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sagasofazeria · 3 years

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Beginnings

Song of the Seven Suns, Part 2

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(content warnings: violence, implied sex)

“So?”

“What?”

“You were making gay eyes at the guard. How’d it go?”

“I- Um. We’re gonna talk. Later.”

“Nice. Good for you.”

“Thanks, I think.”

“You’re welcome.”

Jetra smiled. A least Faulkron was quickly making friends. That would end up helping both of them. And honestly, what kind of bard would she be if she didn’t get her friends laid? Getting her new friend set up with somebody less than an hour after meeting said friend was a new record though, even for her.

As much as she enjoyed watching awkward gays at work, however, they had a purpose here other than flirting with cute mercenaries. Sighing and switching the subject to why they were actually here, she said, “Well, now that we’re here, we should see what trouble we can get into before the sun fully sets.”Seeing Faulkron’s reaction, she quickly amended her statement. “Metaphorically, that is.”

Faulkron chuckled a bit. “Hopefully it’s only metaphorical.” Then, he turned his amber eyes back towards the mercenaries, beginning to look around. “We should probably find whoever’s in charge first. Elikon, I think he mentioned?”

With eyes peeled for someone who looked important, the duo walked further into the compound. They could see mercenaries all around, some lounging, some sparring, some sitting intently around tables, planning jobs in hushed tones. Others were playing dice games or otherwise passing the time.

Jetra noted some other mercenaries around who looked promising. A particular halfling and dragonborn were sitting at a table, competitively playing cards. She made a mental note to talk to them later. She also noted a large wooden board, almost completely covered with papyrus scrolls nailed to its surface, likely detailing jobs and notices. Another thing to remember.

She was shaken from her scan of the place by Faulkron’s hand on her shoulder. She turned back to him, following where he was pointing with her eyes.

There in a small courtyard, in a pit of sand, stood 9 figures. The first 8 were standing in two rows, all of them standing dazed and sweaty. Standing in front of the two rows of exhausted trainees was a towering woman with a large spear in her hand. Her dark gray-brown skin was covered in white tattoos. The ones on her face were made like a stylized helmet, to match the gray mohawk that topped her head, as if it were the helmet’s crest. Jetra nodded her approval. Very cool. The woman watched as they approached, sizing them up as they got closer. When she spoke, her voice was rough and firm.

“Well, well, well. What’s this? Wait, hold on.”

She paused her regard of the newcomers to look at the trainees.

“Hey! You eight. You’re dismissed. Take a rest, get some water.”

While the trainees filed off to recover their strength, Faulkron walked forward, holding up a hand in greeting. “I’m Faulkron Rhodes, this is Jetra. Are you Elikon?”

The woman nodded, looking Faulkron and Jetra up and down. “In the flesh. What’s got you asking for me?”

Jetra had never really felt short before. She was happy with her height. However, given that Faulkron was nearly 6 foot, and Elikon was nearly 7 and a half, she was almost considering finding a box to stand on.

“We’ve come searching for opportunities. We were thinking about heading inland, most likely. We’d like to know of any offers, or jobs?”

“Hm. Well we’ve got a board up over by the barracks, you could look there. You’ll probably have better luck tomorrow though, new ones will probably be up by then, and I’m sure the best contracts from today have been taken already. You looking to join, or just here for the info?”

Faulkron bowed his head slightly as they began to back way. “We did not intend on joining, no. But thank you for your help.”

“Well that’s a shame. I could use a warrior like you... If you can back up all that muscle with skill, that is.”

Faulkron stopped.

“Are you insulting me?”

At his question, Elikon only crossed her arms and smirked. “Am I?”

Jetra watched as Faulkron’s eyes narrowed in response, and she suddenly was very glad she wasn’t standing on a box. It made it much easier to back the fuck away from whatever was about to happen.

So much for only metaphorical trouble. And this time it wasn’t even her fault. Which was, in itself, another record for the books.

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Elikon watched as Faulkron’s eyes narrowed in anger. She chuckled. “Don’t start this fight. I can spar ‘til dawn, and each mercenary here knows it, ‘cause they’ve seen it. I was only poking at ya. It ain’t worth the humiliation, kid.”

Faulkron felt his cheeks flush. He didn’t come here to fight, not technically. But he wasn’t gonna let this lady talk to him like that, no matter who she was. He’d take the challenge. And he definitely wasn’t gonna let her call him “kid”. Sure he was young for an elf, but not that young.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that at some point, most of the mercenaries had stopped their leisure activities to watch, and had even drawn a circle in the sand.

“I’m not a kid. And if you want to see skill, I’ll show you skill.”

Elikon chuckled. “Alright then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She threw him a wooden sparring sword, taking a wooden version of her own weapon from a rack just outside the circle. Then, she quickly got back into a fighting stance. He tried to get into his own stance, but before he could, the butt of Elikon’s spear swung towards his temple. He managed to duck, leaping to the side and readying the blade.

Elikon laughed. “Not bad, not bad.”

Before she could go on the offensive again, he stepped forward, slashing downward with a heavy swing. It was powerful, enough to send sand spraying when it hit the ground rather than its target. Elikon was surprisingly nimble for such a large woman, and she had already sidestepped.

He turned back towards her, just in time to deflect away a jab with the spear and make a quick swing of his own. This one she simply knocked away with her gauntlet, before continuing her assault.

The fight went on, both fighters attacking back and forth, blow after blow. Faulkron could feel himself wearing out, but Elikon kept going, barely even winded. After quite a few minutes of intense sparring, Faulkron was panting, sweat pouring down his face. Thankfully, the sun had set, and it was cooling off now, but his muscles were aching, and the temperature wasn’t helping him much now.

He watched as Elikon stalked forward, spear held aloft. Before he could make another attack, she spun her weapon, aiming to slam the shaft into his side. Before the hit could land, however, he caught the spear, using his other hand to swing his sword forward with all his weight. She twisted to dodge, but she wasn’t fast enough, and blade cracked across her chest. Quite literally, cracked. Faulkron watched in shock as the other half of the sword fell to the ground, Elikon laughing all the while. There was no evidence, save the broken sword, that he’d even hit her at all.

“This skin’s tough, but that was a good one! I like the spirit.” He almost thought it was over, until his legs were swept from under him. He slammed onto his back, hard. Elikon just laughed again, before she offered a hand to help him up. Defeated and exhausted, he accepted. She pulled him to his feet easily, clapping him on the back. “You could use some training still, but you’ve definitely got skill. The offer to join up still stands, if you wanna think about it. You did well. Now go get some rest, and drink some water.”

As Faulkron made his way out of the courtyard with his wounded pride in tow, he saw Jetra talking to two more mercenaries, where it looked like they had been watching the fight. They were all sitting around a table with some game pieces scattered across it. Jetra stood as he approached, tossing him a cloth.

“If it makes you feel any better, it was at least one hell of a show.”

Faulkron sighed. “Not much, but thanks.” He turned to the other two people at the table. “Who are they?”

The first one stood on his chair at being mentioned, hands on his hips, bringing him to just about eye level.

“I’m Fuego Tamir. Sorcerer, assassin, and baddest bitch around. ‘Sup.”

Faulkron looked over Fuego. The halfling was dressed in dark robes with flame designs on it, and the chest and arms were open, showing off a startling amount of tattoos. The biggest one, right on the center of his chest, was a large stylized skull with “RUN” written beneath it, right between two small identical u-shaped scars just under his chest muscles. His hair was dyed a fiery red at the ends, and held up in a ponytail, shaved at the sides of his head to make room for more tattoos. He had a scimitar on his hip that also had crimson flame designs carved onto it.

“I’m Faulkron. And who are you?” He looked over to the blue dragonborn warrior who sat in the other chair. Her scales were a vibrant blue, but they were covered with various cloths that looked suited for desert travel. A khopesh hung off of their left hip.

“I am Shakari. You fought well, Faulkron.”

“Thanks.”

Jetra nodded. “They’re headed inland too. We were talking, and it looks they’ve both got experience with both magic and the blade. Figured they might join us. Could always use some extra swords.”

Faulkron nodded. “Ah, good idea. If you all don’t mind though, I’m going to go recover. Jetra?”

“I’ll see you in the morning. Come find me at the Spinning Compass, by the marketplace. We can devise a plan then.”

“See you then.”

Fuego called out as well. “When you need to find us, we’ll be here.”

Faulkron nodded in response. He eventually recollected himself, and began heading off to find some place to rest. Before he could leave the compound though, he was approached by Alejandro, who was smiling and holding two flasks.

“Hola! You did pretty good out there. I haven’t been here long, but it seemed you made a lot of good impressions. Most of the warriors that spar with Elikon last half the time you did.”

Faulkron faltered a bit, not expecting such immediate praise from Alejandro, or to be told he actually did well.

“Well, I’m sure you did really well too.”

“I’d like to say I did, but it wasn’t quite as spectacular as your fight.”

Alejandro paused a moment. “I’m sure Elikon told you drink water, would you like some?” he asked, holding out the other flask.

“Yeah, she did. Thank you.” Faulkron gladly accepted, gulping down the water. After he finished, he stood for a moment, unsure what to say next.

“I... you wanted to talk, right?”

Alejandro nodded. “Sí, I was thinking maybe we could go somewhere with less rules and less deadly weapons, and talk a while? Maybe have some drinks?”

“That... yes! It sounds good, yes.” Faulkron was starting to stumble over himself a bit, still a little tired and kind of in shock that this was happening at this specific moment.

“Good! Come then. If you haven’t already heard, the wine here is to die for. It’s one of the things I’ve got to give the company credit for, they did pick a good city for a bunch of thirsty mercenaries to revel in.”

With that, Faulkron followed Alejandro back to the pavilion in the marketplace he’d seen earlier, which was now far busier. They drank and talked for a while, and by the time midnight came around they were both grinning like idiots. They danced with the music as the night went on, occasionally bumping into each other or other dancers. Eventually, Faulkron stepped away from the pavilion a few paces, Alejandro just behind him.

Faulkron took a deep breath of the night air to clear his mind. He was far more relaxed now, and he was enjoying his night with Alejandro immensely. They had talked about a lot of things, from fighting to weapons to the ocean to the wine. Overall, it was going quite well. Suddenly, he had an idea. “Let’s go on a walk. It’s way too hot and loud here, and I’m sure it looks nice here at night.”

“I agree, it is perhaps a little crowded. And the city does look quite nice at night, though I’m not certain that it’d compare with what I’ve already seen.” Alejandro said it nonchalantly, but there was a flirtatious tone in his voice as he regarded Faulkron.

Faulkron could only hope Alejandro couldn’t tell how hard he was blushing.

Decision made, they began to walk off, snaking their way out of the crowded pavilion, through the marketplace and out into the silent torchlit streets.

They walked along for a while, enjoying the fresh air, the tapestry of shining stars in the clear night sky, and each other’s company, letting the effects of the wine trickle away.

Eventually, Faulkron turned to Alejandro. It was late, and he started to ramble on before he could stop himself.

“Okay, so I know it’s late so you should probably head back to the camp and sleep. I will be fine, because I’m elvish, but you need your sleep, you know? This has been fun, please don’t get me wrong, I really liked it, but I don’t wanna keep you up and-“

He was halted by Alejandro’s finger on his lips.

“Hush. It’s alright. I can sleep in. It isn’t that much of an issue. Plus, they don’t exactly allow swordplay in the compound barracks.” Alejandro winked at the word ‘swordplay’.

Faulkron felt his face flush again as he caught the meaning.

“Oh. Good point. Okay. Yeah. I mean, if you say so. Are you sure?” Faulkron laughed a little with nervousness. How in all the worlds is he still interested?

“I’m sure.”

Alejandro grinned, then slowly leaned forward, and placed a small kiss on Faulkron’s jaw. Faulkron felt it almost like a distant breeze, and his face got warm again.

Alejandro smiled at him again. “There’s more where that came from, you know.”

And Faulkron wasn’t about to say no to that.

With that, the two wandered off into the night.

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trash-and-recyle-fics · 5 years

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Rehab

Summary: Trouble should have been your name, considering how much you loved it. Your mom was killed in a car accident and that was the one person who stood by you. Now in California living with a friend you get into a little more trouble than you bargained for.

Warnings: Swear words. My punctuation mistakes grammar and spelling too. —-

—-You were nothing but trouble. Oh and you loved it. When you came kicking and screaming out of your mom she knew, when you caused fights in preschool. She knew. So when you got into a little to much trouble or fun you liked to call it she tried to ship you a boarding school. In California. The place were you can’t get a breath of fresh air if you went to the highest hill. Originally from Oregon you loved it there. That was home. Until your mom was killed. Social workers came to your house to get you. Your mom was supposed to be at work. A drunk driver killed her before she even made it halfway there. Sitting in a board room at the hospital you called a friend you met while in California. She was 20 and claimed to be a very close family friend. She bought you a plaine ticket and the social worker sent you on your way with a couple suitcases. Your mom’s remains would be sent to you considering she was an organ donor and they still could use some of her organs. Turns out she saved three people.

In the airport with the social worker by your side she handed you off to an employee of the airline. Being handed off was new to you, no matter what you did your mom always ALWAYS stayed by your side. She loved you and not knowing how you were going to make it was going to be hard. Your friend had lined a job up for you at her place of employment... a strip club. Being only 17 the manager was going to let you clean up the club and backstage areas. Until you were 18 he wouldn’t let you make your fair share.

TIME SKIP

California was hot, unbearably hot. It was uncomfortable. You in your skinny jeans and hoodie wouldn’t cut it. You had already met up with Sams and when you arrived at your new home it was nice. Small but decorated nicely, not in the best neighborhood. Considering the two dead bolts on the door. You could hear kids screaming and laughing outside as the played soccer in the street. Sam unfortunately had to go to work not long after you arrived.

“Hey Y/N the club is having a costume night so I’m on bartending duty, I’ll ask when they want you to start.” All you did was nod. Sam gave you a hug.

“I’ll pick up a movie for tomorrow night I don’t work then but I won’t be home til late I cooked dinner it’s on the stove and lock the door behind me.” Again you nodded as she kissed your head. “I love ya kid ain’t nothing gunna happen to ya I promise.” Soon after she left Borden over took you. The fimilar feeling of needing entertainment over came you. Grabbing your keys that were attached to your pepper spray you left and locked the door. After wandering around the neighborhood and not finding anything fun to do you headed towards the main road. Hoping it would lead you to downtown.

After finding your way to the lit up stores that stretched a couple blocks you found a diner. Beth’s the neon sign read. Right outside of the cute hometown style diner was your fun. Two bikes rode up and met with two more bikers. You sat on a bench facing the sidewalk, as the men walked into Beth’s your hands itched.

Not knowing what you were going to do just having a feeling it was great. Picking up a sharp rock by a tree. You ran your fingers over the edges, perfect to cut something. Without a plan you walked over to a bike and bent down so you were sandwiched in between two of them. You ran your fingers over the black paint over the leather seat and down to where there was wires and black tubing. Taking the rock you folded the black tube around the sharp edge and moved both the rock and the tube back and forth. A stream of fluids came out. ‘Oh shit’. You giggled and you stood up. Looking into the dinner was a mistake though. You made eye contact with a curly headed man with a goatee. Dropping the rock you pushed the bike you cut over and it knocked down another one on the other side. And you ran. A huge smile on your face. You wouldn’t get caught, you couldn’t. Climbing a chain link fence you heard the boots running after you. Once you reached the top you moved your body around letting a laugh go. Only to infuriate the bikers that were chasing you. You ran down the alley and onto a street. Almost being hit by a bike. And another one after that. But you didn’t stop you were able to make it around them and continue running. By now most of your energy was being spent on laughing. You ran through backyards and through streets. Finally making it to your house. Unlocking the door just in time too. A bike raced down the street. In your living room laying on the floor covered in sweat tears from laughter and your sides hurt from running and nearly choking on the bubbles of laughs.

When Sams got home you were showered and in your pajamas. Watching a movie and eating dinner.

“Hey honey, guess what boss said you can start to train in two days or so.”

“Nice.” You said shoving another fork full of food into your mouth.

“So tell me how boring it was here withou me.” She had a smile on her face, a contagious one at that.

“I nearly started to clean it was so boring.” You said causing her to laugh.

“Go to bed soon and we can talk in the morning about school and jobs and funnnstuff like that.” She smoothed the top of your head and you nodded. Before she could make it down the hallway another bike went by, that had to be the third this hour.

“Those damn bikers.” Sams said under her breath. Again you nodded. ‘Indeed. The bikers.’ You thought.

TIME SKIP—— Noon-ish next day

“Hey Y/N! Get up we gotta go shopping!!” As you sat up Sams was in your doorway. We have to get you stuff for online school today. So hurry.” Rolling out of bed sucked. So did putting on pants.

Soon enough you were ready and heading out the door. Sams has mentioned getting lunch and maybe nails done before you went and your way to a bigger town to get the stuff you needed.

“You will love this diner.” She said as she parked in front of Beth’s. Ohhhh shittt. Rule number one don’t come back to the place you caused trouble for at least three weeks.

“You know I’m not that hungry can’t we just go?” You asked.

“No I am hungry and you need to eat. It’s going to be a long day.” As you stepped into the diner all was fine. In fact you had managed to stay calm enough so that Sams hadn’t suspected anything. That was until one man sat beside you and another by Sam.

“Can I help you.” Sam asked. Almost ready to punch the one next to her. You stared wide eyed at her.

“Oh you can actually, you see yesterday lay at night this one here.” The man next to you put his arm around the back of the booth. “Desided it would be a good idea to cut the fuel line on my brothers bike. Then pushed his and mine other. So wanna explain why ya went and did that sweetheart.” Sams was mad. No more than made she was furious.

“Y/N! You did what?!?!” She slammed her hand on the table. The man next to her let out a laugh.

“I’m sorry.” You wispered.

“Not good enough!! Why did you do it?!”

“I was bored and you were at work and-and I wanted something to do!” She shook her head. Then stuck her hand out to the man sitting next to you.

“I’m Sam. This is Y/N. She recently VERY recently came to live with me.”

“Jax teller. This is Bobby and the bike she cut and pushed our brother Tig’s. Also pushed mine.” Bobby nodded. Jax looked down at you.

“So why you do it sweetheart?” He was calm but Sams was not.

“You will wake up at 6:30 am to do you schoolwork then you will go to work and start to pay off the damages.” You looked up at her in complete shock.

“I have a better idea.” Jax said. Instead of just paying off the damages you will fix the bike. With help of my friends.”

“Sounds perfect.” Sams said.

“Wait what??!? I don’t get a say in this?!” You asked utterly confused.

“Damn right you don’t. In fact quite the opposite.”

You shoved a fry into your mouth and slumped down. Causing Bobby to laugh. You scowled at him.

“If you have time today you can start it.” Sams nodded.

“Oh you bet she has time I will be out of town today until 6. She can work til then.”

“Sounds good.” Jax and Bobby stood.

“She can ride with us.” Sams nodded as you shoved a handful of fries into your mouth.

She scooted out of the booth paid for the meal and left. Leaving you with the bikers. Fucking great.

Jax wrapped his arm around you and bent low.

“Are ya ready to work sweetheart.” You elbowed him in the stomach causing him to momentarily lose his breath. Making Bobby laugh again.

“Oh Jax you are going to have fun teaching her.”

You walked outside with the men closely behind you. Just to play with them you act like you were going to run, Bobby grabbed you by your wrist and you laughed. He shook his head and let go of you. You watched Jax straddle his bike and Bobby walk towards his. They both started it up and nerves over took you.

“Yeah I’m not getting on that thing.” You said taking a step back.

“Afraid you are. Here.” Jax handed you a helmet and you took it with very little confince. You strapped it on and put your hand on Jax shoulder. As you say on the bike he showed you were to put your feet and you grabbed his waist. Squealing from suprise as he revved the bike. As you went down the street you let your grip loosen and slowly so you were sitting strait up and on your own. Soon enough you pulled into a parking lot with bikes lined up and a couple of cars. A big sign saying TM. As Jax parked his bike you climbed off with assistance. You handed him the helmet and walked between him and Bobby to the shop.

“Tiggy!!”Bobby called as you were walking up. A man under the hood of a car looked up and instantly grew angery. He pointed at you and started to walk. Jax stood so half of his body was in front of you.

“The bitch.” He said his eyes big.

“Oh bite me Barney.” You said he was even more pissed. But you were enjoying it.

“Hey Tig She is here to fix it, the mess ok.”

“She don’t touch my bike she will probably cut the damn brakes.” He said looking at Jax.

Bobby had left and you stepped so you were standing by Jax.

“Oh I didn’t know what I was cutting.”

“So you admit it!!” Tig said shaking.

“Of course I do. I have to have fun one way or another.” You shrugged your shoulders. Tig just threw the towel that was in his shoulder on the ground and walked away yelling “PROSPECT!”

“Ok Y/N prospect will show you around the garage and show you a couple things. Introduce you to people all that.” You nodded as a dirty blonde haired man came jogging up.

“Hey.” He said nodding at Jax while giving you a semi weird look.

“This is Y/N. Show her around the shop introduce her to people. Show her shit, she is here to learn stuff to fix shit” Jax had said.

The blonde nodded and held out his had. “Half sack.” You shook his hand confused.

“Don’t ask him why his name is that” Jax said looking at you while lighting a cigarette.

“What if I wanna know.” You countered. Jax shrugged as Half sack unzipped his jeans. Before he could even get it farther down his leg you punched him in the chest.

“Don’t you fucking dare pull down your pants!! Don’t you know how to use your damn words!!?!” You yelled Jax laughed hard and Half sack held his chest.

“That hurt.” He said rubbing his chest and zipping up his pants.

“Good fuck. Whatever just show me stuff around the shop.” You said as Jax walked away laughing and you followed Half sack into the shop. About an hour later he was done showing you stuff and introducing people.

“Okay this truck just needs an oil change.” He said. Nodding, he started to point out stuff in the car as you asked questions.

“See where it says ‘engine oil’ you pull it out and wipe it then put it back in and wipe again. If it’s like this.” He said as he pointed to the rag, “it needs a change.” Again you nodded. As he went through the steps of teaching you how to change oil you had to be on a small step stool to be able to reach the inside of the truck. You would point to a part ask what it is he would explain it and its purpose.

“Hey Sack we got church. You are on babysitting duty we will fill you in later!” The man you learned to be Opie.

“Oh fuck you man.” You said just loud enough to hear and it caused him to shake his head with a smirk on his face.

“Why do they call you Half sack? Just don’t pull down your fucking pants again.”

“Lost a ball in the war.” He said glancing at you with a smirk.

“Oh shit dude. Sorry for your loss.” You couldn’t even get through half the sentence without laughing your ass off.

“Okay okay Y/N. Let’s get back to work.” You settled down and went back to leaning on the truck while standing on your stool.

Time skip———- 5 o clock

“Y/N!” You turned around and saw the man you knew as Chibs.

“Hey.” You said as you turned your body towards him and Half sack had started to changed a tire on a small car.

“Jackie Boy wants ta see ya.” His accent thick with every word.

“Where is he?” All he did was nod towards a picnic bench across the parking lot and you saw Jax there.

“I’ll be right back Half sack.” As you got up you dusted off your butt and pants. You couldn’t help the grease on your shirt though.

As you approached him he light a cigarette.

“Hey Y/N. Got some questions for ya.” You nodded as you sat down across from him.

“Today some things came up.. you got into a lot of trouble before you moved here huh?” Instantly your head began to spin.

“How did u know that?”

“Our club knows how to get information.” He said as he put his cigarette out.

“How much do you know?” You asked.

“Just about everything.” He said. His eyes were soft and concerned. You nodded and started to pick at the table.

“Yeah I got into trouble yeah my mom died yeah I don’t know who my dad is yeah I’m not a great kid with great grades. Can I go know?” You asked. He shook his head no. You didn’t care you stood and instead of going to the garage you started to walk out of the parking lot. You take the cigarettes you took from plies pocket while he wasn’t looking and the lighter Jax had on the table. You light one and cough when you inhale. Walking faster as you hear Jax’s voice. His boots comming after you and when he reaches for your wrist you turn and hit him in the face. Then you bolt.

Running from your problems is something you are good at. You make it from the shop to about 5blocks down the street. It would take you about an hour to make it home. When you turned to see Half sack on a white bike. You kept walking with the keys inbetween your fingers. He pulled over a little ways ahead of you and got off his bike.

“Leave me alone.” You said as you kept walking.

“Too bad I was kinda hungry. I was hopin you might wanna go to Beth’s then I can take you home.” You looked at him. Walking toward him you pressed your hand with the keys into his stomach not to hard but enough he knew you had them there.

“Just take me home.” He nodded and held out his helmet. You pushed it towards his chest not taking it. You straddle the bike and wait for him to turn around and get on. He does turn around but he puts the helmet on your head.

“Just leave it on.” He said his eyes soft but his voice demanding. You mock him as he straddles the bike and you take off after you tell him your address. Once you get home you thank him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow I guess.” He holds out his hand for a fist bump.

“No that’s stupid.” He smiles and you pound your fist agonist his.

“See You tomorrow Y/N. And wear something that can get dirty I know what im going to teach you tomorrow.” You nod and go inside pull out your phone to text Sams that you are home.

Let me know for a part 2

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latitudelongitudegratitudein · 7 years

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The alter ego I left behind in 2016

Hey boys! Who wants to go on a date with Satan? Come on down.

What would you think if someone offered to set you up on a date with a girl named Satan?

We’ve all heard about a girl that’s like Satan. She parties hard, drawing boundaries only around the things she has yet to do. She shows up in your life one day with her amazing shoes, brand new convertible, and whispers kinky things into your ear with her raspy voice (just like Elizabeth Hurley in Bedazzled) Who wouldn’t want to make a pact with the devil knowing that doing so would mean having the time of your life?

Let’s be real though, Satan is one of those “hot mess” girls (View Cobra Starship’s “Hot Mess” music video). A girl that is BFF’S with Ke$ha and vomits glitter for fun. The kind of girl who is a blast to be around but turns out to just be loose cannon after all. A girl whose life is a never ending party, always moving on to the next party, drink, bro.

She has been drunk for so long she can drink virtually anyone under the table, even men and her superpower is being insusceptible to hangovers (take that Batman). Basically, Satan has been avoiding responsibility all her life and is completely out of touch with herself.

Now, would a bro want to hang out with Satan? Hell yeah. Would a nice, responsible guy with a fully vested 401K want to go on a date with Satan? Probably not. Would she be someone they would take seriously? You guessed right. Nope.

Guys don’t want to date let alone “wife up” a girl who they think has seen, been, and experienced everything. Where’s the adventure in that, right? Not saying she has, but she makes it SEEM like it. It’s just the way the world works. Perception is reality.

Unfortunately for Satan, she seems all over the place. A party girl is...Well, let’s just take a trip down definition lane. If you were thinking Merriam-Webster you would be terribly wrong (she wouldn’t even have a shot in hell with Merriam or Webster, even though she runs the place). Say hello to Urban Dictionary:

A girl who will party hard anywhere, even if the party is shit she will get down and get naked. She likes to fuck, usually will either swallow or let you spray it all over her. Also prone to threesomes (including bi), and taking it in the wrong 'un.

A girl who simply likes to party. Every weekend she is seen at a party either drinking, dancing, or mingling. She may go home drunk or completely sober. Commonly associated with being whore, they are usually just 'wild childs', that party hard.

A girl who will hang out and have sex with a guy or guys who are sharing coke, ecstacy, crystal or other drugs with her.

Any female who constantly frequents nightclubs. She is entitled to always have a good time, with little or no responsibilities.

This is the general view the world has of party girls. Not a really good one. Satan is rarely seen as a girl who wants to settle down and change her lifestyle. She is not the type of girl who gives the impression she could be taken seriously in a relationship. Again perception is reality.

Well, hello there! I am Satan. Ha. Except not all the ideas that are used to define me are true. I do whisper into people’s ears with my raspy voice (mostly fart jokes), I didn’t develop an immunity to hangovers (still working on a formula). And most importantly, I do wanna settle down. It seems that I am a lot of things that I am not. I tend to give the wrong impression. I know.

I will spare you the gruesome details of how I got that nickname...let’s just say it involves many shots, lost shoes, frontal lobe damage, projectile vomit (not mine) and a tiny hat.

Let’s take another little trip. This one is down memory lane so you can understand the evil forces that caused me to be this way. (I say evil forces for dramatic effect don’t go and think I am part of some weird ass cult). And for all the Satan’s out there, don’t worry there’s hope.

When I was 13 I was a hopeless romantic, I always have, always will be, and don’t let me tell you otherwise. I believed Prince Charming was going to show up one day and take me on a magic carpet ride. (Yeah, I take the carpet over the horse any day. Plus having a tiger pet is cool as shit). You may be thinking “Alright Jasmin, relax!” But really, I believed he would show up, kiss me, and suddenly all the love songs would make perfect sense. (My boo, wherever you will go and I will walk a thousand miles follow). EW. If someone called me boo today I’d barf instantly. On their face. I wouldn’t be sorry.

Needless to say it didn’t happen. The prince flaked on me, found another boo and I remained single for the rest of my life. (With the exception of a two week boyfriend I had. He was a sweet kid but I broke up before I could develop feelings for him). Later on, I realized that I was terrified to bare my heart and soul to anybody. Yeah, I am a living contradiction. I wanted love, the whole shebang but I didn’t want to feel vulnerable. (Maybe the real reason why no one came).

Other than him, no other guy seemed to be genuinely interested in me. Boys noticed my body for the most part. I’d crush on my male friends on a regular basis, just to have them crush on my girl friends (no, I never went to them to confess my love. I’m much more chill than that and my pride wouldn’t have allowed me). They just saw me as their fun friend with a great sense of humor and a “hot” body.

So in my teenagey little brain I got what I thought was the message the universe wanted to send me (let the celestial trumpets blow here). “You are a girl to have fun with, your face isn’t cute but you can use your body. Boys don’t take funny girls like you seriously, they take bodies seriously though, so you might as well go out there and have fun.” And hell broke lose.

I decided that if love wasn’t going to happen to me. I was at least going to have a damned good time. So as a good rebellious millennial I said fuck love, fuck all those love songs, and fuck feeling unwanted.

I choose a bunch of badass bitches from movies and real life who had no fucks to give and I made them my role models. I did my best to model myself after them: Elizabeth Hurley, Angelina Jolie, P!nk, to name a few. I just wanted to be fun, attractive, and detached.

The thing is that at the end of the movie most of them did end up with the guy and I didn’t, but I didn’t care #thelieswetellourselves.

So I became Satan aka the party girl. I never prostituted myself for any substance, didn’t sleep with any dudes and I definitely never let anyone “spray it all over me”. I don’t judge anyone who has, I did my fare share of very wild things, but I am explaining my version of Satan. I am also explaining myself in case my mom ever reads this, please sympathize. (Sorry Mom).

Ultimately I have hid behind this Satan persona that I created. I tricked myself and built this fake confidence that turned into real confidence (fake it til you make it, right?). Still I always believed I had to rely on my body to get the attention I deserved from bros. A piece of advice that I should take is you get what you think you deserve so never sell yourself short. I slowly became a professional provocateur and flirtist (yeah, I make up words on a regular basis). I mean damn, I would have even flirted with my own shadow if I thought it was a hot bro.

In the love department I crushed on guys who were always unavailable and pushed some nice dudes away. I was too busy filling my kiss chart with strangers from all over the world to be bothered by nice dudes who actually saw right through me and wanted to take Satan out on a date. (I know right? Were they fucking crazy? I took my bad bitch role seriously). I know now that the crazy one was me. Haha (that’s me laughing at myself and the universe and irony).

I maintained this lifestyle for about a decade. Can you imagine how exhausting it was? Take it from me, worse than a 9 to 5. It felt great until it didn’t and then I had to make it great again, as all deals with the devil this lifestyle came with a price. I’m not proud of some of the prices I paid, some price tags included: too much alcohol, drugs, my dignity, my morals, and copious amounts of guilt and shame.

There were many times I felt depressed, lonely, exhausted and I just wanted to have a boyfriend like my friends. No one came and bad bitches are never sad, so I grabbed my tequila, put on mascara, played some house music and got my shit on lock. It didn’t take long till I found the next party. I lived in this vicious cycle.

Oh well, you can’t live in the past. Those days are over now. Now that I have grown a little, I realize I was too busy attracting situations and people that fed the beliefs I had about myself (my Satan self that is). Probably so busy that even if Prince Charming had stopped by with his magic carpet I would have either not noticed or looked the other way.

You may be wondering who hides behind the façade? Well, Hello, it’s still me. I can’t deny the wild and crazy parts of me, but they are not all there is to my identity. I disowned many parts of my authentic self to keep up with the Satan persona.

The parts I disowned never went away, I just never showed them. Qualities people never would attribute as mine but actually are. Like the fact that I am smart and yeah, sometimes I may have shown up drunk or hungover to class throughout high school and college but my grades were great and I NEVER failed a class. I graduated with honors. And even though I am relaxed I am extremely responsible, reliable and organized. It may seem that my life is a mess but I’ve got it more together than anyone thinks.

As an avid reader, I actually read about 10-12 books per year, including some poetry books.I know. Haha. I enjoy museums, playing video games, amusement parks outdoor activities, dirt bikes, go-karts, arcades and spending time around large bodies of water. But I strongly dislike bowling and beer (this should be my online dating profile). The list goes on but I wouldn’t want to bore you.

So yeah there is a lot more than what a person “seems” to be.

In the past year and a half I’d like to think I have grown up a lot, or enough to let myself be more me and less Satany. Also I have been going to therapy for 10 months with a cool, intense, brunette with amazing hair, and a dry sense of humor who sees right through all my bullshit. She makes me get real and raw (raw hurts by the way). She’s helped me expel the forces of evil from my brain, taught me about gratefulness, self-worth, and thanks to her I have gained self-awareness which is one of the most amazing gifts anyone has ever given me.

So let’s reassess yeah?

I am like all humans which means I have strengths, weaknesses, and I am working on myself to keep evolving.

Sometimes it scares me to think that people will never see past Satan, and by people I mean a decent guy (if he saw past Satan) who I could potentially be in a healthy long term relationship with. What If I meet a guy I really like and I inevitably project that image about me? It is really fucking scary and I go on panic mode sometimes...except I am aware. Woke if you will!

It’s not the same panic I have felt since I was 23 and I thought I was going to die forever alone, this one is much milder (like the green salsa). I no longer believe I will die forever alone with 10 cats (I don’t like cats anyways) and I don’t believe that there is something fundamentally wrong with me anymore. I just trust that I will meet someone when it’s the right time and that’s all. I don’t sweat it anymore. I am at peace and for know I enjoy the pleasure of my own fucking company.

When I do meet him, I just want him to see me and not just Satan (maybe Satan in the bedroom...Jk). So yeah I may feel a little worried about that sometimes but then I remember that I am super awesome, I have a bajillion things to offer, and any guy who locks me down should consider himself very lucky. (Yeah, yeah I will be lucky too but this is about me, not him and I haven’t met him yet).

To all the party girls out there, it’s cool to have fun but don’t let Satan become your identity. Don’t trade the good, funky and nerdy parts of yourself to keep this identity you made yourself believe is all there is to you. Remember your real friends and family will always know who you really are and so should you.

PSA: I’m going to repeat this don’t fucking sell yourself short and value yourself enough to walk away from any douche who just wants to “spray it all over you”. This may sound completely platitudinal but whoever you are wherever you are, you are worthy of love and respect. Learn to love yourself, know your value, and don’t put up with anyone who doesn’t.

P.S.S When I wrote this in September I feared that even though I had evolved, guys would always see me as a party girl. Thanks to the 10 guys from the post below I was able to understand what Michelle always told me. It was something like“ Jude, don’t worry. They will see you” ( Not just Satan).

I still worried. She was right, they saw me :)

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Man Made Monsters

How do I even begin?

It's been a long week. I've had to deal with lots of "interesting" phone calls and customers.

Today, was the worst. T.G.I.F.

Today, I spent part of the day afraid. Yes, ME. Afraid of a dog. Scared enough to make me sweat. This is very, very rare. I lliterally can count on one hand how many dogs have had this affect on me. I have a healthy respect for some dogs, and what they could be capable of, but there are few that I truly believe could or would injure me.

This dog's owner called me to see if I'd even consider trying to groom him. Let's give her kudos for that. She actually told the TRUTH about what her dog was like. He's been getting groomed by the same groomer for his whole life.. 13 years. This groomer suddenly quit, so she was left trying to find someone to take him on. The groomer at least had been honest with her as well. Many times groomers tell owners what they want to hear, that their precious pup is PERFECT for the groom. This doesn't do the owner any good, they then move on to the next groomer and are SHOCKED when their perfect baby takes someones hand off. The groomer had been able to groom him as long as "things were his idea". What this means (at least what it means to me) is that he's the kind of dog that you don't push. If he gets angry, you must back down, and try a different approach. Being a dominant bitch (yep, I just called myself a bitch) with this dog was not going to work. They are past the point of training. I've had a few of these in my day. If you can learn the combination to what works for them, you will be ok. Sadly, the groomer wasn't there to ask what would work best for him. The owner also admitted that the vets had a horrible time with him, and "once he's done, it's all over, you won't be able to do anything with him". OK. Duly noted.

I spoke with her about the possibility of sedation, and she agreed that may be necessary. I took him from her, and her parting words made me realize that there would certainly be some kind of a problem. "Don't let him bite you, if he does it really hurts and he draws blood". Good to know.. your dog's been biting you as well. I asked if he let people pick him up, and she said.. I "think" so.

I wasn't taking any chances, and had someone help me muzzle him. He was not a fan. Once up on the table, he was fine. Seriously.. not bad for feet, or nails, or anything! It was crazy. He just stood there. I decided not to push my luck and didn't remove the muzzle til after the bath, which left his face unfinished. I updated the owner and was optimistic we were in the clear. Then I went to finish him. He wasn't having any of me lifting him out of the cage. So, I carefully guided him to the floor and went to get a muzzle. While attempting to muzzle him, his teeth grazed my hand. No warning, no growling. This was the exact way J landed in surgery to fix nerve damage caused by this exact breed biting her. I got help, and we got him muzzled. Then things got really fun. I picked him up and he sprayed diarrhea everywhere, including down my leg. Great. He then urinated and rolled in it trying to get away from me. Back to the tub we went. I told J, this would be the last unsedated groom he'd have. Then, back on the table he was back to perfection. I even did his face completely after removing the muzzle. He was calm, and not threatening at all. SO strange. Unpredictable dogs are the worst. I told the owner that we would not guarantee future grooms would happen without sedation, but I'm still not sure. I just need to figure out how he likes to be picked up. I KNOW the owner wouldn't do it for me. She is obviously afraid of her Man Made Monster.

Yes, he's a breed known for aggression/brattiness. He's a Lhasa Apso. However, somewhere along the line it would've been nice for someone to say NO to him, preferably when he was 5 months old. (average age of a Man Made Monster's start of being a brat)

J fielded a call from someone who has a similar problem, luckily on a much younger dog. Hopefully we can nip this problem in the bud. It's a 7 month old Shih Tzu who has been to the (insert big box pet store name) groomer 3 times. Not once has he gotten a hair cut. He's been sent home for bad behavior. Now, I don't really blame those groomers. I could never groom in a fish bowl, with all the world watching how I handle the dogs. I'm not mean to them. I'm not abusing them. But, the dogs sometimes act that way, and to the uneducated onlooker, it sure might seem as though I am. Puppies SCREAM, like bloody murder scream. Sometimes it's just because I'm holding their foot, or holding the clipper near their head. If I stopped every time one screamed, no dog would ever get groomed. Within moments it's over, on dog's that have not been training humans for a while. The dogs realize nothing hurts, they still have all their legs, and they are alive. We move on. Praise for the relaxed puppy.

Problem? This puppy now believes that throwing a fit makes it all go away. Why?? Because it has worked! Puppies are not dumb. The owner has been "trying" to groom it and have it listen to a clipper themselves. J asked them to please stop. It never works well with the novice owner. They can't be hard hearted and listen to the screamy pup. They give in, and the puppy takes one more step towards a life of muzzled or worse yet, sedated groomings. Not ok. J is off the day they are coming in. I will take on the challenge of the pup, I sure hope it is a quick study.

We had another Monster in today whose owners had obviously "tried and failed" to groom it. The obvious part was in just how bad the behavior was. Screaming, fighting, biting. When J tried to talk to them about it, recommending an obedience class at the very least (the dog had to be taken into a quiet room to remove it's collar at the front desk, it was so out of control) she got a blank stare. The owner was somewhat offended that she even suggest it, as the dog is perfectly behaved at home. sigh. Of course it is.

It wasn't all rotten today.. we had fun with cute, nice dogs.

Happy Summer Solstice!

Source: http://crazypetgroomer.blogspot.com/2013/06/man-made-monsters.html

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