#I’ve always wanted to get a matching tattoo with my sister
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gotta ask the follow up question...
What tattoo do you want to get the most?
Nooooo I want so many though 😤😤
#that’s probably the hardest part#idk what one I would want to get first#there’s this place by me and they do this sale sometimes#where they do a bunch of different tattoos#and then it’s super cheap and you go in and point to which one you want#i don’t remember the rules or anything so don’t ask me much about it#but I’ve always thought about getting a small simple one from that just to start with#since I have no clue what to expect#I used to have a whole tattoo idea notebook#I would draw ideas#I’ve always wanted to get a matching tattoo with my sister#I had a few quotes that I thought of#but I think I would really want to do some word or phrase in Greek#also have always wanted to do some sort of wings#Idk if I would ever do it but I think it would be stunning to do a huge back piece with beautiful big angel wings#also want a crown somewhere but I feel like that’s obvious 😂😂😂#growing up my dream was to do a full sleeve#but idk what it would be of#also have wayyyyyy too many quotes I want to do#but my memory is shit so I don’t remember them all by heart#I just love quotes and I think it would be nice to have a reminder of a good hopeful quote#especially when times are hard#I can look at my tattoo and read it and just breathe and calm down a bit#definitely didn’t answer your question I’m sorryyyyy#it’s been awhile since I’ve seriously thought about getting a tattoo#I need to focus on other things so I don’t think I’ll have money for a tattoo any time in the near future#once I move out of my current place then maybe I can think more seriously into tattoos#until then I need to get a new tattoo idea journal and start doodling in there when I get bored!#thanks for the question sweetie 💖#ask
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Not My Sister's Keeper Pt. 12
Not My Sister’s Keeper
Jey Uso X OC (Kayla)
Sefa
Roman X (Jade)
Jimmy X Trin
Rhea Ripley
Rating: 18+
Warning: Smut; sex, fluff, couple arguing, Jealousy, infidelity, pregnancy
Roamn’s wife recently left medical school and returned home to save her marriage. Upon her return, she finds out things are not what they seem. Her sister is pregnant by her best friend Jey Uso, who is also Roman’s cousin, and her husband is acting suspiciously.
What happens when a conversation overhead on a baby monitor blows her world apart?
Philadelphia, PA
Smackdown
Jey’s POV
“That wasn’t what I told them I wanted.”
“I can just sit by your dad and it’s on the hard camera side. I won’t have to worry about being seen. Jey, it’s really not a big deal.” Kara said putting the finishing touches on her make up.
“Kara, I don’t care what they said, after you and Trin walk pops to his seat, come sit with me. I’m not going to sit there for two or three hours away from my wife.”
“They don’t know we’re married Jey, if they did, I’m sure they would’ve seated us together.”
“They don’t know cause’ it ain’t nobody’s business until we ready to tell them that we are married. Hell, even if we were just boyfriend and girlfriend, you still would have been sitting wit me. You ain’t no secret, I don’t give a fuck what nobody thinks about us.”
I knew she agreed with my thought process, it wasn’t that we were ashamed it’s just that so much of our lives had been on display for the world to see and we wanted this to be ours and ours alone until we were ready to tell everyone.
“Us against the world,” Kara whispered as I put my ring finger next to hers, our matching ring finger tattoos on full display. “Damn right, us against the world.”
We had gotten the first letter of each other’s name tattooed on our ring finger, into a ring design it was really unique, and we loved it. I can’t help in thinking back to the night I finally proposed.
Four months earlier
“I am willing to move to Atlanta Kara, I know it was one of your choices.”
“Josh-”
“Damn, we serious now you are using my real name.”
“Yes, because you’re not listening. Josh, I want to move back to Pensacola to do my residency.”
This has been a conversation that we’ve had for the last month especially since Tia is working to get transferred back to Pensacola to serve her sentence.
“Bae, I love that you want to come home but what about Tia being here. I can sell the house, or we keep it as a vacation house. My mom would understand and I’m sure Bill would.”
“Josh, this is home and has always been home. I don’t want to start anywhere else new. I want to live in this house as your wife and raise our kids here. I don’t give one nor two fucks that Tia is here.” Kara said as I smiled. Damn, she never put it to me like that before.
“You know I can’t wait to marry you and have some lil Uces running around here. I just didn’t want you to feel like you had to stay here for me, you’ve already done enough of that in your life.”
“I have never thought that, knowing I’m coming here is like what helps me get through those tough days when I’m alone in Boston.”
“Kara, can I be honest wit you?” I asked ready to take a chance.
“You know I always want you to be honest. You don’t have to sugar coat nothing, and you know you can ask me anything. You know we locked in; I love you.” That was it, the invitation I knew I always had but it felt good to hear her say it.
“Kara, what would you say if I told you I couldn’t wait another day to make you, my wife.”
“I’d say why haven’t you asked me yet?” Kara asked without hesitation as I caressed her face. She better stop playin’ cause’ we can apply for this license in the morning, get it rushed and be married by tomorrow night.
“Kara I’m serious…. Baby, I wanna marry you, but you deserve so much like the proposal of your dreams, the big wed-”.
“Josh, I don’t need this big elaborate proposal and big wedding. I’ve done all that and it was more for others than for me. As long as it’s me, you, my dad and your mom there, that’s all I need.”
“And you’re ready? Like you ready to take that step with me?”
“Like I said, you won’t know till you ask.”
“Oh, you ain’t gotta keep tellin’ me.” Quickly reaching in my pocket I pulled out and opened the small heart shaped jewelry box. “Wait you really got a ring!” Kara exclaimed as I smiled kneeling down on one knee.
“Yes, and it’s been burning a hole in my pocket and luggage for almost eight months,” I said truthfully as Kara covered her mouth in shock.
I knew she didn’t like big and extravagant; she was more of a tear cut diamond girl, so Tiffany’s was nice enough to work with me on a design for her.
“Kara, I’ve loved you since I was five years old, and I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone but you. We’ve been through a lot, but it brought us here and I don’t want to waste another minute.
“Are you sure?” Kara asked with tears in her eyes as I kissed her hand and placed the ring on her finger. “Kara, you ain’t never gotta question my love for you. I love you so much and I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone but you, lau pele.”
“I love you too and I—I want to spend the rest of my life with you too.”
“Then how bout it, Ms. Kara Morris, will you give me the honor of becoming Mrs. Fatu and spending a couple of forevers wit me?”
“Yes, I would love to spend a couple of forevers being Mrs. Fatu.”
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The rest as they say is history, we a license the next morning, pops knew the clerk, so he called in a favor, and we were able to get it that same day. Then later that evening we got married, with my parents and Bill as witnesses.
“I’m going to meet Trin, and pops,” Kara said giving me a kiss. “A’ight, I’m heading back to Gorilla, and I’ll see you in a minute.” I told her before we parted ways, I don’t know why they do the Hall of Fame after smackdown.
The talent is tired and so is the crowd. I just worked the main evet and had to rush back here to get dressed for the HOF. I’m not complaining by any means, I love this, but they need a better planning system. This was so unorganized.
“Jey we been waiting, you’re up next.”
“Sorry, I had to make sure everything was straight on the home front before I came back.” I said falling in line behind Big E waiting my turn to go back out.
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Kara’s POV
I felt nervous, but I can say I felt comfortable in my dress, and I wasn’t struggling to walk in my heels like some of the wives and girlfriends were, so I was ahead of the game.
“Pops, you look good,” I told him as Trin, and I each took an arm.
“So do ya’ll my beautiful daughter-in laws. Ya’ll about to have all the attention on me. Did ya’ll plan the matching hair?” he asked as we laughed.
“Nope, that was an accident, but we look cute, and you heard pops, sis. Even he knows you’re going to be his daughter-in law,” she said reaching over to fix my hair.
“Yes, I heard him.”
I smiled looking at Jey wave to the crowd as he walked down the aisle. My husband is so sexy in all black, hell in anything he’s sexy.
“Kara, you hear me?”
“No, I was looking at my man if we are being honest.” I said, Pops belly laugh making me smile.
“See, you so in love with that man, I’mma need Ya’ll to stop playin’.” Trin said as Pops winked at me. He was getting a kick out of Trin having no clue Jey and I were already married.
“It’s our turn,” Trin whispered as they ushered us forward. I felt nervous, never had I ever went out in front of a crowd to be dissected. I had sat in plenty crowds, and backstage but this was new. I was more out in the open and felt exposed.
We couldn’t get pops to his seat fast enough, so many people were stopping us to talk to him. Picking up on my nervousness, he winked at me.
“We ain’t stopping again, they can come see me at my seat if they wanna talk,” he whispered as I nodded thankfully.
Before he sat down, he gave us a hug. “Thank ya’ll for makin’ an old man happy.”
“It’s no problem pops, I can sit with you if you want?”
“No, ya’ll go be with the twins, I’m good, ya’ll have fun.” Quickly we went made our way to the other side of the ring. Jey stood up to give Trin a hug and to let her pass.
“I been waiting on you wifey,” he said making me smile, taking my hand in his as we sat down to enjoy the hall of fame.
Roman’s POV
I love Paul and I know what I said I would induct him, but I could have fell on my face seeing Jey and Kara sitting front row as I climbed in the ring.
I just walked past my ex-wife and cousin and had to play it cool but on the inside, I was breaking down. I guess they were finally coming out officially, but it wasn’t my business.
After introducing Paul, I couldn’t get backstage fast enough to go back to my bus. It was going to be a long weekend, sitting on my bus I went on twitter checking to see if anyone was talking about Jey and Kara.
As I expected some fans were already being messy, tagging me in an article from WrestleWorld, asking how I felt about the situation. I knew I should ignore it, but I couldn’t.
WrestleWorld
Karma’s -A- Kara
By. Scott Jenson
Jey Uso has the wrestling world talking tonight he showed up at the WWE Hall of Fame with Kara Morris(pictured above). Kara is the ex-wife of Jey’s cousin, Roman Reigns. Kara and Trin were seen walking WWE Hall of Famer Rikishi to his seat before going to sit with their respective partners. Jey was seen also kissing Kara during Paul Heyman’s tribute video. It has been rumors swirling about the couple for years but it was never confirmed until now.
“How the fuck do they find out all this shit?" I hissed, angry at the fact people were picking apart my life and Kara’s.
Kara doesn’t have social media but has popped up on Jey’s Instagram stories and posts throughout the years. In knowing what transpired between Kara and Roman, we wish her well. Kara is about to actually graduate from medical school next month. Congratulations Kara, and Jey, enjoy the Hall of Fame ceremony.
“Then these damn tweets ain’t no better. Like how?!” Each tweet pissing me off more as I read them.
@Romanreignslover03 So, Jey Uso walked into the WWE Hall of Fame with his cousin’s ex-wife. That is some messy shit, Jey, you cold blooded kissing on that woman. #Jey&KaraHOF
@Roman0123 WrestleWorld stop spreading false news, Trin and Kara escorted Rikishi to his seat. Jey and Kara have been friends since they were kids. They are family regardless even if she divorced Roman, end of story. #Jey&KaraHOF
@Glowlove6 So what if they were kissing, ya’ll don’t know the half of what Kara went through with Roman. Do your research and good for you Kara, you deserve happiness. Plus, Jey loved her first, if anything Roman stole her from Jey. #Jey&KaraHOF
@Usoluvsme That’s still messy sleepin’ with his cousin, damn she lookin for a come up since Jey popular now, straight up golddigger. Jey, better watch out. #Jey&KaraHOF
@Trinityglowsfans01 You do know Roman fucked her sister, had a kid with her while they were married, said sister then tried to kill Kara and Roman, right. Plus, Kara is graduating medical school soon. She doesn’t need Jey’s money, and her folks got money too.
“Like how they know all this shit!” I wasn’t mad at Kara or even Jey, I’m mad at myself for fucking up. I allowed this to happen, but I also knew it wasn’t gonna be a secret forever that Jey was with Kara.
I hoped I got a chance to run into her to congratulate her on her upcoming graduation. She deserved all great things, and my investment in her paid off.
“Just get through this weekend and then you get a break,” I muttered putting down my phone to go grab a shower before bed.
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WrestleMania Night One
Jey’s Dressing Room
Kara’s POV
“I want you to check baby. You been waiting on this,” Jey said as I sighed.
“It’s been a good week; I don’t want to bring down the mood. I’ll just check when I get home Tuesday.”
“Girl, if you don’t get on this computer and look at those results, I know something.” Trin scolded as Jey smiled.
“I don’t know why she trippin’ she studied her ass I off, I know she passed both of the tests.”
“Come on girl, check it,” Jimmy said rubbing my shoulder.
“Ok, I’ll just take a little peak,” I whispered logging in to check my results. I was hesitant to even click on the link.
“Come on.”
“Ya’ll just had your matches, literally still in your gear. We should be celebrating ya’ll not me.”
“Girl, I’m bout to do it for you, if you keep on,” Trin said making me laugh as she pulled out her phone and began recording.
“Really Trin.”
“Yes, now stop stalling.”
Jey nudged his head towards the computer letting me know it was no other option but to open my test results. Sighing, I clicked on the link and nervously began to read.
“Dear Ms. Morris, thank you for taking part two and three of the USMLE,” I mumbled as Jey and Trin peered over my shoulder trying to read as well.
“All this shit to read, I just need my scores.”
“Calm down baby, just read it.”
“Hell, I’m looking and don’t understand all of them medical words.” Trin said frowning at the computer screen.
Continuing to scroll down, I finally saw what we were all waiting for.
“I passed!” I screamed in shock, covering my face allowing my tears to fall.
“Yes! I knew it!” Jey shouted, hugging me as I sobbed.
“Yes, ma’am we in there, let’s go!” Trin cheered as I nodded truly overwhelmed that I always almost there. I couldn’t think of any better people to share this moment with than them.
“Aye, I’m proud of you,” Jimmy whispered giving me a hug.
“Thank you, brother.”
This has been the most amazing week, but I knew I had to finish out strong. Now I knew for a fact graduation was less than a month away officially.
Roman’s POV
I had to find Kara, I tried to play it off, but I saw Jey’s comment and I had to know was it true or was I reading too much into it.
I should have tried to find her earlier, but I had to meet with Cody, Dwayne and Seth to go over some last-minute changes. The main even went great and the crowd ate it up.
Heading through Gorilla, I was shocked Jimmy, Jey, Kara, and Trin were there waiting for me.
“Congrats Uce, ya’ll Killed it,” Jimmy said actually giving me a hug.
“Yea, ya’ll got them anxious for tomorrow and what’s going to happen next.”
“Speaking of that, I need to meet with ya’ll,” Paul said coming over as we all looked confused.
“Austin backed out, so we are running down something new. I’m adding in Jimmy, Jey and a few other surprises.”
“Oh, snap we in,” Jey said excited as Jimmy nodded in agreement.
“Meeting in thirty minutes in my office.”
“Roman, could I talk to you for a second?” Kara asked as I wiped the sweat off my face.
“Yea, sure I actually was gonna try to find you after my match.”
“We’ll leave ya’ll to it, I’ll meet you in the dressing room after the meeting,” Jey said without jealousy, giving her a kiss on the cheek before walking off with Jimmy and Trin.
We ended up going back to my locker room but stood outside the door. I didn’t want to push my luck, if I’m honest. Thankfully, the hall was empty, everyone was slowly filing out to get some rest and prepare to do this all over again tomorrow.
“Roman, I passed the second part of my USMLE so it’s official I graduate soon,” Kara said excitedly as gave her a short hug. “I’m very proud of you, I knew you could do it.”
“No matter how things ended, I couldn’t have done this without you and I’m thankful for all you’ve done to help me finish.”
“You don’t owe me anything except be a great doctor.” I didn’t want to make it awkward, but I had to know. “Thanks, Roman.”
“Uh, Kara I don’t mean to be nosey, but I saw Jey comment on Trin’s post. I-- Damn, I don’t even know how to ask because I know it ain’t my business.”
“Jey and I are married Roman.” I felt the air rush out of my lungs, he had married her. Looking at her ring finger I saw a tattoo. “So, ya’ll hidin’ it and you marking up your body with his initial’s n shit? What’s next his whole name on you somewhere?” I asked, my tone coming out more harshly than I intended grasping her hand and looking at the tattoo ring on her finger.
“No, we just don’t feel it’s nobody’s business until we are ready to share it.” We don’t owe the world, or you shit.” Kara said, snatching her hand away.
“Look I understand getting a tattoo to cover up the bullet hole, but putting someone’s name or initials on y-”
“Roman I’m trying to be nice, and we’ve been getting along. If you want to keep it that way, stop while your ahead.”
The warning was stern, and I knew I needed to calm down quick, fast, and in a hurry. We were finally talking without it being awkward or forced. I didn’t want to lose her being apart of my life in any shape or form.
“Look, it just threw me for a loop when I saw his comment under Trin’s post. I’m really happy for you Kara, you deserve the world.”
“Roman, I don’t want the world; I never did. I just wanted to be happy and I finally am.” Her words cutting me to my soul, but if she was happy, then so was I.
I had did enough and cause enough damage to us both. Damage I thought would burden her for the rest of her life but I’m grateful it didn’t.
“If your happy, then that’s all that matters beautiful. I won’t tell anyone what you told me, it’s your business. Thank you for telling me.” I really was thankful because I heard it from her and not on the internet or from someone else.
“Even after everything, I would never blindside you Roman. Now I know you gotta get ready for your meeting, so I’mma go. I just wanted to let you know about graduation and to tell you thank you.”
“You ain’t never got to thank me, after everything, I knew what I had to do and what you deserved.”
“Roman-”
“No, let me finish…..Kara you put so much into my career, you held me down when I was broke. You took care of me when I was sick, you put your dreams on hold to be with me.”
“I wanted to do that Roman, there are no debts between me and you. Even after everything that happened.”
“I know it ain’t no debts, I gave you all that money because none of this would have even been possible without you. Kara, there is no Big Dog, or Tribal Chief without you. And I knew as long as I had breath in my body you weren’t gon’ struggle or want for anything ever again.”
“Thank you,” Kara whispered surprising me when she wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me. I swear felt the weight of the world falling away as I hugged her back.
I had finally let it go…I would always love her, but I had let go and accepted my fate.
“I will always love you Kara, and I’m happy for you. I’ll always be here for you, and I just wanted you to know that.” Wiping her tears, Kara gave me a small smile before she walked back towards the end of the hall.
Suddenly she stopped, turned and smiled at me once again. “No debts Roman, take care of Logan and be happy.” She said as I smiled back at her.
“No debts, Kara and I will.” With a nod Kara disappeared around the corner. I instantly felt my eyes watering as I turned the doorknob to go in my dressing room.
As soon as I closed and locked the door, I couldn’t hold it in anymore, silently weeping. I knew she would never forget everything that happened, but she forgave me…She showed me grace in my time of weakness, and it was time for me to forgive myself.
Yea, things weren’t how I wanted it or dreamed it to be, but life was going on and for the first time I was ok with my fate.
I had lost her, but I gained my Logan in the process. I knew now my fate was to be the best father to her and everything else will fall in place…I knew it would.
New beginnings were on the horizon.
Jey’s POV
Roman was the last to arrive at the meeting and he looked to be somewhat in a daze but came around as we all talked about what was going to happen in the main even tomorrow.
I was amped myself; I was going to play a part in the main event. I felt like a kid listening to all the people who were going to get involved. Tomorrow night couldn’t come fast enough for me.
“So, Taker will be the last one out?” I asked making sure I had it right, poor Cody seemed to still be in shock realizing he was going over tomorrow.
“Yea, Taker is going to have an interaction with Rock, then Seth will get up and Roman will choose to hit Seth with the chair instead of Cody, costing him the match.”
“Oh, good call back to Seth being Cody’s shield,” Jimmy said as Roman smiled.
“I like it, the fans gone eat it up bad,” he chuckled as Paul seemed pleased with what we had come up with writing more notes down.
“Alright we’ll meet again tomorrow but for now ya’ll all rocked it tonight so go celebrate.” Dwayne said rubbing his shoulder.
“What’s the matter over there, Cuz?” Jimmy asked chuckling as I shook my head. He is so damn messy.
“Hell, you know Jim, I’m too old for this shit. I’m already sore as hell and we gotta do this again tomorrow,” he said as we all laughed.
After Paul adjourned the meeting and everyone began to leave, I noticed Roman still sitting.
“You alright, Uce?” I asked as he nodded finally standing up and walking towards me.
“Yea, I’ll be good by tomorrow, nice ring tat by the way,” he said with a small smile as I shut the door, to give us some privacy.
“Roman, I ain’t trying to argue…I know-”
“I ain’t arguing, Jey. I put it together after I saw your comment under Trin’s post, and I asked Kara.”
“I know you didn’t go in on her, did you? Because if you did-”
“I’m happy for ya’ll Jey.” Roman said barley above a whisper as I looked at him in shock.
“Huh…..”
“Kara told me that you made her happy, and as much as it hurt to hear it, that’s all I ever wanted for her.”
“That’s all I ever wanted too; and I love her.”
“Then take care of her,” Roman said extending his hand to me as I looked at him searching for any sign of dishonesty but found none.
As we shook hands, it felt different. It felt like we were finally starting to mend our relationship. We weren’t just putting up with each other for our family sake…
We were finally trying to heal and build back trust…..Ok Big G upstairs I see you working on us.
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Philadelphia, PA
WrestleMania 41, Night Two
Roman’s POV
I was almost home free, after the meeting last night I went to get Logan from Ma. I kept her with me last night on the bus to give Ma a break but now she was running late. I had sat her up in a nice hotel suite, she deserved it and needed a break.
Talking with Kara and Jey last night felt good, and I finally felt everything was falling into place.
“Daddy juice.” Logan said pulling on my leg. Putting my phone down I looked at her with a smile.
“Lo Lo wants to go get juice, huh?”
“Yea!” She yelled jumping up and down only stopping when she spotted Jey. I wondered how this was going to go especially since she just met him a couple weeks before a show.
Before I could warn him, she took off towards him as fast as her little feet could move. “Jey!” She yelled running for him as he kneeled down to scoop her up in his arms as she squealed.
“Hey Lo, it’s good to see you,” he whispered holding her close. I felt even more guilty, he thought Logan was his and was preparing to be her father. I took that away from him and I still felt terrible about it.
“Sorry she is bothering you, I can take her,” I said as Jey frowned at me.
“Uce, I ain’t gone mistreat or turn her away if she comes up to me and speaks to me. Regardless of how it all went down, ya’ll both my family.”
“I don’t want nobody to be uncomfortable, Ma was supposed to get her, but she is running a little late.”
“You good, what got you so stressed? The meeting went good last night so what’s the problem?”
“I need to do a couple interviews and finish getting ready,” I said trying to think of how I was going to do everything I needed with my mom running behind.
“We got her Roman, go do what you need to do.” Kara said, coming up beside Jey as he looked at her in shock. I didn’t know what to say myself, I didn’t want to put her in that kind of position.
“Uh, it’s ok Kara, you don’t have to keep her.”
“Roman, go get yourself together, we got her. Text your mom and tell her to call me when she gets here and we will meet her,” Kara, said giving Logan a small smile.
“Tee Tee Kara, up, ” Logan said reaching for her as Kara’s eyes shot to me in shock as Logan wrapped her little arms around her.
“How does she-”
“Rebecca suggested we start showing Logan pictures of everyone, so she knows who her family is. We started before I started taking Logan to visit Tia.”
Kara nodded as Jey caressed her back. “You ok baby, I can get her back.” Jey said as Logan laid her head on Kara’s shoulder.
“Uh, no, it’s ok…Mom is right, I am her auntie,” Kara said looking at Logan. I felt like a true fucking heel…Even though I made peace with everything, I still know that in a perfect world this was supposed to be our daughter together and I fucked it up.
“Hey, Logan I’m your auntie,” Kara whispered as Logan seemed entranced by her. “Tee Tee pretty,” she said rubbing Kara’s cheek.
“Well so are you pretty girl.”
“Uce, go do what you need. We got her,” Jey reassured me as I looked at Kara.
“Are you sure?”
“Bye, Roman,” Kara said continuing to play with Logan as I looked back at Jey who waved me off but I still couldn’t move. I was too entranced watching Logan and Kara interact with each other.
Jey’s POV
Second by second, I watched in awe as Logan was breaking down the hard walls Kara had built to protect herself. I had met Logan at a smackdown show that I had to do a dark match at a couple weeks back.
She was a beautiful child, and I couldn’t blame her for Roman and Tia’s mess.
I knew I had to let it go to actually move on. I knew Kara had done the same, but she still hadn’t dealt with the fact she had a niece that she hadn’t seen since the day she was born almost three years ago.
“I’ll be like an hour tops ya’ll. Hopefully Ma is on the way,” Roman said giving Logan a kiss on the cheek before finally leaving. I know he thinks I didn’t catch it but I saw the yearning in his eyes as he watch them.
Yea, I’mma have to keep a look out on that, I mean yea we made peace but I ain’t dumb.
“Hey, would you like to get some cookies?” Kara asked as Logan smiled. “Please.”
“A’ight lets go ya’ll,” I said guiding them to catering. Kara was quiet most of the time but was interacting with Logan adding in her two cents when the little girl would stop talking.
It wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be, but I could tell Kara was deep in thought. I was glad they were bonding but I didn’t want her to feel like she had to do it.
Janice finally made it about thirty minutes later and I could see the shock in Janice’s face as she came around the corner seeing Kara talking to Logan.
“Ya’ll traffic was a mess, I am so sorry,” Janice said coming up in a rush taking a seat next to Kara trying to catch her breath. “Janice breathe, we had her,” Kara said laughing as Janice looked at Logan sitting next to Kara eating her cookies.
“I see that..I just didn’t believe it…..Has she been any trouble?” she asked as Kara smiled. “Nah, she’s been a perfect little angel.”
“Grammy, I see Tee Tee!” Logan said pointing at Kara as Janice laughed reaching over and ruffled her hair.
“I see that and I’m very happy you got a chance to meet Tee Tee Kara. Do you need to try to potty before we watch daddy?”
“Yes, Grammy.”
“Alright, let’s go potty then little lady.” Janice said, taking a breath and standing up.
“Bye Logan, it was nice to meet you.”
“Bye Tee Tee,” she said throwing her little arms around Kara’s neck and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Janice whispered watching the exchange before picking up logan as she waved at me. “Bye Jey!”
“Bye Logan.”
I knew Kara was relieved that Janice was here. It was getting a little overwhelming for her. I could tell even though she was hiding it.
“Baby, are you ok?” I asked, wanting to know as she looked at me with tears in her eyes. “Yea, I’m ok.” Sighing, I got up and moved to sit beside her.
“Tell me what you thinkin’, Ma.”
“I am terrible, I never saw her. I let my anger for Tia and the hurt Roman caused block me from getting to know her.”
“Bae ain’t nobody blaming you for feeling how you felt. You had a right too, your life got turned upside down. How did you feel meeting her today?” I asked caressing her hand.
“I felt like someone reached in and snatched my soul when she looked at me and called me Tee Tee.”
“In a good way, or bad way?”
“Both…I felt horrible not being there for her knowing she has no mom. Then I felt a sudden joy when she called me Tee Tee, I am going crazy.” Kara said as I rubbed her back.
“No, you’re trying to come to terms with everything and ain’t nothing wrong with that baby.” I assured her as she seemed to be processing her feelings on the matter.
“I don’t see sleepovers and all of that happening, but I will acknowledge her and try to be less awkward when I see her. I’m going to be on the road with you sometimes and at family events. I’m bound to see her.”
“It will be ok when you see her again, stop sweatin’ it. You what I realized?”
“What?”
“Before you know it, we will have our own little Uces running round here,” I whispered in her ear as she blushed.
“I can’t wait to have babies with you.”
“Aye, I been trying to shoot the club up. That damn IUD hell, was stopping my soldiers from reachin’ they destination, I’m glad you got it out.”
“See I can’t with you.”
“What, I’m just being honest about wanting to have a baby with my wife.”
“Let’s just go so you can get ready to fall off the side of the stage. It’s almost time for the main event.”
“Why you say it like that?” I asked as Kara rolled her eyes at me, getting up.
“Because I think it’s stupid as hell and dangerous, that’s why. But you my man, and I’m your #1 fan, so I’mma stick beside you.”
“Well thank you for stickin’ beside me, that’s why I love you and married yo’ fine ass.” I whispered, making her laugh.
“I love you too, so please be careful.”
“I will and everything is going to be fine, just trust me. Jimmy and I got it planned perfectly.” Putting my arm around her shoulder, I lead her to Gorilla so we could watch the rest of the show, and I could be in place for when it was my turn to interference in the main event.
“Ya’ll better Mr. Main Event, or me and Trin will kill you both.”
Kara’s POV
Trin and I sat by Paul in Gorilla watching on the monitor as the guys had gone off to go over everything again.
I already knew it was going to be pure cinema, and seeing Rock, Taker, Cena, Jey, Jimmy, Cody, Solo, Seth and Roman sneaking off to go over the finish, I knew we were in for a treat.
“I’mma need you and Jey to stop playing and get married already,” Trin said as we looked at some of the pictures she had taken on her phone this week. “Aww, send me those, sis.”
It definitely was a week of fun and we were able to squeeze in a lot of fun things outside of their WWE duties.
“I need to you get an Instagram at least, social media ain’t so bad.”
“So, you see us getting married, huh,” I said ignoring her Instagram talk, trying to change the subject. I really wasn’t an internet person so I would leave that to Jey and her.
“Yes, I do and you going to have me some nieces and nephews.”
Whoo, if she only knew….
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One week Later
Pensacola State Prison
Roman’s POV
WrestleMania is in the books and I’m off for the next three or four months to try to ease Logan into a routine of seeing Tia once a week as well as trying to find a good daycare. I wanted to try to take some of the pressure off of Ma and allow her some alone time.
She has been my rock through all of this, but I can’t let her keep putting her life on hold.
Life for the moment is good, I just hate I agreed to this bullshit to bring Logan here. The only good thing that came from this is that Tia signed her rights over.
I’m just still confused as to how she all of a sudden wants to spend time with Logan.
What is she up too?
Maybe she wasn’t and I’m just still just somewhat reeling from Logan and Kara meeting during WrestleMania last week. It was not on my list of things happening this year but seeing Kara hold Logan made my heart ache.
Maybe she could be more apart of Logan’s life because bringing Logan here is seeming to do more harm than good.
“Hi sweetie, it’s your mom,” Tia said as Logan looked at her like she was a total stranger. This was what I was afraid of, even though I showed Logan pictures of Tia she didn’t know her.
We have been visiting the prison once a week for the past month and Logan still wasn’t grasping Tia is her mother.
Then again, she recognized Kara and went willingly to her without any issue.
“It’s ok Logan, it’s mommy.”
“Daddy,” her tiny voice whimpered clinging onto my leg. Sighing, I kneeled beside her. “I’m right here baby,” I soothed as she wrapped her arms around my neck and hid her face.
“What’s wrong with her Roman?” Tia asked as I looked at her like she was crazy. “She doesn’t know you Tia, it’s going to take time. She may never get comfortable with this.”
“You’ve turned her against me, all of you did. Tia accused as I had to bite my tongue to not say what I wanted. “Really, Tia after everything?”
“You could have at least been showing her pictures of me or something.”
“I do show her pictures of you every night and explain who you are. Maybe it’s the vibe you’re bringing. Babies pick up on bad vibes,” I warned as she sighed.
“Fine, I will try to do better. She’s gotten so big.” Tia said caressing Logans hair as she held me tighter. “Yes, she’s almost three, what do you expect, Tia,” I said somewhat harshly.
“I know and I’m trying to make up for it Roman if you just give me a chance.”
Hopefully this will get better, because if it doesn’t, I’m not going to keep putting Logan through this.
“We will try again next week and hopefully it will be a little better.”
“I hope so, I ain’t got nothing but time so I have no problem waiting for her to come around Roman.”
That’s the part I’m scared of, and I still feel like something is off.
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One Month Later
Harvard Medical School
Commencement ceremony
Jey’s POV
I was anxious and excited to see Kara receive her degree. She had done what she set out to do. The day was going great until Rebecca showed up and sat right next to bill.
“A’ight chill ya’ll I’m trying to hear.” I warned as Rebecca continued to push Bill’s buttons.
“This year’s graduates have special messages for their families, and we are allowing them if they choose to bring their children up with them. This is a major accomplishment and should be shared with those they love. Please cheer on every graduate and let’s enjoy this year’s commencement ceremony.”
“Ain’t nobody invited you Rebecca, why are you here?”
“You can’t block me out from her graduation, Bill. I’m her mother, I invited myself.”
“Man, can ya’ll be quiet I’m trying to hear. This ain’t bout ya’ll, this is Kara’s day,” I hissed. They were pissing me off, this was about Kara and not their damn drama.
“All I said is she should have told Kara she was coming instead of just popping up.”
“Now ain’t the time though, and if ya’ll can’t chill out you both can go.” Trin said as Bill moved from beside Rebecca.
“Thank you! Stop feeding into it and move.” Jimmy scolded as Trin shook her head.
“I don’t even know why you sat over there anyway,” I said moving so he could sit beside me.
“She sat beside me,” he hissed as I rolled my eyes. “So, you move…Don’t let her control your emotions Bill,” my mother whispered as Bill sat back trying to calm down.
The last couple months Bill had started the process of filing for a divorce and Rebecca is grasping at straws to try to keep him in the marriage.
“Rebecca sit there and chill out before I throw you over this balcony.”
“Don’t threaten me Tani, I know how to act.”
“Mama, let it go,” I whispered seeing it’s almost Kara’s turn to have her name called.
“How does this work?” Trin asked seeing they were skipping around. “They are calling by program, and degrees earned.”
“Ok, I was about to say they got my girl messed up, she supposed to be in line with the M’s,” Trin said taking pictures of Kara standing in line as Bill snickered shaking his head.
“There she is, look at her in her cap and gown.” Trin gushed as Kara nervously rubbed her hood.
“Still though, her last name Morris, we on the letter D on this program Trin,” Jimmy said as I shot him a look to shut the fuck up.
“Maybe don’t nobody last name starts with E through L, in this degree program Jimmy. Now hush, so I can hear,” I hissed as he smiled at me.
“Sure thing twin, even though-”
“Don’t worry about it Jimmy.” My mother said cutting him off with a smile. “Just know Kara is where she’s supposed to be at in line, I can assure you,” mother said rubbing my knee trying to calm me down.
I felt nervous, like it was my graduation.
“Once again, these following graduates are receiving their degree in Doctor of Medicine and management.”
“Dr. Kara Fatu!” Dr. Kouper said as we all jumped up cheering her on. My heart filled with pride watching Kara walk across the stage, her beautiful bright smile on display.
I was so proud of her, after everything she had made it.
“Yes! That’s my sister!!!! Wait, what the hell did she say?!” Trin screamed, pausing in shock as Jimmy snickered rubbing her shoulder before continuing to cheer.
“Kara and twin done snuck and got married on us baby.”
“Oh my gosh Jurdy! I knew something was up!”
“Gon’ head sis, welcome to the family!” Jimmy yelled as I shushed them wanting to hear Dr. Kouper.
“Kara will be hooded by Dr. Stanly Moore.” I couldn’t image how that felt for Kara. Dr. Moore meant the world to her and was there from the beginning. He encouraged her throughout the years and even kept in touch when she left medical school for the first time.
“Yea, Dr. Fatu, you did that, Ma,” I whispered trying to hold it together as Dr. Moore placed the hood around her neck.
“Kara would love to thank her amazing husband Joshua, her parents, her sister Trinity, brother-in-law Jonathon, Roman, Dr. Moore and her other professors for their unwavering love and support.”
I couldn’t contain it no more.
“You did it baby! I love you, Dr. Fatu!” I screamed not caring about protocol in that moment. My girl was standing there looking like a goddess and was now a doctor.
“Yes! We love you, Kara!” Trin screamed as my mom laughed.
“Lord, ya’ll gon’ get us kicked out.”
“Hell, it’s over with now, they done gave her that degree and hooded her, we can leave now.” Bill said wiping his tears.
Dr. Kouper smiled in our direction, giving us a few more seconds before handing Kara something and picking right back up from where she left off.
“Kara has deferred the start of her residency until February 2025 in pediatrics and internal medicine at Pensacola’s children’s hospital & Pensacola General Hospital. Kara also wanted us to help her share some amazing news with her husband and family in attendance."
“Oh my God, look!!!” Trin screamed as I looked up at the big screen in shock seeing Kara holding up a tiny onesie.
“Daddy’s #1 fan.” I read in shock, getting choked up as my mother hugged me. “Congratulations baby. I’m so happy for ya’ll.”
“I’mma be a daddy.” I said in disbelief.
“Baby Fatu will be arriving Thanksgiving 2024, congratulations Kara and Joshua!”
“How about that, I’m about to be a paw paw again.”
“Yes!!! Auntie is on duty!” I heard Trin yell as I turned to look back at her still in shock as she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Congratulations Brother.”
“Thank you, sister.” Looking back at the stage I saw Kara making her way back to her seat.
“Congrats twin.”
“Thanks, bro.”
Like I couldn’t believe it, I was going to be a daddy…Like Kara and I made a baby. She was so worried she couldn’t have children because her and Roman tried so hard for years, but they couldn’t get pregnant.
“I can’t believe you did this to her! It wasn’t bad enough you rushed her into marriage. Now she’s pregnant, you did this on purpose and now she’ll never complete her residency.”
“Rebecca shut the hell up.” bill hissed as I put my hand on his shoulder. “I got it pops, first off, I married Kara because I love her. She ain’t never gotta worry about givin’ up anything for me. We in this together.”
“How is she going to fulfill her dreams now Joshua with a baby depending on her? She’s going to get attached, and never want to leave home.”
“Kara is going to do her residency, open up her practice and do everything she’s ever wanted to do if I gotta sit home while she does it.”
“Yea, right….Kara is going to be home alone stressing, and resenting you in the end.”
“Don’t assume you know our relationship based off the shit she went through with Roman and your life with Bill. I got Kara and she got me, end of discussion.”
Feeling myself about to lose it and cuss her ass out, I got up and moved to the end of the aisle.
“Josh, where you goin’ baby?”
“I’m going to wait for my wife at our designated meeting place to tell her how much I love her, and how happy I am.” I needed some air because we were about to get thrown out if I stayed in there with Rebecca.
Kara’s POV
It was done, I was now Dr. Kara Fatu. It seemed time passed so fast as we stood to give the Declaration of Geneva before being dismissed.
Marching out of the auditorium I stepped outside taking a deep breath. “Kara, you did it…It was hard, but you did it,” I whispered overwhelmed. Not wanting to get lost in the sea of people I chatted with a few classmates before their families found them. We took a few selfies waiting for the crowd to move a little, people were everywhere.
The only thing I really wanted to do was hug my husband. Finally heading towards our meeting place, I was shocked to see my mother.
“Now wait a minute you ain’t gonna blame Josh for Kara wanting a break to live her life. These last two and half years been hell on her. Hell it's been rough on everyone especially with the shit you let Tia pu and your dirty lil secret," my dad said as I shook my head.
Damn, can we have one day where everybody gets along.
"Kiss my entire ass Bill."
"You gotta actually have an ass to kiss first off."
They really doing this now and why is she even here. I didn’t invite her. Making my way towards them I heard Jey standing his ground.
“I ain’t got time for you Rebecca I’m leave Bill alone. I'm looking for my wife to congratulate her,” Jey said before spotting me. With a smile and his arms stretched out wide, I ran to him.
“I did it!” I cried jumping in his arms.” I’m so proud of you baby."
"We did it" I cried tuning out everyone else but him, as he held me tighter.
"Oh shit, am I holding you too tight.”
“No, I’m ok,” I reassured him. The look of joy and love on his face was something I will remember forever as he put me down and I gave him the onesie. “Congratulations Daddy.”
“I can’t believe this; we made a baby,” Jey said in disbelief now caressing my stomach.
“We did, and I can’t wait to meet him or her. Our lips met in a gentle kiss as the realization really hit us, we were really going to be parents.
“I hate I have to share you with everybody right now.” I hated it too and he was right. As soon as he released me from his arms, Trin came over.
“Girl, give me a hug! You done gagged me for today.” Smiling, I gave Trin a long hug both of us laughing when Jimmy joined in. “Sister-in-law welcome to the family.”
“I’m sorry, ya’ll we just wanted to wait a little while before we told anyone.”
“It’s’ ok I’m so happy for ya’ll and I’m about to be a whole auntie out here in these streets,” Trin gushed as my dad came towards us.
“My baby is a doctor, let me see her,” my dad gloated as I gave him a hug and then Ma Fatu.
“So nobody is gonna ask Kara why she would do this to herself?” My mother asked as I rolled my eyes.
“No what we want to ask you why you ain't congratulated your daughter?” Jimmy asked pointing out my mother’s attitude.
"And what exactly did I do to myself mama, besides finally living my life for me?"
“Kara, I just can't--- You really got married and didn’t tell me? I would have been there. You’re pregnant, like what were you thinking?”
“Well, I didn’t want you here mama, and I thought that was made crystal clear since we haven’t talked since I told dad what you did.
“Kara-”
“I married Josh because I love him…I’m having his baby because that is our dream, and it doesn’t concern nobody but me and him.”
Seeing how serious I was she changed her tune. “I’m sorry, it all just hit me at once that you got married and about to have a baby. I got scared you were giving up on your dreams again.”
The look of shame on her face wasn’t lost upon me. I got it and understood it, but it wasn’t her place especially after all she had done.
“I’m not givin’ up nothing, Ma. You ain’t gotta worry about me.”
“Um, so how long have ya’ll been married?” Trin asked changing the subject as Jey smiled. “It’s been about five months, sis.”
“So right after the trial, you made an honest woman out of her, huh?” Jimmy joked as my mother sighed, pulling me into a hug.
It was awkward to say the least. “I know you didn’t invite me, but I wanted to show you I’m serious about us working this out. I love you and I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you for coming.”
“How far along are you sweetie?”
“I’m three months along, Ma. I found out a couple days ago when I went for my checkup.” My mother frowning, hearing me call Jey’s mom, Ma.
“I can’t believe this shit-”
“Hush, it don’t matter what you believe Rebecca,” my dad said rubbing my back.
“Well, you gon’ be sick of me, cause I’mma stay doin’ this,” Jey said rubbing my stomach as I laughed.
“I would never.”
“Hey baby, it’s yo’ daddy.”
“Oouu! I can’t wait to shop for baby clothes,” Trin said as I saw my mother looking very uncomfortable.
“Well let’s get some pictures with Dr. Fatu,” my dad said somewhat breaking the ice as we all posed for a few photos.
Regardless of how my mom felt, today was a good day and she wasn’t going to spoil it for me.
Roman’s POV
I had come to Kara’s graduation and sat where nobody could see me. I felt I had to be here and the joy on Kara’s face was something I’m happy I got to see in person. The news about the baby stunned me, as if I needed even more proof we weren’t meant to be together anymore.
“Daddy, see Tee Tee,” Logan said pointing at Kara who was taking a picture with auntie Tani.
“No baby, we just came to cheer her on. I don’t want to bother her because she’s really busy right now.”
“Ok daddy,” Logan said sadly. I knew it was for the best, I didn’t want things to be even more awkward than Kara’s mother was. That was cringe watching from afar because I know she was probably showing her ass.
Feeling a hand on my shoulder I tensed. “Aye, it’s just me, Uce,” realizing it was Jimmy the nervous tension left my body.
“Hey, we were just leaving, I just wanted to support Kara on her graduation day.”
“Hey, lil mama it’s nice to meet you,” Jimmy said kneeling down as Logan gave him a hug.
Damn, she really recognizes and likes everyone but her own mother.
“Tee Tee win Wimmy,” Logan said as Jimmy chuckled. “She sure did.”
“Sorry, she has a little trouble with her J’s.”
“I knew what she meant, and I think it’s cute, so why ya’ll hidin’ over here.”
“I wanted to support Kara; I was planning to come over there but hearing about the baby, i’m still a little stunned.”
“I can understand that, and I know she would too,” Jimmy said standing up with Logan as she put her head on his shoulder.
“She’s going to be an amazing mom and I’m just happy for her. I’m happy for both of them, it just still stings a lot.”
“Well, I ain’t pushin’, they think I went to the bathroom and that’s the story I’m sticking with,” he said looking around at the crowd starting to thin out, passing Logan back to me.
“Tell Jimmy see you later.”
“See you later,” she said blowing him a kiss. “Bye Logan, I’ll see you soon.” The bright smile on her face as he blew her a kiss back let me knew then and there Jimmy was going to be her partner in crime as she got older.
Logan and I quietly slipped away unnoticed and went back to the car.
“Mr. Reigns anywhere else you would like to go?”
“Uh, can you find us an ice cream shop before we head back to the airport.”
“Yay! Ice cream!”
I knew she was going to be bouncing off the walls of the jet, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. After setting up Logan's ipad, I pulled out my phone to see had Trin or Jey posted any pictures on Instagram. I knew Jimmy hadn't, his ass might as well not have Instagram since he never posts.
Trin hadn't posted anything yet. "Damn, you slippin' Trin." Heading to Jey's page, I saw he hadn't put any photos up from the ceromony but had just made an apreciation post in honor of Kara.
It was a photo of Kara in her wedding gown, on the beach.
In this moment I had to agree with Jey and I don't do that much.
Life was good.
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Two Weeks Later
Pensacola State Prison
Rebecca’s POV
“What do you mean you can’t help me?!” Tia hissed as I sat with her in the family visiting room.
“I ain’t being an accessory to this Tia, it ain’t right.”
“Look, all you gotta do is come to the hospital. I’ll make a scene when they try to take me for a CT scan. I will ask can you go in with me and I’ll handle the rest.”
“I can’t Tia, and I won’t. You’re on your own.”
“I already have it all worked out and I promise if you help me, you’ll never see me again.”
“Tia-”
“Look just think about it, its months away anyway, this type of thing takes planning. I’m only going to have one chance, and I got to make it count.”
“Where are you planning to go Tia?”
“Far away, that’s all you need to know. Now are you going to help me or not?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Then I guess we got nothing else to discuss, you ain’t gotta worry about visiting me ever again.”
“Tia, I love you, but you are going to get yourself killed and I’m not going to watch you do it.”
“I don’t need you, but you’re going to be sorry. I promise you will.”
Standing up I looked at my daughter and for the first time I realized she was a lost cause…My child was a lost cause that couldn’t be saved.
“Just leave then, and tell Kara I’m happy she got everything like she always does. I mean she finally got knocked up right, even married Josh. I saw that little post he made on instagram.
“Tia, leave Kara alone and how do you even have a phone in here?”
“I have my ways, guard I’m ready to go back to the yard,” Tia said smugly standing up as well.
“Tia, I’m tellin’ you, leave Kara be!”
“I’ll see ya’ll soon, Ma..Just remember no matter what you do from here on out, I'll always be two steps ahead of you.”
"You're going to get yourself killed."
"Well, lucky me, cause' I ain't afraid to die."
Her statement chilling me to my soul as I left her alone in the visiting room. She was just too far gone, and I knew what I had to do.
Waiting until I got to the front, I politely went over to a guard. “Um, excuse me, I have some information that I need to tell the warden. A prisoner is trying to plan an escape.”
“Ma’am come with me.” Leading me into a somewhat small conference room I felt closed in and nervous.
Yea, I could never do prison time, I ain’t built for it at all.
“Just have a seat if you’d like and I’ll fetch the warden for you.” As the guard disappeared, I couldn’t help but pace, my nerves were getting the better of me.
“I just can’t let this go on anymore. Continuing to pace, I couldn’t help but think about Logan, Kara, and the baby. I couldn’t let her hurt them; I would die first.
Kara and I were trying to work on our relationship, I knew we had a long way to go but I knew the first step was finally choosing her.
This time and for the rest of my life I’m choosing her, even if it kills me.
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Jimin POV
I’m trying not to get hard
But it’s impossible with Joanne near me.
Just looking at her makes me that way.
She’s in the dorm and me, her, Tae, Jungkook and Yoongi are watching a movie
She’s Jungkook’s best friend, since they were babies.
Her parents came to Korea for her dad’s job and the first people they met were Jungkook’s parents.
They were neighbors and the four of them instantly became friends
Both of their moms got pregnant at the same time.
Joanne was born first is January and Jungkook in September.
They’ve been inseparable since they were newborns.
They do everything together
They even got matching tattoos when Jungkook got his
She already had some but agreed when Jungkook asked her to get one with him.
It’s in the same spot on their bodies too.
Their ribs
I always thought she was fucking hot
She’s a mix of Spanish and Italian- and fuck that mix makes one sexy girl
Jungkook is next to me and she's on his other side, her head on his shoulder
I want her
Especially because I had her once already
Two months ago, we had sex
It just happened
I was alone in the dorm and she came to hang out with Jungkook and decided to wait for him
I stayed with her to keep her company and it just happened
It was seriously the best sex I ever had
Everything about her is perfect for me
I’ve had sex after her and it’s no where near as amazing as it was with her
I can’t stop thinking about her body and how good she felt
Honestly it’s just sex
I like her but only as a friend
And she feels the same
She asked if we can still be friends and not make it weird between us
I agreed and we haven’t spoken about it
Everything went back to normal
Except for my imagination and my need for her
I’m dying over here and she has no idea
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After the movie ends, she gets up and goes to Jungkook’s room with him to hang with him
“So Mortal Kombat?”, I hear him ask
“Yeah. I’m gonna kick your ass”
He laughs, “Oh Jo, you’re so cute”
“Shut up”, she giggles
I’m so jealous she spends time with him
I also wonder if she and Jungkook have ever been together
Or if they just see each other as best friends, like brother and sister
I get even more jealous just thinking that they might be going to be with each other
Fuck I need her
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“I’ll see you tomorrow Kookie”, I hear her say as she leaves his room
Here’s my chance
I fly off my bed and open the door to my room
She passes by and I pull her arm
“The fuck?”, she shouts, then turns to see me
I stare at her beautiful face and all words leave my brain
“Oh hey Jimin. You scared me. You ok?”
“Uh no”, I answer
God I sound like an idiot
“No? What’s wrong?”, she asks concerned
I pull her into my room and close the door
“Uh”, she says right before I kiss her
Fuck what am I doing?
I move my head back, pulling away to apologize but she pulls me back to her, kissing me
She lets me slide my tongue in her mouth and she moans
Fuck, yes
I pull away, “I need you. I need your pussy. I need to be inside you. I need to cum”
I’m honestly so shocked that I’m saying this
I’m just not thinking
She’s going to slap me
“Yeah Jimin?”
“Yeah”, I nod, “I can’t stop thinking about the last time. About you on me, how perfect I fit in you. I need you”
“So you just want to cum?”, she asks
“Yeah but I need it to be you.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. Sex with you has been the best I ever had and I need more”
“Ok Jimin.”
I’m shocked she’s agreeing
And not yelling at me
“Ok?”
“Yeah. Ok. Take what you want”, she smirks
Yes
Fuck yes
Pushing her against the door, my lips on hers, I start pulling her shorts and panties down
I feel her pulling mine and my boxers down too
Once both of us have them off, I grab her leg and wrap it around me, thrusting in hard.
Yes
Oh god yes
She’s just like I remember but better
“Fuck”, she yells
“Fuck Joanne, yes. God you’re so fucking tight. So good”, I moan
“Fuck me Jimin. Hard”, she asks
I start slamming in her hard, just going straight to rough sex
“Fuck yea!”, she yells
She gets so fucking wet and I feel it all over me.
She pulls at my shirt and lifts it off me, throwing it behind me
Her hands start running all over my back and in my hair
Her touches feel so fucking good
She’s wearing a flimsy tank top and I just grab the top and rip it down the middle, tearing it off her
“God Jimin. You’re so fucking hot”
I pull her off the door long enough to take her bra off then slam her back on it
“Yes baby. I love when you’re fucking rough”, she yells
Good because I love it too
We were rough all last time too
I slam in her and she tightens on me so tightly screaming my name and coming all over me
“Jimin! Fuck yes. God yes!”
“God baby you’re fucking amazing. You feel fucking amazing.”
I pull out and turn her around, pushing her against the door again
“Open”, I growl
She opens her stance wider and I thrust up in her again
Leaning over I kiss her back and her shoulders while slamming in her
“Fuck Jimin”, she moans loudly
“C'mon baby. You know you wanna cum again. Just do it”, I urge
“I..I…”
“Don’t I fuck you good enough to make you cum?”, I ask
“Yeah Jimin. Yes you do”
“Then cum baby”
I slide hard inside causing her loud scream and her pussy to throb on me when she orgasms again
God, so good
I move harder, turning so I’m leaning against the wall
I pull her against me, her back on my chest, her head on my shoulder
I lift one of her legs up, giving me better access to pound her pussy
“Jimin, oh god Jimin”
“Yea baby, scream my fucking name”, I growl kissing her neck and shoulder, thrusting so hard
“Cum baby”, I yell, “I need it. I fucking need it now”
“Jimin!”, she screams
Yes holy fuck yes
I love when she cums on me
I can’t get enough
Pulling out, I turn her back around again, against the door
Dropping to my knees, I open her legs more and lick her pussy
“Jimin”, she cries
“So good Jo. You taste so fucking good”, I moan, licking her
She does taste amazing
How I don’t know
I really don’t
But I love her taste and I want her in my mouth all the time
I think about it all the time
Sliding my tongue up, I flick her clit causing more screams
I love making her scream
“Joanne?”, I hear Jungkook come out of his room
I close my lips on her clit and suck
“Oh god Jimin”, she shouts
She shudders while I keep sucking on her and I love it
“Jo, where are you? I thought you were leaving?”, Jungkook calls
“Jimin, don’t stop. Jimin”, she whimpers
So I don’t, the next suck on her clit causes another orgasm
“Jimin fuck Jimin!”, she screams, her hands flying in my hair and holding my head to her pussy
I lick her and moan from how good she is
“Oh fuck baby. You taste so good”, I groan
“Jimin”, she moans
“What the hell?”, I hear Jungkook yell
“More Jo. I want more. Cum again. I want more in my mouth baby”, I moan, slurping on her clit, her cunt soaking my face in her sweet cream
“Shit Jimin”, she yells
“Please?”
“Yes, yes fuck yes”
I smirk and lick her, swirling my tongue all over her pussy
I hear the door knob turn and the door start to open
Without stopping, I reach out and slam the door closed
“Hey what the fuck?”, Jungkook yells
I let go of her for a second to shout, “Go away”, then move my tongue on her
“Jimin? What the hell? Is Jo with you? What are you doing to her?”
I ignore him and keep pleasuring her with my tongue, getting her closer to coming again
Fuck, I want it so much
I don’t know what’s wrong with me or why I want her this much
But I do
“Jimin!”, Jungkook yells
“I’m eating her out. Go away!”
“Jimin fuck that’s so hot”, she moans
“What! Oh gross, I don’t want to hear that!”, Jungkook yells
“Jimin, Jimin, Jimin!”, she screams, coming on my tongue, “Oh fuck Jimin”
Yes fuck yes
I swallow her sweet cum, then lick inside her to get more
Which causes her to explode again, screaming my name
“Oh fuck, I’m out”, Jungkook yells and I hear him walking away
“Jimin. Jimin!”, she calls breathing hard
“Yeah baby?”, I answer
“I need…I…..need”
“What baby girl? What do you need?”
“You Jimin. I need your hard cock inside. Now”
She pushes me back, making me lay on the floor
She climbs on me and I grab her hips and slide her on my cock
“Fuck” she moans
“Yes Jo. Fuck so tight. I love being inside you”
She starts bouncing on me and pleasure blasts in my body
I yell from how good it feels
“You like it baby?”, she smirks
I just nod rapidly
“You like the way I fuck your cock? The way my tight pussy holds you?”
“Yes fuck yes! Oh my god yes!”, I shout
“Good boy”
She tightens on me and I can’t fucking handle it
She moves harder and faster
“Jo, I’m….”
“Yeah Jimin”, she moans
“Can I cum inside Jo? Please can I? I don’t want to leave”, I beg
“Yes Jimin. Yes”, she whimpers
I thrust up hard into her, coming in her
“Joanne fuck!, Joanne!”, I scream, closing my eyes
“Jimin!”, she cries, starting to shake on me, coming too
God it feels out of this world
To have her clenching and cum on me while I cum at the same time- fucking heaven
She climbs off and sits next to me breathing hard
I’m still laying down, trying to breathe
I still want her
I just need a second
After I get my breathing under control, I get up, pulling her up too
Then I pick her up and throw her on my bed
“More Jimin?”, she smirks
“Yea. I’m horny for you. You’re cunt. Just yours”
“Yea Jimin? Well I’m here for you. Come and get it”, she teases
I don’t need to be told twice
Turning her over and pulling her on all fours, I pound back into her
“God Jimin. I love you fucking cock baby. You’re so fucking hard.”
I ram my cock in her hard and fast, feeling her get so wet
“Harder Jimin. I want it harder!”, she yells
Fuck she’s wild
I’m already going so hard and she wants more
Spreading her legs open more, I slam as hard as I can in her
“Yes, Oh god yes. It feels so good”, she cries
She starts moving slamming herself back on me when I thrust in
I hit so deep inside her, listening to her screaming for me not to stop
“Oh god Jimin!”, she shouts
Her pussy tightens on me as she climaxes
Watching her cum all over my cock, makes me so much more horny
Her pussy grabs my cock so tightly and doesn’t let go
“Oh fuck”, I yell as I keep going
After a few more thrusts, she comes again, moaning loudly
I’m getting closer but I need her to cum again
I need to feel it, feel her squeeze my cock
The best feeling in the world is when she cums on me
Pounding in deep, she yells as her orgasm runs through her, “Jimin, cum baby. I want you to cum in me.”
“Yes baby, yes, I want to”, I groan, moving more
Her tightness is driving me crazy and the next thrust has me coming, waves of pleasure passing over me
I pull out and watch as my cum leaks out of her and all over her legs
Jesus, that’s so fucking hot
She’s laying face down, so I lay next to her
“Damn Jimin. That was fun”
“Yyyy…yeah”
Fun?
It was fucking amazing
After a few minutes, she says, “I should go”
I guess she should
“Uh ok”
She gets up and I watch her get her panties, pants and bra on
“Uh Jimin, you kinda ripped my shirt”
“Oh yeah. Sorry. You can wear one of mine”, I offer
“Yeah ok. I’ll bring it back next time I come over”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s fine”
She shrugs, “Ok”
She puts the shirt on
It’s baggy on her but she looks good
And for some strange reason I like that she’s wearing my shirt
“I see you later Jimin”, she says
“Wait”, I say before she gets to my door
“Yeah?”, she asks turning around
“Can we keep doing this? Sleeping together I mean”
She raises her eyebrow, “With me? You can have any girl Jimin, why me?”
I honestly don’t know
It’s just something about her body that gets me off
“I…I can’t explain it. It’s just your body Jo. Your pussy is the best I’ve ever been in. You’re the best girl I ever tasted. Ever since we had sex two months ago, any girl I sleep with doesn’t compare to you at all. My body just reacts to yours, just wants yours.”
“Wow. Uh ok”
“C'mon Jo, you know your body reacts to mine too. I feel you, the way you’re pussy keeps me in you, the way you shake when you cum, the way you scream.”
“Yeah. You’re right Jimin. My body does want yours. But I’m not some fuck toy. I’m not some cunt you can just cum in when you want”
I’m not explaining things well
I don’t want her to think that's what I want
I mean I do want that but I want her to know that she can use me to cum too
“Look Jo, I’m not asking you to do that. I want things to be mutual. I wanna be able to have you when I need to cum but I want you to be able to have me when you need to cum too. You can call me when you want it and I’ll go to you. It’s not just me calling you”, I explain
She looks at me silently for a minute
Maybe this was a bad idea
But I know I’m not going to stop wanting her
“Fine, but no feelings. Just sex”, she says
“Yes, that’s what I want too. Just sex.”, I answer
“And you can’t fuck anyone else without a condom. I’m not catching any diseases. If you don’t want to wear a condom with me, then you wear it with anyone else”
“That’s fine. I don’t want to use a condom with you”
“Ok. I don’t like them anyway. And I’m on birth control so don’t worry about me getting pregnant. It won't happen”
“Ok good”
“Ok”, she nods
“Ok”
She turns and leaves my room
I just sit there amazed that I got what I want
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Six Months Later
Jimin POV
I look at the time in the practice room
Another hour and we’re done
She called me two hours ago, asking me to come to her apartment
I texted her that I’ll be there as soon as practice is over
She hasn’t texted me back
It’s been six months since she and I started sleeping with each other
Jungkook didn’t want to talk about me and her and what he heard
He said he doesn’t want to know a damn thing and to leave him out of anything we do together
Sex with her is fucking mind blowing
It was always rough, hard wild sex for the longest time
But in the last two months sex has changed with her
I find myself not just going with her to just cum anymore I’m going to be with her
I mean we still have our times when we rip each others clothes off or we’re having sex even before all our clothes are off
But lately, more often than not, we’re going slower
I find myself kissing her more, all over, not just her lips but her shoulders, her neck, her hands, everywhere
I play with her hair a lot more, I hold her hand when I’m on top of her, I cuddle with her after
I love having her in my arms I can feel everything so much more when we go slow
I feel every move she makes, every squeeze, every breath
And when she cums on me, Jesus, it’s fucking mind blowing
And I know why
I’m falling in love
Hell, scratch that
I am in love
And I feel so stupid
So terrified
Because there’s no way she’ll want me
She complains all the time about my schedule and me not being immediately available for sex like she is for me
She has to wait hours or days if we’re really busy
And I get it
She drops everything and comes to me when I want her, unless she’s working
I can text her and in 10 to 20 minutes she’s in my room with me or at her apartment waiting for me. And she stays with me for hours
Because she takes it when I have free time
A lot of the time, when she texts me, I can maybe get there within an hour and I can only stay for a little bit
She’s mostly understanding unless she’s really horny, then she angry fucks me
Or she’s not horny anymore when I get there
She also sometimes calls me to tell me to forget about coming over
I know it bothers her but she acts like it doesn’t
So if it’s this complicated and it’s just sex, how am I supposed to have a relationship?
And not just with her, but with any girl
My schedule is crazy
I’d have to leave her to go on tour
There’s no way she’d want to be with an idol
I don’t blame her
But I love her
And I don’t know what to do
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I get to her apartment three hours after she called me
I feel like such a dick
It’s 1 am
I use the key she gave me to let myself in
Her apartment is dark
Is she home?
Did she go out?
I make my way to her room, trying not to trip and kill myself in the dark
Opening her door, I see her in her bed
Asleep
She has the lamp on her nightstand on
Walking to her, I look at her
She’s so fucking beautiful
She looks like a fucking angel while sleeping
She’s on her side, cuddled into her pillow, blanket half on her
I notice she’s wearing one of my shirts
It’s the one I gave her last week
When we get wild, I rip a lot of her shirts, so I give her mine to wear
That’s all she’s wearing, my shirt
I’m not going to wake her up
I feel bad that she fell asleep waiting for me
It’s not fair to her that she has to wait for me all the time
I don’t want to leave though
I want to stay with her
So I get undressed, leaving my shirt and boxers on, then lay next to her
I just want her in my arms
Turning off the light, I cuddle into her back
“I’m sorry Jo”, I whisper, “I love you”
Kissing the back of her neck, I put my arm around her and close my eyes
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I feel her moving
Opening my eyes, I see that it’s still night I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep
She’s is turning in my arms, to face me
“What?”, she says, opening her eyes and looking at me sleepily
“Jimin?”, she asks
“Yeah Jo. I’m sorry”
“Huh? For what?”, she asks groggily
“For taking so long to come. You were asleep when I got here.”
“Oh. It doesn’t matter Jimin. You’re here now”, she answers
It doesn’t matter?
She only cares that I’m here right now
It feels good to hear her say that
“Oh uh..”
“I just want you Jimin”, she says cuddling into me
My mind is racing
And I’m shocked
She wants me?
Does she feel the same way I do?
I hope she does
“Jimin, you’re staying right?”, she asks
Uh, fuck yes. “Yeah Jo. I’ll stay”
“Ok. Can you hold me while we sleep? I just want to be in your arms”, she says tiredly
Oh my god
Yes yes, fuck yes
“Yes Jo. I want you in my arms all night. I won’t let go. I promise”
“Ok”, she replies, half asleep
Running my fingers in her hair, she starts to breathe evenly
“My Jimin”, she whispers, “I love you Jimin”
My breath catches
What?
Is it true?
Or did she say it because she’s almost asleep and doesn’t know what she’s saying?
I hope she means it
“I love you Joanne”, I say to her
She makes a little noise
I don’t know if she heard me
I look down at her and see she’s asleep
Kissing her head, I hold her to me, waiting to fall asleep
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I wake up to kisses all over my face
The best fucking way to wake up
Opening my eyes, her face comes into focus
She smiles then kisses my lips
“Hi Jimin”
“Hi Jo”, I answer
“You’re so cute when you sleep Jimin”
“Me? No Jo, you’re cuter. You’re adorable the way you cuddle in your blankets”
Her cheeks turn red when she blushes
“Aww baby don’t be embarrassed”, I laugh
She scowls but I see her holding back a smile
“Shut up and kiss me”, she demands
I want nothing more
Pulling her down to me, I kiss her soft lips gently
She kisses me back and slides her tongue in my mouth
Fuck I love it
I love kissing her
Her arms go around my neck pulling me on top of her
I run my hand up and down her body, making her hold onto me more tightly
She pulls on my shirt and I lift myself up so she can take it off
“I love your body Jimin. I can look at you all day”
I blush, “I uh….thanks. I’m sorry I uh don’t have abs right now”
“Are you being serious? Why are you apologizing for that?”
I don’t know
I’m known for my abs.
ARMYS always want me to have them and if I don’t I get criticized
But I’ve been slacking on working out
“Jimin do you think I really care about that?”, she exclaims
“Uh…”
“I don’t Jimin. I don’t give a fuck if you have abs or not. It doesn’t matter to me. I love your body with or without abs. You are perfect just the way you are”
I love when she tells me stuff like that
I know I don’t act like it on stage but I’m really insecure about a lot of stuff
My body is one of them
But she’s constantly telling me that I’m beautiful, sexy, hot
The best part is she’s being serious
She’s not just saying it
The way she looks at me, the way she touches me shows me she’s not lying, which blows my mind
Like how she’s looking at me now
“I…uh..I”, I stutter
“Don’t worry about things like that with me ok Jimin. I don’t care about things like that. I just want you”
“I just want you too Jo”
“Then kiss me Jimin and don’t stop”
I crash my lips to hers, kissing her hard
Kissing down her neck, she moans making me hard
I sit up, opening her legs and immediately start licking her
“Jimin”, she whimpers
I love eating her out
Laying my tongue flat on her, I lick up her pussy over and over
She gets so fucking wet, going all over my mouth
God she’s everything
I lay my tongue on her clit and lick the same spot again and again
I know her clit is where she wants it most, where it feels the best and I always give it to her
It’s my favorite place to lick and suck
It’s crazy how that little spot causes massive pleasure
“Oh god Jimin”, she shouts, her hands pulling my hair
It feels good. Taking her clit in my mouth I suck on her
“Jimin! Fuck Jimin!”, she screams, shaking and coming in my mouth
So fucking good
Kissing up her body, I pull her shirt off before I kiss her lips
She pulls down my boxers as far as she can and I kick them off
I just want her on me, on top of me
I love watching her move, watching the pleasure take over her face
“Please baby”, I whisper, hovering over her and kissing her softly
“Please what Jiminie?”, she answers
“Please Jo, ride me. I want you to ride me baby. I want it so bad”, I kiss her again
“Yeah Jimin”, she says, brushing hair from my face, “I will baby”
I roll over pulling her on top of me
She sits up on my lap, hovering over my cock
Slowly she lowers herself, instantly drenching my cock as she slides down
“Jimin, baby, Jimin”, she moans the more she moves down
Pleasure blasts in my body and it’s just from going in her
She leans back, her hands on my legs and she starts moving, sliding up and down my cock
I don't know where to watch, her or my cock going in her pussy
Every time she goes up, I can see her juice all over me and it turns me on so much
She moves faster and harder, making pleasure flow everywhere
“Ahhh god Jimin, you feel so good”, she moans, “so fucking hard”
Fuck I love how much she loves me in her
I reach out and touch her- her hips, her stomach, her sides
Her head is thrown back and her breasts are bouncing so fast and so hard from how hard she’s fucking me
She’s fucking gorgeous
“I love your cock in my pussy baby. You’re cock is the best I ever fucked”
“Fuck baby girl. You’re fucking tight cunt is the best I ever had. My cock loves being in you.”
Reaching out I touch her clit and she yells loudly
I start playing, rubbing and sliding my fingers there while she keeps fucking me
I feel myself getting close but I need her to cum first
“Show me baby”, I moan
"Hhhh..huh?”, she stutters
“Show me how much you love my cock baby. Cum on me”
“Jjjj…Jimin”
“I want it Jo. I want to feel you. You feel so good when you cum”
She slams hard which starts her orgasm
I keep rubbing her clit, urging her on, “Yes baby. God I fucking love it. Squeeze me baby. Don’t let go of my cock baby”
Her whole body shakes while screams rip from her
She keeps moving on me, wanting me to cum
She doesn’t have to say it
We’ve been together enough that I know what she wants
I’m right there, she just needs to move a few more times
Instead she tightens on me so fucking tightly and slides down
“Joanne, Joanne, Joanne!”, I scream, coming so hard, “Baby fuck, oh my God, Jo”
“Yes Jimin”, she moans
I roll over, getting her on her back
I slip back in, feeling her pussy filled with my cum and hers
I fucking love that feeling, both of us on me
I honestly don’t know why
Opening her legs more, I slowly thrust inside her
“Jimin”, she sighs
I lean over her, looking down at her
She smiles at me, reaching up and touching my cheek
The love I feel for this girl is so fucking intense
She moves her hands, running her fingers along my back, fire bursting on my skin wherever she touches
I can’t hold it back I don’t want to anymore
“I love you”, I tell her
Her gaze snaps back to mine
“I love you so much Joanne. Everything about you, I’m so in love with. Every single thing”
I’m scared of what she’s going to say but I’m tired of pretending I don’t love her
A huge smile bursts on her face
“I love you Jimin. More than anything”, she answers
Happiness burst in my body
Just pure euphoria
“Yeah?”, I ask
“Yeah Jimin. I’m in love with everything about you too.”
“So…are you mine now?”, I ask shyly
She nods immediately
“Yes Jimin, all yours”, she answers
Smiling so hard, I lean down kissing her lips
Her arms wrap around my neck, kissing me back
I start moving again, going slowly
“Jimin”, she moans, “You feel so good baby”
I lean my forehead against her, whimpering
“Don’t stop Jimin”, she asks
“I won’t”, I whisper
The room fills with just the sound of our soft moans
“Jimin”, she whimpers
She pulls me down for a kiss
I’m kissing her when she cums
Her hand grips my hair tightly, moaning in my mouth
Just the feeling of her coming causes pure pleasure to run through me, making me cum as well
Pulling away from her lips, I moan in her neck, her arms going around me
“I love you”, she whispers
“I love you” I answer her back
I just lay there, on top of her, loving the feeling of being in her arms
This is everything I ever wanted since I was younger
Just a girl who loves me as much as I love her
And I’m so happy I found her
She’s my everything
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Prompt 18 - Pet
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“I don’t know what you mean.” Regulus’s fingers moved towards his wand.
“Reg, you forget I was there when you were with James at Hogwarts. I’ve also seen what Remus’s fists can do. Those bruises were perfect. Admit it, you basically just had a week’s holiday with your honey bun while we planned a fight.” Evan hadn’t even batted an eyelid. He looked so calm. Regulus was shitting himself.
“So? What are you going to do about it?” Regulus’s emotionless mask was firmly in place, but he could hear his heart pounding in his ears.
“Nothing,” Evan shrugged. “You saved Barty. If you’re going behind the Dark Lords’s back to hang out with a bunch of know order members, you must have a good reason why.”
“I really was captured. Sirius appeared when we were taking the supply house and ambushed us. He tied me up and took out the others.” He felt the need to explain. Evan was his oldest friend, and he’d always had a way of getting Regulus to spill his guts. “That mad Auror, Moody, tortured me for a while but gave up when I didn’t talk.”
“So they used Potter against you?” Evan interrupted. Regulus nodded.
“Yeah, him and Sirius.” He paused, debating on telling him the rest. “Dumbledore came to see me.”
“Shit Reg.” Evan gaped.
“He told me either I help them or they’d send me to Azkaban.”
“So what are you doing for them then?” Evan questioned.
“Information. They want to know who’s saying what and any major plans that come up. Are you going to give me away?” He had to as. He couldn’t leave without knowing if he was safe or not.
“No, Reg. I won’t say anything.” Evan sighed and dragged a hand through his hair as he mulled something over. “Contrary to popular belief, I don’t actually care about what Voldemort and that lot believe. I only got this thing,” He held up his left arm, letting his sleeve fall to reveal the snake and skull tattoo that matched Regulus’s own. “Because my father forced me. If I’d had a choice in the matter, I’d probably have taken Barty and Pan and gone to France or something.” He shrugged, not bothered at sharing the information that would sign his death warrant if Voldemort heard him. Regulus gave him a sad smile.
“Same here.” Evan snorted.
“Wow, our parents are dicks.” They both burst into laughter. “Are you getting immunity out of it if that side wins?” Evan asked, looking like he really wanted to know the answer.
“Yeah, if I give them enough good information,” Regulus told him truthfully.
“Do you think they’d do the same for me and Barty if I help you?” Evan shuffled nervously.
“I can ask. If I ask James, he’ll do everything he can.” He couldn’t quite believe that Evan had felt the way he did. That was the curse of the mark. Everyone was too scared to say what they really felt in case it got back to Voldemort. Because he’d just have them disposed of, he had plenty of followers to replace those he had killed.
They walked back through to Evans's bedroom, closer than they had been before, a new bond firmly formed.
They were greeted upon their return by a grumpy Barty and a mass of silver-blonde hair.
Pandora, Evan’s twin sister, was sitting on the bed next to Barty, patting him on the head like a disgruntled pet.
“Evan, she’s doing it again,” Barty complained as he tried to evade Pandora’s hand.
“Oh, don’t be silly, Barty. You love it when I pet you.” Pandora said, smiling happily at him. “Here, have a chocolate frog.” She passed him the treat. Barty appeared somewhat appeased. At least he didn’t complain again.
“What do you want, Pan?” Evan asked. She stood from the bed and floated over to them, her feet bare.
“Father wants to speak with you. Hi Reg,” She added as she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a kiss on his cheek. He could feel the oily residue left from her lipstick. There’d be a perfect lip mark on his face.
“Hello, Pandora. How are you?” He asked her politely. He tensed when she snuggled her head into his neck.
“Oh, you know, bored. You boys all get to go out and have fun, and I have to be the perfect Rosier princess and sit in my ivory tower.” She sighed dramatically.
“Oh, shut up, Pan, we all know you sneak you’re girlfriend in here all the time.” Evan teased his sister. Pandora winked at him and removed herself from Regulus’s neck.
“I’ll leave you alone. Goodbye, darling.” She waved at Barty and blew him a kiss before smiling wickedly at Evan as she left.
“I swear if she didn’t keep me in such a good supply of sweets, I’d find her very annoying.” Barty grumped as he licked melted chocolate from his fingers. “So, Reg.” He said, looking up at Regulus and sucking a final finger. “You a spy then or what?”
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How To Make A Net
Rotxo x Human! Y/n
If y’all havent noticed I love writing x human reader stuff, idk why, I just do. Please remember that this has smut in it and if it has smut, the characters are of age! And if for some reason I ever forget to mention it with the metkayina characters I Always make sure to express that they have tattoos somewhere
Unless stated otherwise, Pandora has breathable air for the human character. Reader is AFAB! This isn’t proofread at all so sorry for any mistakes I just wanted to post this to focus on another fic 😉😉
P in V, thigh riding, fingering, oral, lotsa stuffs
Word count: 6.1K
Noticing him was easy. He was kind, timid, but sweet. I would notice how he’d almost always drop his three younger sister off to their lessons before going off to do a bit of dive work or hunting on his own. He’d typically started providing for his family on an occasion since his fathers injury. He was always thinking about other people and constantly looking out for everyone. It made my heart race when he’d ask how everyone was- including me. Even if I was an outcast for the most part, due to being human, but he was nice enough to ask.
I sigh as I’d allowed myself to continue spacing, daydreaming was not on the schedule for today and I’d known that since waking up, but sometimes couldn’t stop myself whenever there was a small break. I sighed while picking up the basket of fruits I’d gathered for the party.
“How are you still on your second basket?” Kiri asks as she hands me another empty one.
“I’m human, Kiri,” I remind her and she shakes her head.
“You’d be on your fifth one by now. You always race with Spider, wheres your head at today?” She asks while grabbing two empty baskets from my pile- which was less than what anybody else would be assigned. Some days I’d go above and beyond and collect as much fruit as any other Metkayina, but they knew humans limits were below theirs and tried not to overwork us. She starts climbing the tree’s to collect more of their fruit, taking her hunting knife out of its holder, and rustling through the leaves.
“Why are you helping me, you have your own chores to-“
“I’ve finished them.” She comes down with a handful and fills up half the basket and I’m the slightest bit pissed that I couldn’t do that.
“How are you able to do that? I wish I had your body.” I start climbing up the tree next to hers. If we were being honest, I’m sluggish compared to Kiri, but if you compare me to any other human, I’m quick.
“My size helps, but your body is nothing to despise, Y/n.” Kiri smiles. I can see Rotxo coming from behind her with a net in his hands, no doubt coming to ask Kiri for help again. I can’t help but look down at his thighs. They had tattoo’s on them which was rare for the men to have as they usually had face and arm tattoo’s.
“Hey Kiri, could I ask for your help?” He’s so sweet when asking and patiently waits for her response.
“What’s wrong with it this time?” She asks as she places her hunting knife back in its holder, holding her hands out for him to show her.
Kiri was an amazing weaver, but was better at making blankets or even shawls, like the one she most often wears around her shoulders during the cool mornings, but she’s hit or miss with nets. Tuk is surprisingly very skilled but has no patience to weave one unless she wanted to, she has an affinity for making necklaces, armbands, and other jewelry. The armband I had was one she made for me when we still lived with the Omaticaya, she made a matching one for Spider.
I resist the urge to jealously roll my eyes and decide to let them have their privacy as I climb the tree, I have great balance and managed to pull the fruit from the tree, cut the stem to get it off, and climbed halfway down before tossing it into the basket making sure not to do it from too high as it could bruise and ruin the fruit.
“I’m telling you, it’s not worth salvaging if every few days another piece breaks off.” Kiri says as I head back up and I wanna punch the air so bad right now, but I refrained.
“Y/n, how are you still on your first chore?” Spider asks while taking one of the baskets that Kiri took from my stack and settling it on the bottom of another tree.
“Why is everyone commenting on my lack of effort today?” I grumble and toss the fruit I’d just cut and watch it hit the branch he was next to.
“I could have died!” Spider yells like the drama queen he is.
“Thats for wrapping my umbilical cord around my neck-“
“You always bring that shit up, I didn’t even know I was alive Y/n, let it go!” He bickers back.
“Well clearly you knew enough about assassination attempts, it’s a good thing you failed.” I huff and look up in time to see the same fruit I’d thrown at him hit the branch next to me. As it rolled down to the ground below, I could see both of the bruises we caused.
“Stop wasting fruit you two!” Kiri yells.
“Tell your whatever-you-are to knock it off.” I answer back.
“Tell your best friend she’s an idiot.” Spider bites back while moving on to another tree, basket already a third of the way full. Shit, everyone was faster than I was today, I might be coming down with something.
“You know he likes you right?” I ask Kiri waiting for Spider to be out of an earshot.
“Who are you talking about?” Kiri asks while rolling her eyes, but entertaining me with a smile.
“Both actually, but I was talking about Rotxo.” I stated while finally filling my third basket.
“No he doesn’t,” Kiri waves me off but I laugh a little.
“He comes to you every time his nets break, no one else.” I stated.
“That doesn’t mean he likes me-“
“He comes to you, only talks to you, he’s smitten with you,” I conclude and carry my basket over to where they were supposed to be dropped off. She follows me with her full basket and Spider is started to finish up his.
“Why don’t you make him one?” Kiri asks and I blush.
“I’m human, I can’t weave to Metkayina proportions, it would take me forever, and wouldn’t that be considered a courting gift?” I stated.
“Wait, what does you having to be a human have to do with anything?” She asks and I laugh.
“They don’t trust humans, why would they accept a gift from us? I’m surprised they let us handle food most days, but thats probably because someone is always watching us.” I stated.
“They trust you, you have proven yourselves.”
“Sure-“
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And here I was, sitting down in our marui, listening to Tuk’s instructions on weaving a net. The material was somewhat harsh on my fingers as I listened to her explain when to pull what and where. I finished off the fourth row and can already tell the squares were too small, meaning there’d be more of them than there should be, meaning I’d use up more of the material.
“What am I doing wrong Tuk?” I asked as I look up at her to see her looking out of the Marui and toward the splashing coming from the water below. I sigh quietly and want to kick myself in the head.
“I’m not sure,” Tuk shrugs and looks back at me.
“Alright, thats it, go on.” I shoo at her with my hands and she giddily stands up, turns around to leave but lets her shoulders fall and turns back around.
“But we need to make a net-“ She begins walking back but I place my hand on her chest stop her and she does.
“I forget to let you be a kid sometimes, I can ask you during another time when you’re actually wanting to make a net. Now go enjoy your free time before tonights party.” I reassure her and she nods, hugging me and lifting me as I stood on tippy toes.
“Thank you Y/n, I’ll be back!” She promises before heading on the walkway and diving off into the water from there. She scares me when she does that most days.
“I thought I heard you here,” Spider says while walking toward me and squatting next to me.
“What do you want?” I asked while untying the net I’d just failed at making.
“The rest of us are going to hang out at the spot if you wanted to come,” he offers and looks at the net I’d started unweaving. “Whats that you’re making?” He asks and I show him whats left of it.
“A failure. But it doesn’t matter, I can’t make it to the correct proportions. Also I can’t hang today, I’m on babysitting duty.”
“Tuk’s in good hands-“
“And Neytiri would skin me alive, Jake would give me a lecture, Kiri would side with her parents, and you’d stay silent.”
“What about Lo’ak?” He asks as if it was unfair I’d let him off the hook.
“Making out with Tsireya,” I let out a laugh and he does too.
“Did you wanna bring Tuk with?” He asks.
“No, she needs time to be with her friends, plus I need some time to think.” I admit.
“You sure?” He asks again and I laugh lightly.
“Go impress Kiri and leave me alone, monkey boy.”
“Fuck off-“ He hides his blush by looking away but I saw his smile. He stands and starts running off. “See you tonight!” He yells as he runs.
I sigh and wrap up the material I was using back into a rolled up ball before sighing, sitting at the opening of the marui with my legs crosses as I looked off at Tuk playing with some girls. Too far into my own thoughts to hear someone come up until I see teal skin. I look over towards the legs and my eyes roam up at familiar tattoo’d thighs, lingering on them before going back up to his face.
“I’m sorry, did you say something Rotxo?” I asked and offered a small smile.
“What are you doing here?” He asks as water drips from his hair and I’d failed to notice he was wet, he was probably in the water just now.
“I have to babysit Tuk until Neytiri or Jake come back, sorry I couldn’t hang out with you guys.” I apologize and he seems confused.
“I’m watching my sisters so I couldn’t hang out either.” He explains and sits next to me. I furrow my brows and hear the high pitched laughter and yelling coming from the water near us. I peer over and notice Tuk playing with his sisters and I feel embarrassed for not having noticed earlier.
“Your mind has been elsewhere all day, are you okay?” He asks and outstretches his hand to feel my forehead and my eyes widen at the gesture, my body getting rigid.
“Sorry-“ He immediately takes his hand away from my head as soon as he notices my facial expression change.
“N-no it’s fine, I just didn’t think you would want to touch me,” I stated and realize how bad it sounded after it came out of my mouth.
“Why would I be afraid to touch you? You are not ill, right?” He asks and I shake my head.
“No!” I want to slap myself for yelling. “I’m not sick, at least I don’t think I am.” I reassured him.
“Then why would I not want to touch you?” He asks again.
“Because I’m tawtute.” I responded honestly and the look that flashed through his eyes was indescribable, but was gone as soon as it came.
“I do not care that you are tawtute.” He smiles.
“You’re a nice friend, Rotxo.” His face falls after my statement and before I can ask him what was wrong, he speaks.
“What were you doing earlier?”
“Oh, before you came up here?” I asked and he nods. “I was asking Tuk to teach me to weave a net, but I was failing, so I untied it.” I explained, holding up the string I’d already untied to show him.
“I can show you,” He offers and the smile is plastered back on his face.
“I thought you couldn’t weave nets, isn’t that why you always go to Kiri when yours breaks?” I asked and his ears immediately flatten against his skull, his tail thumps a couple times, how cute!
“I have been learning to fix the same net, not to make a new one, but I can help you make a new one.” He explains and I nod.
“I don’t want to waste your time since you’re watching your sisters-“
“It’s okay, I can hear them from here. If they need any help they know to call to me and I’ll be there. And they haven’t done that yet.” He flickers his ears and I nod, slowly smiling.
“Show me how you do it.” He asks and I begin by doing everything Tuk has taught me, weaving the material around my fingers and once I pull it all together to tie off the first square, it becomes smaller than it needs to be. I sigh in frustration and show him, he’d taken to look over my shoulder as I did that.
“Oh I see what is- uh- how do I say this nicely.” He stops to think before looking back at my face.
“Just tell me, please.” I beg.
“Your four fingers are getting in the way, and when you get them caught on the string, it tugs the loop, making it smaller. You need to trust yourself and stop using the middle one so much.” He says and I furrow my brows, look at the palm of my hand, then face it toward him.
“I can’t remove them and how do I trust myself?” I asked and he gently places his pointer finger and thumb on the tip of my middle finger, grasping it, and gently tugging it.
“Stop using this one, Y/n.”
“Yes. But how?” I ask.
“Let me show you, may I?” He asks and holds his other hand out to take the string from me. I hand it to him as he unties the square I’d made.
“I can’t see what you’re doing unless I’m looking over your shoulder but you’re pretty tall and-“
“Come.” He states and grabs me by my waist, sitting me on his lap, my own thighs coming to contact with his muscular ones and I bite my lip at being this close in proximity to him. It felt hard to breathe.
“Just look at my fingers.” He states while talking me through the process and I felt myself shift uneasily in his lap but focused either way.
“Now you try,” He hands me the finished square he’d made and I begin to do the same movements I saw him do and struggle to keep my middle finger out of it but when I did, the square matches his and I gasp, bounce giddily, and turn to show him.
“I did it!” I exclaimed happily.
“I knew you could do it.” He smiles gently and I bounce from the happiness and feel his hands on my hips, I fight a blush and turn to look at him with a questioning gaze.
“Stop bouncing so much,” He groans and seems like he’s in pain. My face switches to worry.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“ And thats when I felt why he’d told me to stop. I can’t find any other place to look at except his face and his eyes were closed, as if he were ashamed for what transpired.
“Rotxo,” I place my hand on his cheek and he opens his eyes, but darts them the other way. “It’s okay, this happens with humans too.” I explained with a small smile.
“Do you want me to get off or stay here?” I ask and he glances back up at me, hands still on my hips, I’m unable to move unless he lets go. He doesn’t say anything so I try again.
“Okay, uhm, do you need help to make it go down or-“ His eyes find mine and I’m stuck staring at them. They were always such a beautiful hue like the ocean, but not, at the same time.
“Yes,” It was so low I almost missed him say it at all.
“Okay-“ I state again but his hands have yet to move from my hips and I can almost feel the permanent impression his hands were making on my body. “Do you want me to use my hands, my mouth, my feet?” I asked while thinking of the many different ways to jerk men off there was in porn.
“Feet?” He asks and I nod.
“Is that what you want?” I asked and he shakes his head.
“I can start with my hands,” I show him my palms as best I can with how he’s holding me and he nods sheepishly. He gently lets go of my hips and places his palm on the floor. I turn my body to face him and he looks at me in confusion.
I sit on his lap and face him again and his confusion is evident but very cute. I grab his hands again and place them on my hips.
“I’m going to kiss you, when you feel ready, move my hips over your- yeah.” I explain and he seems to understand, I grab his face in my hands and caress his cheeks, looking intensely into his eyes, then in to capture his lips in my own. I could hear him grunt and his fingers are grasping me tighter.
I moved my lips against his, the blush and heat consuming my face was unmistakable, but I continued moving my lips against his own before swiping my tongue on his bottom lip, he groans and moves my hips over his groin and I moan. With our mouths still connected, he caresses my bottom lip as he grinds me over himself, making me gasp, moving his tongue in. I could feel him searching around my mouth, fighting my tongue for the dominance I gave up easily.
“You feel so warm on me-“ He disconnects our mouths and places his forehead on mine while still grinding me on his penis.
“This feels so good-“ I pant and use my hands to squeeze his forearms to try gain some kind of balance on myself. My legs were spread over his thighs as he moved me and the angle was starting to rub my clit deliciously over his hardened member. He sneaks his nose into the crook of my neck and takes big huffing sniffs, this tickles my neck and causes goosebumps to take over, it also makes me moan loudly.
“Rotxo~” Unbeknownst to be I’d said that right in his ear and he grunts. “L-let me use m-my hands now-“ I panted, struggling to string the sentence along.
“I prefer you like this, saying my name like that. Say it again, Y/n.” He sounds demanding and it’s making me become a puddle.
“Rotxo, I don’t think I can- fuck,”
“You can fuck, you can definitely fuck.” He grunts and slides me off his lap. I whine at the loss but see him undo his loincloth, he manages to shift it off himself and staring back at me is an angry teal colored cock, the tip is a darker teal but I’m assuming it’s started to turn a darker shade due to the thrusting. The head is bulbous and thicker than the shaft but still relatively the same size. Theres no way I’d fit the entirety of that in my mouth but I lick my lips subconsciously at the sight.
My eyes nervously travel toward his and back down at his dick. I’m shocked at how big it is but get on my knee’s in front of him and reach over slowly. I grasp it gently, my entire fist wraps around but my fingers never meet, and I’m shocked, I bite my lip and look back at him to see him already staring at me.
“I-I’m going to move m-my hands now.” I stutter through my sentence and drag my hand up slowly, he’d produced enough precome for my hands to glide on him smoothly. I reach the head and I could feel my fingers separate further.
“Fuckin Hell you’re huge-“ I mutter in English, completely transfixed on the size, I couldn’t believe I was touching his dick.
“Thank you,” He mutters back in Na’Vi and I look back at him in shock.
“You’re welcome-“ I respond back in Na’Vi. I slide my hand back down his length and watch how seems to relax to my touch, but the second my hand is back on the tip I can see his body stiffen.
“Is the head sensitive?” I asked and he nods, I smile at the sight before me and pick up my pace. Making sure I pay extra attention to the head. He’s becoming more vocal and it’s making me wetter than when he was grinding on me. But I had to pay attention to his needs at the moment.
“I need to come-“ He grunts and I can tell he’s fighting the urge to.
“Its okay, Rotxo, you can come.” I mutter but he shakes his head.
“Need more-“ He whines and I somehow understand what he means.
I’d long since been using my two hands to twist around the head of his cock, one on top of the other, but I figured he wanted more, so I leant my head down to lick the tip of his cock, then using my tongue to graze the length before placing as much of the tip as I could in my mouth and when I came to catch my breath, he spurt his come on my chest.
“Thats a lot of come,” I mutter but still use my hands to continue pumping his length as he comes. Once he’s done I let go, his chest is heaving and I swear it’s doing something to me but I can’t indulge in this. I knew I’d caused this problem so I fixed it, I shouldn’t be greedy and expect the same treatment but I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about it.
“Come here,” He motions for me when he’s caught his breath and is sitting up again. He kisses me while placing his hands on my hips again. It wasn’t until I felt the cold air slapping my slick that I realized he’d taken the liberty of untying my loincloth and slid it off my body.
“Sit-“ He tells me as he lifts me up and sets me on his thigh. I could feel the goosebumps take over, but being turned on by his skin on my sensitive thighs that I moaned loudly, fuck I didn’t mean to.
“You’re very warm, Y/n.” He kisses my neck and glides me on his thigh, I’m ashamed to say watching him come made me wetter, but the trail I’d left on his thigh was embarrassing. He coo’s while lifting my chin up to look at him, the blush covering my face was unbelievable, and I knew because of how hot it had gotten.
“Did I make you this wet?” He asks but he doesn’t need an answer, but I nod anyway.
“You’re so cute when you are stunned, but I prefer if you called out my name like you did earlier.” He slides me back and the friction has me biting my lip, his thigh felt so nice rubbing in my clit.
“You know, I always catch you staring at my thighs,” He grumbles in my ear once I’m closer to him.
“Rotxo~” I moan in embarrassment and pleasure.
“Yeah, just like that.” He coo’s, gently sliding me by my hips, making sure to tilt them at an angle to continue rubbing on my sensitive nub.
“Please Rotxo,” I whine and he stops.
“Please what?” He asks teasingly.
“Use your hands,” I find it hard to tell him what I want, but thats exactly what he wanted me to say.
“Do you want to come too?” His breath fans on my neck and his voice is making me feel hotter.
“Yes,” I sounded breathy but he lays me down and switches his position quickly, bending in front of my pussy and he takes a whiff, my cheeks redden.
“You smell so good-“ He groans. He rests his palm on my mound, his fingers touching my lower belly, and his thumb dips down to rub slick over my clit and I sigh happily.
“You’re such a good girl Y/n,” He coo’s and I gasp at his words.
“I knew you liked praise, You’re doing so well on just my thumb alone, aren’t you?” He asks and I nod.
“Are you ready for my fingers?” He asks sweetly.
“Yes, rutxe,” I beg. He slides one in and I sigh happily as he pumps it in, filling me up.
“Look at you enjoying my hands, hmm.” He’s enjoying this as much as I was.
“Do you think you could finish quick?” He asks in a steady voice, but his ears were flickering. “I think the girls are done swimming.” He explains and my eyes widen.
“Don’t worry they’re still on the beach, but they won’t take l long to come here.”
It had taken me until now to realize he hadn’t stopped pumping his finger in me and I whine. He’s changed the angle of his fingers until I let out a low moan and he smiles happily to himself. He slides a second finger in and continues to abuse that spot.
“Rotxo, don’t stop!” I whisper yell at him as he continues to pump his fingers in.
“I don’t plan to, sweet girl, but I need you to come soon.” He smirks above me and I moan a little louder without meaning to.
“You’re taking my fingers well, little one. But I’m going to help you out,” He uses his other hand to rub my clit as he continues to pump his fingers.
“Oh fuck~” I whine, somehow managing to meet the thrusts of his fingers with my hips.
“Thats it sweet girl, come for me, come on my fingers.” He coo’s again and I’m a mess, but I come on his fingers, gripping them like a vice as he coaxes my orgasm out so sweetly. His fingers don’t stop until I’m spent, he brings them out of me and tastes them rather quickly, before fighting to place his loincloth on, I hazily stare at him as he does this and he rushes to put mine on. As soon as he sits me up and his hands come away from my waist is when I hear the footsteps coming on the walkway.
“-and thats how you make the first couple squares.” He states randomly and I look into his hand and see what we made of the net.
“Rotxo is teaching you instead!” Tuk exclaims as her face comes into view and I make an apologetic face.
“Sorry Tuk, he offered and I thought it would be nice to let you swim with your friends instead of bugging you,” I stand and my cum is spreading on my inner thighs
“Come on, I’m sure they have to get ready for tonight too,” Rotxo gathers his sisters and heads out. “We’ll see you guys later,” He smiles sweetly and waves.
“See you guys later!” Tuk happily yells after her friends.
“We’ll need to shower Tuk, lets grab our things.” I stated and she nods and grabs everything. Just as I turn I see Rotxo’s face peering over the entrance. I make a face and he waves me over with his hand, I walk over and he plants a kiss on my mouth.
“Thank you, Tiyawn, I’ll see you later to finish what we started.” He kisses me again and follows behind his sisters once more.
Finish what we started? But we already finished… I thought to myself but shook the thought out of my head and headed out with Tuk.
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The party started off with ritualistic singing, dancing, and a speech about what they were celebrating. It was nice to understand their rituals, some of the holidays the Omaticaya had were similar, but this one wasn’t. They’re partying to celebrate the warriors and tulkun that died during the humans attacks.
I sat back and observed everyone else dance and sing. Their songs consisted of mighty warriors who died in battle and thanking Eywa for allowing them to have someone so strong during that time. One song in particular had me in my feelings about the life cycle of the tulkun and becoming spirit brothers or sisters with the Metkayina being some kind of rite of passage for the children of the tulkun. I knew as Ronal sang it and her people join she couldn’t help the tears welling up in her eyes, but she smiled as she sang it, she really loved her.
“Why aren’t you joining the party?” I turn to see none other than Rotxo sit next to me.
“I don’t dance,” I stated simply.
“But you do dance,” He whispers in my ear and my face heats up at his comment.
“Come,” He stands, holding his hand out for me to grab, so I take it. He rushes off toward the wooded area on the island and walks further in.
“Where are we going?” I asked and he finally stops.
“To finish our dance from earlier today,” He teases and places his hands on my hips again, leaning down to capture my lips in his.
“Bit we did finish,” I stated confused.
“Yes, but not how I wanted,” He kisses down my neck and I could feel the tingles of my stomach start making their way down toward my clit.
“H-how did you w-want to f-inish,” I stutter as he sucks on my pulse point.
“Inside you,” He mutters and kneels down but picks me up as he kisses down my chest.
“Rotxo~” I moaned as he takes his time kissing down my chest.
“Yes?” He asks cockily and smirks. He sneaks a hand under my shirt and fondles my breast, making sure to gently roll my nipple between his fingers. I suck in a breath and involuntarily grind my cunt in his growing cock.
“Please, I need you,” I pant at the sensation and can’t bring myself to stop repeating it, his hands shift down to my hips and keeps moving me along him.
“You’re such a good girl Y/n, already so needy for me,” He asks and I moan in response, he thrusts back with his own hips and I let out a high pitched moan.
“Why don’t you use your words for me, hmm?” He’s tilting my chin so I look at him but I could tell my eyes were half lidded and it was hard to think coherently.
“Inside me, inside.” I repeat while focusing on his cock rubbing on my clit through our clothes. The friction of the soft loincloth over my clit was starting to become dull and unsatisfactory, my breath coming out labored.
“Thats all you had to say sweet girl.” Rotxo stops his ministrations and unties my loincloth with a flick of his fingers and unties his own. I’ve never been happier to see his thick cock again.
“I have to use my fingers so this doesn’t hurt, okay?” He asks and I nod my head. “Good girl, now lay down.” He instructs and I do so, making sure to lay on the soft grass underneath me.
“I’m going to worship you with my tongue, be as loud as you want to be, nobody will interrupt us here.” He states before placing his face down between my legs and oh my Eywa I could feel his tongue prodding around before concentrating on my clit and my body had a mind of its own as I felt my legs spreading on their own.
He gently caresses my sensitive thighs and I’m a mess, so much so I barely registered him inserting his finger while eating me out. He sloppily thrusts in as I beg him to insert the second one and he does. He pumps his fingers at the same angle as he did in the marui and I’m a whaling mess. Not forming any words just sounds.
“Yeah I like those sweet sounds you make for me.” Rotxo states while slipping his fingers out. I was close to an orgasm and wanted to look at him angrily but couldn’t contort my face to show him my emotions.
“I know, sweet girl, but I can fuck you dumb with my cock now.” He states and settles himself between my thighs. “The hardest part is starting, but it should feel better after, let me know if it’s too much for you and I’ll stop okay?” He asks and I nod my head. He pinches my thigh and it takes me out of my trance.
“I need you to let me know, princess, yes?” He asks and I nod again.
“Yes, sir.” I responded and he kisses my forehead after I verbally answered him.
He rubs the head of his cock in my slick and over my clit and I gasp at the feeling, its so warm, and huge. I can feel him stretching out my entrance with his cock and I whine at the feeling. It fucking hurts, but I don’t want him to stop, although I’m sure he could tell by the way I squeezed my legs on his sides.
“I know princess, I’m sorry, lemme help a bit.” He gently caresses my clit with his thumb, making sure to stop trying to thrust inward anymore, but refusing to pull out as well. I could feel the tingling return as he started rubbing my clit faster.
“Rotxo, faster, please-“ I pant as he continues rubbing my clit faster and I could feel the stretch commence again. It didn’t hurt as bad but the feeling of my fast approaching orgasm was stunted again.
“You’re so hot inside, makes me wonder how else I can take you,” Rotxo grunts while continuously rubbing my clit. “The hard part is over sweet girl.” He states and slides in a little faster than he had been earlier.
It doesn’t take long to feel his thighs on my ass as he fills me with his cock. And the sting of his head stretching me as he pulls out starts my orgasm timer over again. I was beginning to grow frustrated but knew it was impossible to form any words as long as he was rubbing my clit raw. But it didn’t take long for the pleasure to course through my body one he deliciously dragged his cock in the right way.
“Faster, please,” I begged and my eyes fluttered shut at the pleasure and he started thrusting faster in the same direction.
He was going at an incredibly fast pace, the feeling of his thumb on my clit was long gone as he wrapped his body around mine, not once faltering in his thrusts.
“Fuck! Ahh!” I yell and he’s grumbling praises in my neck, but hearing him talk how he was at this moment was the biggest turn on.
“I can feel you squeezing my cock like the dirty girl you are. So filthy, Yawne.” He groans and thrusts harder into me, making my walls crumble as I scream his name.
“Thats it baby, this pussy is mine.” He grunts.
“I’m gonna come~”
“Such a good girl Y/n,” He continues thrusting at the same pace. I can feel my walls flutter but not yet releasing my orgasm.
“Waiting for me, love?” He asks and I nod.
“Yes sir,” I subconsciously answer.
“Come with me,” He thrusts one more time and thats what tips me over the edge. My eyes had been closed for a long time but the white behind them was euphoric, it woke me up, yet made me drowsy at the same time.
“This’ll hurt a bit, my love, I’m sorry.” Rotxo says and starts to pull out but with the angle he was doing it in, I unexpectedly have my second orgasm, it ripples through my body as he slowly pulls out and I’m left contracting around nothing.
“I guess not,” He chuckles to himself while pushing my hair out of my face and my eyes flutter open, but they feel heavy.
“How was that?” He asks and kisses me gently. Lifting my body carefully to lay it on top of his.
“Incredible.”
“Now do you believe Kiri when she said I didn’t like her?” My face is red as a blush takes over. It doesn't take a genius to remember how well Na’Vi ears work, and although I said that comment within an earshot of Spider I forgot to account Rotxo.
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The Ginger Serpent
A/N: Archie's a serpent in this one shot.
They were watching Rebel Without a Cause at the Twilight Drive-In. It was the Drive-In’s closing night and almost everyone in town showed up as Y/N, his sister, and Kevin were sitting in the back of Kevin’s truck bed. Blankets all around and some to cover them as they watched, with Cheryl inviting herself in their little group as they watched James Dean on screen.
“That hair.” Kevin smiles.
“That jacket.” Y/N said in between bites of popcorn.
“Jason always adored the Drive-In.” Cheryl said. Kevin looks at Veronica and rolls his eyes. Behind them, the Southside Serpents were laughing and making a ruckus as Kevin snickers as he elbowed Y/N to get his attention to look at them. “Southside trash.”
“They’ve been doing that since the opening credits.” Veronica said.
Kevin turned his head towards them. “Shh!” They all shush hun back and throw cans at him that never reach. They’re still rowdy as Kevin looks at Y/N in defeat. They wouldn’t be quiet. Y/N’s had enough as he stands up and looks at the Serpents, locking eyes with a very good-looking ginger guy. “Hey! You know what happens to a snake when a heavy black boot steps on it? Shut the hell up, or you’ll find out the hard way.”
All around the Drive-In, the people applauded Y/N for finally saying what they were all thinking. Y/N bows like a gentleman. “Thank you.” He sits back down as the ginger eyes him as he smirks. Kevin looks at Y/N in disbelief. “I cannot believe you just threatened a gang-banger.”
“I’ve dealt with worse in the east village. I just hate when people disrespect my cinematic experience. Especially this one. It’s one of my favorites.” Y/N said.
It’s quiet until Veronica shakes the bucket of popcorn. “How about a refill, Hermanito?”
“Yeah, Y/N, how about a refill?” Cheryl smiles sweetly. “Cherry cola, as always.” He rolls his eyes as he gets off the truck bed as everyone scoots over one spot.
Y/N walks up to the concession stand and waits for his turn as he sets the bucket on the counter. “Can I get a refill?” The guy nods his head and takes the bucket as Y/N waits for him to come back. “And some gummy bears and a cherry cola and a regular one. Who am I trying to impress?” The guy gets all the things he’s asked for. “And can you put all this on Cheryl Blossom’s tab?” He nods his head as Y/N scoops up his treats and is about to walk away, when he almost runs into the ginger guy from the Serpents.
“Not so tough now, huh?” He asked Y/N. He’s about 5’11 with red hair and gorgeous brown eyes. He wore blue jeans and a red leather jacket to match his hair. He had a menacing and playful atmosphere around him. Y/N swallowed. “What? Am I supposed to be scared of you or something?”
“You do know what a Southside Serpent is, right?”
“And? You guys are like the watered-down versions of the Outsiders.” Y/N told him. “Now, may I go through, or are we going to have problems?” He tried to push past the taller male boy, but he grabbed his arm. “I have a better idea.” He basically dragged Y/N behind the concession stand towards the fence as he helped Y/N set his stuff down before he glared at Y/N. “You sure gotta smart mouth on ya, don’t ya?” He pushed him against the fence as Y/N looked at him.
“Yeah? And just what are you going to do about it?” Y/N asked him.
The ginger smirked before he leaned down and captured his lips into a kiss as Y/N was shocked as he let the redhead push him against the fence. They were grunting and panting as the taller male slammed Y/N gently against the metal of the fence. Y/N tangled his fingers inside the ginger’s head and messed it up as a small revenge as they broke apart for air. “I should go.”
“Something tells me you don’t want to, do you?” The redhead grins.
“I guess not.” Y/N told him.
“I’m Archie, by the way. Archie Andrews.”
“Y/N Lodge.”
“Lodge? Like Hiram Lodge?” Archie asked.
“Yeah, is that a problem?”
“No. Is this a problem?” He showed him his tattoo of a serpent.
“I won’t tell if you won’t?”
“Deal.”
They kissed again.
#x male reader#male reader insert#male x male#archie andrews#archie andrews x male reader#kj apa#KJ Apa x male reader#riverdale#southside serpents#AU#james dean
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Happy Holidays to @charliespringsleftconverse!! I had so much fun writing this fic for @acotargiftexchange and getting to know you better. You said you were having a bit of a rough year, and I hope this fic can help a tiny bit! Thank you for being so patient, I hope the wait will have been worth it. This fic will be divided into four chapters, with updates on Tuesdays!
Many months have passed since the end of the War, but not all wounds have healed. Repairs, both emotional and physical, are still underway. When Feyre finally finds a break in her schedule, she feels duty-bound to visit the one place she thought she’d never return to: her old village. With Rhys by her side, she takes a trip through old memories.
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Feyre stood before her wardrobe, blankly staring at the rows of garments before her.
Today was…more difficult than she had expected.
Her options blurred before her. So many pieces, the simplest of them finer than anything she had worn in poverty as a human. A bolt of fabric from the finest could have fed her family for months, back then.
She was only picking out clothes. It shouldn’t have been difficult.
Cauldron, what was wrong with her? She thought she had moved past this long ago. She had never mourned her human life to the extent that her sisters had. She didn’t miss that small village and all the misery that lingered there.
However, that didn’t mean her heart would let her abandon it. She still wanted to help.
The task looming before her should have been nothing to everything she had faced in her twenty-two years.
Hesitantly, she pulled out a navy tunic and brown fleece-lined jacket. On any other day, they would have been fine.
She shoved it back in the wardrobe.
It didn’t feel fine today.
In the back of her mind, she registered Rhys entering the room, returning from the kitchen with two cups of tea. She heard the soft clink as he set both teacups down on one of the nightstands.
Then he came up behind her, snaking a gentle arm around her waist. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the cuff tattoo on his forearm that lovingly matched hers. She stood still as he brushed a loose hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear. Even without the mental connection, he always seemed to have a sixth sense for when she was distressed.
“What are you thinking about, love?” He asked through the bond.
Feyre smiled a bit at that. He could have sifted through her thoughts straightaway if he wanted, but she appreciated how he asked instead.
“Just…nervous, I suppose. When we were in my village during the war, I felt like I didn’t really have the option not to go, with so many lives hanging in the balance. But now I do have a choice, and…it’s just overwhelming.”
Now that things were stable, and Velaris was back on its feet, Feyre had chiseled out a bit of time to visit the mortal lands. To help rebuild her old village and any surrounding ones that still needed help – for, despite all of Lucien’s work with Vassa and Jurian, and despite the many months that had passed since the war’s end, aid was still often slow to come to the slip of human territory south of the Spring Court.
Rhys pressed his thumb softly into her side, rubbing comforting circles over the sliver of bare skin while he thought for a moment.
“Nobody would blame you if you never wanted to go back there again. You know that. But you do, because you care, and that’s the important part. And when we’re out there today, I want you to remember something.”
“What’s that?”
“No one can make you small, darling. You are more than the insults the worst of them can throw at you.”
“After I’ve faced so many real monsters and gone to war, this shouldn’t feel so scary. The worst things awaiting us there are a bunch of prejudiced assholes.”
“Well, this is why you’re going, isn’t it? To prove them wrong?”
“I’m going because it’s the right thing to do. Proving them wrong…that’ll be a bonus.”
“And Rhys?” she said, out loud this time.
“Yes?”
“No matter how much you might want to, you have to promise not to incinerate the first person who’s rude to me.”
Rhys’s easy smile receded into a thin line. “Who said anything about incinerating?”
“Sometimes I don’t have to be in your mind to know what you’re thinking. I know you have self control, when you’re willing to exercise it. In the name of diplomacy.”
Rhys leaned in a bit closer, breath brushing against the shell of her ear. “Then you should also know that you’re the thing that unravels my self control most quickly.”
“Oh?”
She felt her toes curl as Rhys pressed his lips to her neck.
“Maybe you should demonstrate exactly how that happens,” she murmured.
Amongst other things, Rhys’s little…interruption to her dressing had certainly made the early morning go by quicker, at least.
By the time they were done, the tea was cold, and it was a good thing she had never dressed, because she would have had to do it all over again.
In the end, she picked a sturdy pair of boots and her favorite set of fleece-lined leathers to guard her against early spring’s slight chill in the mortal land. Why had she felt the need to wear human attire when she wasn’t one? She was part of the Night Court, and proud of it. And the villagers could be as proud and pigheaded as they wanted, but she wouldn’t let it hinder her.
Faerie-human relations had gotten far enough that they wouldn’t be chased out of the village with pitchforks, but there was still work to be done. Enough that Feyre had decided not to openly advertise who she and Rhys were, though it would be obvious to anyone who thought about it for a few moments. So Rhys would hide his wings, and they both would keep a damper on the full might of their magic.
They had a quiet breakfast, only interrupted by the occasional comment.
“Mor will be winnowing back in tonight, so she’ll be able to join us,” Rhys mentioned in between bites of toast.
“I can’t wait to see her again, there’s so much to catch up on,” she mused with a smile. It seemed like ages since she had seen Mor, and even longer than that since the whole family had gotten together.
“What time is everyone coming over?”
“I told them around 9. Nothing too extravagant, just good food with our family.”
The long day ahead of them was certainly daunting, but tonight, their whole family would be together again, after months of someone always travelling. The thought of it fortified her for the day ahead. Every year, their little circle seemed to grow bigger and bigger, and her heart only fuller along with it.
After finishing breakfast, they were ready to depart just after sunrise. Part of Feyre yearned to enjoy the morning by flying, but she knew that would take them far too long, and with her lack of experience, she wouldn’t be able to keep up with Rhys over the distance.
So, winnowing it was. Standing in the foyer of the house, she linked her arm with his, and they were off, soaring through the dark fabric of the world. Rhys was only a vague shape next to her, and though she had winnowed with him countless times before, she held on tight.
All too quickly, they arrived. Rhys landed them just outside the driveway to the old Archeron estate on the edge of town. Last week, she had written to the village heads, letting them know the Night Court would be sending aid. Not because she expected some kind of special greeting, but more to give the villagers – many of whom were still wary of faeries – a heads up.
Walking into town would help with that, too. It would be much less startling than the pair of them materializing out of thin air.
Feyre paused for a long moment, taking in her once-familiar surroundings. There was a warmth to the air that hadn’t been present in the farther north Velaris. Behind them stood the ruins of their old manor. Nobody had bothered to salvage or attempt repairs on it; who would, when there was no one left to care about it?
She hadn’t been back to it since those initial meetings after the war had ended. It had been cleaned up just enough to make sure there were usable chairs and no rusty nails poking out of any exposed boards.
All the same, she felt a pulse of regret as she made out the trampled remains of the garden Elain had once loved so dearly.
“Shall we?” Rhys asked, gently breaking her chain of thought.
She nodded, giving him a tight smile.
It was strange to be back in her village, to say the least.
As they approached the town center, memories of the times she had been here before felt like flipping through the pages of a dusty, ancient book.
A young child in the largest mansion in the town, on a hill that overlooked the whole city.
A starving girl, traumatized from the memory of her mother’s deathbed and her father’s leg, broken before her.
A love-struck human woman, returning to the village to see her family’s return to favor.
A newly-made faerie, desperately trying to change the tide of a war.
In some ways, the village itself had changed as much as she had. So little remained of what she remembered. Like the Archeron manor, many of the wealthiest estates had their lands pillaged, ornamental walls razed to the ground..
It had taken her far too long to come here. They could have done more good earlier on, but she couldn’t leave Velaris. Rhys, of course, never intended on stopping her as Tamlin once had, but he had tried to gently remind her that this wasn’t her responsibility.
But wasn’t it? She, along with the rest of the Inner Circle, had bargained with the Mortal Queens for their half of the book, and dragged anyone in range of her family’s home into this.
She had brought about the downfall of the Spring Court, she had left holes in the wall, she hadn’t nullified the Cauldron in time and allowed monsters from Prythian and Hybern alike to find their way in.
Hybern may have pillaged and burned, but she had helped open the door.
She hadn’t come sooner for two reasons:
The first was that repairs in the Night Court had to come first. The second was her own guilt. Helping here…it felt like a cheap way to make up for all the damage she had done, but she couldn’t think of another meaningful way to help.
She was more grateful than she could express that she wasn’t alone in this endeavor. Rhys had a mountain of things to be working on, and yet he had taken the day to come with her.
On the main road, they passed a gaggle of teenagers who stared at them both like they had two heads, their whispers plenty loud to her fae ears.
“…from the Night Court…”
“They say they want to help…”
“I’ve heard they’ll rip the skin from your bones.”
“You think Penalope found a faerie like that when she crossed the wall?”
Was that…admiration she heard in that last remark? Her mate certainly was handsome.
She briefly considered doing something possessive like snaking an arm around him or letting the damper off her magic to twine shadows around him…but that probably wouldn’t help her case.
She had no problem with strangers ogling her mate. Not when he was so clearly hers.
Besides, they weren’t trying to chase her with pitchforks. That was something.
Still, as they walked on, she felt more self-conscious than she cared to admit. It shouldn’t have mattered. She had defied the odds, broken curses and worlds and then stitched them back together again, but part of her was still that lost child, ignoring the sneers of her fellow villagers as she trudged out into the barren forest.
It had been rare for anyone to stop her, to express concern that a child was taking on that dangerous work. She had been younger than these teenagers, who looked like children to her, were. And when she had become fae…
She chased the memories out of her head as they walked into the village proper. Today wasn’t a market day, and the streets were mostly quiet. Here, most things had been rebuilt or were in the process. Nearly everything had been made of wood and hadn’t stood a chance when Hybern lit their matches.
“There aren’t any Children of the Blessed around,” Feyre murmured, noting the lack of their robes and jangling bracelets.
“Does that surprise you?”
“I suppose not. Hard to idolize us when you see up-close what faeries are capable of.”
Most of the noise came from the center of the town square, where four men were in the process of rebuilding the town pavilion.
Somehow, she wasn’t surprised that this was one of the last things being rebuilt. Obviously, people’s homes were much more vital, but the structure had rarely been used in her lifetime. For the common folk, it often seemed like there wasn’t much to celebrate.
Only one of the men, sawing a beam of wood, was facing their direction as they approached. He looked up suddenly, freezing as he took them in.
Fortifying herself, Feyre quickly bridged the last few paces between them, doing her best to look as nonthreatening as possible. The man still had a tight grip on his saw.
“We’ve come to help with repairs. Where can we be of the most use?” she asked, more confident than she felt.
The man’s ruddy face was vaguely familiar, likely someone she had crossed paths with during her years in the village. If he made out anything familiar in her features, he didn’t say.
He eyed the pair of them cautiously, taking in their inhuman features and the unfamiliar make of their clothes. She knew, because it was what she would have done, back in her village days.
“You’re the ones from the Night Court.”
Behind him, the other men had stopped their work, watching the exchange with tension coming off of them in waves . She didn’t need her daemati powers to know what they were thinking.
“Yes. My name is Feyre Archeron. This is my mate, Rhysand.”
Recognition clicked in his eyes at the mention of her last name.
“Yes…Remus said that there were faeries that wanted to help. With all due, I have to tell you that we have it handled.”
Feyre had been expecting this pushback – experienced it plenty of times in Velaris and the Spring Court.
“It seems like you could use any help you can get. You’ve made a lot of progress in town, but we passed by plenty of homes in our way in that are in disrepair. I know the continent hasn’t been sending the help you need.”
“Plenty of people in this village have had their lives and livelihood town apart by the fae. You expect them to welcome you in? My lady?” He tacked on at the last moment.
“I was once human. I understand their fear better than most,” she insisted.
The man paled slightly, and at first she thought it was because of her words. Then she realized that, at her side, Rhys had lifted the damper on his magic ever-so-slightly, a slightly threatening wave of shadows emanating off of him.
“Rhys!” she admonished down the bond. “You said you weren’t going to do that!”
“I said I wasn’t going to incinerate anyone, darling. Besides, I needed to let some magic out. You know how strenuous it is.”
“You won’t let me forget it. Poor, baby High Lord,” she scoffed.
Oblivious to their conversation, the man cleared his throat. “If you insist, there are some homes to the west that were hit hard. They could use help with repairs.”
“Thank you,” Rhys said, all politeness in his voice. “We’ll head there now.”
The man didn’t respond, instead simply turning back to bend over his sawhorse. It was a better reception than she had expected, honestly.
She turned to the winding, familiar path ahead of them, leading to the oldest part of the village.
“Ready?” she asked Rhys.
“Lead the way, darling.”
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See you next week for chapter two!
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Good Things Come In Threes
Happy day one of @nestaarcheronweek, everyone!
Summary: Nesta, Elain, and Feyre get matching tattoos.
Word Count: 2,040
Read on AO3 here!
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Nesta
When Feyre had suggested that the three Archerons get matching tattoos a few months ago, Nesta had initially been a little hesitant. She’d never gotten into tattoos the way Feyre had, and even though times were changing, she’d always been a little wary about getting something that would be noticed at work.
Surprising no one, Elain had been the one to convince Nesta to do it. It wouldn’t look right if only me and Feyre got one, she’d said. We’ll pick something little so you can cover it up at work if you want.
Nesta had caved under the combined weight of Elain and Feyre’s puppy dog eyes, and from there, their group chat had been about nothing but tattoos. Which parlors to go to, which artists had the best linework, and of course, what design they were actually going to get.
Feyre had been the one to find a design they all liked. It was a simple, cute tattoo – the moon, the sun, and a star, with a different symbol filled in on each sister’s wrist. It was quickly decided that the moon would be for Nesta, the sun for Elain, and the star for Feyre. After that, they’d just had to make the appointment, which had of course fallen to Nesta as the oldest sister.
Her sisters had sent plenty of suggestions, but she was the one making the actual phone calls. They’d gathered in Nesta’s apartment that day for their usual Sunday meal, the three of them lounging in the living room scrolling through Google and Yelp reviews and the tattoo parlor’s website before Nesta decided to just call the place and get it over with.
“You Gen Z kids and being on the phone,” Nesta had said, rolling her eyes as she dialed the tattoo parlor they’d decided to make an appointment with. Feyre had really liked one of their artist’s work, and although it was going to be a small tattoo, Nesta wanted the best they could find. It was permanent, so they needed to trust who they were working with.
“You’re literally born in 1995,” Feyre had muttered under her breath. “You’re just as Gen Z as I am, thank you very much.”
“Big talk from the 2000s baby,” Elain had teased back, sticking her tongue out at Feyre. She’d laughed as Feyre grabbed the nearest pillow and tossed it half-heartedly at her head. “What? It’s true!”
Nesta had quickly confirmed their tattoo appointment and pricing before sending a mock-glare Feyre’s way. “First of all, I’m a millennial, thank you very much. Second of all, stop throwing my pillows everywhere!”
That had resulted in a pillow fight that lasted for nearly ten minutes until Nesta and Elain had teamed up on Feyre to take her down, Elain holding Feyre down while Nesta relentlessly went for Feyre’s soft spots.
Now, they were finally in said tattoo parlor, waiting for their names to be called. Once Feyre and Elain finished filling out their paperwork, Nesta primly gathered all their clipboards and returned them to the guy working the front desk. He just told her their artist should be out shortly, so she said thanks and made her way back to where her sisters were sitting.
“You excited?” Feyre asked once Nesta sat back down next to her. “Scared? Nervous?”
“A little nervous,” Nesta admitted truthfully. She held up her hand and pinched her thumb and index fingers together, leaving as little space as possible between them to show how much. “But only a little.”
“It should be quick, if it makes you feel any better,” Elain offered.
Of course Elain was going to try and make her feel better. Nesta gave her a small smile before replying, “I know. I’ve just never gotten one before.”
Nesta had done plenty of research about the tattoo process before she’d agreed to get one, falling down many a Reddit hole as she learned everything she could. They’d decided to get their tattoos on their left wrists, which hopefully wouldn’t be too painful, but everything she’d seen online about how bad it would hurt had been wildly unhelpful. Nesta had tried to console herself by reminding herself that at least the aftercare process didn’t seem too bad, but she hated going into things without knowing exactly how they would play out.
“You can hold my hand if it makes you feel any better,” Feyre told her, smiling as she reached out to squeeze Nesta’s hand. “I’m an excellent hand holder.”
“Okay,” Nesta agreed, squeezing her sister’s hand back. They’d decided Nesta should be the one to go first, partly because she was the oldest and they wanted to do everything in birth order, but also because she was the most likely to chicken out of doing it. “I might take you up on that.”
They didn’t have much time to make conversation after that, since their tattoo artist came to get them shortly afterward. Tarquin was so genuinely warm and friendly that Nesta was immediately comfortable with him, and she was glad they’d picked him once they’d gotten through all the placement and stenciling. He didn’t have a single problem with answering any of their questions, nor did he complain once about having to redo Nesta’s stencil until she was satisfied with the placement.
“It’s going on your body,” Tarquin said with a shrug after he’d placed the stencil for the last time. “You can ask me to move it as many times as you need to.”
“I think it looks good here,” Nesta said back once she examined the stencil with a critical eye. It was perfectly down the middle of her wrist like she’d wanted, and although Tarquin had explained the tattoo would of course shift as she moved her hand, she felt pretty good about how it looked with her wrist completely relaxed. “Okay. Let’s keep going.”
“Great,” Tarquin replied. He started bustling around his little station as he got everything ready, and Nesta turned to her sisters for some extra reassurance. Elain flashed her a big smile and a thumbs up while Feyre reached for her phone to take a picture before everything became permanent.
After a few minutes, Tarquin came back over and laid out all his tools. Nesta was pleased to see he was wearing gloves and everything looked properly sterilized – at least from what she could tell, anyway – and she took a few deep breaths as he tilted her arm exactly where he wanted it.
“Ready?” Tarquin eventually asked, looking up at Nesta for confirmation.
Nesta reached out her right hand for Feyre to hold, immediately reassured when Feyre didn’t hesitate to grab it and squeeze down. “I’m ready.”
“Okay. Let me know if you need a break,” Tarquin told her. He turned on the tattoo gun and Nesta squeezed Feyre’s hand hard, taking another deep breath before the needle touched her skin. “How’s that?”
“It’s… okay,” Nesta answered slowly. It hurt, of course, but it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it would be. “It feels like cat scratches.”
“I’ve heard that one a lot for wrist tattoos,” Tarquin responded with a smile. He turned back to the tattoo and Elain picked up the slack in the conversation, ready to keep Nesta distracted for as long as necessary.
“Sooo,” Elain began. She moved her chair so she was a little closer to Nesta without getting in Tarquin’s way, pulling the fabric of her skirt closer to her body as she changed her position. “What are we doing for your birthday, Nesta? You never told us.”
“Uh…” Nesta replied, her mind going blank. The pain wasn’t overwhelming, but it was a little hard to think with a bunch of needles pressing into her skin. “We, um… I was thinking we could do brunch next weekend?”
“Next weekend?” Feyre asked curiously. “Do you have plans on your actual birthday that don’t include us or something?”
“I met a guy,” Nesta told them, looking away from the surprised looks on her sisters’ faces in favor of checking Tarquin’s progress. He’d finished tracing the outline of the moon and was now onto the sun, his linework just as impeccable as Feyre had said it would be as he traced the stencil. “Don’t be weird about it. Please.”
“No one’s being weird,” Feyre said, rolling her eyes. “It’s just – different.”
“What Feyre means to say,” Elain replied, shooting the evil eye at Feyre before turning back to Nesta, “is that we’re happy for you and we can’t wait to meet him. If it gets to that point.”
“Well if he’s taking her out for her birthday, it sounds like it might be at that point,” Feyre fired back.
“Is it?” Elain asked. “At that point?”
“Maybe,” Nesta answered. She really liked Cassian, with his gentle way of handling her even when he was trying to get a rise out of her, and part of her wanted to stay in their little honeymoon bubble instead of sharing him with everyone else. But a bigger part of her wanted her sisters to like him, so she decided telling them a little bit about him wouldn’t hurt anyone. “I met him at my kickboxing class a few months ago.”
“Months?” Feyre echoed, shocked. Nesta squeezed down on her hand in warning. “Woah. You must really like him.”
“I do,” Nesta agreed with a small smile.
Tarquin chose that moment to announce he was done with the tattoo, and they all looked down at Nesta’s wrist to appropriately ooh and ah. It was strange looking down at her wrist and seeing that small bit of ink on her pale skin, but Nesta decided she liked it a lot more than she’d thought she would.
From there, it didn’t take long to get done with Elain’s tattoo. Nesta swapped places with Feyre so she could hold Elain’s hand this time while Feyre scrolled through Cassian’s Instagram, shooting impressed looks Nesta’s way as she went further down the rabbit hole.
“He’s cute, Nesta,” Feyre said, approval lacing every word. “Does he have any brothers?”
“Actually,” Nesta said back, thinking back to all the things Cassian had told her about one of his brothers, “he does.”
“Say no more,” Feyre muttered under her breath. It didn’t take long for her to find Rhys’ Instagram account after some dedicated snooping, and she quickly switched over to her own phone so she could look through his life from her own account. “If this works out, I owe you one.”
“You’re welcome,” Nesta replied wryly. She turned her focus back to Elain and squeezed her smaller hand. “You doing okay, Lainey?”
“I’m okay,” Elain answered. Tarquin was filling in the sun on her wrist now, his motions steady and sure as he filled in the circle with black ink. “Trust me, watching you two has been more than entertaining enough.”
From there it was Feyre’s turn to sit in the chair, and Elain dutifully offered up her hand for Feyre to hold while Tarquin worked his magic. Feyre’s tattoo seemed to go by even faster than Elain’s, and in no time the three of them were done. They took a bunch of pictures to commemorate the moment before letting Tarquin run through his aftercare instructions, Nesta making sure to take notes so she could send them to her sisters before they went to the front to pay.
“I’m so glad we did this,” Feyre said excitedly as they left the parlor and headed toward Nesta’s car. “They look so good!”
“Me too,” Elain agreed. She slid into the passenger seat while Feyre took her place in the back, immediately rolling down the windows so they could enjoy the feel of the spring air on their skin. “Are you happy with it, Nesta?”
Nesta turned to look at her sisters with a smile. “Yeah. I am. Thanks for talking me into this.”
“Always,” Feyre replied, matching Nesta’s smile with a big one of her own. “Now let’s go get something to eat. I’m fucking starving.”
As Nesta made her way through her pizza and her sisters good-naturedly argued over whether pineapples belonged on it, she couldn’t help but think there was nowhere she’d rather be than here.
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╭₊˚ ๑︰Tegridy for the Soul
✧.* featuring: yn asking stan to take them to Tegridy Farms for some fresh herbs
✧.* tags: college au, drugs (weed)
✧.* Characters: stan marsh
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Come on, come on, come on. Gotta catch him before he’s gone.
Bursting through the doors of Garrison University, I didn’t slow as I rushed down the stairs and into the parking lot. I came to an abrupt stop on the curb, my upper body jolting backward when my legs didn’t move forward. My eyes scanned the parking lot for any sign of the beat up pick up truck with a discolored door and rusted bumper. Once it entered my gaze, my eyes widened.
Bingo.
My legs sprung into action, feet slapping the pavement as I sprinted towards the truck. I jumped forward as a car blazed past me towards the exit. I shouted an apology over my shoulder before turning back to the target.
“Stan! Wait up!” I shouted, waving my hands in the air for him to see.
I’d been trying to track down Stan Marsh for the past two weeks. We had a class together on Tuesday and Thursdays but by the time I finished packing my things away, he was gone. He’d told me that he drove home after class on those days to have dinner with his family, which is exactly where I needed to be.
I slowed to a stop beside Stan’s truck, placing a hand on the side as I caught my breath, “Stan…are you…going home?” I said between gasps of air. Stan looked down at me with a raised eyebrow, sharing a look with his sister who stood on the other side of the truck.
“Yeah. I usually go home after this class.” He said.
Perfect. Operation tegridy is a go.
After catching my breath, I straightened up and faced Stan. Shelley stared at us from the opposite side of the truck bed, tapping her fingers on the metal with a bored look on her face. Shelley had always been someone who scared me. She just seemed so intimidating whenever I hung out with the guys or passed her on campus.
I held up a hand to guard my mouth from her, “I have a secret favor to ask” I whispered to stan. Stan didn’t reciprocate the gesture.
“What do you want.” He asked, leaning onto the side of the truck as he spoke.
“Well,” I started, still covering my mouth, “I was hoping that maybe, possibly, I could hypothetically-” Stan cut me off with a sigh.
“Dude, just say it.” He rubbed a hand over his face, trying to force the sleepiness out of his eyes. I frowned, dropping the hand.
“I was just trying to lead with care but whatever. I was wondering if I could come with you to your house today?” I asked. A snort from Shelley drew my attention to the other side of the car. She was staring down at her phone but a quick glance up showed that she was definitely eavesdropping on this whole conversation.
Stan was no as sarcastically amused. In fact, he didn’t seem impressed by my kind request whatsoever.
“Why do you want to come to my family dinner.” He asked, arms crossing over his chest.
Fuck, I didn’t think I’d get this far.
I scrambled to find a response, mentally flipping through all the excuses I’ve used to get in or out of situations before.
“Because we’re best friends?” My voice lifted at the end as if it were a question. To balance the uncertainty in my voice, I put on my best “please do this for me” smile and hoped for the best.
“You told me yesterday that Butters was you ‘bestest friend forever’ and that you’re getting matching tattoos.” Stan retorted.
I FORGOT I SAID THAT! IMPROVISE! IMPROVISE!
“I just said that so he wouldn’t feel bad.” I said, clasping my hands at my chest, “You know how sensitive he is.” I turned my head to gesture towards Butters who was sitting at the bus stop with a granola bar and iced coffee in hand. He noticed my gaze and shook the granola bar hand in the air.
“Hey, yn!” He shouted across the parking lot.
I returned the wave and greeted him with a smile, immediately turning back to Stan, “See, I can't break that little guy’s heart.”
“Can we just cut to the chase, I’m tired and hungry.” Shelley complained, thumping a fist on the truck, “They want weed, Stan.” She grabbed her back and flung open the passenger door, lifting herself in and closing the door with a slam.
Well there goes that plan.
“Yeah, I want weed.” I quickly agreed, growing tired of my own persuasion. Maybe all I had to do was ask
Stan’s expression soured as he shifted his shoulder to face me.
“Are you fucking serious right now. You know how I feel about my dad growing that shit.” He said.
We need to save this. Plan B GO!
I began to talk quickly, moving my hands for emphasis as I spoke, “I’m not saying I support your dad. I’m not saying your dad is a good guy. If he were to walk into a room, I would find the closest exit through which to leave the room.” I paused, hands frozen in the outline of my fake room, “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to try the weed though.”
Stan and I stood there for a moment, sizing each other up. Me gauging how much Stan dislikes his father and him gauging how long I’ll bug him until I can get that tegridy special. Stan looked around the parking lot slowly, eyes moving but not looking at anything in particular, just moving as he thought.
Stan broke the silence as he stared at the statue of Dean Garrison, “Will you say all of that to his face.” He asked, giving me a sideways glance.
And we’re in.
“Oh absolutely.” I said, forcing my face to remain serious despite the mental celebration happening inside of my head, “I’d probably be a bit more brutal. Just to see if I can permanently damage his psyche a little bit.”
With a deep breath and a muttered phrase I couldn’t understand, Stan pushed off the side of the truck and faced me.
“You can come with me on one condition,” He held up a finger, “You need to ruin him.”
I nodded so fast I thought my head would fly off, “Of course. Consider it done.”
“The more brutal you are, the more weed you get.” Stan said, turning around and opening the driver’s seat.
“You’ve got backseat, dinner’s at 6.” He said over his shoulder before shutting the door.
The smile I’d been holding back cracked through my face, splitting into a wide grin. My body began to move in an awkward celebration dance with just a little bit too much elbow.
And THAT ladies and gents, is how you score some weed from you friend’s asshole father. I should do that more often-
“Are you coming or not?” Stan called from the driver’s side window, black hair pointing towards the ground as he leaned his head out.
“NO, NO I’m coming!” I responded, practically throwing myself into the back seat and pulling the seat belt over my chest.
Stan started the car, backing out of the spot before shifting into drive and beginning out journey to Tegridy Farms. Pulling out my phone, I sent a quick text to Craig, asking him for his opinions on Eric Cartman.
Randy Marsh has no idea that I’m about to ruin his god damn life.
I am going to get so much free weed out of this.
#okay I had so much fun writing this#mainly because i've been thinking about that weed for a month#corporatefrog#south park#south park x reader#stan sp#stan marsh
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Rant!!!!!
My stupid ass mother
THIS BITCH she texts me out of nowhere “did you get a new tattoo?”
Yes why
“You look trashy and your ruining your life. Change ur career, buy a house, never get a tattoo again, and focus on school.”
Huh
For literally ever I have wanted these tattoos, I’ve always wanted to be a baker too, there’s no way on this earth I’ll be able to buy a house by myself and not to mention I am great at school? Like I am one semester away from associates and a year away from bachelors.
I literally just decided to live instead of kill myself over getting a history degree that won’t earn me enough money to be alive (and have to deal with the mountain load of bullshit teachers deal with)
GRAH she’s crazy
One night she walked in on me dying my hair pink (the color faded) and she asked if I was going thru a midlife crisis….. I AM 23
Then she is insisting that I am going thru something emotionally, and that I need to go to therapy because the way I’m handling things is not normal????????
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN
I handle things so fucking normally! I slammed a door for the first time in 5 years the other day and it pulled me out of my anger cause it felt weird!? My employees bully me and yet I let it go and forget about it by the time I clock out? I go through something, I process, I feel, and then. I move on.
Like genuinely the amount of times this woman has assumed I’m suicidal….. why!??
Guys I’m actually gonna punch her (I could never hurt another human being)
Gawd she just makes me so baffled sometimes… and SHE HAS A TRASHY TATTOO
She got a $5 special in VEGAS with an artist she knew nothing about and she was drunk and her and her sister got matching ones.
She already wants it removed and has gotten it covered up…… PLEASE BE SERIOUS
How am I ur main concern maam? You cannot go a single day of seeing ur Husband with out screaming and fighting? Like why are you so focused on me?
Gawd she pisses me the fuck off
And my sisters are doing the same shit right now…. Please just leave me the fuck alone.
Some stranger on the internet will ‘save me’ from suicide or mental health things in general before any of them will ever even scratch the surface
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The Drone Ranger's Be Kind Rewind ⏪ ereardon Edition!
A rec reblog series dedicated to the fics that we love so much, we've re-read them!
Please enjoy @ereardon's Rewind! One of the biggest joys of this series is when someone pops into my inbox to ask if they can participate. Em was one of those people—thank you 🖤
While we continue to churn out amazing new content, let's be kind and rewind to look at some of the OG content we love! And don't forget to reblog when you re-read! Continue to show your comfort fics and favorite creators some love. It helps keep the fresh content coming :)
Let's keep this going throughout the summer, so if you're interested in participating in the Be Kind Rewind, message me. The more, the merrier!
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fics below the cut (listed in alphabetical order by title)
Frustrated, Bradley Bradshaw, @roosterforme
Em’s masterlist is literally a masterpiece (seriously go read all of her stuff), so this might seem like a random pick. But it’s the epitome of a slutty one shot for me. Sex in the bar bathroom? Check. Jealousy? Check. Rooster versus Hangman battle for masculinity? Check. If you want to be hot and bothered, this is it y’all.
Happy Little Accidents, Bob Floyd, @yanna-banana
Listen. If someone is gonna knock me up after a one night stand, I need it to be Bob Floyd. Not even kidding. A traditional trope takes on a life of its own with Bob and Zak, a match made in heaven! They’re sweet, they’re spicy, I mean it’s Bobby Floyd as a dad-to-be. What's not to love?
Killing Me Softly, Bob Floyd, @wkndwlff
We love a Bob x Reader x Jake triangle in this household. I also just fucking LOVE a Bob Floyd roommate trope and this story by Taylor has it all! Sweet fluff, angst, Bobby with tattoos?? Bob is down bad for her in this and I love that for him. A sweet read!
Sugar and Spice, Jake Seresin, @wombtotombx
This was the VERY FIRST Tumblr fic I ever read and what brought me into the TGM fandom, so thank you SB! I just love an enemies to lovers story, and Grace and Jake’s relationship is such a push and pull. It also helps that the author has really in-depth knowledge of the Navy, and I’ve learned so much reading their stories!
The Professor, Jake Seresin, @topguncortez
What’s a list like this without a fic from G?? Seriously, she hits it out of the park with this one. Slightly dark, definitely condescending, asshole Jake as a PROFESSOR? Fucking hell get me a fan, I’m sweating. But honestly, their relationship is equal parts spicy and angsty and entirely believable and I just love it so much. Plus, we get a little Rooster and Bob side character action.
Trouble in Paradise, Bradley Bradshaw, @sunlightmurdock
This fic absolutely haunts me, in the best possible way. From the smutty goodness to just the painful realizations throughout and the setting, I always find myself going back to this fic. It’s also one story that literally patrols my thoughts, like it just pops up out of the blue and I love that! Katie’s entire masterlist is my fucking drug so it’s no surprise that I love this story so much, but if you haven’t read this it is a MUST. Also the setting makes it a perfect summer read!
You Said You’d Grow Old With Me, Bradley Bradshaw, @blue-aconite
Don’t want to cry today? Too freaking bad. Fe is going to make you cry with this, and you’ll love her for it. Bradley x soulmate; I said what I said.
Creator's Own
The Off-Season, Jake Seresin
Jake and Meredith are just my favorite kind of duo. Both a little broken, both guarded, but too fucking attracted to each other to deny it for long. Also Meredith is the QUEEN of sass and snappy commentary (I aspire to be her). Add in a bit of an age and maturity gap (Jake is 29, Meredith is 23), a remote setting (Bar Harbor, Maine), and a dash of forbidden-ness (Meredith is the sister of Jake’s former college roommate) and you have a take on the classic roommates who hate each other trope but with nuance. But what will happen when the two inevitably fall for each other?
Tag list and friends: @petcr3 @desert-fern @Sagittarius-Lovewitch @mygyn @sweetwhispersofchaos @horseshoegirl @the-annoying-fan @dingochef @moon42flight @thecitysgraveyard @ereardon @roosterforme @cherrycola27 @galaxy-of-stories @taytaylala12 @malindacath @violyn20 @awildewit @potato-girl99981 @shanimallina87 @blue-aconite @djs8891 @linkpk88 @furiousladyking @daggerspare-standingby @princess76179 @jstarr86 @hecate-steps-on-me @darkheartcherry @soulmates8 @roosters-girl @dempy @roosterisdaddy36 @hangmanscoming @s-u-t @mavrellover91 @chicomonks @averyhotchner
A kind reminder, this is a 18+ blog. While not all stories in the recommendation list are 18+, please respect boundaries and do not interact unless you are 18 years of age or older.
#tgm be kind rewind#bradley rooster bradshaw#jake hangman seresin#jake seresin#rooster bradshaw#bradley bradshaw#top gun maverick#tgm#top gun#ereardon#bob floyd#robert bob floyd#robert floyd#bob fucks
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Tell me about 3, and also 24 is interesting :D
3. Biggest strength:
Hmmmm, I think my biggest strength would be my sheer determination/perseverance through god-awful situations; it doesn’t matter how long it may take to pick myself back up again, I seem to always do it (though I do seem to forget some pieces of myself :/)
24. Tattoos I want(I’m so sorry, I went on a bit of a tangent here but I don’t know how to stop once I start sometimes):
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEILOVETATTOOS!!!! AND I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS OF WHAT TO GETXD
I know I’m going to get a “matching” MLP tattoo with by best friend(we’re planning on getting our favorite pony’s cutie mark:3)
I want to get a Welcome Home tattoo as well,, don’t know of what quite yet but wh means so much to me and has helped me get through a lot and got me back into drawing(also want to get a matching one with the same bestie mentioned above<3)
I want to get a “Momento Mori” tattoo in reference to Unus Annus(as that, too, meant a lot to me and still does)(and I will gladly gush about it with anyone who’d want to hear) and I already have a design:
⬆️it’s the handwringing of all the people who are close to me and my life
Last one, promise, I want to extend an already-existing tattoo of mine(my first actually:)) to wrap around my whole arm:
⬆️I want a little scene of various flowers and bees/other insects(I’ve thought about incorporating the Kocho sisters’ butterflies from Demon Slayer in there)(maybe I could also incorporate an wh bug????)
#answered asks#send me asks if you want#ask game#would this be considered an ask game??? a numbered ask game??#i need to stop saying ask/asks its starting to sound like a fake word#also!#sorry i didnt do tags on the previous asks#didnt really think about it:P
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i am made up entirely of pieces of other people.
i survive on the memories of them, and they keep me whole.
i remember my childhood friend, who looked at me and smiled, and when i asked her why she was smiling she said, “because you’re my friend.” i make sure to look at my friends with love in my eyes now, and i smile and thank them for existing.
i’m a confident public speaker because i channel my best friend of six years, who taught me to relax and be more carefree. i still speak with some of the same patterns and cadence she uses, especially when i’m talking to her, and i use the same brand of hair dye she uses because her hair always looks so good. i started reading percy jackson in sixth grade because i had a crush on her in middle school and i wanted something we could bond over.
i calm myself down when i’m upset by breathing deeply the way my friend taught me when i was crying too hard to speak, and he coached me through it until i could get my words out.
i started listening to adrienne lenker because the girl i’ve been friends with since first grade likes her. i think of her when i hear “rhiannon” by fleetwood mac because her cover of it is still ingrained in my heart.
we don’t speak anymore, but the girl i was in a situationship with gave me a recipe that i still have and will probably use.
the day we met, me and my friend won matching stuffed animals from a claw machine at an arcade we went to. it sits on a shelf above my desk.
i think of my childhood best friend when i hear someone talk in their sleep.
we send each other every cat video we see on insta because when we were supposed to help take down the set of my last high school musical, we sat on the edge of the stage and ate hi-chews and watched all the cat reels on his fyp.
for months i did my eyeliner the way one of my best friends does.
i started listening to reneé rapp because my cousin said i would like her.
i love the mole on my cheek because the girl who went through the drive-thru of the starbucks i used to work at had one that exactly mirrored it, and she said we must have been sisters in a past life because neither of us have ever seen anyone else with our moles.
i trace the butterfly tattoo on my bicep because that’s what one of my best friends does whenever she sees it.
i think of the girl i’ve known since sophomore year when i hear “silver springs” by fleetwood mac, because it’s always her answer when i ask her for her song of the day.
when my dad took me to one voice lesson a couple years ago, he sat in the other room and i ended the session with “i don’t know how to love him” because he loves jesus christ superstar.
i sing “stick season” to myself because the freshman girl i became friends with this year likes the way it sounds in my voice.
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What would you recommend to an aspiring Celticist for a tattoo? My sister wants to get matching Celtic tattoos, and while I’ve started to study Celtic mythology, I’m definitely no expert lol. I know a lot of symbols you’d find on the internet are bullshit, and a lot of the real ones have a ton of baggage associated with them (literally the first thing I told my sis when she brought this up was that we had to be careful & do our research when picking these out bcs the nazis looove that shit). But what would you recommend? Is there anything we should definitely steer clear of? Thanks!!
I'm going to either be really helpful or really non-helpful: A lot of this will depend on you and your sister.
Like, for me, when I've thought of Celtic-inspired tattoos, they're always things that are very personal to me. Like, for example, Bres' name in Ogham on my wrist, since it's always been him and me surviving this together, the Children of Lir, because that's a personal good luck symbol (yes, the most notoriously UNLUCKY story in the Mythological Cycle -- I have a Children of Lir necklace that I wore when I was giving my Capstone Presentation in my undergrad, and I've worn it to every talk I've ever given, even to my interview with my current program), an image of an owl (for Blodeuedd) or something like the Pictish Beast, since I love marine animals and waterhorses in the folkloric tradition. So, I'd look at what appeals to you and your sister, your relationship, shared interests, etc.
There's only one Celtic image that's formally been designated as being a potential white supremacist symbol by the anti-defamation league, and that is the Celtic Cross.
This is the image that most white supremacists will use, you'll notice that it has very short ends.
This is the more traditional Celtic cross -- you'll see these in just about every single tourist shop in Ireland, as well as in cemeteries. I'd be lying if I said that I don't still feel a bit of a jolt whenever I see the regular one in a tattoo; it shouldn't, because it's an image that is emblematic of Irishness and Irish heritage. And I don't feel that way about, say, a necklace, but a tattoo is much more different to me. It's permanent, it's...intimate. So I would suggest staying away from either version, even though the one at the bottom is NOT the one that has been appropriated by white supremacists.
I also tend to be distrustful of people who have like....mixed Celtic and Nordic symbols. Like, the Vikings did settle in Ireland, some Irish words are based in Norse terms, Cork, Dublin, and Waterford are Viking cities originally, there are a lot of folktales in common between Ireland and Norway, there are historic links there. That being said, anyone who treats them as being interchangeable (the term "Nordic-Celtic" makes me shudder whenever I see it in an organization's name and, no, I do not give a single fuck if you say that you aren't THAT kind of Nordic Celtic) raises my fight or flight response. Like, they're both part of this implicit idea of White Warrior Male Culture. But that's not a problem unless you're getting multiple tattoos. (Tbh, if I see a random Celtic knot on someone...I might think 'white supremacist' or I might think 'Irish American', it depends on everything else.)
...also a Celtic knot world tree symbol. Not because they're white supremacist, but because it isn't really based strongly in the Irish tradition.
Quite a few people in the field will get ogham tattoos, especially in Modern or Old Irish, possibly using a word or phrase that's important to them. One friend of mine has one that is a phrase that is related to their health problems and reflects their fortitude. You might get an image based on a particular story (I might actually choose the Children of Lir, just because, everything else about it aside...it does contain a really strong sibling relationship.)
Basically: Why do you want a Celtic-inspired tattoo (from any of the various Celtic cultures?) What are you interested in? What speaks to you as people?
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For Bryn and Bailey:
What’s a hobby they would wanna try but haven’t for whatever reason?
Do they bite their tongue/inside of their mouth often?
What is their favorite frozen treat? (Snow cones, ice cream, popsicles, etc.)
What is their sleepwear like? (Nothing, t shirt shorts/pants, matching sets, etc.)
Pick two songs: one for the beginning of their story and one for the conclusion.
What is their worst nickname? What is their favorite?
Do they match their socks or just out whatever on?
If they had to turn into an animal what animal would it be?
What is their comfort movie/show?
How many blankets do they sleep with?
Do they have middle names? If so, do they hate them or like them? Would they not like being called by their middle name?
If they had a tumblr blog what would their username be and what would they blog about?
What is a part of you that you put into your oc?
What’s something you hope people notice about your oc?
Left, right, or ambidextrous?
What is something that inspires them?
Would they want a tattoo? If so, what would they get?
How do they feel about hats? (I have a vendetta against hats. They make my ears poke out.)
How is your character perceived by others? How true is that perception?
I hope these are okay. They were fun to think up! If it’s to many just pick and choose which ones you wanna answer!
And if this wasn’t enough I’ve got a longer list I use for my own ocs I can send!
Bryn would love to do jewelry making but she already works a lot with her hands and just doesn't have the time. Bailey would love to learn any instrument but her family never had the resources to let her learn. Don't worry, the second Nik and Price find out about this they're doing everything in their power to help her reach this.
Bryn doesn't chew on the inside of her mouth or anything, just mostly purses her lips. Bailey is constantly chewing on the inside of her mouth.
Bryn is a big fan of those fruit popsicles. Bailey loves most cold sweet treats, but her favorites are mint chocolate ice cream and Snickers ice cream bars.
Bryn often sleeps in shorts and a shirt, but sometimes just forgoes putting any bottoms on. Bailey is wearing those fuzzy themed pajama pants and old shirts that were hand-me-downs from her older sisters
I'm honestly gonna come back to the song thing. I can't think of any right now and I don't have the capacity for it atm. I really want to do it but I just can't get brain to do it
Bryn's worst nickname might be Cherub, which is a play on her callsign "Angel". Bailey's worst one is Bales, which is a play on shortening her name to Bailes, and then saying "hey" in front of it. So like, hay bales instead of "Hey, Bailes".
Bryn is chronically bad at never folding her socks and just picking whichever ones are close enough in style/shape to work. Bailey must have matching socks. She cannot function if she doesn't have matching socks.
Bryn might decide to be something like a horse or a deer. Something majestic in that area. Bailey would love to be a cat.
Bryn's comfort show is admittedly Friends. She knows its a bit overrated and stuff, but she still finds so much comfort in it. It always makes her laugh and it just feels good. Bailey's comfort movie is Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron, but secretly, her comfort show is Crashbox. She grew up watching it with her siblings at her grandparents' house and she just would cry if she got to watch it again. (if anyone knows what Crashbox is I am platonically kissing you rn)
Bryn does have a middle name: Alice. It's after her grandmother and let me just say, she'll kill you if you call her Alice. It's one thing most people don't know about her, even if they've known her for years. Bailey's middle name is Rene, and she's okay with it. She'd prefer if you didn't use it, as it's the same as her mother, and she just gets emotional hearing it.
Bryn's tumblr would be something like "guardianangelthings" and she would be a medical related things blog. Just kind of give a lot of medical tips, lots of advice for things, and then lots of stories about things she experiences as both a combat medic and a doctor. Bailey's tumblr would probably be "grayseesincolor" and it's a blog based solely on photos. She reblogs a lot of photos of animals of all kinds, nature, people being people. Sometimes she includes photos she's taken. The whole point is like "here are things that made me happy so I'm sharing it"
Bryn is my gentleness, my desire to help and care for others. Bailey got all my autistic traits.
I hope people notice that Bryn will squint her eyes when she smiles, exactly like I do (just putting everything into that smile, it's why I get complimented on my smile so much). For Bailey, I hope people notice that she's unashamedly autistic. Part of the reason I made her autistic like me is cause I want her to be living a life that isn't like mine, where she was never made to feel like she needed to "hide" the autism.
Bryn is a bit ambidextrous by having trained herself. She's a medic and in the military, so she felt the need to be able to do things with her nondominant hand. She's technically right handed. Bailey is very right handed.
Something that inspires Bryn is when she sees recovered patients and they can show off how far they've come. Bailey is inspired by the hard-working, dedicated people that suddenly surround her life (the 141 boys and Laswell).
Bryn would want small angel wings on her back. She thinks it'd be funny/cute. Bailey hasn't thought much about tattoos, and isn't sure she would ever want one.
Bryn is okay with hats, but she's still a bit particular. Bailey either loves hats or hates them and it literally depends solely on her mood.
Um idk? I think Bailey is perceived as precious and sweet and that is exactly how she should be perceived.
#fucking love all of these#might want more to do during my lunch break tomorrow/after work so i have something to look forward to#cod ocs#cod oc bryn campbell#cod oc bailey#bryn campbell#bailey gray#self insert oc#snootles's askbox#snootles answers
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Anything new lately? How are you?
ahh !!!
so like in life, nothing has really changed. my sister is back home for now and it’s been good hanging out with her. feel like i’ve really been bonding with my sisters this past year and it’s been nice.
i did, however, go to a Lights concert (my 7th or 8th one i think) and i held her hand (again) and it was amazing but what was even more amazing is that i dressed in a STATEMENT outfit (will post pics) and it was revealing and it was HOT and i felt GOOD and i got so hyped up by everyone even my MOM who only scolded me bc apparently i shouldn’t have been wearing any underwear with the pants i was wearing 💀💀 (pls mom they matched my top it was a good look (you’ll see)) and my friend & i went to a taphouse beforehand and got a couple drinks (i haven’t drank with anyone in SO LONG) and i got a little tipsy and we laughed SO much and it was healing and then i got two more drinks at the concert so i was feeling GOOD and i initiated conversation with this group of girls beside us and we mingled groups and i was so confident and talkative and flirty like oh my fuck i told them i was in my slut era and then my mom said she’s in hers too 💀 which they all loved and two of them at one point ran their nails across my scalp and the back of my neck and when i tell you i melted. jfc. in the middle of the club in a crowd at a concert. pls. and then i asked if anyone liked hugs bc i need a hug and this very tall hot woman volunteered and she held me dude. she fucking held me for a solid couple minutes and it was amazing. and then i hugged my sister and it made her emosh bc i don’t do that. there’s more to the night but oh my god it was just so fucking good. one of my favourite nights for sure. and the best part is i DON’T REGRET IT!! i almost always regret everything i do/say after i drink not bc i do anything bad it’s just that it makes my social anxiety fuck off so i’m more outgoing and vocal than usual. but nah, i was who i want to be. i’m growing.
i have TRAVEL PLANS !! my wifey is coming to visit at the end of next month and we’re gonna road trip!! gonna be so good i’ve been wanting to do this particular trip with her forever. then the rest of the plans are still up in the air but i’ll be going back to europe in the summer, and MAYBE in spring for a big tattoo but i’m thinking of postponing that til at least next year.
might move in w my mom spring-summer and start horseback riding again but that’s so complicated bc i’ve gotta take care of my sisters animals while she’s at work hhhh
i joined a warrior nun discord and have been making friends on there and it’s been sooo nice. i like actually have people to talk to. + the warrior nun fight is going so well and i love actually being an active part of the fight. y’all go watch warrior nun i s2g
idk like not a lot is currently happening but my mental state has been SO good since the beginning of the year. i think i was so burnt out for so long i needed last year to just.. lay down and do nothing. and it sucked, but i feel a lot better now. i feel motivated and i really wanna figure life stuff out. it’s hard bc it’s not all up to me but i’m working on it.
tomorrow is my birthday and instead of sulking away alone in my room i’m actually going out and bringing my friend with me and going to buy myself little birthday treats and getting tattoos and i reached out to people i haven’t seen in a long time and they’re hopefully joining me for board games and it’s just nice. the fact that i’m allowing myself to be happy on my birthday, to try and let myself feel worthy of others’ attention and time, to not beat myself up about wasting another year, so actually want to be seen. i think it says a lot about my mental state and i don’t remember the last time i’ve felt like this for longer than 10 minutes before the guilt sets in
so yeah. i’m good. i’m really good. or at least i’m starting to be <3
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