politics of black hair

The Black girls who u refuse to reblog are still valid and still matter.

Size 20 Black girls
Scene/alternative/nerdy Black girls
Black girls with acne or scarring
Dark skinned Black girls who aren’t fuckable to u
Monoracial Black girls with Black features
Disabled Black girls
Black girls who say “fuck respectability politics”
Black girls with 4c natural hair
Black girls who critique the Black community and the damage it has done to us..

Like. Black girls matter whether you like us or not.

Not So Boring: Part 2 (Riverdale & Teen Wolf) ~ Jughead Jones

“So wait…let me get this straight.” Jughead pointed to me, “You and your cousin are banshees,” He then pointed at Isaac, “you’re a legit werewolf,” he then points over to Stiles who was balancing spoons on his nose, “and you’re…” He trailed off.

“An idiot.” Isaac finished, causing Stiles to punch him in the shoulder only to injure himself.

We had just explained to Jughead about the supernatural and why we were really in in Riverdale after he took us to this nice little diner, with awesome milkshakes.

“Well he’s taking it a lot better than Liam did.” Stiles thought aloud and Isaac and I nodded as we thought back to when the baby beta had first become a werewolf.

“Wait. Who’s Liam?” Jughead questioned from the other side of the booth.

I rolled my eyes, “He’s another beta, like Liam. But he was turned by Scott, by accident…kind of.”

“Hey, Jughead…” A new feminine voice called out as we turned in the booth, towards the sound to see a black haired girl, a blonde haired girl, and a red-headed boy walking towards us. “Hey, new people. I’m Veronica Lodge, nice to meet you.” The black haired girl introduced, I smiled politely at her.

Veronica then pointed to the other girl who waved slightly, “This is Betty,” and then over at the boy, “and this is Archie.”

“I’m (Y/N), this is Stiles, and Isaac.” As I introduced my two friends I noticed Issac’s eyes seemed to be kept on Betty the entire time, he was watching her with soft eyes and wonder. The Lahey boy then sniffed the air, looking around.

“I smell something.” He muttered to Stiles and I causing our eyes to widen.

“What is it?” Stiles asked through a fake smile while looking at the Riverdale residents.

Isaac sniffed again, “I can’t make it out entirely. It smells like…like salt.” The three of us exchanged glances knowing we had to go and figure out where the scent was coming from.

“Hey, Stiles. Don’t we have to go and call Scott? Make sure everything is okay with him?” I asked aloud, trying to get us a gateway out of here.

“Oh yeah,” Stiles stuttered, he was a terrible liar. “The accident was hard on him.”

Betty frowned slightly while Jughead looked at us suspiciously, “Oh no. What happened?”

Isaac, Stiles, and I traded glances before Stiles and Isaac yelled out,

“He fell down the stairs.”

“He was in a fire.”

I mentally face palmed.

The two boys glared at each other before Isaac spoke again, clearing his throat, “He fell down a flight of stairs.”

“Into a fire!” Stiles quickly added, I wanted to tape his mouth shut.

Isaac gritted his teeth as he looked down at the three high schoolers, “Yes, Scott fell down the stairs…into a fire.”

I nodded, “And that’s why we need to call him. ASAP.”

“So we’ll just be right back.” Stiles said as we stood up, scooting out of the booth, the Riverdale kids watching us curiously.

“It was nice meeting you.” I addressed the three, catching Jughead’s eye as he frowned.

“See ya!” Stiles said, before practically running out of the building, Isaac and I quickly following him.

I hit Stiles on the back of his head as soon as we got outside.

“Ow! (Y/N)!” The Stilinski boy whined, cradling the back of his head.

“A fire? Really?” I questioned the boy, frowning as Isaac sniffed the air, before catching the salty scent.

“This way!” He yelled before taking off, his blonde curls bouncing, Stiles and I hot on his heels.

The Boy and the Book

Summary/Prompt: Dan is dyslexic and downloads audio books on his phone to help him read. The teacher sees Dan on his phone and confiscates it without listening, thinking it’s just another teenager with excuses for not working. Phil see’s how distressed Dan is and moves his desk over to ask what’s wrong. Phil ends up reading the book to Dan.

Word Count: 742

Warnings: dyslexia

To put it simply, Dan was dyslexic. He had trouble reading; letters, numbers, and basically any symbols often became jumbled and confused to him. It was a bit irritating sometimes knowing he’d never be able to read words like everyone else, but he managed. He wasn’t stupid by any means (he was actually one of the smartest people in his class) he was just at a bit of a disadvantage. He could read and write, he just tried to avoid it as much as he could because it oftentimes frustrated him to do so.

So if his teacher’s ever gave him a reading assignment, he’d just listen to the audio version instead. He’d find the audio book online and just listen to it- he found people reading to him to be rather soothing and relaxing. He rather enjoyed listening to audio books and it was so much less frustrating than to actually read the book himself.

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Mayday || Jinyoung

Originally posted by jackseunie

Reader (you) x Jinyoung

Word Count: 2463

Warnings: mention of abuse


two years later

“Good afternoon, America!” I heard from the TV that was being played in the dressing room. Looking ahead of me, I watched the screen through the reflection of the mirror while I was being pampered for the shoot. For a year, I’ve lived in Los Angeles and pursued the dream that I’ve always wanted. I worked hard and eventually became one of the most demanded models for top brands and magazines. Not to mention that I received an undying love of fans from all around the world. I’d never imagined that becoming famous would be both rewarding but also frustrating. Rumors, paps, and stalkers were the downside of becoming well known. However, I’ve learned to deal with it from the past that I’ve experienced.

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JUNON: Thanks to HMV Sendai for hosting MeseMoa.’s photobook release commemoration event! At this point, they successfully finished the 5th event♩There were some guests, who came to all the venues, the stuff was deeply moved by this. JUNON will keep supporting and loving MeseMoa. together with the fans!

Shirofuku: Thank you very much!! I really love JUNON (´;ω;`)(´;ω;`)

Forgeru: Thanks to everyone who came to MeseMoa. 1st Photobook release commemoration event! 🙏
It’s quite impressive, so look through it thoroughly 👀
Bye byeee, Sendai 👋

Nokkuso: it’s so obvious I was looking at Kisarin (^o^)
thanks a looot!

Please help me find someone!

Okay, so I was video chatting with someone on Omegle (ohhh). Anyways, I talked to them for about an hour. They went to go eat and I asked them if they had a Kik or whatever, and we settled on Skype. For some reason, my dumb self didn’t take a picture of his username. So I need your help to possibly find him? He was really awesome. Plus I hate the fact that I lost a fellow hockey friend from just a simple mistake. Some details that I remember from the conversation are:
•Lives in Canada
•Team is the Senators
•Majors (I believe) in engineering and economics
•We watched game four of the Senators and Penguins together (Sens lost 3-2, sadly)
•Was really nice
•Asked me where my homie went when she disappeared for a bit
•Told me some things about politics
•Had black/dark brown curly hair
•Had a beard
•I thanked him for actually talking hockey with me
•His Skype username had something to do with “cam” and “ham” I believe.

I suck with descriptions and the chances of people actually knowing who I’m talking about and having this get to him is pretty low. I know that. But can we please try? I will add a picture of myself in hopes it helps him to know who I am if this somehow gets to him.

Please spread the word.

Our Story - Jefferson (OUAT)

Requested by anonymous. 

You held tight to the cape around your shoulders as you walked through the woods, back to your house. You saw Grace playing outside, her stuffed rabbit in hand. Smiling to yourself, you decided not to worry her about what had just happened. Ever since those strange people came to visit, things had started to change. 

The girl who called herself Emma had said that they came from a different world. That you knew to be true, but you still didn’t understand how. With them, they brought strange piece of machinery, and many different styles of clothing. When you took them in, you nearly fainted.

Today, you almost fainted again. You were collecting wood for your fire, when one of the boys, barely older than Grace, came up to you. He introduced himself as Henry, and immediately began asking you questions about your life. When he was finished, he left you with one ominous tiding. 

“Someone’s trying to change your story, be careful.” He ran off again before you could ask what he meant. You hightailed it back to your home, hoping to talk to Jefferson. You dropped your cloak once you came in your kitchen, and got used to the coldness of just wearing a dress.

Jefferson came home about ten minutes later, and smiled at you happily. You smiled, too, just less than his. You stood up as he walked towards you, and placed affectionate kisses across your face. 

“Hello, love,” he said. 

“Hi!” Grace ran in and rushed into her father’s arms. He picked her up, and grinned at her, too. 

“How are my two gorgeous girls?” he asked. Grace beamed back at him, and started telling him stories of her day. You listened and nodded along. Jefferson would look over at you ever few minutes, and you would smile at him. He could clearly tell that something was bothering you, so he asked Grace to run off to her room and get a tea party set up. She smiled happily and rushed to the top of the stairs. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking at you seriously. He was frowning now. You took a deep breath and he reached for your hand, rubbing it softly with his thumb.

“Someone came up to me today. One of the boys from the other world. He told me to be careful, because someone is trying to change my story.” Jefferson furrowed up his brow.

“What does that mean?” he asked.

“I don’t know, but he seemed really worried about it.” He nodded and thought for a moment. 

“Well, let’s find out. Get your cloak.”

“What? Right now?”

“Yes. I have seen things that should be impossible, inside this hat. I have seen dark, strange magic. If this boy says you are in danger, I will take him at his word. I don’t want any harm coming to you,” he said, cupping your cheeks. You gave into his hand and smiled. He felt warm and safe.

You packed up a few provisions while Jefferson went to take Grace to the neighbors. He promised that you would be back in a few days. He came back, and picked up your bag. You put on your cloaks, and you were off. He didn’t really have a place in mind, but new that if you found the strange people, you would find your answer.

For a day, you just traveled. You slept on a hard, rocky floor, and then started walking the next day. It was nearly nightfall when you stumbled across the group. They were setting up tents of their own, and smiled when you walked up. 

“Hello,” one of the men said, a charming smile spreading across his face. 

“Hello,” you said. Jefferson nodded politely. 

“What can we do for you?” a woman, with raven black hair asked. You and Jefferson exchanged a look, coming to the agreement that you could probably trust these people.

“I’m Y/N, and this is my husband, Jefferson. Um, is there a younger boy here?” you asked, looking around the camp. The two people in front of you that were clearly a couple looked at each other and then around the camp. 

“Henry!” The same boy from before popped his head out of a tent, followed by a woman with blonde hair, most likely his mother. He smiled at you and walked forward eagerly.

“Y/N!” he said excitedly. “I knew you’d be back! What are you doing here?”

“Well, Henry, I have some questions for you. First of all, how do you know my name?”

“My book.” He ran back over to his tent and pulled out a big storybook. He rifled through it and handed the book to you, open on a page with your face in it. Jefferson snatched it from your hand before you could give it a good look.

“What the hell is this?” he asked angrily. The blonde woman stepped in front of Henry.

“Hey, watch it!” she said.

“Why don’t you let your kid explain what the hell my wife’s picture is doing in your book.” You put a hand on his chest and he let out a breath. 

“Please,” you said, looking at the blonde. She nodded and looked back at Henry. 

“In the world we come from, your lives are just stories. You, the Mad Hatter,” he said, pointing to Jefferson. “Even my grandparents, Prince Charming and Snow White,” he said, motioning to the couple from earlier.

“You’re Snow White?” you asked in shock. She nodded and smiled slightly.

“Okay. So we’re characters in a book,” you said, trying to understand it. “But who’s trying to change my story?”

“That would be August.”

“Who’s that?” Jefferson asked, getting fed up. 


“Who?” you and Jefferson asked at the same time. The blonde laughed and Henry sighed. 

“It doesn’t matter who, it matters that he’s trying to change your story. If he gets a hold of this book, he can change everything about your life. Who you are, who you’re with, everything.” You looked over at Jefferson nervously. 

“What do we do?” he asked.

“We have to find August and convince him that what he is doing is wrong.”

“How do we do that?”

“We know he’s somewhere in the Enchanted Forest,” Prince Charming said. Jefferson looked down at you and frowned. You shrugged.

“How can we help?” he asked. 

“Help us track him down,” the blonde woman said. “When he sees that you both have a life-”

“He’ll just do it to someone else,” you said.

“We’re hoping to convince him otherwise,” Snow White said. 

“And if you don’t?” No one answered that question of yours, but they all gave forewarning looks.

When you finally found August, it was nearly a week later. Jefferson had been stressed out the entire time. For the obvious reason of searching for August, and for the fact that you had to leave Grace for a while. He was the most eager to walk into the house of August. 

The house was deep in the woods, surrounded by tall, tall trees. There was a deep purple door at the entrance, that you knocked on hesitantly.

“You’re gonna knock?” Jefferson asked. You shot him a look and resisted the urge to knock the hat off of his head. 

“What would you do?” you asked. 

“Walk in.” He tried to turn the knob, but it was locked. 

“Now what?” you asked with a cocky smile, looking up at him. The door opened a moment later so you didn’t have to wait for his answer. A tall, dark haired man opened the door, a pained expression on his face. Emma stepped forward and smiled at him.

“Emma,” he said.

“Hi, August.”

“What are you-”

“You know,” she said firmly. You shifted nervously, tugging on the sleeves of your dress. He looked behind her and his eyes trailed on you and Jefferson.

“Then you know I don’t really have a choice.” He motioned down to his leg and you saw that it was entirely made of wood. You clutched onto Jefferson’s arm in shock, but he stood firm. 

“You do have a choice. You can leave Y/N out of it,” he said, stepping towards August. The other man puffed out his chest and stared at your husband. You pulled Jefferson back.

“I think we can talk this through,” you said, looking at Emma, hoping for a little logical support. She nodded.

“Yeah, come on, this is ridiculous, August. Just let us in, and we can talk about this.” He groaned but opened the door wider. You all piled in and sat awkwardly around the couch. “Why do you think you can do this?”

“It’s the only choice I have. If I can get someone to fall in love with me, I can break the curse.”

“And you couldn’t do that in traditional ways?” Jefferson asked. 

“No. Not in a timely fashion.”

“So you’ll just take that which you can’t achieve away from someone who already has it?” August shrugged and Jefferson stood up and charge him, punching him square in the jaw. 

“Jefferson!” you said, standing up and pulling him back. August held on to face as he looked at the group.

“If there was another way-”

“There is another way, August. We just have to find the tree that I was brought to our world in. If we put you in that, we can reverse it all.”

“How long should I wait, Emma?”

“Long enough for me to tell you why this is a bad idea.” He looked you up and down, and you had to stop Jefferson from trying to punch him again. “Have you ever truly loved someone?” you asked.

“Yes. I’m not heartless.” Jefferson scoffed but you ignored him.

“How would you feel if someone took that away from you? Pretty awful, right? Well, think about how terrible it would be for this other person. The person who loves you back. They have to live without you now, too.” August looked uncomfortable and was no longer making eye contact. “I know you’ve met my enthusiastic husband, but I also have a gorgeous step-daughter I would like to get home to. Please don’t do this. Let us help you in a way that doesn’t harm anyone else.” 

Jefferson took a deep breath from behind you, and you could feel how tense Emma was, just sitting next to her. August was chewing his lip, deep in thought. If he said no, you didn’t know what you would do. You thought you had made a pretty compelling case. You hoped, at least.

“I don’t have much time,” he said, mostly to Emma. She nodded.

“It’s okay. We work well on time crunches.”

“You promise you’ll help me?”

“Of course.” He nodded and looked at you.

“I’m sorry.” You smiled and looked back at Jefferson. He nodded but didn’t look at August. “Go back to your daughter,” he said, looking at you. You smiled and stood up. 

“Well that was stupid,” Jefferson said as you two walked back hand in hand. You laughed and nodded.

“If he was going to be so easy to convince I wouldn’t have joined them,” you said.

“No, it was a good thing you were there. You have a special way with people. They can’t help but love you.” You smiled up at him and he kissed your lips softly. 

“I love you,” you said. 

“I love you, too.” The walk to your house from August’s wasn’t that far, and soon you saw the familiar cottage. You breathed in the fresh air and smiled to yourself. You were finally home. 

“I’m sure Grace will love to hear this story,” you said.

“Of course she will,” he said. “It’s our story.” You beamed at him once more and tried to keep from sprinting towards your home. You knew you were home when you heard a shout.



Nakeya Janice Brown
Born: 1988, California
Currently lives/work between New York & New Jersey.
Contact: nakeyabphotography@gmail.com
Blog: nakeyab.tumblr.com

“My work is the visualization of blackness and womanhood with an emphasis on the politics of hair- one the most scrutinized components of a black woman’s body. My photographs examine the multiplicity of African –American hair through presenting it in various states whether braided, weaved, straightened, or natural. I am intrigued by its ability to communicate dual messages about a woman’s relationship to herself and to society at large. I often employ the female figure and feminine objects to render representations of black feminality and explore the changing language of beauty. Through past memories and personal observations, I use photography to examine how the racialized notion of beauty shape self-perception from a black feminist context.”

White men receiving praise for something men of colour have been doing long before white society accepted it. This has been on my mind since the popularization of the “man-bun”.

Line In The Sand - Chapter 5 (Pt. 2)

Tama Tonga/OC

Tags: @lavitabella87 @thiickreigns @x-fivefoot @macfizzle @roman-reigns-princess

Originally posted by niazha16

Sevyn ignored Tama’s sarcasm, folding her arms across her chest waiting for Pablo to return. But she got Maggie. Her smile made Sevyn’s skin crawl, she didn’t like the vibe she got from the older woman.

“Come with me. Colin’s hungry.” She demanded harshly, “I hear you know your way around a kitchen.”

“If Colin’s hungry then you go fix him something to eat. You must be out yo’ mind if you think I’m helpin’ you, Becky.”

Tama couldn’t hold back his shocked reaction, he had never heard such attitude in Sevyn’s voice. Not even when she got pissed at him for prying into her business. It was a bit of a turn on for him, suddenly he wanted more of it. Sevyn always spoke so proper so to hear her dropping letters from words was a bit laughable.

“It’s Maggie. Let’s go, he’s hungry.” She snapped her fingers at Sevyn before turning on her heels.

“Did she just snap her fingers at me, Tama? Like I’m her dog or something.”

Tama whispered for her to be nice, although he didn’t care if she was or not, and pushed her in the direction of the kitchen. He felt like this was something she needed to go through. When they got into the kitchen, Maggie was mixing in a large mixing bowl, with other ingredients scattered on the island around her. Sevyn thought about turning around but Tama pushed her further into the kitchen alerting Maggie.

“Alright so we’re gonna make him something simple,” she explained tossing a pack of soft tortillas in front of Sevyn. “Chicken wraps with Caesar dressing. He loves it.”

“You do know he’s a man, right?” Sevyn asked giving her a skeptical look.  

“By that you mean what, little girl?”

“First of all, I’m grown. Just because I’m not as old as you doesn’t mean you get to talk to me like that. Second, what I mean is he’s a man and you’re giving him a wrap for lunch. I don’t know a man that could get full off of that.”

“I think I know him enough to know what he likes and doesn’t like. He actually talks to me unlike you, his little object.”

“He talks to you huh? Well, tell me something, Becky. When is it that he talks to you? When he’s slipping out of ya bed at 3 am? Or is it when he’s shoving his dick down ya throat?”

Tama stepped closer to her, placing a hand on her shoulder to calm her down. She shook him off waiting for Maggie to open her mouth again. If Colin was going to bring her here, Sevyn would not make it easy for either of them.

Maggie slammed the mixing bowl onto the counter then pointing her long, pointy finger in Sevyn’s face. “Watch your mouth when you talk to me. I can make you disappear, little girl.” Sevyn swatted her finger from her face, stepping closer to the taller woman. “You can make me disappear? You really believe that don’t ya? Let’s think about this shall we, Becky.” Sevyn tried to contain her anger, not wanting to have too loud of an outburst but just enough to get her point across. “You think because he fucks ya, probably gives ya a little money and comes to see ya every now and again that you got some kind of pull. But let me explain something to you, you are only a piece of ass to him. Probably not even a good piece.”

“Don’t you talk to me like that. Colin and I are in love. You’re only around because he wants to give his clients something pretty to look at,” she spat flustered. Her face as red as a tomato and Sevyn loved every bit of it. Tama stood off to the side enjoying the show. Sevyn’s was finally able to get some of her feelings out. He was ready just in case things got out of hand.

“If yall are in love then why didn’t he marry you? If he thinks so highly of you why is it me that he shows off and not you? If he really cared about you then why is it that he hired me a bodyguard and not you?” Sevyn gestured towards Tama behind her then stared back at Maggie waiting for a response but only got a deep stare. “I’ll tell you why because I am his wife and he thinks everything of me. He doesn’t love me but guess what, Becky. I carry his last name, I am the one everyone sees him with, I am the one he so proudly shows off, I am the one who is entitled to any and everything that is Colin Harris. So call me a trophy, call me a possession but just make sure after all of that you call me Mrs. Harris. Got it?”

“Little girl, you are playing with fire. You just wait until I tell Colin,” she threatened again pointing her finger in Sevyn’s face. Sevyn grabbed ahold of Maggie’s hand bending it and putting a little pressure. “Keep ya finger outta my damn face. When you address me it’s Mrs. Harris or Sevyn. The next time you disrespect me you gon’ get this ass whoopin’ you deserve. Don’t fuckin’ play with me, Becky with the damaged hair.”

Maggie snatched her finger out of Sevyn’s grasp once it was loose enough then retreated to another part of the kitchen. Maggie demanded she get out of the kitchen, no longer wanting Sevyn alongside her. Sevyn had scared her to no end. Colin had told Maggie that his wife was meek and didn’t talk back. However, he had forgotten to tell her that that was with him and barely that. Sevyn wasn’t raised to take shit from anyone. Colin was just a momentary exception. Sevyn backed out of the kitchen slowly with her eyes trained on Maggie. Even though she was more than sure that she had gotten her message across to the older woman, Sevyn knew better than to think to was over. They would cross paths again and when they did it wouldn’t be pretty.

Tama followed Sevyn back to the living room, Pablo was seated in one of the chairs typing on his phone. Sevyn touched his shoulder, gathering his attention. “Let Colin know that Tama is taking me back to my dad, please.” She whispered then walked away. Pablo looked to Tama for an explanation to which Tama only shrugged his shoulders and gave a small smile.

“Do you mind if we make a stop,” Tama asked softly.

The pair had been riding in silence since leaving Maggie’s house fifteen minutes prior. He expected her to still be hype with adrenaline rushing from the interaction with her husband’s mistress. But she wasn’t. She was quiet, snuggled into the seat with her feet tucked under her and her index finger tapping against the door.

She shrugged staring out if her window. “Doesn’t matter to me. You’re the one driving, Tama.”

He smiled to himself, her vocabulary had returned to its state before she encountered Maggie, or Becky with the damaged hair as Sevyn referred to her as. Tama decided she needed to be cheered up before she went back to see her dad, there was no need for him to see her like this. While at a red light, he searched for a nearby sushi bar and drove them straight there. Sevyn was zoned out, thinking of her life. Never did she think she would be in the predicament she was in but she would do it all over again if it meant her father would live another day. Everything she did, she did it for him.

“Come on,” Tama demanded opening her door. She honestly hadn’t realized the SUV had stopped, let alone where they were. Reluctantly, she unbuckled and got out, taking Tama’s hand for help. She surveyed her surroundings and realized he was taking her to dinner.

“What are we doing here?”

“We’re here to eat, Sev. If that’s okay with you.” He laughed at her confused pout. Her facial expressions got the best of him.

“Look at what I’m wearing,” she stressed gesturing to her clothes. She wore sweat pants and a tank top figuring no one would see her but her father so she could be comfortable. “I don’t have on make up and I’m not dressed for dinner.”

“You look beautiful to me. Don’t worry about that other shit, let’s go eat.”

She groaned as he pulled her along. Since she had been married to Colin she had never gone out on public like she is with Tama. Colin would go into cardiac arrest if someone saw her looking the way she does. Sevyn was always expected to be prim, proper and gorgeous. And here Tama was defying all of that.

Tama allowed her to sit on the futon styled seat then settled beside with his arm thrown behind her. Sevyn didn’t realize it was a sushi restaurant until she saw the food that was being delivered to the other patrons. She stared at Tama as he looked over the menu that was handed to him, waiting for him to acknowledge her.

“Tama.” She nudged his thigh repeatedly. A brow rose but his eyes remained on the menu in front of him. “Tama, why didn’t you tell me this is a sushi place?”

“Didn’t think it was important.” He spoke slowly still trying to make a choice. “You know what you want yet?”

“No I don’t because I’ve never had sushi before,” she whispered. Slowly his eyes left the menu and found hers. There was a hint of a smirk on his face which only made Sevyn frown. “How have you never had sushi, Sevyn?” He asked setting the menu down in his lap. “Colin doesn’t eat it. And the friends I used to have didn’t either.” The statement about her friends set off a bulb in his head that he tucked away for another time. Right now she deserved a good time, not to be interrogated. “It’s alright. I’ll order for us,” he assured her. Just then the waiter came by for their order.

The waiter looked about Sevyn’s age, he was Japanese with shoulder length jet black hair. He smiled politely at the pair. “What can I get you all to drink?” He asked looking at each of them respectively.

“Aah, two waters. One beer and,” Tama turned to her with his brow raised, “You want a beer? Or tea or something?” She shook her head as she wrapped her arms around his bicep, leaning her head onto his shoulder. “That’s it then. Two waters and one beer, man.”

“Okay. Do you need more time to decide on your entrée?”

“We’re ready,” Tama told him passing the menu back. “We’re gonna do the Mizuumi Boat and an order of ginger shrimp.”

Once the waiter left their table, Tama took his phone out to check messages and emails. Pablo had emailed him to let him know their plan and to check on Sevyn. It was weird to Sevyn that he didn’t bother to turn his phone away from her or move away while he checked his phone. From the corner of his eye, he could see her staring at him which made him smile. They had only known each other for three days but he felt a connection to her that wasn’t just with the sex.

“See something you like?”

“Haven’t decided yet. When I have I’ll let you know though.” She joked planting a kiss on his exposed bicep. “Are you gonna show me how to hold the chopsticks?” He pushed his phone back into his pocket, giving Sevyn his full undivided attention. “I got you, beautiful. You okay?” She nodded watching the other patrons laughing and enjoying their early dinner. Before she could fully comprehend what was happening, Tama’s lips were pressed against hers. He kissed her slowly sending a shiver through her. He knew she wasn’t okay but he wasn’t going to push her. Talks of Colin were not going to ruin his time with Sevyn. While they were together she was single in his mind.

“What was that for, Tama?”

Tama leaned down to kiss her again but their drinks and food being set before them interrupted their second kiss. Sevyn’s eyes grew large seeing the large dish placed in front of them. Fish was never high on her list of appetizing dishes, seeing it raw didn’t push it any higher either. Tama leaned forward to grab chop sticks giving her no choice but to let go of him.

“It’s not cooked, Tama.”

Tama looked back at her, laughing at the worried expression of her face. It was priceless to him. “Um, that’s kind of the point, Sevyn.”

“But how are we gonna, ya know,” she bit her lip nervously.

“Eat it,” he finished still laughing. “I can demonstrate if you’d like, Sev. You just open your mouth, put the food in and chew.”

She giggled loudly pushing his shoulder. “Shut up! You know what I mean, Tama.”

“Open up,” he demanded holding a piece of sashimi out for her. Sevyn’s eyes drifted from Tama’s face to the raw fish to his hand that carefully held the chop sticks.

“Tama, I don’t know. I don’t think you’re supposed to eat that raw.”

“Trust me, baby. It’s good, just don’t think about it.”

Sevyn bit down on her lip then snatched it from its hold within the chopsticks. Her first instinct was to spit it out, it had a funny texture to her but to make Tama happy she didn’t. Just in case, she had to spit it out, she put her hand over her mouth as she chewed. Tama watched her with a goofy grin waiting for her to say something.

“So, how was it?”

“It was better than I thought. Not as slimy and all.”

After their exciting dinner, the couple rode without the radio down and windows down laughing like old friends. Sevyn had long forgot about her issues with her husband and Tama had forgotten about the anger he had built up. If Tama was being honest he was riding around, he wasn’t ready to take her to her dad’s. He didn’t want their time to end, neither did Sevyn,

Sevyn reached out to play with his hair as he drove and told her about his time in Japan. It was an interesting story, it made her feel much closer to him.

“You were a party boy, Tama? I don’t know why that’s hard to imagine,” she giggled still running her fingers through his hair.

“I’ve matured a lot since then. Now don’t get me wrong I still like to drink,” he laughed glancing at her, “But I know my limits now. I got in so much trouble though.”

“Mmm, I bet.” Their conversation died out, leaving them in a comfortable silence. Sevyn’s fingers still tangled in his hair. “Will you stay at my dad’s with me?”

“Of course. You scared to sleep without me?”

“Anyway,” she giggled, “Thank you so much for dinner.” Sevyn pulled her phone from her purse to check her phone quickly.

“Anytime,” he mumbled.


The SUV started to come to a stop alerting Sevyn. She tossed her phone back in her purse then looked up curious as to what Tama was doing. After pulling into an empty lot under a tree, Tama gave her this stare that she would never forget. There was lust in his look. It was as though he was undressing Sevyn with his eyes. The carnal desire in his eyes had aroused Sevyn to no end making her regret not wearing panties under her sweats.

Tama grabbed the back of her neck and pulled Sevyn into a kiss. She didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. His tongue dipped into her mouth and he sucked and pulled at her bottom lip. Tama’s hands traced from the back of her neck to the front of her shirt. He gripped her left breast hard then rubbed over her nipple eliciting a moan from her. Sevyn leaned back in her seat as his hand traveled down to her sweats. He slipped his hand into them, raising his brows at Sevyn when he realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. “Taking a page from my book,” he chuckled darkly and rubbed her clit with his calloused fingers. The car smelled of her. Tama pushed his fingers into her, carefully finger fucking her. His tongue moved from her mouth to her neck. He licked and sucked  there until he found her spot, there he bit and sucked hard enough to give her a hickey. Tama knew she would be upset when she realized he had given her one but he couldn’t help himself.

“Fuuuuck,” she moaned, pulling on his hair. She was so close to cumming, then he stopped. Tama quickly took his hand out of her pants and got out of the SUV.

“Where are you going?” Sevyn asked, confused and upset.

He gave her a smirk, walked around the SUV to open the passenger door then led her to the back seat.  "I’ve been wanting to fuck you since we left Maggie’s,“ he groaned laying her down. He slid off of her momentarily to pull her top, pants and shows off then his own before climbing back on top of her.  "If it hurts too much, tell me.” he said gently.

Tama bit her neck, sliding his dick into her. She was more than wet enough for Tama. So much so, his dick slipped out a few times before he was able to drive his full length into her.  A loud moan escaped her lips. It sounded of both pain and ecstasy. He slowly raised his hips, and dipped his dick back into her. Sevyn’s hands traveled from his neck down to his lower back, pushing his pelvis deeper. She needed him deeper. Sevyn moaned softly into his ear as he fucked her slowly.

“Fuck me harder, Daddy,”

After hearing that, he pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach and pulled Sevyn’s braids from their bun. Grabbing a hold of them, he pulled on the makeshift ponytail with one hand to arch her back and had his other on my back as he eased back into her. From that position, Tama drove into her. Fucking her mercilessly. Her pussy clenched on his hard dick. Beyond their moaning and groaning, the sound of their bodies smacking against one another and Sevyn’s arousal echoed in the car. Her arousal leaking down her leg and onto his.

“You’re so fucking wet, babygirl,” he groaned bringing his hand down harshly on her ass.

“All for you, daddy,” Sevyn moaned, wanting to take more of his dick.

Tama cursed to himself as he pulled out to sit on the seat then pulled her on top of him. Sevyn guided his dick back into with ease and slowly started to rock her hips agaisnt him. She sucked on his neck marking him as he did her and Tama rubbed her clit with his thumb. His dick pulse inside of her, the feeling making her scream out.

“I’m about to cum, daddy,” She moaned rolling her hips.

He gripped her hips tightly and started thrusting upwards, meeting her. “Ooh fuck, fuck,” Sevyn screamed digging her nails into his biceps.

“Cum for me, Sev,” he groaned, giving her a sexy smile. “Cum for daddy, baby,” he said sucking on her neck. “I wanna feel your pussy cum all over my dick.”

Her orgasm rose as Tama went back to rubbing her clit. Sevyn’s back arched as much as it could pushing her chest against his, and Tama continued to fuck her as hard as he could. Sevyn screamed his name as she came, pushing herself onto his dick. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her pussy clench around him. “Ah fuck I’m about to cum, baby girl,” he groaned, “You ready?” Without any other warning Tama came inside of her surprising them both. Tama wrapped his arms around Sevyn, holding her close as they came down from their orgasms.

Once their bodies had calmed enough, Tama helped Sevyn back into her clothes then put his own back on. Sevyn opted to stay in the backseat, she had never been so thankful for the SUV’s large backseat. Before Tama pulled out the empty parking lot Sevyn was asleep, peacefully. He wasn’t sure what she had done to him in the few days they had known each other but he was sure he didn’t want her or it to stop.


Tama tried waking her once they had gotten to her father’s house but she was knocked out. A small amount of drool collecting off the side of her mouth had made him laugh. He had definitely done his job, the job Colin should have been doing instead of parading her around. He carried her bridal style up to the porch, knocking lightly hoping there was a nighttime nurse there. Thankfully, for his there was.

“Go up the stairs and the second room on the right is hers, sweetheart.”

The older nurse gave him a sweet smile and a pat on a back to send him on his way. Tama was more than thankful for her kindness. She didn’t ask any questions she just sent him in the right direction.

Carefully, Tama carried her into what looked like her old bedroom. There were old posters of heartthrobs from her teenage years, old photos of her with friends and her dad on her dresser and night stand. She had a small vanity that still had make up, perfume and nail polish she used on it. An old television set atop a long dresser, directly across from it sat her canopy bed.

It looked like the bed Sleeping Beauty slept in with the veil that draped over it, pulled back and tied to each post. He pulled the covers back so he could lay her down, removing her shoes before pulling the covers up over her body.

After kissing her forehead, he retreated from the bed. He stopped in the doorway, leaning against the frame watching Sevyn sleep. She looked like the angel she is. His heart picked up pace thinking of her and how much he was drawn to her. He was attracted to her without a doubt, he liked her but he knew he wasn’t falling for her for he didn’t know her. He felt as though he was far too old to be falling for someone after only a few days. However, he knew they would have a bond that would feel like nothing else he had ever been exposed to.

“I don’t think I’ve met you before.”

Tama jumped slightly, knocking into her door. He reached out to grab it before it banged against the wall and woke Sevyn up. Owen laughed quietly to himself, finally catching Tama’s eye. Tama tried to act like her father hadn’t scared him but his heart was still in his throat.

“Didn’t mean to scare you, young man.”

“You didn’t, sir.” Tama shook Owen’s outstretched hand respectfully.

“Right so who are you, son?”

“Tama Tonga, sir. Colin hired me to be Sevyn’s bodyguard.”

Owen nodded, turning to look at his sleeping daughter. The first day he saw her in the hospital, he fell in love with her. Sevyn amazed Owen to know end growing up, whatever she put her mind to, she did. There was nothing she started that she didn’t finish.

“You like my daughter then?” Owen asked never taking his eyes off Sevyn. Tama choked a bit on his spit at Owen’s question. He didn’t expect it. “Sevyn’s a nice person but she’s married to my boss, sir.”

“That’s not what I asked you. I asked you if you liked my daughter but I already know the answer.” Tama said nothing, he just watched Owen, who was still watching Sevyn. Owen looked thin and frail to Tama like he used to be a livelier man than he is right now. It was then that Tama realized that the bastard Colin was going to let die is her father. “Her husband isn’t anyone I would have chosen for my little girl. But my girl has got her own mind as I’m sure you know. She does what she wants to at the end of the day.”

“I’ve only known her for a few days but I can tell she’s head strong, sir.”

“Yeah, that’s my girl. I know you’re still trying to process everything but I already know. All I ask of you is that you keep my girl safe. I know what kind stuff Colin has his hands in and I don’t want my girl getting’ killed or hurt over it. She’s a good girl.” Owen sighed finally tearing his gaze away from Sevyn to look at Tama. The light from the hallway illuminated both of their faces. “Promise me you’ll keep her safe, Tama. I don’t trust Colin to do it, but you,” he paused placing a hand on Tama’s shoulder, “I know you will and your reasoning will go beyond the obligation of your job.”

Without another word, Owen shuffled back to his bedroom, leaving Tama with his thoughts. Tama took one last look at Sevyn then headed downstairs to lie on the sofa. He didn’t need the temptation of having her that close to him. They couldn’t disrespect her father’s house like that, especially not after the talk Owen had just had with him.

Memoria (pt. One )

Setting: takes place over 6 months after Desierto

Characters: Sam X Claire (OC)

Warnings: some angst

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Claire watched as the man continued to remain motionless, his elbows resting on his knees as his hazel eyes stayed fixated on the eggshell white linoleum below his feet, even after she had broken the silence with the polite clearing of her throat. Claire opened her notepad and tapped her grey pen twice on its edge before shifting her right leg over the other. Just as she was about to say something a sudden exhale of breath stopped her, her mouth remaining open before she quickly shut it as the older man ran his long fingers through his salt and pepper hair causing it to stand up in the front. She blinked surprised by his sudden movements after almost an hour of complete silence. “Sam?” Claire questioned as his eyes darted from the floor to her before quickly shifting back into the hard plastic chair folding his toned arms across his chest letting out a couple puffs of air before squeezing his eyes shut tapping his heel on the floor. “Sam…i’m here to help you.
But I can’t help if you don’t talk to me”. Sam’s eyes cracked opened slightly before he quickly got to his feet. Sam was clad in a pair of grey comfortably loose lounge pants and a white tank that clung to his lean form as he made his way to the opposite wall limping slightly on his left leg the wall the same dull white as the floor. “Sam!….i’m gonna show up here every day for the next month rather you decide to talk to me or not”. Sighing heavily she ran her hand through her long black hair “wouldn’t it be polite to at least make the most of my time?” Sam turned to her resting his back against the wall “i’m not sure what….” he paused shifting from one foot to the other his eyes darting around the room before settling back on her green eyes. “What do you want me to talk about?” his voice was barely a raspy whisper as Claire leaned forward against her crossed knees “Sam you can talk about anything you want…i’m here for you…Consider me a willing ear” she smiled softly . Claire glanced down at her notes before returning her gaze to Sam who was eyeing her almost suspiciously walking back over to the chair he had previously occupied. The chair squeaked slightly as Sam slumped back in it in defeat “A willing ear!” He parroted in a monotonous whisper “Ma'am…” “please call me Claire” she cut him off with a raised hand “.
Sam stared at her for a moment emotionless before huffing out another deep sigh running his hand over his neatly trimmed salt and pepper beard "Ma'am I don’t know who I am!…I can’t remember anything prior to waking up in the hospital with tubes down my throat and rods in my leg” his voice was steadily rising as he glared at her his brow creasing as he balled his large fists “so please… tell me what the FUCK I’m supposed to talk about when I couldn’t even remember my own damn name three months ago?” Sam was yelling now as he got back to his feet wobbling slightly due to his weak leg grabbing the back of the chair to gain some balance. Claire stared up at him a look of sympathy on her face instead of the fear Sam was looking for instead she smiled “Sam you can talk to me about what you did yesterday, or the day before or what you’re thinking about” she was calmly gesturing with her small hands as his breathing began to slow down “everything is relevant here Sam! It’s my job to try and help you cope with your trauma and this is the best way I know how”. She stared into his blazing eyes as he frowned down at her before glaring back at the row of high set windows behind him “please Sam let me at least try” she whispered Sam sighed letting his shoulders slump slightly before he made his way behind his chair grasping the back to lean on it taking the weight off his leg. “fine” he paused again mouth a gap as if he wasn’t sure how to express himself.
Claire sighed “Sam it’s ok” she glanced back down at her notes flipping the page before scanning a couple more lines before looking back up at his tall frame “did you have another nightmare last night?” Sam glared at her tapping his long fingers on the back of the chair a couple times before jerking away Stalking around the room like a caged animal “so what if I did huh?” He growled stopping his stomping around before making his way back to the chair rubbing his leg in irritation “it’s that PTSD shit or whatever…” he hissed sitting back down with a huff “I’m having nightmares about a war I don’t even remember” he sighed rubbing the back of his neck before glancing back to Claire “I hate this” he mumbled letting his face drop lacing his fingers behind his head swaying back and forth between his knees letting them bounce nervously. Claire reached out gently placing her warm hand on his cool one seeking to comfort him. But the sudden contact caused him to jerk away his breathing coming out in quick puffs as he stared wide eyed at her before calming down with a relieved sigh his eyes turning soft with regret as he quickly looked away from her “sorry” he whispered almost too low for her to hear “if I’m being honest here it’s not just nightmares anymore doc” Claire watched him as he continued to avoid eye contact “yesterday I was…I was just standing outside having a smoke when…” Sam seemed to get lost his hazel eyes clouding over as he stared off into space. Claire cocked her head slightly “Sam?” The man in question blinked rapidly before taking a deep ragged breath the visions of bright sand and blood with the sounds of gun shots echoing in his head. “Uh…I…” Claire shook her head silencing him “Sam it’s ok…are you trying to tell me your memories are surfacing outside of rem sleep?”
Sam snorted his mouth turning up in a slight smile letting one of his dimples shine through his beard “if that means I’m having fucked up visions of dead people doc then ya” the slight smile faded quicker than it appeared as he closed his eyes once more “truth is” he sighed “I don’t know if I want to remember doc” Claire bit her bottom lip gazing at him in sympathy she couldn’t imagine what it would be like to wake up and have no memory of who you are or what you’ve done. With the mystery surrounding why he was out in the middle of the desert with no food or water with no camp in sight with a shattered leg making him even more interesting Claire just wanted him to smile more, a truly genuine smile. She wanted him to be happy. Sam was sinking in a sea of guilt for a crime he had no memory of, he was torturing himself and didn’t know why. Claire wanted to help him forgive himself and find a way to start over and just maybe they could figure this mystery out together. Claire watched as he leaned back into the chair staring up at the ceiling “tell me Sam…when you say you don’t want to remember is it because you’re afraid of your past?” Sam chewed the inside of his cheek as his gaze landed on her briefly before falling to the floor. Claire looked to the floor with him her eyes darting to his hands as he began rubbing them together “Sam?” She questioned softly “why are you afraid to remember?”
He shook his head slowly before meeting her green gaze with his hazel one she couldn’t help but smile; his eyes were a beautiful mixture of greens and browns. Sam noticed her observations and quickly returned his eyes back to the floor feeling her frown….he didn’t want her seeing the damage in his eyes. He didn’t want her to somehow find who he once was staring back out at her, if the eyes are the windows to the soul then he needed to keep his shut. “I can feel it ya know?” Sam whispered his head still bent avoiding her forgiving stare “know what?” Her soft voice asked. Sam glanced up at her briefly holding her eyes while he spoke “I’m not a good person” his eyes retreated to his clasped hands running his fingers on his right hand across the back of his left before running it across his forehead with a deep exhale. Claire nodded “why so sure?” “Call it a hunch” Sam grumbled picking at something on his lounge pants. “Sam….can you look at me for a moment please?”
Claire’s voice coming out more commanding than she had been aiming for, silently she prayed she hadn’t scared him off. Startled Sam jerked his attention to her face a deep frown meeting one of her own She watched as several emotions flashed through his beautiful eyes until fear settled in as the dominant. “This is an opportunity to start over” Claire shifted in her seat keeping the eye contact she knew was making him uncomfortable clearing her throat quietly before continuing “Sam the doctors agreed that there was a high chance your memories wouldn’t return”. Sam’s eyes twitched almost closing but quickly centered back on hers a small huff of humorless laughter escaping his throat “what a relief” “look Sam what I’m trying to say is don’t worry ok” Claire had a small smile on her face “who you were is not who you are now, not if you don’t want it to be”. Sam sighed finally dropping his gaze in relief “I thought your job was to get me to remember?” She shook her head “No Sam, my job is to help you feel comfortable with yourself enough so that you can work on gaining some manner of control over your life”.
Sam eyed her over gesturing slowly between them “so…what? we just bullshit back and forth?” He watched as the woman before him smile grew bringing light to her features “exactly Sam just innocent communication between friends, I have no motive here” she was surprised to see his features suddenly harden “is that what we are doc?” Claire’s smile faded and Sam was almost sad to see it go but he was getting tired of this. “I’m sorry?” She questioned her face now tense with confusion. Sam’s gaze hardened further “friends doc…really?” he made a small displeased noise before leaning forward “we just met lady, if anything we are semi friendly acquaintances” his tone was gruff and almost hurt Claire sighed “I’m sorry Sam I didn’t mean to upset you I just meant that if given the opportunity…” she smiled softly “I’d like to be friends” Sam snorted a sneer spreading across his handsome face “you’re in the same damn sinking ship as I am lady, I mean isn’t it normal for friends to share things about one another?” Claire shifted her weight running a loose strand of hair behind her ear feeling a slight twinge of mirth at the fact he had chosen to demote her from “doc” to “lady” it seemed he was pulling away “yes Sam and that’s what we’re gonna do” he growled “you know as much about me as I do…not much to share”.
Claire huffed in annoyance before slipping back into her mask of professional civility “Sam I understand. You’re obviously uncomfortable with divulging your emotions and being open with someone, you’re lost, you’re afraid, and you feel alone”. Claire watched as the hurt flashed across his hazel eyes his gaze falling to the floor the muscle in his jaw visibly tensing as she watched his confidence retreat “and your right” she continued “so let me rephrase” slowly she reached her hand out to him as his gaze wandered to her outstretched hand “let me be your first friend…and help you start a new life” Sam glanced up meeting her green eyes, she was right and a part of him wanted someone to care enough to help him so with brief reluctance he clasped his rough hand around hers giving it one solid shake “fine doc” he retreated his hand back to his lap with a heavy sigh “you win” Claire smiled “then I will see you tomorrow”.

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