#i have so many theories and i'm just hoping and praying most of them don't come true

[petrichor-reminiscence]

on the topic of rvb restoration coming out on the 7th

guys help i am NOT emotionally ready for tuesday i'm going to fucking die i aosidgsdoiajgsdjgj

i've been watching red vs blue for thirteen years man, keeping up with everything and watching the new seasons as they came out and even trying to defend zero because my goofy self didn't want to admit that zero was honestly pretty shitty lmao. this show literally molded me into the person i am today - my humor, the way i act, and hell even some of my morals (the good morals don't worry lol).

anyways, to any of y'all who've been here for the long haul like me, or even just found out what red vs blue was yesterday, i hope you all enjoy restoration when it comes out. i'm hoping i will.

[anniflamma]

so…I spent like hours thinking hard on this and I can’t believe I came up with this..mind you this is my own Crackhead theory so don’t take anything I say seriously but it goes.

me and my aunt were eating dinner and talking about mythology and I told her about a really Christian man coming up to me and saying “because you don’t believe in god and Jesus you will go to hell” and my Pegan but said “cool ima go pet a three headed dog” and then my aunt told me “well Christianity doesn’t really makes sense to me because where the hell did it come from because the first prominent religions were ones such as Greece and Roman beliefs”

and that got me thinking, so I decided to do some thinking.

and I got some connections so Chaos is like the lord right? The very first and most powerful, and he created the primordials, that created the titans and so on, and then Zeus came along and screwed everything up right? Then a few hundred years later Persephone or what mortals at the time called her Core, and after our lovely goddess of spring starting taking care of all of the mistakes, such as taking care of the rejected children of Zeus and others, so I was like who the hell is her dad because she has the power of nature from Demeter but where did she get her chaotic power from? Her father can’t be Zeus because she doesn’t have any power of the sky, and it can’t be Posiden because she has no power of any body of water..

then I remembered Demeter prayed and begged for a daughter..and the fates are directly tied to Chaos so Chaos gave Persephone to Demeter..CHAOS IS PERSEPHONE DAD!! It makes sense to me when I think about it really hard..

and I also realized because the oldest version of Persephone was so feared..but because of *cough* Christian writers a lot of those stories changed because of that. Sadly I don’t think a lot of people know that.

I DO NOT HATE THE CHRISTIAN RELIGION BUT YA’LL BE CONFUSING AS HELL, and also please understand THAT NOT ALL WITCHCRAFT IS BAD I SWEAR I HEAR THAT ALL THE TIME.

okay enough of my rant I hope that shines Al title light in my head.

That is an interesting take and connection! To be honest, syncretism and the evolution of religions and cultures are my biggest hyperfixations. Well, I grew up Christian and now hyperfixate on the Bible with a more historical and cultural perspective. So I'm not really as confused when it comes to the Christian religion. If you have any questions, just ask, and I will try my best to answer them!

The thing with European religion is that almost all of them stem from Proto-Indo-European mythology. And that includes the Abrahamic faith (which makes many people feel very uneasy). This is why the planet Venus is almost always female and the sun is male, and so on and so forth! Many people don't know that the Hebrew Bible starts off as henotheistic (believing that many gods exist but worshipping only one of them, while it is acceptable if other people worship other gods). Then it rapidly becomes monolatristic (acknowledging that many gods may exist but only worshipping one of them, and it is not acceptable if other people worship other gods) and then ends with being purely monotheistic. Of course, the Bible has been edited and changed to make it fit more with the monotheistic view, such as removing acknowledgments of the existence of other Canaanite gods. And removing the goddess Asherah, God/Yahweh's wife, and replacing her name with "the grove" or just the Holy Spirit. And the Christian faith did get syncretized with Roman/Greek pagan faith. There is no hell in the Bible, but there is an underworld! It's called Sheol, the "land of gloom and deep darkness." But there is no deep dive on what Sheol really is or how it was in the bible. It was just the underworld where all the dead people went. However, Sheol pretty much got paired up with Hades in the New Testament because both of them were the name of the underworld, so it just made sense, right? But the Greeks also had Tartarus, which is the place in Hades where you get tortured for eternity. And that is where the Christian hell pretty much stems from, it's just Tartarus but with Satan....

This is just a rough generalization, and the whole thing is more complex than what I have brought up here!

I don't think, though, that it was the Christians who changed Persephone. Kore (Persephone) was already really old before Christianity became even a thing. It's a really young religion compared to the Greek gods. 😅

But the concept of Christian saints was created in a way so it would be easier to convert pagans. Instead of removing the traditions, ceremonies, and celebrations, the god they worshipped was switched with a saint that could fit the description of that said deity. So Saint Sebastian is pretty much just the Christian version of Apollo. A twink God of archery, sports, healing, plagues, and gayness was replaced with the twink saint of archery, sports, healing, plagues, and accidental gay awakening. A COINCIDENCE? I THINK NOT!! This is my crackhead theory!!!

And about witchcraft. Even the Bible thinks that not all witchcraft is bad. What I understand is there is good magic and bad magic. Necromancy is one of the bad ones. King Saul performed necromancy and brought Samuel's soul back, and that pissed Samuel off so much that he cursed Saul's whole family. But then we have good magic, like I dunno Jacob makes some weird unclear stuff with his sheep, and they become really healthy. I think the only thing Jesus said about witchcraft was like: "yeah, you can use your magic for good, and that is a good thing, but you don't need it if you already believe in my Father"!

There is a whole weird rabbit hole on Christian syncretization with the Greek gods....

Then we have the ancient history of where exactly God/Yahweh comes from. There is this popular theory that scholars think Yahweh most likely comes from the ancient Mesopotamian pantheon. And around the economic collapse during the Bronze Age, the worship of then Yahweh became isolated, which created the ancient Hebrews. Essentially, it started with an ancient warrior-storm god that became a god of the whole world. And I'm not even going to start with Gnosticism! What is like Christian Polytheism but with steroids!

I'm gonna stop here! Sorry I kinda derailed!

[alena-reblobs]

Trigun Bookclub Trimax Vol10 Part 4

Vol01: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3  | Vol02: Part 1 | Part 2

Trimax: Vol01 Part 1Vol01 Part 2 | Vol02 Part 1Vol02 Part 2 | Vol 03 Part 1 | Vol03 Part2 | Vol04 Part1 | Vol04 Part2 | Vol05 | Vol06 | Vol07 | Vol08 Part1 | Vol08 Part2 | Vol09 Part1 | Vol09 Part2 | Vol10 Part1 | Vol10 Part2 | Vol10 Part3 | Vol10 Part4

God why is this volume so long and full of so many epic pictures

Commentary for chapter 6 and 7 of Vol10, will do the last one in another post!

While I'm doing this, reading each chapter and after that, doing my commentary, I notice the effect of the volume lessening...damn! I should read it in one go first and THEN write my thougths but I'm afraid I'll forget what I want to say. Vol9 and Vol10 are in a way really meant to be read in one go for the full effect.

Chapter 6:

Yes! Wolfwood trying to end this fight not with his weapon, but with his bare hands is so important! He's not fighting to kill, he's not EoM's puppet, he's trying to bring back a friend...I can't say why but also the fact that this obviously pains Razlo more than bullets also feels right. That's how it should be. And then...there's Vash.

Oh god and then there's Vash.

This is...one of the most cruel images of Vash yet. To me it is THE most emotional in the whole series. Pure desperation. Sadness for things lost. Vash allowing himself to break down while we only hear the punches of Wolfwood beating down on Razlo. Looking at this image makes me sad. Damn it Nightow for making Vash have to grief before they even had the chance to start their future together.

But again, props to Nightow for the storytelling.

Vash promised Wolfwood to leave Razlo to him BUT NOBODY DARE INTERFERE.

LIVIOOOOOOO

And just when we fought we had gotten rid of him and he couldn't piss us off any more he's coming back round to hurt our boy

THANK YOU RAZLO. There can never be enough bullet holes in this dead man's body.

I really really like that Livio is not treating Razlo like the bad guy here, but acknowledges that Razlo is also a victim in a way. A victim of having to live through the fucked up shit that Livio could not cope with, of having to deal with that. (I hope I worded that all right, since I don't really know anything about the medical condition of which Razlo is the result?)

You did it, man. You saved Livio. And now you're even a person he looks up to you. Of the feels.

CRYBABY LIVIO IS BACK BITCHES oooh you earned that cigarette, Wolfie

Chapter 7:

I just love the kids and Melanie and how lively it seems. Surely it was hard and filled with loss as everybody had lost their parents, but it must also have been a childhood filled with love.

Baby Wolfwood oh my sweet boy... Sometimes I have wondered how little Vash and Wolfie would have gotten along. Or well, I'm sure they would've gotten along. I just would love to see them interact as kids. Out there, little Wolfwood, a long time ago, was once a boy drifting in space who would later be your most trusted friend. And who would, not in every way, but in an important way, save you.

Ah, just below is the panel where it says "six years have passed since that day" that always confuses me?? Still now because 6 years is not possible? I will wait for any explanation that you, my fellow bookclub readers, will come up with.

Don't scream at him!!!

Vash wanting to explain it to them is killing me. And Wolfwood's expression here is so...unclouded. Completely honest. Vulnerable. No my sweet boy you are no monster, did that not get into your head??

With the little time left...maybe he's right, maybe he can not explain to the children what he is, all the complex stuff.

You know, Vash, Wolfwood is tired. This moment, he just wants to spend it with you, and isn't that enough?

Wolfwood saying this...and then Vash begging to GOD, praying to not lose that man.

I never really got the grip on what Vash means with "stupid things". There's been this theory that Vash denies Wolfwood telling Vash his true feelings, but I don't think so. I think they both at this point know how they feel about each other. I think Vash just...can't stand to hear the emotional talk now because it's simply too much. Maybe it would be nice if they could talk out their innermost feelins at last. But maybe, they don't need that. Have their actions not proven enough already by now?

Throw that confetti guys

If some of you are on twitter and have followed the trigun fandom there you might have stumbled upon the marriage tweet my friend made when she read this scene the first time. I have nothing to add apart from that it rips my heart and soul in two. Now, there's one more chapter to this volume but this arc kinda already concludes with this here...and so I just want to say: I have NEVER before read something that felt so deeply emotional and tragic like this whole...Wolfwoof dying scene. Or, I might have and I might not remember, but in my mind this is the most tragic thing I can recall. Because...it takes its time. It already starts in Vol08, with Wolfwood's inner thoughts, and then it goes on for the whole next Volume where the stakes are getting higher and higher, until Vash appears to save them and save Wolfwood but it STILL is not enough. And Vash is shocked, is in denial, is in anger and is griefing and then we get a short moment of breathing, before it hits us again. We're living this all through Vash, and...and he can't bring himself to smile in the end. He can't. He only stares blankly until he then slumps down. Oh, and I read in the Trigun Wiki I think that this scene here is the only scene where we see Wolfwood cry. Which....gives it also so much more impact.

And, all in all, I think this is not the worst ending for Wolfwood. Of course I am devastated. Reading so much fanfiction, seeing so much fanart, makes it pretty easy to forget that there is no future for these two in canon...not together. (which is WHY I read the fanfiction because good lord did I need something to cope) And when I think about how they never get the chance to live the life together as they both may have wanted...then the feeling of loss hits the hardest. But then, on the other hand: First, killing off one of your main characters while giving them a metaphorical wedding scene is a sick move. An evil, sick move. And second: it fits the series. Because Trigun feels so real, and in real life, things don't always turn out the good way. And Wolfwood, with his life, never really had any future...but the thing is also, he died while knowing that he was able to achieve what he always wanted: the orphanage is safe and he brought Livio back. It is all he ever wanted to do, and it is thanks to Vash that he was able to do it. Would it have been dope if he lived on and if he and Vash could build their own orphanage and be caretaker dads together? Oh hell yeah. But, within the story of the series...it was always unrealistic. Wolfwood died smiling- whatever we think about it, he was content with what he achieved. (I think so at least! The panels where he cries out, they always strike me as a defiance, not wanting to die, but that might be reading to much into it. The whole thing for him is so emotional, the confetti, which tells him they welcome him back, despite knowing who he is...it would be a wonder if he didn't cry. So it might just be the emotionality of the whole scene.

PHEW I'm sure I could say more if I thought a bit about it but I'm gonna shut up here now. Time to do the last chapter, though I'll make another post, this one is far too long already.

[cognitosclowns]

ALRIGHT I know part 2 just released, but any theories for part 3?

OHOHO HELL YEAH >:) these may be a bit sporadic and out of order, a catastrophic amount of sillies, perhaps some hooliganism, etc, etc, y'all know the drill by now <3

[IJ part 2 spoilers, ofc]

Same cold open as always (in front of the whitehouse, etc) except this time its RON >:)

he MENTIONED being a huge conspiracy nut in college - considering he's most likely gonna remember elements of Reagan's script, I 100% believe he's gonna slip back into that.

WE GET A GIGI BACKSTORY EPISODE!!! Otherwise I will just start biting people

ok this is just a plea to the IJ writers BUT STILL

JUST,,, PLEASE </3 I want Gigi lore. Her character is delightful, and there's so much potential for interesting backstory. They've set up all these little threads [her working her whole life to get where she is but still being unsatisfied, 'I could get used to being unremarkable', feeling ignored] now I just want them to elaborate on them.

I might be biased bc I love Gigi to death but COME ON, IT FEELS LIKE SHE'S GETTING SHELVED SO MUCH!! I'm so glad she got to do more this season, esp w/ Reagan, but I'm yearning for lore

tldr. Give me a Gigi episode or give me death.

Air Bud (AB) and Alpha-Beta (AB). Can you see where I'm going with this can you see the wires crossing

I'm sorry but I need the silly robot man to get jealous of the team paying more attention to Air Bud than him.

I can picture it so vividly like a vision from an angry god just

'Of course we're a team! we've even got loveable non-human sidekick who grew beyond his original purpose, gained human traits, and became all the better for it!'

-haha, well, I wouldn't exactly describe myself as a side-'

'Air Bud :D'

'I beg your fucking pardon, Mister Hand?'

in short I need smb to offhandedly refer to Air Bud as AB, and watch this man have a cyberstroke from pure jealousy.

speaking of my favorite man,

ALRIGHT,,,, I DO KINDA REALLY WANT TAMIKO DATE 2.0,,,,,,,

I don't really ship them but the potential here is too powerful. I need to experience more of Whatever The Fuck Happens To AB's Mind When He Sees A MILF

Tell me it wouldn't be delightful to see this clown try and ask Tamiko on a proper date. Tell me that wouldn't be magical to witness. It'll be an absolute car crash and I pray the writers give it to us.

also because if (lets be honest, when) he gets rejected, his dramatic, self-pitying crywank moment is going to be. so good. Teenager sulking in their bedroom watching rom-coms and crying about how 'that was just like me and Tamiko 🥺🥺🥺' levels of pathetic. I know it in my heart of hearts. I physically can't wait.

I think overall I just want this man in situations. bad situations. bad not good situations where he will act both bad and not good <3

THE ROBES,,, UH,,,, HRM,,

*GESTURES VAGUELY* THERE'S SO MANY OPTIONS IDK YET GIVE ME A FEW MONTHS TO STRATEGIZE

They could be anything from aliens, to time travelers, to 4th dimensional beings, robots, clones, ghosts, Just Some Guys (tm), to all of the above in some hodgepodge fruitcake situation.

I will however say that,, at least half of what the Robes told Reagan was probably bullshit. The stuff about all catastrophes having meaning? Not buying it, there's smth up here.

[ALSO,, I'm 90% sure that season 2/part 3 is gonna be the start to an actual Longterm Overarching Plot, which the Robes will no doubt be involved in. Please Please Please, this show is already delightful, and a broader plot would just. *italian hand kiss*]

MISC SHIT, MOSTLY JUST HOPES AND DREAMS:

JRand prison moments. homoerotic prison escape. two bisexual men pressed into a dirt tunnel, who knows what might occur in the heat of passion etc, etc

GLENN CHARACTER ARC!!! We're getting little hints at it,,,, he's tried shrooms,, he's growing closer to the team,,, the bisexual arc is right around the corner for this man I can FEEL IT.

I think we might see Atlantis? We've been getting more stuff about them, and since we've covered pretty much all other Already Mentioned Funky Locations, I think that's gonna be the Big Travel Episode next season!!

BEACH EPISODE!! PLEASE GOD!!! Either combined w/ the above, or separate

[Also, shamefully, I'll admit,,,, I kinda want a musical episode. I have no excuse I just think it'd be so delightful. Please Once-More-With-Feeling, Guy-Who-Didnt-Like-Musicals these bitches Shion, I know you have the power.]

A deep-dive into Andre's psyche. SO many things have been brought up, and I hope they really go in on them. He's coping in 1000 different ways and I don't think a single one of them is good for him.

HM. okie this is getting rambly - I'll probably add more within the next few months as these episodes congeal in my brain, but for now, tysm for the ask!!!

[yanderememes]

Solitary Love Chapter 8 (Yandere Giorno x Reader)

It's here! I was determined to post it this week so I really pushed myself to meet my deadline. I hope to post chapter 9 soon considering it's about 80% done. And I know I keep saying this, but for those who have been following this series and have made it this far... THANK YOU. Your support really does mean a lot to me.

It's thanks to your guys' support that I've been thinking about writing fics more and not just headcanons or make memes. But don't worry, that doesn't mean I'm abandoning them, just expanding my horizons! I would like to eventually write for other JJBA characters too like Dio and Jotaro. But I don't want to start several series and not keep up with any of them. I'm going to focus solely on this series so I can really give it my all.

The past few chapters were Giorno's POV so now we return to reader!

2 days left before departure

The sound of applause echoed throughout the room as the presenter finished his presentation. You were at a conference with the rest of your class and professor about the latest findings and research in the psychology world. Renowned Italian psychologists who revolutionized modern psychology were on the list of presenters tonight and you couldn’t be more thrilled and honored to be here.

Professor Hollman wanted to take this time for the class to really take something away from this whole trip across the globe. After all, he couldn’t bring his class to one of the world’s most beautiful countries under the pretense of “education” and not having them learn anything remotely related to their field of study.

With the conference coming adieu, many of the guests and presenters took this time to socialize and grab refreshments. These psychology conferences often lasted hours not only due to the presentations but also the criticism and bickering the older gentlemen and ladies had with each other over conflicting theories and beliefs.

Sighing, you took a sip of your water, praying you wouldn’t end up like them one day in the future.

“Signora l/n, was it? Dr. Hollman’s student.” you hear a voice say. Putting your cup down, you lock eyes with the man standing before you and realize the voice belonged to him. He was a fairly dark-skinned man with slick back hair of average height.

“Si (yes). I am y/n.”

“Fascinating thesis you presented. What inspired you to research it?”

You paused. How did he know about your thesis? You didn’t present it at this conference so where did he hear about it? Before you could ask, he seemed to have caught on to your confusion.

“I was an attendee when you and your class presented your theses. You probably didn’t see me but I do remember you and your work. Amazing job, by the way.”

“Grazie (thank you),” you flashed him a smile. “I was inspired to do my research on childhood trauma because it seems to be a common occurrence around the world, unfortunately. Freud was a lot of things, but he snapped when he said one’s childhood experiences can heavily impact your life into adulthood.”

The man laughed. “Infatti (indeed). Men marry their mothers and women marry their fathers which may perpetuate the vicious cycle. Perhaps may even be a factor to consider when examining Stockholm syndrome.”

That piqued your interest, “That would be an interesting study. What area of psych do you specialize in?”

“Criminal psychology. Stockholm syndrome, psychopaths, serial killers, kidnappings, you know, all the fun stuff.”

“Very fun,” you sarcastically said.

You both burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of your conversation. You never hit it off with someone as quickly as you did with this man. Giorno and Aurelio were a close second but you could tell Giorno had his walls up and was somewhat intimidating, to be honest. Aurelio was just fun to be around until his unfortunate accident. But this man was different. You both conversed as if you were long-time friends just catching up. You then realized you didn’t even grab this man’s name yet. So you asked.

“Loris Peralta, at your service, signora.” he smiled and bowed. “Seeing as I already know your name, y/n. I’d love to take you to dinner. How about it?”

Your eyes sparkled. A chance to go out with this charming fella? How could you refuse? “Alright. It’s a date,” you smiled.

He returned your smile with one of his own, “Excellent. I’ll come pick you up at around 7?”

You nodded excitedly, “I’ll see you at 7!”

***

“Ooh~ y/n’s going on a date!” your friend teased.

You couldn’t help but smile at your friend’s teasing. You were super excited for tonight to the point where you couldn’t stop giggling like a teen schoolgirl thinking about their crush. Although you’ve had your fair share of dates in the past, you weren’t quite as excited for previous dates as you were for tonight.

You decided to wear a long tight-fitted red spaghetti-strapped dress to accentuate your figure and show off your curves. While you were making some finishing touches with your makeup in the bathroom, you heard your notifications from your phone ring.

Hey y/n, my car broke down so I won’t be able to pick you up. Is it okay if we meet at the restaurant?

Putting down your makeup brush to reply to Loris, you felt a bit of disappointment. But it wasn’t his fault his car broke down. Things happen.

Okay. I’ll see u then.

“He’s here?” your friend walked in to check in on you.

“He said his car broke down and we’ll have to meet at the restaurant”

“Damn, that sucks. Want me to call a taxi for you?”

Nodding your head, you thank your friend and finish up with your makeup.

Sliding on your matching red heels and grabbing your clutch purse, you head out of your hotel room but not before saying goodbye to your friends.

“Bye guys!” you waved at them before turning the doorknob to exit.

“Bye! Don’t get pregnant!” your friends laugh.

Rolling your eyes and shaking your head, you leave close the door behind you and make your way down to get into your taxi.

***

It didn’t take long for your taxi to reach your destination. Glancing at your phone, the time read 6:50pm, so you were a bit early. Paying your taxi driver, you step out of the vehicle and wait by the sidewalk for your date just outside the restaurant.

It looked like he still wasn’t here yet. Maybe you were just too early. You stood there waiting for Loris and decided to message him to let him know you arrived.

Hey! I’m here a bit early lol. Lmk when u get here

You don’t expect him to reply right away so you just scrolled through your social media to kill some time before Loris got here.

7:00pm. Still no sign of Loris and no text messages from him. Okay, no big deal. You continue scrolling through social media.

7:10pm. Nothing from your date. You decide to message him again.

Are you here yet?

No response.

7:20pm. No text back and not a man resembling Loris in sight. This time you’ll try calling him. Pressing your phone up to your ear, you stood there listening to the ringing of the tone, waiting for this man to pick up his phone.

Your call cannot be connected to the person you are trying to call. Please leave a message after the tone.

Deeply sighing you hang up, not bothering to leave a voice message. Is he going to be a no-show? You couldn’t help but wonder that. Looking at the time again for what felt like the hundredth time, it had already been 25 minutes past your agreed time to meet. You haven’t heard anything from Loris since he told you his car broke down. You debate whether you should leave or wait for a few more minutes. If lady luck is on your side then he may turn up any minute now.

For better or for worse, you tell yourself you will wait for another 10 minutes. But when the clock strikes 7:30 and he still doesn’t show up or contact you, you’re leaving.

Time passed as you continued to try and kill time by playing on your phone. Refreshing your social media feed, watching Youtube videos, heck, even reading the news was appealing!

Finally, the time changed to 7:30 and there were no notifications from Loris. No calls either. Looking left and right and across the sidewalk, you did not see him for as far as the human eye can see. Keeping true to your word, you called for a taxi and made your way back to your hotel.

***

Practically stomping to the lobby of your hotel, you fumed as you were beyond pissed off and upset.

He stood you up.

You couldn’t believe it. This was the first time any date had stood you up. But oh no, you weren’t just going to ignore this. He’s gonna get a piece of your mind, the bastard!

You stood firm on the lobby’s floor and began typing furiously. You were too angry to let this simmer down and go back to your room right now.

At first, you were going to cuss him out and tell him how pathetic he was but after some consideration, you rationalized it probably wasn’t the best idea. What if that’s what he wants? What if he was some troll who enjoyed getting a rise out of people? Then you’d be playing in the palm of his hand. If you could take away anything that you learned in your psychology program, it’s that trolls like Loris do these kinds of things to get a reaction. Giving them a reaction only enables their behaviour to do it again.

So you erase the message you had written out for him and decide to be the bigger person.

Hi Loris,

I was really looking forward to our date tonight and after waiting for half an hour outside, I’m quite disappointed that you didn’t even bother to respond to any of my messages, let alone not show up. It was nice meeting you earlier today at the conference hall but I don’t think this relationship will work out. I wish you all the best.

Regards,

Y/N

Tapping the send button, a wave of exasperation washed away. Exhaling, you felt like you can finally breathe again after that stressful event you just experienced. You’d be lying if you said apart of you wished you had sent your original message, filled with cuss words and other vulgar things. But you figured this was for the best. You won’t stoop to his level. However, that didn’t mean your feeling weren’t hurt though.

“Rough night, huh?” you hear a familiar voice speak behind you. Turning around to see the owner, you found the face of a man you’ve been seeing a lot as of late.

“Giorno!” you gasp.

“Piacere di vederla (it’s nice to see you), y/n.” he flashed you his dashing boyish smile.

“What brings you here?”

“I was around the neighbourhood and thought I’d stop by to say hello to Signor Tocci. He’s a friend of mine and the owner of this hotel.”

You stared at him before quietly mumbling an “oh”. You couldn’t help but wonder how many connections Giorno must have. If anything you were astonished but he could have just known the owner from childhood or something.

Getting you out of your head, Giorno asked, “you look distressed. Did something happen?”

How did he know? Well, yes, you are a bit distressed after your experience with Loris but you always had a habit of concealing your true feelings, especially if they were negative. In your opinion, you don’t want to burden others with your negative emotions so you put on a mask and learn to deal with it yourself. You’ve been practising this for years and not even your closest friends would notice. So how did he? Did you make it so noticeable? You didn’t think so.

Regardless, it wouldn’t hurt to tell him, “My date stood me up.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Probably worked out for the best. He was an asshole. Acting all friendly when we met and then making excuses on our night out. He could have just told me he wasn’t interested instead of wasting my time like this.” you couldn’t help but sigh.

“You deserve better.”

You blush at his words, “u-uh. Thank you…” you turned your head to avoid eye contact. Damnit, you stuttered.

Compliments always did make you feel awkward. Giorno noticed this and you could see from the corner of your eye, he was amused judging by the look on his face.

You’ve encountered Giorno several times at this point during your trip here in Italy. You aren’t one to brag but you often did have gut feelings about certain people that were always on the nose. When you first met Giorno, he seemed like a well-mannered gentleman. Aside from the way he looked and dressed, the way he carried himself gave you the impression he was a man with power. That much was evident that night when you went clubbing. Still, he was surely an enigma with a strong charismatic aura around him. But this time you weren’t quite sure if it was merely his charisma and flowery language that made you blush or is he naturally suave with everyone?

“Don Giovanna? Were you waiting here all this time for me? Per favore, mi dispiace molto (please, I’m so sorry). Come into my office, we can talk inside.” an older man emerged from what looked like his office and interrupted your little conversation with Giorno. He wore a neat black suit and judging by his name tag, you can fairly make out he seemed to be the owner. Was this the man Giorno spoke of meeting with, signor Tocci? But why does he look so scared? The poor man was sweating like a sinner in church with beady eyes that didn’t dare to even blink, fearing if he blinked, it would mean the end of his life.

You were confused. Aren’t they friends?

“Tu sei perdonato (you are forgiven). I’ll be there shortly.” Giorno’s demeanour changed when he spoke to the signor. He’s always so light-hearted with you but ice-cold to others.

“I’ll go make you some tea!” signor Tocci frantically shouted and dashed out of the lobby.

Who on Earth was Giorno Giovanna? You asked this question to yourself before and were promptly reminded of the last time you were here in the lobby. You owed him an apology for mistaking and doubting his character! What better time than now? You’d be leaving the country in about a day anyways and would most likely never see him again.

“Giorno, I actually have an apology to make.”

The blonde was confused and waited for you to continue.

With a strong voice and straight posture, you spoke earnestly, “Actually, I thought poorly of you and was skeptical of your intentions. I guess I’m just a skeptical person in general, but after we went out for dinner together, I realized I was wrong and too quick to judge. Mi dispiace (I’m sorry). You’re a good man, Giorno.”

It was hard to tell what Giorno was thinking or feeling at this moment. His face remained blank and unreadable. But you got the sense he didn’t hate your little speech. You did speak from the heart, after all. His emerald eyes locked with yours before he began reaching his hand up to your face, softly brushing some loose strands of your hair and tucking it behind your ear. In a low but solemn voice, he spoke, “I hope you’ll continue to see me that way, y/n.”

Retracting his hand and placing it back to his side, he bid you farewell and motioned towards signor Tocci’s office, leaving you to question what his words meant.

[nightswithkookmin]

NO HYBE AND THEIR BTS ACTUALLY SUCK

I SAID WHAT I SAID.

This would have gone a different way if they didn't sound like they had been dying to get out of BTS. I love to support their solo careers hell I've been an advocate for them going Solo for as long as my blog has been up and have been called all sorts of names for it don't give me that crap.

7 grown ass men in a kpop boyband- does that make sense to you?? 7 grown us men singing highschool musicals on a desert sounds like they reliving a 7yr olds nightmare.

I've always complained about the lyricism and have unequivocally expressed my desire for much adult themed lyrics from them. How are they gonna do that while maintaining the purity culture and infantilizing nature of Kpop??

But i wish they had spoken of BTS with much joy and not complained much about the things ANY ONE WITH BRAINS KNOW they were dealing with as a group. You only say those things when it's over and done with.

And dont get me wrong- or get me wrong I don't give a fuck really. I feel validated that my thoughts and theories about them have been validated in so many ways by their raw honesty and confession. But without that validation I'd live. I don't need them to come out and say what common sense should lead us all to conclude.

But they really handled this poorly, harping on how miserable they feel as a group at this point rather than present this as simply an inevitable phase and the next chapter. I'd rather they had showed vulnerability by expeessing how much it scares them to take on this new challenge to build themselves as solo artists because IT IS REALLY SCARY.

THEY NEED TO HIRE A PUBLICIST. A PROFESSIONAL ONE AT THAT.

Now i have to imagine how scary this new path must be for Jimin and Jin because they were the only ones who came off as genuinely vulnerable to me- minus the time he looked in the camera and winked. Jin. He will always be Jin. Lmho.

AND SUGA. HOLD MY WIG I'M ABOUT TO THROW HANDS.

Can you imagine this man saying, now that he isn't being forced to do stuff he enjoys doing it???

THE FUCK??!!!!

I didn't know yall were so miserable together as a group- like ID, Like 5TH Harmonies, like LittleMix. After BTS i am not interested in groups again. The best bands are in the past.

Now that's cheap of me to say because I know that's not what they tried to send across and that's not what happened either. Yet that's how they came across. To most of us.

THIS IS WHAT I EXPECTED

BTS:

Hi Army. We have an announcement to make. It may be good news to some bad news to others but we think it's the right decision to take at this time.

We've been together for 9rs, we wanted to challenge ourselves to stay as a band for as long as we can. But while we grow as a group, as individuals we feel we aren't growing as much musically at all because though we are growing to love different music styles and forms it appears too experimental for fans and affects our brand as BTS.

As such, we want to focus on our individual music interests and produce more solo albums while we rediscover our voice and style to help shape our collective brand.

Just as you've stood by us all these years we pray you keep supporting us individually as well as we venture onto this next stage.

It's a bold and scary move and WE ARE SCARED to take on this new challenge because being together is all we've known our lives and every year at Festa we hope we can see eachother and celebrate our time together. We will keep doing run as well to Keep connected with you guys.

I mean are they even gonna do Festa each year again???? I hate this so much.

This could have gone so much better cos now they've left us with a lot of questions and no closure. They couldn't even tell us this is gonna be our final concert as a group- though we kinda already knew with the kind of things there were saying and doing 💀

They wrapped up OT7 in a selfish way without letting the fans prepare either. I mean we all wouldn't have missed certain concerts at all if we knew that was the last.

And Festa should have been celebrated in a whole other way than this- what even was this??

Namjoon saying he wouldn't want another Bon Voyage when the members said they could do that- yea no I'm not falling for those tears. Go ahead and cry me a river.

But I also know he needs this break from group activities even though now they are saying they NOT going on a break. THEY ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE.

They should just have prepared this much much better than they did I feel used and dumped😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

They actually made fun of performing fake love over and over when its like but that song made me happy each time they performed it

i never bought into their ot7 agenda but this really sucks

Are they gonna do ads as a group again??

Are they gonna do 0T7 Vlives again??

No more Soop??

No more Bon Voyage???

No more Festa?

GOOD BYE OT7😒

I've lost my will to live

GOODBYE GHETTO EARTHLINGS

GOLDY

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The Singer (Marcus Pike x f!reader)

Chapter Three

Warnings: Mention of food/alcohol, language, pure fluffy fluffiness (I'm such a softie I'm sorry 😭)

W/C: 4.2k

A/N: Notes at the bottom! And I'm running out of gifs to use of scruffy faced Marcus. I'm gonna have to shave him soon 👀 I hope you enjoy our soft boi in this chapter! 🥰

Just as a reference if you need help understanding the different formats:

«Phone conversation on their end»

Thoughts

Text messages

Song mentioned:

Chapter Two | Chapter Four

The Singer Masterlist

Gif by me! Yes it's Teresa but it still fits & I only care that it's his hand lol

«Oh my god, I'm melting!» Celina yells in her phone enthusiastically. You giggle as you wait for her eagerness to calm down.

You had barely taken your shoes and jacket off after getting inside your apartment when you immediately dialed up Celina's number to tell her about the night. You feel like you're having an out of body experience. Sure, your heart is still guarded and unfortunately, you'll most likely have your doubts throughout the relationship, but you truly feel like this could go somewhere. You want to give yourself that chance and allow Marcus to help heal your heart, maybe doing the same for him in return.

"So he's picking me up on Saturday and I'm freaking out a little," you say and chew on the skin around your nail beds.

«Why? Don't be! Just treat it like how you did tonight!» She encourages.

"But it's a legitimate date this time, I have to do my hair and makeup perfectly and find the perfect outfit and-"

«Girl, have you seen your closet? You have nothing but perfect outfits!» She teases and you chuckle, lowering your fingers from your mouth.

«You don't need to try to be perfect hun, just be yourself! Be the girl he has already seen in front of him.» You smile at her heartfelt words. «I bet he's already in love with you!»

"Okay, you're not helping!" You laugh, placing your hand on your forehead. "I'll talk to you later, I'm going to try and get some sleep. I'll probably be calling you on Saturday so I can freak out some more."

You say your goodbyes and hang up, sinking yourself into your couch and smiling widely. Your head is buzzing from a sugar rush, but you can't tell if it's because of the pancakes or because of Marcus. You walk to the kitchen to make some sleepytime tea, hoping it'll relax your nerves enough for you to get some shut eye.

* * * *

You take a shower and climb into your comfy pajamas and the tea works its magic as you relax on your plush bed, surrounding yourself with pillows and your soft blanket enveloping you in warmth. Your eyes get heavy and you feel yourself on the brink of sleep when you hear your phone vibrate on the nightstand. You try to ignore it, but it vibrates again and you figure it's Celina probably sending you a funny video. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you reach over to grab your phone, the brightness from the screen stinging your eyes from the time they had adjusted to the darkness. You blink a few times until you can see the screen clearly.

555-9057: Hi Dulce :)

555-9057: Made it home. I had a great time :)

You bite your lip and smile at the messages on your lock screen, heat flashing through your head seeing him call you the nickname you gave yourself in his phone. And just like that, you're wide awake again. You unlock your phone and before you can type a reply, he sends another message.

555-9057: It's Marcus btw

Marcus groans to himself as he sends that last message. What the hell was that? Of course she knows it's you. Dumbass. He watches the screen and holds his breath when he sees the text bubbles pop up and he waits nervously for your reply.

Dulce💋: I'm glad you specified! Right after you dropped me off another guy took me out for dulce de leche pancakes and I also penned myself as Dulce in his phone 🤭

He chuckles out loud in the quiet atmosphere of his apartment, the sound bouncing against the walls and reverberating around the living room. Damn, she's good.

555-9057: Okay okay you got me, don't have to be so mean :P

So he's a classic emoji kind of guy, you smile as you make a note and file it in the little 'Marcus Pike' folder in your brain. You hit his phone number and tap the plus symbol to make a new contact in your phone. For some reason, you find yourself struggling as you try to figure out what to put his contact name as.

Agent Cutie

Nope, delete.

Agent Pike

What are you, his secretary? Delete delete.

Marcus

Should I put an emoji? Which one? Can't be a heart. You are seriously overthinking this.

Marcus Pike

Yeah, okay. I guess.

Me: Why did it take so long to get home? Do you live far?

Marcus Pike: It was about 30 min from your place :) not too bad

Thirty minutes?! Great, now I feel bad.

Dulce💋: Wth if I had known I wouldn't have let you drop me off! 🙄

Me: Don't worry about it! I was more than happy to ;)

Shit shit shit I didn't mean the wink! Why are they right next to each other?! Do I say something? Oh god, way to go, you ruined it.

Dulce💋: Then I'll give you gas money!

Marcus takes a breath of relief when he sees that you sidestepped his accidental wink emoji. After he catches his breath, his phone chimes again.

Dulce💋: And I won't take no for an answer 😉

Okay, there's no way she sent that by accident. Is she flirting with me? Do I flirt back? Why are my hands so sweaty?

Dulce💋: It's time for bed, those pancakes made me sleepy 😴 good night Marcus ☺️ See you Saturday!

Marcus smiles to himself and he anticipates seeing you on Saturday. He sends you another text and walks to his restroom to take a quick shower before climbing in bed.

Marcus Pike: Can't wait :) good night!

There's no way you can sleep now, but you said good night for his sake; he had a long day at work, plus he took you out and then had a long drive home. You know he must be tired. Your heart races as you scroll through your short text conversation, rereading the messages and giggling softly.

Did he mean to wink? It was probably an accident, considering he types out emojis instead of using the newer, more convenient ones. You just couldn't help but send one back, though; hiding behind the screen helped you to flirt openly with him. You roll onto your side to face the TV on your dresser, turning on a true crime documentary and letting it eventually lull you to sleep.

* * * *

Saturday comes around quickly, much to your delight, but as you wander around your room looking at the many outfits you laid out on your bed, your dresser, even on your couch, the nerves set in fast. You pray to whoever’s listening that you don’t seize up when Marcus picks you up. Which is in fifteen minutes. You already have your hair and makeup done, all you need is to pick an outfit. Simple in theory. Just pick one! You chew your lip nervously out of habit before stopping as soon as you realize you probably just messed up the red lipstick you had applied earlier.

You rush to the bathroom mirror and sure enough, there's a bare spot on your bottom lip and the lipstick has transferred to your front teeth. You groan in frustration and grab a makeup wipe to carefully remove the ruined lipstick and you brush your teeth again until it's all gone. You reapply the same shade of red, pleasantly surprised with yourself that it came out better than the first time. You take a deep breath and try to calm down, telling yourself that the first outfit you land your eyes on will be the one you wear. You count down from three in your head and enter your bedroom.

Okay, maybe not that one. You decide to close your eyes and try again. When you open your eyes, they land on a different outfit. Not that one either. You sigh harshly through your nose. Why is this so hard? You walk over to your nearly empty closet for the umpteenth time and your eyes catch on to a dress hidden in the corner that you had surprisingly missed before. This one.

It's a spaghetti strapped, black, bodycon dress with a lace overlay, flowers printed on the fabric throughout. It hugs your body in all the right places, reaching down to your knees, and you take a look in the floor length mirror next to your dresser as you put on your black, open-toed heels, smiling brightly as you feel confidence shooting through your veins.

Adrenaline gets mixed in as soon as you hear a knock on your door. Five on the dot. You grab your black cardigan and purse off the couch and open the door, your breath taken away by the handsome man in front of you. He's carrying a box of chocolates and it fumbles in his hands, nearly falling once his wide eyes see you. He looks at you from head to toe, making your heart race as you feel heat rushing over your body in line with his gaze and you shift your weight from side to side anxiously.

"Wow," he says breathlessly, unable to say anything afterwards.

"Wow yourself," you smile, looking over his own outfit: a navy blue suit and a black, button up shirt underneath, paired with black dress shoes. He slicked his hair back and cleaned up his beard slightly. He really is a gorgeous man.

"Uh," he stutters and glances to the box in his unknowingly tight grasp. "These are for you," he smiles shyly as he hands you the chocolates.

"Thank you," you say, giggling at the indents his fingers made on the sides of the box and you turn around to leave them on your entryway table.

You turn back to face him and see his eyes look up quickly and you wonder if you just caught him staring at your bottom. Your suspicion is confirmed when his cheeks flush pink. You laugh softly and he holds his arm out to you.

"Ready?" He asks and you can hear the nervousness in his voice.

You nod and link your arm in his, letting him help you down the stairs. You're starting to love the way his arm hugs yours as you walk and the warmth of his body mixing with yours. Your footsteps even sync up together in a slow cadence. He walks you to his car, letting you hold your weight with his arm as you slowly lower in the seat, your movement restricted by your tight dress and high heels.

You thank him once you're seated, buckling your seatbelt, and he walks to his side, sitting down and starting the car. You notice the radio is on this time, playing at a low volume, and you think to yourself that he probably only forgot to turn it on last time.

The aura is tense in the car, both of your nervous energies dancing in the air together to the music. You try to think of something to say, resorting to looking through your mental file of basic conversation starters. The weather? No, too basic. Say something about the music. No-

"You look really beautiful," Marcus finally breaks the silence. Your head snaps up to look in his direction and you share a smile, thanking him and returning the compliment.

He takes his eyes off the road for a couple of seconds to look at you with a soft smile and turns his attention back to driving straight. He would keep his eyes on you if he could, but he'd rather not get into a car accident and ruin the night. So he just waits patiently until the next moment he can steal a glance. He takes a peek at you while you're stuck at a red light and he sees you picking at your cuticles nervously. He rubs his clammy palm on his pant leg, hoping to dry up any sweat present as much as possible. Before he can think twice about it, he reaches his hand over to grab yours.

Your heart jumps in your throat from the action and you look down in shock at his large hand covering yours completely. The blood rushes to your cheeks; his hand is rough from work, but soft and gentle enough that it's not uncomfortable. And warm. So warm. You stop picking your cuticles immediately, now memorizing the fine wrinkles in his hand and the ridges on his knuckles.

"Are you okay?" He asks, not moving his hand from your lap as he starts driving again.

"Yeah," your voice makes an embarrassing harmony, splitting in two different octaves from disuse. You swallow some saliva to lubricate your vocal cords and try speaking again.

"I'm just a little nervous," you admit.

His hand is still resting on top of yours; you're not sure if you should open your hand up to face your palms together and hold his hand as well. Alas, you take too long to make a decision and he pulls his hand away to grasp the steering wheel, bracing for a left turn.

"Please don't be nervous," he smiles with his pearly white teeth and it only makes you more nervous. How is he this handsome?

"It's just me," he adds as he pulls up to the restaurant, putting the car in park and removing the key from the ignition.

"'Just you'?" You quote him inquisitively. He nods and you shake your head with a small chuckle.

"What?" He chuckles with you.

"It's not 'just you' though, is it?" You reply softly.

You wonder if he's uncertain of himself and his ability to make women — i.e. you — weak in the knees. He seems oblivious to it and it makes him all the more charming to you. You see his eyebrows furrow and before he can ask what you mean, you turn to open the car door.

"Wait," he tells you, rushing out of his seat and over to you to help you out.

You wanted to manage it yourself, but you know you must look ridiculous with how bad you're struggling to get out of the car. He chuckles at the sight once he's on your side and he holds his arm out. You hold onto his forearm tightly and pull yourself upward as he lifts you as well until you're firmly planted on your feet.

"Maybe this dress wasn't a good idea after all," you giggle.

"I think it was," he flirts and you look away as you smile shyly.

You walk together up the steps to the front of the restaurant and Marcus apologizes for not warning you about the stairs. You tell him not to worry and though you can feel the ache in the arches and heels of your feet, you don't complain. He holds the door open for you and you walk in, your eyes instantly catching on the glimmering, crystal chandelier hanging in the waiting area. The lights are dimmed in an amber glow and there are pillars with intricate carvings and vines wrapped around the stone throughout the entirety of the establishment.

You gasp to yourself; this place must be expensive. How did you go from pancakes at grandma's house to a fancy, Italian restaurant like this? Your ears catch the sounds of a violin, but it's too close to just be playing from a speaker. Sure enough, you look further into the restaurant and see a man in a suit playing a violin. A live violinist?! Marcus joins your side again and notices the look of astonishment on your face.

"What's wrong?" He asks and you jerk your head to look at him, not even realizing he was standing next to you.

"Marcus, this looks like it's going to be really expensive."

You whisper in his ear so you don't offend any of the staff members and the height from your heels allows you to reach his head a little better now. The hot breath from your mouth tickles his ear and a bolt of arousal shoots down his spine. He laughs it off and leans his mouth to your ear in return.

"I like to make a fuss," he says, the deep tone of his voice giving you goosebumps. "Don't worry about it," he says in his normal tone as he stands up straight again.

The maître d' greets you two as you walk up to the host stand and Marcus gives the man his name for the reservation. The maître d' informs Marcus the table is not quite ready yet, adding that you're welcome to wait at the bar. Marcus looks at you to get your opinion; you say yes and Marcus lightly places his hand on the middle of your back, guiding you as you walk over to the bar top together. You take a seat in the soft barstool; it's easier to sit on since it's basically at standing height. Marcus removes his hand from your back to take a seat, his fingers gliding against the delicate lace of your dress across your spine and you shudder. Thankfully, it goes unnoticed.

The back of the bar is riddled with an assortment of different liquors, both American and Italian, and they're resting on lit up shelves. You look at the drink menu and your mouth opens in horror at the prices listed. This is definitely too much money. The bartender comes your way and Marcus orders a campari and grapefruit juice, immersing himself fully in the Italian culture. You say you'll stick with water and excuse it as you not feeling like drinking tonight. Marcus doesn't question it further.

The two of you comment on the decor of the restaurant, mainly the paintings hanging on the walls, and you mention that you love the lilies resting in the painted, ceramic vases and Marcus takes note of that fact. A waitress walks up to you and Marcus to let you know your table is ready and he finishes the last of his drink and stands, offering you his hand this time instead of his arm. You smile as you take it, your heart thumping in your chest as you let him guide you while you both follow the waitress.

The restaurant is bustling; heavy sounds of conversation and cutlery clinking on plates as you walk through what seems the entirety of the restaurant until the waitress leads you to a small, private patio. A round table is seated there, covered by a red tablecloth and adorned with a single, tall candlestick, burning a light glow. There's a cylindrical basket full of bread sticks and two water glasses, condensation running along the sides and onto the cloth. Marcus pulls your chair out for you, helping you to sit and scooting you in and sits down across from you. You hang your cardigan and purse on the back of your chair and take the menu the waitress is holding out to you.

You both thank her and she leaves, stating she'll be back soon to take your order. You marvel at the privacy Marcus planned for you two and you take a sip of your ice cold water, reveling in the relief washing through your dry throat. You flip open your menu; the options are minimal and are all expensive. You immediately scan for the cheapest dish: a $30 plate of chicken cacciatore. You feel guilty; you never want Marcus to break his bank trying to take you on a date. You glance at him and wonder why he would do all of this just for you. Did he really think you were that special?

You find yourself missing that little pancake diner and the time you shared there. There, you only felt the budding emotions consistent with a high school crush, but in this moment now, it's real life and mature adult feelings and you feel it much stronger in this environment. Marcus senses your mood change and leans forward to ask if you're okay, but he's interrupted by the waitress. You order the 'cheap' chicken cacciatore and he orders the tajarin al tartufo. Whatever that is.

"Why did you order the cheapest dish?" Marcus asks once the waitress leaves.

"Because I wanted to," you give him a sly smile to convince him otherwise, but he sees right through you, giving you a look of disbelief. You sigh.

"Because Marcus, it's too much money," you say sadly. "I mean, how much was it to get this private patio set up?"

"That's not important to me," he shakes his head. "This is our first proper date and I wanted to make it special."

Damn it. Why is he so thoughtful? And so damn cute?

"It's not that I don't appreciate it, I'm blown away by this, but I'm just... I'm not used to it," you pull your lips into your mouth slightly, mindful of your lipstick.

"Is that why you didn't order a drink?" He asks. You give him a lopsided frown and shrug your shoulders, your expression answering him instead of your words. He sighs and tilts his head to the side.

"I don't want you to worry about how much everything costs when you're with me; let me spoil you. You deserve it."

Let me spoil you. You deserve it. His words float around in your head, your eyes filling with fondness at the thought. You didn't think you deserved to be spoiled; your ex made sure of that much. It's exhilarating to say the least; this man you barely know ready to do anything for you at any time. But you like it, and you think in time, you could learn to love it. Learn to love him. You blink wildly and you inconspicuously shake your head at that last thought.

It was definitely way too soon to be thinking like that and it scared you that it entered your mind at all. It must be the ambiance of the restaurant. You think about how you should protect yourself in case this takes a wrong turn and you debate on placing that in the priority spot in your mind. Marcus can see you fighting your own thoughts and he tries to lighten the mood.

"I also might be trying to impress you for real now," he smiles.

You chuckle and shake your head. Marcus thinks to himself how beautiful you look under the moonlight that's shining through the glass awning above your heads, face lit up by the glowing candle. He can't stop his mouth from saying what he wants to say, not in this romantic atmosphere.

"I think you're a wonderful, beautiful woman and... I really like you," he adds, reaching across the table for your hand and you let him hold it, tangling your fingers with his.

You're positive he can feel your pulse through your fingers or hear your heart pounding, the blood whooshing in your ears muffling any other sounds from coming in. As much as you want to protect yourself, the look in his eyes only draws you in and you can't hide the truth from him or yourself, your confession spoken out loud for the first time for you both.

"I like you, too, Marcus." He smiles happily at you.

There must be something in the water here.

"Do you think it would be okay to keep this up?" He asks, meaning the dates, and you can't stop your head from nodding yes and you give him a sweet smile.

Marcus lets go of your hand, letting his rest in front of him and you take a deep breath, trying to shake your nerves from the exchange that just took place between you. You grab a bread stick and attempt to take a small bite; you and Marcus laugh together as your small bite accidentally turns into a big one, the stick breaking in the wrong place and leaving a large chunk of bread hanging from your mouth. Of course, leave it to something awkward happening to you to break the tension. But anything to see his face come together in joyous laughter.

* * * *

"Thank you again Marcus, that was actually very delicious," you say while Marcus begins the drive back to your apartment. "I see why it was so expensive." He hums in agreement; his smile hasn't left his face since the restaurant.

You listen closely to the new song that comes on the radio, trying to make out the tune until it gets louder and you realize it's "At Last" by Etta James.

"I love this song," you say under your breath. Marcus hears you and turns up the volume slightly, earning a bright smile from you. You look back out the window and sing the lyrics softly.

At last, my love has come along,

My lonely days are over

And life is like a song.

Marcus's heart races as he listens to the lyrics being sung by you and they hit a little too close to his heart. You don't realize at first the meaning behind them, only enjoying singing along.

At last, the skies above are blue

My heart was wrapped up in clover,

The night I looked at you.

You now realize the words are identical to how you feel. You wonder if you're falling too fast for Marcus. This was only your second date and there is still so much to learn about each other. You have a whole past to open up about, which will be a defining moment for your relationship. But as you look over at Marcus and you feel the tender organ in your chest beating fast, you think to yourself that it can't get much better than this. What's the harm in trying?

Chapter Two | Chapter Four

The Singer Masterlist

A/N: Okay just wanted to explain what Marcus ordered if you're interested! *DESCRIPTION OF FOOD/ALCOHOL COMING UP* I'm not an expert so correct me if I'm wrong! According to Google:

Campari is an Italian bitters made of fruit & herbs & you usually mix it with juice or club soda (hardcore Italians drink it straight up) & it's a pre-meal drink

Tajarin al tartufo is an egg pasta, made with more egg whites than traditional egg pastas, & topped with white truffle. Idk it sounded fancy & expensive 😂

Also, here's their outfit inspos! Just a couple of things I described differently like his shirt being black & her dress having lace instead of mesh.

Ofc Marcus in this suit 🥵 I copied the description lol

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15×08 meta 1/2, Purgatory 2.0

Warning: Destiel, pure destiel. And a lot of references to romantic movies, I'm sorry for that.

Hi! For this episode I decided to do 2 posts. This one, which is purely destiel in purgatory 2.0 meta, and the next one, which will be about destiel/saileen/ and the end of the toxic codependency between Dean and Sam. I'll post that one later.

Now, I know everyone and their mother already talked about Purgatory and the Prayer and the importance of Dean and Cas going back to where they first reconciled after a “break up” (Because even if Dean had already forgiven Cas for the betrayal with Crowley, the threat of in case I die tomorrow kinda left a bittersweet flavor to that. But Purgatory? That was true forgiveness), and everything is amazing, but I'll keep talking because I can.

Purgatory gave in Supernatural a new whole level of intimacy and almost devotion to prayers, because before that it was more of a call phone that anything else. Like, yes, it does was about some kind of faith, and that's why Dean was so reticent at the beginning of praying to Cas.

And after? Like I said, kind of a one-sided phone call to get Cas to bring his “feathery ass” to them. It was a strategic tool for communication.

That changed in Purgatory.

Dean was stuck one year in Purgatory. It is clear than most of it was searching for Cas, and that after finding him it was easy to find the portal, but I'll be really generous, and say they (Dean, Cas and Benny) spent a month looking for the portal (again, I assume it was less because Purgatory wanted to kick Dean out, but this will get my point across anyway). This means Dean spent at least 334 days looking for Cas, because the separated the moment they arrived.

If Dean prayed to Cas every night, those are 334 prayers. The first thing we can get from here is that there was no strategic worth for most of the prayers. Maybe at the beginning Dean though that if he described where was he, Cas would be able to fly to him. At the beginning, I'm sure after a month Dean understood praying wasn't gonna help have Cas back.

That left us with a little over 300 hundred prayers. What the hell Dean talked about in so many prayers? “Hey dude, I'm still looking for you. Don't die”? Pardon my French, but that doesn't fucking need a daily prayer. Besides, Dean doesn't say he prayed daily, he said he prayed every night, that points to routine. You don't need a routine for one sentence, you can say while walking, next to Benny. If he had a routine, he made time for the prayers, that leads me to believe they were more than a reminder he was still there. Dean had full conversations, or monologues whatever, in his prayers.

So next I need to say that when that first “I need you” was dropped, Castiel didn't seem surprised.

 Look at him. That's not a face of surprise. Dean never says things like that to anyone but Sam, and yet Cas just looks heartbroken, not surprised. And we are talking of the same angel that needed a “yes, dumbass, we.” To process that Dean thinks they are a good team. Like, the only logic explanation I see is that that wasn't the first time he had told Cas he needed him.

We will never truly know the content of those +300 prayers, but I know that “I need you” had already been out of Dean's mouth. Maybe that's also the reason he said it when Cas was about to kill him in 8x17. It was not just something he said once to convince Cas to go with him, it was something he repeated over the course of a year.

I don't know guys, but to me that's some “as you wish” level chick-flick move there. Specially for Dean “I am not one for praying, 'cause in my book it's... it's the same as begging.” Winchester.

Not a tool, no strategical move, those prayers were of the purest and most devote motives. And now you tell me that The Prayer will be back there???

I swear this is the last movie reference but this is Noah and Allie making love in the house they wanted to live in when they were together and that Noah remodeled hoping that would bring Allie back to him, after he tells her he wrote her a letter each day for a year.

And you may wonder, if my hopes are so high, why ain't Cas in episode 10. According to me? Considering we still have many episodes to go, I have three theories;

He dies

He has the equivalent of a gay panic but for when you best friend who you've been in love with for years returns your feelings after you've given up hope and were sure he hated you, so he runs off to the first mission they need someone to go.

Chuck doesn't want this to turn in a fricking Nicolas Spark novel so he manages to take him out of the game until he needs him to go back and die or something.

And you may notice the absence of the popular they (or at least it is popular on Twitter) where Cas gets trapped in Purgatory, again.

But like, that isn't a problem? Micheal can just snap and open the gate again, I mean, I know he doesn't really like them, but it would be annoying having Dean all broken and not really functional when you can solve that with a snap of your fingers.

The point is, they have an easy way to open back the gate, so it would be ridiculous to make a big fuss out of Cas getting trapped, unless Micheal dies or something in the meantime.

Tagging: @metafest @verobatto-angelxhunter @agusvedder @legendary-destiel @that-one-fandom-chick @studio-hatter

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SW fandom rant

To be honest, I don't really know how or where can I start talking about this. If you aren't interested in any of the Star Wars drama that is going on then skip this post, cause its gonna be long... these goes for the SW fans we are concerned about the whole situation itself. I barely have the strength to do this and exposing my opinion about certain things makes me uncomfortable but it's been a long while since I'm keeping things to myself. There's much information I have to process so please be patient with me since I barely know how to express my emotions in the right way (that's why I'm holding myself back a lot here: it will seem I'm calm... but I'm not. I'm angry and tired at the same time).

DISNEY CANON

We all know where it all started. The Force Awakens premiere in 2015. We will start from there.

As ANY star wars movie, there will be people who liked it, people who loved it and people who hated it. And there is where some fans clash with the others. Fans who enjoy practically every movie or SW related things and those fans who demonize every movie (specially the ones from the new Disney canon) and the only thing that matters for them are the episodes IV, V, VI and the Legends canon (some of them also defend the prequel episodes I, II and III, fact which I'll talk about it later). And they bash against everyone who likes the Disney sequels.

BOI IM SCARED OF TELLING PEOPLE THIS WAS MY FAVOURITE SAGA SO FAR. And I already had problems with Legends hardcore fans.

Let me tell this straightaway... Star Wars are movies for kids. They've always been. George Lucas said it. They seem to be thirsty for feeling again what they felt when they were kids whenever a SW movie comes out but they always exit the cinema with a feeling of extreme disappointment.

I was talking about the last movie with my co workers at the beginning of the year and they complaint it was "too Disney". And that's precisely what I'm trying to explain! It's ok whether you like the sequels or not like them. Everyone has his own taste. I just find funny complaining for a whole saga originally made for kids for being "too Disney". I dont know if you get my point here.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uEsOqEpNF0k&list=PL8SlwcJuVWR2FNtL-6Wo5QUP6LMjpNJUA

LEGENDS CANON

Then there's those who hated the prequels, that said there was nothing worse than the phantom menace, those who hated on George Lucas for doing such a crap, but now praise the prequels because Disney is satan for them and they want the old canon back. George Lucas ended up selling SW to Disney because, he ain't no fool, he knows this fanbase is one of the most toxic and ungrateful that has ever existed. And he saw it with the prequels feedback... Then they now have the guts to demand him to continue the old canon? Smells like hypocrite-crying fanboys to me.

My whole point is....It's ok if you are a new/Disney sequels fan, it's ok if you are a prequels fan, it's ok if you are a SW original movies fan, Legends canon fan, OG fan, casual fan, hardcore fan... as always you understand that not everyone will agree with your point of view, not everyone will like or think the same way as you do, or live SW the same way as you do. There's a difference between respecting and agreeing with, concepts which sometimes get mixed and taken as the same thing, which is not. Respect other fans mean "I don't agree with you but I know how much this means for you, so I won't intentionally mock you" WHICH THING LEADS US TO THE NEXT TOPIC:

JOHN BOYEGA

*takes a deep breath*

Man. I dont know. He's a full grown up man and he's behaving like a 5 yo on his social media...... John is the actor who gives life to Finn (the ex stormtrooper). It all started with this sexist comment he responded to a fan in his IG. 

Then people (naturally) got offended, specially reylos. But instead of apologizing he kept on going, remarked what he said and also did a video to mock the reylo community.

You think I'm only defending a ship here but no. Its bigger than that. He has the right to feel left out in this saga because I agree with him IN THAT FACT. He is probably the actor which is more into the SW world, he was always a big fan (of the whole cast I mean). Thats why fans love him do much. And I did love him too. And he (naturally) wanted to have more spotlight on this saga ( I think Finn was one of the most wasted characters of these movies tbh) But instead of taking it the mature way he's having a tantrum on his IG because Finnrey did not become a real thing, he's trolling reylos and encouraging SW haters and antis to bully them whose are already having a hard time with TROS end (which I'll talk about later because I dont like their attitude about it either).

And it's not just raise the hate on shippers thing dude you could just apologize because you said something sexist and offended a lot of people who ship reylo and really means a thing for them. The whole thing that the greatest achievement a man can have with a woman is sex is just DISGUSTING. Rey kissed Ben but now he's gone Finn has the road clear and can fuck her? BRUH.

This is all so wrong and he was the one who started it.

ADAM DRIVER

I'm really relieved Adam does not have any social media because omg I would be suffering so much rn...

I honestly have never emotionally connected with an actor so much as I did with him. His whole acting is so good and I could really notice on this last movie. I'm starting to watch his other movies. And not just his acting, he's so professional off camera too.

I'm really happy and proud of him for his Oscar nomination, he really deserves it TT

But I'm worried this whole John Boyega thing affects him. Idk how I would feel if I were in his shoes, if my coworker was saying those things on social media and then smile at me like nothing is happening. But honestly what hurts me the most is he's having a worse time with "reylos".. I think the rumors of him having an affair with Daisy Ridley was what messed things up. I honestly dont know if its true, I've got some info but it's hard to believe. Because there are so many haters manipulating fake info that I dont trust anything and anyone anymore.

And this is where I talk about:

REYLOS AND DAIVERS

BOI OH BOI

This is gonna be hard....

First of all, I don't consider Daivers (Daisy x Adam shippers) as part of the reylo community. I'm sorry. But its fucking disgusting you going to demand Adam to divorce from his wife, abandon his son and then start dating Daisy because of this rumor or because you can't separate fiction from reality.... I read he even recieved death threats ARE WE NUTS??? They (Adam and Daisy) having a good chemistry working together doesn't mean they are in love, kids...

Driver has an awesome wife and a lovely son. Daisy is currently dating someone.

Infidelity is gross. No more. And I would be so disappointed at them if this turns out to be true. But seeing all what's happening around the actors and specially having all this haters out there... I'll say this was all false information.

Daiver is not real and won't be. So stick only to the fictional ship.....

About Reylo itself. I find REALLY funny how people who dont know shit about what this ship means say it's an abusive relationship. Bullshit. I wouldn't be shipping them if so.

Also the people still stating it's not real/canon hiding themselves behind the "Ben solo is dead lol" argument. Do you stop loving someone when they die?

Yes, they love each other. No, it wasn't always reciprocated love. They started being enemies in the force awakens, friends who understood and cared for each other through force dyad in the last jedi and ended up being lovers at the end of the rise of Skywalker. Rey wants to revenge her family (her falling to the dark side) but also wants Ben Solo back, and he wants to be the most powerful leader on the galaxy and still being kylo ren. But they eventually meet in the middle between light and dark and Leia finally reaches out to him to make him turn to the light.That's their fight. That's the angst. That's the tea. "No one is ever really gone" there's always hope. Star Wars is centered in HOPE. And their story represents it at its finest.

NOW. The reylo community.

Despite you liked it or not the end they gave to the saga... I think JJ Abrams doesn't deserve all the hate he's receiving... he probably did a lot of things wrong but seriously... just stop. Not only from reylos but the whole fandom.

Sending hate won't lead to anything now...

I enjoyed The rise of Skywalker. Indeed I spent half of the movie crying and I loved it.

You can cry as much as you want the loss of Ben (although I have hope for him still being alive in a way, there are plenty of theories) but that doesn't give you the right to death threat JJ. And I think I'll stop here cause I'm already tired.

Everyone has their own taste, preferences, favourite characters, ships, whatever. I pray for people stop judging others for their tastes, specially in this cursed fanbase. Sorry if I ever misbehaved trying to defend what I think or like. I just want this place to be supportive and safe for everyone and everything what's happening is not helping... We are all SW fans and that's our connection point. Dont discredit others for having another point of view...

I'll leave it here, but I'm open to debate or talk about anything I said in a respectful way.

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It was going to happen either way (All Might x Reader) Chapter 1/5

I have a few things to. say: I wrote this story last year (2018) because I was feeling down, I just remembered that it existed in my note app. A few songs were inspired, I will linked them down below, just beware that they are in Spanish, which is why I provided the english lyrics.

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Your dream became a reality.

You became the number 1 musician in the world, with tickets being sold out every time you had a concert to sing at. Your quirk was Empathy, and you used your quirk with the music you made. Being a hero was something you always wanted to be, inspired by the all mighty All Might. Something about him made you happy and his warming grin was it.

But you failed, not having a powerful quirk you knew that you were destined to become a hero but it didn't come to you what until you listened to music. When you were happy, you listened to the music but when you were sad, you listened to the lyrics and it was so weird how music could do that to you, in relating to the music, feeling the emotions.

At age 17, you were given a guitar by your grandpa who was a less popular guitarist and he taught you how to play

In the family reunions, you sang for your family. You let the strumming of your guitar and the lyrics reached into their hearts and understand your message. If it was a happy song, they would get happy. If it was sad, they would get sad. It was a way for you to show your realism ideology to people and you were discovered by a music agency. You were in a hero program, not U.A. because of your lack of combat skills but a program to gain knowledge of heroism. You didn't mind it wasn't U.A. but it was a longshot. You worked hard to graduate with honors and to work in the music agency. You met Present Mic there because of his Mic quirk and you were just intrigued of it. The agency was a hero agency but it also provided music production. You met a lot of people who had instrumental quirks, like a Bass Drum that used his belly to produce the ugliest and the most beautiful bong. The ugliest cause villains to be in pain in their ear drum, the beautiful part was used in the band.

You were the only one that did not have an instrumental quirk but the first one to use your quirk in music that can help people.

In the recording booth, you sat on the chair and when signaled, began singing:

If only you had told me

The truth always

If only you responded to my calls

If only you loved me when I loved you

You would've been in my dreams as the best man

If you didn't know how to love, now is the time to march!

If only you had known what I suffered for you

Having to forget you without knowing why

And now you call, you want to see me

You vowed you changed and think of returning.

Get away from me, there's nothing left to talk about.

With you I lost, now I have someone to win.

And that, was the start of your music career.

The women and even men understood your music, the breakups that lead to crying only made them stronger in finding relationships. Girls would send you fan-mail about them forgetting their ex and finding someone who truly change their life for better and you would respond. That was when your fans were from 200 to 300.

Now, you would send videos of your respond as you read comments from your phone along with your boyfriend (named Hiroki Tsuki, who was number 2 in music), thanking them and responding to the questions. You were kind-hearted, emotional, sympathetic and golden-hearted. With his popularity, you went up to rank 3 but you didn't care since you were blinded by the love you received from him, when you alone and out in public.

In the interviews, you were asked who inspired you to go to the music industry and you responded with:

"I've always wanted to be a hero, and it was every hero that would push me further into having some kind of cool quirk, saving people, making sure they have the best life they can enjoy. But one hero in specific gave me that hope to continue...All Might. When I was given the results and rejected by U.A., I didn't let it affect me, because All Might's smile...he, in some way was giving me this sense of "Don't give up, there's something for you, you just have to search for it"."

You sounded so dreamily, as if he was your prince charming and you were 20 when you gave that answer.

In another interview, you were surprised to see All Might walk out of the curtains in his hero costume. In person, he was incredibly handsome, and the smile you admired for so many years, was bright with hope.

The host of the show made you two play a game after the interview to give entertainment for the audience. The premise here is simple. You square off against a friend in a game of blackjack. The person who loses each hand gets, well, a hand — to the face. And, really, what's more fun than slapping someone with giant prosthetic digits? Playing with All Might who was the inspiration of the giant, foamy hands was a lot of fun and you two were enjoying the game more than expected. He would laugh so heartedly when you had to place the giant hand on his face and you stifled your laughs every time he did it to you.

After it was over, you were inspired to write a song, called "Give you a Kiss." that left people with pleads and theories that you two were dating and your boyfriend jealous.

The lyrics that made so many "(All Might x y/n ship-name)" fans born and take over the internet was:

"To love you how I love you is complicated

Thinking how I think of you is a sin

To look at you like I do is prohibited

Touch you how I want to is a crime

Now I don't know what to do

For you to be okay

To turn off the sun to light up your smile

Speak in Portuguese

Learn to talk French

Or bring the moon to your feet

I only want to give you a kiss

And give you my mornings

Sing to calm your fears

I want you to not miss a thing."

When that was published, you were ranked number 1 from fans' support and the music productions.

That was also when hell was at your doorstep. You were eating with your boyfriend in a restaurant, you peacefully and he was tensed. You noticed but you didn't want to ask, he was like this for a long time and you were afraid of him hurting you with words. You gulped softly and risked it all, just so you can get it out of the way, "What's wrong, Tsuki?"

You sounded so calm, you wanted to let him know that you wanted to talk about it and he took it the wrong way. Even your quirk didn't work on him. He was too prideful and too angry, his emotions controlled him.

The next thing you didn't expect and it felt like it was going slow when you saw him push the table away, causing many gasps and screams to appear. You sat there, in shock and you saw a beast right across you.

"YOURE CHEATING ON ME ARENT YOU?! WITH THAT STUPID HERO, ALL MIGHT!! ARENT YOU?!"

You were humiliated but you continued to sit there, "I'm not...you should know this Tsuki...You read all my messages, I know how Open I am..."

He scoffs, his eyes going red. His quirk was mood. His eyes change color by which mood he was, now you really knew he was mad and he was capable of hurting you and others but you sat there in shock, not knowing what to do. His target was you, that you knew.

"YES, I KNOW HOW OPEN YOU ARE." And he chuckles, "I WAS THE ONE WHO OPENED YOU UP!!!"

You felt tears go down your cheeks, you couldn't believe your ears. He was betraying you and humiliating you further.

"DID "HE" OPEN YOU UP MORE? HUH?! DID YOU OPEN UP FOR HIM?!"

"YOU IDIOT!" You cried out, looking down a bit. "YOU IDIOT IDIOT IDIOT!!!" Paparazzis were taking pictures and videos of the incident. Some people were already recording.

You cried, hoping someone was going to save you and you silently prayed for someone to save you and it was your security. Police arrived and pushed the paparazzi out of the way and held down Tsuki to take him to jail for public destruction in the restaurant.

You were taken to your house and you called the agency to cancel your tours and interviews. You were in your house for 2 months crying and screaming. Paparazzi tried to get you vulnerable but you were completely isolated, thanks to your security, it was very likely you can cry in peace.

You watched TV, news about the scene that ocurred. The humiliation that made you go through and to start blaming on All Might.

"If he hadn't been in the host show, Tsuki wouldnt have been jealous."

"You stupid All Might fans, is this what you support? The violence that had to go through the greatest couple in the world? Stop this Ship now!!"

You were infuriated that they do that when he had no relation to it. You haven't posted on social media in that time frame, you haven't even turned on your phone to avoid calls and messages until now.

You opened up your laptop and read every message. Many called you vulgar names, some gave you inspiring messages, that it was going to end soon, that was going to be okay. Someone even gave you the link to your first song. The song that started all. The song of betrayal and going forward. Your mind took control and made you look at the TV screen, to see a sad host older woman of the show.

"...I will risk my own life, my own job just to say this in front of the cameras and I hope your watching this (y/n). And I hope you ungrateful people watch this. I am a quirkless human, I have a family. (Y/n) had a terrible day and you defending the awful Hiroki tsuki is worse than being called a criminal. What has she done to him? To you? You remember how she started? By singing from her heart, from her emotions. To let you know that you are not alone and through her music to help you move on. After this ocurred, what did you do?" She was glaring at the camera, her fist clenched. You cried silently as you heard her defend you. You released your quirk, for kilometers so everyone can feel what you felt. The pure sadness that erupted from you. You saw the lady on TV stop glaring and her eyes start tearing up. " I know I'm not the only feeling that...you guys feel that? She's sad!! She sad for what you made! SHE MADE MUSIC FOR YOU, TO HELP YOU RECOVER AND NOW THAT THIS HAPPEN, WHO IS GOING TO BE THERE FOR HER?! WELL, I AM HERE! (Y/N), I AM HERE!!!"

Your quirk was on for more than two minutes and such power made you bleed through your mouth, coughing out a bit and when hearing that from her, you smiled small and that emotion travelled through the people until it got to the woman again. She relaxed a bit and smiled softly.

"Let me in honey...please...my sweet daughter...let me be there for you." As she let the tears roll down her face. There was a sense of hope, until you felt a quick pain in your head from a whack that immediately stopped your quirk to function as you fell unconsciously on the fell and the man in the shadows, with maroon eyes glared at you.

He punched the wall and that caused the news and paparazzi to look over at your house. To see you in your white pajamas being taken by someone fast. He laughed for a short while he taken you somewhere.

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Brahms x Reader: true love waits pt.1

∆ hallo! Well as many of you I am myself a sucker for Brahms from the boy and I really wanted more content about him so I thought maybe I could write my very first fanfic! If you are having it rough in school this is for you :') calm down honey I'm sure you are going to make it through and I hope this helps you get some inspo ∆

Warning:

I'm not a native English speaker so this may have a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes

my punctuation FAILS a lot! (sorry)

Is quite long

In this fist chapter may not be a lot of interactions with him but don't worry there will be a lot in the future

I May not be really constant in my updates but I will try to upload it as fast as I can (don't worry I got all the structure already planned and many other parts are already done)

I'm also not the best at drawing and this is my first fanfic sooo it maybe not so good

I also accidentally broke my glasses so I can't see really well

Note: the reader in here has a fascination for paranormal stuff as well as some of their friends and the reader also has a lot of respect for spirits and the afterlife; The (()) means author note and finally If you don't want to read too much I will place a 💚💚💚 where the interactions begin and a 🖤🖤🖤 where the interactions end. With that in mind

Let's begin!

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College was hard and not easy to end but you did it! You did it! You finally graduated from your career/s. Of course… everything has a price, as a college student you had to keep it up with your family; friends or acquaintances; extra activities and of course grades which made your cash and time fly away, for this reason you couldn't have a good, steady and formal relationship that everyone wanted you to have but hey! At least you got an excellent job in England and enough money to buy a home right?

This week you and your pet were preparing everything for the trip to your new life and new job in the UK, sadly you couldn't get one in London but the British countryside was okey, very new for you but okey.

Months ago your family encouraged you to get a huge home for when you decided to invite them or if you wanted to start a family in the future. You honestly searched for a Mansion for the first reason as the second one seemed so far away from you. You had saved some money to buy it but the original idea was to live in a cottage or an apartment not in a huge house.

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Because you didn't want to let down your loved ones you search all over the internet if there was one that you could afford, sadly all of them were teraexpensive or gigafar from your job. You were searching and searching for a huge house that costed what you saved. You were so afraid to let your family down and you almost lost all your hopes 💚💚💚until you saw it! A huuuuuuugeeeeeee cheap mansion that has been on sale for years and was near your job, you were shooked! You knew this couldn't be that perfect and there must be something wrong... You were right, apparently their old owners couldn't bare the fact that they lost their only child to the flames of a fire that happened inside the house when the poor creature was only 8 years old and because of that traumatic experience the experts that found their bodies in a lake affirmed that they drown themselves, they commited suicide; Also a man called Malcolm and what apparently was a young “nanny” (God knows for what they needed a nanny, there wasn't enough information in the web) got out of the house with lots of wounds and last but not least many girls that entered the house were never seen again...YIKES! But whatever, you've been in many other dangerous places and situations before pffft there's nothing a good spiritual cleansing or a good exorcism can't do 🖤🖤🖤((great mistake you should have learned from horror media that you were doing something very stupid)).

Back to where we were you were preparing your stuff to get you and your (snake/cat/dog/lizard/bunny/tarantula/rockpet/parrot/whale whatever is your pet) buddy into a plane and later into a cab. You were so excited when you arrived to England, the city was great but the highway full of green was majestic! As you arrived you noticed 💚💚💚everything was so good; lots of rooms for you and your loved ones; lots of privacy; a lot of interesting antics; an awesome facade; a lot of space for your little fella; comfortable furniture;; a doll; a huge dining room; a working kitchen;  warm water...a doll...a doll!?!?... okey this is strange but you could handle it even though you always had some mixed feelings for dolls as you appreciated the effort put into making them, the love they were meant to receive and how adorable or beautiful some of them were but they were also really unsettling and they pushed the uncanny valley theory to a next level. This one in particular made this mixed feeling met. It was beautiful, sure but it/he was so broken and realistic. He was like the job of a broken mother that lost the most precious to her so you thought of the best name you could “Bob, I will call you Bob!” as you said that to the little doll you heard a loud wallop on the wall of the roof, your friend bark/hiss/quak((whatever again)) at the place of origin of the noise but you were too tired to think about it 🖤🖤🖤as you couldn't sleep on the plane because the people aboard were really noisy too so it was your chance to sleep, tomorrow would be a good day to clean chakras or pray or whatever.

💚💚💚You felt really bad for little B so you brought him into what looked like a kids room and tucked him into the bed “good night Bob”, you said as you waved at him and went to the other room to sleep.

(I just noticed I pasted the last paragraph again! I'm so sorry about that)

Part 2 here

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How did you find your connection to the Norse and specifically to Odin? I'm not exactly a religious person and my ancestry is muddled at best, and while I feel a connection to Thor, I think it's more as a character than a deity. I know I don't HAVE to have a deity to be a witch, but I want to work with them if I can, but don't want to bug them if they don't want to work with me.

In case you missed it, I told some of the story of how I started working with Odin here. 

I was one of those people who was dragged into working with the gods. When I was in my mid-20s, I was a determined materialist. Then I started having a psychic awakening that made me really sick, and I found myself with the choice between actively working with spirits and spending half of my life in bed with crippling cluster headaches. I very reluctantly chose to work with spirit. I’m so very glad I did (and not just because having two pain-free days in a row is incredible), but I only feel that way in retrospect.   

So, now that you know my background, let’s talk about you. 

First of all, Thor is a big boy. If he doesn’t want to work with you, he’ll ignore you or let you know. Think of how you might feel if you were in his shoes, though. A young whelp (everyone alive on earth right now is a young whelp compared to Thor) looks up at you with adoration and thinks you’re so cool. You’re not going to be pissed off. Not even if you’re Thor. You might know that you’re not the best god for them, but you’re probably going to do what you can (possibly behind the scenes) to help them find the god who is right for them. I’ve heard so many stories of people being initially attracted to a god and being gently steered elsewhere. That’s the worst case scenario. If you feel drawn to Thor, reach out to him. 

If you have an idea of the kind of work you want to do with him, just start doing it. I don’t work with Thor very much. I wire wrap crystals from time to time. When I do, I always ask for his help (because I suck at it really badly), and he doesn’t mind that I start the conversation. If you want to be devotional, start praying. If you want help with divination, start asking for it. If you want someone to give you a job to do, ask for an assignment–or give yourself your own assignment. Make art for them or start working on embodying their values. 

Odin has started sending me people pretty regularly who want to start working with him, and his advice is always the same. If you want to work with Odin, start studying the runes. Find a book on the runes. (I recommend starting with Runes: Theory and Practice by Galina Krasskova and ignoring the blood stuff.) Draw a rune every day. Read the passage for that rune (usually only a couple of pages) and listen for Odin’s voice. Hearing him is different for everyone. A few words might stick out to you, or you might pick up anger about something that you have no personal opinion about. If you are a journaling sort, write down the things that pop out to you. Then spend your day with your eyes open looking for the way that rune appears in your life that day. Reflect on it before you go to sleep. Do this every day (or, realistically, most days). Eventually, it will become easier to hear him, and you’ll build skill with the runes at the same time. 

If you’ll humor me ranting about the ancestor thing for a minute… (My hope is that this will make you feel better.) I have an ancestral connection. My mother’s people were Norse and/or Anglo-saxon somewhere in the mists of time, but my family threw over the Norse/Germanic gods over a thousand years ago. Claiming some kind of special connection as the descendant of someone who converted away from the gods feels like cherry-picking ancestors to me. I’m going to ignore a thousand years of Christianity and claim that my ancestors were good Pagans? Ridiculous. 

My father’s side is Italian. During the summer when I tan, people have been known to ask me if I’m Puerto Rican. My ancestors might have looked like they stepped out of a Wagner opera, but I certainly don’t. And my mother and grandmother were more ravenette than I am when they were young. The gods work with people from all kinds of backgrounds, so if you feel called (or want to feel called), don’t hesitate to pick up the phone.

Good luck!

PS Check out this post by John Beckett. He’s a Druid who works with the Celtic gods, so it’s not your pantheon, but his writing on polytheism is A+.