X before (you know, the guy the film version of Magneto is strongly based on) and knocked it out of the park. Honestly, I thought his name coming up was a little on the nose.

I’ve heard, "Just hire a Black Jewish actor!”

Name three Black Jewish actors of the same caliber as Denzel Washington, Chiwetel Ejiofar, Idris Elba, or Giancarlo Esposito. And if you say Daveed Diggs, I’m gonna kick you in the crotch.

3. American pop culture has habitually stolen taken from Black history and Black culture while erasing Black people.

The current X-Men films base Magneto on Malcolm X and the Black Panthers yet cast Anglo white actors to portray him. Essentially, these films ripped things from Black history and Black culture, generally the cool and edgy parts, then slapped a white face on it.

Not to mention, the franchise itself did its Black characters dirty. Every Black mutant not named Storm is killed off, and Storm—Storm!—gets treated like an extra.

This fits into the larger pattern of American pop culture “borrowing” from Black culture to seem cool and edgy—and profiting from it—while the Black people and Black struggle that gave birth to that cool and that edginess are erased.

Re-envisioning Magneto as a Black man is one way to correct the X-Men franchise’s role in perpetuating that historical error.

4. American audiences love to play the authenticity police when a Black person gets a chance to play a character wasn’t originally envisioned as Black.

Remember what happened when Zendaya (edit: sorry, it’s Halle Bailey) was cast as Ariel? How all of a sudden, Ariel’s defining trait went from her voice to her hair? There were people arguing, in all seriousness, that Ariel could not be Black because she had to be a redhead. All of a sudden, it was vital that Ariel represent red-haired people.

As if no Black person has red hair and no actor, Black or otherwise, ever dyed their hair red for a role. Like, I dunno, this one:

When Idris Elba was cast as Heimdall, all of a sudden, fidelity to Norse mythology was super-important. When Still Star-Crossed premiered and had Black and Brown people playing Montagues and Capulets, suddenly accurate representation of Renaissance Italy was so critical. When the Star Wars; The Force Awakens trailer hit, as soon as the Stormtrooper helmet came off and revealed John Boyega’s face, all of a sudden, continuity with the Star Wars prequels and The Clone Wars were so important.

Although being a Holocaust survivor is not a cosmetic trait like having red hair or white skin, the pattern of non-Black people suddenly caring about authenticity when a Black person gets a chance to play a role originally conceived as non-Black is still there.

It’s not the comments themselves, but the excessive scrutiny given to Black actors and creators when their chance in the spotlight comes around. We’re seeing it now with the recasting of Batwoman. The issue of Jewish representation, which got put on the back burner when Ruby Rose was cast (when not dismissed outright), is being brought to the forefront now that a Black woman has been cast as the lead.

5. Black Jews are being used as tokens and rhetorical props.

There’s a lot of, “Magneto can be Black and Jewish!” going around.

And the funny thing about it is that the people saying this generally aren’t Black Jews. These same people have zilch to say about the representation of Black Jews in mainstream media. But now that Hollywood is thinking about making Magneto Black, suddenly it’s so important for the world to know we exist.

Uh-huh.

These same people rarely, if ever, pay a lick of attention to what Black Jews have to say about anything else at any other time. So, this insistence that Magneto can be Black and Jewish rings a little hollow.

It’s almost as if Magneto is allowed to be Black as long as he first meets the condition of being Jewish. This would render his Blackness into a cosmetic variance of the presumed norm of Jewishness. And that’s fucking insulting to Black Jews everywhere.

6. In conclusion

The issue of Jewish representation is important. Magneto is a rarity among fictional Jewish characters in mainstream media. He’s not a stereotype or a joke. He’s a complex, compelling character. He’s not a silent, faceless, nameless victim. He’s a force to be reckoned with who demands to be seen and heard. 

At the same time, the issue of Jewish representation is sort of being used as a cover for antiblackness, especially considering the historical and cultural influences that went into making Magneto the character he is.

Frankly, we need to get Storm her own fucking movie already.

#fandom racism #fandom antiblackness #media representation #jewish representation #black representation #magneto

[ozonecologne]

Leslie Odom, Jr. was on Supernatural

If you’ve seen Hamilton, you probably already know who Leslie Odom, Jr. is. He was part of the original cast of the historical Broadway show alongside Lin-Manuel Miranda, Daveed Diggs, and Renée Elise Goldsberry. He played Aaron Burr, sir!

(photo source: EW)

Personally, “The Room Where It Happens” is one of my favorite songs in that whole show, Leslie’s performance was incredible! You can even watch a bit of it here -- look at that choreography! In fact, he was so good in this show that he won a Tony award in 2016 for his performance as “Best Leading Actor in a Musical.” You can find his acceptance speech here! Really touching.

Anyway, long before Hamilton, Leslie Odom, Jr. appeared on Supernatural too! He played a character named Guy, a crossroads demon that tries to make a deal with Becky Rosen in “Season Seven, Time for a Wedding!” (7.08).

(gif sources: 1, 2, 3) You can watch that last scene here on YouTube! Some brilliant acting by Leslie there, definitely worth your time.

There’s a trend in Supernatural of making black people “monstrous,” sometimes literally and sometimes figuratively, in a way that emphasizes their otherness. This has been discussed on this blog so far in relation to the Alpha Vampire (x, x, x), in some asides on Gordon Walker (x, x, x), and it applies to Guy as well. This episode is rife with culturally heavy context, like this moment that @fandomcolourofmyskin​ breaks down in the tags. There are also lots of obvious power dynamics at play here when it comes to bargaining with a white woman, a deal that’s meant to be sealed with a kiss and instead ends with Becky’s deception as the three white, male protagonists come to her rescue.

It’s a shame that such a talented actor was wasted in such a small role, but it is one of those cool guest star trivia moments that Supernatural is becoming famous for. They can almost compete with Law and Order at this point.

(Which Leslie was on too, as a recurring character. Alongside Hamilton cast mate Daveed Diggs funny enough!)

It’s pretty hard to find posts about Leslie on the show, so maybe in this fandom we should be talking MORE and smiling LESS about this one -- sorry, sir ;)

#leslie odom jr #guy #poc #demons

[dailydaveeddiggs]

Today, thanks to “Hamilton,” Diggs, 35, may be the more established half of the “Blindspotting” duo, but that wasn’t the case when he moved back to Oakland after earning his theater degree from Brown. Though four years younger, Casal had already made a name for himself on the Bay Area spoken-word scene, from which he was plucked to appear on HBO’s “Def Poetry.”

Casal had set up a recording studio with the aim of finding other musicians to collaborate with, reaching out to Diggs on the strength of a demo CD the rapper had recorded in his college dorm room. The friendship took hold almost immediately: That first night, they created a few songs, which led to albums, live performances (with a group they dubbed the Getback) and countless sketches and online videos.

“Rafael was the most famous person I knew,” Diggs recalls. “He had really tapped into the YouTube audience pretty early.”

Casal’s videos caught the attention of Jess Calder (then Jess Wu). The young producer, partnered in Snoot with her husband, Keith Calder, had seen a couple of his spoken-word performances and was struck by both Casal’s charisma and the fact that he appeared to be a natural-born storyteller.

“In my mind, anyone who can tell a great story can definitely translate that to film,” explains the producer, who contacted Casal and proposed they meet for coffee. She asked if he’d ever thought about writing a screenplay.

“I’d thought about theater a lot, [but at that age] you’re trying to get $5 for something at McDonald’s. A movie is millions of dollars away,” says Casal. But he was definitely intrigued, and began fleshing out a character that was loosely autobiographical. Things started to click about a year and a half later, when the Snoot duo asked Casal to perform at a screening of their documentary “Thunder Soul” at a January 2009 presidential inauguration event in Washington, D.C. Casal couldn’t make it but suggested they book Diggs in his place.

“Daveed came and did like 15 minutes of freestyle at the event and kind of blew our minds,” recalls Keith Calder. “We were immediately like, ‘Rafael, the movie’s gotta be about the two of you!’”

And from that moment forward, “Blindspotting” became the story of two friends of different races forced to consider the world from one another’s viewpoints, all set against the rapidly changing Bay Area backdrop.

Casal hails from Berkeley, the city directly north of Diggs’ Oakland. But they both attended Berkeley High School and later split a four-bedroom house with two other friends for $1,200. “I can’t even imagine what that place would cost now,” Casal says.

Gentrification, fueled by the tech boom, has transformed the neighborhoods they once knew. “Seventh Street is just a BART station and a post office now, but in the ’30s and ’40s, that was one of the jazz and blues centers of the world,” Diggs says. The last of the local music venues, Esther’s Orbit Room (where Diggs’ brother had been a bartender), finally shut down in 2010. His mother and father (also born in Oakland) both had to move, priced out by the newcomers.

Though not a musical in the conventional sense, “Blindspotting” was born out of a desire to translate spoken-word poetry into cinema. “There are versions where it was damn near a poem the whole time,” Diggs says.

From 2009 onward, he and Casal worked on the script together, huddling over the same laptop since they had only a single licensed copy of Final Draft between them.

“We were trying to find a recipe for a world where verse could exist without it feeling like there’s a deliberate shift every time it goes into a number,” Casal explains. “The Bay Area is known for slang and for turn of phrase. It’s the evolution of pimp culture, so heightened language is already very prevalent in the way people relate to each other.”

For the next several years, Diggs and Casal spent their time driving up and down Interstate 5 between the Bay Area and Los Angeles, parking out front of wherever Snoot headquarters happened to be at the time and sleeping in their car if needed. They wrote draft after draft of “Blindspotting,” pitching the changes to the Calders while using Snoot’s facilities to work on music videos and other projects.

“I’ve always felt like our offices were a place where they should feel safe to create art,” says Jess Calder.

Before Diggs and Casal could complete a shooting version of the script, they were pulled away by other professional opportunities. Casal went off to teach verse-driven theater at the University of Wisconsin-Madison for three years. And, for Diggs, “Hamilton” happened.

“The thing about this business is you never know if something’s a break,” says Diggs. “I met Lin-Manuel Miranda because of a clerical error.” Diggs showed up for the same substitute teaching job as one of Miranda’s friends, Anthony Veneziale, who was also a rapper. They hit it off, and Veneziale invited Diggs to freestyle with his group, of which Miranda was a member. Later, when it came time to do an early reading of “Hamilton,” Miranda remembered Diggs and his rapid-fire delivery. “I was invited because I have this particular skill set that allows me to learn a lot of things very quickly,” recalls Diggs, who had just five days to memorize the show’s most demanding part. “I assumed they would replace me because they had plenty of Broadway performers to choose from.”

Except that Miranda didn’t replace Diggs, who spent nearly a year and a half with the production. “Before leaving ‘Hamilton,’ I made this comment to one of my agents,” Diggs recalls. “I was ready to go, but scared that I wouldn’t make any money again, and he said, ‘Don’t worry about that,’ and promptly booked my life with all these things.”

The day after his last “Hamilton” performance in mid-2016, Diggs found himself shooting the movie “Wonder,” starring Julia Roberts. The following week, he began working on ABC’s “Black-ish.” That was swiftly followed by a recurring role on “Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt,” which had to be juggled amid a long-planned national tour with his experimental rap group, Clipping.

Into the midst of this whirlwind came the moment for which Diggs and Casal had long been waiting. Last March, the Snoot producers told them they had the greenlight to make “Blindspotting,” provided the duo could get their script in shape to shoot in June.

“What if I move to L.A. in two days and I write it for a month?” Casal recalls asking — and that’s exactly what he did, undertaking a page-one overhaul while Diggs’ fledgling screen career kept him busy.

“I was on airplanes every other day,” says Diggs, “so really the only through line were these midnight phone calls from Rafael to talk about this thing we’d been talking about for a decade.”

Excited about the prospect of finally making the movie, Diggs kept a rare 25-day window open in June for the shoot. Casal managed to get the rewrite done in four weeks. Reaching out to another old friend, they brought in director López Estrada, who immediately began pre-production.

The project’s Oakland focus attracted some production talent whom the producers normally couldn’t afford, including DP Robby Baumgartner, who had worked in the lighting department for Spike Lee, Paul Thomas Anderson and Alejandro González Iñárritu, and who brought the lighting crew from “Moonlight” aboard.

“We suddenly had this amazing team of people from the Bay Area,” says Diggs. “Doing something with your friends at a high level, that’s a dream.”

After production wrapped, Snoot submitted a rough cut to Sundance, which recommended the music-driven film for a Dolby Family Sound Fellowship. “Blindspotting” is one of two 2018 Sundance selections to have earned the generous post-production grant, making it possible for the filmmakers to upgrade their mix in time for its festival debut. (Past recipients of the grant include “Mudbound” and “Beasts of the Southern Wild.”)

Thanks to the grant, Diggs, Casal and other members of the production team — including López Estrada and the Calders — spent late December camped out on the Paramount Pictures lot on the same Technicolor stage where Michael Bay mixes his “Transformers” films.

On the same day of Variety’s visit, Diggs and Casal wrote a short piece of original music to replace a few seconds of temp score. Since they came up with the cue themselves, that means they can later expand it into a full-blown song for the soundtrack.

It’s the kind of on-the-fly challenge that has fueled the duo’s creative partnership for more than a decade — though “Blindspotting” is the first time they’ve been able to combine their writing, performance and musical talents to such a degree.

“As an artist, the only thing you ever want to do is something that requires every part of yourself,” Diggs says. “And it is so rare when that happens.” (x)

LOVE the insight as to how this all came together.

#daveed diggs #rafael casal #blindspotting #sundance #sundance film festival #2018 sundance film festival #variety #jess calder

[schpiedehl]

Reasons I hate the Hamilton fandom

Disclaimer: I’m a mod of one Hamilton fb group, an admin of another much smaller group, have seen the show twice, and a huge fan of many of the actors and creatives, not just the original cast. I am entrenched in the Hamilton fandom and have been for nearly 2 years so all of this comes from personal experiences with the fandom. I do not hate the actual musical and having talked to many folks and made friends through this fandom, I can confirm that it has had a positive effect on many people, especially aspiring actors of color. I had criticisms of the actual musical (reductive view of American history, perpetrates American exceptionalism, bootstraps narrative, not as feminist as fans insist, etc) but I’m mostly just addressing the issues within the fandom not within the media. The problems with the fandom is nebulous and manifold so I’m gonna try to be as thorough as possible here: - for those that don’t know, Hamilton is a show made by POC creatives for actors of color. The casting is not “color blind” it is racially conscious. All leads always, aside from the silly, villainous King George, are intended to be played by actors of color and the much of the fandom absolutely REFUSES TO ACKNOWLEDGE THIS. It ranges from the benign-seeing assertions that Hamilton is colorblind and therefore race of the actor doesn’t matter as much as talent (false, with the underlying belief that a white actor will somehow be better suited/more talented in a role that is literally not written for them) to petulant assertions that one white fan or another will be the first white actor to play x role, to erasing the racial identities of light-skinned black, latinx, and asian actors to fit the manufactured narrative that white actors can and have played principal roles and the show is therefore colorblind. Fans are quick to point out the ambiguous wording of “America then told by America now,” intended to subtly indicate POC, as meaning white folk, despite the continuous assertions by the creatives that this is simply not the case. - whitewashing in fan art. Hand in hand with the refusal by many white fans to acknowledge the fact that Hamilton the Musical is intended for POC, white fan artist almost universally draw the actors-as-characters with lighter skin, lighter eyes, and more typically European features. Lin, who played Hamilton in the original cast, is a Latino man of mixed race heritage with tan skin, black hair, and dark eyes yet fan art of him as Hamilton is nearly always pale, red haired, and sometimes even blue-eyed. Artists will defend this as interpretation and some will even indicate that Hamilton was white irl so this is more accurate but Hamilton irl and Lin were nothing alike and he presence of a goatee in Hamilton Fan art is an indisputable sign that the artist is drawing Lin, not the real life, baby faced Hamilton. Dark skinned actors like Okieriete Onaodowan (Hercules Mulligan in the original cast) are rarely drawn and when they are they tend to be heavily lightened. - characters deemed queer by the fandom - notably John Laurens who was thought to be gay or bi in real life by many historians - is often heavily feminized in fan art, despite the fact neither the character nor the actual figure are ever noted as being particularly effeminate. This is of course fetishization symptomatic of applying heteronormativity to gay relationships. - fans often reject and demonize female characters. This is not universal but many fans have negative reactions to Hamilton’s wife, Eliza (and ignore and/or demonize her in regards to the gay ship of Hamilton/Laurens, despite Laurens having died shortly after Hamilton married Eliza. Hamilton fans believe almost universally that Hamilton was bi irl, which is supported by historical consensus, but the notion of him actually being with a woman repulses much of the fandom. - basically standard biphobia). Fans are also extremely gross about Maria Reynolds. - a separate part of the fandom refuses to acknowledge both the historical consensus of the Hamilton/Laurens relationship and the fact that that musical contains several intentional references to it. I’ve been told many times to keep that “gay shit” out of the fandom. - shipping wars of course. - blind worship of the characters either without regard to their historical counterparts or including their historical counterparts. - slavery apologism. Comparing slaves to modern consumer items and/or farm animals to demonstrate the ubiquity of slavery and/or people’s mindset regarding it. While it is true that people are the product of their time, “everyone owned slaves” and “you cannot judge them by the Norms of our culture” are common silencing/apologist techniques which both lack nuance and perpetuate racist ideals. It also erases the fact that abolitionism and moral opposition to slavery existed not only in post-revolution society but also within the very people who owned slaves. Thomas Jefferson wrote that slavery was the worst evil while simultaneously owning and raping slaves. - I’ve encountered at least one person with a bona fide slavery fetish. That’s not the fandom as a whole but it is worth noting. - abhorrent beliefs are common re: Thomas Jefferson’s relationship with Sally Hemings. - this has basically been covered above but rampant racism is not uncommon in this fandom. You get the distinct feeling that a sizeable portion has never once interacted with a person of color before, based on the ways they claim ownership over the actors, portray the characters, talk about racial issues, etc - speaking of the actors: fans are very gross toward the actors in a variety of different ways. - fans fetishize the fuck out of Daveed Diggs, who played Jefferson in the original cast. Diggs, for reference is a biracial black Jewish man, a rapper, actor, and activist best known outside of Hamilton for his work with clipping., which includes an extremely politically charged afrofuturist space rap opera. Fans tend to do a couple things in regards to Diggs. One, they conflate him with irl Jefferson leading so some really and truly bizarre headcanons and fan interpretations. Diggs himself has no love for irl Jefferson and has - along with the rest of the cast - cautioned fans against romanticizing the real figures, apparently to limited success. More heinously, however, I have seen people claiming ownership of Digg’s body and hair (claiming they would be upset if his cut it, or would stop being his fan even), made comments about keeping him as a sex slave, fetishizing his ethnic features, or even denying his blackness in favor of fetishizing his white, Jewish heritage. I’ve even seen a white woman comment that she wanted to kill diggs’ black girlfriend, skin her, and wear her as a suit to attract Diggs. No fucking joke. Diggs work as a musician is loved by many fans but others reject it as “scary black music.” - this happens with other actors tho not as much as Diggs. Fans have made plenty of comments about Okieriete Onaodowan’s “big black spy on the inside,” for instance, showing further capacity to fetishize black bodies. - for many fans, the original cast can do no wrong. They will go out of their way to justify and forgive anything that can be seen as problematic rather than acknowledging that they can still like a person that has problematic aspects. - or conversely, they gang up on actors on twitter, or tag them in hate/undeservedly negative critique. - replacements and non-OBC casts are largely ignored and several of the actors have been trolled or sent hate simply because they are not the originals. There is also the mindset that no one could ever be better than the original and the show is not worth seeing without the originals which is extremely disrespectful toward the replacement actors. - a large portion of the fandom claims that Hamilton is the only rap they like, or that they don’t like hip hop at all. When the Hamilton mixtape - and album featuring inspired-bys and covers of Hamilton songs by contemporary singers and rappers, was released fans HATED IT, many pointed out that they hated the hip hop sound and the “bastardization” of the music. Many of the songs on the Mixtape were by artists which inspired Hamilton in the first place. - a lot of the fans are just plain cringey. Bad head canons which become more ubiquitous than the actual canon portrayals, extremely forceful when it comes to trying to “convert” people, extremely adverse to any kind of criticism of the musical, history, or the actors, obnoxious at cons, etc. - art theft is rampant - extreme classism re: bootlegs especially - older fans have a tendency to be extremely abusive toward younger fans. Not all young fans are bad but bad memes and stupid references are met with extreme, quick, and unwarranted vitriol.

[halo-of-honey]

Concrete Jungle

Daveed Diggs x Original Fem. Character

Synopsis: Emerson O'Connor has always dreamed of playing in a Broadway pit orchestra. After fleeing Boston to move back home to New York, she is approached by Lin and her whole world changes. But moving to a new city to get away from her past may not be as simple as she originally hoped.

Notes: I guess this chapter is a little longer than the others. Happy reading!

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20

Chapter Three: Clawfoot Tub

The next day after my mom and her boyfriend Tim left for work, I started practicing the score. At lunch, I took a break and weighed my options yet again. While I sat eating some crackers and cheese (the only thing I could find in my section of the pantry) and drinking water, I checked my phone. There was a message from Lin.

- Have you texted Daveed yet?

I made a face at my phone.

- No, not yet. I’ve been busy practicing

I sent a picture of my practice space, which included my cello, a music stand, and a disheveled heap that had been the score. I had taken it out of the binder to make photocopies so I could work through it with my own notes. Lin responded a few minutes later.

- I really think you should. I think it would be a REALLY good idea

I fidgeted, getting up to pace my room. I knew I could trust Lin. Or at least I thought I could. He seemed like a very trustworthy person, someone I could look up to. Someone I could turn to for advice. If he thought Daveed’s place was the best option, maybe I needed to listen to him. He hadn’t steered me wrong so far.

- Okay fine...

I opened a new message and typed in Daveed’s name. I started and erased my message at least five times before sending one.

- Hi, this is Emerson. We met yesterday? Lin told me you had a room for rent. I was hoping to get some more information

I knew the best thing for me to do would be to continue practicing. So I put my phone aside and got back to work. When my mom came home from work, I took this as my cue to get lost. So I went to take a walk in the dying afternoon light. I went to one of my favorite trails and wandered into the woods. There was a dry log a few meters in, so I took a seat and checked my phone. The first thing that popped up was a response from Daveed.

- Yo! It’s good to hear from you. Yeah, it’s just a room but I’m not home much so you’d have free reign of the rest of the house

I chewed my lip and formulated a response.

- Any other expenses? Cable, electricity?

He answered quickly which shocked me.

- Nope! I’ve got a washer and dryer you can use, too

I tried to take deep breaths of the earthy smells of the woods around me. It was too good to be true. After everything I had been through, it was much too good to be true. I sat there until the waves of anxiety passed. When I looked down, Daveed had texted me again.

- Do you want to come see it before you make a decision?

This both made me feel better and worse. I tried to ignore the anxiety bubbling in my stomach though and accept that he was just trying to be nice.

- Actually yes, I think that would be a good idea

-For sure! When will you be in the city next?

-Tomorrow, pit rehearsal in the morning

-Dope! Are you so excited? Let’s grab lunch after and I’ll show you the pad

I couldn’t help but smile. Then I wondered how he got me to smile so easily through a text. It felt like I only ever smiled out of politeness lately. But this smile, albeit small, was genuine.

- Yes, very excited. Was practicing earlier. The score is nuts! Lunch sounds good. Meet me at the theater?

-I know! Alex is a madman. See you at the theater tomorrow Em

I sat in the woods a little longer until it started getting really dark. When I got home, I sat to eat dinner with my mom and Tim. I told her I already had another job at a theater in the city but she was skeptical. I was going to show her the score but then she got snippy so I let it go. I went to bed early, knowing I’d have to catch an early train in the morning if I wanted to get to rehearsal on time. I fell asleep thinking about the texts from Daveed, wondering what lunch would be like.

In the morning I woke feeling excited and anxious. I packed up my cello and a tote bag with my music before trying to get dressed. I nervously sifted through my clothes, trying to decide what to wear. I nearly put on a knee length dress when I realized I had been planning my outfit around lunch with Daveed. Feeling ridiculous and now running a little late, I pulled on a simple grey henley and a flowy yellow floral printed maxi skirt. On my way out the door, I knotted the bottom of my skirt so I wouldn’t trip and grabbed my black leather jacket all before my mom left for work.

I could barely sit still on the train. So I pulled out my score and practiced the fingering silently on the back of my forearm. Once in Grand Central I stopped for a bagel and coffee and debated my options getting to the theater with my cello. In the end, I decided to take the subway. I had ridden the T in Boston a thousand times with my cello in college and after. How hard could it be to navigate the NYC subway system?

With my bagel in one hand, coffee in the other, and my tote bag clamped tightly under my arm I dove into the station with tracks headed to Times Square. I stood on the crowded train, munching my bagel and bracing myself with just the sheer weight of my cello and years of practice. Times Square was just starting to wake at 9am as I crossed it to get to the theater. I let myself in, waving to the ticket girl who had let me in on Sunday and headed for the pit. Alex was the only one down there when I poked my head in the door.

“Hey, we’re going to be in the rehearsal space today. Down the hall past Lin’s dressing room.” he said.

I nodded and made my way through the back of the theater. The closer I got to the rehearsal room, the louder it got. It seemed at least a few players were already there getting warmed up. When I walked in, I saw it was only three and I felt glad that I wasn’t late. The bassist was there, so I decided to sit by him, pulling up a chair and getting my cello unpacked. When I pulled out my score, with it’s taped on photocopied pages, he chuckled.

“Oh so you’re one of those.” he said.

I raised an eyebrow at him, twisting awkwardly behind my cello to see him, “What? I like to make notes.”

“‘ Don’t fucking blow your load.’” He read, squinting at the pages as I flipped through them. “Sure are nice to yourself.”

I laughed, “Gotta get my own attention somehow!”

A herd of players came in and got started tuning up, making the room even louder. Ten minutes later, Alex made his way to the piano and put his music down, spreading it out on top. Not too long later, we all got down to business. It felt amazing, playing with a group of people who were at the same level as me. In college I had always felt a little bored by my peers. Then at the theater in Queens it was even worse especially since most of the players were nearly twice my age. Sitting there in a room of 20 and 30 somethings all at the height of their game, I finally felt at home.

At eleven we stopped for a ten minute break and I went to get a bottle of water from the green room since I had forgotten to put my canteen into my bag that morning. I was sipping some water and rolling a knot out of my shoulder when I heard someone walk past in the hall then double back. When I looked up, I saw Lin come in with the biggest grin on his face. He came over and fist bumped me.

“Em! How’s it going, chica ? Are you loving it?”

“Oh for sure! This is amazing. Seriously...these people. They’re on my level .” I said, feeding off Lin’s energy.

“I knew you would fit right in. This is where you belong. This is the you you needed to be.”

I nodded, “I feel so at home and I’ve only been here for like two hours.”

“I’m glad to hear that. We’re one big family here. Everyone. Cast, crew and pit. Everyone counts. All the parts make a whole.”

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be off like resting your voice or something?” I asked.

Lin shrugged, “Wanted to sit in for a little bit of rehearsal. See if there was anything I wanted to adjust. You know how it goes.”

“Oh, alright. Well, I should probably get back in there.”

“I’ll walk with you.” Lin said, following me out of the green room into the hall. He hesitated for a moment, “So did you talk to Daveed?”

“Yeah I did...we’re having lunch later and then he’s going to show me his place. See what I think, you know?” I said.

“Oh...good! I think you’ll really like it. He has a nice place.” Lin said.

“Why do I get the feeling you want me to live with Daveed?” I asked.

Lin lifted his eyes to the ceiling, trying to look innocent, “I just want you to have a nice place to live. Only the best for you right? Gotta give you the special treatment.” he teased.

We entered the rehearsal room, “Lin, you may be the death of me.”

“I certainly hope so, chica .”

About an hour later, we were playing through the finale when I glanced up and saw Daveed standing just inside the door of the rehearsal room. I was suddenly very aware that he was watching me and wanted to know how long he had been standing there. Clearly everyone else wasn’t bothered by his presence but I wondered what they would think when I left with him. Alex called it a day about twenty minutes later and everyone stood up to stretch and pack up. Alex and Lin came over to me as I latched up my cello case.

“So I think you sound fantastic. Really you’re melting right in.” Alex said.

Lin nodded, “I agree. Sounds like you’ve been with us the whole time.”

“Thanks, I put in a lot of work yesterday. I’m glad it’s paid off.”

“I appreciate it.” Alex said, smiling and patting me on the shoulder. “Do you think you want to play tomorrow and Thursday night? Or do you want to wait until Friday after full rehearsal?”

I chewed my lip, “Maybe just Thursday night? I think I’d like to have one more day to really get it into my fingers. There’s still some bars that trip me up a little. I’d hate to make those mistakes live.”

Alex nodded sagely, “Of course. That’s fine. Well, you know the drill. Black on black on black. But it doesn’t have to be pants or anything specific. We’re not picky. Be there at least fifteen before curtain to warm up.”

“Great, I’ll be there.” I said.

Alex thanked me and then left to gather his music. Lin stayed where he was as Daveed came over, “Yo, you sounded awesome! Lin wasn’t kidding.”

I willed myself not to blush, “Thanks, yeah. I was pretty happy with how that went.”

Lin was eyeing the two of us, grinning wildly, “So where are you two crazy kids going to lunch?” he asked.

Daveed shrugged, “I wasn’t sure what Em liked, so I was waiting to see.”

I shoved my music back into my tote, “Oh, I’m not picky. Wherever. What are you hungry for?”

“Do you like sushi?”

“Yeah, sushi is good.”

“Dope, I know just the place.”

Lin looked about ready to explode with excitement, “Well! Have fun guys!” he said cheerily.

Daveed and I both smiled at him, confused about his eagerness, “Oh, is there somewhere I can leave my cello until later? I probably shouldn’t drag it around to lunch with me.”

“Yeah, you can put it in my dressing room. I’ll be hanging around for the rest of the day until the show later.” Lin offered.

“Okay, thanks.” I said.

“I’ll go call an Uber.” Daveed said. “Meet me at the stage door?”

“Sure, I’ll be right there.” I said, following the two men out of the rehearsal room and down the hall.

I stopped into Lin’s dressing room and tried to find a good place to leave my cello that was least in the way, “Okay, well I’ll be back in a few hours. Take good care of her. She’s special.” I said, patting my case.

Lin flopped onto his couch, “I will. You have fun, okay? Really enjoy yourself.” he said.

I quirked an eyebrow at him, “What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing!” he said defensively. “I just want you to enjoy yourself.”

“Okay...” I said. “Bye Lin.”

“ Adios chica .”

I headed out of his dressing room and down the hall. I found Daveed waiting for me next to the stage door just like he said, looking down at his phone. When he heard me coming he looked up with a smile.  I pulled on my jacket and untangled the long strap from my clutch wallet to strap it over my chest. He looked at one more thing on his phone before slipping it in his pocket. I stepped up to him and smiled up at him.

“So where are we headed first?” I asked.

“Lunch I think. I’m starving.” he said.

“Great, me too.”

“I think the Uber should be here.” he said, pulling his phone back out and loading up the app. “Yeah, they’re coming around the corner.”

“Cool.” I said watching the little car pull up in front of the theater on his screen before he put his phone back in his pocket again.

He pulled open the door a few inches and peeked out before shutting it again. “We’ll have to do this quick. There’s a line of people waiting outside for the lotto.” he said.

“Okay.” I said, suddenly anxious again.

“Alright, let’s do this.” he said.

He pulled the door open and ushered me through it first. I could see the Uber waiting on the opposite side of the street. As soon as I stepped down on the sidewalk, I heard a rush of chatter as people noticed Daveed coming out. He half apologized to some of the people closest to the stage door as we hurried away. I pulled open the door to the Uber and slid into the seat, scooting across so Daveed could get in behind me. When he shut the door, I chanced a look back to see that most of the line was watching us. But then the Uber pulled away and I turned back to face front.

“You two must be actors in the show, huh?” the driver asked.

Daveed left his expression blank, “Something like that.” he answered.

We rode in silence the whole way to the restaurant and when we pulled up, Daveed thanked the driver and climbed out. We went in and got two seats at the sushi bar. We ordered drinks and Daveed insisted on ordering two shots of sake. I had never tried sake before but I didn’t want him to know that. Fortunately I had always had a good tolerance for alcohol, so the shot went down reasonably smooth. While we watched the sushi chef making our meals, he asked me lots of questions.

He wanted to know what made me choose theater, what made me choose cello. He asked about where I grew up and where I went to college. When he asked why I left Boston, I dodged his question by saying I wanted to move closer to try to get a job on Broadway. Then I turned some of the questions on him. I learned that he went to Brown and ran track. He told me about his side career as a rapper for his group Clipping. We finally landed on common ground when I learned he rapped on a track for Watsky, a rapper who went to Emerson College in Boston.

“Yeah, I know Watsky. I met him a few times. I did some bar shows with the quartet I had in college and he was there. Super cool guy.” I said, sticking a piece of sushi in my mouth.

“That kid is fucking dope. The way he spins words is wild.” Daveed agreed, nodding. “He wrote this crazy track about a post apocalyptic America where robot clowns rule the world and Justin Bieber is the leader of the free world. It was insane.”

“Wow, I’m gonna have to listen to that one.”

“I think it’s on his new album. The one that just came out a few months ago. Uh...I think it’s called Times Infinity.”

“Okay, I’ll look it up.” I said, pulling out my phone to make a note. “I’m always looking for new music.”

“You probably shouldn’t look up Clipping.” Daveed said.

“Why not?” I asked, putting my phone away.

“It’s pretty...hard stuff.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I don’t think you’d be into it.”

“Maybe...maybe not.” I said.

“I guess you’re right. I don’t know what you like.”

We finished our lunch and Daveed payed the bill before we headed back out to the street. “So, we’re not very far from my place if you just want to walk. Get an idea of the neighborhood.” he suggested.

I shrugged, “That’s fine. It’s pretty nice out today.”

“Cool.” he said, sticking his hands in his pockets and leading me off down the street. “So it’s not super close to any subway stations. Lexington and 59th is the closest. By the Apple Store. But there’s always Uber if the weather is nasty.”

“That’s okay. I lived about half a mile from the closest T station, so I’m used to walking in crap weather.”

“Oh, right yeah.” he said.

We turned a corner onto a short block of brownstones, “Well this is my hood.” he said and I tried not to giggle.

“It’s nice, lots of trees.” I said as we walked under freshly budding trees planted every ten feet or so.

“Here we are.” he said, stopping in front of one about halfway down the street. There was a narrow alley going down on either side and a fence with a gate around the bottom of the stairs. He opened the gate and climbed up the stairs to the door, pulling out his keys. I followed him, shutting the gate behind me as he unlocked the door. He pushed the door open and ushered me inside ahead of him.

The hall was dim, light filtering around the corner of a short wall blocking off the entry from the massive open living room and kitchen. The ceilings were at least ten feet high and a large chandelier hung over the couch in the living room. The living room was painted a deep, rich teal color, matching the color of the kitchen cabinets. Along the right wall was a stairwell heading to the second floor. Daveed shut the door behind me and moved into the living room.

“Well this is it. There’s a little powder room down here and the door to the basement where the washer and dryer are is around the corner here.” he said, leading me down the hall towards the kitchen. “I don’t cook very often so the fridge could basically be all yours.”

I peered around, nervous to touch anything, as if I were walking around in a museum, “Oh...right.” I said quietly.

“The bedrooms are upstairs.” he said, leading me back down the hall to the stairs. I followed him up and he stopped on the landing, “This is my room.”

He pointed at the door to the left of the landing and I nodded, “Okay.”

“Then down here, I left the good room open. This would be your room.” he said, turning to go down the hall.

I followed him back towards the front of the house and he pushed open the door at the end of the hall, revealing a bright, sunlit room. It was almost completely empty, except for a few boxes and cans of paint. The three of the walls were bright white and the right wall was exposed brick, which seemed such a stark contrast to the rest of the house where most of the walls were drywalled and painted in rich jewel tones or such a dark grey it was nearly black. The ceilings were slightly lower than the first floor, but the room still felt excessively massive. The far wall had four windows, two of which bumped out with a window bench underneath.

“There’s a walk in closet and the bathroom is over here.” Daveed said, stepping around to the right of the door.

He pushed open a door that led to the closet and then to another door beyond that which he revealed was the bathroom. The bathroom was almost more magnificent than the rest of the house. There was a large walk in shower on the left and a rectangular sink set into a sleek vanity along the right wall. But at the back there was a big, clawfoot tub illuminated by a skylight in the sloped ceiling overhead. I was tempted to go sit in the tub, just to see what it was like. As I stood there, I was suddenly overwhelmed by the luxury of it all. I had never been in a place so extravagant.

“And you only want $450 a month for all of this?” I asked incredulously.

Daveed was leaning against the door to the bathroom, “Yeah, I make plenty. And it would be nice for the house to have someone actually living in it for once.” he admitted.

“I...this is...your house is...really beautiful.” I stammered, looking back at the clawfoot tub longingly.

“You can paint the walls whatever color you want. And I can help you out if you need to get furniture.”

I shook my head, fiddling nervously with one of the zippers on my jacket, “You don’t have to...I can figure something out. I still have some savings.”

All of my furniture I was forced to leave behind in Boston when I fled. The only item I was able to save was the Dutch modern chair my grandmother gave me when I was moving into my first apartment with Kevin. Everything else stayed in my boyfriend’s apartment. All the money I had spent getting us furniture, all the time I spent putting together IKEA pieces, left behind because I had no choice but to run. I left in the night, while my boyfriend was out at the bar, struggling to fit my chair and all the rest of my belongings into my car. Thinking about this while standing in this beautiful bathroom nearly brought me to tears. But then I remembered Daveed standing there and sucked in a deep breath.

“Hey don’t worry about it. You pick stuff out and send it to me. I’ll get it delivered.” he said calmly.

I looked at him and chewed my lip, “I don’t know if I can live here.”

“What do you mean? Of course you can. You love it, I can see you drooling over the tub alone.” he joked, waving a hand at the tub.

I glanced at it again, sighing, “Why are you doing this? You don’t even know me. I could be an awful person, an awful roommate.”

“I highly doubt either of those things. But if you want I could be a really mean landlord. Take a really long time to repair stuff and make you pay for like...dusting or something.” he offered.

This actually made me smile, “This is all just so unbelieveable. From Lin finding me in Queens to this. It’s insane. I’m dreaming. I must be.”

Daveed stood up straight and then came over, reaching out with a big hand to brush his hand over my hair, smoothing it down over my ear, “You’re not dreaming. And from what Lin has told me, you deserve it all. From what I can tell just from talking with you today, you deserve it all and more. So let me just do this for you. Okay?”

I nodded, transfixed by his eyes and the way the sunlight made them glitter, “Okay.”

We went back into the bedroom and I sat down in the window, looking down at the street. I could see the tram for Roosevelt Island and the intricate steel structure of the Queensboro Bridge. It felt so New York. It could only get more stereotypical if I could see the Empire State Building. The sun was warm on my face and I could picture myself sitting there drinking tea and reading books. When I glanced over, Daveed was watching me with an almost imperceptible smile on his face.

“Are you ready to go? I have to get back to the theater.” He said.

I nodded, “Oh, yeah of course.” I said, taking another glance out the window.

“If you want to stay, I can give you the keys...” he offered. “I just figured you'd want more time to think.”

He pulled them out of his pocket and their twinkle echoed in the empty room, “You already made keys?”

“I have three sets. The other set is at Lin’s house for safe keeping.” He explained.

I got up and crossed the room, taking the keys from his outstretched hand, “Well...okay then.”

“So does this mean you're good?”

I nodded slowly and then smiled at him, “Yeah. I think I'm good.”

#daveed diggs #daveed diggs imagine #hamilton imagine #lin manuel miranda #alex lacamoire

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The Geek's Guide To Movies In 2020

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The Geek's Guide To Movies In 2020

With 2020 looking to be a great year for video games, we wanted to look ahead at all of the movies plotted out for the new year. While the Marvel Cinematic Universe is in a state of refresh following the cataclysmic events of Endgame and Star Wars is taking a breather on the heels of The Rise of Skywalker, there are plenty of films in nerd culture to look forward to this year.

Check out our list below and start planning which ones you’re going to leave the comfort of your house for, and which you’ll probably wait until they’re streaming to see.

Winter

Dolittle – January 17

We’ve previously seen the likes of Eddie Murphy and Rex Harrison take up the role of Dr. Dolittle from the Hugh Lofting children’s books, and now we get to see how Robert Downey Jr. handles the role of the doctor who gains the ability to communicate with animals. Downey is joined by Antonio Banderas and Michael Sheen as live-action actors, while a star-studded cast with the likes of Rami Malek, John Cena, Emma Thompson, Kumail Nanjiani, Selena Gomez, and more handling the animal voices. Fans of Marvel movies will even be able to enjoy a psuedo-reunion between Iron Man and Spider-Man, as Tom Holland plays Jip, a dog who wears glasses.

Bad Boys for Life – January 17

Nearly 17 years later, the long-awaited conclusion to the Bad Boys film trilogy is finally here. Will Smith and Martin Lawrence return for one last action-packed showdown, this time taking on a cartel mob boss before retiring from their jobs at the police department.

Birds of Prey (and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn) – February 7

The prevailing notion of 2016’s Suicide Squad is that while it wasn’t a great film, Margot Robbie does an excellent job giving Harley Quinn her live-action silver-screen debut. While 2021 will bring a new take on the Suicide Squad with a mix of new and returning cast members, in the meantime, Robbie returns as Harley in Birds of Prey. The storyline follows the crazed clown princess after she breaks up with Joker. However, she hasn’t completely escaped trouble, as Black Mask (played by Ewan McGregor) starts stirring things up. This film promises appearances from other beloved female superheroes like Black Canary, Huntress, and more, but according to Robbie, we shouldn’t expect to see Jared Leto’s Joker appear at all.

Sonic the Hedgehog – February 14

After outrage ensued following the reveal of the original design of Sonic the Hedgehog for the upcoming live-action film, Paramount pushed the release back to February 14, 2020 to create the version of Sega’s iconic blue hedgehog you see above. In addition to Ben Schwartz voicing Sonic, the live-action cast features James Marsden as Sonic’s friend Tom and Jim Carrey as Dr. Robotnik. In typical Sonic fashion, the story revolves around collecting rings and stopping Robotnik from conquering the world. Here’s hoping it can defy the odds and continue the trends set by live-action, game-inspired properties like Detective Pikachu of delivering an enjoyable end-product.

Onward – March 6

As the magic-using power of society diminishes thanks to the convenience of science, two teenage brothers set out on an adventure to recapture the abilities their world once wielded in order to save their father. This Pixar adventure stars Tom Holland, Chris Pratt, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, and more.

Bloodshot – March 13

While Marvel and DC may reign supreme in the comic-book movie world, Valiant Comics is trying its hand at producing a blockbuster based on its property. Vin Diesel already looks and sounds (and has a name) like a comic-book character, but to this point, he’s been relegated to voicing a single line of dialogue for a sentient tree in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Bloodshot brings him out of the voice booth and into the spotlight as the eponymous technologically augmented killing machine on a quest for vengeance.

A Quiet Place: Part II – March 20

The tense first part, which stars John Krasinski and Emily Blunt, delivered a compelling and daunting tale of a family trying to survive in a world invaded by blind extra-terrestrial hunters who will tear anything they hear to shreds. Krasinski returns to the director’s chair once more, with Blunt joining the remaining cast in front of the camera.

Mulan – March 27

Disney’s live-action remakes with Aladdin, Dumbo, and The Lion King have consisted of varying degrees of quality, but everything of Mulan looks terrific. Those familiar with the source material will revel in seeing iconic scenes recreated in stunning live-action sequences, while the uninitiated will be able to enjoy the tale of Hua Mulan overcoming obstacles put in her way as a result of the Imperial Chinese Army’s perception of women as she strives to join the ranks of the military in place of her ailing father.

Spring

The New Mutants – April 3

Though Disney is poised to absorb the X-Men property into the Marvel Cinematic Universe as a part of its acquisition of Fox, the final 20th Century Fox Marvel film is set to release this April. The New Mutants was originally supposed to be a jumping off point for a trilogy based on the comics of the same name, but with the acquisition and Disney likely already putting things in motion to bring mutants and the X-Men into the nearly all-encompassing MCU, we’re not so sure how this fits into the Marvel puzzle.

No Time to Die – April 10

Daniel Craig takes up the mantle of 007 for the fifth time in No Time to Die. This time, he’s opposite Mr. Robot, Bohemian Rhapsody, and Until Dawn star Rami Malek. The story centers on a post-retirement James Bond who, predictably, gets sucked back into the secret agent lifestyle through the abduction of an important scientist.

Black Widow – May 1

After the events of last year’s climactic Avengers: Endgame (and the wrap up in Spider-Man: Far From Home), the Marvel Cinematic Universe has slowed down just a bit while it readies the stage for its next major narrative arc. Despite being set immediately after the events of Captain America: Civil War, Black Widow is said to serve as the jumping-off point for the next phase of the MCU. Whether that comes in the form of villain Taskmaster or some other way remains to be seen, but it will be great to finally see Natasha Romanoff take the spotlight for a long overdue solo film.

Scoob! – May 15

This origin story tells the tale (tail?) of how Scooby-Doo met the Mystery Inc. gang. With movie posters featuring puppy Scooby-Doo and the film possessing an endearing computer-generated art style, Scoob! looks like a cute and fun adventure for theater-goers of all ages. Throw in a voice cast featuring Will Forte, Zac Efron, Amanda Seyfried, Tracy Morgan, Ken Jeong, and Mark Wahlburg, and you can see the studio is hoping to create something more than simply another adventure with these beloved characters.

Fast & Furious 9 – May 22

For a series that started as a story about Paul Walker and Vin Diesel racing cars illegally at night with an occasional high-speed truck heist, the recent movies sure veer closer to the superhero genre than anything else. Who knows what we’ll see in the ninth mainline entry of the series: Tanks flying through the sky? Cars backflipping over bodies of water? Vin Diesel punching through a nuclear reactor? Sure. Why not? None of the plot matters, but that doesn’t mean these movies aren’t relentlessly entertaining thrill rides, and we can’t wait for the next entry. Oh, this one has John Cena and Cardi B.

Artemis Fowl – May 29

Based on the books from Eoin Colfer, Artemis Fowl is about a 12-year-old genius who comes from a family of brilliant criminals. However, when his father mysteriously vanishes, Artemis must investigate the disappearance, which kicks off an adventure. Disney has brought in a supporting cast that features Judi Dench, Josh Gad, and more to help tell the story.

Summer

Wonder Woman 1984 – June 5

As the sequel to the best film in the DC Extended Universe, Wonder Woman 1984 has lofty expectations placed on it by fans. Gal Gadot has shown to be the perfect casting for Diana Prince, and with Wonder Woman set to face off against both Maxwell Lord and Cheetah with a 1980s backdrop, it’s easy to see why this is one of the most anticipated DC live-action films in years.

Soul – June 19

Pixar makes this list for the second time with Soul, a film that features Tina Fey, Jamie Foxx, Questlove, Phylicia Rashad, and Daveed Diggs in both writer and voice-actor roles. The story is set to tell the tale of an aspiring jazz musician whose soul gets separated from his body. The dynamic duo of Atticus Ross and Trent Reznor are set to provide the score in what is sure to be a crowd-pleasing animated film.

Top Gun: Maverick – June 26

Set 30 years after the events of Top Gun, Maverick looks to do for the Top Gun series what all direct sequels that come 30 years later do: revitalize the series with a mix of heavy-handed nostalgia from the original cast while giving the audience reason to be excited for the future thanks to a charming cast of new characters. Top Gun: Maverick places a keen focus on Maverick, reprised by Tom Cruise. With a story that involves the son of Maverick’s late best friend Goose, and Val Kilmer returning to the role of Iceman, this sequel has all the nostalgic trappings fans of the original are likely looking for.

Ghostbusters: Afterlife – July 10

Set 30 years after the events of Ghostbusters II, Afterlife looks to do for the Ghostbusters series what all direct sequels that come 30 years later do: revitalize the series with a mix of heavy-handed nostalgia from the original cast while giving the audience reason to be excited for the future thanks to a charming cast of new characters. As you might expect, much of the core original cast returns in unknown capacities, but we’re just excited to see Bill Murray as Peter Venkman once again – we just hope he has a bigger role in Afterlife than Luke Skywalker had in The Force Awakens.

Purge – July 10

With creator James DeMonaco saying the 2020 entry will be the final entry in the series, those who have been following the franchise are hoping the team can close it out in a satisfying manner. Unfortunately, not many details are available at the moment, but Everardo Gout is set to direct.

Tenet – July 17

Christopher Nolan films always garner a certain level of attention, but Tenet was off many fans’ radars until IMAX theatergoers were treated to an extended Prologue for the film before screenings of Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker. A secret agent with the ability to time travel must use his powers to prevent World War III in what is sure to be a mind-bending, action-packed film that hits way too close to home in 2020.

Bob’s Burgers: The Movie – July 17

After the success of The Simpson’s Movie, Fox hopes to effectively transition another one of its beloved animated series to the silver screen with Bob’s Burgers: The Movie. The voice cast from the popular show returns for what is being described as a “musical comedy.”

Jungle Cruise – July 24

Dwayne Johnson and Emily Blunt headline the newest Disney film to be based on a Disney ride – hey, it worked for Pirates of the Caribbean. The group heads out into the jungle in search of the Tree of Life while avoiding dangerous wildlife and racing a rival expedition.

Morbius – July 31

Jared Leto may not be in the Birds of Prey film, but that doesn’t mean comic book fans will be completely deprived of his acting. The Thirty Seconds to Mars frontman and (former?) Joker actor steps into the role of Michael Morbius in the newest film in Sony’s Marvel Universe based on the characters surrounding Spider-Man.

Bill & Ted Face the Music – August 21

Set 30 years after the events of Bill & Ted’s Bogus Journey, Bill & Ted Face the Music looks to do for the Bill & Ted series what all direct sequels that come 30 years later do: revitalize the series with a mix of heavy-handed nostalgia from the original cast while giving the audience reason to be excited for the future thanks to a charming cast of new characters. This August, Keanu Reeves will take some time out of running around Night City in Cyberpunk 2077 with us to join Alex Winter on yet another nostalgic time-travel romp.

Fall

Monster Hunter – September 4

If Capcom has demonstrated one thing with its loose game-to-film adaptations, it’s that it loves Paul W.S. Anderson and Milla Jovovich. The spousal combo that ran and starred in the Resident Evil films respectively returns to similar roles in Monster Hunter. Milla Jovovich stars as Natalie Artemis, a captain in the United Nations military team. Her team falls into a portal that leads to an alternate world full of giant monsters, and the adventure begins to save Earth from the invading beasts. Did I mention it’s only loosely based on the games?

The King’s Man – September 18

A prequel to the over-the-top action franchise Kingsman, The King’s Man tells the story of a man who must stop a group of history’s worst tyrants and criminals in order to save the world from a devastating war. If you’ve seen the first two movies, you probably have an idea of what to expect, but having it set in the early 1900s and starring a completely different cast gives us something new to look forward to.

Venom 2 – October 2

Two years after one of Spider-Man’s biggest rivals kicked off Sony’s Spider-Man-less SpiderVerse, Venom is back for a direct sequel. Tom Hardy returns to the role of Eddie Brock, while Woody Harrelson looks to deliver on the post-credit tease of his interpretation of the popular and brutal villain Carnage. Additionally, rumors have circulated that Tom Holland could have a small role in the film, which would connect Spidey (and potentially the MCU) to the Sony SpiderVerse.

Snake Eyes – October 16

The G.I. Joe film franchise has been dormant since Retaliation in 2013, so it would make sense to bring it back with a prequel film telling the origin story of one of the most popular characters in the series. Previously played by Darth Maul actor Ray Park, the titular character is now portrayed by Crazy Rich Asians star Henry Golding.

The Eternals – November 6

While Black Widow kicks off Phase Four of the Marvel Cinematic Universe in May, The Eternals looks to continue it by telling an extraordinarily different kind of story. Taking place over the course of multiple millennia, theatergoers will learn about this immortal alien race created by the Celestials. The Eternals also signals the entry point to the MCU for several high-profile actors including Angelina Jolie, Salma Hayek, Kumail Nanjiani, and Kit Harrington.

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Godzilla vs. Kong – November 20

Legendary’s MonsterVerse comes to a head with Godzilla vs. Kong, the fourth film in the franchise. Bringing the Godzilla that has starred in 2014’s Godzilla and 2019’s Godzilla: King of the Monsters face to face with the King Kong from 2017’s Kong: Skull Island should be an exciting cinematic affair for those who love kaiju films. The human actors are often meant to convey that everyone is afraid and things are out of control, and Legendary has tasked Alexander Skarsgård and Millie Bobby Brown in those roles.

Dune – December 18

Based on the classic novel of the same name, Dune adapts the first half of the iconic science-fiction book with a star-studded cast. Those who watch the film will see the novel brought to life by actors like Timothée Chalamet, Oscar Isaac, Zendaya, Josh Brolin, Dave Bautista, and Stallan Skarsgård.

West Side Story – December 18

The beloved musical gets a modern interpretation. Directed by Steven Spielberg and starring Ansel Elgort and Rachel Zegler, this story of forbidden love is said to follow the original script more closely than the 1961 film many know.

Coming 2 America – December 18

Set 30 years after the events of Coming to America, Coming 2 America looks to do for the Coming to America series what all direct sequels that come 30 years later do: revitalize the series with a mix of heavy-handed nostalgia from the original cast while giving the audience reason to be excited for the future thanks to a charming cast of new characters. Eddie Murphy returns to star, joined by a star-studded cast featuring Arsenio Hall, Jermaine Fowler, Leslie Jones, Tracy Morgan, Wesley Snipes, James Earl Jones, and more.

Tom and Jerry – December 23

The timeless and iconic dynamic of Tom and Jerry makes its way to the big screen just in time to close out the year. This time, the classic animated series joins the trend of animated characters joining the live-action world. It will be interesting to see how the eternal game of cat and mouse translates to this latest cinematic trend this holiday season.

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King of the Lost Boys - Anthony Ramos x Reader (Chapter 1)

Summary: Anthony, or Pan as he is known, is the leader of the messy gang of Lost Boys. He takes a particular interest that borders on feelings, and yet remember: love? He has never heard of it. 

Warnings: Alcohol! Swearing! Probably drugs! They’re Hoodlums™! 

Words: 6,451 (listen...kill me)

A/N: Day 3 of the Write-A-Thon already? Oh my goodness. So when I started this Peter Pan AU, I had no idea how it was going to go. Apparently, that meant this huge mess. This will be a three part series! Thank you to @hamilbye for letting me use her as a wonderful wingwoman in our story! Enjoy. 

The Lost Boys were a charming band of beautiful boys from the wrong side of town. They were the people your parents ushered you away from on the sidewalk, the boisterous laughs in the town square, the ones who spray-painted “the world is ours” on the water tower. They were the bad kids, the ones who smoked cigarettes when the lunch bell rang, the ones who barely made a celebrity appearance in class, and the ones who the students both idolized and feared. They called themselves the Lost Boys because that’s who they were: perpetually wandering the earth, purposeless, wild and free, made of ivy plants, cigarette smoke, sunshine, whiskey and worn leather jackets.

The first of the characters on the sidewalk is a grinning Lin-Manuel, affectionately nicknamed Slightly for his slim build and incredible talent at snatching wallets. He is the most confident of the bunch with an easy gait and a grin that seems to exude solidarity and assuredness. The only people allowed to call him Lin-Manuel are his parents. At school, he goes by Lin and if you break that rule, he’ll break your arm.

Next up is Daveed, also known as Diggs or Nibs. He is the personification of black satin fabric: smooth, beautiful to look at, and utterly desirable. His voice is a weapon of choice when it comes to coaxing a woman and there is no hiding the fact that he is the most popular of the gang, if the survey at school is any indication. A playboy in any context, it’s not odd to see him with a rotation of girls on his arm. There is never one for Diggs; it stems from his inability to make decisions, though he’d never admit it out loud.

Oak is just behind, his codename a source of embarrassment and status. Tootles, they call him, and anyone who giggles a little too hard will receive a glare hot enough to burn a forest down. He is the tallest of the Lost Boys and the strongest. There is no one in their right mind who would willingly attempt to enter a ring with Oak, but despite his size, he is the least violent of the group. In many attempts of gang wars, he is the first to move towards diplomacy and is known for his smooth, persuasive logic. Oak is the ultimate judge.

Chris is slow to follow but does so anyway. Curly, as the boys know him, is quiet and almost always attached at the hip to Slightly. The two had been throwing punches for each other since preschool. This boy is the one who speaks the least and yet secretly adores singing, though he’ll never perform for anyone. Always frowning, it seems, with a cigarette constantly drooping from his lips, Chris is the most mature of the boys. However, that isn’t to say he pulls away from the fights. Rumour has it that it takes Chris a single punch to knock a man’s front teeth out.

The Twins are next, two young men who are together more than they’re apart. Leslie and Jordan, brothers who spend all their time together, are prone to speaking scarily in unison and finishing each other’s sentences. The most mysterious of the group, not many people know their origin or background. One year, they simply appeared, like two sibling rabbits from a hat, blended seamlessly into the leather-studded background of the Lost Boy group and had been a part of that misshapen family ever since.

Pippa, or Tink, is the only female of the group. She was an innocent girl gone typically bad; dyed her hair, picked up a leather jacket and a cigarette and hadn’t been the same since. Respect throughout the school for the only girl in this band of boys grows daily and she has proven herself more than worthy time and time again. She is the right hand man, the second lieutenant, and the girl who is always by the side of the cavalry boy who leads this band of rebels. Tink seems to exude glitter; it is everywhere at once, in her hair, between her toes, underneath her fingernails. No one knows where it comes from.

The best is saved for last. At the front of the group is the leader of the pack, Anthony, or as the entire school whispers, Pan. His name is said with a mixture of awe and fear for this is the boy who resembles the stars, and speaks with a voice softer than a fire’s touch in the middle of winter, and who is built like an angel, whose each and every freckle must be a kiss from the sun. He is the boy who all the boys want to be and the boy who all the girls want to hold. Pan is flawless; he is the epitome of perfection, knows how to hold a cigarette just so, knows how to ruffle his hair to the side just slightly, knows how to snatch your heart with one crooked smile. Pan, the world murmurs, and everyone wonders how such an angel fell from the sky. He must have done something and everyone marvels at it. A boy like that cannot be evil, can he? But the truth is there, hidden in plain sight. It is in the creases of his leather jacket and in the scent of smoke and alcohol on his white t-shirts. This boy is dangerous. Beautifully so.

So now you know who the Lost Boys are, and now we can begin our story about a Pan who fell in love and nearly self-destruct at the thought. Take heed. It is not the gang that makes this boy threatening. It is the ease with which everyone falls in love with him that makes him dangerous.

Not every weekend promised entertainment and a memory that would follow you till the sun came up, but this one was. After a half hour of convincing and another half hour of getting ready, the night had become a prosperous oyster to be cracked open with coaxing hands to receive a shiny pearl. Nat, the one needing all the convincing, seemed to have an allergy to this kind of shellfish.

“How the hell are we even gonna get into this place? We’re minors, remember.”

Sidled up to the mirror in a violet dress, Nat was pouting as she pressed a mascara brush through her eyelashes. You, ready twenty minutes earlier, had been reduced to waiting outside the bathroom, eyes rolling every time Nat fretted.

“What do these fake ID’s look like to you? Just plastic decoration?”

“Oh, shut up. I get nervous. You know that.” She pulled away, looking at her reflection with a satisfied grin before looking over to you. “You look hot.”

A dove grey dress was hugging your body, black heels strapped to your ankles and you responded with a wordless smile. Rumours of an amazing bar that seemed to go easy on the ID process and went hard on promises of alcohol had all but set your school on fire. High school kids, when sniffing out rum, were better than freaking basset hounds. Tonight, with no classes the next morning and plenty of time to be hung-over, was the perfect opportunity to drag a girlfriend out to party.

“Ready?” You questioned, glancing at your phone before shoving it into your clutch.

“Yup. Let’s do this.” She grabbed her own purse before leading the way out of the small house your busy parents had left behind. A taxi had been idling outside and as you slid in, the smell of leather seats gave you a bit of a thrill. Tonight held promise. It was heavy in the air.

Belle Rêve was a messy, badly secured club in the sketchier part of the downtown area. It had opened about two months ago and had gained popularity faster than anyone had thought. Apparently, these people didn’t mind having a couple minors in the place, as long as you had a fake ID that they could pretend to look at and if you didn’t create too much of a stir.

“ID?” The bearded man at the door asked monotonously, and you flashed your best smile, handing over a card.

He glanced at it, grunted, handed it back and waved you through. Nat went through the same process, visibly nervous, and was waved through in moments. A contagious grin spread from your face to hers.

The place was dark, almost as dark as the night outside. Black light glow lightened the whites of waitress’ eyes and enhanced the predatory smiles of young men. A beat vibrated the floor so heavily that it made the lyrics of the song practically nonexistent and the occasional flash of the lights made everything feel light and surreal. Belle Rêve meant “beautiful dream” and God; the club certainly lived up to its name.

“Drinks?” Nat suggested, and you nodded, letting her pull you over to the bar to take a sight.

“Can we get a couple shots please?” You half-yelled over the music and the bartender nodded, disappearing before sliding two small glasses over to you and your friend.

“To this crazy idea,” Nat laughed and you could only grin back, knocking your glass against hers before tipping it back into your throat.

The burn was a welcome feeling and you straightened with adrenaline increasing in your veins, grin still on your face.

“Holy shit,” you laughed.

“I know. More?”

With a nod, Nat flagged down the bartender and you let your eyes wander around the place, trying to find any familiar faces. The sound of a laugh that miraculously carried over the music met your ear before you saw the source. It was a boyish, smooth kind of sound and it pleased you so wonderfully that your gaze was dragged, against its will, to the curly haired boy it had come from. He was turned away from you at the moment, surrounded by several other boys, all of them clad in leather jackets. The boy you were watching seemed to feel your gaze and he turned, a half smile tilting his lips up on one lopsided corner of his mouth. A breath stopped halfway up to your throat.

“Jesus fuck. Is that Anthony Ramos?” Nat’s voice cut into your hazy mind and posed the very question your mind had been repeating.

“Yes.” You swallowed, gaze still locked into his as he refused to stop staring.

You were not one to back down from a fight and, crossing your arms, you met his eyes and didn’t back down, frowning slightly. He grinned and finally, finally, half turned so he could break the connection between you.

You raised an eyebrow and smirked, as if to say, “See? I win” but he only smiled and turned back to his crowd.

Nat was staring at you, eyebrow cocked with a hand on her waist.

“What?” You questioned, eyes narrowing.

“Well, if you’re done eye-fucking our local bad boy, I’d like to have my best friend’s attention back.”

“Oh, shut up, we were just…having a staring contest.”

“Staring contests are for third graders. Third graders don’t undress each other mentally. Now take this freaking shot with me.”

Rolling your eyes with a good-natured smile, you reached out and downed another drink, slamming the glass down on the table. Before you could quip something to Nat about going to find some cute guys to dance with, a brunette waitress set a martini down in front of you.

“I didn’t order this,” you frowned, turning to face the woman (Pamela? Phoebe? The nametag was hard to read in the dark).

“It’s from him,” she threw a glance in the corner and you looked up to meet Anthony’s gaze all over again. He was grinning fully this time.

Frowning, you slid the martini away from you. “Tell him if he wants to talk to me he should do it himself and stop bothering the employees.”

The waitress grinned at that and walked away, moving to speak to him. He watched you during the entire exchange, his grin growing as he received the news. Content that he would stop bothering you and your friend, you turned away and back to Nat.

“What the fuck was that?” You huffed, leaning forward to rest your arms on the bar counter.

“That was a hot boy getting you a drink. For free. Should have just taken it and wasted his time.” Nat sent you a grin.

“You’re right, but with a guy like that, you gotta be careful not to stroke their ego too much.” You sent her a smile and she giggled.

“Hey, I’m gonna head to the bathroom. See you in a bit.” She gave your hand a quick squeeze before standing and finding her way across the club.

You turned back to the bar, leaning over to wave the bartender down. He was a bit busy hitting on a blushing boy on the other side of the bar and you rolled your eyes. Typical. What was a girl supposed to do to get a drink around here?

“Not a martini kind of girl, huh.” A smooth voice, all playful and soft, quipped from behind you.

You swivelled in your seat to come face to face with the same boy who you had been playing eye-games with, just five minutes before. Pan, as everyone knew him, was not just any boy. A drink from him was already impressive. A visit was like Halley’s comet: rare and a lucky chance to see. He was beautiful in the low blue lights of the club. His long, curly hair was tucked around one ear and that crooked grin was showing off his teeth again. The leather jacket he wore fit him so damn well.

“No, I prefer Sex on the Beach.” You gave a shrug, leaning back as you glanced up at him warily.

Everyone heard things about the Lost Boys and what they did, the kinds of people they were aligned with. This was the leader of an unpredictable group of boys approaching you and that could be a bad thing, but the thrill-seeking half of you wanted to wait it out.

“The act, or the drink?” He grinned, taking a seat on the bar stool Nat had abandoned.

“Oh, that’s real class. Haven’t heard that one before.” You rolled your eyes, turning to try and wave the bartender down again.

“Mm, thought not.” He watched you huff with an amused tilt of a brow. “Need some help getting that guy’s attention?”

“In fact, I do.”

“That’s odd. Didn’t think someone who looks like you would have trouble getting a man’s gaze.”

Jaw clenching, you whipped around to meet his eyes. It was time to end this. “Look, I don’t know what the fuck it is you want from me, but you’re probably not going to get it. Now can you please just go back to your gang of “quirky misfits”? I’m trying to enjoy myself.”

Your hands dropped from the air quotes you had added to your scathing remarks and turned away. Out of your peripheral, you could see his shoulders shaking. He was laughing.

“You’re all kinds of feisty, aren’t you? Hm. Okay.” He leaned over the bar and placed two fingers in his mouth, letting out a loud, New York-cab type whistle.

The bartender whipped around, shaken out of his next pick-up line to deliver to the unentertained boy he was hitting on. He walked over with a quick apology to Anthony.

“It’s fine, Isaac. All I need is a quick Sex on the Beach and then you’re free to get back to your, otherwise, very important business.” Anthony shot him a grin.

A moment later, Anthony took the drink and placed it down in front of you, lifting an eyebrow. You stayed silent, completely unwilling to speak to him.

“Take it.” He nodded toward the orange drink on the counter in front of you. “It’s a peace offering for us getting off on the wrong foot.”

Letting out a breath, you slid your hand out to pull the glass closer to you so you could bring it to your lips and take a sip. It would be a shame to let it go to waste.

“What the hell do you want from me?” You murmured, setting down the glass and turning toward the leather jacket-clad leader of the pack.

“A dance.”

You scoffed, reaching to sip your drink again. “No, seriously. What do you want? A one-night stand? Someone to stroke your ego? You came to the wrong place, Pan, I’m not that girl.”

“First of all, I’d prefer it if you’d call me Anthony, and no, you’re not that girl. Which is why all I’m asking for is a dance.”

A pause flowed through the space between you. You reached the bottom of your Sex on the Beach and stared at the melting ice cubes. Wasn’t high school about living fast anyway?

“Fine. But only one dance.” You held your hand up to warn him physically, the drinks settling into your body as a buzz warmed your limbs.

“Wouldn’t dream of asking for anything else.” He grinned and stood in one fluid motion, taking your hand and pulling you onto the dance floor as he stepped forward.

The place was crowded with couples and friends, all of them not paying attention to any boundaries or courtesy of space. There were no rules on the Belle Rêve dance floor and Anthony seemed to be the king of the court. The moment he delved into the crowd, the flow of people seemed to break like water around a stone and he tugged you, almost immediately, to the centre. He turned to you, teeth gleaming in the darkness and reached for your arms, bringing them to wrap around his neck, his own touch drifting to find your waist. 

“What’s your name?” He pulled out that half-smile and the snarky comeback you were going to deliver died in your throat. He had a really good smile.

“(Y/N). And I know who you are.”

“Really now?” He chuckled; hands drifting to grasp your waist, using the newfound leverage to pull you flush against him without warning. “Then you should know to stay away from me.”

There was no response possible then, because your conversation devolved into a dance quickly. With your arms around his neck and his hands pressing into your pelvis, there was a lack of communication that made everything better. After a moment, your eyes closed and you leaned forward, head landing just under his chin. His heart was pounding in his chest and you could hear it louder than the beat. His hips moved fluidly, pressing against you with an insistence that made the hours in the day infinite and the world cease its spinning. People had been right to say that Anthony was a magical kind of boy.

At one point, your eyes flew open and you leaned back to watch him, only to find that his gaze was on you. His hair was wild; curls flying all over the place as your bodies moved amongst a hundred others. There was a sheen of sweat glistening on his collarbone and you had a sudden desire to reach out and lick the length of his neck. A slow grin pulled into place on your mouth and it seemed to bring one from him as well. He leaned forward to whisper against the shell of your ear, setting a shiver down your spine.

“What are you thinking about?”

You looked up at him, pausing. “I feel immortal.”

He threw his head back and laughed, and you made a silent commitment to save that image in your memory: him in your arms, laughing with his hair back and sweat lining his cheekbones. It was a beautiful picture.

“Baby, stay with me and you’ll never have to grow up.” He was still grinning as he promised this and the pet name didn’t go unnoticed.

After that, your eyes closed again and your head found its place against his chest. The song seemed to last forever, but then it ended and there was no point in moving, so one dance melded into three, and then a fourth. By that point, you were covered in sweat and mashed in between Anthony and some other girl’s back.

With him so close, and your view of his face obscured, it was easier to justify your acts. It was easier to pretend that none of this had consequences. You tilted your head just enough to kiss his neck, eyes still closed as if in denial. His skin tasted like smoke and ivy. He tilted his head to the side, giving you better access and you nipped harder and harder, until there was something to show for your work, a purple mark that clashed against his bronze skin beautifully.

You pulled back, eyes half-lidded and all hazy. He was grinning again.

“Guess I’m going to have to be covering that up for a while, huh.” He chuckled, reaching up to push a strand of your hair out of your face. His touch was warm and it took significant will power not to lean into it.

“Anthony,” you mumbled, eyes closing for a second as a decision ran through your mind. The music was pulsing under your feet, making everything seem magnified.

“Yeah?” He replies, already leaning towards you, his hand cupping your jaw with callused hands.

“Kiss me.”

There is not a second to lose, it seems, and he is there before the alarms in your head can go off. His mouth is vicious and insisting, yet pliant against yours and his hands tug you closer. The world is reduced to starbursts of colour under your closed lids and you cannot help the aching tug of your heart as you realize that this boy is better than any kind of adrenaline rush. He is drug-like; someone made of star matter that the human body cannot resist. This is why mortals should not be allowed to kiss angels that fall to the earth. It is too much. It is all too much.

You pull away, hand moving to press against your mouth, trying to scrub the tingle that refuses to go away. His eyes fly open and his mouth is already tilted into that half smile. Fuck, his hair was all ruffled from your grasp and it made you want to kiss him again.

“This is wrong.”

“Come on. I’m not that bad of a kisser, am I?”

“Anthony, this isn’t fucking funny. I can’t do this.” Your mind, in its self-destructive whirlwind, summons a face. “Oh fuck.”

“What?” He moves toward you cautiously, voice concerned now. “What’s wrong?”

“Nat, I lost her, shit, where did she go?” You push yourself onto your tiptoes, searching the room frantically. “I need to find her.”

“Is she the girl you came with?” He asks, eyes scanning the room too.

“Yeah.”

“I think I might know where she is. Come on.” He takes your hand and the warmth of his touch is too comforting for you to turn down at the moment. He leads you through the crowds and to the table where his crew is accumulated, all laughing and talking.

“Yo, Pan, what’s up?” Oak stands to reach out and grasp Anthony’s hand.

“Hey man. I need to know where Nibs is.”

“He was talking to this girl, took her off somewhere. Think maybe in the lounge.” Oak says all this with a shrug, gesturing down the hallway. Then he sees you, hidden behind Ant, your hand clasped in his. “Who’s this?”

“(Y/N) is that girl’s friend. I’m just helping her find her.” Anthony’s voice is oddly tense as he plays it off. Immediately, he lets go of your hand.

“Okay,” Oak raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push. “Good luck.”

As soon as Anthony has led you far enough from his group, he reaches for your hand wordlessly and you don’t fight it. There is a submission to his touch that you seemed to have signed earlier in the night. It was pointless to pull away from something you wanted.

In the dim light, you spot a familiar head of hair, wrapped up in the embrace of what seems to be the professional womanizer of the Lost Boys. You reach over and grab Nat’s hand, giving a tug violent enough for her to stumble into you as she makes a sound of indignation.

“Nat, Jesus, I’ve been looking for you.”

She looks up at you, reaching a hand up to wipe the mouth that was just on Daveed’s, a sheepish smile on her face. “Oops. Sorry.”

“Diggs, come on, man.” Anthony is standing beside his friend, one hand on his hip. 

The culprit is still lounging on the red leather couch, giving a lazy shrug as his grin grows in size. “Pan, it’s not my fault girls love me this much.”

“You disgust me.” You snap at him, giving Nat’s hand a tug as you march toward the exit. A thought that Anthony is calling after you registers dimly but you pay no mind.

It isn’t till you’ve managed to push your way to the doors that he actually catches up and cuts ahead of you.

“(Y/N), wait up!” He puts a hand on your shoulder and you flinch out of his touch, turning to face him.

“What do you want, Anthony?”

“I just…when am I going to see you again?” He asks, voice soft. Nat makes a noise but you squeeze her hand viciously.

“I don’t know. Just leave it, okay? I’ll see you around.” You breathe out and turn away, pushing out of the doors to wave down a cab.

It’s too much. All of it, it’s accumulated so fast that it’s overwhelming. At the start of the night, Pan was just a name to you and the Lost Boys were simply a reputation with no substance. But by now, Pan has become a shadow like personality, the Lost Boys are a reality and Anthony is the centre of all your mind’s twisted thoughts. You were wrong to think a kiss with an angel would not prove consequential. You were wrong to think that Anthony would not be special. You were wrong, and there was no satisfaction in a feeling like that.

The taxi ride was silent. Nat, treated to one too many drinks by Daveed, had passed out on your lap and your hands idly pulled through the tangles left in her hair. There was too much room in the car that left your brain defenceless. Thoughts came and wait without your consent and too many slides of Anthony’s face were projected in your mind’s eye. A tingle that had never really disappeared tickled at your mouth and you reached a hand up to brush over the remnants of lipstick, trying to rub his presence off your mouth. It didn’t work.

With Nat’s arm draped around your shoulders and her groaning, the door was difficult to open quietly but not impossible. As soon as you had her on the couch, turned safely on her side in case she threw up in the night, you tugged the afghan around her and pressed a pillow under her head.

Tired, aching and frazzled, your bed looked wonderfully comfy at the moment. The dove grey dress came off and the battle heels were discarded, all in favour of a worn short sleeve shirt and a pair of shorts. The taste of peach schnapps was souring quickly in your mouth, so a toothbrush full of toothpaste was reached for. It was just as you were rinsing your mouth that the first tap sounded at your window.

Must have been the oak tree beside your window. As you busied yourself with wiping off streaked make-up, another came. Then one more, and then a steady tap, tap, tap, tap that had become so incessant that it couldn’t be a harmless tree branch.

Small shadows were hitting the windowpane, and your view revealed tiny, harmless pebbles smacking against the glass. You waited for the rocks to stop, and a pause came. Pushing the window up, you peeked your head out, squinting into the darkness.

“(Y/N), it’s me.” That voice, one you were not at all acquainted with but could pick out amongst a thousand others rang out quietly. It crossed your mind that you very much enjoyed the way he said your name.

“Pan?”

“I thought I told you to call me Anthony.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“Yes.”

“What are you doing in my fucking yard? Leave.”

“This is what I get for trying to be spontaneous. I should have known a girl like you would have seen it as creepy and not romantic. Hang on a minute, I’m gonna get up there.”

“Like fuck you are!”

He didn’t reply but instead let the rusting of the tree’s leaves fill the space instead. You stood, fretting, at the windowsill, leaning down as you tried to make out his form in the darkness. Through the night, you couldn’t quite tell how he had even managed to scale his way up to the small slice of roof next to your window. Pretty soon, his white teeth were illuminating the dark next to you. 

“Jesus, how did you get up here?”

“I flew.”

“You’re hilarious. Anthony, what are you doing here?” You were whispering furiously, arms crossed as you realized that he was encroaching on a private space that you had felt un-scrutinized in.  

“I came to see you.” He made himself comfortable on the tin roof and shot you another grin, looking down to idly brush at his jeans.

A breath filled your lungs and you stared at him, wide-eyed, for a moment. “You’re crazy. You are actually crazy.”

“So I’ve heard. Now are you going to join me, or am I just going to have to freeze, Titanic-style, on your freaking roof?”

You let out a disbelieving squeak, but paused, hands worrying at the hem of your shirt, before you cursed under your breath and pulled a leg up to crawl out the window. The metal was cool under your exposed thighs and the night air nipped at any exposed skin. A shiver ran down your spine. His mention of a very classic romantic comedy tucked itself away for further leverage. Why were you out here? Was it the request of a boy that your lack of control could not deny? Or was it just a simple agreement that yes, this could be enjoyable? Damn you and your inability to steel decisions.

“Anthony.”

“Mm.”

“Why are you here?”

“I thought we addressed this, sweetheart,” he turns toward you, pulling his legs up to cross them, a youthful grin on his face. “I’m here to see you.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“Exactly. Me being here solves that.”

“Does it?”

“Absolutely.”

An attempt at a scoff bubbled up from your chest but came out in the form of a chuckle. His grin widened. You hadn’t quite meant to let him have the satisfaction of making you laugh but it seemed to be too late.

“Look, I’m sorry about Diggs.” Anthony let out a slow breath. “Women are his vice.”

“Yeah, I figured. I should have known, Nat is everybody’s type, she’s beautiful, and your friend doesn’t seem to be especially picky either. I’m not angry.”

He sent you a slow smile, all innocent and sunshine-y. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you stared, but you quickly turned to the sky. The temperature seemed to be dropping even further down and you shivered a little more violently, hands clenching into fists. Warm leather came down on your shoulders and tucked easily around your waist, a touch lingering for a moment and then pulling away.

“What is this for?” The leather jacket is worn but comfortable as you tug it a bit closer around you.

“Honey, you looked cold.” He deadpans. “What do you think it’s for?”

“I…” The scathing remark your brain was fighting to come up with seems to lose its light and the point of keeping up an argument becomes arbitrary. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” He grins.

A silence fell with heaviness, a proper mix of uncomfortable and content, as if neither one could decide whether this was an enjoyable pause or not. Thankfully, the question didn’t have to last long.

“Do you know the story of Altair and Vega?” His voice is soft, and you turned to see that his gaze was trained on the night sky.

“Like, the constellations?”

“Yeah.”

“Well…no, not really.”

“They were lovers,” he smiles, giving a gentle chuckle. “You can see them, just up there.” He scooted closer to point more accurately, and though the story’s focus was the constellations, almost all your attention was focused on the warmth his thigh provided as it pressed against yours.

“See, their parents didn’t approve of the match. Vega, she had immortal family who were gods and Altair was just a cow herder.” Out of your peripheral, you can see his eyes drift towards you at this.

“But they disobeyed their parents and spent every minute they could together. When their parents found out, they split them up on either side of a river. The Milky Way Galaxy spiral makes this little trail between them. They stare at each other from across the water and weep for their lost love.”

“Come on, are any of the constellation stories happy ones?” You interrupted, a nervous babble that seemed to spew out of your mouth without regarding your own thoughts. Luckily, he laughed.

“There’s more. The magpies sympathize with them; so once a year, they flock together over the river and make a bridge so that Altair can go to her and they spend a single day together. It’s enough for them. But it’s all they get.” He shoots you a soft smile.

Was this really the person who led the Lost Boys? The notorious leader of the pack who was put on a pedestal and revered for his playboy-ish ways? It couldn’t be. Pan’s mask was crumbling to reveal a boy named Anthony who wasn’t quite like the role he played.  

“Romantic constellations? Titanic? Don’t tell me the famous Pan is a secret softie at heart.” You shot him a grin, bumping your elbow into his ribs.

“Hey, not me.” He chuckled, holding his hands up. “I’m a badass through and through.”

“A badass who knows about lovers in the sky and has seen the most iconic sad romance movie of all time.”

“Yes.”

“Some badass.” You laugh again, a fuller sound this time and he takes note, turns to you with a delighted grin.

“So she knows how to laugh!” His grin only widens.

“Sometimes. And usually at better jokes than yours.”

“Ouch. And just when I was going to pull out another one of my constellation stories. How ungrateful.”

“He’s got another one?” You grinned, giggling. “Pan: confirmed softie.”

“Hey, this one is cool.” He pointed again, motioning to a star that gleamed a little brighter than its neighbours.

“See that? That’s the second star to the right.”

“To the right of what?”

“Just to the right. Now listen. That is my star. It always has been.”

“Anthony, no one is allowed to take a star, that’s not-“

“Are you gonna listen, or not?” He cocked an eyebrow, tilting his head with a chuckle.

You huffed, but nodded, properly reprimanded. He chuckled again and nodded. 

“That star has my name on it, I’m sure of it. And if you’re ever in trouble, or you need someone, and I’m not around…just look to the second star to the right, and know that it is my star always watching you, no matter what. Okay?” Anthony turned to you, a soft smile that knocked the breath straight out of your lungs. It was hard to breathe, and harder still to speak.

“Okay.”

He had pressed a hand to yours as he made his promise, then moved his touch to cradle your jaw. The night was cold and his touch was fire. The world ceased its rounds, just as it did in the club, and you were falling towards him with a speed that astounded you. His mouth is just there, millimetres from granting sweetness but no, no, no, stupid girl.

“Anthony, I can’t.”

He stops immediately, freezes where he is and his eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes in seconds.  

“Why?” His voice is barely a whisper.

“Because I can’t. We can’t, it-it doesn’t make sense. Let’s just not get ahead of ourselves. Okay?”

He pulls back, looks down at the hand that had just been cupping your face, then returns his gaze to yours. He’s smiling, all soft.

“Okay.”

Relief fills your body, but the cold left over from his near electrocuting touch bothers you more than you had hoped it would.

“Now, I need to get to sleep. And you need to get off my roof.” You shoo him with a laugh, and he grins.

“I suppose you’re right. Get some rest.” He calls as you turn to crawl back through your windowsill.

“Goodnight, Anthony.” You turn to see a last glance of the shadow perched on the precipice of your roof.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

You had been expecting him to swing onto the oak tree’s branches, but instead he crouched, balanced for a moment, and then jumped. The movement took you so badly by surprise that his name nearly came flying from your mouth, but after waiting to see the damage, you saw the shadow of his outline stepping across your lawn and soundlessly making his way down the street.

That boy really could fly.

With the cold finally kept outside, your limbs warmed quickly and you reached to rub some blood flow back into your bare arms, but underneath your touch was leather. Anthony’s jacket was still hanging loosely around your shoulders, scented of whiskey and mist. Taking it off gingerly, you ran an absent finger over the creases of the worn fabric, then perched it gently on the chair before retreating to curl up in bed.

Sleep came easy but dreams of a figure sprinkled with ivy leaves and a laugh that sounded like Anthony’s traipsed through your mind all night. Flashes of scenes at the club, the feeling of his body and his mouth on yours mixed together and by morning, all you could remember about the whirlpool of visions was the gleam of a familiar star. The second one to the right, to be quite specific.

#anthony ramos x reader #anthony ramos imagine #hamilcast imagine #peter pan au #neverland au #hamwriters writeathon

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City lights: 01. Babygirl

Daveed Diggs x South African!Black!O.C

Ch.1

Warnings:

Swearing/cursing

Alcohol consumption

Suggestive content

A.N: Covid? We don't know her here. I didn't wanna be restricted so I decided to pretend that shit didn't happen. Sorry❤️.

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10:00 p.m

Cubaña Midrand

20 February 2020

"Happy Birthday Dear Mawande! Happy birthday to you!" "Aii umdala mfana (you're old bro!)"

32. Its not really a special age to most, but to Mawande and her friends? Every year was special. Every birthday is a celebration of how far they had made it and the fact that they were all still together since primary school. A couple were lost on the way but they were grateful for each other. They'd been through so much with each other that they were a family but that's a story for later.

This little begins story begins at Mawande's birthday party. She and her friends getting drunk out of minds knowing damn well that tomorrow morning she had to be on set for a new movie she was starring in as the leading lady. Did they care though? No!

"DJ re batla ho tants'a (we wanna dance)!" Amo yellsled. In response, he played Phone yam. All of a sudden phones were on ears and a Ciroc bottle was on her other friend Sphesh's head, Kayla was playing with a whole ass Tanqueray bottle as if it's a toy. Mara it's like Ami always says "Utywala (alcohol) will hlanyis you (make you crazy)."

She felt something heavy fall on her shoulder. It was someone's arm. She looked up to see her best guy friend Refloe, aka Casper Nyovest. "These people are drunkards mahn," he chuckled. She raised an eyebrow remembering what he said earlier on. "Sonke sthand' utywala angisho guys?(We all love alcohol don't we guys?)" she mocked. He shook his head. "So vele you're going to use my own words against me?" he laughed. She grinned like a cheshire cat. "Damn right!"  He smirked mischievously. "SONKE STHAND' UTYWALA ANGISHO GUYS!?" he yelled from next to her. "Voetsek Refloe! You only making shit worse," she cackled as she smacked his arm.

She needed some air and a drink so went went over to the bar. "Marc." The young bartender rushed to her service leaving the young man he was probably flirting with. "Hey Wande, what can I get you?" he inquired with a smile. Mawande loved how Marcus enjoyed what his job. She thought it was refreshing. "A dawa would be nice," she, shrugged. "One dawa coming right up."

While she waited, a deep voice spoke from her left.

"You know I've never heard of a Dawa before."

She turned to see who had spoken and honestly, she liked what she saw. The way his skin glowed in the gold lighting made him even more gorgeous. His hair, oh God his hair. It made Mawande wanna cry. It was absolutely perfect, curls and all. His eyes were illuminated by the light, giving them a little sparkle like in the movies. His smile was so angelic. And his body; she could see his biceps through his jacket and although his pants weren't really tight, she could tell he was well endowed. The way his chain hung off his neck, put her panties at risk. Her drink hadn't even arrived yet so she couldn't take a sip to quench her suddenly intensified thirst. She had to focus. She didn't want him to think she wanted him.

"It was originally a Brazilian medical remedy, but was passed over to the Kenyans. I guess my people turned it into booze," she chuckled nonchalantly. "What's in it?" "Lime, suiker and vodka." His face scrunches up in confusion. Had she said anything wrong?

"What's the second one?" "Suiker." He smiled again. "In English." Her eyes widened as realization hit her like a train. The guy was not South African. She chastised herself for not having picked that up from the accent, not the fact that he didn't know basic Afrikaans. "Ohh, its Afrikaans for sugar. I'm sorry thought you were from around here for some reason," she apologized. He just chuckled softly. "Nah its okay."

"Wande, I got your Dawa right here," Marcus said as he slid the drink over to her. She thanked him with a grateful smile. "Wande?" the mystery man next to me asked. "Its short for Mawande," she replied before taking her first sip. "That's a beautiful name. What does it mean? What language is it?" His posture had become more relaxed and his whole body had turned toward her. He was genuinely interested. "My native tongue, Xhosa. Others say "May the house increase," others say "Expansion of God's wisdom"." He nodded at her explanation. "My name's Daveed," he said sticking his hand out. "Its pleasure to meet you Daveed," Mawande said while shaking his hand. "Pleasure's all mine Mawande."

Mawande thanked the lord that her name was easy to pronounce.

The vibe in the club had cooled down when the DJ played Abantu by Mobi Dixon and Samthing Soweto. Well the music had cooled down. Mawande could hear her people singing at the top of their lungs on the dance floor. She was positive that either Refloe or Amo were in the middle of it all. It made her laugh.

"So Mawande, you came here alone?" he asks. His question sounded like he was hoping she didn't have a boyfriend. "Nah. About 75% of the people here are with me. What about you?" she asked. Mawande herself low-key hoped he didn't have a girlfriend. Or a wife. "Nah just here with a couple friends," he shrugged. Just then his face lit up. "Hey you wanna dance?" he offered. "The song's about to finish," she chuckled. "Well there's still the next one," he said with a smirk. She finished my drink and got up from the bar stool. Daveed looked up at her in a mix of confusion, hope and dread. "Come on," she said offering her hand. He smiled again which Mawande found to be the most adorable thing ever, and took my hand. In just a moment they were on the dance floor with their friends.

The next song? Baby Girl by Casper. As expected, everyone grabbed their significant others. Daveed's hands snaked around her waist, while her arms wrapped around his neck. "I like your curly hair and your physique baby, you're unique baby, you're so complete baby," Mawande sang along. Daveed smirked down at her and shook his head, making his curls bounce. "Do you now?" he chuckled. "How sure are you that I was addressing you?" she snarked. He feigned a hurt expression. "Ouch. My feelings." She laughed at his behaviour. "Aren't you supposed to back it up when they say "Back up for me"?" Daveed joked. "Oh I will the next time he says it," she chirped. He raised a challenging eyebrow. The glint in her eyes was devilish. She wasn't joking. He pulled her closer as she started twerking on his crotch when Cas sang "Baby won't you back up, back up for me."

"Cause I can get you wetter, set up, living better. I can show you levels never never achieved." At that point, Mawande could feel Daveed's boner. She didn't mind it though, her nipples felt the exact same way. She thought about how maybe they could leave together. After all they're both responsible adults that aren't drunk, but then again they know nothing about each other and Mawande was not a fan of one night stands.

They had been seated at the bar again, talking about a bunch of books they had both recently read when Refloe walked up to the pair wearing a shit eating grin. "So Wande, you wanna introduce me to your muntuza (significant other)?" Mawande chuckled. "Fefe this is my new friend Daveed. Daveed, this is my bro Refloe, aka Casper Nyovest, aka Mr Fill up, formerly the sexy chubby ninja." The gentlemen shook hands and exchanged "nice to meet you"s. "Anyway I popped over to tell you that we're heading to my crib to keep the party going," Refloe announced. "Nah y'all can go ahead, ndiyavuka ngomso." Refloe nodded and gave Mawande a hug before leaving the pair.

"I see my people have abandoned me," Daveed mumbles. "But you know your way around right?" Mawande had a feeling that this guy hadn't been around long. "Not at all. I'll just call an Uber," he shrugged. "Where you staying?" "Morningside. Sandton. We got a house there." Mawande smiled at the convenience. "Awesome my place is about 10 minutes away, in Sandhurst. I'll just drive you," Mawande offered. Daveed raised an eyebrow and smirked. "How do I know you're not trying to kidnap me?" Mawande frowned in response. "Wrong country my guy. We're going through some shit right now," she deadpanned. Daveed's eyes widened. "Holy shit that was ignorant of me to say. I am so sorry."

Mawande laughed as the adonis in front of her apologized frantically. It was just too cute. "It's okay dude. Just don't ever say shit like that again." Daveed sighed in relief. "For a second there I thought you hated me." "I would've if you weren't so attractive," she shot back while she looked for her keys. Eventually she found them and smiled at Daveed. "Shall we?"

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Morningside Sandton

1:00 a.m

The drive to Daveed's place was full of laughter and what Mawande called her unbearable screeching. Daveed called it Mawande's angelic singing. He liked everything he knew about Mawande, even if it wasn't much. What was on the surface didn't matter but her curves, her long dark dreadlocks, her warm mocha skin, her big light brown eyes, her small yet plump dark lips, her small button shaped nose, it all made her look absolutely perfect.

But under the surface was so much more. He didn't know much about her except for her excellent taste in literature but he knew there was so much more to her. He wanted to explore her mind, body and soul. He wanted to know every inch of her, inside and out.

Daveed was snapped out of his thoughts by the car stopping. They were parked outside the house he was staying at and Mawande was looking at him. "So uhm, we're here," she said shyly. He didn't know what to say. "Thanks. For the amazing night and the ride here." A small smile danced onto her face. "Can I get your number?" Daveed asked as he handed her his phone. She typed her name and number in before handing him his phone. "I uh hope to see you soon, or at least get a call." He could tell that she was nervous. He couldn't blame her, he was too. How could he not be, she was one of the most beautiful and funniest women he had met in his life. Of course he'd call her soon.

"Well this is it. I wish tonight didn't have to end," she sighed. "It doesn't have to," he said suggestively. She chuckled and shook her head. "I have to be up really early tomorrow." Daveed chuckled and nodded in understanding, remembering that he had to do the same. "Yeah me too. I don't know why I suggested that." She smiled again. "Some other time?" "Yeah. Definitely."

"Good night Mawande."

"Good night Daveed."

Finally, he got out of her car and headed for his place. The minute he unlocked his door she drove off. That was also the minute when Daveed realized he was bloody dense and didn't know her last name.

#daveed diggs #daveed diggs x reader #daveed diggs x original character #daveed diggs x black original character #daveed diggs x black reader #daveed diggs fanfiction #rafael casal #city lights

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Thank youuuuuuu Cassie ( @afterglowingassassin ) for tagging me into this <3

A - Age: 21 (*whispers menacingly* soon!)

B - Biggest fear: I'd say failing and being laughed at

C - Current time: 08:49 am (uGH EXAMS)

D - Drink you last had: cider

E - Everyday starts with: the alarm blaring under my pillow and me starting to make a list of all the saints I can swear upon or my baby brother making enough noise to wake me up

F - Favourite Song: yeah, no. I See Fire- Ed Sheeran, Florence Tarantella- Jasper Kyd; Inside the Case- James Newton Howard; Night Time- Daveed Diggs; My Shot- the original Hamilton cast; Beer and Friends- Lorne Balfe; Jokes Jokes Jokes- Austin Wintory

G - Ghosts, are they real: .....that's debatable

H - Hate: arrogant, self entitled, racist, xenophobe people

I - In love with: no one, technically, but actually, with like, uncountable fictional characters and/or actors

K - Killed someone: no(t yet)

L - Last time I cried: that's a very good question, I think Monday

M - Middle name: technically, it's Corciovei, but that's actually a part of my family name

N - Number of siblings: 1 younger (annoying beyond measure) brother

O - One wish: well, I wish for peace and end of all conflicts, but that ain't gonna happen too soon, so I'll go with having my book published and people liking it (hoping I finish it)

P - Person I last called / texted: Agnes, my best friend

Q - Questions you are always asked: 'how are you?' 'what are you doing?' and questions related to uni, lecture notes and exams

R - Reasons to smile: my family, my friends (all of them, including y'all), finishing a chapter, finishing a good drawing, being able to write a scene that good, nature, the crisp air of the winter morning, COFFEE, Assassin's Creed, Turn starting in a few months, Black Sails starting tomorrow, Vikings, the books that need to come..

S - Song last sang: I hate you, by Simon Curtis

T - Time you woke up: 8:30 am

U - Underwear Colour: striped - dark blue with green tzutzkis (you know, the fb stickers?)

V - Vacation destination: I think I'd go to Busteni again this year, or the Black Sea shore

W - Worst habit: jiggling my leg, overthinking, probably procrastinating, probably starting 39009384093 projects in the same time and not finishing them and starting others

X - Xrays you’ve had: teeth

Y - Your favourite food: anything with chicken and fries

Z - Zodiac sign: libra

Tagging you guys!: @meridianrose @dreamywritingdragon @ac1234unity @emouel @dacian-assassin @captainswanandclintasha

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City lights: 02. Text me

Daveed Diggs x South African!Black!O.C

Ch.2

Warnings:

Swearing/cursing

Alcohol use

Suggestive content

Inaccurate translations

A.N: @ramp-it-up and @ohsoverykeri-blog chapter 2 is here!!! Quicker than even I expected😂. Idk this is so much easier to write because it's a South African character with Daveed Diggs. It's just two bonuses man! Anyway, enjoy❤️p.s if anyone else wants in on the taglist, please let me know via asks, replies and reblogs❤️

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Sandhurst Sandton: Mawande's place

21 February 2020

6:00 a.m

Mawande ventured through the quiet house careful not to wake anyone up. She had managed to wake up early and get ready, and slip on a simple tracksuit accompanied by a two ponytails. She couldn't wait to get to work. She had worked with the entire cast before and they were all good friends to her. All of them except for her co-star. Daveed Diggs. She had wondered last night if Daveed was her co-star but then brushed it off because this is Africa and those things don't happen here. She never even bothered to Google him. She preferred it be genuine when they met since he wasn't South African. She'd figure everything out at work anyway.

All she had to do before leaving the house was eat breakfast without waking her friends up. Well the other 3 at least. Neo was already awake sipping on what was probably coffee in her pajamas and a doek covering her afro.

Neo Mokoena was thick, all her curves in the right places with a flat tummy. A proper yellowbone with an afro to die for. Her eyes were hazel, making her even more beautiful. But she was more than just a pretty face and perfect body. Neo was a defense attorney. A good one at that. The girls had always joked about how she'd get them out of whatever shit they'd get into later on in life. She was also an amazingly kind soul. If pushed though, she wouldn't hesitate to tell people where to get off and she wouldn't hesitate to throw hands for her day ones. She didn't take shit from anybody in any shape or form though. Unlike Mawande.

"Before you ask why I'm awake, I was given a case last night and I'm expected to meet my client and get started today," Neo deadpanned. "Do you want coffee?" she asked Mawande. Mawande shook her head and reached for the box of All Brans in the top cupboard. "I'm a cereal baby," she shrugged.

She made her breakfast and sat at the table across Neo. "So I heard unali motho nou (you have a new significant other now)." Mawande chuckled as her brain recollected last night's events. "Refloe waphapha shem (Refloe is forward shame)." Neo looked at Mawande expectantly. "Utsena kae wena? (where do you come in? a.k.a how is that any of your business?)" Mawande chastised her. Neo just laughed. "I've been your best friend since primary mfana (boy/bro). Primary. No chommie (friend) I deserve to know," Neo sulked playfully. Mawande giggled at her friend's antics. "Nah chommie he's just a friend," she shrugged. At that exact moment, an exaggerated cough could be heard coming from the staircase. The girls looked up to find (a crusty ass) Amogelang raising a skeptical eyebrow at Mawande's statememt and snorted.

Amogelang Mokoena. Neo's twin sister. Her crazy twin sister. While Neo was kind and reserved, Amo was...different. Her language was explicit, like if anyone dared to have her name in their mouths for the wrong reason, she would phakela them their ndabas (basically tell them their shit) before absolutely moering them (fucking them up/beating them). A little ratchet Architect with the mouth of a sailor she was. A beautiful one at that. Light skin and hazel eyes just like her sister's, but unlike Neo though she wasn't exactly thick. She just had a moderate sized ass (not really big, not really small), moderate sized boobs and a flat tummy. Standing at 5'7, she loved her high heels almost as much as she loved partying.

"Wa rasa wena jou swine (you're making noise you swine)." Neo's tone was playful but stern. Amo frowned. "Voetsek," she whispered while flipping them off. "Nawe, sies (right back at you)," Mawande hissed playfully. Amo ran down the stairs to the kitchen, leaning next to Mawande she took the spoon in the bowl and scooped up some of her cereal. "I could hear you lying from upstairs," Amo mumbled through a mouthful of cereal. Mawande flicked the back of her neck. "It's rude to talk with food in your mouth," Mawande stated. "Phumakim tuu (Please get off my case)," Amo groaned.

She then turned her attention to her sister. "And then wena? Why are you awake?" "Mmereko (work)," Neo deadpanned. Amo tsked in pity before turning her attention back to the topic that had brought her to the kitchen in the first place. "Ya wena. (Yes you.) You're busy here doparing stokos ko Cubaña, then you have the audacity to tell us that y'all are friends. (Picking up hotties at Cubaña.) Vele vele how stupid do you think we are (Exactly)?" Amo said with a slow head shake. Mawande finished her cereal and rinsed her bowl wordlessly before grabbing her backpack and car keys, and heading for the door. "Hello! Mosadi we! (Woman!) 'Ya kae? (Where are you going?)" Neo yelled after her. "Mmerekong my darlie (work my darling)." "Tell us how it goes chommie!" Amo squealed. "I will if y'all stay out of my business!"

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Sandton Central: Work

13:00

Lunch had just ended and Daveed had to start filming his own scenes. He had stayed in his trailer to revise his script and make sure he was fully prepared. He wasn't really used to the whole romantic comedy scene much less in another country but he was willing to give it a shot.

The premise of the movie was that his character would wake up in bed with his work nemesis after a reckless night out. They go their separate ways only to find out that they got married in Sandton the night before. Due to the fact that they're both world renowned lawyers and are well respected, they decide to ride it out for a year and act like they're actually married in front of the public, their colleagues and their families. As difficult as it is they manage, eventually falling in love about 6 months in. Everything goes to shit though when his character's best friend let's it slip that it was an accident at a family gathering and exposes them. Her reputation goes through the most and for this reason they don't speak for some time but with the help of their marriage counselor they fix things. In they end they decide to actually stay married and have a huge white wedding at the end.

The cast consisted of Thomas Gumede, Thando Thabethe, Nomzamo Mbatha, Khanya Mkangisa, SK Khoza, Loyiso McDonald, Zenande Mfenyana, Rapulana Seputla, Khanyi Mbau, Zandile Mutswana, his best friend Rafael Casal and many more.

His co-star was an actress named Mawande Xaluva. He should've done research but he chose not to, he wanted to suprise himself. He thought about how Mawande who he met last night could be the one but then brushed those thoughts away. That would be too unrealistic. According to Rafa, Mawande Xaluva had done plenty of theatre and on screen work. She had plenty awards and even an Oscar and a Tony. She kept a low profile though because no one knew anything about her unless she announced it. Will Smith, Nicki Minaj, Viola Davis, Michael B Jordan and a bunch of other A-listers followed her on Instagram. Including Rafa himself. Daveed though chose to stay in the dark when it came to his leading lady's identity. He did wonder how she looked or what kind of person she was though. He'd actually be lying if he said he wasn't excited to meet her.

He was snapped out of thoughts by a knock on the door of his trailer. "Come in." A crew member popped their head in through the door. "Mr Diggs, you're needed on set." Daveed nodded and followed the young woman to the part of set where he was needed.

They arrived in the bedroom where the they'd be shooting his first scene. He stood by listening for what would be happening while they all waited for his co-star. He had done nude scenes before on Snowpiercer. This didn't intimidate him. "Where's Mawande?" the director asked. Suddenly the bedroom door burst open and a young woman in a white robe of her own burst in. "I'm here! I'm so sorry, lunch took a little long with Thando," she explained breathlessly. During her friendly exchange with the director Daveed lost himself in his thoughts. He didn't see her face when she ran in but he recognised her voice and dreadlocks. Her warm dark skin and her body. Her small but round ass stared at him through the robe. Hell she looked a lot like...

"Daveed, this is your leading lady-" "Mawande?"

"Daveed?"

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Sandhurst Sandton: Mawande's place

7:15 p.m

Mawande was grateful that the next time she had to show up on set was after two days. She could tell that the rest of the day was gonna go to shit with the amount of noise her friends were making. She knew the next step was champagne. Hell Lulama made sure to come home with a bottle because she believed that "they had to celebrate Mawande getting richer by the minute".

Lulama Khope was the "Barrie" (idiot) of the group. She wasn't actually stupid, she had a PhD in business for shits sake. It's just that as smart as she was, she was known for saying the dumbest shit known to man. She was a jokester and lived for the positive things in life. She was a model who had worked with renowned designers like David Tlale and brands like Versace. Lulama looked a lot like Mawande. Just taller at 6'3. But other than that, others would swear they were twins. Same skin tone, same body and facial structure, same brown eyes. Same grandparents. Yes, Mawande and Lulama were cousins. Their moms were twins, so they grew up side by side. But when Mawande's mother passed away, she had to move in with their other aunt who Mawande immediately saw as a mother. The rest of the family didn't see it like that though but we'll get there later.

All 4 girls had issues with their families, some more than most. Amo and Neo were basically disowned when their father died. Lulama never spoke to anyone in her family but her older brother and parents. And Mawande...Eventually all the girls finished high school and college and bought an apartment together before they all got really well paying jobs. Refusing to separate though, they ended up buying their little expensive paradise in Sandhurst and living there together like the family they had grown to be. They all had luxary cars and wore the best clothes though to show that they were well off. The biggest reason was to swabisa (piss off) their families.

Shit, we're off topic now. Back to the story.

"Guess we got a situationship," the girls sang as Lulama opened the champagne bottle. "Chommie this one was made for you," Amo said to Mawande. Mawande chuckled and shook her head. "Akuna (there's no) situationship. Wande le (and) David ke di chommie fela (are just friends)," Neo explained. "Daveed," Lulama corrected. Neo rolled her eyes and flipped her off. "Aii kuyafana (its the same thing)." "6 no 9!" the girls shouted in unison.

"Mara (but) his friend, bare ke mang (what's his name again)...Rafa! Ya, Rafa is cute. In fact. He's sexy," Amo mused as she scrolled through his Instagram. Everyone turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "Oh rea stalka nou (so we're stalking now)?" Neo joked. "Fok off jou swine (fuck off you swine)." Lulama and Mawande laughed at Amo and Neo's shananigans.

"So like, uzaumthini uDavid wabantu (what are you going to with poor David)," Neo asked Mawande as she took a sip from her glass. "Mxm sukusa, (don't be silly). I didn't know. We didn't really get the time to talk," Mawande shrugged.

Honestly, Mawande liked Daveed. He seemed very sweet, calm, shy. He was smart too and she needed someone to challenge her intellectually. His abs would haunt her dreams forever as she pondered on how they felt. Her body ached for hands that had never even touched it before. She couldn't blame herself though. The man was a walking angel in his own right.

She was brought back from her thoughts when everyone hummed sarcastically. "Voetsek zinja! (Piss off bitches!)" Mawande said between laughs. Her laugh was cut off by a cushion that decided to make friends with her face.

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Morningside Sandton: Daveed's place

7:10 p.m

As Daveed opened his beer and watched a basketball game, he sighed in content. Two days off set was exactly what Daveed needed especially with what had happened today.

He had discovered that he had the exact same set schedule as Mawande and he really didn't mind. During the ride home last night, he had gotten to know her. Down to Earth young woman who wasn't ashamed of where she came from. She didn't really have a struggle story. Her family never had a problem taking care of her, they just couldn't afford luxary. Luxary she never asked for but worked for because it was her mother would've wanted.

He didn't have the same schedule as Rafa though which is why he had to tell him the story instead of focusing on the game until now. "Shit Diggs. So are you gonna talk to her?" Rafa asked. "Like I've seen her, and uhm I can tell. Daveed shook his head. "I don't know man. Maybe I should call her," he shrugged.

Daveed decided before he called her, it was time he visited her Instagram. @m.xaluva.rsa. Her bio read: "Super Saiyan God" with a flame and the South African flag at the end. He chuckled remembering when she told him she grew up watching Anime and as cliche as it was, Dragon Ball was her favourite.

Under that was a list of accounts, probably her friends:

@lulax.the.gemini

@thereal_neo_mokoena

@amogelang_mokoena_official

She had 300 posts and 15 million followers. Her latest post was a set of pictures from her birthday.

1st slide: Mawande holding a silver bottle of champagne wearing a red dress that hugged her curves and silver red bottoms.

2nd slide: Mawande kissing her friend Refloe on the cheek while holding giant balloons that said 32

3rd slide: Mawande and her friends surrounding a huge ass gold and red cake, all holding different types of alcohol.

4th slide: Mawande and her friends in an emotional group hug

5th slide: Mawande and her friends wearing bikinis and sunglasses, sitting in poolside chairs holding up middle fingers. The picture looked a little older and the girls looked slightly younger.

The caption said: "Life utricky njenge maze." He had no idea what that meant but he liked the post anyway. After going through her other posts and not liking to avoid looking weird he followed her.

"Shit her friends are all gorgeous, don't get me wrong. But this Amo girl, she is fine," Rafa commented as he scrolled through her Instagram posts. "And she has just followed me," Rafa announced with a shit eating grin on his face. Daveed chuckled at his friend's antics and put his phone down. "Right so Brian just sent me a text saying we should hit this place called Gold Reef city before work decides to whoop our asses," Rafa mumbled. "The theme park?" Daveed had heard of the place from the guys he had met the night before. "Yeah." "Sure why not?" Daveed shrugged.

To be honest, his brain was elsewhere. Mawande. He barely knew the woman but he was enchanted. He wanted her to be his. She was so talented and intelligent and kind hearted and beautiful and sexy and...God she was perfect. He made a mental note to tell her that one day. His brown skin queen who made herself comfortable in his mind and heart. He needed to know where he stood with her.

"So when is this happening?" Daveed asked Rafa, trying to keep his mind of Wande.

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Sandton Central: Mawande's trailer

24 February 2020

6:30 p.m

Mawande was about to leave for home when a knock sounded on her door. She opened it to find Daveed standing on the other side, swinging nervously on his heels with his fists jammed in his pockets. She didn't really know what to do so just sent a small wave at him. He waved back and grinned sheepishly at her. She wordlessly invited him in by stepping away from the doorway.

After closing the door she motioned for him to take a seat on one of the couches before getting him a glass of water. The smooth sound of Text me by Diggy filled the room, calming the atmosphere only a little.

"So what brings you here?" Mawande asked nervously as she sat down. She hoped she didn't come off as rude. "I uh, wanted to hang out." Mawande couldn't help but chuckle. It wasn't at his words though. Well it partially was.

"I'm sorry I just find it funny how Rafael and Amogelang; complete strangers by the way, could hit it off quicker than me and you; who, by the way had drinks together, danced with each other and then spent 30 minutes in a car together before kind of exchanging numbers. Oh and we work together," Mawande shrugged. "Not that I'm attacking you or anything. I guess I'm just hurt that you never called," she added with a fake pout. All Daveed could do was laugh at her words. Mawande couldn't help but smile at how adorable he looked when he laughed. It was a sight to behold.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't want things to be weird between us but then I realized that not calling made everything worse," Daveed explained. Mawande nodded in understanding. Then she remembered something. "So the whole time we hung out that night, it neve crossed your mind to tell me you were famous?" she teased. He smirked. "Did it cross yours?" "Touche." They both laughed.

"Again I am really sorry for not calling," Daveed said sincerely. "Nah it's okay. It's not like I was starting to think you didn't like me anymore or anything," Mawande muttered the last part. Her expression was that of a child who didn't get any gifts on Christmas. "What? I could never not like you! You're so smart, and kind and beautiful and sexy and intelligent and talented. You're perfect." Mawande didn't know what to say. This gorgeous man that she barely knew had just fawned over her. Her heart fluttered. If she were white, she'd be blushing.

"You wanna, go out some time? My friends and I are going to this theme park Gold Reef city this weekend and I was wondering if you and your friends would like to join us?" Mawande offered. Daveed's smile was warm. It gave Mawande butterflies. "Yeah, my friends and I were actually planning on going this weekend, I bet they'd love more company," he shrugged. "Awesome. See you then?" "Yeah." A comfortable silence settled as the pair stared at each other with pure adoration for the other.

"Want a ride home?"

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Kryptonite, become my healing

Daveed Diggs x Black!O.C

Ch.1

Warnings:

None in this chapter ❤️

A.N: Yes this is very short, but there's a reason for that...anyway enjoy❤️

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"Alright, alright! I'm going to need some quiet in the theatre!" Lin called. The members of the OBC quietened down and turned to face Lin. "Any update on Daveed before we begin?" he asked them. Everyone checked their phones and shook their heads. Lin bit his lip and muttured to himself, "We're short on time so I think we should just start." Having made a decision, he clapped his hands loud and began to rub them together.

"So! Guys, welcome to the State theatre! I know some of you have been here and some of you haven't, but that's okay. We're all here today as not only a cast, but as a family too. Our family however has a new member this time around. She's directed masterpieces like, The Crossing, Dead Wait and The train driver. She has starred in some plays such as Woza Albert!, The colour purple, The story I'm about to tell, Sizwe Banzi is dead, and many more. Give it up for our absolutely talented director: Azania Dikana!"

Everyone in the audience area gave a round of applause as a young brown skinned woman made her way to centre stage. Azanya to say was excited. She had always dreamed of working with the Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton. And now that dream was coming true. She had to admit, she was also pretty damn nervous.

"Well, I guess Lin has said most of it. But yeah, my name is Azania Dikana, my friends call me Zaza. I'm 34 years old and I am of Xhosa descent. I went to the Julliard school of arts before doing my first theatre job which was the west end production of Waitress. From there I did a lot more international work before returning home and doing some local plays like my personal favourite Woza Albert! I am very excited to work with everyone and I hope we can keep the environment warm and friendly. Thank you."

The cast once again gave a round of a applause. "We look forward to working with you Zaza!" Oak called from his seat. Azania laughed and responded with a thumbs up. "I look forward to working with all of you guys. Especially you Oak," she added with a wink. The rest of the cast let out a series of whistles and "oohh"s while Oak held an imaginary phone to his ear and mouthed "call me".

In the middle of everything, the entrance door opened gently and in came the reason why Azania would be having recurring headaches during her time with the cast.

Daveed Diggs.

"I am so sorry that I'm late, traffic is bad right now," he apologized as he approached the seating area. He greeted all his colleagues and took a seat. That's when he noticed Azania on the stage. She had the same bored look she had every time they encountered each other. "Azania," he greeted curtly. She hummed and nodded her head in acknowledgement of his existence. Everybody in the theatre could sense the tension. They were suprised that the pair had even met before. "Y'all know each other?" Anthony asked from his place next to Jasmine. The pair glared at each other for a second before answering in unison.

"Unfortunately."

Lin cleared his throat and chuckled nervously. "Azania and Daveed met two years ago in New York. Anyway personal issues aside, this is a family environment as much as it is professional. So, let's try to be civil with each other yeah?" Azania and Daveed's glares never stray from each other. They just nod in agreement with Lin's request. Azania finally broke her glaring contest with Daveed and wore an enthusiastic grin. "So, our first rehearsal is tomorrow at 8 a.m so try not to do anything you're gonna regret tonight," she joked. The cast (except for Daveed) laughed. "No promises!" Anthony quipped making everyone laugh harder.

Once again Azania and Daveed's eyes met in a deadly glare as everyone exited the theatre. This was gonna be a difficult month

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City Lights: 03. You're the one

Daveed Diggs x South African!Black!O.C

Ch.3

Warnings:

Swearing/cursing

Family issues

Manipulation, I guess

Inaccurate translations

A.N: The phone calls are in the type of Xhosa that is spoken in Johannesburg instead of Eastern Cape. The rest is colloquialism and slang.

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Sandhurst: Mawande's place

26 February 2020

10:00 a.m

"Amo where are my sneakers?" Neo asked from her bedroom. "Wena (you) when you see me, do you see someone who would steal sneakers? With my income!? Ungijwayela kabi shame (you disrespect me)," Amo yelled back. "Please stop shouting nkare (like) this is a tavern! Respect yourselves tu (please)," Lulama scolded the twins.

Mawande chuckled silently to herself from her bathroom. Shit like this always happened when they had to go out. Its either someone's outfit is too similar to someone else's, or someone's outfit is too different to everyone else's, or someone stole someone else's shoes. Dealing with these four before an afternoon out was a full time job and a half.

Since they were going to a theme park, they had decided to wear Danielle Cathari Adidas tracksuits and Balenciaga sneakers in different. Mawande went with navy. She had her dreads tied up in a high ponytail and opted to stay away from makeup. She looked much better natural anyway. She just used some lip gloss for that extra pop.

Before she could leave the bathroom, her phone rang. It was her "mother". Had Lulama, Neo or Amo been in that bathroom with her, they would've told her to ignore it. But she couldn't. The woman had raised her like she was her own. Mawande owed her.

Mawande: Ma, hey.

Snovuyo: Mawande mntanam, kunzima apha ekhaya. Akukho kutya, imali yegrosa andinayo, utamkhulu wakho uyagula, yoh mntanam siyafana nabafileyo kweli khaya (Mawande my child, things are difficult here at home. There's no food, I don't have money for groceries, your grandfather is sick, oh my child we're as good as dead in this home.)

Mawande: Mama, mama, kufuneka malini? (How much do you guys need?)

Mawande was on the verge of tears from hearing the hardships they were going through. She had tried to help support them every month but things just kept getting harder and harder for them. Apparently the panic in her voice was obvious for Lulama to hear because she decided to check on her seemingly distressed cousin in her bathroom. Lulama was about to give Mawande a hug until she heard voice speaking on the phone.

Snovuyo: ten thousand ingaba right mntanam.

"Xolo!? (In this case it means "Excuse me!?")" Lulama exclaimed incredulously. She grabbed Mawande's phone and ended the call. Lulama dialed their uncle Zolisa's number. His voice sounded cheerful when he answered

Zolisa: Mtshana! (My niece!)

Lulama: Hi Malume ndim, uLulama (Hi uncle, its me Lulama)

Zolisa: *chuckles* Oh, unjani ntombi? (How are you young lady) I haven't heard from you or Mawande in a while

Lulama: *laughs* Malume we spoke last week

Zolisa: That's still a pretty long time if you ask me

Lulama: Malume we're facing a bit of a problem.

Zolisa: Oh? What's wrong?

Lulama: uMawande uqibofonelwa nguSnovuyo. Uthi kuMawande ba udinga iten thousand Rand (Mawande just received a call from Snovuyo. She says to Mawande that she needs ten thousand.)

Zolisa: *sighs* Please don't tell me-

Lulama: Nope, I stopped the call and called you before it could happen.

Mawande: But Malume they need it

Zolisa: *scoffs* Snovuyo is a heart surgeon who drives a Porsche.

Lulama: My point exactly.

Zolisa: Mawande, I love you, but umuncu ntombi (you're dumb. Direct translation would be you're sour)

Lulama: Kudala ndamxelela. Kodwa xa ku thetha mna, akumanyelwa (I told her a long time ago. But when I speak, it falls on deaf ears)

Zolisa: Mntanam, enjoy your day. uSnovuyo ndizodilisha naye. Lulama, umjonge lo. Andimthembi ncam.(I'll deal with Snovuyo. Watch this one. I don't exactly trust her.)

Lulama: akukho ngxaki Malume. Ndizokwenza sure ba lo, akayiphenduli iphone ka snovuyo. (No problem uncle. I'll make sure she doesn't answer her phone when Snovuyo calls.)

Zolisa: Good. Nibe nosuku oluhle (Have a nice day) We'll talk later

The call finally ended with a satisfied Lulama and a slightly worried Mawande. She knew her "mom" and uncle didn't exactly see eye to eye. Whatever it was that was coming, it wasn't gonna be pretty. The cousins had been so preoccupied with their family issues that they hadn't even noticed Neo and Amo walk in. The twins were worried about their girls and nothing wanted more than to support them in whatever it was they were going through. "Snovuyo?" Amo asked softly. Lulama nodded. "Oh chommie," she said as she and Neo pulled them in for a group hug. The girls stayed like that for some time, finding comfort in each other. Eventually they broke it up and smiled at each other.

"The way si late ngakhona (we're so late)," Lulama muttered making everyone else laugh. "Hebathong. I'm not joking! Masambeni! (Let's go!)" Lulama yelled causing the girls to scatter and collect their stuff so they could leave.

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Gold Reef City Johannesburg

10:13 a.m

Daveed checked his watch once more before checking his phone again for texts or calls from Mawande. Rafa did the same checking if Amo had tried to contact him. They had been waiting for about 20 minutes along with Brian and Lunga. "Maybe they're stuck in traffic?" Rafa tried to make sense of their lack of punctuality. "Nah, it's called African time," Lunga joked. Brian laughed but Daveed and Rafa didn't get it. "Ah mfana, le gender is never on time for anything," Brian chuckled. Rafa and Daveed weren't exactly used to the way South Africans joked so they kind of took offense. Before they could say anything though, a string of what sounded like insults to Daveed weren't thrown at the boys.

"Singcono (we're better) shame, at least asigezi (we don't bath) once a week," a tall dark skinned girl snarked. Everyone except for Rafa and Daveed laughed. They were lost. Especially when Lunga smirked. "Lulama," he said taking her hand and kissing it. "Lunga," she said looking down at him.

Everything else in Daveed's brain went dark when his eyes landed on Mawande. He couldn't help but notice how absolutely stunning she looked in her tracksuit and sneakers. He was glad he decided to wear Jordan track pants and a white t-shirt. At least he didn't stick out like a sore thumb with them. Rafa had decided to go with the same outfit but with different colours. In Rafa's case, it was Amo's idea. In Daveed's case, it meant that by extension, he kind of had to do the same. Yeah everyone looked good but in his opinion, Mawande was the only one worth looking at.

Just as he realized that he had been staring for too long, Mawande turned her attention to him and waved. Her grin was so wide and so cute, her pearly white teeth only made her smile even more of a sight to behold. He could smile and wave back. He always got nervous around her which was unusual for him seeing as he had always been a pro with the ladies. Mawande was just different. Not because she was South African. No. She was just so damn pure. Flawless he would say. He knew she wasn't but he saw her as such.

"Daveed!" Her little excited squeal brought him back to the real world. He didn't mind though because she was part of it. He caught her in his arms when she ran and jumped in for a hug. He spun her around while she giggled like a kindergartner. How could someone so damn sexy be so adorable? Daveed was perplexed.

He eventually put her down and grinned down at her. "Hi," she giggled shyly. "Hi," he said nervously. He was surprised that his face didn't hurt from how hard he had been smiling. "Ncoo mahn, bo putsununu (Aww, putsununu is a term of endearment)!" Amo coeed from her position in Rafa's arms. A long exaggerated "wow" accompanied by a middle finger were what she got in return from Mawande, making everyone laugh. "Anyway, when y'all are done reminding us how single we are, here are your tickets," Lunga chirped sarcastically as he handed them the tickets. They all made their way to the gate where the security guards wrapped the tickets around their wrists and let them through. They stopped by the map and brainstormed."So where are we starting?" Neo asked. Brian thought for a second before answering. "I mean, we can start small. Tornado?" he suggested. "Are we all cool with that?" Lulama asked everyone. They all nodded. Even Daveed and Rafa who had no idea what that even was. "We don't know shit, just lead the way," Rafael joked. The group laughed and fell into chatter as they made their way to their first ride. Rafa had his arm around Amo's waist while Daveed had Mawande's hand in his. Neo, Lulama, Lunga and Brian were having some conversation about corruption in the medical field. The very same medical field Lunga was in as a neurosurgeon.

"So, you come here often?" Daveed asked Mawande. He knew it was a stupid question but he had to make conversation somehow. This wasn't as easy as flirting with her over the phone. "Nah I haven't had the time to as an adult. As a teen, I barely came here because my family couldn't afford such things. I'm pretty sure in the last 20 years I've been here about 9 times. My little cousin is 15 and she's been here 10 times in the past 5 years," Mawande chuckled dryly. "Leave it to me to make something simple so deep," she mumbled. "Don't worry about it. I love hearing about your childhood. As a kid I'm positive that I went to amusement parks like 6 times," Daveed recalled. Her grip on his hand tightened but gently. It was a caring gesture if anything. The pair had been so lost in their little world that they didn't even notice when they arrived at the Tornado.

"Eyy the line is short hey?" Lunga muttered. "Which is shocking because yesterday was pay-day," Neo added. "I for one am okay with that. It means we get to ride all the rides in one day," Amo shrugged. Everyone murmured in agreement. "Y'all do realize that people are waking up at this time neh?" Mawande snarked. "And the fact that this place just opened?" Brian added. "Ha Mawande! 9.9 uyasijikela? Nomlungu nogals? (You're legit turning on us? With a white guy at that?)" Amo exclaimed. Brian raised his hands in surrender. "Ungangifaki! (Don't involve me!)" Daveed was lost once again. Mawande noticed and shook her head. "Guys can we please speak English. Not all of us here are South African," she sighed. "Shit. Yazi (you know) we keep forgetting," Neo sighed. "Sorry guys," Lulama and Lunga said in unison. Mawande turned to playfully glare at Amo. "And really that's pretty rich coming from you, seeing your situation-nyana (little situation)." "Voetsek," Amo chuckled.

Daveed loved how considerate she was of him and Rafa's situation. So considerate that she asked the people to speak English so that they could all understand each other. He knew it'd be hard for them so he didn't really mind when they accidentally switched from time to time.

They finally got to the front of the line and were all seated in pairs. Brian with Lunga, Neo with Lulama, Amo with Rafa and Daveed with Mawande. Everything was right with the universe. The ride was bumpy. Mawande kept herself pinned to Daveed in order to avoid hurting her side. While Daveed found it cute, Neo and Lulama did not. It wasn't anything serious, the girls had just been competing for that safety. Lunga and Brian on the other hand endured the pain and even laughed at Lulama and Neo.

The ride was over and everyone was dizzy. Especially Mawande who had to hold on to Daveed for her support as she fetched her side bag. He didn't mind one bit. He wished she'd hold onto him all day everyday. "Next ride?" Amo asked. "The wavy swing thingies," Lulama answered.

"Off we go bafethu!"

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Journey to Jozi Express

12:30 p.m

Thrill rides. That was the agenda. Which one were they starting with? The Jozi express. "For the sake of starting small and drying off" was Amo's explanation. So far they had taken an assload of pictures, most were of Mawande and Lulama, and some fans. Daveed and Rafa were recognised here and there, while Lunga, Brian, Neo and Amo also got a bunch of photo requests because of their social media popularity. . They were living in the moment while trying to capture that moment.

Mawande was having the time of her life. Especially with Daveed. The giant bundle of joy (and I mean this in a good way) made her forget about the many vultures around her awaiting her downfall. They weren't really nervous around each other but that didn't stop them from being the fluffiest of couples. What Mawande found funny was the fact that they weren't even dating. They were just friends at the moment. Friends who flirted relentlessly with each other and behaved like high school sweethearts. Suddenly she found herself in a dilemma. Did she wanna be his girlfriend? Of course she did, but it had only been a week since they met and 4 days since they had started talking regularly. What if he ended up distancing himself if she shot her shot? But then again what if he wanted the same thing? Would she say yes for the sake of what her heart, mind and soul wanted? Or would she say no for the sake of making a wise decision? It was that moment when Mawande realized that she was quarter to royally fucked.

A light squeeze of her hand pulled her back to Earth. "Hey, you good?" Daveed asked. The concern in his eyes made her feel warm inside. "You seemed a little distant," he added. She couldn't help but smile. Even if it was small. "I'm fine."

Emcimbini could be heard playing around the theme park as they walked from the raging river rapids to the Jozi express. "Aw iyo'lento es’xabanisa nabazali, no’makhelwane. Ay’ nomphakathi," the girls sang. "Piano, piano. Asisalali emakhaya. Ngenxayakho." Lunga and Brian had joined in. Mawande chuckled as Amo did a calmer version of the pouncing cat with Rafa's arm around her shoulder. "You know every amapiano song I've heard so far since I got here has been really good," Daveed mused. Mawande smiled at the thought of her country's music being appreciated. "I'm surprised you know the genre," Mawande teased. "I'm not that clueless ya' know," Daveed teased back. "I'm counting on it," Mawande countered suggestively. A devilish glint passed through Daveed's eyes. He simply smirked and hummed in amusement. His new smug demeanor dampened her panties a little. She didn't mind though. She needed to know that he could handle her the way she wanted him to.

The line for the Jozi express was pretty short. Just like the other lines they had stood in before. Mawande was grateful though. She knew the shit show that was probably occuring at the Anaconda at that point in time and wasn't looking forward to it. Once again they sat in pairs but decided o change it up. Amo with Lunga, Neo with Brian, Lulama with Daveed, and Mawande with Rafa. The group had gotten to know each other so they didn't really mind the change. Just as long as Amo was with Rafa and Mawande was with Daveed on the Anaconda, Golden Loop and Tower of Terror. The ride was fast but not fast enough to get the group screaming. Just fast enough for their mere enjoyment. Mawande actually enjoyed sitting next to Rafael. The man was Hella funny and had her laughing through the entire ride. She was starting to understand why Amo liked him. She still didn't know their relationship though so she made a mental note to ask Amo later on. After the Jozi express Mawande and Daveed were joined at the hip all over again. Neither of them felt overwhelmed, they were both pretty comfortable with each other. The group decided to hit the UFO next.

In one section stood Mawande, Neo, Amo and Lulama. Next door to them stood the boys. Through all the chaos, Mawande heard a string of curse words escape from Lunga's mouth as the ride got faster. At the end, they were dizzy once again. "Lunga you good fam?" Neo chuckled. "Voe-tsek," Lunga spat bitterly. Everyone else laughed at the grumpy neurosurgeon. The next ride was the miner's revenge. Also known as the reason why the girls decided not to wear makeup. Waterproof or not. They knew this ride would fuck them over so they opted for the natural look.

They all looked fucking gorgeous by the way.

"So we're sitting in front neh?" Lunga said excitedly. Amo turned to glare at him as if he'd just said eating skopo was ghetto. "Wa tsenwa neh? (You're crazy right?)" Mawande snorted while Lu and Neo stifled their laughter. The guys were more or less afraid. "Phela as jy a probleem hê, jy kan gunman mokokotlong bly (Well if you have a problem, you can sit at the back alone. Note: this is a mix of Zulu, Afrikaans and setswana along with Johannesburg colloquialism because we do that here)!" Mawande had nothing but respect for Lunga's bravery. Then again he didn't really know that Amogelang was force to be reckoned with. Amo huffed and remained silent, granting Lunga his first and probably last victory against her. Rafa tried his best not to laugh while he coaxed Amo into sitting in front.

"Why doesn't she wanna sit in front?" Daveed asked. Mawande pursed her lips and sighed. "She doesn't wanna get wet," Mawande shrugged. Daveed was mortified. Mawande understood where he was coming from. The man had hair to protect. "We can sit in the back if you want," Mawande offered. His expression softened. "No, if you wanna sit in front then we're going to sit in front," Daveed stated. "But what about your hair?" Mawande asked. Her concern was genuine here. This man's hair was at stake. "I care about your experience more than I care about my hair," he said as he rubbed her now bare shoulders. Her jacket was wrapped around her waist leaving her in a cropped navy ribbed tank. "It's not my first or last time here," Mawande giggled. She was flustered by the man in front of her. "Yeah but it is my first time here and I wanna get the full experience with you," Daveed chuckled. Mawande finally relented, falling into his embrace. Mostly because she wanted to sit in front. She had no problem getting wet when the plan was to hit the golden loop next.

"So we're sitting in the middle?" Mawande suggested. Daveed shrugged with a grin gracing the handsome face that nuzzled in her neck. The two had even forgotten that there were other people around until they heard a throat clear in the distance. Wait no it was right next to them.

"When y'all are done reminding us that we are single," Neo deadpanned. "You've even got Rafa and I holding a kers (candle)," Amo said with a fake pout. "Yeah! Wait what?" "A candle," Brian translated. Rafa's confused expression still didn't change. "I don't get it either," Daveed said from behind Mawande. The South Africans in the group silently decided amongst each other who would explain the concept of holding a candle. Everyone's eyes landed on Lulama who happily complied.

"Third wheeling," she simply said. Everyone else mentally facepalmed themselves for being to dense to explain it like that.

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Right after the miner's revenge

So around 1:00 p.m

That was the last time Daveed would listen to Mawande and Lunga when it came to seating arrangements. Yeah sure everyone was wet but he got the worst of hit. His t-shirt was stuck right to his body (not that the ladies were complaining) and his hair was a mess. He was once again grateful that he wore track pants instead of jeans because those would've been the cause of his ultimate downfall.

He scowled for half of the time they spent in the line for the Anaconda which was about 15 minutes (its a long line). Everyone else found it funny. Well except for Mawande because she had received 15 minutes of the silent treatment. She spent 15 minutes begging for his attention and apologizing for saying they should sit in the middle. He finally relented when she made puppy dog face and stood on the tip of her toes to lean on his wet shoulder. He laid his head on top of hers before speaking. "Oh darlin', I could never stay mad at you." His tone was gentle and soft. Her reaction to this was priceless. Like a child whose been taken to Toys R Us without a spending limit.

It made his heart race faster than a polo driver on the freeway. He wanted this little angel to be his for the rest of his days. She was about to become become his downfall but also his lifeline, and he didn't even know it. All he knew was that he was slowly falling in love and that he didn't mind one bit. "And as for me, you're the one. And in my heart our time will come. To the end I will always be right your side'," Mawande sang softly to the music playing in the makeshift jungle around them. He pulled her closer to his wet t-shirt clad body. Something she didn't seem to mind since she wrapped her arms around him and buried her head into his chest, inhaling his scent like it was the only thing keeping her alive. "Got me on my knees, you’re my religion. Speak in tongues all on your body, no one’s listenin'," she continued softly.

He thought back to the first night they met when she said she sings worse than an alien going through childbirth. He was hearing a completely different thing. Her voice was heavenly and soothing. Her voice was relaxing. He would've killed to have her sing him to sleep. For the next 15 minutes as the line moved along, Mawande and Daveed were alone in their own little eutopia. Talking and laughing about the simplicities of life that they missed. Like being able to order pizza without being asked to autograph the delivery boy's forehead. Daveed occasionally stole some forehead kisses, along with some on the cheek. Neither of them cared about the fact that someone was probably holding up a phone and taking pictures of them to send to News-ish. They were lost in each other. In their own space.

Unfortunately said nobody ever they got to the front of the line and it was their turn to ride. From soft nuzzles and kisses, to the speed and intensity of the Anaconda accompanied by the cheerful and sometimes traumatized screams of the riders. Neo and Brian opted to sit in front. Daveed and Mawande sat right behind with Rafa and Amo following behind. Lulama and Lunga coming in last. As they slowly went up, Mawande and Daveed's hands intertwined. He made sure his grip was firm but not enough to hurt her. He couldn't see it, but she was grinning like a fool. "You ready?" he asked her. "Yeah," she chuckled. "MAKUNYIWE!" (Basically "LETS GET FUCKED UP!") Lulama yelled from the back. Everybody on the ride cheered while Daveed and Mawande laughed softly. The ride came to a stop for a split second, before zooming off at lightning speed. 90 km/h to be exact, is how fast the Anaconda is. So yeah Daveed yelled during the ride. Until it was over. At least he was dry. Mawande was finished the moment they got off. Imitating Daveed between fits of laughter. She even got to the point where she couldn't breathe anymore. Luckily for Daveed though she got tired. She looked up at him with her doe eyes and apologized. He chuckled and pulled her body to his as they were before the ride.

A golden loop later, it was time for the "sgoras ( tough guys)" of Gold Reef City. The High Flying Maverick, The Storm Chaser, and everyone's worst nightmare: The Tower of Terror. The seating was Daveed, Mawande, Amo and Rafa in one part, and Lunga, Neo, Lulama and Brian in the other. It was a horrifying experience for all of them. And then came storm chaser where Amo even got off the ride in tears. Daveed found it pretty funny how Rafa had to comfort in the line for The Tower of Terror. It was ironic. Mawande was shaken up but in a good way. Daveed could tell that she would be up for almost any adventure and he loved that about her.

Neo and Lulama were great company. Constantly cracking jokes and laughing about the dumbest shit. They made it their personal mission to get to know him but he wouldn't waver unless he got to know them in return. Get to know them he did. The three became best friends within the space of 10 minutes while Mawande, Lunga and Brian laughed and took a shit load of selfies (The Tower of Terror line is short).

They finally got to the front of the line and it was chaos. Mawande wanted to sit in front with Daveed and even though he had said explicitly that he would never trust her and Lunga again with such matters, he didn't even put up a fight this time. Since Amo was still a little shaken up, she and Rafa were seated at the back. Which left Neo, Brian, Lunga and Lulama. Who all wanted to sit at the back. "Okay so now what must can happen?" Mawande asked, buckled up and arm in arm with Daveed. Amo chuckled at the back. "Chommie you good? Because like, andizi (I'm not coming)." The girls cackled while the guys just stifled their laughter. Neo glared at everyone else, then smirked, before waltzing to the backseat to sit next to Amo. She got buckled up securing her position. Lulama did the same and looked up at the boys with a smirk. "Y'all are snaaks (wrong/disgusting/shitty) shame," Lunga tsked as he took a seat next to Mawande. Leaving Brian with the seat he dreaded most. On the side, in the front. The ride finally took off but a really slow pace. Daveed glanced at Mawande to see if she was okay. She was...nervous. Her deep breaths worried him as the cart went up. Until she and the girls began cheering that is. The guys just laughed at their shananigans, all wondering to themselves where they found these people. All laughter died down though when the chart reached an abrupt stop on top. "And we're fucked," Amo joked from the back. Everyone chuckled nervously as the cart slowly went of the edge. About 2 seconds later it was nothing but screams. Throat burning screams. From everyone. It was so quick that Daveed couldn't even recall when they left the mine and reached the top again. "As I rethink all of my decisions in life," Neo croaked. Daveed let out a breathy chuckle. That had been quite the experience. He glanced at Mawande to see how she was and she was perfectly fine. She was laughing. "Eh Baba. Uyahleka? Sicishe safa, wena uyahleka? (Dude. You're laughing? We almost died and you're laughing?)" "Aii suka, unedrama, (Whatever, you're so dramatic)," she scoffed.

The plan after the Tower of Terror was to hit The Big Wheel, maybe play some games and win shit then go eat at Spur like a bunch of teenagers. They chose to play games first. They walked up to a booth where they had to topple the bottles with a ball. Daveed played twice, winning Mawande not one, but two pink giant fluffy unicorns because she thought they were cute. She got on her "tippies" and kissed him on the cheek. Sometimes she made him forget how old they were. She made him feel so young and full of life. He bought her a little necklace at a booth selling jewelry and hats. She bought him a giant chain with the dollar sign at the bottom. He wore it immediately. Everyone else may have been tired of the pair, but they had to admit that they were cute as fuck. By the time they made it to the Big Wheel, Mawande had won Daveed a giant minion and as a joke, a giant Banana. Amo did the same for Rafa. Neo had a giant puppy and a giant Pikachu that she won herself. Lulama had the same. Lunga and Brian just had giant Pokémons. Amo had a puppy and a unicorn. Mawande had two puppies, two unicorns, two Pokémons and two minions because in her opinion Daveed had time and energy to waste on her. In Daveed's opinion, she deserved double of everything, because she was two times better than any other woman he had ever met. Actually a thousand but there wasn't enough space in the car even for the 8 giants she had already.

Time for the big wheel came and seating became a problem again. "I'm getting on with Daveed. And Daveed only," Mawande deadpanned. She would've burried her face in his chest if they weren't holding so many things. "Ah safa nguDavid (basically: we're tired of David)," Neo sighed exaggeratedly. Daveed was used to Neo calling him David. It had become a running gag amongst them and he didn't mind it. "And I'm riding with Rafa. Alone," Amo said grabbing her man(?) by the hand and pouting. "Naye noRafael, (Rafael too)," Lulama complained. She and Neo laughed at their sister and cousin. They were acting ridiculous like kids and it was adorable. Annoying but adorable.

Lulama and Neo finally settled on riding with Lunga and Brian.

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The Big Wheel

5:30 p.m

The sunset looked beautiful. Almost as beautiful as the man she was watching it with. Mawande was conflicted. What would happen after this? Would they go back to being awkward around each other? Would they just be friends? She could handle work, but would they hang out like this again? She didn't want whatever it was they were doing to end. She was whipped at this point. She had to know the next step. She looked up at him to find his beautiful smile focused on her.

"What's next?" she asked. His expression didn't change. "If you want we can go on a few dates for the next few weeks. Although personally I think today was more than enough," he shrugged. "Me too. I like you Daveed. I just don't wanna make any naïve decisions. We're too grown for that," she sighed. His expression still remained warm. "Exactly. We know what we want Wande. I know I want you," he mused. She smiled. "I want you too." Her eyes flickered from his warm orbs, down to his perfect lips and back. As if he read her mind, he placed his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. It looked like a movie. A perfect match, having the perfect kiss, behind them a perfect view of Johannesburg in the sunset. It was all so damn beautiful. Mawande knew it too. The kiss was like a breath of fresh air. Daveed was a breath of fresh air. It was like being in in a sunflower patch. It was generally relaxing but exciting at the same time. This was the first chapter of Mawande and Daveed's hopefully long love story. For the first time in years, Mawande didn't really care about her public image. There was no rule in the entertainment industry that was against dating your co-worker. She liked Daveed. Way too much to let him slip because of the public.

The ride ended, and so did their kiss. "So, I'm your girlfriend now?" Mawande giggled. "Yep. And I'm your boyfriend," Daveed mused as he booped her nose, making her giggle even more. "32 Mawande. You are 32," Neo yelled from outside their balloon. "I swear you and Amo become children around these men," Lulama scoffed. The Bay Boys raised their hands in surrender. Mawande and Daveed got out of the ride laughing. "Hey, don't blame us," Rafa defended himself and Daveed. "Kanti who must we blame?" Neo asked incredulously. The boys pointed at the girls in their arms. "Voetsek!" the girls shot back. They kissed them on their temples as apologies to appease them. Which worked so everything was alright in the world.

Even though their day at Gold Reef was over, their day together wasn't. The night was still young and only the Lord knew what these people would get up to.

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