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magnoliamyrrh · 2 years ago

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What drove you to convert to islam?

well, thats a long story now

i was born and raised orthodox - ive always had a complicated relationship with religion, because on the one hand there is a lot of beauty, peace, and wisdom i found in it, on the other hand theres plenty of shit that either just didnt make sense to me, theologically speaking, and also a bunch of mostly sexist shit which really pissed off me since i was a kid. i do have a lot of religious trauma - mostly from my fathers side of the family who is much more orthodox, conservative, traditional, and who very much shoved religion (and a bunch of sexist shit) down my throath, got the idea of being inherently sinful in my head as a kid, whole bunch of shit. my father is also.... psychotic and he is what we call a habotnic, a religious extremist who, well, has bordderrrline essentially more or less joined a cult-like section of the orthodox church made up mostly of men whod been kicked out of the church (many who also happen to be pedos lmao rip) and i grew up with religion being used to justify a whole bunch of horrible shit - shit he did to me, how he treats and abuses his wife, etc

so, when i got older, 11-12 ish, i very much had a backlash against it. nevermind being an atheist, nevermind an edgy atheist faze, i outright hated it and found it to be wholly dangerous. and i did indeed have valid complaints mostly abt sexism, homophobia, hypocrisy, etc. at the same time, i had a fascination with dissecting religion and trying to understand it and studying it, something i had even before then. this went on for some years, and i continued to have an interest in theology; eventually, when i was idk 14ish, i started to have some softer and more malluable views on religion and orthodoxy - also coincided w understanding that religion wasnt what made my father an insane piece of shit, it was simply a tool he used to justify things and a path he went down on - but he could have gone insane down whatever other line

so, for a time i tried to get back into orthodoxy. this was partially from a spiritual perspective, but tbh moreso bc i was trying to keep onto something which reminded me of home in this damn empty and cold country. this is when i started to veil too, before i had anything at all to do w islam, i started praying, i started keeping onto certain traditions more. also when i got into traditional romanian magic moreso. still, i may have been trying to take the best of orthodoxy, but i felt like it never really... fit. there is a lot of beauty i still find in it to this day, and occasionally i still go to a monestary or church, i still hold onto certain traditions but no matter how hard i tried i never quite... felt it? .... and either way, after you have gone through a certain amount of horror in life, it tends to get harder to believe in things like the divinity of everything or that theres any possible sense at all to all the horrid cruelty on this planet etc etc.... i do still struggle w this to this day lol. but. also, i knew christianity so well, had already turned it on every which side, i found that even if i tried, i still had a long series of theological issues with it (many of which i dont remember after all these years, but i do remember that the trinity was one of them)

anyhow, i did keep trying for awhile. and in this whole process, i kept coming across things abt islam. this was also the years when islam was always in the news, usually in a negative light or something abt terrorism, so, it was quite frequently part of mainstream discussions. and i was curious, bc of that, bc i was curious abt theology in general, and bc partially growing up in dobrogea, i knew a very gentle and soft, beautiful islam which was the one of the turks and tatars, who were our neighbors w good food and good music and gentle, soft spoken voices like honey who were always nice to me. and i knew of islam from story books and such, one of my favourite childhood books to this day is a beautifully drawn romanian version of one thousand and one nights. so, idk, i kept coming across things, and i was curious so i looked into it

and... hm. i dont remember quite what first got me. but i did find it interesting, and i found that it solved some of the theological issues and gaps that i had with christianity, answered quesions to which the orthodox seemed to have no answer, made things click into place here and there, annuled some of the illogical loops and hypocricy which bothered me.. i found the analysis and discussion around it fascinating, so much more lively than ones i had seen in orthodoxy. i found the way hadith and quran functioned together to be fascinating, and the entire system behind it - even if today i hold different views of hadith.... i found sharia to be fascinating - and how things would fit into place and work together, shifting parts of a whole legal system and way of life intertwined. sharia always carries such a scary connotation to so many people, and yet, i dont think its a system bound neither to failure neither to opression - the question here is moreso whose sharia interpreted by who and implemented by who. i didnt have any plan to convert to it lol, and yet, it intrigued me enough that i felt a drive to keep digging and digging into it, to keep turning over in my head this and that about it, like some string or force was pulling me

most of all i think i found the qur'an itself to be.. captivating, once curiousity got to me and i started reading it. like sharia, it clearly had to be understood as a whole, and reading it for the first time and seeings its progression and how it builds upon itself was an experience in and of itself. i genuinely enjoyed spending hours reading and listening abt what this means what that meant etc. and it is so direct and personal, moreso than many other religious texts. i did find many parts of it stricking, moving, piercing. its prose and flow are beautiful. it feels alive, as if it is speaking to you, looking back into your eyes and right through your soul. i fell in love with it. and yet, it also feels like this capsule in time - while i no longer hold the commonly held idea that the qur'an is unchanged and there is only one, it can be said that as far as studies can tell from the oldest quranic manuscripts found, it is indeed remarkably well preserved - as if reading the pages you can hear and see them echo throughout time, back to when the words were first spoken..... quran recitation is very beatiful too, and i found there to be something... very meditative, tranquil, calm, soothing in it. something else that felt like it echoed through time. it also reminded me of the way orthodox priests give sermons, which i always found very beautiful and entrancing as well

i appreciated its call for reason, that i do remember particularly drew me in. that it would repetedly, repetedly call for one to question and think and it would give examples of the existence of divinity and explanations and even ask one to try to disprove things- it felt less like blind faith, more like this book was holding an active dialogue with you, and i really liked that. many of them are so beatiful too, many of them call upon nature and its wonders, and i supoose, even when my belief in a god was on very shaky ground, in nature i always saw divinity anyhow. i did find it interesting too how many of the verses did show an understanding of natural phenomenon, could be interpreted in a way which was less science-breaking than the bible, and called upon these phenomenon as signs of divinity.... and i appreciated its call to justice as well, its striving for a just system, society, and way of life. i appreciated its call to struggle for the sake of allah - jihad, which doesnt only mean wartime fighting (which is supoosed to be a very last resort).... its call for the end of opression, and the responsability of each person to do something about ending said opression and injustice

i found its understanding of god to be beautiful, and to make sense - my understanding of this developed more later when i came across sufism, and when i started doing shrooms too lol, but. i always felt the heart of it. which is the oneness of god, pure monotheism; because god is one, and god is indeed all that exists; indeed, everything is one. this is the same thing psychedelics teach you - ego death as its often called - and what many religious rituals of plenty of religions around this world seek to understand, achieve, feel, live by. it could be said that since there are high chances human conciousness developed along w psychedelic use, and since our african ancestors certainly did psychedelics, we are indeed genetially and biologically programmed as a part of our evolution and history to experience and understand ego death - to see and feel and become the connection and thread which runs through everything, the oneness of everything, the singularity of everything, unbound by time. this is what islam seeks as well.... hm. i liked that islam understood allah, unlike in christianity in which god is reffered to almost exclusively as a father sort of figure, to be not like any other thing, and most certainly not male. unbound, unconstrained, never fully knowable to us as humans..the 99 names of allah are beatiful, and i was drawn in by how many times the qur'an proclaimed allah to be all merciful, all forgiving, all loving, etc

.... there was something about it all, the more i looked into it, which brought me a sense of peace, calmness, ease... i found the way of life it promoted to be one of peace - i liked that you were supposed to pray five times a day, i liked that there were certain ways of doing things, i liked that muslims lived like the older romanian people did, always mentioning the name of allah and always aware of divinity. the idea of freedom not being getting to do whatever you may please, but rather living by a series of constraints, to make much sense - and i was drawn to it a lot more than this modern western do what you want individual freedom reigns supreme mindset... i liked that sharia was concerned with the common good and community before it was concerned with the individual.. i liked that islam promoted a middle path, i liked that it called for moderation and reason (things which my father never had), and showed a way of life which was almost monk-like, without leading to monastic seclusion.... i had always wanted to be a nun, you see, and parts of islam drew me in because of that. there were certainly many muslims, mainly sisters, who impressed me in their faith and way of life, the energy and aura that would clearly radiate off of them - women who lead by example, and by only doing so, would make one curious as to how they have come to be this way

i had an interest in other religions as well. i knew some of my ancestors were jewish, and yet judaism is a hard religion to convert to, and harder to be accepted into - and while i have read the old testament several times, i never quite felt a strong connection to it. i was fond of other christian denominations like the quakers for example, i found some of the theological points of protestants to be intriguing, but i still had many of the same issues with it. i find hinduism, buddhism, and sikhism to be beautiful religions with much wisdom - and to an extent being fond of certain kinds of sufism is to adopt a hindu or south east asian influence or to reach similar understandings at least; they are sister religions - but while i look into them, they never really felt like something id follow; not on their own

islam brought me a sense of home, it all did. so much of it simply made sense to me and clicked into place, it felt like learning something i had already known, discovering something that had always been within myself - i supoose, this is why we use the word revert rather than covert, because it feels more like coming back into the fold of islam..... and hm. both arab and turkish cultures felt... very much like home to me, never like something foreign. they made sense, i instantly understood them, both the good and bad parts - so many things were so similar to our own, and to me, they felt, and still do feel, like a second home. later after some years of converting when id go to masjids and eid and such, i again very much found that among the arabs i felt so much more at home than i ever did among the americans. and islam itself, there are many things which i saw which were so similar to orthodoxy, and this brought me a sense of comfort and home as well. and i always associated islam too with the turks and tatars in dobrogea, and so, islam never felt like a foreign thing to me - as converting to another religion may have - rather the religion and culture of our neighbors whom we had so much in common with

.... it just.. it really felt like there was some force pulling me, i had a unending thirst and drive to understand more. id get lost in spending hours reading the quran, id get lost in spending hours trying to understand it. id spend the nights awake reading and contemplating..... i dont know if it makes sense, but i dont mean this in a meme way - it very much felt like islam chose me, not like i chose it. it very much felt like i had become muslim before i had made any such decision, my soul had already made it for me, and i was the one who later realized and accepted it. islam, the word, comes from the word submission, sometimes said to mean peace in submission. i had already felt it in my bones, the submission to its truth and allah, the onesess of everything, before i realized it. it simply was - looking back, it was a very similar feeling to the one you get on psychedelics. you simply.. understand.... i knew my family would likely forsake me. i knew my country outside of dobrogea would forsaken me. i knew many muslims would forsake me for being gay.... but even if i had wished to go back, it was too late, for i had already seen, and felt, and understood, and there was no denial left. alhamdulilah, i do thank allah for guiding me, for it certainly felt like being guided

i have never known as much peace as i knew in those first, hm, months and years, despite the fact that things were hard back then, especially with my family, and my parents were at the peak of being abusive. i never felt such a connection to god and everything, such a suredness, groundedness, and strengh of faith...... it is something i miss, and i regret that these days i do not often pray the five daily prayers, and do not keep fast as often as i did, and do not live with allah in my heart as much. inshallah, i will get back on the path. i did used to be a lot more orthodox back then, islamically orthodox. and as the years passed my relationship with islam and allah changed, and when i came across sufism for the first time, i realized that it was the heart and soul of the religion which i knew, had felt myself, and had been searching for

i believe there is truth in all religions, they are different paths to take, different understandings which seek the same goal. i do not believe in sects, nor do i believe in devision between religions much... we all have our paths; my understandings of islam may have changed over the years, and i may have had, and still have, my struggles, but this will always be the home and refuge of my soul, and the path i walk

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karumashadowchicken · 3 years ago

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Can I request OM boys react to Mc that throws rare and outta pocket insults lmao😂😂

Lucifer: I said No. Stop acting childish you look like a fool.

MC: and you look like you die of old age, then woke up from it because you forgot to finish your Meth!! 😡

MC: you look like an expired raisin!!😡

Oh this one is gonna be interesting!

Lucifer:

It's exhausting to deal with, but can be rather interesting. Overall not a fan, since you did say he had 'Fatherless Behavior Vibes' and that he looked like he was going through a 'Edgy Teen Faze'. Not happy when you called him a'Dollar store Jumin Han.'

Not to mention when you made fun of him, and said he was like 70% legs. When it's not directed at him though, it's rather funny actually. You might hear a small laugh.

Mammon:

He finds it hilarious, just not when it's directed at him. he Laughed to death when you said Belphegor was like a Knife taped to a Roomba'

But Mammon wasn't too happy when you called him a 'cheap version of 707'

Belphegor:

He's the raccoon in your attic, and the embodiment of a Roomba with a knife taped to it, in a room of unsuspecting victims.

Isn't a fan of your creative insults, unless their directed at Lucifer or Mammon.

Satan:

Was intrigued when you insulted Lucifer, through a tantrum when you said he 'Dressed like a Karen' and 'would probably complain if a store had more dog food than cat food.'

Leviathan:

Almost punched you when you said he 'looks like he listens to nightcore' and makes deez nuts jokes' He's not a fan. It's helpful while playing video games and people are rude, but in general, not a fan.

It hurt when you said 'he looked like a he would fight like a giraffe' (Watch a video of giraffes fighting, it will all make sense).

Beel:

Is perfect, and isn't that offended since all you said is that he 'looks like he cry's when he sees cute bumble bees.' He thinks it's interesting. Was actually complimented when you said he smiles like a puppy. He just felt bad when you said 'He looks like he's into vore.'

Asmo:

Thinks it's really fun, and probably joins in. Couldn't disagree when you said he was like ' a pick me girl with extreme narcissism.' and that he 'looked like the kinda guy to rate strangers from 1-10.'

Barbatos:

He doesn't mind, it's interesting and rather amusing though. Felt bad for Lord Diavolo when you said 'He looks like he post minion memes on twitter.' and physical cringed when he remembered that Diavolo in fact had done so.

Diavolo:

He said he had no weakness, and you just looked him in the face and told him, 'Pickles.' and he made the same face one would when Solomon offers them his cooking.

Solomon:

Thinks their unique and funny. Still denies his cooking is bad even after you said.' if you cooked for Lord Diavolo it would be considered an attempted assassination?' and when he's like "Guess what I made for dinner." And your like 'regret-'

Simeon:

Felt a little surprised at how accurate they are when you said 'He looks like he posts middle aged mom memes on Facebook, and Diavolo's the only one who likes the posts.'

Luke:

Would think it's mean but the demons deserve it! You tell 'em Mc!

__________________________________________________

I really enjoyed writing that one, and having to rack my brain thinking and scouring Pinterest for the saved outta pocket insults-

Thank you for suggesting, I really enjoyed writing that. :)

#obey me beel #obey me!#obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #lord diavolo #barbatos #solomon #luke #outta pocket insults #asmodeus #asmo #satan #mc #obey #obey me mc #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #yandere obey me

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nemeseos-noctua · 4 years ago

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God I love your work so much?? You guys are amazing .

Can I request how Albedo, Xiao and Diluc react to their s/o pushing them away in attempt to keep them safe from danger? (Eg they may be the traveller who is connected with the fatui and the abyss aand therefore fears for their s/o's safety.

Tysm!! I love your guys' writing style. requesting this specifically bc it's not fair Xiao gets to be to edgy one all the time in the fics🙄 how does it feel to get pushes away now loverboy? (/j!! I love him just thought this prompt would be a neat inversion).

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: albedo, xiao, diluc (separate) x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: not proofread, blood, mentions albedos story (spoilers), xiao story spoilers, reader is not traveler

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: hehe tysm!! ALSO 100% haha i LOVEEE xiao but yk he be a lil stingy when it comes to safety! i want to tuck him in and tell him it’ll be alright 😔😔

during your travels across teyvat, you have encountered far more fatui and abyss mages than you’d care to count

and some of which— had some, err, not so kind grudges against you

these grudges were so serious that you began to worry for albedo’s safety. you personally did not care for blood staining your hands nor soul—but if that blood was albedo’s... oh boy

so, coming to a conclusion... you decided on the inevitable: keep albedo at arm’s length—for your heart and his

and, it worked. for a month, it worked. your visits to his camp in dragonspine lessened, your chaste kisses and morning voice left his life like... regrettably, his master

Staring up at the whirling winds of Dragonspine, Albedo’s teal eyes trailed over the ice, wishing to see a familiar silhouette among its blizzard.

He had been counting. It has been five days, two minutes, and 54 seconds since you last visited him—

Hah, just kidding. He didn’t count—but it has been five days.

Where were you? Maybe you were busy—the alchemist knew you had a life outside of—well, him.

It was unfair of him to be impatient, for you had been nothing short of patient towards him. But still, his heart longs and yearns for your touches, his head feels cold without your fingers twisting through his silky blonde hair.

Dragonspine was cold, but without you, it was colder.

he’d eventually head back down to mondstadt, solely for the purpose of finding you

his mind got the best of him as he spiraled into a brief insanity. maybe he did something to make you mad? maybe you were injured, recovering without his aid? so many questions spinning around his head he almost missed the sight of your [e/c] eyes

“[Y/N]—“ Albedo’s voice cut through the crowds of Mondstadt as the alchemist rushed forward. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, desperation taking over him as he reached a hand out for you.

“Albedo...?” You stopped in your tracks, taking in the sight of your boyfriend’s unruly hair and tired eyes. His lips were still purple—as if he had come back down from Dragonspine recently.

“Where were you?” The alchemist asked, his gloved hand wrapped around your wrist delicately, his eyes scanning all over you as to check whether you were injured or not.

“Ah... I was—adventuring,” You sweatdropped, the coldness of his gloves stinging your wrist, your eyes wide at how cold he was.

he doesn’t believe you—hah. of course he doesn’t, albedo is a genius in fields he wishes to study

he knows you too well to fall for your mindless responses or excuses, he knows your eyes too well to succumb to the smile on your lips or kindness in your touch

he knows, he knows he knows he knows—so why? what are you hiding? why are you hiding? from him of all people?

everyone has secrets—albedo is aware, for he has his own share. but please, can’t you spare his heart? just this once?

“Tell me the truth, [Y/N],” Albedo asked—no, begged. He wanted to know what kept you so far from his reach, what stopped you from visiting him or loving him or just being with him. Was he the problem? Was this the end of your love?

“I...” You looked away, tugging the alchemist against the current of the crowds, seeking an area for just the two of you.

And once you found it, you pulled the blonde into a hug. The coldness of his coat didn’t faze you, nor did the way his eyes widened or the way his arms hesitantly wrapped back around you.

“I don’t want someone like you to get involved with me, Albedo. You’re...” You looked away, your face still buried into the alchemist’s shoulder.

“... A weakness. You’re a weakness that’ll be used against me.”

albedo is in utter disbelief

he—you—what?!

he’s... your weakness?

albedo doesn’t know whether to be flattered or hurt. he knows you have a dangerous job, he knows about the amount of letters you receive threatening him or you, he knows what you’re doing is for the better...

but—he cannot allow it. he wants to hold you without regrets, he wants to kiss you and eat lunch with you at good hunter...

“[Y/N],” Albedo breathed, cupping your cheeks in the palm of his hands as he stared violently into your eyes. Gaze softening, he couldn’t bring it in himself to scold you for all the worries you brought him to.

“I promise you—that even if Fatui and Abyss Mages disrupt my alchemy, I promise that I want to get involved with you—I, I want to be with you.”

His heart, it wants so much, it wants to have you, it wants to love you.

So please—won’t you let him do that?

xiao also has many people out for his throat

well, i suppose... the difference between those ‘people’ and your ‘people’ is the fact that xiao’s debts are owed to the dead

the whispers, the screams, the agony. it plagues every part of his mind, like a melody with no beat, like an endless tune that he will hear for the rest of time

and you—you’re like, the charm. the ward and sigil that scares away all of those demons. you’re the sunshine that seeps through the cracks of caves

and now... you’re drifting. like a ship at sea, he wonders... will you be back?

regrettably—you think—maybe, maybe... you won’t return

What is this? The third week Xiao has sat atop the roof of Wangshu Inn? Hoping mindlessly to hear your steps up the staircase?

Hah. Is this who he has become? An adeptus who waits for a mortal like you to come, an adeptus who should be defending Liyue, and yet, here he is.

he’s a bit... put off

like. who are you to make him feel this way, mortal? (derogatory)

he doesn’t want to admit it... but... he misses you. there! he said it. he misses you. now can you come back, please?

he knows, he knows he is not the best lover... that he is blunt, enigmatic, and sometimes... rude. but— but you, you accept him for that

and he ponders atop the roof of wangshu inn—perhaps, was this ignoring scheme long overdue? have you finally grown tired of him and all of his karma? have you found someone better—someone you can love you, hold you, and care for you like you deserve?

he hopes—the answer is no

but he knows... the answer is probably yes

“Oh, [Y/N]! You’re back!” Verr Goldet’s hushed voice ran through the adeptus mind as his form shot up almost instantly. Staring down from his position on the roof, his yellow eyes stared over at your familiar form, your [e/c] eyes and vision that dangled from your hip.

“Haha, sorry about that.”

You smiled, but Xiao didn’t miss the way you winced upon doing so. Your arms and legs were wrapped with bandages, dried splotches of red and clothing as messy as could be.

“Your room is upstairs, sleep well,” Verr Goldet nodded knowingly, a bittersweet grin on her face as her mind flickered to the thought of Xiao and his shortening temper.

once you step out onto the balcony, you do not need to look to see who has appeared beside you

“Hello, Xiao!” You say openly, arms outstretched for a hug as the adeptus merely stared at you. Three weeks. Three weeks without you, three weeks too many—and here you were, opening your arms like you had just returned back from an hour long trip.

“ . . . “ Staying silent, Xiao could only cross his arms, glaring at you with mixed emotions. He was relieved to see you back and ‘happy’, but still, he was frustrated and irritated at the way you behaved so recklessly.

“You owe me an expla—“

“—nation,” You finished for the male, an exasperated smile gracing your features as you turned over to the balcony, the setting moon and proud stars soaring like the birds of Mondstadt.

“I was... dealing with some encounters,” Your tone was laced with a malice even he wasn’t expecting, the number of bandages scouring your skin finally making sense as his eyes narrowed into slits.

“Fatui? Tell me where they are, I wi—“

“No.”

Turning over to him fully, Xiao’s breath hitched. Ugh, again—you and your pretty smile and charming features. The simplest things you do made him go insane like the karmic debts that flourished through his mind.

“You can’t get involved, Xiao. They will only go after you. I returned here today to tell you that I’ll be going off for three month—“

“What?” The Yaksha breathed in disbelief. Did he hear right? Were you seriously leaving again?!

“I said, I am leaving again... Xiao. It’s not you—Celestia no... it’d never be you. It’s just...” You looked around, to anywhere, anyone but him. If you glanced at him now, chances are you’d succumb to his sunny eyes and stay back at Wangshu Inn.

“... The Fatui. I got on their wanted list and—I don’t want them to use you against me. So I’ll go out and get rid of them, and I’ll be ba—“

“No.”

It was his turn to decline, for he didn’t want to hear anything you had to say. You got on the Fatui’s wanted list?! What?! He...

He was going to kill them.

“Do you think I am weak, [Y/N]? Eons of slaughter and—“

“Xiao!” You facepalmed, raising your voice slightly at the male as he blinked, taken aback that you, a mortal would ever thing of committing such a heinous crime towards a divine being like him.

“You’re not weak! It’s just... I’m weak. And if they find you, they could just threaten me with everything they’d do to you! Even if nothing happened at all...” Your voice died down, your heart hammering against your chest as Xiao’s eyes softened.

Xiao was—speechless. He didn’t know what to say, what to do. Nobody had ever thought of him so kindly before, neither have they ever treated him as something other than a weapon of war.

So, he vowed. Like the night Rex Lapis found him all those millennia ago, like the night he broke free from the chains of manipulation—he vowed, time and time again—

“I will protect you, [Y/N]. For there is no need to protect me.”

[internal screaming]

diluc, of all people, no longer is afraid of ‘grudges’ or ‘debts’ owed to the fatui or abyss order. he dances with evil, masquerading each night for his life

and now, the only light in his world full of darkness, the only fire in the cold icy winds...

left

you left. you left with a little note saying you’d be back in what—five months?

a part of him was... shocked. it was surprised at how abrupt it was. one moment, the two of you were laying in bed, cradling each others’ forms. and the next? you were gone

the other part of him was... worried. did you want to leave him? what was this about? did you owe debt to the fatui? you could’ve told him, he would’ve payed for it all in a heartbeat

but diluc of mondstadt—hah, he was not known for stepping down so easily. so until he figures out why you left so suddenly, he is not stopping his search for the truth

and once he so happens to run into lumine and asks the traveler where you’ve been—he’s shocked

at first, he thinks lumine must me mistaken. what? what do you mean “[y/n] is heading out to fight the abyss herald”, you’re kidding... haha...

(lumine swore she saw her life flash before her eyes when diluc wrapped his head around the news)

diluc feels a bit... guilty. he feels guilty that he didn’t know sooner, he feels guilty that the abyss order is bothering you like how it bothers him, he feels guilty for everything

Wiping some blood that spilled from the corner of your mouth, you grimaced at the metallic taste.

What was it? Err... day five? This was the first Abyss Herald you have encountered so far, and you could only assume it was the first of many.

Standing up, you sheathed your weapon. Your vision glowed brightly in the darkness of the ruins, the moon illuminating the way out as you sighed, pulling yourself across the stone cold floor.

As you trudged outside and into the moonlight, a twig cracked under a foot that wasn’t yours, prompting you to reach out and materialize your weapon, charging it with power from your vision.

“Who?”

Stepping out from the trees, your eyes widened at a sight you hadn’t expected to see—at least, expected to see this soon.

“Diluc?” You breathed, heaving a sigh of relief as the male took no notice to your words, instead, his vermilion eyes traced over your battered form, his eyes worrying even more with each glance he spared.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, rushing up to you as he pulled out some bandages, wrapping them around your wounds so he could get you back to the winery.

pushing yourself away from his grasp, diluc watched in hurt as you kept him away from your figure

“i couldn’t—i didn’t want you to get involved,” you mumbled guiltily, looking away from the male as his eyes seemed to berate you silently

“me involved? what do you mean?” diluc asks in disbelief. he of all people should be the one telling you that

“the abyss. i got in a tumble with them and now they’re after my blood,” you murmured, only causing diluc’s heart to pound even louder in his chest, his brain flickering to unpleasant memories as he rushed up to you, securely placing his hands on your shoulders

He’s... speechless. He doesn’t know what to say, what to do. He’s usually the one keeping people at arms-length—yet here you were, stealing his lines and his worries.

“I...” Diluc paused, trying to form words, and yet, nothing came to mind.

“...”

Silence. It filled the ambience and your hearts, yet, it was not the same silence in the abyss, nor was it the same silence before a nightmare.

It was a silence of awe, a silence that you’d hear before a firework would shoot up in the sky—it was calming, a relaxing wave like a seashell pressed against your ear.

A silent love—like the one you and Diluc shared. An unsung melody that played in the beat of your hearts, the breaths of the wind...

A silent promise, like a marriage or a confession, a promise to—

“I will be by your side, [Y/N]. No matter what.”

Through thick and thin, cold and warm, there is nothing but you two, two lovers against the darkness, dancing with ghosts and evil.

— constellations! 💫

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specsforwoo · 4 years ago

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Son of Lachesis | Demigod!Jung Jaehyun

Parent Deity: Lachesis (Goddes of the String of Life; the Second Fate)

Allegiance: Hades

Dark Humor was a thing

He probably picked it up from his dad

His dad was this super successful thriller author

So they had this huge penthouse in New York but Jaehyun was your normal edgy emo teenager

He claimed to hate his life, hate his family, hate his friends

But like, his dad wasn’t bothered by it???

At first Jaehyun thought it was because his dad just didn’t care about him

But then he started to realize that his dad was the same way

He would rather disparage himself in the name of humor than anything else

It was more of a coping technique but oh well

And for some reason, Jaehyun’s senior year of highschool, he moved to Korea

Still doesn’t know why tbh

Something about his dad telling him that it was safer for their family to be closer together

But like his family only comprised of himself and his dad

And his beagle Chu-Chu but that’s it

As far as he knew, he didn’t have any family in Korea

But surprisingly, he fit in well

His last year of high school went by quickly

And soon he was accepted into the medical examiner’s program @ KAIST

What?

He felt more comfortable around cadavers than live humans

It wasn’t weird he just had hella social anxiety

He had a real gift for it too

He could just look at a body and be able to tell how they died

He was oddly able to tell how long ago they died too

He was actually starting to get creeped out by it

So he started talking to the only person he could ever confide in

His dad

It was a long weekend off of uni

And the Friday before he got into a huge argument with his toxicology professor about the substance that one man ingested that led to his death

His professor swore it was Croton tiglium

And he doesn’t know why but something in his gut was screaming that the diagnosis was wrong

So what did he do?

He stole the toxicology report to review it

And he barged into his professor’s office claiming it was actually Daphne mezereum

What scared him the most was that he could swear the man who was lying helplessly on the table was the one who told him what the poison was

So back to his dad’s apartment

Jaehyun was in tears explaining what had been going on to his dad

And sure his dad was the one to lighten up any room he could

But his dad just laughed

And for the first time he actually felt like he was going crazy

He thought that if anyone would be able to help him understand it would be his dad

I mean what was that Ph.D in psychology hanging on the wall for then

But his dad placed a hand on his shoulder and talked to him very calmly.

I think it’s time that you met your mother.

Sniffing, he looked up

I thought she had been dead since I was a baby.

Sorta…

How can someone be ‘sorta’ dead?

She’s more like… undead?

Suddenly a gray smoke started swarming around his feet.

And a young woman, dressed in black with a rose in her hair appeared behind his dad

Jaehyun almost screamed

Dear, Many people are in need to relief so why are you calling me up?

She spoke and her voice was as light of as the mist swirling around her feet

She looked up and made eye contact with Jaehyun

Dear, you know how dangerous it is for them to meet their other parents… why is he here?

She didn’t break eye contact with Jaehyun as she spoke to his father

It’s time he knew. Maybe Taeyong or Yuta could help him? They’ve been through this before.

The anxiety and stress was piling up on Jaehyun until he couldn’t stand it anymore

Knew what? Who is this? Why is our apartment filling with smoke? What have Taeyong and Yuta been through before?

You are a demigod Jaehyun. The woman spoke up, inching closer to his side.

My son, the son of Lacheses.

Lacheses…. The goddess of the string of fate.

I’m the son of a death goddess.

He burst out laughing

He couldn’t tell if it was from shock or denial

Everything made sense

His ominous ability to tell how people died

How long they would live for

So you are telling me Taeyong and Yuta are demigods too?

He looked between his mother and father

Yes, sons of Themis and Bia, respectively of course.

So that summer Jaehyun ended up going to camp with Taeyong

He didn’t feel that comfortable in the Hades cabin, and ended up rooming with Sicheng in the Achelios cabin instead

He also tended to help out with medical care when super dangerous competitions were taking place

If he remembered correctly, Sicheng asked him to because your weird ass ability to tell how long people have to live comes in handy so I can override it.

He said it with all smile on his face too, like people thought Jae was creepy

He is still actively attending uni, still the top student is his toxicology class, despite his prof throwing the hardest cases his way

HE EVEN GOT AN INTERNSHIP AT THE POLICE STATION YAY JAEHYUN

But camp is his life now

He never knew what he would have done if he didn’t have the support system that he did because of it

Yuta is his best friend

Partly because they are apparently first cousins

But also because they just mesh really well together

Whenever Yuta is fighting or practicing

He is there to makes sure to call game before anyone gets fatally injured

It actually got close one time

But other than that

His life is really normal

He eats out a lot

He studies a lot less than he should

He has made lasting friendships

And he has the hugest crush in the world that he refuses to reveal

hey , you

Just tell me! You know I can keep a secret from the hyungs!

Cue Jisung pestering him as they run the track at camp

How do I know that?

Taeyong still hasn’t found out that Chenle and I sneak out every Saturday to go to the arcade and that we were the ones who broke his cat mug.

Good Point.

Sooooo?

Still not telling.

Honestly though, not like it wasn’t obvious enough

Sometimes he wonders if everyone is oblivious to him staring at the back of your head while you run rounds for Sicheng

Or how his eyes follow your figure when he spots you in a crowd

Dude has it bad

And might be a little possessive too

He saw Taeil hug you once and he refused to talk to Taeil for a week

Until Kun saw what was going on and forced them to make up

But you

Girl you might have an even bigger crush

Who knew volunteering was so fun when you got to see Jaehyun every day

Highkey only Renjun knows that you both like each other

What? Renjun knows E V E R Y T H I N G

At least he is like ‘passively’ helping Jaehyun score a date with you

And by ‘passively’ I mean he straight up walked over to you and asked you if you would want to grab dinner with Jaehyun on Thursday, something about studying for toxicology finals

And by ‘passively’ I also mean him straight up telling Jaehyun that you were going to be a the hole in the wall diner on 53rd street a 7 o’clock and if he didn’t show up he was going to kick his ass

So you both showed up

You with study materials

And him with flowers

Johnny told him that flowers were always the way to go

And Jaehyun was beyond embarrassed and confused when you looked up and saw him standing there in a button down shirt that definitely wasn’t his holding a bouquet of flowers

And you were sitting there in sweatpants and your glasses falling down the bridge of your nose

So he did what he does best

Laugh it off

Oh, these are to thank you for helping me study.

Of course, you didn’t have to get me anything though.

In his head he is sitting there cussing Renjun out while also trying to create that empathy link with Yuta so he could tell Yuta to go beat his ass

But he brushed it off and starts studying with you

Only after ordering pecan pie and hot chocolate

Because everyone needs snacks for studying

Right

But you suddenly looked up and stared him straight in the eyes

Why do you even need my help? Aren’t you like top of this class, and IDK you can talk to dead people? Just ask them what happened.

Jaehyun is back to being embarrassed and this time he can’t laugh it off

Well– ummm— you see– Renjun— I—-

Oh for Zeus’ sake can’t you just say that little twerp set us up on a date?

Well… yeah, yeah he did.

YoU — umm— you can leave if you want, I understand if you don’t like me

Why would I leave. And you shouldn’t understand because you are a great guy, of course I like you.

You gave off a cheeky smile before stealing a bite of his pie

Y’all started off really casually

Like a group date here and there, nothing alone

Something in Jaehyun told him it wasn’t going to get serious unless he made the first move

Your father was probably to blame

Zeus was known for being a little aloof when it came to love

But Jaehyun

God Jaehyun had no guts whatsoever

Not until his best friend from New York came to town

Jameson had come to visit over his own spring break, claiming he wanted to see why Korea was so special and “Jeff” as he knew him, never returned to the US

And Jaehyun had taken you with him to the airport, better than dragging along Jeno or Jungwoo, who for some reason was terrified of planes themselves, and Yuta was out of town for a competition and Johnny was still passed out from last night’s party

And when Jameson stepped off the plane, he came barrelling towards Jaehyun, screaming JEFFFFFFERRRRRYYYYY as loud as he could and tackled him into a hug.

After that he began speaking in English a mile a minute

To say you were a deer caught in the headlights was an understatement

Jaehyun obviously wasn’t fazed, he was able to talk back to Jameson at the same speed, not even stuttering

So you felt kinda lost, shrinking away from the boistering boys, opting instead to starting rolling his friend’s luggage to the car

Jaehyun caught wind of your suddenly shy personality and cut off his friend to instead walk over to you

In a much calmer voice, and this time in a language you were actually able to understand, Jaehyun asked if you wanted to be introduced to his friend

You nodded and Jaehyun grabbed your wrist before shutting the trunk of the car.

Pulling you back over, Jaehyun spoke in English again

You could barely make out something along the lines of This is my friend, Y/N, daughter of Zeus.

You gave a small wave and bowed, hoping he wouldn’t speak to you directly, prompting you to speak in your broken tongue.

Just a friend, or something more? Jameson smirked at Jaehyun before looking back over at you

A friend that you can’t have. You couldn’t really understand what Jaehyun said but you could tell that whatever was said, he wasn’t happy about his friend’s comment.

After that you all got into the car where Jaehyun made you sit in the front seat, holding your wrist the entire time, in obvious view of Jameson

Things died down for a while and it went back to the usual

You were still on the track team (more like Pegasus Racing team but whatever)

And Jae came to cheer you on at every game

And Jae was still top of his classes @ KAIST

And you came to cheer him up when the workload got to much for him

But it STILL wasn’t serious

So one night

Specifically, Jameson’s last night in Korea

Everyone decided to head out to Hongdae to go club hopping (pls tell me you people know what club hopping is)

And you were all having fun, dancing, most were also drinking, especially Jameson

Jaehyun somehow ended up being DD after a brutal battle of scissors, paper, rock

So he was sitting there on the side lines, nursing straight tonic water watching everyone else get shit-faced drunk

You weren’t any better to be honest

Jameson started having a habit of trying to get you alone or get you to dance with him

So you thought that if you had to deal with that all night you had to have a couple shots in your system.

PSA TIME PEOPLE!!!!!! PSA!!!!! If someone in your group keeps trying to get you alone or get you to dance with them, both men and women, DO NOT I repeat DO NOT resort to drinking to deal with it. If they don’t get the hint by you avoiding them, tell them straight to their face that you don’t want to be with them. If they still don’t get the hint, seriously consider just leaving wherever you are. Under no circumstances is it okay for them do that. PSA OVER!!!!

Jaehyun had been watching you try to avoid Jameson from the bar all night and after Jameson came up behind you and grabbed your waist he was done

The vision of fully sober, properly pissed off, ready to throw punches Jaehyun was not a pretty sight

Thankfully, at the moment he had enough self-control in his system to not deck his friend straight in the throat

He instead opted to grab your wrist, much more forcefully than last time, and drag you out the back door of the club into the alley way

Then, much more gently, backed you into the wall of the club

He was so close that you could feel his breath on your forehead

Muttering to himself in English, you couldn’t understand what he was saying

Suddenly he looked down and his eyes kept snapping from yours to your lips

I’m probably going to do something I regret right now

Poor you couldn’t even understand him because of him still speaking in English

Next thing you know he was kissing you, pushing you up further against the wall, wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer

After he let go, worry flashed across his face, like he finally realized something

Oh my god, did that bastard hurt you?

He started checking your arms and wrists, even running his hands along your waist to make sure there wasn’t bruising there

For once, Jaehyun actually had the guts

He ended up calling everyone rides, and left early with you so he could take you out on an ‘official first date’

To an ice cream shoppe

Mind you average temps in Korea during, let’s say March is still around 28 degrees Fahrenheit @ night

He realized his mistake after seeing you sit there in the booth, shivering as you picked up your ice cream

So he quickly shrugged off his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders and grabbing your hands in his to warm them up

First date was still a success in his mind

And all the dates there after

Renjun takes full credit for your relationship, but so does Sicheng, they actually fight about this

Jameson actually isn’t in Jaehyun’s life anymore

And Jaehyun is madly in love with you

Proposes after he graduates, in front of all of his friends, @ the stupid little hole-in-the-wall diner that he claims was his first real date with you

While they all scream JEFFFERRRRYYYY in the background.

really tho, Yuta has it on tape, along with Doyoung forced feeding Jaehyun wine, and him sleep talking about your first official date, all of which he plays at your guy’s wedding

Good luck having all of these idiots as brother in laws :::)))))

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kwistowee · 2 years ago

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Can I ask you why you hate Amy? No judgement here! Just curious, because everyone else seems to like/love her...

Oh boy…

I have really strong feelings about this, in part because of how protective I feel toward Frank Castle. I know this is not the prevailing sentiment so I don’t mind if no one agrees. It’s okay it disagree.

I cannot stand Amy Bendix in The Punisher S2. She is my least favorite part of the entire show. (And, of course, this has nothing to do with the actress who portrays her; she did a fine job with the material she was given and I’m sure she’s lovely.) Amy does have good qualities, and there are a few things she does throughout the show that are helpful and even admirable. But those few things do not balance out the landslide of qualities and actions I dislike.

To prevent this from becoming a full-blown essay, I’m just gonna lay out a few bullet points.

Amy is: • ungrateful. She constantly takes Frank for granted. He is literally her human shield and she fights him every step of the way (until the last few episodes). Even when Homeland Security swoops in to save her, she shows zero respect or gratitude. • selfish/entitled. (see Madani’s closet, credit card, entire apartment, etc.) She’s a thief, a liar, and a total brat. • the reason MANY people are wounded/dead throughout the season. If she seemed to care about that at all, I’d feel differently but innocent lives lost never seems to faze her. She’s certainly frightened by the events surrounding her, but it never seems to register that people are dying because of her. (Still heartbroken over the bouncer of the bar in Ep 1.) • either an idiot or she has a death wish. She knows she is being chased and hunted, but when Frank steps in to protect her (because even without any context he realizes her situation is extremely serious, even more than she does), she is constantly undermining him, being indiscreet, or just making his life difficult. Again, she doesn’t appreciate him until way, way later. She does not behave as if she understands the gravity of her situation and consistently does things that invite death. • insensitive. Poking at Frank about his dead family? Really?! Crashing Frank and Karen’s conversation at the hospital? Even though in that last scenario time is of the essence, all teenagers are not that oblivious.

I know these things are down to how she is written as a character, but that’s a huge reason why I dislike her. She is written the way a 40-year-old thinks edgy teenagers are, which is a very poor reflection on teenagers in general, because she is the worst. If you can relate to her, I apologize. I know people are made up of many characteristics and experiences and young people aren’t fully formed yet; I don’t like the parts of her we see in this season.

We don’t always get to choose what happens to us but we do choose how we respond. I know that she’s had an extraordinarily difficult life, but so have many other people, and they don’t all behave the way she does. She is in way over her head, in the midst of absolutely insane circumstances, and I know that all of us can behave poorly when frightened or in high stress situations. But she rarely handles anything in a way that I respect or admire.

She’s just a teenager? Not an excuse: plenty of teenagers are intelligent, respectful, responsible, grateful individuals, despite what mainstream media might depict. Do we see growth by the end of the season? Yes. I don’t really care. Too little too late. Could she grow into somebody that I have more patience for and enjoy in the future? Sure, but that’s not who she was in this season of the show.

Frank sacrificed his chance at a fresh start for her, and he lost a lot along the way (as did many others). He did not deserve to be saddled with an ungrateful twerp who acts like the smartest person in the room. He completely turned his life upside down for her, and I would feel very differently about her if she had been more cooperative, grateful, and done anything to make his life easier while he was bending over backwards saving hers. I don’t buy into their father/daughter dynamic at all because she falls so flat for me. Frank deserved better in Season 2 but he got her. And I cannot stand her.

#my thoughts #such as they are #this in not a full character analysis; i'm not leaving out good things on purpose. just answering the question posed #not gonna tag this with fandom tags; it can just stay here #asks #replies #posting things you know will cost followers… *shrugs*#curate your experience

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jwnchstr · 4 years ago

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THE CURSED OMEGA

PAIRING: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

SUMMARY: Omega!Reader wanted to live by herself so she went to her pack Alpha to allow her stand on her own feet. Her pack Alpha agreed but on one condition and that is if Omega!Reader wears a cursed silver bracelet to protect her. But to break the silver bracelet and the curse, she has to find a mate and get pregnant.

***

You and Dean are rivals. Dean being stubborn, arrogant, egoistical hunter, he doesn't appreciate a help from a stranger especially from a genius one. Not like you want to get involved with the cases that Sam and Dean are working on, but you’re already in the middle of the case when you bumped into the Winchester brothers. You can’t back off.

You truthfully do not understand what's wrong being a genius. Didn’t Sam a genius too and he helped him? And why is it a big deal every time you help them they're lost? Those times when Dean was paralysed or something, and you saved him from getting killed by monsters.

After hunts, after saying goodbye to Sam, you'd drive yourself far, far away from the Winchester brothers. Well, more like far away from Dean. But still, it’s like fate is bringing you back together no matter how far you run.

Sam and Dean knows you're an omega. They know a scent of an omega who puts on too much suppressants to hide themselves from drawing unwanted alphas. Neither of the Winchesters are bothered with your scent, good thing. Plus, they have worked with a few others omega hunters and they have worked with you on tons of cases, to know you. One of the reasons that you stayed with them once in a while is because they have never approached you the way other alphas did... That’s comforting enough for you as an omega.

Though being a hunter as an omega is not easy. You had to ask permission from your pack Alpha to let you wander around by yourself most of the time. Your pack Alpha cares about you a lot. When he finally decided to approve your request, he did put one condition: that is to wear a silver bracelet that your pack Alpha asked magician to put a spell on. The silver bracelet won’t harm you, but will protect you. You cannot take it off until you found a mate and get pregnant.

It was heavy, but being an independent woman, you've never thought of finding a mate to yourself let alone get pregnant. Hence, you agreed to your Alpha's condition and started to wear the bracelet. It's been 7 years since the time you put it on.

You do not have a problem for the first few years until you met the Winchester brothers. After a few times of accidentally solving cases together, Dean had to accept that you're a good hunting partner so you often follow them go back to their bunker. Despite being cold towards you, Dean let you sleep at a pretty nice guest room they have in the bunker. But you believed Sam talked Dean to it.

Often every night, you, Sam and Dean would sit together at the table and read through the books to find answers about mythical creatures that aren't myth; or about angels and gods and demigods and whatnot. One night, your bracelet gleamed, catching Dean’s attention, in which, it sparked his interest.

“Hey, nice bracelet," he said while looking at your wrist.

You quickly retreated your hand, hiding it from his view. You looked at him warily.

"Wait, is that silver?" he continued. His eyebrows furrows.

"N-No," you answered doubtfully. You did not know why you're defensive about your bracelet as if Dean is going to steal it from you.

Dean smirked. "Come on!" he said. "I know I'm not the smartest person in the room, but I'm not a fool." He laughed. "Where did you get that? It seems powerful enough not to weaken you. Is it fake silver or something? I suddenly want one."

"Uhm." You gulped. But then you faked yawn. "I'm going to sleep now. It's been a long day," you said while stretching up before standing up to retreat yourself to your room.

"What? Hey, we're not done yet!"

"Later, loser!" You gave Dean a peace sign while your back is facing him.

You really don't want to tell him about the bracelet. Now that you're older, it felt funny to talk about the spell your Alpha put on your bracelet. Because now that you're older, you realise that you want a family. You want an Alpha to yourself. You want to get pregnant. You’re suddenly mad at your pack Alpha for putting that stupid curse on your bracelet.

You locked your room door, just in case. This bunker is full of alphas and one omega. If anything happens, you're on you own.

Neither Sam nor Dean asked you about your bracelet again after that night. Sam respects you, but Dean is another story. To Dean, he knows that you won't be around all the time and he figured that if he is important enough, you'd tell. But if he’s not....so he ignored about your bracelet even though he is still curious.

***

Three nights at the bunker without going out because all three of you were busy solving a case, you finally found an answer. Once you and Sam found out how to kill a demon and Dean showed the strategy, three of you began moving. According to plan, you will be on the look out, fight and kill demons who get in your way, and be a backup. Meanwhile Sam and Dean go in and kill. You argued with Dean how it is dangerous for him and Sam to fight possibly 20 demons alone, but he insisted. At least, if they died, they do not have anyone to go back to. You clearly have your Alpha and your pack.

After 2 three hours on the look out, you managed to kill 3 demons with your custom made holy water bullets. You rogered Sam and Dean. You got feedback for a few times, until one moment where everyone is silent. The surrounding isn’t helping either because it suddenly went creepily quiet.

"Sam?" you spoke through your earbuds calling for one of the brothers. "Are you okay there? Do you need me to go in?"

Sam didn’t reply, unfortunately.

You started to feel edgy.

"Dean? Dean, can you hear me? Do you guys need me in there?"

The silence continued.

While you're worrying about Sam and Dean, while focusing on communicating with them, feeling edgy and frustrated, one thing you didn't realise is how you transmitted your scent and it become sharp. After years of knowing Dean, there's a different kind of worry you had towards him. It came from your heart. Maybe that triggers it.

Suddenly, you heard a loud growl behind you. You gasped. Your heart drummed inside your ears as the fast footsteps approaching you like lightning. In the dark, you saw a pair of angry bright yellow eyes preying you.

Instinctively, you run. You run as fast as you can from your chaser. From his scent, you know that he's an alpha. A familiar one, but through the daze, you cannot figure out whose scent it is. You did not know where he came from, but you're genuinely scared of him. All these times, you being a hunter, didn't even faze with other alphas, but tonight changed. He scared you to death.

The Alpha growled louder. "Stop!" he shouted. "(Y/n), stop running!"

Wait, do I know him? You wondered.

"Stop, (y/n)! It's me! It's Dean!" he said.

"No!" you shouted back. Seriously? When you're being chased by an alpha without warning, even though he claimed that he is someone you knew, you won't stop to believe.

You heard another frustrating growl from behind you before he jumped and launch towards you causing you both to fall, entangled on the ground with him on top of your back.

"Stop it, please!" he cried.

"NO!" you said through your greeted teeth, struggling to free yourself from his firm grip. "I won't!"

"Don't! My- inner- alpha- gets excited- if you run! (Y/N)!" he shouted your name at your ear causing you to startle to a stop. "I'm Dean. Please trust me."

You're panting on the ground. You felt the person's hot breath behind your neck and you shivered. After a while, when he didn't feel you struggling, he slowly lose his grip on you. He let you free, taking a space from you. You got up as well.

You slowly turned to look at the person as if a sudden move will cause you get be pinned again. His height. His hair. The shadow of his eyes. "Dean?"

"I'm sorry," he quickly apologised. "I don't know what triggered me. I- uh- Your scent. It’s.... it's driving me mad." He shook his head. His nose flared as he smells you from the distance you put between you and Dean. His heart raced in his chest.

"Maybe you've got the wrong person," you said, trying to deny Dean. You're on suppressants. Both the pill and the spray blockers. You were told that after years of taking them, your body might be immune with it that you won't give out your original sweet omega scent (although you're still taking them now for precautions).

"No. I believe I don't." Dean was so sure of himself.

You went quiet, do not know what to say or do. For the time ever, Dean is not yelling at you or arguing with you or complaining about you. He looks almost like he is admitting to you. That surprised you. You do not have any words to say.

Dean stared at you. "I-I hope this isn't so much to ask, but can I scent you?"

You quickly shook your head.

"Please, (y/n). Help me calm down. Please," he begged.

Yes, you can see that Dean is struggling. After a quick thinking, you agreed. You let Dean approached you and let him scented you.

"Haa." Dean sighed, putting him at ease.

***

It's been a few days of finding out that you're Dean's mate. You seriously do not know how it happened because you honestly didn't smell different on Dean. It's like the suppressants work opposite on you rather than on other omegas who can smell their mate, but not their mate to theirs. You're not comfortable sleeping with Dean, but that's the least you can do for him to calm himself down. It seems that every night he gets nightmares.

Good thing Dean didn't push you as well. Oh, except one thing.

"So, care to tell me how that bracelet of yours work?" he asked. "It doesn't hurt you at all, but it hurt me and Sam. And I believe it hurt many shifters, too."

You looked down to your bracelet, contemplating.

"Come on, (y/n). What's there to hide from me?"

"Well, if you want to know," you started.

You began telling Dean about it. How you wanted to be an independent omega and that your pack Alpha made you wear that cursed bracelet. You told him you weren't thinking properly back then. You wanted to be on your own so bad that you agreed to his term, but now, it started to feel funny.

"I need to breed you to break the curse," Dean more likely to state rather than asking. "You clearly made the wrong decision because you make me feel challenged, (y/n)."

You shivered. You didn't like to ear that from Dean. Somehow, it sounded scary because you know how an alpha could act when challenged.

“Did your pack Alpha mark you?”

You gasped sharply. “NO!” You glared at Dean. “I’m not marked. And I’ve never- never did that....that thing.”

Dean raised his eyebrows. “Your heats?”

“Suppressants. Pills. Everything that could help me get distracted.”

“No wonder,” Dean said.

"(Y/n)?" Dean called softly, getting you out of the trance. He sighed, sensing your stress. "Look, don't worry about it, okay? I won't go rough on you. We'll try to break it from time to time, alright?"

You nodded your head weakly, understood.

***

6 years later

It has been 6 years since you and Dean mated. You stopped taking your meds. You decided that it’s time to let your body work naturally. Of course, there were uneven heats, falling sick, imbalance hormones, you hated Dean without a reason and Dean ignored you for a few weeks, not understanding your emotions. Good thing you have Sam to talk to.

You and Dean continued to try to break your cursed silver bracelet. Dean would knot you when you're in heat. You'd let him knot you when he's in rut. Hell, you both even tried when you're in heat and Dean's in rut. However, it's still not working.

You started to feel down and giving up, sometimes. Not only because you can't break the curse but because you cannot get pregnant and give Dean an heir. You've talked to your pack Alpha to break the spell, but he said he cannot do anything. A curse is a curse. It's like it's promised and you have to fulfill it to break the curse.

You and Dean tried again last night since you're on your heat. Like always, you will wake quite later than Dean after having sex. Dean is already in the kitchen with Sam to prepare for lunch when you entered with your hair still a mess. You took a seat beside Dean and leaned into him.

Dean sighed in contempt, feeling your body against his. "Are you okay there, sweetheart? Did I go too hard on you last night?"

Hearing that, Sam snorted. He really didn't want to hear his brother's sex life.

"No. I'm just tired. Thinking too much," you mumbled through his neck. "Wish I could cuddle with you all day."

"I wish the same," Dean said. "But I gotta work, baby. Sam and I had that negotiation thing going on this afternoon. You want to join us?" It's not that you don't know that they're on a case.

You shook your head. "I feel like my body is changing from the inside for some reason." You sighed and you stretched your back and your neck. "It hurts everywhere and no, it's not because of you."

"Okay, then. You should get some rest. You've been working hard these days," Dean said softly as he caressed your back, knowing that helps you to soothe the pain.

***

You really do not know what's happening to your body. Neither sitting nor standing nor stretching nor even laying down on your back, soothed the pain. Every where hurts including your head. You felt dizzy and nausea from time to time, but didn't make you vomit, though.

You didn't have any appetite. You only make yourself a cup of hot green tea just to take down the nausea a little. Sometimes, you take the protein bar. You only ate them half way before putting it back inside the fridge. Then, you ate Dean's bacon. And still, you only ate two strips before putting the rest back to where it belonged.

You spend your time alone in Dean's room. Cuddling with his clothes while watching the TV. His clothes doesn't do much, but enough to make yourself calm and less dizzy. The nausea also slim down. Somewhere in the middle of watching a kid chasing a dog, you fell asleep and only to be woken up by Dean shaking you hours later.

"(Y/n)? Hey." Dean scratched the back of his head. His forehead is in million wrinkles, but his lips. They're a form of a smile.

"Dean. Hey, you're back." Your throw yourself at Dean and he quickly caught you and hugged you. You scented Dean, feeling your heartbeat calming down. "Ah. This is nice." Dean knows that that is your way of telling him that you missed you.

"Feeling better?"

You sighed with your eye closed. Now that you can scent Dean rather than his clone.

"Uhm, (y/n)?"

"Mhm?"

“Open your eyes.”

Slowly, Dean brought your broken cursed silver bracelet to your eyes, showing it to you. You frowned, didn't understand. You looked up at Dean with a questioning look. Seems that you're still in daze from your nap and your sickness.

"Sweetheart, your bracelet is detached from your wrist."

"Huh?" was your first reaction. But then, "Wait! My- wrist is free?" You beamed. "Oh my God! Yes! I'm free!" You cheered, laughing and giggling to yourself over the fact that you're no longer bound a magic spell - a decision that reminded you how stupid you were.

You turned to look at Dean, but he is not celebrating with you. "Dean? What's wrong?"

"No. I-I just-"

"Hey, what's wrong?" You asked Dean softly, looking at him in the eyes, worried. Did I say something wrong?

That's when you felt Dean's hand, the one that is hugging you from behind, rested on your stomach. "Oh!"

"Yeap!" Dean slowly smiled.

"Oh my God, Dean! I'm-" Your hands ran over Dean's hand that's on your stomach.

Dean grinned when he saw you excited as well. "Yeap!" Dean chuckled. "Yes, baby, you're pregnant! We're having a pup!"

"Oh, Dean!" Your eyes started to water as you cupped Dean's face. "I'm really sorry I didn't- I was too happy with that bracelet, but then you-"

"Hey, hey, shh, it's okay," Dean said softly. His free hand thumbed your lips. Your silver bracelet is somewhere in the room, forgotten. "I love you."

You smiled before kissing Dean.

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blackhakumen · 4 years ago

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Mini Fanfic #590: Unexpected Reunion (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

It was a normal, peaceful day in the Smash Mansion and Shadow and Hat Kid was about to watch a Halloween themed movie together. When suddenly.......

????: (Appears From Out of the Ground in a Shadow-ly Like Form) Herrrre's SNATCHER!

Hat Kid: ('Gasps')

('Click')

Shadow: (Immediately Pulls his Gun on the Figure)

Snatcher: Huh. A black, edgy hedgehog with a gun....(Turns his Head at the Viewers) That definitely wouldn't stir up any controversies in the long run.

Shadow: Enough talk. Who are you and what are you doing in this-

Hat Kid: Shadow!

Shadow: Hm? (Turns to Hat Kid) What's wrong, sister?

Hat Kid: (Whispers Something into Shadow's Ear)

Shadow: (Listening to Everything Hat Kid is Telling Him) Mhmm... Uh-huh....Wait....(Turns to Snatcher for a Few Seconds Before Turning Back to Hat Kid) You mean to tell that you know this clown?

Hat Kid: (Simply Nodded)

Shadow: And that he's one of your friends from that space trip of yours?

Hat Kid: (Nodded Once More)

Shadow: (Looks Back at Snatcher One More Time Before Turning Back to Hat Kid) Are you absolutely sure that he's not a threat?

Hat Kid: (Nodded Once More Before Giving Shadow the Puppy Dog Eyes)

Shadow: (Sighs in Defeat Before Putting his Gun Down) Fine. He can stay for a while....

Hat Kid: (Rapidly Clap her Hands Happily Before Hugging Shadow) Thank you!~

Shadow: (Gently Pats.the Top of Hat Kid's Head With a Small Smile on His Face) Yes. Yes. It's no problem.

'Ahem'

The duo finally turn their attention to Snatcher, who is crossing his arms impatiently.

Snatcher: Hate to ruin your little family moment or whatever, but you do know that I'm still here, right?

Hat Kid: (Happily Waves at Snatcher)

Shadow: (Puts on a Straight Face) We noticed. So I take it you're uhh...

Snatcher: Snatcher's the name, tormenting fools and their souls are my game! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Shadow: (Raised an Eyebrow in a Suspicious Manner) Really now?

Snatcher: (Place his Arms Behind the Back of His Head in a Relaxed Manner) Yeeeup. Been doing it for eternity now and it never gets old. Judging by your edgy appearance, I'm guessing your name is-

Shadow: Shadow. Shadow the Hedgehog. I'm the Ultimate Lifeform....(Gently Ruffles the top of Hat Kid's Hair) as well as this little rascal's older brother.

Hat Kid: (Giggles Softly)

Snatcher: Ah yeah. The kid did told me about having two brothers here.... Where's the other one?

Shadow: Out running. His name is Sonic, in case you were wondering.

Snatcher: Generic name, but whatever.

Shadow: So..... Snatcher.... Exactly how did you and Hat Kid first met?

Snatcher: We met back in Subcon Forest. She was walking around, looking for her little time pieces or whatever, and once she fell for one of my booby traps, I immediately stole her soul!

Shadow: (Eyes Widened in Surprised) You stole her what?!

Snatcher: Her soul! S-O-U-L! Honestly, were you even listening the first time I said it, Mr. Ultimate Lifeform?

Shadow: (Glares at Snatcher While Gritting his Teeth and Balling his Fist) I did.....

Hat Kid: (Frowns Worryingly While Calming Shadow Down) Shadow, it's okay.

Snatcher: Oh relax, will ya? I didn't entirely kept it for myself. I gave her a contract to sign to do all the tasks I have planned, in order for her to leave my forest. And....(Facepalms While Sighing) To my literal surprise, she was able to do all of them, with little to no problem.

Shadow: She did?

Snatcher: Yeah. And let me tell ya, I picked out the most challenging objectives ever known to men and spirits alike! I made her murder spirits, clean the Subcon Well, deliver mail and packages to my loyal subjects, mess around with Queen Vanessa's manor-

Shadow: (Crosses his Arms) So basically, you made her do your chores.

Snatcher: (Glares Fiercely at Shadow) HEY! THOSE WERE NOT CHORES!! THEY WERE THE MOST GRUESOME TASKS THAT NO MEN, WOMEN, OR ANY OTHER LOWER CLASS SPECIES COULD EVER HOPE OF COMPLETING!!

Shadow: (Raised an Eyebrow) ..............

Snatcher: ('Groans in Defeat') Okay. Fine. So maybe they were just chores. But they were difficult a-and deadly! And yet somehow, that little twerp was able to complete them all!

Shadow: (Turns to Hat Kid) You were able to accomplish all of that just to get your soul back?

Hat Kid: (Proudly Nodded) Mmhmm!

Shadow: (Chuckles Lightly as He Ruffles the top of Hat Kid's Hair Once More) I guess you really are full of surprises, huh kiddo?

Hat Kid: (Giggles Softly)

Snatcher: (Rolled his Eyes While Groaning) Alright. That's enough rambling on about my failures for one day. Let's change the subject, shall we?

Shadow: (Turns Back to the Snatcher) Okay, sure. What else do you want to talk about?

Snatcher: You, of course! Shadow, isn't it? Tell me. How exactly did you get the name "Ultimate Lifeform" in first place? It sounds wayyyyyy to exceptional to be given to anyone.

Shadow: I can assure that the name alone, is far from being an empty title. It was given to by Professor Gerald Robotnik, the man who created me in the Space Colony Ark, many years ago.

Snatcher: (Starts Getting Intrigued) Oh? You don't say.....

Shadow: That's right. I originally created to be an immortal being, but....(Frowns a bit Sadly) Let's just say that... during those years, the professor would used me later for something I.... really don't want to get into right now....(Or possibly ever.)

Hat Kid: (Starts Feeling Sympathy for Shadow as She Hugs Him Tightly)

Snatcher: Ah. So you got yourself a case of a troubling past?

Shadow: ('Sigh') For the most part. But that's all in the past now. I may have been through a lot during those times and done things I'm not proud of, but that doesn't mean I could let them get the better of me. Especially now that I have people in my life, whom I love and cherish everyday. That's why I do whatever I can to fight and protect them, as well as everyone else in this world. No matter how challenging it may be at times.

Hat Kid: (Smiles Softly at Shadow's Speech)

Snatcher: Yeesh. For an Edgelord, you really are a goodie two shoes.

Shadow: (Shrugged) That may be the case, but at the end of the day, and for the most part, it's who I am. And I'm proud of that.

Snatcher: (Rolled his Eyes) Whatever floats your boat, man.......(Suddenly Begins to Grin Evilly While Coming Up with an Idea) Say.....If you want, I can make you an offer you-

Shadow: No.

Snatcher: Ah come on! You don't even know what it is!

Shadow: And whatever this offer of yours is, I'm not interested in it. No matter how many times you would try to convince me.

Snatcher: ('Groans Heavily') Does anyone ever told you how much of a killjoy you really are?!

Shadow: I have been called that on some occasions. It never bothered me, really.

Snatcher: ('Sighs in Defeat') This is already getting boring. I'm outta here.

Shadow: Already?

Snatcher: Yep. I have places to be, souls to steal, fools to torture. Vice versa.

Shadow: Well, if that's the case, I suppose it was..... somewhat nice to meet you in person.

Snatcher: Likewise. You seems like an interesting fellow.....Even if you are a too goody for your good. (Turns to Hat Kid) And as for you, brat, it was.....kind of...sort of....nice to...see you again or whatever-

Hat Kid: (Happily Gives The Snatcher a Hug)

Snatcher: (Groans While Blushing a Little) Yeah, yeah. I know. I missed you too. Now let go of me already!

Hat Kid: (Giggles Softly While Pulling Away)

Snatcher: I swear. Nothing seems to faze you anymore. ('Sigh') No matter. I'm leaving now so......Bye! (Disappears Out of Thin Air)

Shadow: (Sighs While Turning to Hat Kid Once More) You have some weird friends and enemies, you know that? Then again, I had deal with Eggman on most occasions. So I guess I had no room to talk, huh?

Hat Kid: (Giggles Softly) Maybe~

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#super smash ultimate #a hat in time #shadow the hedgehog #hat kid #the snatcher #humor #fluff #a bit of angst #halloween month #reuion

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rhymingshadows · 4 years ago

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His Raw Materials: Part 3

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(Part Three in which Krick gets to be edgy...again. I do enjoy writing a character that is both stable yet shamelessly villainous. And can use magic. That’s always nice. LOL. Enjoy!) So far as restaurants went, this one wasn’t anything amazing. As a small sushi establishment in one of the most run-down areas of Shirogane, “The Red Carp’ had long since forgotten its heyday. That’s why the owners, a pair of local hyurs, were legitimately surprised when Krick entered at an early hour. They didn’t get many customers in general, especially not at this hour. Further, not ones dressed so well, or possessing such an unsettling aura, as Krick. Krick took a table opposite the door and ordered several eel rolls and a kettle of green tea. He then tossed a pouch of gil on the table and told the hyur couple to leave for the next few hours as he wished to eat alone. The couple, anxious but drooling over the large amount of gil, which was more then what they made in a moon, took the gil and left once the food was set before the odd miqo’te. Once alone, Krick pulled out his copy of the ‘Blitzball Monthly’ magazine and casually began to read an article about improving his passing game as he used a set of chopsticks to eat his eel rolls. Once he was certain the couple was gone, the blonde miqo’te pulled out the vial of blood he’d taken from Una the night prior and poured the crimson liquid onto the table. Using his index finger, he drew a pentagram on the table and then ringed the icon. He eyed the red seal before his eyes flashed green and the symbol glowed a dark red for a moment. A second later the twin glows faded and Krick cleaned his finger with a rag before he resumed eating his meal. He set the magazine over the seal and began to enjoy himself despite what he knew what was going to happen next. These crusading dogs of ‘The Rising Dawn’ never disappointed.

Eventually a trio of figures entered the restaurant. They seemed to have tried to look inconspicuous. Simple kimonos covered their bodies but their weapons and frames revealed they were far more dangerous than any mere merchants. An au ra female stayed in the doorway, hand on her sheathed katana as a male hyur and a male elezen approached Krick, who pretended to ignore them all and eat his meal. He went to turn the page of his magazine when a knife slammed down and pinned the page to the table. Krick blinked slowly before he lifted his head and stared up at the elezen they leaned in and twisted his grip on the knife. “You seemed to have mis-sheathed your knife.” Krick commented in a calm, dry tone that held a hint of smug condemnation. “No, I stick it where I want.” the elezen retorted, glaring at Krick with hatred in his blue eyes. “I see, so like the glory holes of Uldah perchance?” Krick leaned back and made a ‘tsk tsk’ noise. “I hope you can talk so smugly when we set you ablaze, K’rick Nunh.” the elezen hissed. Krick blinked at that. He hadn’t been a Nunh in decades. The elezen noticed the reaction and spat onto Krick’s remaining sushi. “Oh yes, necromancer. We know all about you. The Lady herself has chosen to brief us about you and the threat you pose.” “I do wish that whore would keep my name from her tongue.” Krick commented calmly. The nearby hyur drew his sword. “Watch your tongue, sinner. The Lady’s honor will not be besmirched by a thing like you.” they hyur growled as he turned and entered the kitchen to look around. “Ah, another zealot disliking having reality mentioned.” Krick glanced back to the elezen. “The Order of Sysst is finished, necromancer.” the elezen’s eyes flashed gold as a surge of righteous aether raced through them. “We know your order is floundering. And soon the disk will be destroyed and your leader’s threat to Eozrea will be gone.” “Fantastic how backwards you have that. Your whore has brainwashed you all very well.” The elezen slammed Krick across the face as he finished speaking. His neck popped as Krick’s head jerked violently to the left and he tasted blood from a gashed lip. “Lucky Hojo wants you alive to spill your secrets before we spill your guts.” the elezen taunted darkly. Krick licked his bloody lip as the hyur returned and barked: “Sinner, where is your comrade? We sensed their energy here.” “So you -were- looking for that pawn.” Krick nodded, his hypothesis verified. “Hojo is able to pass on what he senses. The Hrothgar never ceases to amaze and prove he is a true threat.” “Where is he?” the elezen growled, his hand still on the knife that was pinning down his magazine. “We sniffed him out. We know they are here.” “Funny thing about dogs like you.” Krick turned and looked at the elezen. “You all smell so well, but forget to use your eyes to look for the traps your nose gets you in.” His eyes flared green as the pentagram under the magazine flared to life. The pentagram began to move as the blood slithered like serpents up the blade of the dagger. Around the metal the tendrils of red spun until they swarmed over the elezen’s fingers and buried themselves into the male’s flesh. Immediately, the elezen began screaming as his flesh and blood began to boil and rot. The disease began to quickly spread up his arm, eating away at his mortal coil. The hyur, realizing dark magic was in play, summoned his aether as his own eyes flared gold. He swung his sword and the table exploded into a shower of splinters as it was cleft in twain. But Krick dove away to the right just prior to the blade’s impact. In the doorway, the au ra was screaming and clutching at her eyes. A murder of ravens had descended upon her and their talons and beaks had made short work of her eyes. She staggered out into the street and clutched at the ruin of her face. “Monster!” they hyur howled when the elezen collapsed to the ground as a pile of rotted, boiling flesh and steaming puss. The smell was horrific but it didn’t faze the necromancer in the slightest. “A monster?” Krick commented as his tail twitched slowly. He was still remembering how to use it. The ghost of a smug grin teased his lips as he began to summon his aether to his form and the shadow at his feet shivered and squirmed. “Your Lady has committed atrocities the likes of which I could never hope to match. You’re ‘holy’ crusade is a lie, and your ‘righteous’ road will lead you to hell, just like mine.” Golden flames wreathed the hyur’s sword as he charged forward but the shadows beneath Krick seemed to open up like a set of jaws and he fell into the floor and was gone. The hyur bellowed in anger as he swung his blade at the floor, striking the spot where Krick had vanished. “Monster!” they hyur roared. “We’ll hunt you and your ilk to the ends of this star. You hear me!” A raven in the doorway did hear the hyur before it flew away, the au ra’s blood dripping from its beak. From someplace else, the necromancer smirked. “I do. And I’m glad of it. Follow me all over Eorzea, little dogs. My trail will stay fresh so you cannot find the other trails you seek.”

#His Raw Materials #His Raw Materials Plot #Krick #K'rick Peyrick #RP #Writing #Balmung #writing for fun #FFXIV

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transgayhamlet-blog · 5 years ago

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finished banana fish! so here are some of my thoughts on it (obv spoilers)!!! CW // trauma, abuse, mentions of character death!! //

god wow. even tho i spoiled it for myself at the end (had a vague sense of what was gonna happen anyway), it still wrenched my heart out in the most tender way. i have a lot of trouble crying, especially when it comes to things affecting me. usually only angst in fan fiction can get a few tears out of me (i am not bragging about this. this isn’t a good thing to have, it’s a symptom of trauma and it’s not edgy or cool! i’m working on letting myself be more emotional but it’s a work in progress.) so to have several moments in this anime that caused me to straight up sob is revolutionary.

all of the dynamics between the characters were very real and fleshed out, to me at least. ash’s reactions were ones that i could so closely relate to that it hurt. i’m not used to relating to characters because i’m used to not reacting to things that hurt me, unless it involves people i love. so i totally get switching between these two extremes. i get the scene where ibe sees ash enjoying his time with eiji just for ash to be closed off at the sight of an adult. i get it. i understand it so well and i don’t ever see media that shows this well. obviously, the anime demonizes both ash and yut lung (which is understandable to an extent considering it revolves around a mind controlling drug and other terrible things, but still) but it doesn’t make them feel like villains. at least, not to me. seeing them hate themselves in their own ways allowed me to have sympathy for myself, because i could see ash blaming himself for things that happened to him that weren’t his fault. and then, flipping that emotion towards him back on me changed my mindset on myself a bit. they deserved to be happy. all of them (not all of them, yknow what i mean). and so do i. i didn’t need to go thru all that just to learn to be strong. nobody deserves that.

it also made me feel less terrible about hating my abusers. even tho my situation isn’t as extreme as ash’s or yut lung’s, it’s still similar in many aspects. nobody ever discourages ash’s anger and hate towards golzine or others. and even tho that seems rlly simple, it’s not something u get very easily. i disrupt my family’s dynamic because i finally allow myself to be angry, rightfully so, at my abusers. so seeing people support ash in that sense is very comforting.

lastly, although i wish ash didn’t die at the end, i think it did comfort a part of me. he should’ve had the chance to live peacefully and happily. because so many of us don’t get that. so many is those abused or traumatized don’t escape it. and it hurts. we aren’t meant to be martyrs or symbols or romanticized. but. he did seem at peace. he wasn’t paralyzed by fear or killed by an abuser. lao had his reasons, even though it was misunderstood. and my one wish in life is to die calmly. to not be scared or worried or clutching at the last threads of life that i’ve tried so hard to escape from. he had more things to do, which is soemthing i fear, but i think we will always have things left unsaid no matter how much we prepare. i haven’t felt peace in a long tine, so seeing ash get it in his death is comforting. i’m just rambling at this point but i don’t know how else to describe it.

eiji. my baby. eiji. i have an eiji in my life. or had? maybe that’s another reason i relate to ash :( we broke up after i left for college, but she’s my eiji. in a life of darkness and bitter fury and turmoil, i found someone who looked last all that. who wasn’t fazed by the baggage i was so worried about deterring others with. who gave me hope, let me see that there are good people in the world. she didn’t save me. but she was a piece of light that i needed at the time. like ash, i didn’t think there were people out there willing to help and care for me without wanting something in return. but there are. and they’re worth it !!!

summary: banana fish is awesome and i loved it! obviously that’s just my opinion and it wasn’t perfect, but i just related to the experiences and feelings of ash, something i’m not used to doing with most media.

#banana fish #banana fish spoilers #angst #thoughts #trauma #abuse #character death #bittersweet ending #hope!!!!

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cruzrogue · 5 years ago

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F’M Smoak

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for fanfiction:

Prompt number: 5 “I might just kiss you.”

Fandom (AU if applicable): #arrow fanfiction #olicity #Flommy

Thomas Merlyn/ Felicity Smoak

Rating:G

Warnings/Tags: Fluff (friendship)

F’M Smoak

Summary:

Goth Felicity can sing and it brings unwanted attention from a lacrosse player. In the midst of this she meets a charming college guy who she easily befriends.

As her sweetest song she’s singing right now has that quite different sound from the array of beats of the rest of her lyrical music. She loves this one as it is of a sweet innocence and it is gushy and a real love song but she plays it with such heartfelt gusto saying the chorus again and again as the song comes to an end.

“I might just kiss you.”

The crowd cheering loudly for a favorite that seems to appear every so often with a local college band that play instruments for her to sing a few original songs. She’s taking in the audience. In the last few months it seems she been gathering a few followers. It’s cool and all but sometimes these fans kind of come on way to strong and she it takes her from her comfort zone. She’s glad the owner of at least this establishment keeps an eye on the rowdiness. Sometimes things escalate quickly and Felicity feels so out of her element trying to deal with overeager men.

Tonight, is no exception as she’s occupied on her last song of the night that she doesn’t see the lacrosse player she’s had to repeatedly decline slip back stage. The guy doesn’t take no very well. Last time he was extremely drunk and thought she’d do for some fun that night. Kicking him in the gonads wasn’t enough to get the point across that she truly isn’t interested in some guy who creeps her out. Its not like she didn’t express that she was underage and doesn’t even drink. Not that the bar would serve her anyhow. Thank goodness the bouncer threw the lacrosse player out before she’d have to call the police.

That night may be one night of many. So, her enthusiasm to keep rocking hasn’t been spoiled by a few bad apples. She likes to sing these darker songs that fit her young being alone temperament. She’s still a teenager and basically is all by herself in this world if she doesn’t count her mom who is thousands of miles away in Las Vegas. Being a kid and really having to rely on herself is got to be the biggest mood.

When she needed cash for a small project that has become a go to happy hobby of hers. She’s finds old computers and put them back together to create a library of computer power. It costs a lot of dough to refit with new components. Technology is not cheap.

Her roommate seriously told her to try stripping. That got Felicity to raise her eyebrows at the girl. First, she was underage and that didn’t seem to faze her roommate at all it only made Felicity become more withdrawn in that friendship. She isn’t going to become a stripper, she just wasn’t. Soon after she met a few guys at karaoke that had a falling out with their main singer and well after a few conversations they tried it out. She just wants to play short term while they find a new front for the group. She doubts this is what she’ll want long term anyhow.

Her edgy voice bringing the crowd to erupt to a chorus she humming out. It seems they love this particular song. She wrote it weeks ago when a college frat boy broke her heart. He didn’t literal break it with any misdeeds he broke it by telling her she wasn’t his type. His loss because he gave her a song that connected with loads of people. Raising her arm at the end and enjoying the audience clapping she just follows the guys downstairs where this cute college looking guy tells her how great the performance was.

“That was truly awesome.”

“Thanks. My bandmates really did amazing up there.”

“Yea, but your voice. It holds this melody that I really liked.”

She just smiles. Her bandmates already moving out of view. “Thanks again. I’m just going to go back there. I’m super parched.”

“I can get you a drink?”

“Sorry. No thanks. That nice of you…” Felicity gives him another sweet smile before adding, “and all.”

“Tommy. That’s my name.”

“Okay, thanks Tommy. I don’t want to keep you from your friends.” She looking at a few guys holding their thumbs up at him. It makes him sigh.

“Sorry, they are… were with me. Don’t let them get to you. They can be jerks.”

“Well then. You should than probably make better friends.” She winks and starts to leave but then turns to him. “Care to join me in a refreshing bottle of water?”

“Water huh? You’re to young to be alcoholic?” He then adds, “Or just too young?”

“I’m too young to drink.” She laughs as she goes to grab a drink that is left there for her when a hand grabs her wrist.

“Hey, baby miss me?”

“You? What are you doing here?” Felicity trying to wrestle her wrist away with no luck.

“Your voice is so angelic and how can I keep away when all I want is to take care of you babes?” He pushes her closer and her other arm shoots out helping her to keep her distance.

“How did you get backstage?”

Tommy taking in the quick happening scene when his mind took that this guy wasn’t someone she wanted to talk to.

“Hey, I don’t think the lady is interested.”

“Fuck off frat boy. I got this.”

That makes Tommy come closer. Felicity doesn’t want the new stranger to get involved any deeper. “Tommy, its okay. I can handle it.”

“You shouldn’t have to. If this creep is bothering you.” His voice a little higher that it gets the guys that are putting their instruments away off on the other side take notice. They are now on alarm and start to head to Felicity’s defense.

“Hey F’M do you know these guys?”

Felicity pulls her wrist again from the obvious stalker of a few weeks but his grip is tighter.

Tommy speaks out, “I just met her. Though this guy is physically not letting her go.”

“Hey man, let her go!” The four guys from the band are now just poised and looking at the jerk.

“This bitch wants me. We’ve gotten to know each other for awhile now. We are going. Right babe?” He gives her a very dark stare as if she doesn’t cooperate there will be hell to pay.

Felicity gazes at the player and for a split second thinks it be good to listen and no escalation of violence will take place if she just does as he asks. It when she turns her eyes towards Tommy and sees something. A way out. He there and his stance is of someone who will help and not cower but he is waiting on her decision. She nods to him. That nod only makes him rigid. His words now controlled as his deep voice leaves no room of doubt, “She isn’t leaving with you.”

Just before the lacrosse player can say a word the owner has made his appearance with a bouncer and he notices as he gives a look to the player and then looks him dead in the eyes. “I thought I told you to never come back? Get out!”

Felicity pulls hard and her wrist is free. Tommy takes a risk as he places his body between the jerk and the singer he really enjoyed tonight.

Years later…

Felicity walks as silently as she can towards where the door down to the foundry at Verdant. She stops when she hears a voice.

“You know, I knew I know your face from some place.”

Felicity whips around to look at Tommy Merlyn behind a bar. They haven’t really talked since that incident. It was so many years ago. So much has changed. Even the color of her hair is a different. No more Goth and she quite literally is the flipped coin of her youth.

“Hi Tommy. I didn’t see you there?”

“Another late night down stairs working on wiring issues?”

“Um… well.”

“Hmm Hm. You are a busy IT girl. Got to say Oliver really is working you overtime.”

“Well he asked nicely and…”

“I bet he did. I’m more interested in the whole transformation?”

“Transformation? You must be thinking of someone else?”

He laughs. “I could be. Though I think we both know you are the spitting image of F’M Smoak.” He sees she doesn’t say a word waiting on what he is going to say next. “Felicity Smoak what does M stand for?”

“My middle name Megan.”

“You gave up singing?”

She shrugs. “It brought out some weirdos and my passion is with technology.”

“You were good?”

“I think you are just being nice.”

He pulls a shirt from under the bar. Letting her see the name across the smoke’s emblem of her name. “I’ve held on to this shirt since seeing you for a third time. It was hard to go backstage because of the bouncers. Heard you were getting way too many eager fans.”

“Yea, side effect. It all died down after I took a work study program working with my main love.”

“Good for you. Though it be a shame if that voice never makes a debut again.”

“Tommy, let us keep this little story to ourselves. No one needs to know.”

“Fine, if that is what you really want. Verdant could use the talent.”

“Well Merlyn, maybe I could play a set on Halloween because that is the only time, I’ll wear a mask and even be something I’m not anymore.”

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer.”

“And I am deeply sorry that you got a black eye over me.”

“Oh yes, that dude threw a mean one.”

“He was a total ass and let’s just say that he’s still on the government watch list to this day.”

Tommy smiles. “Okay Smoak, guess you should go do whatever you’re supposed to be doing.” He winks at her as he turns around. “He is most likely downstairs being moody while wondering where you are.”

She shakes her head, “It isn’t like that.”

He doesn’t turn to look at her again, “Sure! If you say so. Goodnight.” He knows she still there as he lets out the last melody of a certain song, “I might just kiss you.”

He hears her whimsical laughter as she calls out “Night Tommy!”

When he hears the downstairs lock click, he turns to watch her go. Mumbling low, “Damn fool downstairs has no idea what a lucky prick he is.”

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louiesmixtape · 5 years ago

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let me make this clear - i was NOT a new kids on the block fan. like many boy bands, i could rock with a few of their songs because let’s be real, boy bands give you some ear worm joints, but i never fan gurled over them. that would come later during teen years when i fell in love with russell neal of hi-five. lawd, i had a wall of posters that i got out of black beat and right magazines dedicated to them. but i digress. back to these white boys from boston. new kids on the block were the biggest boy band of the 1980’s with their imperial faze peaking in 1989 and 1990. and these boys got huge fast! at the start of 1989, they were these unknown mediocre pop group with a decent lead singer. but what gave them some “edge” was that radio listeners initially thought they were black after hearing “(you got it) the right stuff.” yeah, i know what you’re thinking but the song did peak inside the top 20 on the r&b chart. the 80’s were something else. but to the defense of radio listeners, pop radio, which at that time REALLY meant white radio, was so bland and boring that the new kids on the block were edgy. that’s the best defense, i have y’all. anywho, they began 1989 touring with the teen pop queen tiffany as her opening act. half way through that tour, she was opening for them. OUCH! their sophomore “hangin’ tough” was so successful that it boasted five top 10 singles including a pair of number one singles and this b-side “my favorite girl.” only released to radio in janaury of 1990 to hold off fans until the summer of release of their third album, “my favorite girl” was a radio hit. now, again, i was not a fan of new kids but the melody of this song slaps. but it was the c&c music factory freestyle remix that sealed the deal with me. it gave the song the umph that ur needed and made it - how do i say this - a fuckin’ dope ass pop/dance song. “my favorite girl” was not released as a commercial single so it was ineligible to chart on the hot 100. it also limited it’s reach outside of the new kids universe and those who were pulled in because of their catchy pop songs. again, i was not a fan of theirs but i will forever dance my ass off to this song.

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completleymessy01 · 5 years ago

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7.5.20

Hi. I have alot to talk about, and idk if i will get to everything. Alot has happened since my last post. We are still on lockdown, im bored, but liking my new life more than my old one. I have managed to lose quite alot of weight, and im worried that ive reached my peak and wont be able to lose any more wieght. When really, i still need to lose atleast another 2-3kg. I believe in myself though. Im going to push through and really try hard to lose the remaining weight. Im saying this because today i ate rather unhealthy and had like four cookies. I actually have a “ sugar:” heacahe, which is a sore head i get when i have had too much junk food. My weight is just one of the many things on my mind. My father got arrested around a month ago and I have had no sort of contact with him. I miss him so much. I have to wait till atleast july 6th before i can speak to him. Whats so frustrating is that no one tells me shit. I dont know why i cant see him till then, all i knwo is that if i do, he will go to prison. That some mean shit right there. I have all these people telling me its a good thing he isnt in my life anymore.Saying that i have been abused and shouldnt want him in my life . But what they dont seem to understand is that he is me and im him. I am atleats 50% of him. Which terrifies me, i see it when i look into the mirror. His eyes, his lips, his resting face. I see it in my emotions. the anger that burns inside, when i shout at my brother i worry i will shout at my kids, abuse my kids, the same way my father abused me. Thats why i stand by his side. because i wish that my kids will stand by my side if i was to ever abuse them. Its like ive already decdied that i will be an awful mother. Like my father was to me. People tell me im nothing like him, but i know i am. I am different from others. I dont really feel much. and that scares the shit out of me. Tonight i feel lonley, and sorta wish i had a boyfriend lying next to me. A man in my life who would protect me from my father, and not let anyone treat me like shit or abuse me. Someone to hold me, look after me, look after my mum. I have this oveerwhelming feeling to care and nurture my mother and my brother. Like its my responsbility to look after them,my mother doesnt have any money and we are poor without my step dad. i wish i could make money somehow and provide for my family. One day i will. i swear to it. Being a victim of abuse has made me stronger. People at school, think im just the blonde pretty girl who has no personality and is dramatic. I can garantee im not. My father is a convict, my mother is stuck in a relationship for money, my brother suffers from multiple mental health issues. Dont even get started on me. Theres this one girl in my year, for some reason she really irritates me. I mean, she is pretty normal. Has lots of friends that are girls and boys, posts tik toks, is an old friend of my bestest friends. But she annoys me. She is a clear example of a privelledged person in my year who has no clue of the real world, and probably never will. She is popular, and whne ur popular u have so much power its insane. Im not popular. I dont know why, but i dont have alot of friends, When i do make a friend, they often say to me “ jeez your not as bad as everyone makes out” my heart always sinks. What is it about me thats so awful? I mean its probably the fact that i wear a mask to school, i act confident, smart, your tyypical dramatic teenage girl, when really im not confident, i dont think im smart and really nothing fucking fazes me. I sometimes think about posting online “ guess what? Just thought i would let you know i was abused all my life, emotionally and physcially by my dad, and now he has been arrested, so no, im not some fdramatic brat that has no clue, i know more about the real world than any of you” that would make me happy for about two seconds until i am then percieved as the attention seeking bitch. i mean, i swear you cant win in high school. I found out my classes for next year, there is this boy in one of my classes that i used to have a thing for, we talked at parties, over snpachat, but then out of nowhere he started dating some girl that was really popular and i guess u could say “edgy” however i was used to never getting the boy i liked so i moved on. But now he is in one of my three classes and i really cant afford to be distracted. Netx year is going to be the best year, i will hopefully be skinny, be applying to uni, be making friends, going to parties, possibly even a boyfriend. Although i am extremley picky, and the type of girl who likes one boy and wont settle for anyone else. Anyway my sugar headache is overpowering me and im tired. So night

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okietrish · 6 years ago

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Second Sun: pt. 1~ Greta Van Fleet

Hey guys! This is my first time writing anything like this. I’m a massive fan of Greta and have been pissed to find that there is no fan fiction anywhere!!!! So I took matters into my own hands. Feed back would be wonderful. I’ll take requests, all that Jazz, whatever y’all want I’m willing to give it a shot. Alright. Y’all enjoy this first part.

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Your mind isn’t a place that comes without chaos. It’s cloudy at times and riddled with worrisome thoughts and essentric dreams that spiral you into realizing that you’re not conventional in the least. This isn’t a new realization by any means, its obvious to you that your brain doesn’t function habitually. When you were younger you didn’t find yourself speaking your mind all that much due to anxiety, but you craved being heard, being noticed, being a person... that’s where writing came into play. It started off with poems, ridiculous journals that are so ‘edgy’ from when you were 12. It actually was “just a faze,” thank god, which made your mother happy...

Gradually through time and experience and aggressively going through far too many notebooks, your writing got far better, more natural for you, which lead to the true love of your life, music.

Music is constantly playing through your head, evident right now as you’re standing in line at Spill’n The Beans, hands down the best coffee shop due to the name alone. The people surrounding you look on curiously, unbeknownst to you, as you perform a detailed toe tapping/air drumming combo to the beat of You Shook Me by Zeppelin. The coffee shop wasn’t crowded this morning. Quiet, secluded, enough space around you to allow all of the thoughts and ideas to flow easily without the stress of other people to suffocate your mind. When you approach the front of the line you take your head phones out and get greeted by the warm, nostalgic smile of your best friend.

“Y/N, I’ve never been so happy to see your sexy self”

“My god Syd I saw you at home 40 minutes ago, miss me already?” You laughed at her look of betrayal knowing you’re in for a dramatic performance.

“Y/N Y/L/N I barely see you anymore and we live together. It’s all music now a days!” Her arms are on her hips now, mothering you like always. She complains of it, but you know deep down she loves to look after you.

You looked behind you making sure no one was in line waiting as she continued in a voice that was suppose to mock your own.

“‘Sorry love I have to practice bass.’ ’sorry Syd I have this tune stuck in my head and I need to go write’ ‘sorry Syd I’m just too fucking rock and roll to hang out with you and binge watch Harry Styles compilations anymore!’”

You looked at her for a moment, a smirk rising to your lips as your snorted a bit at your chaotic friend.

“Are you done?” You asked laughing.

“Yes, but I do miss you.” She said as she began making the same ice coffee combo you get every morning on your way to work, black cold brew with one pump of vanilla. A bitter sweet combo to kickstart your mind.

“I miss you too.” You spoke over the coffee machine. You did feel bad about not spending as much time with her as you wanted to.

“I get off tonight at 6, wanna have a movie night?” You offered.

Syd poked her head above the machine, her eyes crinkled, evident that she was grinning ear to ear.

“Nah I’m good.” She said smugly and ducked back down. If you rolled your eyes any harder they would be stuck.

“Got fuck your self, pick up snacks on your way home, I’ll grab McDonald’s. Lets have a date.” She handed you your coffee with a smile.

“Sounds like a plan. See you later sis.” She flipped you off as you walked out. It was a routine, a sign of love and endeaarance put into place god only knows how long ago.

Your drive to work was nothing abnormal. Songs shuffled and inspiration flew through your veins. Today you felt good. Hopefully it stayed like that, you thought.

You pulled up to Jackknife Records at 8:20am, 10 minutes early for your shift, per usual. Grabbing all of your belongings out of your car you made your way inside, immediately being greeted by your boss and owner of the store Rob.

“Morning Y/N!” His lanky arm waved happily towards you.

“Rob, my man, any cool drop offs last night?” You say making your way behind the counter to set down your stuff.

“There’s an old beat up Beatles White Album back there. She looks like she was used and loved, it’s still in great condition. It’s on my desk waiting for you.”

You always had this routine with Rob. If anyone dropped off some cool vinyls, or any odd ball things he thought you would enjoy he saved them for you in his office. You never asked him to, he just noticed you always bought records from the store so he quickly developed an idea for your taste. Which wasn’t really anything specific, if it had a good vibe you loved it. Good music is good music no genre or decade could put a box around it.

“You’re the best!”

You began your usual routine as Rob opened up the store. Stacking records, scanning and placing tags, the mundane things that brought the record store to life.

It was a slow day, seeing as it was Saturday morning and everyone was likely hungover from the night before. Days like this are your favorite, though you do enjoy busy days where you get to help people figure out their taste and what they want, or need, in their life musically, but days like this meant that you could listen to music and write.

Rob knew you got your work done through and through, so he was never bothered by you writing on the job or playing music for everyone to hear, occasionally even bringing your bass to work and playing in the corner. He knew you were a good worker and if anyone came in you’d take care of them. This place was like your home, had been for 2 years now since Rob offered you a job. He is an old family friend, went to high school with your dad way back in the day. So when you moved out to LA for school you dad made a phone call to Rob and he took you under his wing.

You helped out a few customers here and there, tidied up some more, but mostly all you did was listen to different music and sing along.

It was around noon now, so you began stocking some cd’s while Rob was behind the counter. Occasionally Rob would throw in a request here and there and take the store’s music into his own hands, which is why Whose Loving You by The Jackson 5 began playing over the speakers.

“Rob what the hell?” You laughed at him. You knew he put this on knowing it’s your go-to karaoke song. He does it at least once a week.

“Oh hush, no one is in here. Sing your heart out kiddo.” He joking dismissed you with his hand. You laughed at his ‘dad’ antics.

You continued stocking cd’s when your voice came in perfectly, the first run was second nature at this point.

“When I had you” you were being dramatic now, hand movements, extra ear plugging motions pretending like you were Christina Aguilera to be funny. Rob was laughing to himself as he walked into the back room. You continued, not even realizing he left.

“I treated you bad

And wrong, my dear

And girl since

Since you went away”

You were back to stocking CD’s when the hook came around, singing effortlessly, but eloquently.

“Don't you know I

Sit around

With my head hangin' down

And I wonder

Who's lovin' you”

You sang through the song, not even thinking about the notes at this point. This song was constantly on loop in your brain since your dad showed it too you some 15 years ago. You were within yourself in those moments. Oblivious to all around you other than your voice, the song, and the robotic motions of CD’s organization. The bell ringing on the front door didn’t register to you as you went about singing. It wasn’t until the song ended and another one came on that you didn’t recognize that you looked up and noticed four guys, around your age, looking at you curiously. They were still standing by the front door, seemingly frozen in their place as they looked on completely infatuated with the sight in front of them. You. The tall one with long brown hair down to his collar bones with a jean shirt on began clapping for you, thoroughly impressed. You became flustered immediately going into apologetic mode, per usual.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry! I didn’t even hear you come in.” You paused looking at them expectantly for you don’t know what, but they just continued looking at you, smiling.

You began again,

“Sorry umm... feel free to look around. Sorry for singing so loud... let me know if you have any questions.”

You walked back to behind the counter to switch the music again. You hooked up your phone and just pressed shuffle, trying to find something catchy, but mostly something to smooth out your nerves at the moment.

You felt a presence in front of you, looking up you discovered it was the guy who clapped before, his friends scattered about the store.

“Hey! Your voice is sick. Sorry we interrupted your personal concert.” His fingers were tapping on the counter as he looked at you. It seemed more like a habit to him, not necessarily a motion of impatience or anything like that. He was kind, immediately you picked up on that, his smile was endearing.

“Oh thanks! And don’t worry about it, I was just bored.” You smiled back. This seemed to guide him into the conversation.

“Cool store by the way. You seem to have a pretty legit collection. My brother’s, my friend and I were just walking past and just had to come in. The music guided us, ya know?”

You laughed a bit at his relaxed nature, seemingly mirroring your own. You haven’t met many people like that.

“I feel that, music can guide you anywhere. Most of the time it’s where you need to go most.” You said as matter of fact.

He put his hand up for a high five, which you granted, “Hell yeah. I’m Sam by the way.”

He stuck his hand out towards you again, this time for you to shake.

“Nice to meet you Sam, I’m Y/N.” You chuckled as you shook his hand. He turned towards the other guys and released your hand.

“Hey, losers, come here really quick.”

He turned back to you and smiled before turned to the guys again. He stepped to the side so they could see you.

“This right here is Y/N she is dope, so far, and has a sick voice and clearly good music taste because look at that Bo Diddley shirt. I need that shit. I mean... Come on! We’re best friends now.” He smiled at you with a cheesy look.

They boys and you laughed at Sam’s antics, it was obvious that they were beyond use to the ridiculousness of Sam’s personality by now.

You quickly said, “Hey!” to all of them and they introduced themselves to you.

The tall one, about Sam’s height, walked up to you first. He was wearing a t-shirt with a very delicate floral design on it partnered with black shorts that hit just above his knee. His Birkenstock’s were well worn it, but in decent shape. He looked relaxed and childish in a way, a trusting face. Someone you could tell everything to, very trusting.

“Hey Y/N, I’m Danny. Nice to meet you! Love the shirt.” His smile was contagious. A kind soul. You smiled, your mouth opening to reply before someone spoke up.

“Your outfit in total is just suburb. The shirt, the high waisted shorts, the Birkenstock’s. Fantastic. I’m Josh by the way.” You were overwhelmed but not frightened in the least by his quick words. He seemed friendly as well, he spoke with his hands, twisting them, retailing every syllable with a flick of a finger. Very unique. That uniqueness ran through to his outfit. Short red shorts, a black flowing shirt decorated with layered necklaces with different details on each.

You smiled in your reply, “you’re very kind, also where the hell did you get your shoes, I love them.” They were small, black Toms looking shoes.

Josh smiles at you sweetly, even more in tuned with the conversation, which you didn’t think was possible, “Well you see, they are 100% recycled material. You can wash them and they have a lifetime warranty. I can give you the website, love them!” All the boys seemed to laugh at Josh’s enthusiasm.

The unnamed one speaking up, “Oh please don’t get him started on those damn shoes!” He laughed while stroking his bottom lip with his right thumb and pointer finger. “I’m Jake by the way. Lovely to meet you.”

Jake was intriguing to you. He carried himself differently than the other boys, as far as you could tell. Still kind and light hearted, more monotoned. He work black skinny jeans, brown boots and a grey t-shirt topped with a brown floppy hat.

You smiled at all of the boys.

“You guys seems cool. What brings you down here?” You move so you’re sitting on the counter, having a feeling you will be talking for a while.

Josh spoke up first, “We’re recording some songs at the moment, trying to get to an album, but we got stuck. So we decided to get some inspiration out here.”

The way he spoke was captivating, confident in a way that captured everyone’s attention. You were fascinated.

“LA is inspirational if you allow it to be. Are you guys all in a band?”

They all nodded their heads yes.

“Alright who does what? Wait can I guess?!” You we’re excited.

“Hell yeah go for it.” Sam said. They all stood in a line, it looked as if they were in a police line up, you giggled but stared at them intently.

“Alright... Danny, you’re the drummer.”

“Fuck you’re good!” Danny said laughing and stepping out of line walking over to you giving you a high five.

“It’s the arms my man, dead give away.” You smiled at him and continued. “Sam... singer? No. No. No. guitar?” You questioned. Crossing your arms, looking far to serious for this situation.

“Ha! No! I’m bass and keys baby!” He then played air piano aggressively and walked over to stand with Danny.

You laughed and continued.

“Josh, you’re obviously the singer.” You said with false confidence.

“Woah!” Josh was shocked. “What’s so obvious about it!?”

“My friend, you annunciate your words eloquently, so it was a good guess.” You said smiling at the curly haired man.

“Touché Y/N. Touché.” He walked towards the other boys while staring you down jokingly.

You hopped off the counter walking towards Jake. Jokingly inspecting him you walked around him pretending to judge him harshly.

“Hmmmm... Jake Jake Jake.” You stopped standing in front of him, looking up into his eyes. You were taken aback a bit by his steady glare, a smirk appeared on his face.

“You, darling, are a guitar player.”

He smiled at you, “oh yeah?”

You walked away jokingly confident, “yes of course, your hands are calloused to all hell.”

Sam jumped towards you throwing his arm around you, “Damn Y/N 3/4 ain’t bad at all!”

They all laughed along. You realized you knew what they all played, but no idea what band they were in.

“Wait, what’s the name of the band. Maybe I have heard of you!” You looked at Sam expectingly.

“Greta Van Fleet.” He said nodding his head down firmly, seemingly proud.

“What kind of music do y’all play?”

“Give me your phone I’ll show you!”

You grabbed your phone, unlocking it and handing it to Sam. He immediately opened Spotify. While Sam was looking them up Josh looked like he got an idea.

“Y/N you should come by tonight! We’re having a bonfire, it’ll be fun!”

You go to reply but the sound of a guitar blaring through the speakers interrupts your train of thought. You’re instantly taken aback by the music. Immediately feeling your body bounce with the beat, you begin to press your fingers on your right hand to your thumb. An anxiety coping mechanism that centers your focus onto one thing. It’s a habit of yours.

The boys look at you curiously again, but you don’t notice.

Jake smiled and explained, “This is Black Smoke Rising.”

You agknowledge him with a smile and a head nod. Far too into the music to reply. This always happens to you, your ear for music goes beyond the lyrics and main instruments. You’re a song writer through and through, you connect with songs in a euphoric way, and uncontrollable reaction.

The song comes to an end. The boys look at you, waiting for your response. You stared at all of them, taking your time looking at each and every one of them for a moment.

“Guys, that was absolutely sick. That’s just... Sam give me my phone.”

He immediately handed it over to you.

You quickly save their music to your library and follow the band.

“We have a new fan!” Josh says with a smile as wide as his face. He continues, “so will you come tonight? Please?” He batts his eyes at you pleading.

You hesitate, “I would love to, but I have plans with my best friend Syd tonight. I can’t bail.”

All the boys looked at you, evidently bummed by your answer. Jake is the one who spoke up.

“See if she wants to come! If not, that’s fine. Here, put your number in my phone. I’ll text you the details.” He handed you his phone. As you typed in your number you said hopefully,

“Perfect! I’ll see what I can do!” You smile at all of them, Jake opened his mouth to say something when the front door bell rang followed by a group of teenagers coming in the store. You looked over seeing that the group was looking a little lost.

“Well boys, it was lovely to meet you, but I do have to get some work done. I get off at 6 tonight, so I’ll let you know if I can make it!”

The guys looked at you with big smiles filled with excitement.

“Wonderful!” Sam said clapping his hands together. “Just let us know!” He smiles and have me a side hug before walking towards to door. Josh said goodbye to me next with a hug and an excited clap of his hands, leaving with a wink causing you to laugh. Danny walked over to you and gave you a sweet side hug, “Hope you can make it tonight Y/N!” He waved to you while he walked away.

You smiled and waved as he walked out the door, chasing after the other boys who were out of the store by now. Your eyes fell to Jake who looked at you with an amused face.

“What?” You looked at him and giggled.

“You’re just...” He shook his head and smiled at the ground before continuing, “I hope you come tonight Y/N.” He took a step towards you and stopped, shuffling his feet, debating something, before walking towards the door. He stopped and looked back at you, “I’ll text you, alright?” You nodded your head towards him and waved goodbye before he walked out the door.

You went back to work, helping the other customers in the store before finishing your cd stocking. Rob came back out from his office and sent you on your much needed lunch break.

You made your way to the back room with your lunch box in hand, a nervous smile spreading on your lips while you pulled out your phone quickly typing in Syd’s contact to shoot her a text.

Y/N: Soooooo... How do you feel about going to a bonfire tonight instead a movie night🤗

Syd: Y/N. I don’t like people. You know this.

Y/N: Yes, but I will still buy you McDonalds, and there will be cute boys👏🏻

Syd: I mean... you had me with the nuggets, but boys help. You owe me. 🖕🏻

Y/N: 🖕🏻❤️

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