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satans-helper · 5 years

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Baby Darling Doll Face Honey

Pairing: Danny Wagner x (F) Reader

Word count: 1203

Warnings: none

I was revisiting Band Of Skulls today and imagined this little oneshot up, because we all need Danny to listen to records with us, right?

Record Archive was always there for you whenever you had a bad day and, on this particular Thursday evening, you were feeling pretty low. You were mentally depleted from work and all you wanted was a vacation but it just wasn’t a possibility. The familiar smell of dust and patchouli enveloped you as you entered through the glass doors, the brass bell dinging above your head. You just wanted to browse, to trace your fingertips over the records and CDs, to get lost in all the archives.

As the bell rang he stood up from behind the counter graffitied with stickers–Danny. You had been going to Record Archive for so long and so often that you two knew each other, though your conversation had always remained slight. Danny was quiet. He was always courteous and always asked if you needed help but he was quiet apart from that, always shuffling around silently putting away records or bent over the counter, looking over stacks of papers and flyers.

“Hey Y/N,” Danny greeted you, straightening his body out as he stood and smiling at you.

“Hey Danny,” you replied, smiling back. God, he was cute. His long, thick dark hair was half-up and there was one feather earring dangling from his right ear, a little silver hoop in his left.

“Are you looking for anything specific today?”

“No, just browsing. The usual.” You smiled again, turning to glance at the display of new local music CDs.

“Okay. Well, let me know if you need anything,” Danny said and you turned back to him, admiring his face again, and nodded.

You wished you could have a fun job like Danny’s. You would love to be totally surrounded by something you love every day instead of having to devote so much of your time and energy to something that just drained you, that seemed to break your spirit a little more with each passing day. But you had to remind yourself that at least you could retreat to places like Record Archive and carve out those few minutes for yourself, a little time to decompress and feel at home.

As you were browsing through the vinyls, starting at the letter A, you noticed Danny in your peripheral, holding a box in one arm. Still looking from the side, you watched as he cradled the box and stopped every so often to pull out a record, inspect it briefly, then slide it into its proper slot. You smiled a little to yourself, admiring his concentration.

His concentration only seemed to break when he got closer to you. You were looking through the B’s and had pulled out a copy of an album you had been recently turned onto, Baby Darling Doll Face Honey, its sleeve still all shiny and new. You held it up in front of yourself, looking over the track list on the back, then flipped it over to glance over the bright red and yellow artwork.

“I didn’t know there was an album named after you,” Danny said, a little behind you.

You half-turned, not sure whether to laugh or not–you had never heard Danny crack a joke to anyone before and you weren’t sure if you were meant to take it as sincere flattery. You managed to give him an awkward smile, which may have been more like a grimace in his eyes, lowering the record.

“Sorry,” Danny said, blushing a bit. “That was a bad joke.”

You laughed then, his embarrassment endearing to you. “No, that was pretty good. I just–I wasn’t sure what you meant at first.”

Danny smiled sheepishly. “I thought I was being clever, but–yeah, I don’t have an excuse.”

“Have you listened to it?” you asked, holding the record by one corner, displaying it.

Danny shifted the box from under one arm to the other. “No, is it good?”

You looked back down at the record. “I’ve heard some of the songs. It’s actually sort of an old album now–I wanted to get it though, I liked what I heard.”

“What’s the band?”

“Band of Skulls.”

“What kind of music?”

“Uh–” you stalled. You were never all that great at describing music. “I guess they’re like, blues rock. That’s the best way I can describe them.”

Danny’s face lit up. “I love the blues.”

You chuckled. “Well, don’t get too excited, I mean, they’re contemporary.”

Danny set the box down and moved closer to you so you were shoulder to shoulder. “I’m curious now,” he said, looking down at the record.

“Well, you get an employee discount, right?” you replied, hoping it sounded like the sort-of-joke it was meant to be.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to make that big of a commitment,” Danny said, glancing at you and smiling, going along with you. “Maybe we could listen to it together sometime.”

Your heart skipped a beat with excitement but then slowed–you thought maybe he was joking again. You slipped the record underneath your arm and started to walk away.

“Yeah, maybe,” you replied nonchalantly, glossing over the other letters of the alphabet.

“No, really, Y/N,” Danny insisted, catching up with you. “Would you want to?”

You turned to look at him–sincerity, sweet and pure, shone in his golden-hazel eyes, which still managed to take you by surprise.

“You’d really wanna do that?” you asked, wanting to be sure he wasn’t just pulling your leg. Danny was smart, beautiful, and inspired–you had your moments in the store but you couldn’t imagine why he’d actually want to hang out with you.

Danny looked embarrassed again as he reached his hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, inadvertently tangling the feather earring with the dark strands. “Damn,” he whispered, attempting to remedy the mess he made.

You laughed and reached out, brushing back his hair with one hand and gently fingering the feather, loosening his hair from it little by little. “Am I getting paid to help you with this?”

“If we listen to that record together,” Danny replied, looking up at the ceiling. “I’ll bring over any pop you want; any alcohol; any food. Would that count?”

The feather was back in its place, free. You brushed back his hair, tucking the strand Danny had meant to back behind his ear.

“I guess that would count,” you said slowly, your heart racing again. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”

“I’m out of here at 8,” Danny told you, the blush still flush in his cheeks.

“Okay, I can do that,” you said, the statement making your heart race even more. Danny was going to be at your place, on your couch, listening to your record.

“Awesome,” Danny said, smiling. He took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you. “I’ll text you.”

You went to type your name in his contacts then paused, biting your lip before you commenced typing. You handed it back to Danny and, after looking incredulously at it for a moment, he laughed, throwing his head back.

“Okay, Baby Darling Doll Face Honey,” he said, looking back at his phone then at you again, his eyes bright and smile wide. “I’ll text you tomorrow.”

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mubal4 · 4 years

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Revisited a YouTube clip from Robin Sharma that I made a note to watch many, many months ago. It is about a few things he wished he knew when he was 20. I stumbled upon it back then after reading one of his books and went down that proverbial rabbit hole. Obviously, it made some connection with me because I noted it in my journal to come back to later. Today was that day. Being transparent, in the last few weeks I have not been driven to write as much as previous weeks. I’ve put a few things out there, but it has seemed that whatever message I wanted to deliver lately, felt better via podcast rather than blog. It’s all good and have been leaning into it but really wanted to write something today. The process helps me decompress a bit, provides a freeing feeling, and gives me the opportunity to let go of things that are on my mind. I don’t believe I have been holding stuff in but in the last few weeks, there has been some stress, anxiety, and some moments of overwhelming feelings that; I believe, would have been relieved from writing. Much of that has been released in the last couple of days. I am sure many can relate to this, but it had much to do with just showing up and staying consistent with my process. Yes, during those “stressful” moments, there is also frustration and that desire to have the pressure subside. We are really fighting time and our own thoughts in most of these circumstances and, although many times, showing up and staying consistent is not all that fun or “sexy,” it is necessary. Then, after much time of chipping away at something, you finally break through. All part of the process of growth, which Mr. Sharma eludes too in the video.

So today, as I sit in quiet home this afternoon with Bella at practice and Robin with Alaina at the dentist, and, of course, Bear sleeping in the other room, I decided to write. The topic, nuggets that I had as takeaways from the linked video above. I am attacking this like a Journal Journey, sharing the quote and then letting my thoughts fly. Again, cleansing for me and I hope a nugget for someone out there to share. Let’s see where we go.

“Delete the people that will steal your joy.” – Had to laugh when I heard this considering circumstances. Open up social media or turn on the news and you want to delete a lot and I am sure many have done just that. You get the point though, move away from those that are bringing you down. Can be hard sometimes, specially if it is someone close to you and Mr. Sharma talks about this; limit those interactions. I became aware of this concept several years ago and I started to go cold turkey; just stopped interacting and engaging with folks I’ve known for many, many years. Didn’t mean I don’t love them anymore, just didn’t want to expose myself or my family to the draining, negative, victim outlook. Tough and I like how Mr. Sharma pivots a bit on this by stating we should engage more with those that “elevate our joy.” Sounds much better doesn’t. Who does that for you? Fortunately, I have many I lean on to elevate my joy, Robin and my girls to start; family – mom, dad, siblings, aunts, uncles and a number of very close friends. Actually, you can probably do that same social media thing there too; there may be a ton of vitriol out there but there is also a number of folks, at least I am fortunate enough to be connected that put out some incredibly funny stuff. I mean, this shit is laugh out loud type of funny so to you folks, thanks for the laughter.

“Everything that happens to us is for growth.” – Sometimes it is extremely hard to have this type of clarity when shit goes south. If you tell those that have lost loved ones, those that lost their jobs, or those that maybe sick or ill that, “this is all happening for your growth,” they may slap the crap out of you. It’s tough to have that frame of mind during tragedy. But, good quality to have as you reflect on the moment and things come into perspective. Mr. Sharma continued with, “A bad day for the ego is a great day for the soul.” I think that ties it together well. I’ve found when I have those bad moments, or even those bad days, sometimes weeks 😊, I let the circumstances get to me and can lash out at Robin and the girls; or more specifically, myself and be mean. It happens but each time, once that dust settles and I have time to reflect, I learn something. An example is not to be a dick and be better with my response to a shitstorm. It is a practice and yes, it is work but there is progress. There is a part in the video where he talks about how reality isn’t rainbows, unicorns, and puppies so being positive and seeing those moments of growth aren’t top of mind all the time. Awareness is key and being able to come back to those moments where we may not have been our best version is what is important; and then being able to work on it from there. I think that is key.

Good lead in there 😊

“It matters who you are becoming and how far you traveled. Not what others are doing.” – This is that self-awareness thing again. I also think forgiveness and what are the stories we are telling ourselves? How are we talking to ourselves? When we set out for something, we tend to think about the end result vs. where we started; more importantly, who we were when we started. Then, we drag in the comparison, “well Bob is here now, and I am only here.” One self-deprecating thought leads to another and another and before we know it, we are at the starting line again. It is okay and it will happen throughout all processes. You can practice for years and those thoughts will continue to creep in; still happens here. Reflecting on the progress helps me and yes, it could be progress as it relates to that specific task, training for a race or learning a new skill for example. However, where it truly resonates with me is when I think back, way back, to the person I was over a decade ago. It is hard to see changes in ourselves from day to day. We don’t see enough progress there; we want to, and we tend to judge ourselves on that. But look at the long-term progress; you can grow a far way over a decade, specially when that decade throws a lot of situations at you that aren’t ideal 😊.

“The most loving person in the room wins.” – For me, I can break this down simply, don’t be a dick. Again, not saying you have to be all sunshine and rainbows but be kind and sincere. Mr. Sharma said something else, “when you take care of the relationship the money takes care of itself.” Can be a metaphor in some cases and we are not going to connect with everyone. Yes, we will have different opinions and beliefs but that also doesn’t mean we have to be a dick to that person or hate that person because of them. I think respect is huge here and we are losing, or in many cases have lost, our respect for one another; for human decency, and for hell, common decency. We don’t have to love everyone and everything, but we can certainly find compassion and respect for each other.

Can we be authentic and weird? Can we be kind, caring, and compassionate? Can we be that person that others want to be around? Yeah – we can.

#whoelevatesyourjoy bekind&sincere beauthenticandweird becaring&kind bethebestyou

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