A collection of short stories/ imagines of your favs from the nineties & two thousands. © copyright , @TICALMX. | 2020, october.

An imagines featuring men or women from the 90s or 2000s. Cover made by @illnanaa (Enjoy!♡)

lights, camera, SHOCK!

"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬, 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬?" ~𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫é 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧 a series of imagines and concepts to satisfy your every needs.

Nasir Jones short stories & imagines ♡ . . . Copyright © MILLIONMATIC 2021/2022 Mature Content Started: March 17, 2021 Ended: February 14, 2022

A little rusty but still a good read regardless! Kyrie. She was brought up on the rich upper east side of manhattan. Her parents, dad especially always wanted to best for her. Everyone wants to make her this ideal housewife, her boyfriend included but she resents the idea. She wants to branch out and make her own money on her own terms while utilizing her nursing degree in mental health. Christopher. Dropped on his head as a toddler he never really got the chance to experience life. His mother checked him into a mental facility early on and left him there while she continued on with her life. Christopher is kind, sweet, and caring and has wanted nothing more than someone to love him despite his disability. What will happen when Kyrie gets assigned to Christopher?

"You no tell this girl that I said, I want no relations with a darkie?" She spat to me, making my eyes go wide. What? I thought to myself and Gio tried pulling me away but I snatched away from him, knowing I heard right this time. "Wait, what?" I spoke out loud and Gi grabbed me roughly, trying to pull me away again. "Why you saying these things? She's beautiful." I heard his abuelita sticking up for me as she stood to her feet and all the guys began to as well, telling their mom that she was wrong for what she was doing. "That puta heard me." She spat, pointing her finger at me. "You're too dark." She held up a brown paper bag that she was drinking her beer out of. "You no match this bag or lighter, you're too dark." "You look too much like his father. I no want you around me." She shooed me off, instantly breaking my heart into a billion pieces as I looked up at Giovanni who was looking down at me with hurt in his eyes. "Baby, please." He begged and I shook my head at him in disgust before putting my attention back onto her. "Get that darkness out of here, Giovanni. She's a demon." "Only demons have her color." She kept on going and I felt sick to my stomach in this moment as I stood there in complete shock.

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝; 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘯. 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. © 𝐣𝐜𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦 ┊ the practice of taking someone else's work or ideas and passing them off as one's own. 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ≠ 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴. ㋡

Crash the Boards: A phrase that describes the act of rebounding in the game of basketball. It is the optimal game strategy if the players move quickly to rebound the ball. Your typical 90's teenage love story featuring a dual sport athlete and a literature princess.