#how you gon come on MY post and try to tell me what to say

[iwanty0uu]

How would aot boys react to reader saying she want a break and goes to sleep on the couch

Ony :

- “Baby girl what’s the matter?” He asked as he wrapped his hands around you, nuzzling into your warm body on his bed, his dark features enhanced by the blue light of your phone. You didn’t respond which earned a poke in the hip from him. “ You dont wanna talk t’me? What i do?” You hummed in response, scrolling through his following and his liked posts, all the girls that you felt looked better than you.. the insecurity started to get to your head. “Hey Ony..I think we should take a..you know..brea-” You heard the bed creak beneath you as he straightened himself up. “Y/n.. don’t play with me. You not deadass. How you finna be upset with me and not tell me what I did so we could fix it?” He said, his tone changing in frustration and confusion, but internally, he was afraid.. “Ony I dont wanna agrue nd I can tell Im just gonna make this worse.. I’ll sleep on the couch for tonight” You mumbled softly. “Like hell you will, the fuck. You gon talk to me whether u like it or not and if i gotta read your notes app to figure out who or what the fuck got in my baby’s head I will.” He grabbed your face peppering it with butterfly kisses.

• “We’ll figure it out together girl”…

Armin :

Armin was very observant, so when he noticed your distance, he panicked and it bothered him for days. “Love?” He asked from the living room, slowly entering making sure not to invade your space. You looked up in response turning your phone off to give your boyfriend your full attention. “ I got your text.. about, you sleeping on the couch tonight and stuff, n I don’t know if this is because mood swings or if its something that I did or if its something that you’re upset with me about not saying that I have to be the center of your life and emotions and everything because I know that you work really hard in school and-” He paused abruptly collecting his thoughts. He averted his eyes from your now concerned gaze. You never knew it would affect him this much. “What I’m trying to say is.. I got you chic-fil-a and a new blanket to make you feel better.. and hopefully we can watch a movie and talk about it?

• “I’ll give you your space but I’m only a call from our bedroom away okay?”…

Connie :

The ping of the basketballs in the gym echoed in your ears. You watched as your boyfriend got a little too friendly with his personal trainer who you weren’t jealous of, but you simply weren’t fond of her. Who would want their man getting touched up on by a girl for lord knows how long.. but Connie assured you that the only reason she’s here is because his usual trainer broke his arm and in three weeks, he’ll be healed enough to get back in action.He wanted to ask if you wanted to join him for the day but your energy was low so he let you be.. All was well until you were facing the window in the car, being less talkative than usual. The sun retired for the day and the sky was dark, “I’m gonna sleep on the couch tonight”… “ No ur not..”… “You cant tell me what to do..”…. “ k .”

11:04 pm

You felt a sudden jerk, which made you open your eyes skightly, and a pair of hazel eyes met yours.“Hope you got all the space you needed girly..you wont see her training me again tomorrow, she was annoying anyways..”

• His plump lips met your temple as you nustled into his neck, “night”…

Jean :

You never knew when to stop playin. You set up your phone in the kitchen to record your boyfriend’s to your little “prank”.

8:15 pm- jean comes home

8:30- jean showers after greeting you

9:25- jean lays on couch

9:28- “Jean baby.. I’m gonna sleep here tonight..I need some space..”

9:30- “Back in my day, when the women needed space, they’d sleep with the oxen and mules..so”

You stared blankly at his unfunny joke, walking into the kitchen keeping deadpan eye contact, revealing your phone. “It was a prank fucking old ass man.”

• “Oh aii…”

HOPE YA LIKED IT- 𝓵𝓮𝓵𝓮 <3

[softspiderling]

think you're a genius (you drive me up the wall) | r.c.

summary: it wouldn't be an outer banks party if there wasn't at least one fist fight. also, rafe is trying to turn over a new leaf.

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

word count: 3,8k

warning: mention of blood, violence (reader gets punched in the face, but there are no graphic details), shitty topper (sorry top)

author's note: long awaited (at least by me) rafe fic, whoop whoop!!! no usage of Y/N, happy reading, don't forget to reblog!!! also tagging @sunderlust bc i borrowed some of our conversation in this fic😘love you sol

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“Since when do you drink beer?”

Barely pausing at the words, you continued to stack cold beer cans in your arms, the condensation dripping onto your skin. You didn’t have to turn around to know who the voice belonged to, having heard it so many times. And this was his house after all.

“Wasn’t aware you kept track of my drink of choice,” you retorted, turning around to face him, while simultaneously trying to balance the cans.

Rafe raised an eyebrow at you before his gaze lowered to the beer in your arms. “… You trying to tell me that all that beer’s for you?”

“You calling me a lightweight?”

The corner of Rafe’s mouth ticked up and he took a sip from his drink, the ice clinking in the glass.

“I think we both know I’m not.”

If someone had told you that one day you’d be standing in the parlor of Tannyhill, having a mostly civil conversation with Rafe you’d have them institutionalized. But things have changed. When Sarah returned with the news that Ward has died protecting Sarah, Rafe imploded at first. Blaming her for his death, the downfall of their family and generally being ungrateful for Ward’s love for her.

Everyone avoided the Cameron estate for a while, hearing stuff crash and yells from a mile away. No one dared to step close. A few days after, the disturbances stopped, being replaced with complete silence.

It was so silent, you actually grew concerned until Rafe turned up at Heyward’s setting up a weekly grocery delivery. Pope had dumped the stuff he was holding as soon as Rafe had stepped into the store, storming outside, with Cleo hot on his heels, leaving you to set up the standing order.

“Can you tell Sarah I’m sorry?”

“What?”

You looked up from the register and Rafe clenched his jaw, giving you a look.

“You really gon’ make me say it again?”

“How about you call her yourself instead of making me deliver your message like a post boy?”

Rafe exhaled deeply, knitting his eyebrows together like he was really trying not to explode and honestly, you had to respect him for that. You know how impatient he could be.

“I tried, okay? Don’t you think I’ve tried? I��ve tried to call her, she’s not picking up. Fuck, I don’t even know if she still has the same phone number,” he said, like the words physically pained him. “I don’t even know where she’s staying. Is it at John B’s new place?”

Somewhere between his words, Rafe had started pacing up and down the stairs, making you antsy.

“Hey,” you said, coming around to slowly, carefully - like you were trying to pet a stray cat - curl your hand around his wrist. Rafe immediately stopped, eyeing his wrist where you were touching him.

“Sorry, I’ll take my hand off,” you quickly said, but before you could, Rafe stopped you.

“’s fine,” he muttered, meeting your eyes for a second before looking away again. “Physical touch grounds me… Y’know… When my thoughts get too… Much.”

You swallowed thickly, nodding at him and staying in place, for god knew how long, until Rafe had seemed to calm down.

“Thanks.”

“Sure.”

You drew your hand back, crossing your arms over your chest and leaned against the counter to put some distance between you and him, wildly overwhelmed with this situation. Rafe didn’t seem like he knew what to do either, turning his ring on his finger, his eyes cast on the floor.

“If you really want to apologize to Sarah,” you started, making him look up. “Maybe I can talk to her. Ask her if she’s willing to meet up with you.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow at you, clearly surprised. “You’d do that for me?”

“Don’t let it get to your head. I’m mostly doing it for Sarah,” you scoffed and Rafe only smirked, shaking his head.

“Sure, tough girl. Gonna ring me up now or what?”

Rolling your eyes at him, you returned to the cash register, finishing up his order. You still felt his eyes on you as you worked away.

“Thanks,” he finally said, and you lifted your head, briefly meeting his eyes.

“Don’t mention it.”

And he never did.

Miraculously, you had managed to get Sarah to agree to talk to Rafe and while you had accompanied her to the beach, where she had met up with Rafe, you stayed behind to give them privacy. You weren’t sure what they had talked about, but you didn’t press her about it either when she came stomping back to you with tearstained cheeks. Whatever they have talked about must have helped though, because even though Sarah still stayed with John B of the the times, she went home every odd night, returning with sandwiches and drinks the next day like a soccer mom. It went unsaid that Rafe had provided her with everything and Sarah avoided talking about him, mostly because Pope still got that distant look in his eyes whenever she mentioned her brother. Which is why you were surprised that he was the first one to agree to go to a party Rafe had invited Sarah to, forwarding the invite to her friends.

“What?” Pope had said everyone gave him an odd look. “He stole a family heirloom of mine. The least he can do is invite us to a party of his.”

“Okay then,” JJ jeered, beating on Pope’s back with his opens palms. “Let’s go to a Kook party.”

You had to admit that it was nice to see that the two tribes of the island coming together. The fact that Pogues were invited to a party on Figure 8 was huge. Granted, it was just you and your friends, but still. It was a start.

Loud cheering from outside brought you out of your thoughts, you and Rafe both looking towards the dimly lit backyard, where the main attraction of the party took place.

“JJ and John B are destroying a group of Kooks at Rage Cage right now,” you then explained, lifting the beer in your arms. “Hence... You know.”

“Right right, I was starting the wonder what all that yelling was about,” Rafe mused.

“So how come you’re not out there?”

Rafe shrugged. “Needed some quiet.”

“What, you having your private party in here?” you teased and Rafe smirked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Why? You jealous?”

You rolled your eyes, shifting the beer cans in your arms, the weight slowly getting to you.

“In your dreams, Rafe,” you scoffed. “I got to go, get these beers to the boys before they’ll get warm. You should come down, when you’re done brooding and shit.”

Throwing your last words over your shoulder, you returned to your friends, being welcomed with loud cheers as the empty cups get filled rather quickly. You dropped down into your empty chair, taking your drink from Kiara who had been holding onto it during your absence.

“Pope was about to send a search party because you were taking so long,” she said and you gave Pope a look over the brim of your cup.

“You’re such a mother hen. I was talking to Rafe.”

“Why the hell were you talking to Rafe?”

“You talked to Rafe?”

“Jesus, guys relax,” you groaned, leaning your head back. “He’s fine. He didn’t even do anything. We just talked.”

“It’s never just anything with Rafe,” Pope muttered.

“I get that,” Sarah started, rolling her empty cup in her hand. “But he’s different.Like… He regrets a lot of the thing’s he’s done and trying really hard to make up for his mistakes,” she paused, pressing her lips together tightly. “I’d be the last person to defend him, but I feel like he’s trying to turn over a new leaf.”

Before Pope was able to list all of the bad things that Rafe has done in the past, your conversation was interrupted, angry yells ringing over the music.

“So now you’re just all buddy buddy hanging out here, huh?”

The new voice wasn’t really new and everyone looked at Sarah, who paled, slowly pushing herself up from her chair, looking towards the disturbance, the rest of the group following her.

“Shit. What the hell is Topper doing here?”

The sudden intrusion of a rather inebriated Topper had immediately tanked the relaxed and laid back atmosphere; suddenly, everyone was tense, not daring to make a move in fear of making the wrong one.

“What? Aren’t we here to party?” Topper cajoled, waving a half empty bottle of whiskey around. “Let’s get rid of these Pogues and party!”

The rest of the Kooks looked between themselves, not really wanting to follow Topper’s request but also not wanting to defend your friends. Even if they just had fun together, the Kooks wouldn't go as far as openly defend Pogues, you knew that.

“You should leave, Topper,” John B said, his hands curling at his sides, which was fair, honestly. Even though you had rebuilt the Chateau, bigger, better and most importantly more fire resistant, Topper burnt down John B’s home. His safe space. Topper only widened his eyes at John B comically, snorting.

“Who are you to tell me to leave?”

Sarah pushed herself to the front, pressing herself to John B’s side, which was probably not the smartest thing she could have done, as it only aggravated Topper even more to see her next to John B. You and the others stood right behind her, ready to step in as soon as it escalated.

“Leave, Topper,” Sarah snapped at him. “Nobody invited you.”

“Yeah, as far as I know, you don’t even live here anymore, Sarah,” Topper said, spitting out her name like it was venom in his mouth.

“I didn’t invite you.”

You hadn’t even noticed Rafe having joined you, not really standing on your side, but not on Topper's side either. Suddenly, the tension had grown even thicker and by now, you realized this could go wrong in about a 100 ways.

Topper stared at his friend, mouth agape, before he collected himself, pulling a face.

“Seriously, Rafe? Weren’t you the one who told me that I’m better off without your bitch of a sister and now you’re taking her side?”

“Watch it, Top,” Rafe only said, not even moving an inch.

Not that he had to. Everyone knew what Rafe was capable of, if he was angry enough. Topper only narrowed his eyes at his friend, weighing his options.

“Topper, just go,” Sarah yelled, walking towards him for good measure, trying to offer some sort of olive branch, but Topper only pushed Sarah roughly, causing her to stumble to the ground.

“Jesus, fuck, Topper,” you snapped, rushing to get Sarah back on her feet again, making the fatal mistake of getting between him and John B, as you received a sickening punch to the side of your face.

“Fuck!”

“Holy shit, Topper are you insane?”

You had toppled over your feet to the grass, not having expected the punch at all. Disoriented, you touched your throbbing cheek, your fingers stained red when you looked at them.

“Fuck,” you moaned, feeling like you were about to pass out. Your friends quickly crowded around you, helping you up.

“Shit, girl, you alright?” Cleo asked, carefully pushing your hair to the side to assess the damage.

“Is Sarah okay?” you only asked, pausing to spit out some blood, leaning on Cleo, your legs still shaking.

“Dude, I’m fine!” Sarah said, wrapping an arm around you, still shaking herself.

Your vision was still dizzy, and the voices were not helping, but it seemed like most of the party goers had dissipated as the argument had started. As your eyes adjusted, you could just see Rafe holding Topper by the collar of his shirt and saying something you couldn’t quite understand, before he tossed his friend on the ground. Topper didn’t take long to get back to his feet, fleeing from the scene.

Rafe turned around, his eyes scanning over you before turning to Sarah.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a bruise,” Sarah said, her eyes fixated on you. “But you should definitely get checked out. I can't believe Topper punched you."

“Come on, I got a first aid kit upstairs and some ice for the swelling.”

Rafe reached out to grab you under the arms, but Cleo was reluctant to let you go.

“Maybe I should help.”

“Seriously?” Rafe asked, incredulously and you only watched with narrowed eyes, your reaction time still limited.

“We should just take her home,” Pope chimed in, grabbing you by the shoulder gently, jostling you around.

“Guys, I’m gonna be sick if you keep handing me around like a joint,” you groaned, shutting your eyes, in the hopes of making the dizziness better.

“Pope, it’s fine. Rafe’s not going to hurt her. And he knows a thing or two about patching up wounds,” Sarah said, Pope’s grip on you loosening.

“Fine. But you even look at our girl funny, and you got another thing coming, you hear me, Rafe?”

“Yeah yeah, I got it,” Rafe grunted.

You peeked an eye open, when your friends let go of you, Rafe looping his arm around your shoulder, pausing to look at John B. “You got Sarah, right?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about her.”

Rafe nodded his head in thanks, before leading you towards the house.

"Hey, just call if you need anything!" Kiara called after you, which you only replied with a weak "Okay!", your focus on putting one foot after the other. Rafe had his arm around your waist, taking most of your weight.

“Can you walk alright or do you need me to carry you?”

“If you pick me up right now, I will vomit on you,” you moaned and Rafe snorted.

“Right, and neither of us want that.”

It took you guys an embarrassing amount of time until you reached the house, since you kept making Rafe stop because you thought you were going to throw up. When you finally walked inside, Rafe lead you upstairs, instead of steering you towards the living room.

“Where are you taking me?”

“First aid kit is in my bathroom,” Rafe replied, mostly supporting your weight as you climbed the stairs.

“Ugh, your bathroom? Am I gonna get infected with herpes or something?”

“Is it the smartest idea to insult me in your position right now?” he asked dryly, and you almost sighed in relief when you reached the second floor.

“Just take me to your bedroom Rafe.”

“Alright, Princess,” Rafe sighed, a hint of exasperation in his voice as he guided you to his bedroom, carefully depositing you on the bed. While he went to the bathroom to fetch the first aid kit, you took a second to catch your breath, hoping the world would stop spinning.

Rafe returned with the first aid kit, moving slowly so as not to startle you. He set it down on the bed and then looked at you, concern flickering in his eyes. "You okay?"

"Yeah," you mumbled, pressing a hand to your throbbing cheek. "Just a little dizzy."

"Right." Rafe opened the kit and began to rifle through it, pulling out a bottle of disinfectant and some cotton pads. “This is probably gonna sting,” he warned you.

“Do your worst.”

You managed to flinch only slightly as the cool, yet burning liquid hit your skin, with Rafe’s surprising gentle touch as he cleaned your wound. He put a small bandage on the cut, before sitting back to inspect his handiwork.

“I’ll go grab you some ice for the swelling,” Rafe then said, standing up. “No dozing off, though, a’ight?”

Without waiting for an answer, Rafe left the room, leaving you by yourself yet again. Even though he explicitly told you not to doze off, you laid down on the bed, figuring that it might make the pain a little less bad. As soon as your head hit the pillow, Rafe’s scent engulfed you, and you weren’t sure if you lying down in his bed was too... Intimate? Then again, he was the one who had left you in his bedroom by himself. Before you could sit up again, Rafe reappeared in the room, holding a bag of in his hand, an unreadable expression on his face as he took you in on his bed.

“Sure, go ahead and make yourself at home,” he huffed, but you could see the frown on his face. Rafe sat down on the bed next to you, carefully wrapping the ice bag in a small towel and pressing it against your bruise, his other hand cradling your face. Despite the ice on your skin, you felt your cheeks heating up.

It was odd. You’d never have expected that Rafe could be able to be so gentle, so caring, and you suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to kiss him.

“What’d you say to Topper?” you blurted out instead, breaking the silence. You reached up to hold the ice bag, and Rafe pulled his hands back, raising an eyebrow at you.

“What?”

“After he hit me. What did you tell him to make you leave?”

Rafe sighed, leaning back a bit, staring at the wall as his eyes hardened. “I reminded him of what he did to me when I… Hurt Sarah. Asked him if he was willing to beat me to a pulp for my sister, what he thought I’d do to him for hurting her.”

His eyes flickered back to you.

And you.

You let out a breath at the pregnant pause, scared he’d say something he couldn’t take back. Something real. Maye you had been flirting with him, but so what? There was no harm, they were just words. Right? But admitting something real? That was a whole other story.

“Who would’ve thought Rafe Cameron could be so nice?” You said instead, a teasing lilt in your voice.

Rafe snorted, shaking his head with a laugh, the moment dissipating. “Yeah yeah, don’t get used to it. It was a one time thing.”

“Right, right, we wouldn’t want people to think that Rafe the Kook prince actually has a heart.”

“Does that make you the Pogue Princess then?”

“What?” you asked, flushing. “Where’d you get that idea? That’s obviously Kie.”

“Come on,” Rafe huffed, rolling his eyes. “Kie’s half Kook. And don't even start with my sister. Sarah’s… Half and half, at least.”

You eyed him in amusement. It was clear that he’d spent a good amount of time on that analogy.

“What about Cleo?” you asked, humoring him.

“Ehh. She would’ve made a good Pogue princess, too bad you’ve already taken the spot,” Rafe said with a shrug. “Pogue Princess. Flirts with everyone, heart of gold, never hesitates to get right between a brawl to help out a friend and to call people out on their bullshit…. Should I continue?”

“Please don’t,” you laughed, pressing the ice bag to your cheek. “You’re talking shit out of your ass right now.”

“I’m talking shit out of my ass? You’re the one saying everything that comes to your mind to stop yourself from kissing me right now.”

What?

“What?”

You never thought he’d actually say it out loud. Mention the elephant in the room. The tension you had been trying to ignore all this time. The silence that followed was deafening as you tried to find the right words, your heart beating in your chest.

“In your dreams,” you muttered hotly, repeating your words from earlier in the evening, looking everywhere but at him. It didn’t take long for Rafe to grab you by the chin gently, forcing you to look at him, his eyes piercing yours.

“In my dreams, yes,” he said quietly, inching so close that his warm breath was fanning across your face. “What about yours, princess?”

Gaping at him, speechless, you knew you didn’t have long until Rafe would take your silence as rejection. Your mind was racing, but ultimately, you leaned in, closing the gap and finally kissed him. Rafe let out a soft grunt, dropping his hand from your chin and cupping the back of your head instead to press even closer to you. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, as you finally admitted the attraction you felt to another, but you pulled away, when you felt a tad too dizzy.

“Right, shit,” Rafe cursed, knitting his brows together, examining your cheek. “Got too carried away.”

You flushed, handing him the small ice bag, that was more or less a bag of water now. Rafe dumped it in the trash next to the nightstand, before turning back to you with a smirk.

“Took you long enough.”

“Shut up,” you huffed and Rafe only grinned, pushing your hair out of your face, where it stuck to your wet cheek. You leaned in for another kiss, only for Rafe to stop you, holding you back.

“Nuh-uh. You get better first. Next time, I want you to get dizzy because of my mouth and not because you just got punched in the face.”

“You sound real confident there will be a next time,” you pointed out.

Rafe sighed, faux-exasperation. “Princess, don’t act dumb, it doesn’t suit you. You really think I’ll let you go after you’ve professed your love for me?”

“After I did what?” you shrieked in laughter, and Rafe only laughed. It was nice seeing him laugh for real for once, not the smarmy, smirk he used to do. After your laughter subsided, your pursed your lips, serious.

“You know my friends won’t take this well, right? Especially Pope.”

Rafe ran his hand over his buzzed hair, exhaling softly. “I know. But I won you over, didn’t I? Rest will be a piece of cake.”

“I’m serious, Rafe.”

You gave him a look and he leaned down, clasping his hands in his. “So am I. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have been trying to make things up to him, to Sarah. To everyone. It might take a while… And I don’t blame him.”

“As long as you’re aware…. Now, can we get back to kissing?”

“Didn’t you just hear what I said?”

Pushing your lower lip forward, you pouted at him. “One kiss.”

Rafe stared at you for a hot second, frowning. “Fine. One.”

But when he leaned down to give you a chaste kiss true to his words, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of you.

"Jesus, are you trying to kill yourself?" Rafe hissed, but you only cackled, almost taking your bandage off in the process.

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[fanfic-obsessed]

No Memories, Just Vibes

There is a part of the Jedi Apprentice series that has sparked two different ideas, of which this is the first. 

Early in one of the books, before Obi Wan is taken as a padawan, Qui Gon Jinn witnesses a duel between him and another initiate. Qui Gon perceives that these two pre teens (if I remember correctly, Obi Wan is a few weeks away from turning 13 and Bruck Chun was a few months to a year younger) are too angry and tells Obi Wan that he is destined to fall, that training Obi Wan would be a waste of time. 

As traumatizing as this speech is, when we take into account Obi Wan’s entire story it is also, objectively, the single most hilarious thing that Qui Gon Jinn could say to Obi Wan Kenobi. 

From this Two ideas were born. 

IDEA 1

The first is that as soon as Qui Gon tell Obi Wan that he is destined to fall, the Force drops post Death Star Qui Gon into current time Qui Gon’s head. Except there are no memories, just vibes.  So between one moment and the next Qui Gon goes from ‘I will not teach you. Get away from me’ to ‘this is my baby padawan, my little boy! Isn’t he precious?’.

And the Masters watching, particularly those responsible for assigning the Master/Padawan pairs, go ‘we were going to let you take the baby, until just now. Now we need do a psych eval’

And Obi Wan (twelve years old) is a mix of emotions that he is not sure there is a word for.  Ten minutes ago he was hopeful that Qui Gon Jinn would take him as a padawan. Three minutes ago the same master shattered that hope and left him devastated. Now the Master who devastated him is now hugging him and babbling about a padawan braid and how Obi Wan is his son.

Nothing makes sense.

Eventually, after innumerable medical and psychological tests, Qui Gon is allowed to take Obi Wan as a Padawan. At some point, during the evaluations, Qui Gon comes to two ‘realizations’ (based on nothing but vibes). The first is that he decides that Obi Wan must be the chosen one, but Qui Gon cannot tell anyone, believing that Qui Gon would not be allowed to teach him (left over vibes from the High council not letting him take Anakin as a Padawan) and to not put excess pressure on the baby. He also decides that Obi Wan’s goodness (the vibe that Obi Wan is incapable of falling) is just what is needed to bring Xanatos back to the light. 

It should be noted that Qui Gon communicates this plan poorly to Obi Wan, who perceives that Qui Gon took him on to be bait for Qui Gon’s fallen former padawan.  Obi Wan, though lacking in much of the trauma that we associate with him, is fairly fatalistic and just shrugs, thinking ‘well, this might as well happen’.

As soon as Qui Gon is released from medical, he takes himself and his shiny new padawan haring across the galaxy looking for Xanatos.  It takes long enough to find him that Feemor hears about what is going on and, out of concern for the child involved, goes to find them. When he arrives Qui Gon is waving Obi Wan at Xanatos going ‘I got you a baby brother.’

Feemor, somehow both too young and too old for this shit, goes ‘For Kriffs sake, Qui Gon’ and briefly steals Obi Wan. 

At some point Obi Wan and Xanatos bond enough that the next time that Xanatos tells Qui Gon that Xan is going to kill him, Obi Wan pipes up saying that Qui Gon was the only master ho would take him and Obi wan really wants to be a Jedi.

Xanatos now has a new mission, to find a new Master for his little brother, so he can go back to trying to murder Qui Gon. (For handwavy reasons, we’ll call it the repudiation, Feemor is not allowed to take Obi Wan as a Padawan-Xanaots asked). 

So now we have the weirdest chase in history. Qui Gon is vibing and chasing Xanatos. Xantos is leading Qui Gon on a chase and looking for another Jedi Master without getting skewered (because of the darksider thing). Obi Wan is being dragged along with Qui Gon, hoping that he gets to learn something about being a jedi before he is killed? He is not even sure. Feemor is following Qui Gon and Obi Wan, occasionally confiscating Obi Wan, because he is not sure anyone should be exposed to this much Qui Gon over any length of time. 

They are also utterly ignoring both the senate and the Jedi council. Well Feemor and Qui Gon are ignoring the Jedi Council and the Senate. Xanatos, since he is not part of the Jedi Order any longer, is not bound to either.  Obi Wan is actually filling out the required reports to the best of his abilities but the information boils down to ‘We continue to ignore the assigned mission, I am thirteen (having had a birthday in the interim) and cannot change that. Feemor is quite kind when he abducts me.’

You may or may not have guessed but this clusterfuck lands on Galidraan.  Just before the fighting between Jango Fett’s True Mandalorians and Dooku’s Jedi is due to erupt.  Qui Gon wanders through the tense standoff, stops and with no context whatsoever goes ‘Oh, everyone here is being tricked’. With him is thirteen year old Obi Wan, a tiny child.  Xanatos, who beat them to the planet by about an hour strides dramatically as fuck from the other side of the potential battlefield shouting out ‘Qui Gon Jinn, you ass…’ before clocking the Jedi and going ‘Jedi’.

Feemor also lands and exits his ship from yet another direction, already looking like he had a headache, going ‘Qui Gon, what he Kriff’. 

Now the tense standoff between the Madalorians and the Jedi is derailed as everyone involved goes from violent rage to baffled rage. Also everyone recognizes that there is now a kid on the battlefield and no one wants to be the one to fight a tiny child. This does eventually defuse things enough that contacts can be exchanged and everyone gets to realize that the governor is the asshole.

Qui Gon refuses to elaborate (and frankly is unable to elaborate, he has no information only vibes) on the ‘Everyone is being tricked’ thing. Or what he meant when he wandered up to Jango Fett, peered at him, and told him ‘You’re not the right one, but I won’t hold it against you’ (what Qui Gon means, even if he doesn’t realize it, is that Jango is not Cody).  At some point or another during the time that they are figuring this out, everyone in the combined party of Jedi/Darksiders/Mandalorians/Other says ‘For Kriffs sake, Qui Gon’ (This includes two Deathwatch prisoners captured during the campaign).

Throughout this Xanatos keeps trying to corner other Jedi to get them to take on Obi Wan, except he is also not great at communicating his intentions, so it is perceived that he is trying to get rid of Obi Wan so that he can have Qui Gon to himself.  No one is willing to question any further, though most are a little freaked out. 

IDEA 2

The second idea is not quite as detailed. It’s a Read/Watch the series.  Again we start from Qui Gon telling Obi Wan that he is destined to fall. The Force pulls everyone (initiates, knights, Masters, and the Council members) in the area outside of time where they watch the Movies and shows (Starting with TPM and watching in chronological Order: The prequels, The Clone Wars, Kenobi, the OT) with a focus on Obi Wan Kenobi.  

So everyone gets to go ‘Oh, Obi Wan is actually awesome’. Except of course for Obi Wan, who nearly has a breakdown believing that this is proof that he should not be a Jedi knight (somehow convinced that the Purge/Order 66 is actually his own fault). 

So now Obi Wan has a plethora of Masters who want to train him (including Qui Gon, who again believes that Obi Wan must be the Chosen One) , additional trauma of survivor's guilt before the events that he survived, and a shiny new appointment with the mind healers. He also has the admiration of the initiates that had previously bullied him. 

The Jedi council is able to piece together enough information on the Sith to try and change things, with varying results.

[tojisun]

Riffing off of 141 coming home without Johnny.

I feel like it’d also be heartbreaking if instead of fully breaking down at first you have a moment of, oh my god are the others okay? Kyle are you okay?. Then it hits. Do they have his body? Where is he? Can you go see your Johnny? Are you even allowed to? Bonus points if the last time you properly talked to them before they all left you had a small argument with soap as he was leaving out the door.

HELLO

oh my god the questions. asking if you are allowed to see your spouse; ready to beg if they say you aren't. and the—

"your johnny." just how he always playfully calls himself, yeah?

he says things like, "won't you kiss yer johnny?", "won't you hug yer johnny goodbye?"

promises things like, "yer johnny's gon' come back, bonnie. swear on m'life."

you always did tell him not to bet it all on his life, grumbling as you tell him to take that back because you are superstitious and you've long since learned to avoid the insinuation, lest your words unfurl into realities.

then here, right now...

god YEA YEA I GET YOU!! i added these tags in my prev post—

but holy shit thinking about how the shock is put on halt because you want to take care of kyle first. how the devastation did not even settle in yet as you grapple with the intensity of your worry.

you paw at the others, trying to pull them close — trying to feel them because that is the only way you will ever know that they're alive too — and when they press in, when you feel the brush of kyle's breath on your cheek and price's callused palm rubbing your back and simon's warmth on your side, the ache sinks in.

it spreads all over your chest, chilling the pathways of your nerves until you feel like you are suspended; like the rest of the world has frozen over.

"kyle, i'm— i wanna see— i wanna see jo—"

god, you can't even say his name.

also? are you tryna kill me with that last one? "bonus points" ON WHAT? THE WHUMP SCALE? THE ANGST EXAM?? BC UR PASSING IT W FLYING COLOURS

im gutted so hard oh my godddd

i just know you (reader) won't be able to forgive yourself; won't be able to sleep at night. hell, you can't even stay in the same house anymore because it's so full of johnny and his smell and even the phantom sounds of his laugh. and his room was still unmade and you are so afraid to walk in and see it the same way that he left it — with his clothes on the floor, his extra pair of boots flung around, and there on his bed post was the scarf from a random girl he met at the bar.

you know he wouldn't cheat so why did you keep on insisting? why were you lashing out?

why did you—

"sometimes, i don't think you even truly love me."

why did you say that to him?

[cheeseceli]

If skz wrote a song for their s/o

Pairing: ot8 skz × gn!reader (individually)

Description: Stray Kids write a song for their s/o, inspired by their actual songs and respective lyricists

Genre: Fluff and maybe a little bit of angst (couple fights, low self-esteem and fear of rejection are mentioned)

A/n: Kinda of unexpected of me to post something like that since I only write short scenarios but! i felt like doing something like this, hope you guys can enjoy

Chan - youtiful

You know whenever there is a chance I'll tell you that you are amazing as you are; Cause when you give me a glance I'm sure that I see the universe in your eyes

He knows how hard insecurities can get and he would hate to see you doubting yourself. He wrote this song with you in mind, hoping it would help you to feel more confident and see your worth.

Lee Know - Waiting For Us

Cause I'm right here waiting for us; At times I was afraid; I didn't think you'd ever come again; So I'll tighly hold your hand; No matter what moment comes; I won't let you go

He probably wrote this one after an argument and he is sure he never wants to fight with you ever again. You are the love of his life and he wants to be with you no matter what and no matter when. This would also be his comfort song whenever he was in tour and far away.

Changbin - Sorry, I Love You

I know I’ll regret, so I end this; I know I’ll regret, so I decide to express my feelings; I want to be more than just friends; I like you too much; Sorry that I like you so much, I'm sorry; I tried to hide my feelings but I guess it was too obvious

He wrote this right before he confessed. He was so sure you didn't like him back?? Up to him, he'd never say anything about his feelings 'cause he didn't want to ruin the friendship. But you are too beautiful to be just friends and he needed to tell you everything. Even though the scenario of the song is pessimistic, it encourages him to confess.

Hyunjin - Hoodie Season

Hey baby, I'll make you my lover ey; When you feel the winter wind in autumn; Ooh ah, ooh ah will you hug me warmly; Fallen leaves, like fallen leaves; We gon' fall in love

And they fell in a love in a spring autumn day. Even though this part of the lyrics talks directly to you, this song is not exactly about you, it's about what you make him feel. A hopeless romantic, he was born to love but he also expects to be loved and you make him feel this way. You are like the hoodie that protects him from the cold wind and makes him feel warm.

Han - MIXTAPE: OH

When my hands touch you; We take each other's breath away; At each other's gaze the feeling we've never felt before; This has no explanation; I know it's nothing ordinary; Makes me want more

This one would be written before you guys got into a relationship and he would be so confused. Did you want the same as him? That was just attraction or perhaps something more? This song was basically a brainstorming, trying to figure out the whole situation as it was something new to him.

Felix - WOW

You who's different, curious of you; Your vibe which has changed, curious of you; My feelings that I cannot name, mysterious of you; your gaze when you're staring at me; Let me say wow

He wrote this one in his delulu era i'm 100% sure. You would look at him for a second and he would be speechless. He would spend the whole day thinking about you and wondering if you felt the same, trying to read all the possible signs, even writing about it.

Seungmin - my universe

So close yet so far, your and my world; I will always find you till the end always; Even if I fall behind, I will follow you; My universe

He knows the idol life is hard to keep up with, but still you were there for him in all those hard moments and he is so, so grateful for that! If he believes in afterlife, he is sure he will find you in his next life. That's how it is: you guys are meant to be.

I.N - #LoveSTAY

I will never make you lonely; you'll always be beside me; Someday I'll get exhausted and cry; Fall down and feel pain again; it doesn't matter once again; I can endure it by looking at you; Cause I love you

Yes, it is about Stay. But I.N can't help but think about you in some verses. He considers himself so so lucky to have you: you were there in his worst moments and you made ordinary days become the best moments of his life. You are his medicine and he hopes he can be the same to you

[lalachat]

"And there you were..."

Author's note: WITERLLY WHAT THE HECK GUYS!!! You have made my heart so full! Almost 100 notes in under 24 hours😭❤️ yall gon make me cry! I am truly and utterly grateful that y'all are liking it so far! I'm a little insecure with my writing, but it's only because i'm so new. I am open to any kind of advice you can give me or constructive criticism that will help make this fic better for you readers. With practice comes improvement!! Also, look i'm evolving with my tumbler knowledge and added dividers, a tag list, and a masterlist that i hope works! Look at me go😭🤧 ANYWHOOOO... are y'all ready for this one?? I fully planned on posting this next week but i'm too freaking excited! Eheheheh writing this had me giggling and kicking my feet! Enjoy my loves<3

Summary: You and Lucien decided to leave Rita's after discovering your mates kissing each other. With no reason to stay, Lucien offers you the comfort of his home and a glass of your favorite wine to help decompress the stress of both your mates. How could you say no?

This is for all my Lucien girlies❤️

Warnings: usage of profanity, sexual tension growing between Lucien and y/n, some fluff bc why not, sharing a bed, potential grammar and spelling issues

Word Count: around 3,350

Chapter 2: "Scream my name..."

As you and Lucien walked out of Rita’s, neither of you had noticed two pairs of eyes lingering watching you both leave after they heard Rhys’ commotion questioning Mor into oblivion about what the hell was going on. Mor had almost smirked at the fact that all it took was for you and Lucien to leave together to make Az and Elain both glance at y’alls receding figures. If it weren't for Rhysand in her face, she well would have. Even as Rhys is trying to get her to talk, she could not wait to tell you the plan had worked! Even if it was just a glance, it was still something! Small progress is still progress, right? Oh, she wishes she could have Feyre paint their reactions to you two leaving because it was priceless. Maybe Mor would and give it to you for solstice? But for now, she has a very upset cousin to deal with.

You and Lucien stopped at a local market to grab snacks and your favorite wine for your impromptu evening at his apartment. As you walk out of the market towards his place, Lucien can’t help but to ask about Azriel. 

“So... The shadowsinger is your mate huh?” Lucien asks while tucking his hands in his front pockets glancing to your face as he asked you his question. 

“Yeah... When I first met Az, it was when Rhys had offered me a room to stay in for a night. Rhys and I had quite literally run into each other a moment prior. I was traveling through the night court and was so distracted by the beauty that I ended up running right into Rhysand. I had knocked his freshly bought paint that he was planning to give Feyre all over us. I felt so bad that I kept offering to pay him for the cost of the paint along with his clothes, but he kindly refused. I had no mental shields back then, so he easily saw I was a nomadic traveler that had no place to stay or wash up. He offered me a room in his home for a night and a training over mental shields as payment, and I kindly accepted. I hadn't had a nice place to stay in such a long time. But, little did I know it would not be my peace and that my mate lived in the home I was about to stay at.” you said as you walked in tandem with Lucien down the streets towards his apartment.  

“Always so generous that high lord. And, I assume you know who my mate is then?”  

“That he is. And yes, I do. If you don’t mind me asking, why doesn’t she want the bond?” 

“The same reason your mate doesn’t see yours... She’s too busy being enamored by him to try and pursue or explore things with me.” He finds a rock on the pavement to kick along as you two walk. Lucien kicks it towards you. 

“At least she knows you’re her mate.” you shrug, kick the rock back, and Lucien chuckles. 

“You have a point, and Azriel would know if you would just tell him.” 

“Yeah, but would it change anything between us? Probably not. It would most likely end up like you and Elain if I told him...” Lucien stops and goes silent for a moment. “No offense of course!” 

“None taken. How did we even end up in this mess? You and I both having mates who do not reciprocate any kind of feelings toward us because they like each other is almost ironic.” He laughs at this situation you are both in. 

“You know now that you're saying it out loud, it is quite ridiculous.” You giggle. For a moment you had completely forgotten about Azriel and Elain. Lucien once again, being so alluring that you forgotten what you had just seen at Rita’s.  

Lucien glances at you and finally takes in your appearance. Your cheeks start to turn rosy at the sight of his eyes trailing over your body. Your dress still leaving little imagination for Lucien. Your body grows hot from the sudden attention. 

“He’s absolutely dumb as rocks for not looking at you tonight, because you look ravishing.” and gives you a playful wink. 

“Lucien you're just saying that to make me feel better.” 

“Y/n I kid you not, I truly mean it. You are one of the most beautiful females I have ever seen!” 

“Thank you Lucien, that means so much more to me than you will ever know,” as you look into his eyes and smile at him. He stares at you, smiles and dips his head to say you're welcome before continuing. 

“Almost there, it is right around this corner.” 

“Perfect, because I am freezing and in dire of more alcohol. I am too sober for all this emotional shit,” you say as Lucien laughs at your comment and you both turn the corner. 

“And we're here! Home sweet home!” 

You walk into his apartment and your senses are engulfed by the smell of cinnamon sticks, crisp apples, cedarwood, and roasted chestnuts. It felt like home. Everything in his apartment felt so warm and welcoming. You sat down the groceries you had gotten on the center table near the living room couch, and slowly took in his décor. You were surprised everything looked so coordinated. His apartment was filled with warm colors like reds, oranges, and yellows. It reminded you of your brief stay in the autumn court. You wondered if that’s why Lucien decorated it this way. Maybe he had found a sense of belonging in those colors. While you were taking in his apartment, you hadn’t noticed him grabbing you a change of clothes to wear along with a warm woolly blanket.  

“Here, these are for you to change into, and this is for you when you get cold later because I know you,” Lucien handed you the clothes and sat the blanket down on the couch. “The bathroom is through the hall on your left! Let me know if you need anything.” 

“Okay, thank you!” 

You started walking to the bathroom, the floor creaking beneath your feet as you opened the door. You stepped inside and quietly shut the door. You could hear Lucien in the kitchen popping the bottle of wine and pouring you both glasses, but what you forgot to realize is how you were going to take this dress off. After Mor’s last minute dress change, you had to call Nuala and Cerridwen to help you into it. You had not thought about how you were going to get it off. You slightly began to panic. “It’s okay... you can do this. It’s just a dress, can't be that hard right?” You tried to maneuver your arms into reaching the back of your dress but to no avail, Mor had to pick the most complicated thing you have ever seen. She was right though, this dress did look hot as fuck on you. You struggled a few times more before huffing and giving up. So, you had to do what you had to do...  

“LUCIEN, I NEED HELP!” You could practically hear him sprinting down the hall to get to you in the bathroom. Without thinking he pushes the door wide open. 

“WHAT IS IT? Are you alright?” His face scans you for any kind of injuries but finds none. The only thing he finds is you still in that damn dress that drove him crazy. “Why are you not in the clothes I gave you?” 

“First of all, I could have been indecent. Didn’t your mother ever teach you to knock! Secondly, you see, as a male you would not understand this predicament, but I cannot get my dress off by myself. I need help unfortunately... I swear this is all Mor’s fault!” 

Cauldron boil him... “So, you mean to tell me, you screamed my name to help you with your dress because you cannot do it yourself?” 

“Yes...” you can hear Lucien sigh. 

“There are much better ways to scream my name y/n and you know that but for the sake that you are quite literally stuck in that dress, I’ll help you. Turn around.” Your face turns hot at his comment, and you swat at his arm. 

“LUCIEN! This is not funny!” he can't help but chuckle at your flustered state. 

“Okay, okay, you being stuck in a dress is not funny. Got it! Now stop being stubborn and turn around so I can help.” 

“No, wait! You have to close your eyes!” 

“Y/n, how am I supposed to help you with your dress if I cannot see? Besides you act like I haven't seen you naked.” Again, your face betrays you as your cheeks turn bright red at the thought. You huff. 

“Fine, okay you can keep your eyes open but no funny business Mr. Vanserra. I am watching you!” Lucien chuckles at how flustered he had made you and he is living for it.  

You slowly turn your back to him and lock eyes with him through the bathroom mirror. Lucien takes the back of his knuckles and traces them delicately down the skin of your spine, almost like if you were made of glass and that you'd break at the slightest touch. His hand radiates so much warmth you must stop yourself from letting out a couple of sighs. The entire time he does this his eyes do not leave from yours through the mirror. His hand finally reaches the back of your dress, and he looks away to start undoing the claps. Thank the mother because his stare was driving you crazy. Each clasp he undoes, he makes sure to take his sweet time on. He doesn't miss the way your skin crawls with goosebumps at the slightest touch of his hands against your back. Gods, you had missed his fiery touch. It had felt like forever since he last touched you.

You slowly felt the dress getting heavier with each clasp undone. You could tell Lucien was near the end when your dress had almost slipped off your chest threatening to expose your naked breasts to him. Luckily, Lucien was too preoccupied to have noticed you trying to regather it back up for coverage. You couldn’t help but to selfishly think about turning around to look at him as your dress falls to the floor. Heat slowly began to warm your lower abdomen. You had to clench your thighs together in hope of Lucien not catching your growing scent of arousal. What would Lucien do to you if you did that? Would he pin you against the sink and truly make you scream his name? Gods you wished. Just then you caught a whiff of your scent. Damn your mind and body for betraying you! You were so worried about Lucien this whole time, when you should've been worrying about yourself. However, you decide that this is probably not the time to be thinking about such lewd things after what happened with Az.

As he was on the last clasp, Lucien couldn’t help catching your lingering scent in the air. You were going to be the death of him. He kisses the newly exposed skin of your back as his scent starts to slightly change and mix in with yours. Your head fell back as your eyes closed in anticipation. His eyes had wandered back to the mirror to see your eyes shut reeling in his touch as he peppered kisses up and down your spine. He marveled at this moment for a brief second before unclasping the last clasp of your dress. Your eyes met his as the last clasp was undone, and you let your dress pool to the floor as a test of restraint. For you or him, you didn’t know which. He held you gaze for a moment, never looking away from your eyes, before ghosting his lips on the nape of your neck. 

“All done...” he whispered as he slowly turned around, shut the door, and walked away back to the kitchen. Cruel wicked male.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and tried to recompose yourself. Gods would drinking more wine be safe anymore after what just happened? You sighed and you picked your dress up off the floor and folded it as nicely as you could. You grabbed the clothes Lucien had given you to change into and started putting them on. Immediately you are swallowed by the musk of Lucien's clothes. It is almost overwhelming if it weren’t for the fact that you loved the smell of the autumn court male.

You laughed at yourself in the mirror as you looked and saw his t hanging so loose on you, it was practically a dress. But let's be honest, you loved it. You slowly opened the bathroom door and made your way out with your former dress folded nicely in your hands. You sat your dress down on the table and turned towards Lucien with a smile. 

“So... how do I look?” and give him a twirl. Lucien looks at you and smiles. Gods, you looked even better in his clothes than in that dress but he wasn’t about to give in that easily. 

“Like a little boy.” Lucien said with a playful gleam in his eyes. 

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!” as you shake a finger at his face. He laughs. 

“Fine... You look like a very cute little boy!” he says grinning from ear to ear loving the effects his teasing was having on you tonight. You instead stick out your tongue and give him that all too well known finger gesture. He is practically hurled over in laughter, but you just huff and plop yourself on his couch.  

“Be useful and get this “cute little boy” more wine! I'm definitely too sober now.” He laughs again and it warms your chest. You cant help but to grin back.

“Are you sure you can drink wine? You look a little young to be drinking such adult drinks” as he grabs the wine glasses along with the bottle for refills later.  

“LUCIEN, I WILL STRANGLE YOU IF I HEAR ONE MORE LITTLE BOY JOKE!” 

“Okay, okay. Here’s your wine doll.” He hands you your glass with a smile, “You actually look even more beautiful now that you’re in my clothes.” As he sends you a wink before sipping some of his wine. 

“Thank you...” you smile as you take a sip from your own glass. 

“So, other than your mate being an enigma to you, what else has happened since I saw you last?” you both get comfy on the couch and sip on your wine. 

You had failed to realize how long you and Lucien were apart. You told him about your travels through all the different courts, and he told you about his part in the war along with how he became a part of the night court. You both sat there and exchanged every story you could possibly think of, trying to catch up on every moment you missed together. Soon the stories turn into giggling. Neither of you could hold it together as one of you would say something slurred and the other could cry out in laughter. It was the wine-speaking now, but neither of you had minded. You both had forgotten what it was like to be in each other's presence. It was nice to rekindle old flames with your friend, but you had to be careful. Recatching old feelings would not be good for you with this whole Azriel situation. You looked out the corner of your eye to see Lucien trying to fight off a yawn.  

“Oh, don't tell me my lil fox boy has grown tired of me?” as you slightly pinch his cheeks. He grins as he sees you also fighting off your own tiredness. 

“Mmmm seems like my yawns are contagious then, because I could’ve sworn I saw you do one just now.” he raises an eyebrow at you. 

“Okay, maybe I did. All this catching up and wine drinking has made me sleepy.” You decide to grab the blanket Lucien sat on the couch for you earlier this evening.  

“I don’t blame you... Now if you excuse me, I am going to go change into something more comfortable, these clothes are killing me, and then we will call it a night.” he says as he sticks a finger in his collared shirt to loosen the neck and walks off still in the clothes he wore at Rita’s. You chuckle at his figure walking down the hallway to what you would assume to be his room. You don’t know how long he was in there, but you couldn’t wait any longer. Your eyes were too heavy, and you were too drunk to stop your movements down the hallway towards where Lucien disappeared. You find the door he dipped into and see it is cracked a smidge. You decide to knock, unlike Lucien earlier.  

“Hey Lu? Can I come in?” No answer. “Lucien I’m really tired and I don’t know where you want me to sleep...” you slowly push the door open but put too much weight on it and tumble forward into his room. Unlike your knocking, Lucien heard you tumble and was at your side to catch you in a heartbeat. You let out a laugh. “Oh, I'm too drunk for this shit... I'm sorry, I only came here too-” you look up to see him in gray sweat pants, hair loose, and no shirt. Mother blessed this man too much! Oh fuck. Get me out of here.  

“Y/n, you were saying something?” He looks down at you with mischief in his eyes knowing you couldn’t keep yours off his bare chest and gray sweatpants. Your eyes blink rapidly, and you shake your head trying to get that image out your mind but its seared its way in.

“Oh yes. I was just- um, why did I- OH! Where do you want me to sleep? I’m like minutes away from passing out on the damn floor!” Lucien laughs. 

“You can sleep in here, and I can stay on the couch for tonight. Is that alright?” 

“This is your bed and home Lucien. I can't let you sleep on the couch as I take your bed... it just feels wrong. I'll take the couch and you can keep your bed for tonight.” you say as you turn around to head back into the living room before you feel Lucien's hand around your waist stopping you.  

“Y/n I swear to the mother, do not be stubborn and take the damn bed please. It’s too late for this, I promise you it’s okay! I insist.” 

“I guess old habits never die. Always trying to get me in your bed Lu.” you smirk as you crawl in and wrap up in his silk auburn sheets. You thought his house and clothes smelled nice, but his sheets, his sheets were heavenly. You almost fell asleep then and there because it was so calming. Lucien walks over to you and kisses you on the forehead. 

“Goodnight doll, I am truly sorry for your mates behavior tonight. Sleep well...” He turns around, turns out the lights, and is about to walk out the door but hesitates as he hears you say-- 

“Lucien wait-” 

“Yes?” 

“We’re both adults here, right?”  

“Well one of us looks like a little boy, but yes. Why?” Lucien replied. You rolled your eyes at his playful remark from earlier. 

“Adults can share a bed, and nothing has to happen.” 

“Y/n are you saying you want me to sleep next to you?” 

“Yes, I am. I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” you sigh. 

“Always so persuasive... scoot over.” You open the sheets and scoot over in the bed to make room for Lucien. You feel the bed dip down as he crawls in. You both lay there for a moment reeling in that you two are sharing a bed again. The only difference is now the lingering heartbreak you both feel from your mates. You turn around to face Lucien and ask- 

“Can I lay on your chest?” He doesn’t verbally respond but wraps his hands around your waist and softly pulls you closer to him. You lay your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat, and look up at his face. You tuck a couple of stray hairs that had fallen in his face and tuck them behind his ears and say, “Thank you for tonight, Lucien. Elain is so lucky to have you, she just doesn’t know it yet.” 

“Thank you doll, neither does Azriel. Now let's get some much needed rest. Goodnight,” said Lucien. 

“Goodnight Lu,” as you rest your hand on his bare chest next to your head and you feel Lucien's arms tighten around you. You can't help but to feel so at peace in his presence, and neither can he, as you both fell asleep holding each other all night.  

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also to add to my previous post, when i say blk yn go through crazy situations im exaggerating but i mean (“cause me personally!!!!!!!!!!!”) allowing the character to be treated in certain manner and be put in “awkward” positions. i also want to say that the “situations” seem unfulfilling like i wanted to say in the first place.

because of the unsavory situations she is put in she legit has to have characteristics that are straight up unnecessary if the wellbeing of her character was prevalent. and i have to say that because of blk yn stories that it applies to. (and no ian talking abt how ppl be complaining abt yn being “ghetto” 😒)

drama, comfort, or for fun, is cool and dandy but it’s the same type of thing and i’m not tryna come for the plug stories like don’t nbgaf like omg i’m so tired of hearing bout them freaking stories.

to the ppl who still decide to ignore how damaging fr CERTAIN! blk yn fics y’all remind me of the ppl who support tyler perry movies simply because it’s for entertainment and “he’s telling a story” (that not everyone has)

yep. those things are true but an impact worse than good is being produced. like bffr.

and i feel conflicted by even saying that because some ppl obviously genuinely relate or find comfort in those stories but at what cost. like is comfort worth change and progression?

me rn:

some ppl just really don’t gaf and don’t care to want better. please don’t let the ppl who don’t gaf sway you. for the ppl who do, reblog nice fics or write. blow them up so other blk girls can find them. we deserve it.

there are so many blk fics where yn is not going through those things and if there is “drama” is solved or there’s a healthy resolve. (there’s so many blk writers who need to be publishing books fuck tumblr or ao3 and tryna get reblogs. with all that talent girl MAKE SOME MONEYYYY! YALL STUFF BE GOOD.)

i’m dead serious. why haven’t you thought abt it.

but yeah. it is what it is we have to put more work in to change as people in general. but i really just want my ppl to grow. ppl find comfort in fics for a reason. i really think a good balance of what everyone is looking for and needs should be found. i know ppl gonna feel like ppl telling them what to do but they prolly the ones who don’t want the change for wtv.. reason… ahem..

ppl feeling hit by what i said:

there’s obviously a problem and as a ppl! why can’t we just fix it. like at least try.

side note:

there’s so many ways to get drama. also the smut after arguing piss me off this is off topic cause it applies to a lot of ppl who make fics but like damn. y’all ain’t gon talk it out. and it be the most weird arguments and stuff and you wanna squeeze lemons after that???

idk that annoys me like everyyyy time? and i think smut after arguments can be well written but ….

anyways the blk ff community to damn big for us to be sitting here starving acting like we don’t have food in the refrigerator to make something.

get it together yall. youn want what’s in the refrigerator go get your keys and buy something.

i’m tired of this shit that’s why so many blk writers stop writing or ppl stop reading because it’s too much going on all for some damn fake characters we wanna imagine ourselves with.

and i know for some ppl it’s abt the followers and all that which i mean to each is own i mean

sigh i was tryna be proper and cordial but i really want better for us but it’s so many ppl who go too far or do too little. and some are so sheep that they go with someone else’s opinion too. you know you tired of all the toxic fics say sumn. you know you tired of ppl constantly bringing up yn being ghetto for no reason (that shit piss me off so bad i can’t. they be so close but so farr) say sumn.

me after thinking someone finna bring up how unnecessary struggle love/toxic/extra smutty blk fics are but they end up just complaining abt yn using aave:

anyways i’m ranting. i wanted to say what i felt.

muah

[raya-hunter01]

Lights, Camera, Action! Pt. 12 End

Lights, Camera, Action!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Shantell)

Roman x Black Female OC! Tangela

Solo x Black Female OC! Sofia

Jimmy x Trin

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff, defloration (Virginity) masturbation

Words:

Summary: How do you keep it together as Smackdown’s production director and navigate your life as the girlfriend of Mr. Main Event Jey Uso.  Follow Shantell as she navigates her life as a girlfriend, sister, and confidant to the bloodline. Follow her on her journey to self-discovery of love and happiness.

Four Years Later

Jey & Shantell’s House

Atlanta, Ga

“So how was the game and Did Joshua get to play?” Jey asked me as I frowned at him. “He scored a touchdown and was so happy, until he looked around and you weren’t there like you promised. Good job Papa Kish,” I said smartly knowing I would strike a nerve.

His dad was always on the road and missed a lot of special moments in their life. I knew that always bothered him so the fact he could do it to our son was pissing me off.

“So, he went back to the hotel with Joe instead of coming home. I mean, is he trying to get back at me for missing the game?” Jey asked, a little hurt.

“He’s five years old! What do you mean trying to get back at you!? He wanted to hang out with his uncle, who flew in for his game. We had pizza at the hotel and caught up a little. He wanted Joe to drive him home so he could spend a little more time with him and Morgan,” I said, getting irritated as hell.

I could tell Jey was sensing my anger and chose to remain quiet. “Do you have a problem with the fact he wanted to spend a little more time with Joe and Morgan?” I asked as Jey still said nothing.

The quietness frustrated me as I saw him out the corner of my eye watching me closely as I spotted the empty Tequilla bottle on the living room table.

“So, do you want to talk about why you didn’t come to see Joshua play?”  I asked, trying to remain calm as he sighed, taking a swig of his beer. “Jey, I think you’ve had enough for tonight, plus Joshua will be home any minute,” I whispered as he cut his eyes at me before drinking the rest of his beer.

“So, you just gon’ act like I’m not talking to you, just  standing there like an asshole,” I said not believing his attitude.

“I’m a grown ass man Shantell, I can do what I want. You keep pushing about why I didn’t come to the game. You already know I don’t want folks looking at me Shantell,” Jey said as I looked at him in disbelief.

“Lookin’ at you? What are you talking about?” I questioned as my interest truly peaked at what he was saying.

 “I don’t need folks takin pictures of me, posting online talking bout look at Jey Uso at his son’s game, I wonder how he’s handling not being able to wrestle anymore,” he said very animated as I looked at him in disappointment.

“It wasn’t about you! It was about our son, and all he wanted today was for his dad to be there and you weren’t. What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked, taking the empty beer bottle from him shuffling around the kitchen trying to tidy up before Joe came back with Joshua.

“I’m not me anymore; everything is gone, Shantell!” Jey yelled as I paused at the sink, taking a few deep breaths. “Wrestling was my dream, Shantell; I could do anything! I was somebody, Main Even Jey Uso, now I ain’t nothin', and I ain’t got nothing!” Jey shouted, pacing the kitchen.

I felt slapped by his words as I gripped the counter, slowly turning to him, trying to digest what he had just said to me.

  “What the hell you mean you have nothing? You have a beautiful son and daughter who love you and worship the ground you walk on. They are here! I love you, and I am here, Damnit! Does any of that even matter to you anymore,” I cried as Jey in a panic began walking towards me.

 “I swear I didn’t mean it like that baby, you know ya’ll are my life,” he whispered hugging me. “I know you love wrestling, but I also know there is more to life than wrestling,” I whispered against him trying to understand him but validate my own feelings. 

“I’m just…I don’t know what's wrong wit me," he whispered, kissing my neck, pulling me closer.  Neither one of us heard Joe letting himself in with the kids.

“Everything alright in here?” Joe asked, walking in with Joshua and Morgan as I pulled away from Jey, wiping my tears, hoping Joe didn’t see them.

 “We good, Uce, “Jey said, catching Morgan as she jumped in his arms. “I missed you, baby girl; I’m so happy your daddy brought you,” Jey said, holding her close as she giggled,  “I missed you too!” She exclaimed, trying to hold him tighter; I smiled despite myself.

I missed being in Florida and seeing everyone. Atlanta was great, but I missed home and our family.

Joshua was asleep on Joe’s shoulder. “He’s had his bath, and his football stuff is by the door. “When did he fall asleep?” I asked, trying to calm my nerves as I saw the pissed off look on Joe’s face.

“He fell asleep as soon as we left the hotel,” Joe said, looking at me worriedly as I waved him off from saying anything, letting him know I was okay.  Sighing, he ignored Jey and went upstairs to put Joshua to bed.

“Tee tee can I stay the night?” Morgan asked as I smiled at her. "Maybe another time, baby; we got to get ready to head to New York tomorrow night,” I said, hoping she would understand as she grinned at me. “Otay, we play when you get back,” she said as I kissed her forehead she closed her eyes.

“She’s so beautiful,” Jey whispered, caressing her hair as she fell asleep against him. “Yes, I miss her so much,” I said, trying to memorize every new feature I saw since the last time I saw her.

“Is Jeyla being good for ma and pops,” Jey asked as I smiled. “Jeyla is always a good girl, and you know everyone down in Pensacola is spoiling her rotten,” I said smiling thinking of our beautiful daughter. “I miss my baby,” Jey said pouting a little as did I.

Our daughter Jeyla was two and was a great mixture of Jey and me. I can say these three days without her have been rough as this was her first solo trip down to Florida, staying without us.

 Jey had driven her down to his parents because he had to film a commercial for the WWE, and I had media leading up to the Oscars this upcoming weekend. The next two days were going to be pure chaos for us.

“Ya’ll good down here?” Joe asked, returning downstairs as I got up and hugged him. “Yeah, we’re fine,” I reassured him as he looked to be looking me over. “What, you think I’d hurt my wife or something?” Jey said at Joe like he had grown three heads.

“I didn’t say that, but you ain’t doing her no favors by missing Joshua’s game and all this drinking you have been doing lately,” Joe said, taking Morgan from Jey as he scoffed at him. “Goodnight, princess,” he whispered, kissing Morgan on the cheek before slowly retreating upstairs to his office.

“Are you sure you don’t mind Joshua flying out with ya’ll tomorrow,” I asked as he sighed. “It’s no problem, Shantell, I got him. That’s what family is for,” Joe said as I gave him a small smile, looking towards the stairs, hearing the TV blasting.

“You need to come home to Pensacola so we can help you. You can’t keep doin’ this alone, Shantell,” Joe said as I nodded in understanding, and I knew he was right. “I’m not alone; he’s a great dad, Joe. He’s been supportive of my dreams; it’s just been hard for him some days,” I said, trying to get Joe to understand.

“It’s been hard for you to Shantell; he uprooted ya’ll to Atlanta because he felt the need for a change. He didn’t ask you. Granted, you had awesome opportunities that came your way, but he still should have asked for your input,” Joe said seriously as I rubbed my temples in exhaustion, not saying anything.

“Fine, I will stop nagging you for now; I know you already have enough to stress about going on. Congrats on your nomination. I hadn’t seen you in person to tell you, but I know you gon’ win,” Joe said, changing the subject, smiling at me as I blushed.

“Thank you for the encouragement, but I’m just happy to be even nominated for an Oscar. That alone has had my phone ringing, and I’m still waiting to wake up from this dream,” I whispered truthfully as Joe hugged me.

“This ain’t no dream beautiful, you are amazing, don’t sell yourself short. You earned this moment; you’ve always been there for us when we shined, lifting us up, and now it’s your turn,” he whispered, holding me tight as I cried. “Don’t cry, Shantell, we got Joshua and Jeyla. Just go to New York and have fun,” Joe said, stroking my hair as my crying started to calm down.

“It’s getting late go put my little Mo Mo to bed,” I said, pulling away from his embrace, looking at her little exhausted face, wiping my tears. “I'll leave, but we gon’ talk about this again,” Joe said, giving me a kiss on the cheek and another hug before quietly walking towards his rental.

“I love you, let me know ya’ll got back safe,” I said, waving from the door as he strapped Morgan in her car seat. “Love you too; I’ll text you when we get back to the room,” he said, humoring me. I mean, who would attack his ass? But I wanted to know when my people made it to their destinations. It put my mind and heart at ease.

I quietly shuffled around the house, making sure the doors were locked before heading upstairs to shower. As I passed Jey’s office I peeked in and saw he was watching some of his old matches.

I knew it would be a long night, so I quietly went to get a quick shower before bed. I couldn’t help but think of the night when everything changed, my husband’s light left his eyes, and I left the WWE all in one night.

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Two years ago

Madison Square Garden

Talent meeting

Shantell’s POV

“I can’t believe this shit, kill me now,” I whispered as Trin gave me a sympathetic smile. “It’s ok, everyone deserves a second chance,” Trin said as I took a deep breath looking at the smirk on Taraji’s face hoping to maintain my composure.

“Taraji has been back with us on the road for a few weeks, but we want to formally welcome her back,” Paul said as Jey caressed my hand, trying to keep me calm.

“Also, I want to congratulate Shantell on her promotion to senior production manager. She has one more month on the road before she goes on maternity leave, so let’s not stress her out,” Paul said as I rolled my eyes, rubbing my stomach.

“Alot of your concerns should go to Tamera; she has been shadowing Shantell; wave your hand, Tamera. Would you like to say or add anything, Shantell?” Paul asked as I took a few seconds to gather myself as Tamera waved her hand as instructed.

“Nah, I’m good it’s the same position with a new name that I’m doing, and everyone knows Tamera. So, I’ll pass; I ain’t entertaining the bullshit today,” I said honestly as I heard snickers from Jimmy and Solo as I winked at them.

 We knew Paul was trying to smooth things over about Taraji being back, and I just didn’t have time for it today. I was grateful for Tamera; she has been shadowing me for the last year and is amazing.

“Well, that’s all I have for today; let’s have a good show ya’ll,” Paul said as Taraji and a few of the guys filed out of the office. “Shantell, I am sorry, Steph wanted her on smackdown,” he said as I waved him off. “I’ll be fine; just let me vent for a minute, and I’ll be good,” I said, giving him a hug before we left.

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Smackdown Main Event

“Jey Uso has not moved since that powerbomb against the ring apron in front of us,” Cole’s voice said. I felt a chill all over my body as I saw Jey lying unmoving on the floor. “Shantell looks at me, sweetheart,” Paul said, gently removing my headset.

“Tamera, take us on out,” Paul said, leading me away from the monitor. “I have to go to him,” I whispered as Paul shook his head. “No, I need you to breathe, Shantell. I need you to calm down and think about the baby,” he said, rubbing my belly.

 “Someone please call his mom,” I whispered, finally breaking down sobbing as Paul tried to calm me down.

I heard some commotion as I looked up to see Jimmy, Joe, and Solo running towards the curtain. “Keep her back here, no matter what,” Joe said as they took off into the arena.

“Paul that is my husband, ya’ll can’t do this,” I said unwavering as Trin walked up on the phone along with Tamina. “We’re ok, Pops; they are checking on him now. Shantell is here with Paul, and she’s okay,” Trin said as I began to pace.

“It’s going to be ok, sis,” Tamina said, trying to reassure me as I kept my eyes on the curtain. “We love you too, Pops; give Ma our love,” Trin said, hanging up as I continued to pace.

“EMTs are strapping Jey in; he is starting to come around, “Wade said as I ran out into the arena before anyone could stop me.  I was almost to Jey but was stopped by Joe, who stepped in front of me, steading my arms so I wouldn’t fall.

“ I can’t let you see him like this, don’t do this to yourself,” he said, holding me at arm’s length blocking my view. “I have to make sure he is okay,” I cried as I saw Jimmy leaning over, whispering something to Jey as he tried to nod his head but couldn’t. “Fuck!” Jey shouted as Jimmy held his hand. It was bad; I knew it was.

“Sis, you need to calm down and breathe; we don’t need you going into labor,” Solo said, gently rubbing my stomach as I tried to calm down.

“We need to move him and get him to the hospital,” the EMT said as I looked at Joe, pleading with my eyes to be let go as he sighed, finally letting me go.

“Babe, I’m here,” I whispered, taking his hand as he looked at me. “My back is fucked, I’m done, it’s over, baby,” he whispered as I shook my head. “No, it’s not baby. We going to get you to the hospital, and they gon’ take care of you,” I assured him as the EMT looked at me worriedly.

 “We really need to move; he needs to get an MRI done to see what damage has been done,” he said as I moved, allowing them to do their job as Joe held me close, walking in step with me behind the stretcher.

“Where’s Shantell? Where’s my wife?” Jey asked as everything seemed to be moving fast.  “She’s right behind us, big Uce got her,” Jimmy reassured him. “Keep her safe, man; don’t let her worry about me,” Jey said. I could hear the fear in his voice as I winced in pain.

“I saw you wince. Are you ok, Shan?” Joe asked as I took a deep breath. “Yea, just Braxton hicks,” I said, trying not to worry him as he led me slowly towards the ambulance.

Where are you going? The show is still going on; you can’t leave,” Vince said, walking towards us.

“What the fuck you mean? I can’t leave!” I shouted as Joe stepped in front of me.  Jey heard me and tried to lift his head as Jimmy pushed him back down on the stretcher. “You focus on you, Joe, and Solo got Shantell,” Jimmy said, looking back at me, giving me a look of support.

“I’m going with my husband; Tamera can handle the show. I’ve taught her well,” I said, irritated he would even assume I would stay and run the show when my husband has just been seriously injured is he fucking insane.

“No, you need to be here; you can go to the hospital after,” Vince said. You could hear a pin drop as talent had begun to gather as I looked at the EMTs loading Jey in the ambulance. “Mr. Fatu, I got to get an IV going and some other readings; let’s get you hooked up while we wait on your wife,” the EMT said, beginning to work on Jey in the ambulance as the other EMT stood by the door waiting for me.

“Look, I’m going, and you can’t stop me,” I whispered, trying to calm down. “Shantell, I ain’t got time for this; time is money, so get back to work,” Vince said as Paul stepped in front of Vince.

“Shantell, go to him,” Paul whispered as I moved around them. “You know you should have let her go when budget cuts happened; she can’t even help this company and do what we asked of her,”  Vince said as I stopped walking. “Keep walking, Shantell, it ain’t worth it,” Joe whispered as I looked at him.

“Joe, I ain’t gotta take this shit after everything I’ve done for this company,” I said as Joe sighed, rubbing my shoulders as I tried not to lose it. “You know whatever you want to do, we got you. I just don’t want you to do anything you may regret,” Joe said as I wiped my tears of frustration as Paul and Vince continued to talk about me like I wasn’t there.

“It was distasteful what you wanted her to do, and she’s not an on-air camera personality. That’s her right to deny a storyline, it ain’t her job,” Paul said, trying to cool things off as Vince laughed. “When all this is over, she’s got to make a choice. She’s either going to do what we asked or she's fired. It ain’t like her husband’s getting back in the ring anytime soon,” Vince said as I felt my anger boiling.

“Hey! I screamed as everything and everyone around me got quiet. “My husband is in that ambulance, hurt and scared. I ain’t worried about no fucking show or this fucking job. I am going with him, and that’s all I’m going to say about it. So, you can do what you need to do, Vince,” I said firmly as Joe began steering me further towards the ambulance.  

“Shantell! We ain’t done talking!” Vince yelled as I stepped into the ambulance, not caring. “Aye, you heard her.  It’s done; now leave her be,” Solo said as Vince looked at him angrily.

“Who do you think your talking to?" Vince asked, daring Solo to say something. “I’m talking to you,” Solo said, not backing down. “It’s ok, Solo, I got it,” I said, looking at him as he nodded, putting distance between himself and Vince. He knew me well enough to know what was coming next.

 “Mr. McMahon, you ain’t gotta worry about me because I quit,” I said before the EMT closed the door on a ranting Vince.

I maneuvered around, finally able to sit beside Jimmy as Jey reached for my hand, I intertwined our fingers.  “I’m here, baby, I’m right here, and I ain’t going nowhere.  Sorry, it took so long,” I said, caressing his hair as he closed his eyes.

“Babe, you could have waited until after the show to come to the hospital,” Jey whispered as I leaned down and kissed his forehead. “Boy is you crazy; I’m right where I want and need to be,” I whispered, seeing the tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m scared; what if it’s over, Shan,” Jey said as shushed him.

 “You’re going to be okay, I promise,” I said as the EMT finished sending his report to the Emergency Room. I felt Jimmy’s hand rubbing my back as I turned to look at him; seeing the tears streaming down his face broke me as I tried to keep my own at bay as I rubbed his knee in comfort with my other hand.  

“We are good to go; they will be ready when we arrive. I don’t want ya’ll to be alarmed. It’s going to be moving very fast when we get there,” he said as Jey closed his eyes as we began our journey to the hospital.

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I hated to think of that night because it was the night when Jey’s dreams were dashed, and I quit a job I really loved.  As I lay in bed thinking, I heard Jey turning the TV up, and at times, it seemed like he was jumping around in his office.

I wanted to go to him and comfort him but also I wanted to give him space. I was torn, but as soon as his voice started to get louder, I immediately jumped out of bed and hurried down the hall. The closer I got to the door, the more I could hear what he was saying, and his words truly broke my heart.

Jey’s Office

Jey’s POV

“Main Event Jey Uso is in yo' city,” I said into the remote, hyping myself up, to only remember I can’t do what I love anymore.

“Everybody has something to fuckin’ say telling me how I should feel,” I said, pacing the room surrounded by all my accomplishments. “Nobody knows what I went through to get here! Nobody understands any fucking thing,” I slightly raised my voice, stopping in front of my championship title display case. I had done so much, but it didn’t feel like the end.

I wanted to destroy it, but I couldn’t. It meant the world to me. I saw the door open as Shantell peaked her head inside. “Are you ok, baby?” she asked, slowly coming inside and shutting the door. “Yeah, I’m sorry if I woke you up; I just was reminiscing,” I whispered as she leaned against the door.

My Shantel, always right there trying to break through my walls, always so giving, and I just keep fucking takin’. Sighing, I dropped my head in shame. I had to get my shit together; I didn’t want to lose my family. I needed to talk to her about what was on my mind.

“Jey, you gotta talk about it; this isn’t good for you or us,” Shantell said, slowly coming towards me as I sighed, knowing she was right. “Everything was just taken from me, and it ain’t right,” I said, trying to disguise the evident pain in my voice. I was finally being honest with myself about what I was angry about.

“I know, baby, and I’m so sorry,” she whispered, caressing my face with her hands as a burden released from within me. I had put down the façade; I wasn’t ok. I finally allowed myself to feel my loss instead of letting it consume me.

Two years of frustration seemed to pour out of me in a strangled cry of anger as Shantell pulled me instantly into a hug, I held on to her like she would disappear as we held each other, and I finally allowed myself to feel.

Shantell’s POV

I knew it weighed heavy on him, and if I could take that burden, I would. I continued to comfort him, and I felt him becoming less tense. "Talk to me, tell me what you thinking?” I asked, genuinely wanting to know but afraid of the answer, especially after his last back surgery last year.

 “I took a few bumps with Jimmy a couple of days ago when I took Jeyla to Ma and Pop’s,” Jey said as I tried to remain calm and not freak out as he told me. Shantell remain neutral; he may shut down on you if you act a fool.

 “Uh, Ok, so how did you feel?” I asked as he pulled away slightly to look at me. “I felt brand new, no pain or nothing,” he said gently tracing his fingertips across my back as I stroked his hair, taking a deep breath as he smiled at me.

Damn it, he’s playing hardball with that innocent smile; I can’t even be mad about what he did. “I don’t want you to get hurt, the doctor said,” I started, but he cut me off. “Look at me. I’m in the best shape I’ve ever been and feel great,” he said, gently kissing me as I sighed.

“I need to finish what I started, Shantell. I want to go out on my own terms, I didn’t get to do that; a doctor made that decision for me,” Jey said, looking at me with determination in his eyes.

“Josh, they are going to announce you for the Hall of Fame next week. You ain’t got nothing more to prove baby,” I pleaded as he wiped my now-flowing tears.

 “I got something to prove to me, baby,” he whispered, his eyes full of unfallen tears.  I looked at my husband, who had always been my pillar of strength, now seemed so broken, and it broke my heart.

 “I don’t want to be in no Hall of Fame right now; that’s for people who are done with this business, and I ain’t done yet,” he said, caressing my hand as I gently smiled at him.

“So, what do you want to do?” I asked, needing to know how far he wanted to go. “I want to see if anything has changed with my back, and would it be safe for me to wrestle again,” he said, watching me intently as I nodded, trying to digest what he was saying as I bit my lip nervously.

“If you don’t want me to do it, I won’t cause I need you to be wit me on this. I can’t do it without you,” Jey said, kissing my hand. I saw hope in his eyes, a brightness I hadn’t seen in awhile and I couldn’t take it from him.

 “I will always support you; I just don’t know what I would do if something happened to you,” I said as he frowned. “Ain’t nothing gon’ happen to me; if it’s not safe, I won’t do it. I love wrestling, but ya’ll are my life, and I would never do nothing that could take me away from ya’ll,” he said firmly.

 “I need to know from Dr. Andrews that you’re ok. I need to know that for my own piece of mind. If he says it’s okay, I’m in,” I said as he eagerly nodded, taking me in another kiss. “It’s going to work out great; I’m sure of it,” he said against my lips as I relaxed in his arms.

“Also, no more heavy drinking or acting like an ass. We talk about our problems, not drink them away,” I said, pointing to the beer bottles on his desk.” I got you, no more; it’s done,” he promised, taking me into his arms. No more words were spoken as we both enjoyed the moment of just being us again.

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The Next Day

Stockbridge Primary School

Stockbridge, Ga

Mommy is daddy, ok?” Joshua asked as I unbuckled him from his car seat. “Yeah, Daddy just wasn’t feeling well last night, baby,” I said, trying not to worry him.

“I need you to have a good day and not worry about it, sweetie,” I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Will Jeyla be home when I get out of school,” Joshua asked “No, you’re flying back with Uncle Joe this afternoon, so you will see her at Nana and Papa’s this evening,” I said, smiling at him “I love you, mommy,” his tiny voice said as I smiled sadly at him.

“I love you more,” I said, giving him a hug. “Have a good day, Mommy,” he whispered hugging me tight. “I will baby, don’t worry about me,” I reassured him as he began to walk into the school.

“Incoming call from Trin,” my car radio sang as I accepted the call.

“What is going on, my beautiful sister,” Trin said as I laughed at the bubbliness in her voice.

“Hey, sis, I just dropped off Joshua at school,” I said as I could hear Jimmy in the background trying to pack, asking her where his wrestling tights were. “Joe called last night, and I was checking in on ya’ll,” she said as I took a deep breath. “We’re okay; we talked last night, and he just had a lot on his mind,” I said.

“Hell, so do you; I mean, do I need to come kick his ass,” Jimmy said as I shook my head, pulling into our gated community. That was one of the things I loved about this little area; we lived down the road from Joshua’s school, so I could get there in hardly no time if need be.

“You heard me, sis, Are ya’ll ok? Do I need to come down there?” Jimmy asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“No, we’re ok and also, I heard about the ring outing you both did a couple of days ago,” I said as he coughed. “Uh, look, I tried to stop him,” Jimmy started as I cut him off.

“I know you didn’t stop him because it’s just as much your dream for him to wrestle again as it is his,” I said as he got quiet.

“I’m sorry, sis, he was talking about what he wanted, and I just couldn’t tell him no,” Jimmy said as I released the breath I was holding. “I know, I couldn’t either. He’s setting up a meeting with WWE, and Dr. Andrews is flying in to talk, and they will do more tests. I told him I needed to know he was okay before we even thought about doing this,” I said, pulling in beside Joe’s rental.

“We hope it goes well and Jey gets the answers he’s looking for, Trin said as I exited the car. “Trin, I got to finish packing; I’ll let ya’ll talk. I’ll text you later, Shan,” Jimmy said as I heard him shuffling around the room again. “Be safe out there, Brother!” I shouted as he laughed, “Yes, mama, I will,” he said smartly as I rolled my eyes.

“Sorry our conversation ended up being more of me talking to Jimmy than you, sis,” I said as Trin laughed. “Girl, I talk to you all the time; I guess this time I can share you with him,” she said jokingly before we said our goodbyes as I walked inside. The laughter coming from the kitchen overjoyed my heart as I saw Jey and Joe seasoning the meat to go on the grill, apparently.

“Oh! I like this now, I ain’t gotta cook lunch,” I said, lightening the mood as they both laughed.

“Hey, we still need the sides,” Jey said as I rolled my eyes. “Damn, I thought I was in the clear,” I said jokingly as I saw Morgan lying down on the couch looking at the TV. Jey and Joe had obviously talked while I had been gone; I didn’t want to pry as his mood seemed better.

I left them to it as I went to spend a little time with Morgan. The next few days were gonna be chaotic and busy.

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Sunday

Pensacola, FL

Fatu Family Home

Trin’s POV

“Ok! Everybody be quiet; I’m trying to hear this,” I  said as everyone was getting anxious. “I hate these shows,” Jimmy said as I rolled my eyes at him. “Well, it’s almost over,” Sofia said, curling up against Solo as he kissed her forehead. “I think Shantell has it in the bag,” Tangela said, trying to burp Joseph as he whined against her shoulder.

“Aye, gon’ burp for ya mama lil man,” Joe said, smiling as Joesph finally let out a healthy burp and passed gas. “Eww,” Cameron laughed as Joe ruffled his hair. “Hey, cut him slack, Cam; you used to do the same thing all over us,” Joe said, laughing as Cameron shook his head.

“No, I didn’t, Uncle Ooah,” Cameron said, frowning. “Yes, you did, son, sometimes with a little vomit mixed in,” Solo said, laughing at the grossed-out look on his son’s face.

“Did Mama win yet?” Joshua asked, coming out of the kitchen with Morgan, who jumped in Joe’s lap.” Not yet, but it’s coming, buddy,” Joe said as Morgan grabbed his face. “She has to win! Tee tee is the best ever, Daddy!” Morgan exclaimed as Joe laughed at her enthusiasm.

 “I think she will win, baby,” Joe reassured her as we waited anxiously as the camera began panning to the nominees.

“Don’t they look good ya’ll,” Tanya said, holding Jeyla, who had fallen asleep in her lap. “They look amazing; never in a million years did I ever think I’d see my son sitting in the front row at the damn Oscars,” Sandra smiling at the TV as the camera zoomed in on Shantell and Jey in the front row as Jey kissed Shantell’s hand.

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Oscars

Arena NYC

Shantell’s POV

“I’m so nervous, I mean, are we really here,” I said to Jey as he smiled at me. “You are here, and you deserve to be here; never forget that,” Jey said, leaning over and stealing a kiss.

And the winner for best director in a motion picture is…Shantell Fatu! For Time Waits For No One, Idris Elba said as I closed my eyes in disbelief as I felt Jey gently taking me by my hands, lifting me out of my chair.

"You did it babe” Jey whispered as I kissed him passionately. “ I love you," I said as he held me tight. “I love you more,” he whispered in my ear.

“This is Shantell’s first nomination and the first win,” I heard the announcer say as Jey assisted me up to the podium before walking back down. After hugging Idris, I was finally handed my Oscar. I looked it over in disbelief, trying to process what was happening.

“Thank you all so much,” I whispered into the microphone, trying not to cry as I saw the crowd standing on their feet, clapping as I locked eyes with Jey as he placed his hand over his heart.

“Can you believe this,” I whimpered into the microphone, looking at him as he nodded at me. “Hell yeah, I can cause you amazing baby!” He yelled as I shook my head at him, finally letting the tears flow.

“This is so surreal right now,” I said, looking around the room as the audience began to calm their applause and take their seats. “I would like to thank God, for without him, none of this is possible, and I would like to thank my mom. She’s always been my number one fan and always pushing me to be the best version of me,” I said as the crowd applauded.

“I made a decision a little over two years ago that has brought me to this moment, and I just have to say to my family watching at home, I love ya’ll so much, and thank you for always having my back. To my husband, I know you don’t like all the attention on you, but I have to tell you how much I love you, Joshua. I couldn’t have done any of this without you,” I said, smiling at him as he kissed me. “I’m so proud of you!” he shouted as I wiped my tears.  

“You said a few minutes ago that I did it, but baby, we did this,” I said, holding my award high in the air and pointing at him. The crowd applauded as he smiled brightly at me. “To my babies Joshua and Jeyla, mama loves ya’ll so much, and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,” I said, blowing them a kiss into the camera.

“Before ya’ll start the music and push off the stage, let me just leave you with this. Remember, dreams are a starting point; the first no or disappointment doesn’t mean it’s the end. Keep pushing and hold on to your dreams. Thank you all and goodnight,” I said, waving at the crowd before walking backstage.

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Fatu Family Home

Trin’s POV

“Mommy said my name!” Joshua said, jumping in Jimmy’s arms as he laughed, hugging Joshua tight. “She sure did, my Lil Uce,” he said as I smiled, looking at them both so happy. I knew he would be a great dad someday, and I couldn’t wait. Moments like this made me want to retire and have this man’s babies.

“You ok sweetie,” Sandra asked, grabbing my hand as I smiled at her. “Yeah, Mom, I’m fine,” I reassured her as I saw the apprehension in her eyes. “Ok, kids, time for bed,” Tanya said as Cameron groaned. “Do we have to?” Morgan whined as Joe scooped her up in his arms.

“Yes, it’s past your bedtime,” he said, tickling her as her loud giggles squeezed my heart. “Ok, Daddy,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her upstairs, with Cameron and Joshua following close behind them.

“I don’t see how you do it,” Solo said, helping his mom clear off the dining room table. “Son, I took care of you and your brothers. I can handle a little sleepover,” Sandra said, laughing as Tanya bumped her fist. “We live for this type of stuff to spoil them all,” Tanya said as Sofia smiled at them.

“We appreciate you both for it; I think I can vouch for Tange and Shan when I say them kid breaks be hittin’,” Sofia said as Tangela laughed. We continued to enjoy the rest of the show joking with each other. All that was missing was Jey and Shantell.  

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Two Days Later

WWE Headquarters

Jey’s POV

“Dr. Andrews, thanks for coming all this way on such short notice,” Paul said as he sat with WWE’s personal surgeon Johnathon. “It was my pleasure, and thanks for setting me up in a hotel,” Dr. Andrews said as I gripped Shantell’s hand tighter as she looked at me with a comforting smile.

We had spent practically all day at the hospital doing more tests, and it was time for the verdict.

“So, what do you think doc” I asked finally finding my voice as I felt Shantell caressing my hand.

“I know we have put you through the wringer today, and I must be honest with you; everything looks good. Your back looks amazing,” Dr. Andrews said as I heard a tiny, exhausted sob escape Shantell’s mouth as I pulled her close, kissing her temple as she laid her head on my shoulder.

 “Are you sure?” I asked, afraid he was about to dash my hopes. I was afraid I would wake up from this dream any minute.

“I agree with Dr. Andrews, the surgery worked, and your back looks great. Now, that doesn’t mean steam forward with a full schedule or start doing crazy dangerous things. It means work smart, not hard,” Johnathon said as Paul smiled at me.

“So, I can wrestle again?” I asked, looking at them with anticipation. “Yes, Mr. Fatu, we think you can move forward with a return,” Johnathon said. I felt free. “I told you it would be ok, baby,” I whispered to Shantell as she smiled.

“You sure did, baby, you sure did,” she said as I took her face in my hands, kissing her with everything within me as I heard Paul clearing his throat, smiling at us. “Sorry, boss,” I laughed as Shantell blushed.

“It's going to be good having you back in action, Jey,” Paul said, extending his hand as I shook It eagerly.

“Thank you so much, Paul; I won’t let you down,” I said as he pulled me into a hug. “Welcome back to the action, Uce,” he said as I nodded too overcome with emotion to speak.

Shantell’s POV

“Thank you, God,” I whispered, looking at Jey and Paul hugging as Dr. Andrews gave me a hug. “He will be fine; just be there for him like you always are,” Dr. Andrews whispered as I tried to let everything sink in as I saw Jey on the phone with Jimmy. “Bro, I’m back!” Jey exclaimed as I heard Jimmy screaming through the phone.

“So, do I get a hug, Mrs. Oscar winner?” Paul asked smartly as I rolled my eyes but practically ran into his arms. “Thank you so much,” I cried as he held me close. “It’s no problem; we are glad to have him back,” he said, looking over at Jey, who looked like a little kid smiling while talking to Jimmy on the phone.

“I need to apologize for how everything went down Shantell,” Paul said as I shook my head at him. “It’s water under the bridge Paul, I know it wasn’t you and I’m not mad,” I said honestly as he smiled sadly at me.

“I should have put my foot down with Vince and fought to keep you on,” he said as I smiled at him. “Nah, everything happened how It was supposed to, Paul and I’m good with it,” I said, trying to get him to understand.

“Maybe one day I can get you back here where you belong. I guess for now, I will settle for watching you do awesome things,” he said as I laughed.

 “Well, stranger things have happened, so never say never,” I said, patting him on the shoulder before going to sit beside Jey, putting my head on his shoulder.

“So, are you ready for all this?” I asked as he kissed the top of my head, intertwining our fingers. “I’ve never been more ready, baby,” he said, rubbing my shoulders.  It was really happening Main Even Jey Uso was back in the game.

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Pensacola FL.

Jey & Shantell’s House

Shantell’s POV

“I’m glad we decided not to sell the house,” I said, walking around the downstairs foyer, longing to return here again to live.

“About that, I wanted to ask you something,” Jey said as I turned, giving him my undivided attention. “How would you feel if we moved back?" He asked as I screamed and jumped in his arms as he laughed.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he whispered against my ear. “It’s a hell yes!” I cried as he gently kissed my neck, holding me close. “Daddy, are we staying?” Joshua asked, coming out from his old playroom holding Jeyla’s hand.

“Yea, buddy, we are,” Jey said as Joshua hugged and kissed Jeyla in excitement as she began whining. “We moving back, Jeyla!” Joshua said, taking off and running upstairs to his old room.

“Come on, lil mama,” Jey said as Jeyla ran as fast as her little feet could carry her as he scooped her up in his arms. “Lord, she has you wrapped around her little finger,” I said, smiling at her, hugging him tight.

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One Month Later

Pensacola Fl,

Ring Rust

“I can’t believe they sent a ring,” I muttered, looking around at the building and ring they had purchased so Jey could get back in ring form far away from prying eyes. We had moved back to Florida but kept the house in Atlanta. It would make for a good vacation spot. Jey has been happy but also incredibly nervous, and it was showing in his ring work.

“Why you bumpin’ scared?” Joe asked Jey as he sat in the corner, nursing his water.  “I got to get back in the groove, is all,” Jey said as Jimmy rubbed his shoulder in support. “We got two months until the Rumble; I think you will be ready,” Solo said, shooting him an encouraging smile.

“Daddy is a little scared, Jeyla,” I said as she smiled at me. “Go, Daddy!” she exclaimed, pointing at him as he smiled in her direction. “You heard what the little lady of this family told you,” I said, smiling at him as it seemed to boost his confidence.

“You ready to again?” Jimmy asked as Jey began running the ropes faster and took a beautiful bump, then nipped back up. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” Joe said proudly. “It’s like riding a bike, you don’t forget that shit,” Jimmy said, smiling at Jey as I felt a sense of pride knowing they were going to work very hard to make sure Jey was ready.

I saw Joe get out of the ring and head towards me, reaching for Jeyla, who, with a smile, reached for her uncle as he put a towel on his shoulder so he wouldn’t get sweat on her. "So, how is he doing?" I asked as he smiled at me. "He’s doing good; we just got to stop him from hesitating,” Joe said, playing with Jeyla. “I think he’s a little scared about his back,” I said honestly, looking at him and Solo chain wrestling on the mat.

“Do you ever miss it, Joe?” I asked as he looked back in the ring. “Sometimes I do, but I would miss Tangela, Morgan, and Joseph more,” he said as I smiled at him. “I retired because I wanted to be home and not travel so much. I mean Tangela’s business is booming and I’m just enjoying the fruits of my years of labor. So, I’m good baby mama,” he said as I laughed.

“Damn, I thought that nickname wasn’t gonna hold up,” I said, laughing at him.

 “Hey, I told you before you had Joshua; that was your new nickname. I meant that,” he said, kissing Jeyla on the cheek before giving her back to me. I turned after hearing the door alarm go off as Sandra and my mom entered.

“Hey, Thelma and Louise,” I said, laughing at them as they rolled their eyes at me. “Don’t talk about us; all ya’ll girl gon’ be the same way,” my mom said, laughing as I smiled at the thought.

 “We came to get Jeyla; we knew today was going to be hard on Josh,” Sandra said, looking at her son in the ring, trying to regain his confidence. “Ya’ll don’t have to, mama,” I said as she shushed me. “Ya’ll are home now, and you have help. Use it because you ain't got to do it alone, Shantell,” my mom said, taking Jeyla, who was struggling to keep her eyes open.

“See, my baby is sleepy,” Sandra said, pointing at Jeyla as I nodded in agreement. “We are taking her with us to get Joshua also; we’re going for pizza, then back to my house to watch a movie,” my mom said, leaving no room for discussion.

“Thank you both, it means a lot” I said, knowing it was just better to just let them do their thing. “Sweet dreams, sweetie,” I whispered, giving Jeyla a goodbye kiss as they snuck out before Jey saw them.

The guys continued to work with Jey for two more hours as I watched his confidence grow, and he performed his move set a little better. These next few months were going to fly by quickly, and I was finally getting excited about the Royal Rumble.

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Royal Rumble 2028

Madison Square Garden

Shantell’s POV

“I love you, and please be safe,” I whispered as Jey embraced Jeyla and me. “I promise, and I love ya’ll he said, giving me a chaste kiss before kissing Jeyla on the cheek. I could see his nervousness as he approached the curtain and began pacing.

 I stayed by the monitors outside Gorilla, wanting to avoid watching with the crowd gathered at the other monitors and TVs in Gorilla.  I wish I could see Joshua’s face when he sees Jey come out. Trin and Tangela were out in the crowd with him, enjoying the show.

“Who will be number thirty!” Cole screamed as the crowd began to count down. “10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1!” beep 

UUUUSSSSOOOO!!

Aye, aye Main event Jey Uso is now in your city! Yah hoo!

“It can’t be! Is it! OMG it’s Jey Uso!” Micheal Cole screamed as I saw Jey bouncing out into the arena amped up and overcome with emotion as he stopped to take in the crowd.

It's just me Uce (Okay) Day one ish It's just me Uce Day one ish It's just me Uce (Okay)

“Mama, no cry,” Jeyla said as I cried softly, trying not to draw attention to myself as I watched Jey walk slowly down the aisle.  “Mama it otay,” Jeyla said, trying to wipe my tears as I smiled at her.

“Look at Daddy, sweetie,” I said, pointing at the screen as she pointed and cheered, “Yay, Daddy!” She yelled as I held her close.

Jey’s POV

“Holy Shit, I’m here; this is really happening,” I muttered, looking around at the sea of people. I felt like my heart was about to explode as I locked eyes with Jimmy in the ring; he was smiling at me, trying to contain his excitement.

I see the fans cheering, but I can’t hear it. It was almost like everything was happening in slow motion as I spotted Joshua in the crowd, with Trin jumping up and down in shock as I winked at him. “I got this, I can do this. I was born to do this,” I whispered, finally sliding into the ring.

Shantell’s POV

“Jey Uso just speared the Miz,” Cole shouted as I smiled through my tears. “Miz has been eliminated, and now we are down to Brock Lesnar, Seth Rollins, and Jey Uso!” Wade said as Seth and Jey double-teamed Brock.

“He looks amazing,” Joe said, sitting beside me as I wiped my tears. “Yes, he does, almost like he never left,” I said, looking at him doing his thing in the ring. “ Seth Rollins has been eliminated! Jey Uso is so close to making history,” Michael Cole said as Jey and Brock began to circle each other in the ring as the crowd began clapping in anticipation of what would happen next.

“Fuck, that was stiff,” Solo said, walking over to us, looking at the monitor as I cringed at the suplex Brock had just given Jey. “I swear if he’s careless and hurts him, I will kill him,” I said honestly, watching Suplex Jey again.  

“Calm down, he’s good, look at him,” Solo said, pointing to Jey delivering a superkick to Brock Lesnar. “Down goes Lesnar!” Cole shouted as Jey walked around the ring, amping the crowd up.

 Jey bounced off the ropes, jumping into the waiting arms of Brock Lesnar, who threw him viciously over the top rope. “Brock Lesnar is going to WrestleMania!” Wade yelled as the fireworks started going off as they panned to Jey smiling on the floor, just enjoying the moment.

“Brock Lesnar is going to WrestleMania, but the bigger story here is Main Event Jey Uso is back! Two years ago, he suffered a career-ending back injury in this same building, but tonight It’s redemption for Jey Uso.  Jey Uso is back and better than ever,” Cole said as I cried softly, trying to get myself together as Joe rubbed my knee.

“He’s ok, Shantell,” Joe said, reassuring me as I nodded, wiping my tears as I stood up, watching Jey grab Joshua from the crowd as they walked back up the aisle as Brock was still celebrating.

 Applause rang out as Jey and Joshua came through the curtain. Jey immediately dropped to one knee and began praying. “Go to him, Shan,” Joe said as I shook my head no, “I want him to see everyone else first. I know they are going to shove the camera in his face,” I said as Joe pushed me forward and took Jeyla, who had fallen asleep in my arms.

“He needs you, not their praise; they can wait,” Joe said as I walked closer to the crowd that had formed around him welcoming him back. I saw Jey looking around as his eyes finally found me, and he smiled.

He began pushing through the crowd with Joshua as I ran to meet them, and he engulfed me in a huge hug. “I’m so proud of you,” I whispered as he held me tight. We did it, Shan, we did it,” Jey whispered as I held him tighter.  “How do you feel?” I asked as he smiled at me, contemplating my question.

“I missed this chaos, and I’m ready. Are you ready for this?” he asked softly as I laughed into his shoulder. “I’m ready for anything as long as we’re together,” I reassured him. Tonight, Jey was restarting his journey, and I knew we could do it together even though it wouldn’t be easy.

What was next for me, I didn’t know; maybe I would come back and put Paul out of his misery.  One thing I knew for sure was Main Even Jey Uso was back, and I couldn’t wait to see what the future held for us as we travel through this thing called life.

The End

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First Glance (First Part)

Anakin was wandering the halls of the Jedi Temple, looking for nothing in particular. His eyes scanned the marble and granite flooring, walls and ceiling. The mere patterns of the natural rocks brought a feeling of serenity to his soul.

Anakin was so caught up in admiring the natural beauty of the decorative suit of the Temple, that he did not notice you in front of him, also grazing the hallways at this late hour. "Oh, hello." You greet him softly, nearly running into him. His head snaps to you, his padawan braid jerking violently as his head turns to you. "What are you doing up?" He asks, his voice apprehensive. He didn't recognize you. "I'm a Padawan," You tell him, attempting to reassure his apprehensiveness. "Of who?" Anakin demands, his eyebrows knitted together.

"Mace Windu." You say simply, gazing at the young teenage boy with an air of interest and immense curiosity. At your words, he relaxes. "I'm Anakin Skywalker, padawan to Obi-Wan Kenobi." He smiles at you. "Oh? I'm Y\N." He nods, listening attentively to your words. "So, what are you doing out this late?" Anakin tilts his head, curiosity entering his tone. "I couldn't sleep." You gaze at him, trying to gauge him. He nods once more. "You?" He smiles. "I find myself coming back to these hallways to think." He begins walking down the halls again, beckoning you to follow. "About what?" You question, walking alongside him. He shrugs. "Anything. It's easy to get lost in my thoughts." You nod understandingly. "Do you come down here often?" He inquires, wanting to start a conversation as he walks.

"Yeah, whenever I can't sleep or need to think." You sigh. Anakin stops and turns to you, showing you the view of Coruscant through the windows. The sight takes your breath away, barely any speeders in the sky, the millions of stars in the sky, the few lights of people's houses. "Wow. You never really appreciate something until you see it up close." Anakin stands next to you. "I'm actually from Tatooine." He analyzes you. "Oh, really?" You glare at him, curiosity pushing you to ask more, but also wanting to examine the city. "Yeah. I and my mom worked for a Toydarian. We were sold to him. But then Obi-Wan's master, Qui-Gon came, and he freed me."

You process this information as Anakin focuses on the lights and midnight beauty of Coruscant. "What's it like being Master Windu's apprentice?" He queried. "I like to imagine it's normal. I mean, he's frank and always speaks his mind. Believing there is room for improvement at every turn." Anakin smiles. "Obi-Wan is overly critical, I don't think he realizes I'm actually ahead of him in many ways." You gazed at him, a slight smile on your face. "I think all masters are like that at times." A fond smile spreads across your lips. "It always frustrating when they focus more on your flaws rather than your perfections." Anakin gazes at you, his eyes understanding and clearly knowing what you mean through experience.

"It's upsetting." He chuckles. You nod, snickering. "It sure is. But, how would we learn otherwise?" Anakin sighs. "Yeah. I guess it is going to be how I teach my padawan, and it makes sense, but it's frustrating." Looking down, Anakin fiddles with his fingers, seemingly sucked into thought. "Well, I'm going to turn in. Nice meeting you, Anakin." You smile at him before walking back to your quarters. Anakin watches you go, feeling a sense of friendship between you both now. And with that, he's content. A new friend.

On your way into your room and settling yourself in to sleep, you grin at the notion of knowing you got to meet someone today. Someone both unusual and quirky, but unique from the boringness of just being a padawan. Satisfied with that, you close your eyes.

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Grippy

Man I’m so pissed that this is gonna be my first post but I have GOT to break my silence for Grippy. I need to know why these cheeks hit the fucking airwaves. She a ten piece like a mcnugget. What else can I really say? We’re talking about Grippy by Cash Cobain & J. Cole.

I’m not usually going to dive into the lyrics this much, but something about this song broke me. Every bar is straight ass and I’m compelled to talk about it. Grippy. I’m also going to be much more organized than this, but I’ve lost my. Fucking. Grippy. On what semblance of sanity I retain.

The song starts immediately with a dull ass beat and J. Cole briefly describing the progression of a relationship between him and a girl.

“She like my kick game

And when you know me, you don’t kick game

I put her front row at the Knick game

Now she in my phone with a nickname”

Unfortunately for us all, after a line where it seems like he’s actively trying to come up with said nickname because he’s just saying “it’s, it’s, ummm”, he tells us that she’s down in his phone as Grippy. Why? Don’t worry, he guides us through his thought process, just in case we were lost.

“Grippy, I call her that ‘cause it’s grippy”

What else, Jermaine?

“She thick in the hips, she a hippie

And she thick in the lips, she gon’ lick me”

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“When she see me, she say she gon’ strip me

She gon’ chew on this stick like it’s Wrigley’s”

I don’t want to know that, Jermaine.

I don’t know why he thought this next bar would be a reasonable thing to say, but he also just said he wanted Grippy to gnaw on his wood like a beaver so I think dude was just operating on some real hell dimension vibes.

“She said she was gay until I slayed

Now she strictly dickly”

There’s no bars of noteworthy ass past this point from J. Grippy pages him and he hits 150 to get there, running Hollywood Cole a $100 base fine for speeding if the Grippyverse takes place in Cali. He has a Grippepiphany. We learn that Grippy is wet. Cole introduces Sabrina and Tiffany and they only pass one third of the Bechdel test. After he states that he “tryna see how that glove gon’ fit” (this is what OJ died for) and that he “wanna feel like [he] touchin’ [Grippy’s] kidneys”, he offers to take her kids to Disney.

That was utterly terrible, but we’re not done. You fucking buffoons have sorely neglected the real villain of this track: Cash Cobain.

“I wanna kill it like rest in peace

Eat on that pussy like it was a recipe”

So far, not worse than Grippy. A real Trojan Horse of pussy verses. How bad could it get?

We have a brief respite while Cash fucking rambles while saying random women’s names, but then he throws us one of his best bars on the song:

“You piss my bitches off like a potty”

More woman rambling. He wants to make Jess a mess, he has something he must confess, he wants to see her undress and is about to send her his address. He wants to fuck Millie ‘til she’s dizzy, and wants her to “suck it sloppy, make it spitty”. Finally, while still addressing poor Spitty Millie, he delivers his magnum opus:

That’s all lots of unpack, and we can truly only scratch the surface. The Grippyverse is immense, and I was certainly overwhelmed by Marvel-level character buildup clogging the narrative artery. Grippy, Sabrina, Tiffany, Destiny (rest in peace), Pregnancy Scare Shanti, Zari, Mia, Jada, Mash Potatoes Kayla, Good Vagina China, Shy Niyah, Toni Macaroni, Polisher Lexi and a possible second Destiny, Marni and her immense conflict, Jess the Mess, and Spitty Millie are all introduced in the freakiest fucking four minute role call I’ve heard to date. How do they relate to each other, if at all? We know the first three are friends, as Cole state’s he thought the whole clique was bad but liked Grippy the best. Are the two Destiny’s aware of each other? Did Polisher Destiny murk Destiny Rest In Peace to take her place? Why doesn’t Cash want to talk to Marni? What did she do to piss off bitches like a potty? Why is the beat so fucking boring?

I haven’t touched on how the song sounds. It sounds the same. The whole song sounds like a trickle of consistent noise. The beat is boring as shit and remains boring as shit the whole run. I listened to the song a few times to really get a feel and kept forgetting it was on once I began to ignore the lyrics.

The one ounce of joy I derived from this song were the initial Genius annotations that were later replaced by people just desperately trying to make sense of this pile of wet sawdust by explaining the potty bar, and what a pager was. “UNC FREAKY” was a much better thing to read than exposition on why Jermaine Lamarr Cole immortalized some poor woman as Grippy, which was readily evident within context.

My Final Rating of Grippy

Lyrics: 2/10

One point awarded for the potty bar. I won’t explain myself. Another point awarded out of respect for Destiny Rest In Peace (peace be upon her, Amen)

Vocals: 5/10

Literally just so average. Nothing special and nothing terrible, and just not worth giving anything other than an average score.

Sound: 5/10

Once again just so infuriatingly bland. Absolutely nothing special about it whatsoever, for better or worse.

Overall Score

Averaging my numbers equals out to

But I will not tarnish my good name by rating this hot bowl of mac n cheeks so high, so it gets a

[aethersea]

📓!

There’s an atla au of star wars that I have tried so hard to bend into a shape that I can actually write, but alas, all I have are ideas. This is the one that’s in the wips folder as Everything Changed when the Clones Attacked, which is ironic bc I cannot for the life of me figure out what to do with the clones. Maybe they’re being brainwashed at Lake Laogai? Or something???

Anyway. The story has two parts, prequels and sequels. Details under the cut, because this got a bit long.

In the prequels, the elderly Master Yoda of the airbenders is Avatar, and in his old age he’s stopped traveling the world and instead dispenses his wisdom from one of the great Air Nomad temples, nestled deep in the mountains where only Air Nomads can reach. He’s unofficial leader of the council of Air Nomad elders, which is….not great, really, not how things should be, but it’s mostly been okay. He’s been a good avatar overall, and it’s only in later years that he’s leaned so heavily toward the Air Nomads, and really none of this is enough to push the four peoples truly out of balance. 

Our story starts with Qui-gon Jinn, an airbending master traveling with his apprentice, helping a besieged queen from a minor Earth Kingdom escape her city. (I saw a post once asserting that the Earth Kingdom is actually a collection of largely autonomous kingdoms that all loosely recognize the authority of the Earth King in Ba Sing Se, and I like that a lot, so that’s the worldbuilding I’m going with here.) Qui-gon agrees to take Queen Amidala to the Avatar’s council to beg their aid. 

Along the way, they encounter a young boy living with his mother. The boy can do a bit of earthbending—and also a bit of waterbending, and a bit of airbending, and a bit of firebending. Which is impossible, because Avatar Yoda isn’t dead, but there he is, bending all the elements anyway.

I don’t think there’s slavery in the atla universe, but we could probably get away with indentured servitude of some kind, and Qui-gon acquires Ani in much the same way as he does in canon. He takes him to Avatar Yoda—and Yoda rejects him. Says, essentially, “This is weird as hell but it’s also not my problem.” (Frankly I can’t come up with an actual good reason for Yoda to do that, but just go with me here.) So Qui-gon angrily responds that if the Avatar won’t take responsibility, he will, and then gets himself enmeshed in Amidala’s political problems to boot. 

And then he dies.

Something something evil emperor, yadda yadda you know the drill. (Though I think the empire isn’t going to be the Fire Nation, despite the thematic appropriateness of fire spreading unchecked to consume all in its path. Palpatine is gonna usurp the Earth King, I think, and I do feel the prequels’ themes around entrenched systems with deep flaws, which are too big to fight as individuals and too implacable to change, will fit well with atla themes around earth.)

The sequels portion of things is even less plotted out. All I know is that Luke grows up in the same nameless patch of Earth territory his father grew up in, and he doesn’t actually discover he can waterbend until he’s practically an adult. It’s a shock to everyone—except, somehow, weird Old Ben who lives in the desert, who tells him that the next Avatar is supposed to be a waterbender, and won’t explain why he’s so convinced Luke is that Avatar given that he’s pretty emphatically not from the Water Tribes. 

Luke is finally convinced when he manages to airbend, under Old Ben’s suspiciously skilled tutelage. He can’t pull off any other elements, though, so they go off on a road trip to that swamp where you see spirits, to try to reach the past Avatars and get some guidance.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to both of them, Leia has grown up knowing she can firebend. This is kind of an alarming skill for the princess of an Earth Kingdom to have, and even more alarming given that she’s already an earthbender. So she’s kept it secret, and no one but her parents has ever known.

They can meet in some way analogous to the Death Star raid in A New Hope, idk I have zero plot in mind here. The point, as far as I’m concerned, is that the Skywalkers have fundamentally broken the Avatar cycle. Anakin shouldn’t exist, and yet he does, and he was born while Yoda was still alive. If he hadn’t existed, the next Avatar would be a waterbender, and that’s Luke—except he’s from the Earth Kingdom. If Anakin is a true Avatar, then the next one would be an earthbender, and that’s Leia—only then she shouldn’t have been born until after Anakin’s death. Nothing makes sense! Even Yoda and all the other past Avatars together have no goddamn clue what is going on!

Imagine their consternation when they discover that neither Luke nor Leia is the Avatar: it’s actually both of them together. Luke has air and water, Leia has earth and fire; Luke can visit the spirit world and be the bridge between humans and spirits, and Leia can speak to kings and maintain the balance between the four nations. The two of them, together, can defeat their father, defeat the emperor, and restore harmony to the world.

[rutadales]

Honestly that c!Dream & c!Foolish (& c!Sam) convo is one of the best things I've ever seen. A gift from the heavens. It makes me very happy to see it being talked about and I would love if you talked about it more 😁 (feed me.)

OHHHH where to start....

I gotta rewatch that stream sometime and just break everything down line by line but for now something that always sticks out to me is how cdream talks about cfoolish and the power he supposedly holds. Long post ahead

Dream says that he wasn't sure Foolish or the vacation home was real, that the premise of "incredibly powerful person with incredible wealth living peacefully in an incredible land" is inherently unbelievable. He thought Foolish, and his home, was a myth. Which, I think Dream says for two reasons, the primary one being to provoke Foolish. Needle him into potentially giving too much away. He also does this when he calls Foolish "quackity's bitch" before ultimately changing tactics. The second one being, Dream genuinely can't believe something like that exists. Probably more in a "something sinister is hiding beneath it all" way. Foolish and everything he represents is too good to be true.

Foolish is also completely able to hold his own verbally against Dream. This isn't Dream completely powerless in the prison or Dream naive to how people manipulate conversations, this is Dream at his peak when it comes to controlling an interaction. The whole set-up is at Dream's behest. He chose to go there to talk to Foolish. He picked the location, the time, and the other party. Foolish should be playing defense, and for the most part he is. He's just reacting to Dream's confrontation.

Keep in mind that this conversation is also just a power play against cSam. Calling them friends, ordering him around, practically daring Sam to even try to treat Dream how he did as the Warden. It's all very intentional. A lot of this is to show Sam that Dream is free, and he can go anywhere he wants, even to Sam's peaceful friend who hasn't hurt anyone. And he can tell Sam's friend exactly what Sam did, and there's nothing Sam can do to stop it. The single most lasting part of this conversation is the damage it does to Sam and Foolish's relationship. They are never the same after this. I could be wrong, but I'm fairly certain this is their last canon interaction, at the very least it's one of their last.

(quick sidebar; foolish is the one Sam went to to vent about the prison, to talk about how hard it is!! foolish went from "you're a good man" to "everyone is a scumbag" I AM GNAWING AT THE WALLLS OHHH MY GOD)

But, even though Foolish is playing defense here, he instantly plays at Dreams speed. He's very quick to levee what dream's done against him while at the same time doing what almost no one has done: listen. Foolish is receptive to what Dream is saying, and isn't shutting him down on principle. I think this is something only Foolish could have done; something I've said before and will say a million times is Foolish has this incredible capacity for forgiveness and kindness in a way that no one else on the server has. He's incredibly lenient and incredibly docile. He never hits first, and never without provocation. Foolish also has no history with Dream, unlike Sapnap or Tommy or Bad or anyone else Dream could have come in contact with. He's also stronger and more present than any of the other newcomers. Keep in mind Foolish joined, and then literally the next day Dream was in jail. He just missed him.

All this to say that conversation is basically this perfect storm, both giving and conceding more than they'd like and both taking what they really want. Foolish: a potential way to avoid death, Dream: a potential safeguard against quackity. The whole thing is like a game of chess, so strategic. If giving more time, I really think there lore could have gone some awesome places. Again, dream and foolish both fear the finality of death and both had ways to circumvent it. Foolish would have gone a long with the Plan I just know it.... Alas 😔

[cxhleel108]

S7 Thots for this week: Why is everyone here actually delusional asf???

(Apologies for posting this late guys I was very tired when I started writing this…I was also high asf so be mindful of that while you read lol.)

• Oh great now #Raphne is going through shit and everyone’s gonna have to dedicate their whole life to fixing it!

• Bryson laying it on THICC this morning I know dats rightttt😛😛😛

• No seriously why ze fook are we helping them with their issues? I need these people to go back to university or wherever and take a communication course cuz y’all are clearly lacking.

• Tanya so messy for asking that. Girl you know exactly who tf it is why you lowkey telling on yourself like that?😭😭😭

• #Raphne is 100% completely done y’all omg! (Bullshit)

• NO YOU WILL NOT!

• Willow is STILL talking as if anybody give af about what she got to say. Someone get this woman a hobby I’m begginggggg.

• I love having bathing suits worth mentioning now😍

• Ain’t no way they tryna force a argument between me and my partner over this Raf and Daphne mess…bitch.

• WE DONT HAVE TO AGREE ON EVERY SINGLE THING TO BE IN SYNC THATS NOT HOW COUPLES OR HUMANS WORK!

• Talk less sir.

• Why is there always some of the girls trading jealous looks when it comes to this challenge. The point is to literally kiss everyone and y’all still be getting salty, get over it??? Maybe I’m just crazy but I would literally not care.

• Once again Willow is putting on a show for her imaginary friends and nobody in the real world is gagging.

• Wow, now all of a sudden we don’t know how to kiss each other properly because we couldn’t help another couple stop arguing over fucking sheets😕

• How am I having more chemistry with Raf than my own man? God help us.

• Omg Evan came back for me y'all😍😍😍😍😍

• Paying gems magically brings back chemistry to our couple I guess.

• Girl you deserve a 10 backwards.

• That joke bullshit…BOO! CORNY! LAME! 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅

• Bryson real lucky he’s cute or I wouldn’t allow him to be acting like a 12 year old about his feelings.

• #Raphne is back together woohoo! (They’re literally gonna break it off again as soon as Daphne founds out bout Raf’s crush)

• Don't force me to have a moment with her ew! That ho is NOT my friend.

• There’s quite literally no reason to speak to everyone about the recoupling. NO REASON!

• Outfit time!🤩

• Eat! Eat! Eat!

• Thought Bryson was finna ask us to be his girlfriend right then and there ugh I need him to hurry up.

• CAN YOU ALL LEAVE US THE ABSOLUTE FUCK ALONE LIKE GODDAMN????

• Vicky if you can see how close me and Bryson are then why would you…never mind why even ask at this point.

• Bonnie has been trying to get with Tanya since the beginning of time. Girl just give up PLEASE.

• Girl who tf is you-

• Why did we get dressed up just to go speak to 3 people???????????? Chile anyways it’s outfit time AGAIN✨

• EAT! EAT! EAT!

• LMAOOOO she's such a loser I almost feel bad...almost.

• Uma you know good and well you meant to record them boys fighting. Fuck outta here with that excuse💀

• Y'all will not let Jake REST oh my goodness.

• Oooo y’all the way Bryson is fighting for us…kinda feeling butterflies in my stomach and elsewhere🤭🤭🤭

• Everyone here is so delusional when it comes to Tanya holy fuck. Actually no, this happens every season. Why do some of these people think that just because THEY feel a good connection with MC that automatically means she wants them? Like baby that’s not how this works…

• Oh Bryson don't end half of the villa like that-

• Daphne don’t ask me if I think you and yo man gon make it niece you don’t want my answer to that lmao.

• 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥂🥂🥂🥂🥂

• Why y’all ain’t make us do a surprise dumping so we could get Willow out? WHY IS SHE STILL HERE SHE LITERALLY HAS NOTHING TO CONTRIBUTE NOW????

• Oh I can tell you how! First, we're gonna walk in there and start marveling at every single thing in the room, specifically the bed, even though we've already been in there. Then, bet y'all won't see this coming, we're gonna find a box filled with naughty things😱😱😱 After that, we get to work and all that can be registered is the feeling of our partner's soft lips and how their hands caress our body in every place possible and then after a while we both reach our climax at the same time. Then our partner says they love us blah blah blah, we get some text about what's happening tomorrow and it's prolly the baby challenge or something equally stupid and ridiculous, and then we cuddle up and go to bed.

• If everything I just said is in next week's hideaway scene, everyone who likes this post owes me $10. I'm just playing, we all know everything I said is definitely happening. Keep your money💖

[jestershark]

if you say "i like everything except country and hip-hop"

there was a post going around a while ago which had people justifying why they don't listen to black music and rap and it pissed me off so i made a baby's first rap playlist.

some personalized recommendations below the cut

Being An Ally (tm) means complaining about racism and also Pushing The People You Are In Community With To Do Better. so I've compiled a list of excuses I've heard people make and some songs to counteract those excuses.

so i went through the post and then some reddit/quora responses for "why don't you like black artists" and "why don't you like rap"-- the general answer for lots of these is "you have uninterrogated racism and bias and you aren't working on fixing that"

so while i don't think a lot of these excuses are like, good excuses, I'm going to go down a list of excuses and recommend some starter songs

i think a lot of White Kids have this response of "i like everything except rap and country", but black musicians make every kind of music! rap itself has a ton of variation-- it's not just mumble rap and gangsta rap, there's tons of artists with different voices, different styles, and different results. (honestly a lot of you would like backpack rap and nerd rap. i see you)

here's my list

"I like music with good lyrics"

try out doechii

By the time you hear this I'll have taken on another form The way I been snappin ya'll gon end up my children of the corn I think I've adapted to all of the cannibal savages I feel a Possession in this session I need a catholic to Assess it Come and bless it Then undress it

mf DOOM is a favourite for a fucking reason:

There's four sides to every story If these walls could talk, they'd probably still ignore me Contemplate war over a cup of warm coffee It's really getting gory, tell your problem to Maury

Don't bore V with the "Glory, hallelu-ey" Crews be like, foo-ey he's just a buncha hoo-ey I knew he had new G, who he? Viktor Vaughn He had a new sicker song, I think he call it "Lickupon"

like 90% of hiphop is just incredible lyricism and puns. what's not to like.

"rappers just write about drugs and violence"

writing about violence well is art! this song is art:

this song talks about violence, does that make it bad? unrelatable? why does it do that?

also if you like music that has INSANE lyrical flexibility, please listen to this:

"i only like music if i can somehow tie it to my ocs"

everything is going wrong in my oc's life and they're barely keeping it together:

"i like strings and traditional instruments"

this baseline + godzilla sampling is so good-- listen to how they pass the verses back and forth!

this whole album is a master class in good sampling and i really recommend it!

"i like kpop"

here's a rap song with miku in it

"i like gay music only"

there are SO MANY gay rappers and hip hop artists, so many. do you deny the internet? this song by ilovemakonnen is extremely Gay Love. here's a song about being a huge lesbian.

here's a huge playlist: find SOMETHING. here's a bunch more.

"Most all rappers sound the same", "the beats nearly all the same", "Not a whole lot of melodic value to rap" , "Most modern rap is crap with no actual musicianship or storytelling", "Because rap is hedonistic, narcissistic, misogynistic and worst of all violent."

ok go through and listen to what I've linked above. do those all sound the same to you? think about why. think about what you like about other music, and what it might be about this music in particular that you don't like.

if you listen to a song by tupac, or snoop dog, or any other 90s rapper, their music is the cornerstone of all of modern music. including country. including kpop. including stuff that's far away from any other music. without hiphop and rap you don't have like. half the other genres that currently exist, and the other half have no reason to evolve or change.

"I just don't like their vocal timber"

you're racist. find jesus.

A final word:

listen to critics who say this stuff better than i can-- and i guarantee these are fun youtube videos to watch by creators who Are Good At Their Jobs

the rap critic

fd signifier

foreign man in a foreign land

khadija mbowe

princess weekes

bonus some of you should watch this video and this video

[orcboxer]

Re that post about elemental planes of x...

PLEASE tell us more about your elemental plane of language that sounds awesome and I want to know everything.

Depending on who you ask, the Atrament could be a place, a form of matter, an entity, or an idea.

It's an infinite library, a tower reaching up towards heaven. It can show up damn near anywhere, but if you look away for even a moment it's gone. That's the trouble with planes unbound by time or space, portals never seem to last. The workers in the tower keep buildin higher and higher, tryna see how far into heaven they can reach before divine punishment puts an end to their terrible work, but what they don't realize is there ain't no gods to stop em. At this point it's been goin on for so long, the workers at the top have never seen the ground, and they never will. Even if they jump they'll die long before they stopped fallin.

It's a substance, an ink that never fully dries, never stops moving. It gets in the water, stains your hands when you're not lookin, and warps your perception of reality, or maybe it's warping reality itself, hell if I know. My great aunt used to say the construction of the tower library began when the water in the well turned black, sent everyone into a fit of terrible madness. But if the ink comes from the tower, how could it have poisoned the townsfolk before it existed?

It's a conscious entity, if you ask the preacher, and it's trying to communicate with us through our own words. That's why the church folk never stop writin, never stop fillin up that damn tower with books, even though most of the books are gibberish. Every combination of symbols can be found in that library, and it looks like it means nothing, but sometimes you'll find one with your name in it, or a snippet of a moment you swear is a dream you'd had long time ago but since forgot, and a feller can only suspend disbelief for so long before he starts to think maybe there's a larger pattern behind it all. Trouble is, everyone who believes in it thinks they know what it's tryin to say, and none of them agree. Is it god, is it a demon, is it an alien, does it want us to find it, to reach it, to kill it, to build it? Does it know we're here at all?

You ask me, it's an idea that sticks in the mind, a pattern you keep repeatin to yourself no matter how hard you try to stop, a terrible madness that set a whole town to buildin a tower that never ends and fillin it with books that never cohere yet somehow never repeat. Stranger come into town last week lookin for her friend, sayin they gone up into the library lookin for somethin and never come back. Told her we get folks like her all the time, that friend ain't real, you just got hold of a nonsense book that sounded too familiar. It's a trap, I told her, a trick of the mind tryna get you wanderin right into that old tower, and once you go in there start askin questions you ain't never gon come out. Best you forget about your friend right here and now cause the longer you think on it the less you'll understand. It starts fuckin with your brain, you start sayin shit that don't make sense, over and over until you're just a crude signal repeatin the same sentence over and over again. If you ask me, it's cause it's an idea gets in your mind and stays there. Like an obsession. It's what got this whole town buildin a tower that never ends and fillin it with books that never cohere. Somehow they never repeat though. But the people here do. Hell, you think about it for too long, ask too many questions, you just start sayin the same thing over and over like a radio signal playin the same tape over and over. Over and over and over and over. And if you ask me, it's an idea that worms its way into your mind and

[musiclover25]

The night we fell in love💫 1991

This is my first post but @mustainegf inspired me to write.

Summary: James, Kirk, Lars, Jason and Y/n go on vacation in the mountains. But when the night comes, something unexpected happens...

Warnings: fluff with a little bit of smut.

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Kirk and I have been best friends since we were kids. When Kirk joined the band “Metallica” in 1983, I met the other members. Since that day, we have become good friends. When I saw James for the first time, I immediately had a crush on him.

Today the band and I have to go on a mountain vacation. When we arrived there, we went trekking on a route.

James and I were close while Kirk, Lars and Jason were a little further away. “Fuck!” James says and I turn around seeing Lars with a snowball in his hands and I laugh.

”Don’t laugh or I’ll throw you a snowball too” Lars says but I see James throwing a snowball to him. “You’re such a motherfucker!” Lars yells “You got what you deserved” James says and we start a snowball fight.

We continued walking but it was getting dark, so we decided to lay on the ground and watch the sky. While James and I were talking, we noticed that the other three were not there.”Where did they go?” I ask “These motherfuckers left us alone” he says. “It’s better that we move from here because it seems that a blizzard is coming” James says and I nod.

As we walked, we saw a chalet and we entered. Suddenly I started shivering. “Are you cold?” James asks me “Yes, but don’t worry” I say, but as soon as I spoke he took off his jacket and put it on my shoulders.

“Thanks, James” I say. “No need to thank me” James says and starts to light the fireplace. After James has lit the fireplace I approach to warm myself.  As the blizzard was over, the sky was getting clearer.

So James and I took two chairs and sat down in front of the window to look at the sky. Suddenly a falling star appeared. ”Did you see it too?” I ask James. “Yes I did” he answers. “Did you know if you see a falling star you can make a wish?” I ask him. “Yeah, I knew that” he says. “So, did you make a wish?” I ask him. “Yeah, but I don’t think it can happen” he declares.

“So we are in the same boat” I claim. “You know, I love someone” he states. At the moment I felt my heart break in mile pieces. “Who’s the lucky one?” I ask him in a sad/curious tone. “You, Y/n” he answers.

I was shocked, I never thought he would like me. Then I see him getting closer to me and starts caressing my face with his thumb. “You know, Y/n. If you only noticed how my eyes sparkle when I look at you, you would have immediately noticed that I’m in love with you” he declares.

I take his hand and place it in my heart. “James, If only you could feel my heart beating faster for you, you would also realize that I'm in love with you too” I say and James kisses me passionately.

His lips are soft and I can’t get enought of his kisses. Then he picks me up and I squeeze my legs around his back and my arms behind his neck and gently lay me down on the couch as If I were a precious object.

While he continues kissing me, he slowly begins to undress me leaving me only with my bra and panties. ”You’re beautiful, sweetheart” he murmurs and undoes my bra and then my panties.

My cheeks become red and I try to cover myself but James puts his hand on my hands “You don’t have to be ashamed of me, babe” He says kissing me and I expose my body to him.

Then he starts to undress himself too and slowly positions in my entrance. “J-James, I have to tell you something” I say. “What’s up babe?” he asks worried “I-It's my first time” I say. “Don’t you worry, darling. I’ll be gentle” he says and starts what we both want so badly. After some thrusts he stopped because he saw my face in pain.

“Do you want me to stop, honey?” he says gently. “No, don’t worry, just keep going” I say and continue thrusting. After some minutes I feel like I’m cumming. “J-James, I think I’m gonna cum.”I say. “I’m close too, babe” he says.

A little bit later, we cum together. After we finished, he lay beside me, and kissed my forehead. “I love you so much, babe. I had the best night of my life.” James says.

“I love you too. You’re the man of my dreams”. I say, and he holds me closer to him. And after a few minutes, we fell asleep.