#the fact that the song is called the road that must be walked is so cheeky
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can i please request a forbidden relationship with charles? like maybe a verstappen!reader or a wolff!reader? angst to fluff please 😩
name calling – cl16
Charles develops a new nickname, but it's not for you. (wolff!reader)
auds here... i love u anon and i hope its okay that i did not write angst into this!!! i needed a feel good thing to get the trope going. listened to this a lot while writing, one of my favorite cutesy love songs ever!
“There’s peach and apple,” you say over the phone, inspecting the juice box flavors in the well-stocked fridge of the Mercedes motorhome. Apparently, over at Ferrari, the supply is running dry, a report generously provided to you by your boyfriend.
“Is there lemon?” You two have the same favorite. You rifle through the stock and find a lone lemon flavor collecting frost at the back of the pile.
“None.” You say, clearing your throat. “Come on, man. Peach and apple.”
He makes a noise of suspicion, but gives in. “Peach then.”
“Okay.” You tuck your phone in-between your ear and shoulder and collect multiple to find the coldest one, an accompaniment to the heat this weekend; your call is cut short when your dad walks in, eyebrows set in a straight line of contemplation.
They raise when he spots you harboring a bunch of peach juice boxes. “Gotta go, bye,” you add in a rushed whisper, and he says a quick see you thanks before hanging up.
“Dad,” you say casually. You raise one of the six boxes in your hand. “Juice?”
“Is there lemon left?”
“No luck. Peach and apple,” you say sweetly.
“I’ll have apple. Listen, I’m going to a principal’s meeting using your scooter.”
You toss him a box. “Okay. Stay safe,” you respond, letting him pull you into a one-armed hug. “There’s too many people in the centre so I’ve been scootering behind motorhomes to get to places faster. Might help.”
“Okay, spatzi,” he says, punching a straw into the box and departing. This signals a greenlight for you to call Charles again—despite your best mutual efforts, you’ve both been almost caught calling or being near each other by your dad. And, in the words of your lovely boyfriend, he’s not yet ready to die. But the hiding is worth it; after all, it’s hiding from the public, which you both wanted from the get go, and your dad. Your mum and several friends know, which makes the lying ease up a little bit.
He picks up in the middle of the first ring. “Hey. Got my juice?”
“Yeah. Back door.” A routine crafted over years of knowing each other—first as friends, then as lovers—serves you well, a rushed meeting at the back door of a garage or motorhome to discuss date night plans or to hand over a gift or plate of food. In this case, it’s a juice box, half-tossed in your rush to not be spotted by one of your dad’s friends.
And, as always, he blows you a kiss as you close the door.
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Four sips into his peach juice, Charles sneaks past the Mercedes motorhome and moves back to Ferrari, but not without spotting a mess of long limbs on the ground beside a forgotten scooter. Upon closer inspection, his suspicion of it being a deranged superfan is rejected—it’s Toto Wolff.
“I must have tripped on a wire,” Toto grunts, eyes scanning the ground. He meets Charles’ eyes.
“Let me help you,” Charles says, immediately offering a hand and pulling. The guy is jacked, so he exerts a bit more effort than he’s willing to admit; the job gets done nonetheless, so potato-potahto, really.
“Thank you,” wheezes Toto, sitting up, all six feet five of him, “son.”
Charles is slack mouthed. Oh my God. Son???? “You are welcome, so welcome,” he responds kindly, despite the awkward tension. “Um, Papa.”
Toto pauses his ascent and stares pointedly before shaking his head. “I… must go.”
“Well, drive safe. Watch the roads. And all.” Charles says, laughing sheepishly. “Toto. Watch the roads, and all, Toto.” He emphasizes, like that takes back the fact that he called the big boss Papa just ten seconds ago. He chews at the straw of the peach juice, gnawing nervously.
“I will. Thanks again.” He falls quiet, staring. Then a knobby finger points to the juice box, waving back and forth in-between the juice box in the garbage bin a few metres away. “They’re… your juice box… is that from the Mercedes… motorhome?”
“No,” lies Charles with unrivaled stiffness.
“It is a German brand we special order for my daughter.”
“No—see, I am very into German juice.” He ignores the way it sounds like a euphemism. “What’s that? My phone is now ringing. Okay. D’accord. Au revoir.” He walks away as he makes up additional excuses, not missing Toto’s laser stare that seems to permeate through walls and asphalt, finding reprieve only when he’s back in his room.
He chucks the juice box into the nearest bin and prays to all the gods.
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Charles ends up getting P1. He’s surrounded by whoops and cheers and receives a very solemn “good effort” nod from Toto across the paddock, which he feels cements his apology and effectively keeps your relationship hidden. He’s handled it well. For once, he’s the mature crisis handler in the relationship, and you don’t need to know about any of this, you really don’t.
You congratulate him at the back door like always, when he’s on the way to the parking lot.
A kiss to his cheek. Then: “I have something to ask.”
“What’s that, darling?”
“Did you, um. Call my dad Papa?”
He presses a palm to his mouth in a very Charles-esque overdramatic way. “Oh my God, he told you?!”
“Oh my God, it’s true?!” You detect the volume in your voice and usher yourself out, quietly shutting the door before facing him again. You raise your eyebrows.
Your boyfriend, your adorably aloof boyfriend, just sputters. “Well—he called me son!”
“Yeah, because he’s old! Old people do that.” You gesticulate wildly “I can’t believe you called him Papa.”
“I can’t believe he told you.”
“I can’t believe you both thought I did not know,” comes a voice from the door that is, unfortunately, not Lewis’ or George’s or yours or Charles’.
The door swings open and there your dad stands, eyebrows raised quizzically, windbreaker-clad arms crossed over his chest. “Charles, I know you don’t ‘like German juice.’ Spatzi, I know you don’t ‘enjoy exploring Monaco hotels by yourself.’” Stoically, he raises air quotes.
“… Sorry?” You offer, smile sweet.
“It’s okay.” He allows a small, warm smile directed to you. “I’ve known a while now.”
“Sorry, Toto,” Charles says profusely, visibly anxious.
The smile chills. Your dad just nods, waving him off. “Cool down on the Papa, though, Leclerc.”
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OUUUU A REQUEST!!!
SMUT enemies one bed troupe with chris! GOD ID GIVE YOU MY KIDNEY FOR IT
Vie
Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader
Synopsis: Y/N hates Chris with every morsel in her body. They’re always fighting like children. Unfortunately one day her and Chris are stuck together for a 4 hour drive…..I wonder what happens 🗣️
Warnings⚠️: THIS IS SMUTTTTT, enemies to lovers ish, and just my favorite trope ever. This was long asf LMAOO, but I really loved writing it!🫶🏽
Song for the imagine: Friends- Chase Atlantic
⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️
All of your friends have been here for too long
They must be waiting for you to move on (woo)
Girl, I'm not with it, I'm way too far gone
I was finishing packing for the trip I was going on with the triplets when my phone started to light up. I saw Nick calling me
“Heyyy” I said picking up the phone
“Hiii I’m so sorry to call last minute, but is there any way you could pick Chris up?” He asked
“Uhhh why do I have to pick him up?” I asked getting a bit annoyed
“Well he’s a fucking idiot and we thought he got in the back seat, but he packed his shit in the back seat and made it look like he was in there, so we drove off while he was in the shower” Nick said laughing
“Wow he really is an idiot” I said laughing
“Yeah and he was screaming at us over the phone, so would you be a doll and pick him up. I’ll literally pay you, so we don’t have to turn back around” Nick said
“Don’t worry about paying me I’ll get him, but just know if he pisses me off enough I’m leaving him on the side of the road to hike to Vegas alone” I said back
“That’s fine I completely understand it” he said laughing
“Alright I’m almost done packing. I’ll head out in a few and go get him” I said
“Perfect thank you! See you in Vegasssss” he said before hanging up
A four hour drive with Chris…..I needed a gun actually. I fucking hated this kid and he hated me. We kept our distance at all fucking times, so having to sit right next to him and endure his annoying childish behavior was starting to piss me off.
After about an hour of finishing packing and making sure I had everything. I drove over to the triplets house which was like another 30 minutes. I really liked making Chris wait. I know he was getting so impatient.
I pulled up to their house and texted Chris that I was here, about 5 minutes later he came strolling out.
“Did you lock the door” I yelled out to him after rolling my window down
“I’m not a child of course I did” he said rolling his eyes
“Mmm are you sure about that?” I asked him
Chris rolled his eyes and walked back to the house….he did in fact not lock the door.
“Just saved your ass” I said as he came back and hopped in the car
“Shut the fuck up” he replied slamming the door shut
“Awww what’s wrong” I asked putting the hotel in Vegas directions in and getting ready to drive off
“Well my dumbass brothers left without me, and then you take over an hour and a half to get to me” he said huffing out
“Well if you weren’t an idiot and didn’t pack the car making it seem like you were in there, they wouldn’t have left you” I said driving off
“Yeah whatever I don’t care” he said throwing his book bag to the back of the car
“Well we’re going to be driving together for 4 hours, and I’d like to not be stressed out. I want to listen to my music and have a nice drive” I said looking over at him
“Consider me invisible” he said lifting his hood up
“Oh I consider you invisible on the daily, so this shouldn’t be an issue” I said coming to a stop at a red light
“I’m trying to be on my best behavior because Nick and Matt already talked to me about being nice to you” he said huffing
“So sad they have to talk to their grown brother about being nice to me” I said giggling
“Shut up already” he said putting his shoes on my dashboard and bending his knees
“Are you fucking crazy get your shoes off my dashboard” I said smacking his legs
“Ow you bitch” he said dropping his legs and moving away
“Don’t call me that, and this isn’t your car so show some decorum” I said rolling my eyes
“Decorum…stop using big words” he said getting upset
“Just have respect for my shit” I said huffing out a breath of annoyance
We were an hour and a half in to our drive, and Chris was chewing his snacks like an animal, burping loudly, playing his videos at max volume, talking on the phone at max volume.
I was being very patient, but he was making my skin crawl with anger. My last straw happened when he skipped my songs until he landed on something he liked
“Uh no” I said smacking his hand away
“What?” He said laughing
“I can put up with the loud chewing, the obnoxious volume of your phone and the burping, but do not touch my fucking stereo” I said glancing over at him
“Your music is fucking ass” he said shrugging his shoulders
“Oh sorry I don’t want to listen to songs solely about fucking bitches and selling drugs” I said rolling my eyes
“That’s not the only music I listen to” he said
“Sure seems like it” I said
Chris reached over and changed the song again
“HANDS OFF IDIOT” I said getting annoyed
“YOUR MUSIC IS SHIT” he yelled back
“Should’ve brought your own headphones then” I said
“I did” he said
“So then where are they?” I asked him
“In my other bag” he said in a whisper
“YES in the other bag your dumbass packed in the other car ahaha now you have to listen to my music” I said laughing at him
“Yeah whatever” he said rolling his eyes
Chris reached over to skip to the next song
“DONT” I said sternly, he ignored me anyways and pressed next
“Don’t change this one I like it” I said putting the volume up as Thinkin Bout You by Frank Ocean started to play
“I like this song too” he said sitting back
“You like this song? Yeah right” I said laughing
“No I do I swear” he said
Chris and I sang along to the song. I can say in the three years that I’ve known Chris this was the most pleasant time we’ve ever shared, and who thought it would be over Frank Ocean. We even sang to each other in a joking way completely forgetting the hate we both share for one another.
We were now 2 and a half hours into our drive when suddenly traffic came to a complete stop.
“What the fuck?” I said looking at my google maps
Suddenly my google maps time went up another hour
“A fucking hour slow down?” Chris said with his jaw dropping
I called Nick to see where they were at.
“Hey where are yall at? We’re stuck in an hour slow down” I said
“Hey, we're a little over an hour away. We got stuck in that slow down half an hour ago but it was only 20 minutes it looked like a 8 car accident or some shit” he responded
“God damn I don’t know if I can sit in an hour slow down” I said
“See how long you can stick it out, and if not just get a hotel and meet us in the morning. I’ll talk to the front desk people in Vegas and see what I can do” he responded
“Okay yeah thanks” I said
We both hung up. We were sitting in stand still traffic for a good 25 minutes when Chris started to annoy me.
“I’m hungry and I have to pee” he whined
“Yeah me too, and you don’t see me complaining” I told him
“Maybe we should get a hotel room” he said
“Mmm or we can wait it out” I said
“I’m going to piss my pants in your car then” he shrugged his shoulders
“Can’t you hold it for another 35 minutes holy shit” I said getting annoyed
“No I can’t. That’s fine I’ll just hop out right now and whip my dick out and just pee infront of everyone” he said unbuckling his seat belt
“You’re not embarrassing me like that” I said stopping him
“Well then the choice is yours” he said smiling at me like an asshole
“Oh my god you’re insufferable fine, I’ll get off right here and find a hotel or some shit” I said
I drove to a gas station first filling up my tank while Chris ran in to pee and get more snacks. He got back in the car and I went inside to pee too.
I got back in the car, and drove to the nearby hotel google maps showed me. We both hopped out and walked in.
“Hi welcome in” the lady at the front desk said
“Hi, how are you?” I asked walking closer
“I’m good, checking in?” She asked
“Actually I was wondering if you guys had two rooms available, or at least a room with two beds” I asked her
“I can check, but I’m not so sure” she said
“That’s fine! There a bad slow down on the highway, so we figured we just pull off for the night” I said nodding at her
“Oh that sucks! Let me check for you” she responded again
I walked over to Chris and told him she was checking. We sat in silence while we waited for her to check the system
“Oh uh maam” she said calling me over
Chris and I walked over to her
“So we have a room, but it’s only one king size mattress” she said
“Only one bed?” I asked her my face dropping
“I’m afraid so” she said
“Are there any hotels nearby that might have two beds available?” Chris asked her
“Considering it’s a Friday night, many hotels are taken up” she said
“That’s alright we’ll take the room, and he’ll pay” I said nodding at her and patting Chris on the chest
He looked at me before titling his head and rolling his eyes.
I walked out to the car grabbing his book bag and my one suitcase.
We both went up to the room, and opened the door. Both sighing in defeat at the sight of one bed we’d have to share.
“I’m going to shower don’t destroy anything” I said to Chris
I grabbed my stuff out of my suitcase and showered. Once I was done Chris showered also.
I tried to stay on the little loveseat and far away from the bed because I did not want to share it with him.
“Movie?” He asked
“I’m sorry, was that English? Are you two years old” I said getting annoyed
“Do you want to watch a movie stupid” he asked rolling his eyes
“Sure doesn’t really matter to me” I said rolling my eyes
Chris and I sat on the bed far away from one another as we watched a movie and ate our snacks. We watched two more movies before we decided it was late enough and we should get to bed.
Chris and I had brushed our teeth, and I decided I would sleep curled up on the loveseat.
“The fuck are you doing?” He asked me
“Going to bed what does it look like moron” I said fluffing the pillow it
“It’s a huge bed big enough for the both of us to share, so put your pride aside and just come to the bed” he said
“No I’m good” I said letting my legs dangle off the edge of the seat and slouching down
“Suit yourself” he said laughing before shutting the lights off
About ten minutes later I really wished I pushed my ego aside and laid in that damn bed. My back was curved in such an awkward way, my legs becoming numb because they were dangling and my neck hurting from straining
“In pain I bet” I heard Chris say
“Says who” I spat back
“Says the fact you can’t stay still and you’re keeping me awake” he said
“Oh shut up” I said getting annoyed
“Just lay in the bed I’ll literally put my head on the opposite end” he said
“I’m not sleeping near your feet you sicko” I replied in a hushed yell
“Well then pick your poison” he said
I huffed standing up cracking my back and neck before snatching my pillow and throwing it on the empty side of the bed
I laid down allowing my back to be aligned and I let out a sigh of relief
“Isn’t it nice when you just shut up and listen to other people for once” Chris said in a whisper
“Stop talking to me and shut your eyes” I said back
He huffed out in annoyance and got silent.
I tried to fall asleep but my mind started racing. I was laying in bed with Chris only a foot away from me, he was shirtless and in his boxers…..my heart started to race a little bit
There’s no denying that Chris is attractive. It's just when he opens his mouth I want to smack him, but also kiss him?? I don’t know what I’m thinking it’s late
We both had full control of this situation…I mean I could make a move but would he go along with it? I can feel his body heat radiating off of him and my body started to ache with an unfamiliar feeling…..well a feeling I knew all too well, but this wasn’t a feeling I’ve ever had for Chris….
My throat kept running dry as I thought of all the possibilities that could happen had I just opened my mouth and told Chris I wanted to kiss him.
No! stand strong…..it’s late at night you don’t know what you’re thinking
“Why are you breathing so hard?” Chris asked me suddenly
“I thought you were asleep” I whispered back to him
“I’m trying too but you’re breathing like you just ran a race” he said back
“Sorry” was all I could whisper back
“No smart comment, I’m shocked” he said
I looked over at Chris only being able to see the silhouette of him, and I could tell he was facing towards me.
“I’m too tired for all that” I said back
“You’re acting weird” he said
“Am not” I said my breathing getting quicker
Chris suddenly reached over placing his left hand on my heart
“Why is your heart racing so fast” he asked
“Get off of me” I said pushing his hand away
“You’re a weirdo” he said
“You ever….you ever just think you’ve made the wrong mistake in life” I blurted out
“Woah deep talks with y/n” he said laughing
“Forget I said anything” I said rolling my eyes
“I’m kidding, yeah of course I do for some things” he replied back
“I feel that way, but uhh but about you” I whispered the last part
“What do you mean” he asks
“Laying here right now my heart is racing and my breathing is getting shallow. To know that you’re so close yet so far away, and that I can’t have you is messing with my head” I told him
“Who says you can’t have me?” He asks in a whisper
“Don’t mess with my head Chris” I said shaking my head
Chris pulled me to face him and only then could I really see some of his features.
“Would it be wrong to kiss you?” He asked me
“No” I whispered out breathlessly
Chris ghosted his lips over mine teasing me
“I thought you hated me?” He said
“I don’t know what I feel about you anymore” I said back
Chris rubbed his thumb on my cheek before connecting our lips in a long passionate kiss. A kiss that made all my hatred for him flutter away. This felt so wrong yet so right. Chris is not supposed to be mine, I’m supposed to despise him….but in this moment I simply can not
Pulling away we looking into each others eyes, our noses touching
“Would it be wrong to say I want more?” I asked him
“No” he whispered to me
“Chris I need you right now” I said running my hands up his toned arms and to his neck
Pulling him in to reconnect our lips as my hand ran through his hair
“God I hate that I don’t hate you” I said pulling away
“Why do you want to hate me?” He asks laughing lightly
“Because it’s easier to hate than to have this burning desire for someone” I said
“I suppose that’s true” he said
Chris leaned over allowing me to fall back on my back as he hovered over me. Leaving light kisses on my neck as he trailed his right hand up and down my body squeezing my hips
He reconnected our lips and slid his hands under my shirt cupping my breasts in his hands causing me to disconnect from the kiss to let out a small moan
I lifted up so he could remove my shirt for me and then reconnected our lips again. Slowly kissing my jawline and down to my neck leaving open mouth kisses down my chest and to the valley of my breasts
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked me
“Yeah Chris I do” I panted out
Chris kissed up the valley of my breasts and cupped my breast grabbing my left breast and swirling his tongue around my nipple
“Ohh” I moaned out lightly my fingers running through his hair
He moved over to my right breast doing the same thing. This action alone was making me so wet I began to shift under him and whimpering out
Chris kissed down my stomach kissing over my clothes pussy causing me to grip his hair and moan out his name
He came back up and helped me slip out of my underwear
Running his hands up my legs and to my thighs giving them a squeeze
“Please Chris” I said
“I know” he whispered back
Chris slipped his own boxers off and slowly stroked himself, leaning forward on his forearm his used his right hand to guide his dick to my entrance
Slowly pushing himself in, his breathing hitching at the feeling.
“Fuck y/n you feel so good” he panted out as he bottomed out
He allowed his right arm to lean near my head as he started to thrust into me, my legs spreading wider for him. And my right hand wrapping around his left bicep
He leaned his head into my neck, his hair tickling my face and his chain slowly sliding against my collar bone
His thrusts becoming deeper and harder causing my mouth to fall open
“Oh fuck Chris this feels so good” I moaned out gripping the hair at the back of his head with my left hand.
“Fuck” he moaned out at this feeling
I leaned up a little more and wrapped my legs around his waist, his breathing becoming heavier sounding like a song in my ear. Our chests touch, sending shockwaves through my brain. Who wouldve thought fucking Chris would be this amazing
Chris thrust became faster and my moans fell out of my mouth with no signs of stopping. I never wanted this feeling to stop
“Keep going Chris I’m going to cum soon” I said raking my nails up and down his back
“Okay baby” he moaned out licking his lips as he thrusted into me harder
I laid back down and Chris leans back a bit, placing my thighs over his own as he slammed into me
“Fuckkkkkk” I moaned out gripping the sheets above my head
Chris brought his hand down to rub my clit with his thumb causing my back to arch off the bed
“Oh my god” I moaned out shutting my eyes and letting my mouth fall open
With a few more thrusts I was beginning to shudder on Chris’ dick.
“I’m going to cum” I said
“Come on pretty girl” he cooed at me
He rubbed faster, and suddenly my stomach tightened causing my thighs to shake and my eyes to screw shut
“Fuck fuck fuck” I moaned out as I came all over him
He helped me ride out my high as I tried to catch my breath. And soon he pulled out of me, stroking his dick a few times before painting my lower abdomen in his cum.
“Fuck Y/N” he moaned out as I saw him lean his head back and his arm moving to help him ride out his own high
Chris caught his breath before getting off the bed, slipping his boxers back on and turning the lamp on
His eyes glanced over at me, my body in a sheen of sweat as I laid there limp and fucked out
Chris came back with a small wet towel to wipe me clean.
I slid my underwear and my shirt back on. Chris shut the light off and came in closer pulling me to his chest.
“I’m glad you hated me it made for some pretty hot sex” he said kissing my cheek
“You’re such a weirdo” I said giggling
“A weirdo just for you” he said back
Chris and I laid in one another’s arms talking a bit before we both fell asleep.
Our alarm for 6AM going off, so we could check out by 7AM. Chris and I had both showered and packed up our stuff.
I texted Nick that we were checking out of the hotel and heading to grab breakfast before getting back on the road. Thankfully it was only an hour and a half drive to the Vegas hotel.
Chris grabbed our bags and we walked to the car. He placed everything in and before letting me get in the car he gave me a kiss
“God you’re so beautiful” he whispered out
“You’re so corny” I said rolling my eyes and blushing
Chris rolled his eyes at me and we got in the car heading through a Dunkin’ Donuts drive thru for breakfast and hoping back on the highway
We spent the rest of the car ride laughing and enjoying each other's music.
Who would’ve thought sharing a king size bed would right our wrongs….
The End
Hope y’all enjoyed this one! I actually really loved writing this one🤭 so whoever requested this I hope you enjoyed it as well! I love yall🥹🖤🖤
-J💅🏽
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Long Way Down Part One
Part Three
Here's the story of married Harry who's a dad to three small kiddos, and married for over seven years to Y/N. Marriage is always hard work, but what happens when being married to a pop star becomes too much for Y/N?
WARNING-slight references to sex, curse words
This is angst angst and more angst. There are other parts to the story, and with enough feedback, I'll post more to this story.
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“Japan. Chile. Australia. Oh, and let's not forget Madagascar. Mada-Fucking-gascar, Harry. Who goes to Madagascar? Why the one and only Harry Styles? That's who. You realize most people never see any of those places in an entire lifetime, right? But you, you went to all of those places THIS YEAR!” Y/N stomps to their daughter's room picks her up from her crib, hoists the baby on her hip, and walks out of the nursery and down the hall.
Harry follows her to the kid’s bathroom. "Y/N, baby, it was all for work. I don't care about those places, don't even get to enjoy them."
"It doesn't matter. You still got to go. And that's in addition to your normal New York, LA, often Paris or Rome. Those places are just another day at the office for you. Do you want to know where I've been? Whole Foods. Baby Gym. Holmes Chapel. The park. School runs. Yep, that’s about it. Oh, the doctors, and kids' birthday parties; on wild days, a friend comes for a glass of wine when I can finally relax at 9 PM. So don’t do this with me, not this time.” She begins to undress the baby. She’s seething but keeps her voice down so the little one isn’t upset.
“Do you know how many days you’ve been home since the tour ended? I’ll tell you because I know exactly. 26. You could’ve paid someone to do your dirty laundry and brought home clean clothes. Even the slightest gesture to show you get how hard it is around here.”
“I’m sorry. I was so focused on just getting home I didn’t even think of having them done.” Harry turns on the bath water and tests the temperature.
“Oh, poor thing. Traveling the world in the lap of luxury must be torture.”
Harry walks to the door. "No, Y/N, no. You know what a tour is like. You've been on the road with me. You know how utterly chaotic it is. Yes, I should've thought about the laundry, but I didn’t.”
She places the baby in her bathtub seat, squats, and begins soaping her up. “Of course, you didn’t think of me.”
Harry is leaning on the doorframe of the bathroom now. “Babe, swear if you give me just a bit to decompress, I'll be happy to give you whatever ya need. We’ll take a family vacation, go someplace nice, the five of us, any place you like, you pick.” He extends his hands in her direction.
“You've been home 26 days. That's how long you've had to decompress.” She uses air quotes around decompress. You've done zero loads of laundry. I do at least four a day, trying to catch up with everything. Laundry never ends even when it’s just me and the kids. You leave a trail of mess in every room. You do nothing to help, nothing. It’s like you’ve completely checked out on the fact this is supposed to be a partnership.”
“My job isn’t just dancing around in sparkly trousers for an hour or two. I’m fucking exhausted too. You’re not playin’ fair, Y/N.”
"Thing is, I'm not playing at all, Harry.”
“A vacation with the five of us is a vacation to you, Harry, not to me. I love you guys, I really do, but I need a break. I needed this just for me. I wasn't asking for much, Harry. Five days for myself, time to decompress, as you call it. I wanted to be with my friends and sisters, but you know what, never mind. Go. Just go. We’ll talk about it when I’ve put her to bed.”
“I’ll put her to bed.” He closes the door behind him when he steps out.
Harry hears her singing Adore You. The song always makes the baby smile. Y/N can’t be completely furious if she’s still singing his songs. Harry couldn’t be more wrong.
When Y/N finishes with the bath, she wraps her daughter in her little duck towel with a hood and exits the bathroom. Their son’s door is cracked down the hall, and she hears Harry talking with him. She stands just outside the entrance to eavesdrop.
“That sounds like a good time, buddy. I’m glad you had fun with your friend. Did you make sure to hug him and say thank you before you left his house? Did you thank his family for having you over?”
“Yes.” He sounds so tiny for someone who wrecked Y/N’s nerves with his big voice the entire time Harry was gone.
“So, let’s get snug as a bug in a rug.” Harry wraps the blanket over their son and kisses his forehead. "Have a good sleep, and we'll have some fun in the morning, yeah?”
“Love you, Dad.”
Harry walks across the room and turns off the light. “Love you even more, bud. See you in the morning.” He closes the door when he leaves the room.
“Thank you.”
“He’s m’ son too, Y/N.” Harry walks toward the couple’s room, head hanging down; he drags his finger along the wall.
He doesn’t stick around to help put Lola down, be it because he forgot he said he would put her to bed or he's just upset.
Y/N walks to Lola’s nursery, dries and lotions her, dresses her for bed, and places her in the crib, hoping she will go down without a fight. "Love you, punkin’. Good night.” She kisses her and stands near the bed. She waits to see if she cries. When she only babbles, y/n turns on the baby monitor and nightlight, then crosses the room, turning off the light as she exits, but only closes the door partially.
Y/N heads toward the bedroom, dreading how the rest of the evening will go. Harry is sitting on the bed reading a book about Japanese art, his readers slide down his nose as he pretends to be intensely focused, but she knows him and knows he’s not focused.
She walks to the dresser, opens a drawer, and gets some pjs. She’s too pissed off to bother with a shower but goes to the ensuite to undress. “Don’t have to pretend you’re reading Harry.” She changes her clothes and tosses the dirty clothes in the hamper, does her skincare, and brushes her teeth. She picks up a pair of Harry’s gross, beat-up sneakers as she enters the bedroom. "These are nice," she says, tossing them across the room.
“Cut the crap, Y/N. I know what you're doing. You're not getting a fight out of me, so toss all the shoes you want. I'm not going to argue with you. The passive-aggressive stuff stopped working a long time ago."
She exhales and sits on the bed. "Not being passive, Harry, just aggressive. I'm tired. I'm so tired." She falls back on the bed.
He crawls over to her and plants a kiss on her lips. “Mmm, minty.” He smiles.
“Yep.” She closes her eyes.
He kisses her again. “Come over here; Let’s have a snuggle and a good night’s sleep.”
“I can’t tonight. I just can’t.” She sighs as she climbs to the pillows, placing her head down on the fluffiest one-her favorite one.
“Can’t what?”
“Have sex.”
“Wasn’t trying to.”
She rolls her eyes. "Okay. I don't know your pattern exactly; whenever you want to get frisky. Just met you, have no idea what you're like when you want to pretend an argument didn't happen, makeup, move past it, and get what you want.”
Harry’s eyes narrow. He swallows the lump in his throat and shakes his head in disbelief. “Wow. I can’t believe you just said that. That’s one of the worst things you’ve ever said to me. To imply I manipulate you for sex.” Harry stands, grabs his pillow, and walks to the door. “I’ll be in the guestroom.”
The following day she slowly opens her eyes and reaches over to Harry, but he’s not there. She thought that after he cooled off, he'd return to bed. She thought he’d slip under the covers once he knew it was safe and she was asleep. But he didn't come back to bed. She sits up and looks around the room. Gross sneakers are still across the room, three of Harry's hoodies over the recliner, one of Lola’s toys, and an empty water bottle next to Harry’s wallet -the room is a disaster. She sighs, rubs her face, and flops back down. The house is quiet, almost too quiet. Why is it so quiet? In a panic, she sits up, throws on her robe, and walks to the door. She flings it open and rushes down the hall. When she gets to Lola's room, she pushes open the door; the light is off, and Harry, bare-chested, sits in the recliner, rocking her. "Is she sick? What time is it? Where is everyone?"
"No, she's not sick, Y/N, she's m’ daughter, and she needed a cuddle with her daddy."
"Oh. Look about last night…."
"Not right now, Y/N. Let me enjoy this. Archer and Poppy are in the playroom watching a film. They’ve had their breakfast.”
She nods and leaves the room. She can’t hold back her tears as she walks to the kitchen. But her tears abruptly halt when she enters the filthy kitchen. Harry obviously made breakfast for everyone. Pancakes and bacon are covered with a cloth and a note with Mumma written in crayon to let her know it is hers. But the tenderness she feels doesn’t last long as she scans the kitchen. The dirty plates, cups, pots, and pans litter the kitchen and breakfast nook. The stove is splattered with grease and batter, and God knows what else. She starts to gather the dishes to clean them and load the dishwasher. Once everything is in the sink, she sits at the table in the breakfast nook, picking at the plate of food left for her. She isn’t hungry. Lately, she never is.
"Not as good as yours, but not half bad.” Harry breaks the silence as he stands next to the fridge arms folded over his muscular chest.
“Where is-“
“Living room in her pack-n-play.”
“Okay.” She picks up a slice of bacon and bites into it. She tosses it back on the plate.
She stands, walks to the sink, and begins cleaning off the excess food.
“I was going to do that as soon as I got done with the baby. I didn't have time to juggle it all."
“Really? Didn’t have time? Couldn’t juggle it all? That’s rich.” She shakes her head and chuckles as she places the cutlery into the designated basket in the dishwasher.
He shakes his head, looking at the ground. He cocks his mouth to the side and clicks his tongue. "Touche." He walks over and begins placing the dishes in the dishwasher.
She moves, allowing him the glamorous opportunity of a lifetime. “Wonder when the last time you did this was. Long before X-Factor, I’m sure.”
“Don’t.” Harry scrapes off a dish.
“But why not? You get to have all the fun. You get to do all the talking. You get to see all the things. Meet all the people. You get it all.” She leans against the counter, tapping her fingers.
“Y/N, I’m warning you-don’t.”
Her eyes widen, and she stands with a smirk on her face. This man bought all the audacity. “Warning me? Warning me? What are you going to do if I don't stop? Nothing.”
To get her attention, he throws a glass, aiming it at the sink, but not realizing the force behind it, it crashes into the stainless steel and shatters.
They both jump back, then freeze.
He reaches toward Y/N. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to."
“Get out. I mean it, Harry. And I don’t mean the kitchen. You leave this house. You leave this house now, and don’t come back.” Her words are low and deliberate as she stares at the floor.
“That was out of order what just happened. I'm sorry; you know I'd never lay a hand on you or do anything in the world to scare you. Don't know what came over me."
“I said get out.”
“Excuse me? Don’t come back to my own frickin' house? You've got to be kidding. I'm doing no such thing, Y/N. Will I go downstairs and stay in the entertainment room or sleep in the guest room? Sure. Will I take the kids out for the day? Sure. But leave? No. We’ve never spent one day apart in anger, and we aren’t starting now, so get that idea out of your little head.” He points to his temple, gritting his teeth.
“Fine, then I will.” She pushes him out of the way when she passes him to leave the kitchen.
Harry follows her. “You’ll what, Y/N?” He grabs her arm, attempting to stop her.
“Get your damn hand off of me, you big bully.” She jerks away, storming toward the bedroom.
Harry goes to the living room to get Lola. He hears their bedroom door slam. Poor girl is probably scared. She’s never heard people shout before, especially her mama or daddy. And now her mama says she’s leaving? The words don’t even sound right when Harry says them to himself. Harry approaches the bedroom, tapping on the door. “Y/N, the baby, it’s time for her feeding.”
She marches toward him and takes the baby. “Of course it is; one more thing your pathetic ass can't do around here. Now, get out." She pushes against the door.
Harry walks out and closes the door.
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Downstairs, Harry talks to Poppy and Archie, making sure that if they heard the yelling, they aren't scared. "Arch, you okay, bud?”
“Yeah.” He doesn’t look up just keeps playing with the Barbie and Ken dolls.
“Pop, you doing okay?"
“Yes, daddy. Are you?” She walks over and hugs his legs.
“Yes, baby, Daddy is fine. Are you guys in the mood for a trip to the zoo? Maybe some pizza and ice cream after?
“Yeah.” Poppy detaches herself from her daddy and jumps up and down.
“Can we go now?” Archer says, dropping the dolls and standing up.
"We can. Let's go get dressed, yeah?" Harry walks toward the stairs to the home's main floor.
The kids follow him up.
“Are mumma and the baby coming?” Poppy asks.
"Not sure, baby girl.”
Archer interjects. “If they’re gonna yell, I hope not."
Harry turns around. "There won't be any yelling, buddy, but that's not nice what you just said. We never say things like that, especially about your mummy or baby sister. We always want them included in whatever we do, always. Don’t ever say anything like that ever again.”
Archer is crying now. "Sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean it."
At the top landing of the stairs, Harry stops and kneels to Archer putting his arms around him. "Come here. Let's hug Daddy, yeah?"
Archer slowly puts his arms around Harry’s neck. “Didn’t mean it, Dad.”
"I know, buddy, we're all having a bad day, but what is the one, very most important rule in this house."
“Treat people with kindness.” Archer releases himself from the embrace.
"That's right, treat one another with kindness and love and goodness."
Archer sniffles. “I will.”
“All right, to our rooms, we go.” Harry leads the kids into the hall.
Harry feels like his heart just broke in two. The one thing they’d both agreed on before having kids is they would raise them in a peaceful home. They both came from divorced parents and knew what it was like when the family was immensely unhappy.
Harry ushers the kids to their rooms once back in the central portion of the house. "Okay, lollipop, do you need daddy's help getting dressed? Or do you want to try by yourself today?"
“I can do it, Daddy,” Poppy says. She pushes her blonde curls off her face.
"Good girl. Now, if you need me, call me, okay? And if you want something hanging up, remember no climbing; call for me, and I'll get it.” Harry pats her on the back.
“Okay.” Poppy skips to her room.
“Arch, do you need help?" Harry asks, following Archer as he walks to the room next to Poppy's.
“No, I got it.”
"Okay, guys, I'm going to help mummy with Lola. I'll be just down the hall."
Harry takes his time to get to the end of the hall. He taps on the door before entering. “Love?” He pokes his head in the door.
“Yeah.”
“Can I come in?”
“Yes.” She snuggles the baby closer as she nurses her.
“Gonna take the big kids to the zoo. Can I take Lola?”
"She's your baby too, Harry. Please don't ask me a question like that. Of course, you can take her.”
“All right, by the time I'm dressed, she should be finished, and I'll get her ready." Harry walks to the bathroom.
“Pretty sure I’m capable of getting my child dressed,” she mumbles.
Harry snaps around. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you, Y/N?" He's angry, but he keeps his voice down. "First, I do nothing, and then you pop off like that when I try to do something." Harry turns to walk back to the ensuite.
"Daddy's a grumpy pants, isn't he, baby girl? It's okay; you've got a mummy. She’ll take care of you, just like she always has.”
Harry stomps out of the bathroom, mouth full of toothpaste. “No, Y/N. No. You aren’t going to do that shit," he says, toothpaste foaming from his mouth as he flings the toothbrush and points it toward her.
She sighs. “Okay, Harry, whatever."
“Whatever? Whatever?” I’m done with this Y/N. Do what you will, hate me if you want, but don’t bad mouth me to our kids.” He walks again to the bathroom sink, and turns on the water, rinses his mouth out, dries it off.
“It’s not exactly like she understands what I’m saying.”
"Not exactly the point, Y/N.” He returns to the bedroom, then walks to the recliner, grabs a hoodie, and puts it on as he approaches the bed. "These babies are my entire life, Y/N. You know that, so think what you will of me as a husband, lover, and partner, but don’t you ever talk about me like that to our children.”
She’s burping the baby now, patting her on the back. “The kids are your entire life? I get it. Performing is your first love. No room for me.” She pulls her bottom lip in with her teeth and stares at nothing, looking at anything but Harry. Her eyes water, holding onto her tears.
Harry walks to her side of the bed. “You know that’s not what I meant, baby.” He sits on the bed next to her, his voice calmer now.
“No, I get it, Harry. Trust me, I do. I wouldn't blame you if you stopped loving and wanting me. Furthermore, why would you want any of this? I mean, look at this whole thing, and then there’s me. I’m a mess.”
“I’m looking at you. I see you. What are you talking about? And I love this mess, and I love you.” He places his hand on her knee. He pushes his eyebrows together and searches her face.
“It’s over, Harry.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “You’re tired and frustrated, but that’s life. It’s not over.”
"It wasn't a question." She hands Lola to him and stands. She tugs at the bottom of her t-shirt, the shirt she borrowed from him when they were dating and never gave it back. It's faded and stretched out, a picture of One Direction but with the words Spice Girls written on it.
Harry says nothing and watches her. She walks to the closet, grumbles, and grunts, knocking about with a few curse words sprinkled in. Once she finds what she's looking for, she returns to the bedroom, drops a suitcase on the bed, and then unzips it.
"Y/N, baby, what are you doing?"
"I told you I'm leaving. You didn't think taking the kids to the zoo would stop that did you?"
“This is crazy. I’m gonna put Lola in her crib. I’ll be back.” Harry stands, walks across the room, and exits.
A few moments later, he returns. She removes clothes from the dresser. Harry approaches her and places his hand on her elbow. "Baby, let's talk about this. You can leave me, in theory, until we can figure something out, but you can't just walk out on the kids."
She shrugs him off her. “Don’t touch me. There is nothing to figure out, not between us. As for the kids, of course, I'm not leaving them forever, don't be so dramatic, but I am leaving for now."
She goes to the bathroom. Harry can hear her gathering items from the vanity. He sits on the bed, dropping his head in his hands, then lifts his head resting his fingers tips under his chin. He stares at two crayons on the floor under the dresser. He makes that his sole focus, unable to look at her when Y/N returns and tosses the cosmetics bag into the suitcase. She huffs and sighs.
“I might not help as much as I should. I get it, but this, this is one time I’m not lifting a finger to help you. So you can cut the sound effects.”
There’s a soft knock at the door before the handle turns, and small hands push the door open. “Daddy, are we going to the zoo?”
Tears have started to roll down Harry’s cheeks. He wipes his face and sniffs before Poppy comes in. “Yes, baby girl, but give Daddy a minute. Go play nice in your room. I’ll come to get you when it’s time. And Poppy, please wait to be invited in before opening the door. You know the rules.”
“Okay.” Satisfied, she pulls the door closed.
"You see that, Y/N. Our kids need us. Our kids know when something's wrong. They heard our shouting earlier. We can't do this around them." He stands and walks over to her. "Listen, let me call Mitch and Sarah, and see if they can take them for the night, yeah? Or Jeff and Glenne might not mind, then we'll get dressed, go have a nice dinner, come home, and relax, just the two of us.”
“Why so you can get laid, Harry?”
"Y/N, where is all of this coming from? That's the second time you've remarked that I’m somehow this sex-crazed maniac that has to jump through hoops to trick his wife into having sex with him, yet you also say there is no way I could still want you.”
She shoves sneakers into the suitcase. “Oh, believe me, I know you can find someone to have sex with, no doubt about that." She shakes her head and smirks. "Never had any problem getting that, did you?"
“What is wrong with you? Do you think I’ve been with someone else? Is that what’s got you like this?”
She continues throwing things in the suitcase, then zips it up. She returns to the closet, retrieves another bag, unzips it, kicks it along the floor, and continues packing. “I told you. I can’t do it anymore. I’m tired. I’m forgetful because I’m overwhelmed. Important things aren’t given their proper attention. I mess up more often than I will admit. This isn’t good.”
“If this is about going out of town on that girls’ trip, then go.” He extends his foot and closes the top of the luggage. “Have fun. Go, but don’t ruin our family just because you weren’t getting your way.”
“Fuck you, Harry. Because I wasn’t getting my way? It’s not that. It’s that it’s always about you. Always. It’s when are you leaving, when are you coming back, coming in late from the studio, FaceTiming at 3 AM just so I can see you and hear your voice, important events, meetings, everything is about you, and I'm sick of it. You know you're the one that wanted a third baby, or hell, a second baby, for that matter. I was happy when it was just the three of us, all traveling together, but you wanted a larger family, and as usual, I wanted to give you what you wanted.”
He stands next to her, reaches over and takes her face in his hands, and turns her toward him. He sees her face, but she’s a stranger. He hadn’t noticed the new lines between her eyebrows, the dark circles under her eyes, or the sallow shade of her skin. “Tell me you don't regret Poppy and Lola. Please tell me you don't regret those two perfect little girls. Because I love you, Y/N, but if you tell me you regret them, I can't forgive you. Ever.”
She pulls away. "I do regret the timing. I should've insisted you take a multi-year hiatus before expanding our family because I made my life worse to make your life better."
He drops his hands from her and walks across the room to the window, which overlooks the expansive garden below. “Worse? How could anything about those babies make your life worse? Take it back before I say something that can’t be unsaid.” You knew what you were signing up for, Y/N. You knew the life I live and how hard it would be, but you said ‘I do’, you agreed this was the life we would live,” he says.
“You don’t see that even then, it was about you. It was what I agreed to, but what about me? What did you agree to do for me? What sacrifices were you willing to make? I gave up my career, so I could give you a home, take care of the kids, and always be available to support you in anything you needed me to support you in, travel with you." Sitting on the bed, she shoves her legs into her denim flares and stands. She walks over to the dresser and retrieves a black sports bra.
Harry turns to her. "Okay, what do you need? What do you need my support with? Besides the house, the kids? What is it that you’re missing?
She removes her t-shirt and puts on the bra. "Everything."
“You've got to give me specifics, love. Have to help me here, at least with this. I can't read minds, baby. Believe me, if I could, this wouldn't be happening." He walks to her.
She pulls on a lightweight black sweater. "I need you to know me, Harry.” She goes back to the luggage, bends down, and zips closed the second bag. “I needed you to pay attention, to see that I’m drowning here.”
"Okay. We'll have the maid come more days during the week, and we'll get a sitter, nanny, or whatever will make life easier for you. After the three nights in Manchester, I'll devote my time to you. But I have a contract I have to do these nights in Manchester, besides it’s kind of home. We can stay at Mum’s. All of us go together.”
“It’s not just about the housework or the kids. And I don’t want to follow you to Manchester. I need you. I need a husband, a partner, not a sugar daddy who keeps knocking me up.”
“Oh, get off it. Lola's over a year old, and never do I push you for sex, not ever.”
“Whatever.” She pulls the two suitcases upright, rolls them to the door, exits, walks down the hall, and passes the three bedrooms along the corridor. She can't stop, or she'll never go; if she stays, she'll make things worse. She knows she's on the brink of breaking completely.
Harry is behind her.
They make it to the front door, and she slides her feet into her loafers. As she opens the door, she turns to him. "Everything you need to know about your kids is in a folder on my desk in the office. There’s frozen milk in the fridge.”
He reaches out, but she shakes her head. “Don’t.” She snatches her purse from the hook by the front door.
"Y/N, please, baby."
"Goodbye, Harry." With that, she steps out, dragging the luggage behind her. She doesn't look back.
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Why Paul's song "Fuh You" might be about John
We know that the church fete was not where Paul met John for the first time. Mark Lewisohn said that, “in private company”, Paul had admitted that he exchanged words with John outside a newsagent’s shop when doing a paper round some time before the fete. A local family who spoke to Lewisohn and remembered Paul as a boy, called the newsagent shop’s name “Abbas”. So I found this excelent website that has posted an analysis of the music video made for Fuh You, and how it very likely relates to John.
First of all, the music video was filmed in Liverpool (very interesting). We see the boy in the video kissing his girlfriend goodbye outside her house at 62 Inwood Road (Inwood Road is where lived the family for which young Paul McCartney worked for as a paper boy). Number 62 backs on to the parade of shops on Woolton Road facing the cenotaph. The boy leaves and is seen walking along Long Lane towards some shops, and pauses briefly to nick a chip off two girls standing outside (remember that Paul once said this about John: ‘I saw him in the queue at a chip shop once'"'. This was when he was talking about having seen John before the fete. He also said he often saw him in the bus).
There is a line in the song that says ‘On the night that I met you’ and it’s interesting that at that very moment in the video, the boy is outside 85 Woolton Road, the former premises of the newsagent's shop W.W. Abba, where Paul worked as a paper boy.
(the white door on the left is where W.W. Abba was)
So, we have Paul saying he met John while working as a paper boy, and then we see in the video that, as the lyrics “on the night i met you” are said, the boy is walking pass the newsagent’ shop where Paul worked. Coincidence?
Also interesting is that the fact that Paul’s first name is James and the boy in the video is named ‘Jamie’.
All this blew my mind, and made me think that there must be nods to John in the lyrics of the song. And indeed, there are many possible hints, like the following lines:
“Come on baby now, help me work it out. I won't let you down so you don't need to shout”
These are apparent nods to Help!, We Can Work It Our, Don’t Let Me Down, and Twist and Shout. I think these lines are clearly intentional. There is also another line “And everyday, in every way”, which may be a reference to John’s song Beautiful Boy (which Paul loves).
What do you guys think? Is this all a coincidence?
Source: https://beatlesliverpoollocations.blogspot.com/2019/05/i-could-stay-up-half-night-trying-to.html
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The Taming of Man: chapter Six - Dragon Shifting!Katsuki Bakugou x F!reader
Holy crap this one is long for me (Heh heh, that's what she said), Usually each chapter is about half of this length! I hope you enjoy the extra reading material, and I hope you enjoy the large amounts of plot growth to come!
Words: 4,715
This is incredibly based on the song The Willow Maid by Erutan, I highly recommend giving it a listen for the best experience.
Warnings: Cursing, reader is She/Her and will be AFAB in later chapters, Katsuki is practically naked for a sec, [reader is attacked, reader is tied up, reader is manhandled, reader experiences loss of vision]-> none of these are inflicted by Katsuki
The walk all the way to the market was slow, but not too long. You both walked along the dirt roads, people in carriages passing you on both sides. You couldn't take any carriage, or even a dragon, because it was too risky. That was basically a one way ticket to getting caught.
Before long, you could smell spices and meats in the air, you could hear the bustling of the people, you could see the crowds moving through stalls placed by street vendors. "Stay close to me, You don't wanna get lost here," Katsuki ordered, holding his hand out for you.
You instead took his arm, using both hands to grasp onto his left triceps, and in turn making him feel quite strong. Something about you holding onto his arm with your delicate hands made him feel prideful. He needed to stop getting so worked up around you, it pissed him off.
The two of you breeched the "entrance" of the market, Truly the entrance to town as the vendors put up their stalls next to the street every weekend, nearly blocking the businesses that had actual buildings. The yelling from each and every salesperson was rather overwhelming to you, being someone who had never experienced this kind of market.
"Capricornus meat, fresh from the docks!"
"Bread! get yer bread! only 3 drac!"
"fabrics and textiles! new sale! starting at 10 drac!"
Everywhere you looked there was someone trying to sell you, or rather the general populous, something. That's when you realized...
"Uh, Katsuki?"
He was busy walking through, looking around at the stalls but seeing nothing that impressed him. "What," he asked, not looking down at you and clearly distracted.
"I don't have any money."
You forgot that you were in a whole new universe, that had different currencies and certainly no exchange for your money. Even if your money did work here, it had completely slipped your mind when you were getting ready to leave, so you had none of your own.
Katsuki just scoffed, continuing to walk and drag you with him. Stopping wasn't an option in places like these, not when the groups of people were ever moving. "So? 's not like I expected you to." You might not have anticipated this, but the second he thought of going to the markets he also came to terms with the fact that he'd be paying for whatever you got. It wasn't a big deal, he was the prince, he definitely wasn't short on money.
"Really? Thank you," you said gratefully, smiling up at him. He pulled you out of the way of an oncoming woman, scowling at her for nearly plowing you over. "yeah yeah, just watch where you're going," he huffed, scolding you.
As the two of you moved, many merchants seemed to find you an easy target. A man wearing gold in every possible way shoved necklaces in your face, calling out, "A pretty girl like you must have pretty jewelry," in a sing-song tone. You just politely declined, Katsuki yanking you away before he could continue trying to sell. Similar things happened with a woman selling tapestries, a man doing tattoos, and a couple selling food.
Each and every time you declined, they'd scowl at you as if you just cursed their firstborn. Everything was...well, it was too much. Katsuki could see this on your face, the anxiety from the big crowd and loud noises, and firmly said, "Let's go in there." Before you could even look to where he gestured, he already pulled you into the shop, one of the few buildings that was still open at this time.
You were both greeted by an older couple, a brunette woman wearing plenty of rings and necklaces and a blonde woman wearing an extravagant purple hat. "Come in," The brunnette woman welcomed, her voice quiet and gentle, before the Blonde woman remarks, "Oh, Addy, look at them! what a cute couple," excitedly. You laughed, instantly much calmer than before, while Katsuki grimaced. "We're not a couple," he barked, to which the older women laughed. "Please, have a look around," the woman called Addy said warmly, Gesturing to their little shop.
Apparently, Katsuki had led you to a dress store. There were plenty of different handmade clothes to choose from, as well as accessories like hats, jewelry, and bags. "Wow," you cooed, pulling your hood down and releasing Katsuki to look around.
"My, aren't you pretty," The blonde woman complimented, walking right over to you. She instantly took your face in her hands, examining it and smiling. "You know, I bet you'd look fantastic in red...or blue...or maybe green," she laughed, turning to Katsuki. "You 'ought to count yourself lucky to be in the company of such a beautiful young lady!"
"Connie dear, you pry too much," Addy gently scolded, shaking her head. Connie just waved her off, sighing. "Well, If you need anything at all, please let us know! I'm Constance, but you can call me Mrs. Connie, and the party pooper over there is Adelaide, but you can call her Mrs. Addy." You nodded with a laugh, thanking her and beckoning Katsuki to come and look with you.
He did so begrudgingly, Following you around the store as you browsed. "If I find something here, I won't have to wear the cloak you gave me," you said sweetly, looking up at Katsuki as you flipped through dresses on racks. "I guess," he grumbled, something in him wishing he could keep you in his cloak a little longer. Something about the way the fabric swallowed up your body was...cute to him.
Every dress you could see had similar features, usually modest to hide from the beating sun but with a thin fabric to allow ventilation. You picked out two dresses, a green one and a red one, comparing them side by side. "Which do you think," you asked, turning your head to Katsuki. He sighed and thumbed at the fabrics, eyes flicking between you and the clothes. Why was he giving this any real thought? It's not like he cared...
"Red." he didn't sound too enthusiastic, but in truth he wanted to see how you looked in one of his favorite colors...plus, he agreed with the fabric wench. Red would suit you. You examined the dresses again, before nodding and smiling. "I think you're right." You turned to look for one of the two women you saw earlier, and thankfully Adelaide was right next to you two, adjusting hats on mannequin heads.
"Mrs. Addy, Could I get this one, please?" She turned her attention to you and nodded, taking your hand and leading you away. "Let's get it tailored," she said softly, looking towards her wife and nodding to the back of the store for her to help.
Connie followed, giving a mischievous smile to Katsuki for God Knows what. Now he was all alone in the main area, with nothing to do but look around. He couldn't just walk out either, even thought you'd probably take a while, because if something happened he wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
"Damn idiot...now what'm I supposed to do..." he muttered, examining the different accessories that were available. He noticed a necklace with a delicate gold chain and a gold dragon pendant to match, the charm holding two little rubies set in for eyes. You'd look beautiful with it around your neck, especially with that dress...Katsuki groaned and shook his head, what was he thinking?!
"So, tell me, how do you feel about that boy," Constance asks, gently pinning the dress together to fit your body.
"Connie," Adelaide laughs, reprimanding her but also curious about your response. "He's just a friend," You quickly responded, your cheeks warming as you stood stock still for the couple dressing you. "Ahhh, that's what I said when I met Addy," Constance giggled, making Adelaide sigh while shaking her head, a blush on her own face.
"of course, times were different then, Didn't have so many opporitunities, and-" She was interrupted by Adelaide- "She get's it, darling." You giggled, watching the women work in the mirror with focus you wished you could have in your own job. "It's not like he'd like me back...Y'know, i-if I did like him."
Addy shook her head, standing straight up and giving a look that said really? "He'd be lucky to have an ounce of your affection," Connie scoffed, taking out her sewing needle and beginning to alter the dress.
Katsuki was sitting on a Bench in the main area, able to do nothing but wait, before Adelaide popped out with a soft smile. Constance followed soon after, saying, "She's all set!"
Katsuki Stood up, hands in his pockets as he looked towards the curtained fitting room. You confidently walked out, a smile on your face and your old clothes in your hand. "What do you think?"
He froze, taking in the sight of you. The dress was a bright, fiery red, with an empire waistline defined by a gold belt, a V-neck, and angel sleeves. There was a slit right down the center of the skirt, your legs fully able to breath, and fully able to be seen by him. What did he think? How could you ask that, knowing how good you look? "G-good," he grumbled, looking askance and clearing his throat.
You giggle a little and walk over, handing him his cloak to put in his bag. He takes your dress too, knowing you probably won't want to hold it. "Just good," Adelaide asked teasingly as the two of you walked to the counter to pay, making Katsuki turn beet red. "Just lemme pay," he mumbles, setting down a drawstring bag of Drac. Adelaide sifted through, counting out the necessary amount.
While she did that, Constance slid up to the counter with a deck of beautifully detailed cards in her palm, a cheeky grin on her face. "You know, there's a free card reading with every purchase~"
Adelaide rolled her eyes with a smitten grin, both in love with and tired of her wife's shenanigans. Katsuki scoffed, ready to go, but you smiled excitedly. "Let's do it!"
He scowled at you, saying, "Why should we?"
"Why not?"
"...fine."
Constance giggled and began shuffling the cards, humming to herself. Fanning out the deck, she asked you to both to pick a card, and you both picked one on opposites end of the deck. Flipping them over, she smiled widely and held the cards up. "Ah, star crossed lovers, yet your souls are intertwined!"
You and Katsuki were both completely flustered, you doing a better job at playing it off. "O-oh," you laughed airily, Katsuki getting his bag of money back while, for once, keeping his mouth completely shut.
"Connie, please, these kids have had enough," Adelaide sighed with a smirk, waving you both away and bidding you adieu. You both walked back into the intensity of the market, your hands returning to Katsuki's arm.
...
"It's not like I believe in that stuff anyways."
"I've always taken those things with a grain of salt."
You laugh, both of you floundering to find some excuse not to believe her. Surveying the area once more as you walk, the scent of food becomes more and more enticing to you. Your stomach growls, especially at the sight of a food stand having what looked to be the juiciest goat leg you've ever seen, seasoned and fried to perfection.
"Let's go there," you suggest, pointing at the stand and looking up at Katsuki. "There? The food'll be too spicy for you," he scoffed, a smile barely showing on his face. "I happen to like spicy food," you huff, clearly some level of offended.
Katsuki grins and laughs a little, the discomfort he felt just moments ago now gone. "Fine then," he chuckled, taking you up to the vendor and ordering. "Two legs of lamb...and two waters," he told the man, handing him a total of 30 drac. He handed him the food almost immediately, and Katsuki handed you your meal while the two of you leaned against a wall to eat. He took a bite of his leg ferociously, he was hungrier than he thought, and his eyes stayed completely locked on you to see your reaction.
Watching him eat it so easily brought some comfort to you, surely it couldn't be that bad...you gingerly brought the meat to your mouth, biting down and chewing thoughtfully.
"It's not so bad," you remarked, shrugging and going in for another bite. Then, suddenly, the spice hit you full force, causing you to cough. "Holy shit," you spluttered, patting your chest. Your lips, tongue, and throat were all on fire, your face was hot, and your eyes were watering.
Katsuki burst out laughing, one of those genuine cackles that were hard to pull from him. "Here, idiot," he laughed, handing you a water skin and watching you chug it as fast as possible. "It won't stop," you groaned, fanning your face with your hand and sniffling.
Katsuki just kept laughing and laughing, doubled over with his hand on the wall for support. "I fuckin' told you," he howled, taking the lamb from you and holding it with his own in one hand. He gave you the other water skin, and you drank it all without question, the pain finally subsiding.
"I'm gonna be sick," you griped, wiping sweat off of your face. "You'll be fine," he chuckled, his laughing at your expense finally calming.
"I'm still hungry," you mumbled, wiping your mouth and once again looking around for food, this time something tame. Katsuki kept eating his lamb, knowing he'd have to eat yours too. He wasn't about to let perfectly good food go to waste.
"Well find somethin' fast, we don't have all day...and listen to me next time."
He was right, you didn't have all day, you'd definitely have to leave in at most an hour in order to be back by sunset. The both of you continued walking nearer and nearer to the center of town, your hand on his arm as you searched. A stand selling goat kebabs caught your eye, a mother and her child at the front of the short line. The kid was no older than five, his hand gripping his mother's dress as he sniffed and coughed a little. Poor thing probably had a cold.
He sneezed loudly, and to the surprise of you and only you, a burst of flame released from his mouth. You didn't know Dragonborne could breath fire, at least not in human form. Nothing caught on fire, everything here seemed to be nonflammable, and Katsuki only looked over because he noticed you stopped. "Wanna go there," he asked gruffly, to which you just nodded and smiled. there was still so much you had to learn.
The two of you waited in line, only a few people ahead of you, and 10 minutes later you had a full belly. Continuing to walk, you saw a glassblowing shop, the man inside easily manipulating the liquid glass with his bare hands and flaming breath, shaping beautiful vases and sculptures.
Katsuki noticed your eyes linger, and almost asks if you want to go check it out, before his attention is caught by the sound of a beating drum. You are immediately interested, eyes tearing away from the glassblower to find the source of the sound. A crowd is forming in a circle, so you decide that following the crowd is the best course of action. "Let's go see what they're looking at," you say giddily, your excitement making Katsuki blush a little.
"Whatever," he sighs. He already knows what it is, but supposes it wouldn't be bad for you to see. Taking you to the mass of people, pushing through to get nearer to the front, you finally see it.
A lump of purple fabric lie on the ground, surrounded by people beating drums and humming a low tone in unison. The mass of fabric begins to move, and you realize it is indeed not just fabric, but rather a woman wearing a lengthy and massive cloak, the edges adorned in gold bells. She slowly rises, hands gripping the very top corners of her cloak while her shoes are quickly and rhythmically tapping against the ground, hips swaying simultaneously, the bells jingling to the music.
Underneath her cloak was a short top and long skirt of the same color, all to accentuate the movement of her hips and belly. She shakes her hands, all the while rising slowly up and above her head as she leaves her crouched position, the cloak now looking as if it were the wings of a flying dragon, rippling in the wind.
Suddenly, she shoots her hands to one side, the half of the ensemble that she pointed to chanting "Hah" loudly. She repeats on the other side, all while continuously tapping her wooden sandals against the ground on the balls of her feet. Her gesturing becomes faster, moving back and forth between each side so the chanting becomes more and more frequent.
You had never seen someone dance in this way...all of her movements were concentrated in the very center of the circle, not once did her feet leave the spot she tapped against, her arms and hips doing most of the talking. The dancing was different at home, when your people danced they danced with lots of flourish, spinning and swaying and taking up as much space as possible. "It's so different..." you mused. "It's..."
Katsuki didn't want to hear it. He knew what you would say, the same thing everyone else said. That it was too crude, too sinful, too provocative. He opened his mouth to combat you, to come to his culture's aid and tell you to just shut up, but then...
but then he saw your face.
Your eyes were wide, glistening with wonderment, your lips slightly parted in awe and your hand on your chest as if your heartstrings were being tugged out of your body.
"Beautiful," you murmured, watching intently. "Isn't it beautiful," you whispered to Katsuki, not looking away for a second.
"Yeah...beautiful," he muttered, eyes drinking in your appearance, memorizing each and every detail of that face, that expression.
Why the hell did this keep happening? It's like every time he was with you, something incapacitated him. He couldn't think right, he couldn't see anything but you. It made his stomach to backflips, it made his heart beat in his throat, it made his hands heat up.
"Can we go put money in her bowl," you ask him, bringing him back to reality. Her dance was almost done, and next to her there was a bowl people were dropping money into. Katsuki took two drac from his bag, pressing them into your head. "Go yourself," he grumbled. He figured it'd look weird, the two of you walking up there, like a couple. He was sick of people assuming you were, he didn't want anymore of that.
You shrugged and took the money, pushing through some of the crowd to get to the little wooden bowl.
Katsuki watched you from afar, keeping his eyes locked onto your form, the flowing fabric of your dress trailing behind you, before someone bumped into him. "Watch where your goin," Katsuki huffed, before turning and seeing...Kiri?!
"Woah, sorry about- oh, hey bro!" Kirishima smiled at Katsuki, a bucket of veal in his hand. "What the hell are you doing here," Katsuki asked gruffly, arms crossed. "I'm getting Versengen a treat, it's almost his birthday...what are you doing here?"
Katsuki scowled, cheeks involuntarily going pink. "Why the hell do you care, I can go wherever I damn please!" Kirishima immediately picked up on the way Katsuki went on the defensive...and the intense scent of roses and honey lingering nearby. "Ok, ok," Kiri said nonchalantly, nodding and looking towards the dancing woman. "And you're totally not on a date with that girl, right?"
"We're not on a date," Katsuki instinctively shouted, promptly giving himself away. "So there is a girl," Ejiro shouted excitedly, punching Katsuki in the arm.
Walking through the crowd was a deceptively difficult task, pushing past people and squeezing through gaps. You finally reached the bowl, dropping the gold coins into it and smiling at the lady as she made her final steps in the dance. Proudly walking away, you once again pushed through people, being spat out in front of an alleyway...
So, this definitely wasn't where you were before. It was ok, you just had to look around for Katsuki's hair, and after a moment of scanning you could see it peaking out above the sea of people. Smiling, you took a step forward to get back into it, before getting yanked back by a pair of hands.
You tried to scream, but another hand immediately covered your mouth. "Heh, Look at her...She's gotta be a noble," a raspy voice chuckles, before another, slightly squeakier voice says, "probably sell for a pretty penny, huh?"
Oh. Hell. No. This isn't how you were going out. Kidnapped by some rando and sold? You weren't going down without a fight. Stomping on the foot of whoever had you and biting down on the hand that covered your mouth, you were released just long enough for you to yell out.
"There's no girl, there never was a girl, and there will never be a girl, so shut up about it," Katsuki barked, pissed as hell that Kiri wouldn't believe him.
"KATSUKI!"
"...No girl," kiri asked, cocking his head to the side...but Katsuki had no time to argue anymore. You were in danger. He muttered, "holy shit," before booking it in the direction he heard your voice. Kirishima followed, just in case he'd need backup.
"Stupid bitch," one of the guys shouted, grabbing you once more and holding you still despite your kicking and squirming. "Get the ropes," he ordered, and the other guy did just that. Your wrists were tied behind your back, your ankles tied to your wrists, and your arms tied to your torso. A black mask was tied over your eyes, a piece of fabric tied around your head to cover your mouth. You were tossed to the ground, your arms hitting a wall of the alleyway.
You couldn't see, all you could do was hear and feel. It was unnerving, you didn't know what was going to happen to you...Until you heard Katsuki's voice.
"Hey! Get the fuck away from her!"
Footsteps...two pairs of them.
"what do we do?" one of the kidnappers.
"Grab the girl and run," the other responds.
footsteps running towards you, stopping directly in front of you...but it wasn't a kidnapper...you knew because amidst the smell of garbage from the alley was the smell of musk, smoke, and caramel. It was Katsuki.
"Touch her and you die!"
then, something strange. The sounds you heard, you can't describe them, but you could feel Katsuki's presence grow larger. Then you could hear the sound of much, much bigger footsteps, planting down in front of you, accompanied by vibrations and wind generated with what seemed to be large wings fanning out. you leaned forward, wanting to touch what was before you to confirm your suspicions. Your cheek hit the mass before you. Just as you thought. Scales.
"oh fuck-" a guy shouted, cut off by the great, screeching roar of Katsuki Bakugou in his dragon form, so loud your ears began to ring. You wished you were able to cover them, but all you could do was shrink back into the wall.
Now everything was muffled, like the Footsteps running towards the entrance of the alley, only to be stopped suddenly.
an unfamiliar voice was speaking, the loud protesting of the criminals insinuating that the two men were grabbed and picked up.
You could feel Katsuki's once great form shrink, and you could barely hear him panting afterward. Then, a little clearer now as the effects wore off, you could hear the rustling of fabric, accompanied by his grumblings about his clothes being torn.
"Hey, can you hear me," he asked, his tone sharp, yet carrying some amount of gentleness. You suddenly felt his hands on your face, before he pulled the mask off of your eyes and the fabric out of your mouth.
"Uh-huh," you mumbled, blinking as the light finally found your pupils. Katsuki was crouched before you, a look of concern thinly veiled by anger on his face. He was rather naked, that cloak he let you borrow wrapped around his waist, his chiseled muscles on nearly every part of his body completely displayed to you. "You ok? Did they touch you," He asked, that second question with a tone of worry and slight wrath.
"O-only to tie me up," you answered, squirming in your bindings. Katsuki brought his hands around you, reaching behind to take off the hogtie they put you in. When he couldn't immediately undo the knots, he just impatiently ripped the rope in two anywhere that was keeping you bound.
sitting up and rubbing at your wrists and ankles, you looked up at Katsuki with gratitude. He looked back down at you, his brow furrowed. Were you judging him or something?
"what," he asked gruffly, pulling back from you and sitting on his knees.
You came in fast, giving him a big hug around his neck and pressing your face into his bare shoulder. "Thank you for saving me," you whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek.
You weren't a big crier, you don't spend your entire life with an emotionally manipulative mother without learning how to not cry, but this was a lot for you. You were almost kidnapped, and Katsuki, this man who was so adamant about not getting too close to you, saved your life and took care of you after without question.
Katsuki sat there for a moment, about to let you hold him for a few seconds and pull away without him touching you back just like every time, before slowly bringing his arms around you. He wasn't very good at hugging, he had no experience at it, but he knew you needed it right now, and you needed it specifically from him. You wanted him to hug you.
He put his left arm around your waist, and his right arm under your arm and over to your shoulder, holding you firmly despite how nervous he was. His cheek was pressed to your head through no fault of his own, but as he slowly breathed in the scent of your perfume, his entire body seemed to relax. When was the last time he felt this at peace? He can't recall...but he knows that any time he asks that question in the future, he'll definitely remember this.
You slowly pull away, surprised to get even the tiniest bit of resistance from Katsuki, before wiping your eyes and smile. "Gah, look at me," you laugh, flicking the tears off of your hand. "We should probably head back...and get you some clothes on the way."
Katsuki looks down at himself, realizing he was practically naked. "Last time I save your ass at the expense of my dignity," he scoffs sarcastically, meriting a giggle from you.
"C'mon, we can go back to that dress shop, they have masculine clothes," you offer, standing up and smiling down at him. He stands too, grabbing his bag and grimacing at the thought of walking all that way like this. "Why even bother, might as well fly," he scoffs, not even registering the fact that the idea would be so appealing to you.
"Really," you ask excitedly, having never flown on the back of a dragon before.
"Well don't lose your shit over it..." he grumbles, blushing at your happiness. Even with his apparent annoyance, He'd be giving you a ride back in his dragon form. Like hell he'd disappoint you, not after you smile at him like that.
Maybe it was time to do a little thinking about all this, about how he really felt.
Maybe he was realizing pining after you wasn't as bad as he thought it'd be.
Maybe your smile was worth it.
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❍ ‗ Work Buddy (Bang Chan)‗ ❍
Pairing : Chan x reader (Chan pov)
Genre/warnings : none it's just fluff and kittens fr
Summary : Bang Chan wakes up one morning and takes a short walk to the JYP building to go to work, but meets an unexpected friend along the way.
Word count : 3.3k
A/n : I know Chan has Berry and he's 100% a dog person, but I had a fluffy vision, don't question it
Blank '__' is intended as a name filler, self insert or not
ps: Do NOT repost on other socials. Leave feedback if you feel like it, otherwise enjoy! ♡︎
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Chan was awaken by the soft ringing of his alarm clock. His eyelids fluttered a few times before he gently stretched his arm out to turn it off. He then covered his mouth to hide a yawn, before shifting his gaze to his right side, where his partner was still peacefully sleeping.
A small, soft, smile appeared on his face while looking at them. Unfortunately though, he had to wake up and get to work, so he gently removed his arm from under your head and got out of bed.
It was barely 8 am, and he probably had a total of four hours of sleep, maybe three and a half. He stayed up late to the studio to rehearse a new dance for his group's new song, but today it was producing and recording day. He was extremely tired, why lie.
But he's also the type of person that just needs to take care of his own business, which also included creating his own material. And with a new comeback in less than two months he couldn't allow himself a break. Which is why he just got up, washing up quickly before getting dressed and heading out without complaining.
He didn't have the time nor the strength to prepare breakfast to anyone, so he did leave a small message of apologies to his partner, even though he knew that they wouldn't have expected him to do it regardless. The times were rough, but he was grateful to have them by his side.
Chan put on a black face mask, one of his beloved beanies, and then a leather bag across his torso before heading out. He quickly stopped, mumbling a 'fuck' under his breath as he realized that it was lightly raining outside. So he stepped back inside and took a folding umbrella, then went back outside again.
His own apartment wasn't exactly a close walk, but he didn't feel like calling the driver so he just shoot the agency a message as he went. He needed to walk, to clear him mind even if it was under the rain and cold.
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When he finally reached the agency building, it was about 25 minutes later and the rain had started to really pour. He eyed the coffe shop nearby as he waited for the green light to cross the street, and when they finally switched, he quickly reached the opposite side of the road.
As he approached the entrance, he saw a small and wet ball of fur curled up to the side of the shop, at the very start of an alley. He frowned, both in confusion and to sharpen his eyesight to understand better what it was.
Was it a rat? No, too big. Was it a raccoon? No, too small. Then, he figured, it must be another animal. Probably a cat. And his doubts were confirmed as he got a little closer.
Chan looked at it for a while, questioning himself on why a small kitten would be all alone in a public space and under the rain. While he felt sorry for it, he was barely standing on his own two feet by that point, so he just headed in the coffe shop and ordered his usual.
As he waited in line, first to pay and then to retrieve the order, he was munching on his lips, still thinking about that poor animal. But what could he do? He wasn't sure, but he was sure about the fact that he wouldn't have been able to go on about his day peacefully if he didn't at least check if it was injured.
So, with that thought in mind he went back outside, coffe in one hand and umbrella in the other. Chan saw that the cat was still there, so he carefully got closer. It was indeed a small kitten, but not a newborn. It looked like it was at least a few months old, but was still quite tiny.
"Hi litte fella" he called out gently, using a bit of a baby voice. He squatted down, leaning his head to the side to try and inspect the kitten a little. The animal turned its head towards the voice, and jumped a little, startled. But it didn't run away, instead just looking at Chan with its two big yellow eyes.
It was a very pretty cat, he thought. With short gray fur and bright yellow eyes, the only hint of color beyond that being its cute pink nose.
Chan still munched on his lips a bit, unsure on how to proceed. He wasn't very familiar with cats, but he knew that they felt a human's vibe and mostly acted based on it, so he made sure to not appear threatening. He quickly decided to close the umbrella and attach it to his bag, so that at least he could have one free hand.
Then he gradually got closer, with his hand stretched out and fingers rubbing against each other to attract the cat. He was also making some noises with his mouth, like little kisses noises, that usually cats liked.
When he got close enough, and thankfully partially covered from the rain by the building's roof, he stilled and waited. With his surprise, the cat seemed to be curious and friendly enough to walk up to Chan, sniffing his fingers with featherlight touch.
The man smiled, softly talking to it until he took up enough courage to move his hand to scratch his chin gently. The cat seemed to really appreciate the gesture, since he started purring and head bumping Chan's hand.
"Ow, you're so sweet" he cooed, now petting his back, "What are you doing out here in the rain, mh?"
Chan noticed that the cat wasn't injured but it also didn't have any collar on. He did look quite small and skinny, though, so he figured that it must be a stray a not an outdoor cat who got lost. He was also friendly, which means that a lot of people mustv'e approached it before.
He was trying to think of what to do, but the cold, the rain and the freezing iced americano in his hand were bothering him too much to even think straight, so he just decided to take it with him. Or at least take it inside, away from the rain, And then he would've asked someone of the staff to take care of it.
Chan stood up straight, calling for the cat to follow him, which he miraculously did. They were almost at the agency building's entrance, when a loud car almost scared the cat away. So the man just sighed and decided to pick him up.
The animal meowed a couple of times but didn't really fight, probably choosing to put his trust on Chan. The security at the entrance looked at him wired, but didn't question him further, since they knew perfectly who he was.
So he just walked up to the elevators, with the cat to his chest and the americano in hand. All the people that he passed by gave him a weird look, but he didn't care. As he finally reached his studio, he sighed in relief and released the cat on the couch before closing the door behind him.
He put down the coffe on the table and took off his wet beanie and jacket, turning on the heater. Then he glanced quickly at the cat, which seemed to be lurking around quietly, so he took the chance to slip outside the door once again. He went to the bathroom and dried himself off as best as he could, also using the hair dryer to dry his curls. Before going back to the studio he grabbed a couple of towels.
As he opened the door to the studio, he saw that the cat had jumped on the desk and was checking out his computer. He chuckled lightly, closing the door again before approaching the desk.
"Nah-ah mate, this is off limits, yeah?" he picked the cat up and realized that he didn't even know if it was a male or female. So he maneuvered it a little, making him meow in protest, but he did eventually see a pretty noticeable pair of testicles.
"Yep, definitely a boy. And not a neutered one either." he said out loud, confirming once again his thoughts of him being a stray. Chan brought him closer to the couch where he had put the towels, and picked one up to try drying up his fur a bit.
The kitten didn't seem extremely happy about it, complaining the whole time and shaking his fur, sending droplets of water everywhere. Chan chuckled again as he tried to gain back some trust by petting him.
"I know, mate. But we gotta dry you up a bit, yeah?" so he kept on rubbing and petting him with the towel until he was satisfied enough. Now he was just damp, so his own fur plus the heat would've finished him off.
At that point Chan took a look at the time, and saw that it was almost 9.30 am. He needed to get to work and prepare the room for the boys' recording sessions. So he carefully put the wet towels on the humidifier to dry, and then sat in his chair and turned on his laptop.
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After about three hours, someone knocked on the door. Chan gave permission to enter, and that's when Jisung and Changbin saw an unexpected scene in front of their eyes.
Bang Chan in full producing mode, but with a little gray ball of curled up in his lap and chilling.
"Oh my- is that a cat?" the older one said, while Jisung released an excited gasp, immediately coming closer. He squatted down and gently started to caress the cat, which wok up for a second, but then quickly turned his belly upwards waiting to be petted.
"Ow such a good kitty you are, yes, so soft. " Jisung cooed, then looking up at Chan who was tiredly smiling down at them. "Care to explain?"
So both Han and Changbin put down their bags and sat down, chilling as they got ready to work. Chan quickly explained to them how he ended up with a stray cat in their studio, and the two of them had different reactions.
"I stil think that you should let the staff take care of it. They'll bring him to a shelter or something." Changbin said, provoking Han to scoff at him.
"He found it. The cat is already attached, he's cute. What more can you want? I'd take him home. Didn't you say that __ also likes cats?" Jisung asked.
Chan nodded, looking down at the kitten who had become his new work buddy. It was a calm cat too, which was a bonus. And it honestly gave him a sense of comfort, to be alone but not completely. He would've surely talked about it with his partner first.
"Okay guys, who's the first in the list today for recordings?" he asked, shifting the subject. Both the men instantly followed along, deciding to leave him alone.
"It's Minho. So careful, or he might snatch that little furball before you can make a decision" Jisung joked.
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The 3racha worked together for about an hour alone before the first of the members came in, which was Minho. Needless to say that he was ecstatic to see a cute kitten in his workplace. He went straight to the pet that was sleeping on the couch between Changbin and Jisung, and just picked him up like a baby to pet him.
Jisung quickly filled him in with the context, and he agreed with Jisung on both the fact that he should definitely bring him home, but also on the fact that if he didn't, he would've done it instead.
Chan once again had to recall their attention and put them to work. In the end everything went smoothly and their work day went on as any other, with the difference that now if a member wanted to cuddle a bit he would've had a fluffy gray ball to do it with.
In the afternoon, during lunch break, Chan asked a staff member to go buy some kitten food and water and bring it back to the studio. The girl was quite confused but complied nonetheless. She also made her acquaintance with the new arrival and was absolutely smitten.
The kitten ate well, like he had been starving, and Chan felt thankful that he picked him up from the street. He had questioned if he should call his partner before suddenly coming home with a cat, and he decided that he should. So when he had a moment alone, he picked up the phone and instead of a normal call, he started a video call.
It rang for a few seconds before your beautiful face appeared on the screen. Your face adorned with a sweet smile,as you didn't expect your boyfriend to videocall you.
"Hi baby, is everything okay?" you asked. Chan nodded, giving them a small smile.
"Yes baby. I just wanted to introduce you to my new work buddy." his partner had a confused look for a second but tried to hide it by straightening their posture, really believing that they were about to meet one of Chan's co-workers.
But instead he pointed the phone down to his lap, showing the kitten that was currently making biscuits on his thigh. It did hurt, yes, but he didn't want to interrupt him.
"No way! Oh my gosh!" a gasp was heard coming from the phone, making Chan giggle.
"Channie what is a cat doing in your recording studio?" they asked while they kept gushing over the small animal.
He gently picked the kitten up and brought it against his chest, moving the phone again to show the both of them in the frame. His partner squealed and he knew that they were taking screenshots.
"Basically I saw this little guy all alone in the rain near the café this morning and I felt bad so...yeah now he's the new Skz mascot I guess." he chuckled as the other person 'aw' 'ed on the phone.
"To be honest I don't really know what to do with him. Bin says I should let the staff handle it, but he'll end up in a shelter at best. While Minho and Jisung think that I should bring him home." he explained, studying their reaction.
"What do you think, baby?" the cat meowed so Chan let him jump off his lap as he took a sip of his second iced americano of the day.
"I don't know, baby. I would love to take him, you know it. I love cats" they smiled sweetly, a small frown on their face. "But we also both work. You go away from home, stay away til late to the studio and stuff. And I do work only part time but still..." they shook their head slightly, unsure.
"We'd keep him inside though. I don't think that a few hours alone would be that much of an issue. We should just make sure that he settles in well the fist few days." he responded, suddenly feeling like a child who was trying to convince their mom.
Maybe deep inside the reason was that he actually missed a lot the presence of a pet in his life. With his little dog Berry so far away. He would've always liked to have another one, but he wouldn't have betted on a cat.
"I could also bring him with me here, when I have quiet days like today. I think it could work. What do you think, baby?"
Their partner sighed softly, thinking for a few seconds before finally nodding with a small smile.
"Okay then. Should I go buy some stuff for him when I get off work?" Chan giggled like a kid when they agreed, making them laugh too at his adorable reaction.
"You know what? I think I'm gonna try and get out early today. I need to sleep for more than four hours or I'll collapse." he confessed,
"So we can go together at the petstore, yeah? We'll bring this guy along so we can get advice. And a vet appointment." he added. __ laughed again, walking around. Chan understood that their lunch break was over, so he decided to let them go.
"You sound so excited, I love it. I love seeing you happy." he couldn't help but smile as his heart melted at those words.
"I love you too, baby. I know you have to go now, so I'll let you go. I'll text you in a couple of hours so we can organize everything, yeah?"
"You're right, Channie I have to go now. I'll be waiting, okay? See you later baby, love you" they sent a flying kiss, making him giggle, again. He waved his hand cutely, saying one last 'I love you' before hanging up.
Chan put the phone down, sighing as he let himself rest against the studio chair. He rubbed his eyes slightly with the heel of his hands. He was still extremely tired, but also happy. This is was definitely not the way that he had imagined his day to go.
When he looked behind his shoulder he saw the kitten playing with a dangling piece of his jacket, which made him stand up quickly.
"No, no, no mate. That one's expensive." he chuckled to himself, as he bent down to distract the cat. He made him play with his fingers for a bit until he eyed a useless piece of paper, which he then took and scrunched into a small ball.
"Look, here" he threw the little ball across the room, and the cat sprinted to go play with it. Chan smiled, satisfied, and then picked up the phone again, deciding to check in with his members and the management to let them know that he would've needed to go home early today.
As he waited for the response, he thought back about his morning with his new little friend. He played, slept, cuddled, then played and slept some more. He loved his job to death, but sometimes he wished he could live like that kitty.
He remembered fondly how nice it felt to not feel as alone while he worked. Animals may not be able to actually talk, but even a simple head bump, painful biscuits on his legs or some purring was already enough to give him back some of the good mood that he was struggling to keep up those last few days.
Yes, he thought. Why not? It'll be like a baby without having an actual baby. Even though his members already did take that place up sometimes, he sneered affectionately at his own thoughts.
His phone lit up, signaling new notifications which he checked out. Both the management and his members gave him the okay, and instead encouraged him to take the rest of the day off, knowing how hard he was working. He thanked them and let them know to rest, too.
"Alright mate, we're going home tonight. Aren't you excited?" he asked out loud, shooting a glance at the kitten which was still running around with the ball.
To __ 🌑💓
- Hi baby, got the ok. Pick me up later with your car? So we can go buy some stuff. I'll order some food for us tonight, to celebrate ;)
- See you later, love u
He also texted __ before going back to work some more. Around ten minutes later, he got a reply.
From: __ 🌑💓
-Of course, Channie <3 Can't wait to meet him TT
-I'm already thinking of names, just so you know ;)
-Later, ily
He smiled one last time and then put his headphones on, getting back to his work.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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Young Royals S3 thoughts
EP5
Even just hearing this scene’s echo was horrific. It must have been so much worse to actually go through it.
It must be so hard for Wille to reconcile how he knows Erik which what he now knows about him. And he is not here anymore to defend himself. Uuuurgghhhhh!
Please talk to Simon. Please talk to him. Shutting him out will not make anything better.
Sara and Felice doing desserts together, that’s the best idea anyone has ever had :) A chance for them to talk, yay!
This Micke is starting to be a dad too good to be true. This is sketchy behaviour. He is too happy, this is going to spiral out of his control. Oh Sara I am worried for you….
Ok, I am just going to say it (even 2021 me would judge me so hard for this) but August „redemption arc“ is working. Like I honestly believe that he is trying to be a little bit better as a person. I want him to be alright. And yes, I am shocked that I think this.
Whose locker is number 60? Is that Sara’s?
Wille once more calling his parents because he needs support. And his dad once more not stepping up. Nobody is perfect, not even Kronprins Erik….!
Edvin Ryding, the actor you are…
This episode it’s Wille’s turn to look as if his soul has left him.
Oh shit this will be the music room fight. I am not ready. I am not ready. No no no no no noooooooo.
RIP Wille in the choir. Those scenes in episode two were worth it though :))
It is so typical for Simon to think that he has done something wrong. Simon, my love, you are not ‚difficult‘ for asking questions!! You are wonderful.
Wille, those are your thoughts, not Simons. They are your fears, your doubts, your anxieties. And they are completely valid. But please don’t put words in Simon’s mouth and push him away like that. „Maybe he gave in to peer pressure. What do you know?“ Like, Simon is trying to help you here, he’s trying to talk it through with you and help you out. Nooo, don’t walk out on him?!!!
Simon being left behind in the music room is just as devastating as Wille being in there after their fight last season. I am done with this music room.
The 36 on Simon’s locker is now always going to remind me of that fan exam :)) I was sooo unsure about that question haha
So she takes the letter, but is she reading it? Should we assume she read it? Or is she just not going to read it? I am confused…
Oh no. Micke has forgotten. The hope and desperation in her voice that she’s trying to conceal while leaving these voice messages for her dad is killing me. Also, ruuuuuun! You can still make it :)
Why is Wille only ever with Felice when he’s had a fight or something with Simon? Like, when they’re good, he never hangs out with her.
I also do believe he would have accepted and embraced Wille’s queerness. But I guess it’s the fact that we’ll never know that is so hard to deal with.
Purple nail polish ✨ slay :)
Sara made it :) But also, it’s stressing me out that she just puts her id back into her bag and doesn’t close it properly. It could fall out!
That is so heartbreaking seeing that Micke is falling back into the habit of drinking with his friends. And the worst possible moment for Sara to find out, mid-driving test, in the middle of the road.
Linda giving Simon the long overdue hug and telling him he’s not doing anything wrong. YES!
„Love shouldn’t be this difficult“ - Linda, I trusted you!!! Don’t give Simon ideas..
Sara turning up at the house, breaking down. Simon hugging her. Forgiving her. I am in actual tears now. Can’t handle it. I’m sooo glad he is forgiving her. This was soooo necessary. Finally some healing….
That’s a decent apology text, Wille, I’m proud of you :)
The nail polish looks sooo good!!
And its off 😂 That was shorter than Wille’s career in the choir..
The Happy Birthday Song Scene will forever be my favourite Wilson scene. I am crying my eyes out because I know it’s all going to go wrong soon, and this might be one of the last moments of happiness. And it is SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!!
Also I am sooo glad the ‚Is everything ok between us?‘ line happened here and now was immediately answered with a ‚yes‘ - that takes away one of my biggest fears from the trailer…
Also, he made him a sandwich? Asjdnä oajbef lskdfb .sjdnfsldnf lsdn 💜
I like Farima. Also her green suit is gorgeous :)
They are holding hands in the car !!!!
„Maybe it was stupid to tell you that thing about Erik. I get that it must’ve been tough to hear.“ Yeah, no shit, August.
Simon is just chilling, living his best life eating cake :)
„Cause there’s a risk of poisoning.“ Oooff. Simon’s expression is golden :))
I think Simon will never get used to having staff to take care of everything. And to Wille being absolutely ok with that and not even noticing it.
Spotted Lisa Ambjörn, hihiiiii :))
Please make Simon feel welcome. Please.
Why are they all pretending like everyone’s happy and fine?
August is just so happy to be near Sara, it is actually adorable.
Felice and Sara working side by side. I have so much hope that they can find their friendship again. Like, they are both loving being in each other’s company..! And Felice wanting to be a chef? I am here for it!!!! That whole little scene was beautiful :))
That is the most awkward dinner conversation ever. Poor Simon. Poor Wille. And they really don’t make it easy for anyone just bringing everything back to Erik. Like, that just adds so much pressure on Wille, and also this is such a vulnerable topic for him right now…
Class Bad Boy. Lol
I love that he hates the title. Like, season 1 August would have loved it! That is GROWTH, ladies and gentlemen!
„It’s not very long. I’ll read it to you“ - dude, she can read, she just didn’t want to!
His voice breaking up a little while he reads the letter. Malte is really on the next level this season…
The way he leans his head into that hug…! I have so much hope for them…. Please, please, please!
Yes, I can see that from Frederike’s point of view this looks bad. But you don’t know anything about the situation. And you’re just going to cause problems. But of corse she runs straight to Felice. Uuughhh, and things were just starting to look like they could be friends again someday.
Wille playing a bit of the school song. Is that the only thing he remembers how to play, because he taught it to Simon?
Wille, you’re being unfair. Yes, it’s hard for you. But Simon is also allowed to find it hard. And he is only trying to support you.
I’m sorry, but Wille’s parents could not be more useless right now. I am so glad Wille is finally speaking his mind. Maybe the delivery is not the most productive, constructive, diplomatic, but a child should not have to beg for his parents to be there for him. And they should not just leave the room when he does. Like, I understand that you are ill and struggling and that it must be absolutely terrible to deal with your eldest son dying tragically in a car crash, but Wille is right, you still have a son, and he needs you!!!
The way Simon looks horrified and genuinely scared when Wille smashes the gifts. Like, he looks kind of scared of Wille. I bet he witnessed these kind of violent outbursts from his dad when he was younger. Oh Simon….
There it is: „Love shouldn’t be this hard.“ And it hurts just as much as I thought it would.
Wille’s cheek is so wet, he must have been crying a lot already.
Simon’s voice cracking when he says „Maybe it just can’t work.“ - he is breaking his own heart admitting this.
The lyrics just before the cut „I got addicted to a losing game“ - KILL ME NOW!
I am in tears. Like, I knew they were going to come to a point like this, but that doesn’t mean it’s ok!!!
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AFO in Silent Hill
Inspired by, @peanut0w0 AU
Alternate Universe: Silent Hill is real and AFO gets sucked into it.
Characters: All for One, Mentioned Yoichi
Summary: After All for One gets a letter from his brother who has been dead for several years he seeks him out. In that strange town they had only been too once before Yoichi finally allowed his illness to take him. Though with a man as many sins as his, he's about to enter his own personal hell.
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“I’m here for you Hisashi. I’m real…” Hisashi wonders if this truly was as real as he claims in this quiet hell of a town.
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All For One, the most vicious man in the world. A symbol of evil who inflicted fear into the hearts of many. A legend, the boogieman of the very world itself. He prided himself in no one ever knowing his identity or his past.
Which is what making this situation even more baffling to him. Following the trail to a very specific town, Silent Hill, known for being quint but nothing else. Yet this is where the letter has led him back to the United States. Even if it seemed seemed the rest of the journey was on foot.
“What kind of game are you playing Yoichi,” he mutters more to himself in the car. Opening the glove compartment to pull out the letter. The one that had led him to this peculiar town in search for the brother that has been gone for so long. Which is why he was alone, no one can see this but him as his eyes scans the letter.
Long ago you took me to this town that seemed to linger in my dreams, Silent Hill. You said it wasn’t anything special just a passing by town in the middle of your grandeur trip. To me though there was something more and I asked if we would ever return. You said you would when you could.
You never did. But I’m there now in that town waiting for you to come to complete that little promise. Waiting for you at a ‘special place’, big brother, don’t forget.
It felt like some twisted joke. That trip had been so long ago, just something between them in his attempt to take their mind off things. He had half a mind to burn the letter as must be some prank. To abandon it and continue with his life.
As Yoichi had long since died to his very illness so many years ago.
“So why am I here looking for him?” Hisashi speaks only bitterly as he wasn’t All for One at this moment. This was Hisashi, the man behind the monster still seeking something despite the insanity.
“And what special place. Since when was he so cryptic? There were tons of places he seemed to enjoy in that small town from the park to the streets, and the hotel excited at how nice everything was,” he speaks like this is some annoyance. Though it doesn’t stop him despite the fact he should know better he still leaves his car parked. Looking off into the forest in the direction of that town.
It was like a siren song calling to him that he can’t ignore. Beckoning him toward the unknown that had once only been a blip in their life. Moving to the stone wall rails on the side of the road he stares toward that town.
“Maybe he was always alive and only chose now to contact me…” his voice trails as he grabs a map feeling something heavy on his mind that he tries to ignore. The hair on the back of his neck seemed to stand on end as the air itself seems to ice over.
As he walks toward that town. Able to feel something inside him seeming to urge him on despite himself. A longing he ignored for sanity sake.
“I hope he’s still waiting for me.”
#yoly's fanfics#all for one mha#yoichi shigaraki#all for one bnha#yoly's writing#bnha fanfiction#mha fanfiction#Silent Hill AU AFO & Yoichi
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Dollar Bin #18:
Bob Dylan's Dream / Lord Franklin
At some point in 1988 I discovered that there was music in my childhood home.
We'd grew up largely without it. I had an ancient, AM-only, dial radio at the head of my child sized bed, but that was strictly for listening to Vin Scully call Dodger games. At some point around 83 I spun the corroded dial experimentally and heard Borderline followed by Thriller. It was terrifying, and I did not repeat the experiment.
Therefore, as a child, the only song I remember singing along to was this ditty, which always immediately preceded Vinny declaring that it was "time for Dodger Baseball!"
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Of course, I heard snatches of music outside our home. When Dolly, Emmylou and Linda put out Trio in 87 my mom bought the tape, shoved it into our red and white Vanagon's deck and kept that thing on repeat for years. And on the fourth of July I'd watch the annual Beach Boys Special at friends' houses while we lay about, sunburnt from head to toe and waiting for rock hard burgers off the grill. And yes, I'd sit in the park every summer and try to figure out how to eat KFC while the US Navy Brass band played. But all that music was around me, not in me.
Then, in 88, my buddy Matt's parents got cable, so MTV happened and we learned all about girls, I guess, from Straight Up Now Tell Me. By that point Buffalo Soldier, Shout, Brass Monkey and Take My Breath Away where spinning at elementary school dances and all the cool kids were bravely listening to Guns and Roses.
But I wasn't cool. I recognize this fact must be a surprise to all of you given the incomparably cool nature of this august blog and the meteoric rise of my Gordon Lightfoot musings among the cognoscenti (I have no doubt that among my legion of 14 followers cheesebot47 is Obama and dannhann is Bruuuuce while bloggin - I see you gentlemen! Thanks for my grand total of two heart emojis!), but I feel that my uninterrupted lifelong run of uncoolness needs to be acknowledged nonetheless. As proof I offer up the following evidence: my initial attempt at getting into music in 88 was buying the cassette single for Chicago's Look Away:
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Yeah, definitely not cool. Even my father thought the song spewd chunks and the only song he ever sang to us as kids was Home on the Range. Baby! Look away!
So I did hear music at age 12. But my home had none to offer, and I'd yet to hear anything that really spoke to me, that shouted its way into my soul.
Then, somehow, furniture got rearranged or I opened my eyes a little wider and found a hitherto unknown cabinet in our living room. There weren't fur coats inside, or mothballs; nor did it take me straight to Mr. Tumnus. No, it was better than that. Instead, when I looked inside, I found The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan.
That's right: there was a record player in my home that I'd never noticed before, and records sat underneath it. No one had touched anything in there for a decade or more. But I knelt down and figured out what to do with it somehow and the next thing I knew I was listening to Blowin' in the Wind.
Picture me on my 12 year old knees, all 80 pounds of me watching the record spin, holding my breath. What was this noise? Why did it sound so glorious? And why, oh why, wouldn't it play smoothly?
You see, from the first moment Dylan began slapping at his 6 string and asking how many roads a man must walk down, the filthy, bruised record and the turntable's utterly battered needle refused to meld. I could hear only snatches of Blowing in the Wind before the whole thing popped and bolted and before you knew it there was a broken harmonica blast and Dylan was already telling me that he'd learned the next song somewhere down in the U-nited States. Then everything erupted again and it wasn't long before the needle leapt and dragged into full skid before thudding to a stop.
And yet somehow, one song on my parents' long forgotten and utterly ravaged copy of the Dylan's first masterpiece was largely intact and skip-free: at age 12 I joined Dylan on a train going west; I too dreamed a dream and weathered many a first storm. But Bob Dylan's Dream did not make me sad. Rather, it took my breath away.
And it still does.
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I suspect each of us has a specific, elemental melody that insistently tugs at us; like an invisible tether, there's a combination of notes and pacing out there that's ineffably linked with our individual soul. Somehow, wonderfully, the borrowed melody Dylan used for his Dream is that tether for me.
Of course at that point I couldn't put any words together to describe what was happening to me when I listened. I was just fired up. What's more, I found that each time I replayed the record a bit more of it would emerge intact: the tortured needle harvested bits of dirt and debris from the grooves each time it passed through. Sure, I had to bully the record through several skips, but eventually I could track most of the record.
Next, somehow, probably at my friend Eric's, I found a blank tape and a turntable connected to a tape deck and was able to transfer my chopped up record into something I could carry around in my pocket like a talisman. There was a world of music out there, just for me. I had not found it yet, but I had a map.
And so I did what came naturally: I took the world's worst version of the The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan to my next Dungeons and Dragons game. Doing so made total sense to me. I was clearly 12 years old.
I emailed my personal dungeon lord, Jon, this week and asked him to recall what happened next. But Jon remembers nothing, which is surprising, because something definitely happened. The moment I pressed play on my brutalized copy of Freewheelin' in the middle of Jon's personally scripted orcfest he freaked the hell out, unplugged the stereo and carried my character sheet out to his dad's Weber, ranting all the while about how if I ever brought such crazed and unbearable sounds to one of his games again my character (I think he was named Illure...) would get doused in lighter fluid and would serve as a fitting holocaust to every god one could name. And Jon was true to his precociously literate 12 year old word: a few months later, when I brought not Bob Dylan but instead swiped cans of beer to D&D, Illure did indeed taste Jon's threatened flames and I was altogether banned from D&D henceforth. My buddy Jon: always totally awesome.
It's too bad about Illure. But I wouldn't change a thing.
So let's talk about Lord Franklin. Dylan openly acknowledged that he borrowed the tune for his Dream from Martin Carthy's version of the original. Let's drop the needle on the song's gold standard: Pentangle's version from their wrongly maligned Dollar Bin treasure, Cruel Sister.
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Listen to John Renbourn, just above a whisper, recall his sighing dream. Bert Jansch's weary concertina trembles and pulses and Jacqui McShee's accompanying voice arches above and beyond until Renbourn finally produces the world's smallest and gnarliest electric guitar. Wow. What a song; what a version. That's my personal pulse friends; that's my tether.
Who knows how far back this melody actually goes; its primary known source, the Irish song Cailín Óg a Stór, is least 400 years old, but surely people were humming this thing under their breath long before any peer of Shakespeare thought about claiming ownership of it in print. Maybe my ever so great grandmother had some hand in its creation; or maybe yours did. I'll bet people all over the world have been warbling this melody in their own tongues for time out of mind.
Take a listen to the Carthy version that first inspired Dylan:
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You can hear the song's racing pulse in Carthy's fleet picking beneath the swaying, stately melody. Maybe that tension of paces is part of the song's allure for me. I love slowly sung songs that still contain lurching threats of violence, terror or despair. Think Danger Bird or This Monkey's Gone to Heaven; think Mr. Bojangles.
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Sure, Jerry's telling us his story with a smile. But he's not okay. He's grieving deeply as he sings, channeling his old prison mates' terrible loss for his dog.
Cailín Óg a Stór is a root stock that's been grafted beyond Franklin's tale and Dylan's dream. Happily, Stephen Stills' own take, a reworking entitled I Suck, remains unreleased. But check out Fairport Convention's A Sailor's Life. Hear the incomparable Sandy Denny spin that glorious melody in a new direction.
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It takes some real guts to completely reconsider a song this elemental, but people are forever doing just that. Check out Renbourn's own masterful and hilarious version from the 90's. Just look at the guy sweat as he giggles then dives deeply in.
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All of these examples help make Dylan's Dream particularly audacious. Forget telling timeless tails of terror on the deep; Dylan instead takes us to a scene from his own childhood: there they are, gathered about an old wooden stove, the first few friends he had. They never much thought they could get very old; but they have, they are all aged now, just like me and Jon, and all our long ago friends from 88.
Only art is timeless, Lord Franklin reminds us. Only art can never die.
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Rest in Peace Sinead.
#Youtube#lord franklin#bob dylan#pentangle#jerry jeff walker#john renbourn#stephen stills still sucks#sinead o'connor
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hello! it has been a long time since i've talked through my day! this one had such a big turnaround that i needed to document it, mostly for myself.
i had an appointment with a 'root canal specialist' today bc i had my first app with my new dentist a couple of weeks ago and his xray revealed an abscess wow how fun :) i couldn't feel it bc that tooth has a decade old root canal so there are no nerves to reveal there is anything going on!! fun!!!! he's a super nice dentist, i like him but he made me very panicked lol he was showing me how close it is to my sinuses on the xray. so he was like 'go see this guy asap' bc he wanted to know whether there was a chance my old root canal could be redone or if i'd have to get the whole tooth removed/an implant, all for the low low price of $5-6000 🙃 but obviously you can never see specialists asap!!! so i've been walking around for 2.5 weeks with dread/phantom pains that by the time i saw him the infection would've spread and idk had catastrophic consequences??? and then today when i went there was CONSTRUCTION at the turn i needed to make and the road was closed and i was like i don't know how to get there from another street??!?!?!??! i spent 10 minutes driving through suburban streets and my navigation kept trying to take me back to the original route with the closed road, and its the middle of town so there was nowhere i could just temporarily stop and look at the map, and i called them almost crying to let them know i'm coming but i might be late bc i just can't navigate these streets jegjkdgkjdkg
anyway i MADE it, i think i parked in another business's parking lot and just hoped they didn't care lol and then the lady at the desk was like 'our other specialist will have to see you bc the guy you're here for isn't here' so i was feeling uhhhh not good after my dentist talked him up so much. AND my dentist didn't send over my electronic referral and i had LITERALLY been stressed that he would forget to do exactly that for the whole 2.5 weeks oh my god, thankfully they didnt even seem to care. but then as i was filling out the paperwork in the waiting room 'no judgment' came on, and then 'wolves' right after??? and i was like this seems deliberate to try and calm me down 😂 and when the substitute specialist called me in he was so extremely calming and talked me through my options, one of which is indeed to try and redo the root canal bc he's confident he can, it would still cost a lot but wayyyyy less. he also said i could 'do nothing' (which is obv risky, and i would never do nothing, but that made me realise my infection is not about to bust through and spread across my sinuses any second, one fear down!). he was just softly spoken and super relaxed and he made me feel like this was not in fact a crisis and said i could go and think about what i wanted to do, and just call for an appointment when i decided. and then when i went out to pay 'i want to write you a song' was playing 😭 i asked the receptionists if there was a 1d fan in the house and one of them said it must just be a random playlist on spotify, so this was all a complete coincidence????? i told them i was enjoying it very much.
anyway long story short i had already taken the rest of the afternoon off work to go work in the garden, but figured there was a good chance i'd be so down about an unexpected and immiment $5000 hit that i wouldn't want to do anything, but i drove home feeling extremely reassured that i had options and i was not on the clock to decide, and also very relaxed by 1d playing in the background the entire time. i have also been extremely stressed that i would need to take the next step asap and this would be such a bad time as mum is working 50 hour weeks right now bc of the referendum, so i am on caring duty with nonna/nonno anytime we don't have carers here. but there's time! i had a v good afternoon in the garden after all!
#i am extremely comfortable at the dentist (i had the kindest dentist all through childhood/adolescence/early adulthood)#(who put lots of time into making us comfortable/safe in his chair when we were tiny)#but i have a lot of dental fear bc you only get one go#(i have v regular dreams of my teeth falling out lol)#i also have v weak teeth rip my mouth is a filling factory#i do eat a lot of sugar lol but my teeth clearly suffer more than other ppl i know who eat just as much#anyways the point is everything was monumentally stressful/scary until i stepped inside that place#im very thankful with how the entire appointment played out#for the substitute specialist and also for the soothing tunes lol#im not sure what i will do yet but i will think about it. bc i can!#i am crediting god for this one 😂 he took good care of me today#tp
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Dean’s Angel Kink and Sam’s Witch Kink (Part 1)
You can find part 2 here.
Supernatural really went and gave Dean a canonical angel (and demon?) kink, and Sam a canonical witch (and demon?) kink…
I'm going insane over this because the groundwork for all of it was laid in the earliest seasons, and the meaning reaches so much deeper than just some stripper fantasies.
The image above is Dean's reaction to seeing only the girl dressed as devil in episode 5x13 The Song Remains the Same. This whole scene is a dream inside of Dean's mind, by the way.
Then a second girl dressed as angel enters the stage, and this is what Dean's face does.
Then Anna (the real one) walks into his dream, right onto the stage, and Dean's face gives things away again.
If we compare this to the insides of Sam’s mind, we have his hallucination in episode 10x19 The Werther Project.
Of course this hallucination features Rowena specifically, so this doesn’t really prove a general witch kink. But let’s go all the way back to episode 3x09 Malleus Maleficarum.
The brothers are investigating a crime scene, and while Dean talks to the witnesses, Sam finds a hex bag in the bathroom.
Dean is clearly digusted by the contents of the hex bag, and Sam seemingly agrees on how gross this is. He then proceeds to tell Dean, in detail, what the hex bag is made of.
He must have examined those bones thoroughly enough to actually identify the species of animal they stem from.
The disgusted frown on Dean’s face is not at all mirrored by Sam’s face. Instead, he seems interested, maybe even fascinated.
This isn’t disgusted Sam, this is full-nerd-mode-engaged Sam.
The way he’s holding the bag is almost reverent, cradling it in both hands like a valuable trophy after Dean can’t get it out of his own hands fast enough and returns it to him.
Sam doesn’t sound disgusted or hateful as he says this.
He sounds impressed.
Dean hates witches.
This is Sam’s face of brotherly agreement.
(No, it’s not.)
(Sorry, I had to.)
Sam says “Pretty much” in a quiet voice, with a thoughtful stare to who-knows-where... which, for me, pretty much means that he doesn’t agree with his older brother at all, he just isn’t telling Dean what he really thinks.
Then they find out in this same episode that Ruby is, in fact, a witch.
Sam’s reaction is... interesting.
(Especially given the fact that he’s currently pinned to a wall by magic and really should have things to worry about other than Ruby’s status as a witch.)
Once he knows, it seems like Sam can’t stop staring at Ruby.
Dean seriously has to push Sam out of the room backwards because he simply won’t quit staring.
Well, we all know which particular road that attraction to Ruby followed. I just never actually realized before that the witch thing may have been a big contributor.
Sam is such a nerd (affectionate).
(The following pictures are from 4x09 I Know What You Did Last Summer.)
Suddenly, the expression on Sam’s face when he reads about Rowena on a website in episode 10x07 Girls, Girls, Girls before their very first meeting makes so much more sense to me.
Or his speechless, heavy swallow when she says this:
Poor guy had to wait for 7 seasons to get his Old World black magic!
If one thing is certain, it’s that this witch is the real deal.
Rowena isn’t a borrower witch like Ruby who gained her powers from a demon.
No, she’s a natural called the most powerful witch alive by multiple sources.
So you’ll have to excuse Sam if his mouth is running a little dry at the thought that everything he thought he knew about magic so far was nothing but child’s play and that he’s about to gain insights into the good stuff.
The moment where Dean throws Rowena’s hex bag at Sam in 13x12 Various & Sundry Villains is even funnier to me now than ever before:
Ahem, anyway, let‘s return to Dean’s... divine fascination and take a closer look at both Dean and Sam in episode 2x13 Houses of the Holy (and it will actually tie back to Sam’s witch kink in the end as well).
I might have to move that second half of my musings into a separate Tumblr post, though, because I’m afraid I will reach the maximum number of allowed images per post in this one here soon.
#amaranthmeta#samwena#samwitch#sam x rowena#destiel#deancas#dean x castiel#sam winchester#dean winchester#rowena macleod#rowena#supernatural#spn#5x13#10x19#3x09#4x09#10x07#13x12#spn meta#sam x ruby
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Road to 4☆TOWN
part 60 | part 61 | part 62 | part 63
T stood on the side of the dance floor watching Z dance with his sister-in-law.
“Hey.” Olivia skipped over. “Why aren’t you out there with him?”
“There’s…a lot of people here.” T sighed. “I’m not used to big family events like this. It’s always been just me and my mom.”
“So you don’t have cousins?” Olivia asked. “Or aunts or uncles?”
“Nope.” T shrugged. “My mom’s an only child.”
Olivia stared up at him. “That’s a little sad. It sounds so lonely.” She looked back out at the dance floor. “I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have two older brothers to bug all the time.”
“Yeah, well lucky for me, I’ve got a little pest of my own.” T rolled his eyes.
“Huh?”
“Nothing.”
They both fell silent as they continued to watch everyone dance. T didn’t even notice himself beginning to smile as he watched Z have fun with his family.
“As dorky as he is, Bambi’s a pretty good dancer.” Olivia noticed him staring. “Me and him got our mom’s dancing skills. Meanwhile Lijah got Dad’s.” She gestured to her parents.
T winced. “Oh wow. And I thought my mom was embarrassing.” He looked at Olivia. “By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you, why do you call Z Bambi?”
“Because he looks like a deer in headlights every time he gets caught having a personality outside of being a composed athlete.” Elijah joined them. “Although, I must admit, he’s changed a lot since joining the band. I can’t help but think we have you to thank for that.”
“Well, it wasn’t just me.” T blushed and averted eye contact. “The whole band had a hand in it. Plus, I think he’s made peace with the fact that he’s not just some basketball kid. He’s a lot more than that.”
Olivia and Elijah both stared at him.
“Ooh, you like him.” Olivia teased. “You’ve got it bad.”
“Huh?” T looked down at her in confusion.
“If you want, I can head up to the front desk and ask about availability.” Elijah offered.
“What?!” T’s face turned redder. “No, I’m only 17. We’re, like, barely dating.”
“That look in your eye says otherwise.” Elijah nudged him. “I remember Mom telling me how she noticed the way I always looked at Kumiko, or even how I lit up when I was just talking about her.” He smiled. “That’s how I knew I was in lo—”
“OH GREAT, A MICHAEL JACKSON SONG!” T ran off frantically.
“Real smooth, Lijah.” Olivia smirked.
Elijah groaned. “I will get them to admit it tonight. I WILL!”
“Z!” T ran into the middle of the dance floor. “Babe, I need you to get me away from your siblings. Can we go back to the bathroom?”
Z paused for a moment. “You think I’m gonna walk away during a Michael Jackson song?” He started laughing. “That’s priceless.”
“Bambi!” Kumi hit his arm lightly. “Be nice to your boyfriend. Don’t you want a proposal?”
“KUMI!” Z blushed. “We’re only—I mean, we just—and—”
“See what I mean?” T nudged him.
“I know, but we can’t hide in the bathroom anymore cuz of that…thing that happened with my uncle.” Z’s eyes shifted uncomfortably.
Kumi giggled. “Yeah, he told me and Elijah about that. You guys should be more careful if you don’t wanna be too obvious.”
“The bathroom was empty.” T blushed and crossed his arms. “How were we supposed to know someone would walk in while we were making out?”
“WHY ARE YOU TELLING HER ABOUT IT?!” Z covered T’s mouth, blushing intensely.
T pushed his hand away. “She just said she knew about it, it’s too late.”
“Ugh,” Z rested his head on T’s shoulder, “I don’t think I can handle my family knowing about my relationship.”
Kumi scoffed. “Tell me about it. When my parents first met your brother, I hardly said two words the whole time.” She shook her head. “There’s something so uncomfortable about your family knowing you hold hands and kiss someone.” She gagged.
T narrowed his eyes. “But I thought you were all about that lovey-dovey junk.”
“Well, I am now cuz I got used to it.” Kumi waved a hand. “It took a lot of family events to get over the awkwardness, but it was worth it.”
“That’s because you didn’t have annoying siblings who intentionally embarrass you.” Z rolled his eyes.
“Ha!” Kumi laughed. “It’s like you’ve never met Kaito. All he ever does is embarrass me. He’s doing it right now.” She gestured to her 19 year old brother doing the running man.
“Ooh, why didn’t you tell me you have a hot brother?” T smirked, giving Z a playful side eye.
“T!” Z hit his arm, earning a chuckle.
“Awwww, you guys remind me of me and Lijah when we were first falling in love.” Kumi swooned. “One day, we’ll be standing on this very dance floor at your wedding. I just know it.”
T and Z stared at her.
“You wanna go dance to get away from her, too?” Z asked.
T nodded. “Yeah, definitely.”
#4town headcanons#4town fanfic#4town aaron t#4town z#4town robaire#4town jesse#4town taeyoung#turning red#turning red 4town#4town#4townie
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music review #2 - blowin' in the wind
rating: 10/10
song: blowin' in the wind
album: the freewheelin' bob dylan (1963)
artist: bob dylan
Originally published in the late May 1962 publication of Broadside Magazine, it is considered one of Dylan’s best compositions in his over 60-year career. Its iconic introductory line, “How many roads must a man walk down / Before you call him a man?”, has been sung by countless artists such as Stevie Wonder, Neil Young, and Mary Travers. This line can be interpreted in many different ways and contexts, but one way it can be interpreted is simply, how many experiences and how much life should a man have lived before he is considered an “adult”? Before he has the privileges that men have in our society? This can also be linked back to the Civil Rights Movement and how people of color, specifically Black people were not considered human and still are dehumanized to this day. The fact the tune is based off of an old slave protest song called “No More Auction Block for Me” emphasizes this idea even more. The next line I’d like to focus on is “Yes, and how many years can some people exist / Before they’re allowed to be free?”. Again, Dylan tackles slavery, and calls for the freedom of all oppressed individuals and groups. Dylan is clearly tired of white Americans and Europeans “deciding” when certain peoples are “allowed” to be free, and instead wishes that people who have existed for so long should finally just exist without prejudice. The next line of the song is also significant here; Dylan sings, “Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head / And pretend that he just doesn’t see?” -- and just a few lines later -- “Yes, and how many ears must one man have / Before he can hear people cry? [See Joan Baez’s “To Bobby”] / Yes, and how many deaths will it take ‘till he knows / That too many people have died?”. Here, he is actively calling out those who choose to ignore the oppressions that plague society. Within the context, it was likely written about the Vietnam war as Dylan was outwardly and adamantly anti-war in the early '60s, but can be interpreted to just about any atrocity in history. And finally, the refrain of the song; “The answer is blowin’ in the wind”. Dylan has said in reference to this song that people who choose to ignore the wars are the biggest criminals, and I believe here, he is saying that the answer is obvious, yet so many people actively ignore it. Obviously, from the very second one hears human suffering, their response should be to help, but so many stay neutral and act like they don’t have basic human decency or common sense. Neutrality is one of the biggest crimes in the eyes of 21-year-old Bob Dylan.
#music review#music reviews#album#albums#music#bob dylan#blowin' in the wind#the freewheelin' bob dylan#the freewheeling bob dylan#1963#60s music#folk music#folk#iris reviews#60s folk#iris' picks
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angel with a shotgun
Armin Arlert. Annie Leonhardt.
Zombie Apocalypse. Rainy Nights. Rescues.
2583 words.
(ao3.)
There’s no point in ignoring the obvious signs that something is wrong. There’s nothing remotely normal about a town that’s been on radio silence for an entire week. Despite his valiant efforts, every means to communicate with his grandfather doesn’t go through — not a call, not an email, nothing. The red notification in his phone reminding him that the message didn’t send has been taunting him for days.
So he makes his way west, driving his beat-up Civic down empty roads lined with coniferous trees. He doesn’t know what exactly to expect, but the fact that he doesn’t see any official signs warning him to turn back makes his stomach sink. It would have at least been more telling to see some kind of barricade on the way, or even an officer telling him to turn around.
But all he sees is empty roads. He doesn’t even see a car going in the opposite direction.
Typical to the Pacific Northwest, it begins to rain as the cloudy sky turns to night. He turns on the wipers and keeps going, knowing well that he’s less than an hour away from Trost.
In the midst of a pop song playing on the radio, he sees a light in the distance at the bottom of the trees. After a minute of driving, he sees that it’s a gas station. Knowing that he may not see another for god knows how long, he pulls over.
There’s nothing assuring about only one light being on at the station. If whatever’s wrong in Trost doesn’t kill him, then surely Jason Voorhees will.
At least the pumps are operational. As he fills his car’s tank, he keeps a watchful eye on his surroundings, just in case. The entire situation gives the ‘Must Pay Inside’ sign a darkly comic edge. He would’ve laughed had he not been internally dreading what’s to come.
Why he goes inside — however — is merely to investigate. He grabs the flashlight from his glove box and holds it with him as he opens the door.
The convenience store is an absolute mess. He had half-expected it to be raided and looted, but instead the shelves are toppled over, the camping gear is scattered around the floor, and in the air he can smell nothing — not even the artificial pine scent of the various vehicle fresheners.
He is about to leave the messy station when he hears something that makes his heart skip a beat.
Something crashes in the back of the store.
All of his senses dial up to eleven and he contemplates the consequences of finding the source of the sound. When he makes the choice to move forward, he just has to walk by the display of survival knives near the front counter, taking a hefty, sheathed blade for himself. Leave it to stores in the middle of the woods to carry such supplies.
He attaches the knife to his belt as he weaves through the knocked over shelves and scattered merchandise. He hears another crashing sound coming from the back. In the farthest corner of the store he sees a door just slightly ajar.
Taking in a breath, he treads as quietly as humanly possible, his canvas sneakers gently tapping the linoleum floor as he goes.
The door creaks on its hinges as it opens. He swallows as he shines his flashlight in the shop’s storage area. Rats eating crackers and corn nuts from the plastic packaging scurry when they are caught in the beam. In the corner of the room he sees something shining — after taking a few more steps forward, he sees that it’s some kind of badge…
…on a police uniform…
…which is still being worn by a person…
…or a former person.
Armin sucks in a breath as he kneels down to the corpse of a Trost PD officer. The nametag just under the badge says ‘Shadis.’
He shines his light on the body and the first thing he can see is the unearthly discoloration of the skin. He can't tell how long Officer Shadis has been here, but the cloudy eyes and the slack-jawed expression on its face tells him enough. The fact that there’s no visible sign of physical trauma or a bullet wound raises a flurry of questions that he’s afraid to find the answer to.
Armin looks down to see a handgun on Shadis’ palm. As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, he’s seen enough zombie movies to know that leaving it be would be a stupid idea.
He apologizes to the Officer as he takes the Glock, as well as the two spare magazines on the belt.
Two seconds after he puts the handgun and ammunition on his person, he feels something grab his shoulder.
Armin is pulled backwards and tossed to the floor. He’s lucky to not hit his head, but enough pain stings his elbows and shoulders for him to leave him disoriented. Then the moment he comes to, he looks forward and sees something jump towards him. The beam of his flashlight barely illuminates the storage area, and in the shadows sees someone — or something — jump on top of him.
Internally, he cannot deny it — when the creature leaps to him his brain registers it as a zombie. When it gets close to his face he can see the creature’s eerie pale skin tone — just like on Officer Shadis. The groaning noise it makes grates against his ears and Armin can’t even comprehend human lips even making that sound.
The zombie bares its teeth and tries to bite into Armin, its saliva dripping from the corners of its mouth. He tries to block it with his right while his left scrambles around his person trying to find his weapons. He is woefully inexperienced with firearms and isn’t able to draw the Glock, so his non-dominant hand struggles to find something — anything — to fight back with.
When his fingers find the hunting knife he had grabbed, which had fallen out during his tumble, he picks it off the floor and brings it to the zombie’s neck. He expects to see red gushing from the wound, but what comes out instead is green.
Which is not remotely any better.
For half a second Armin can feel the inhuman blood dripping onto his forehead. Fortunately, the zombie’s strength falters and he is able to kick it off, ripping the knife out of the neck wound in the process.
He gets onto his feet as fast as he can and dashes out of the storage area. Once he’s back in the main area of the store, his heart sinks when he sees three more zombies in his vicinity.
Armin sheaths his knife and grabs his Glock, praying to a god he doesn’t believe in that pointing and shooting will be all he needs to survive. The zombies are mercifully slow, moving with a gait characterized by unsteady legs and a lack of balance. Most of them are struggling to get across the knocked over shelves.
His heart is pounding in his chest as he hops around the fallen furniture and store structures, setting his eyes on one thing and one thing only.
Then when Armin arrives at the store’s side door, it suddenly bursts open. His heart skips a beat when he sees another person standing there.
It would have been a relief had the young woman not been holding a shotgun and pointing it right at his face.
Armin throws his hands in the air.
“DON’T SHOOT!”
“GET DOWN.”
Armin does what he’s told and drops to the ground. He barely has time to cover his ears before the sound of buckshot firing from a shell rips through the store.
He hears a sickening squelching noise behind him, then the sound of a shotgun pumping.
Armin stands up and the woman immediately gestures for him to come outside. He obeys without a word.
He only gets a brief look at his savior and has enough time to note that she’s short, blonde, and most likely around his age.
And somehow, she doesn’t seem to be infected.
Armin’s eyes look around the area, the heavy droplets from the sky instantly soaking him to the bone. In the flickering light of the gas station he sees even more zombies coming out of the trees — at least a dozen of them are closing in on the oasis of humanity in the middle of the forest.
“What the fuck?!!? There’s so many!”
Armin’s savior does not hesitate. She aims her shotgun at a zombie trying to escape the gas station to get to them and blows its brains out with a single shell.
In the meantime, Armin rushes to his car and gestures for her to follow.
“Come with me!” he tells her as he opens the front door. “Come on, before I regret this!”
His savior looks to him as she pumps her weapon. Her expression is stoic, but Armin can only see so many places on her person to store extra shells. There is another vehicle parked near the road with its lights on — presumably hers — but it is just too far and crowded by just too many zombies for her to risk the run.
So with a nod of her head she rushes to his car and gets into the passenger’s seat.
Armin turns on the vehicle just as she slams the door shut. For the first time in his life he pushes the pedal down as far as it will go and drives away from the light of the station, weaving through the incoming horde of zombies as he continues towards Trost.
A million things rush through his head and his heart beats so hard he swears it will burst out of his chest. What were those creatures? Where did they come from? Do they have anything to do with Trost being radio silenced for a week? And who is this girl with a shotgun just roaming around the Pacific Northwest?
In the darkness of the car, he spares a few glances towards his hero, taking in the way her long blonde hair drapes over her face, her prominent nose, and the deadened glare in her icy eyes.
“Do you know what those things are?” he asks. A part of him is desperate for any kind of answer.
The woman shrugs her shoulders. “Hell if I know.”
Armin nods his head. Keeping his eyes on the road, he awkwardly extends his right hand towards her. “I’m Armin, by the way, Armin Alert.”
She doesn’t shake his hand and avoids his gaze. “Annie.”
“Just Annie?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Armin is unbothered by her dry, sardonic tone. With so many things having happened to him in the last five minutes alone, a little sarcasm is practically heaven sent.
His eyes are wide as he watches the road. He’s nervous to blink, terrified that the second he closes his eyes he’ll re-live everything he’s just witnessed — the green goop seeping out of the knife wound, the inhumanly pale skin tone on the zombies, the way a human head could be reduced to mush with a single shotgun blast. Nothing in his life has prepared him for this.
To better distract himself, Armin speaks up. “I’m heading to Trost, just so you know.”
Annie gives a nod and pulls the hood of her sweater over her head. “Good, me too.” She pulls on the strings, perhaps to block him out.
“I assume you’re frustrated by the week-long radio silence, too, huh?”
There is a beat while Annie says nothing. All Armin hears is the raindrops hitting the roof of his car and the windshield wipers squeaking against the glass.
“My father’s there,” Annie soon answers.
Armin nods his head. “So is my granddad.”
“Could you take me to the police station?”
Intrigued, Armin looks away from the road to give her a confused glance. He notes her casual way of dress, from her spotless white hoodie to her jeans.
“Are you a cop?” he asks, curious.
“My father is.
There is another beat while Annie says nothing and Armin continues to drive. He’s holding the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles are going white. He begins to wonder if this constant quietude will be a recurring pattern for her. Witn his free hand, he reaches up to wipe the remaining rain off his face. When he looks at his palm, the streak of green does nothing to quell the anxious knot tightening inside of him.
Leaving his small town for college all those years ago was either the worst choice in the world or the best he’s ever made.
“You might find the means to track down your grandfather there, too,” Annie suddenly says after a bout of silence.
When Armin looks at her again, he lets out a sigh of relief. That just might be the most assuring thing he’s heard all day. With his childhood home being on the farthest end of town, the police station just might be worth stopping at. If anything, he can probably find answers to the plague there.
In his heart, Armin is terrified to keep going — he’s already expecting the worst. But sucking in a breath, he puts on the face of bravery he’s been wearing since he was a boy and keeps his foot on the pedal.
“Sounds like a plan,” he agrees. When he looks at her again, his voice is softer. “So if you’re not a cop, where’d you get that shotgun?”
“This is America,” Annie replies, deadpan.
Armin’s not sure if she’s being serious. In another life, he’d have some kind of insightful comment or even a quip of his own in response. But now, all he can do is look forward and keep driving, wondering when the edge of Trost will show itself in the darkness.
Annie is still holding the weapon, her finger off the trigger and the barrel pointing away from her and Armin. He may not be in the know with firearms, but from what he can tell it’s a standard model, a healthy medium between being tailored for skeet-shooting, hunting, or home-defense.
Due to the collapsible stock the shotgun is slightly manageable in the confines of the car. Annie’s apparent experience with firearms is absolutely an asset. It’s certainly a lot more than Armin’s — despite growing up near the forest, he couldn’t even bear the mere thought of hunting.
“There was a hunting shop a few miles east,” she eventually explains with a lot less bitterness. “It was looted. This was all I could find.”
When Armin looks at her again, he finds her looking at him back. He hadn’t expected her eyes to be so blue.
“Uh… thanks for saving me, by the way,” he soon says. He wishes he could find it in himself to smile at her, but right now his thoughts are running at a million miles an hour.
Annie nods her head. “You’re welcome.”
For a second, Armin wonders if he’s sweating bullets or if it was raining harder than he thought. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
Annie’s wit returns when she replies — “Sure you will.”
Armin inhales and tries not to sound like he’s sighing. As he drives deeper into the dark, he wonders if letting the Angel with a Shotgun into his car would be the start of a beautiful friendship or the beginning of his doom?
#aruani#armin arlert#annie leonhardt#annie leonhart#snk#keith shadis#zombie apocalypse au#enjoy the resident evil vibes
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okay here it is nobody asked for it BUT. my top 10 George Harrison tracks
10. Hari's on Tour (Express)/Simply Shady
I am simply cheating immediately and smushing these tracks together because I love the opening to Dark Horse so much and Hari's on Tour is such a great instrumental track that is SO well followed up by Simply Shady. I almost just put Hari's on Tour on here alone because I am so enamored by the double meaning in the title and the idea of Hari as a little nickname for George that he called himself there. It's also such a great example of what George is best at as a guitar player- using his slide guitar as a voice in the music. Simply Shady is such an emotional track and the audio and vocal quality so perfectly supports the message and lyrics. It's just a great composition and sets the tone for the album so well. I couldn't embed them both so please go listen to Simply Shady if you haven't
9. Dark Horse- Live in Japan / 1991
The first but not the last Live in Japan recording on this list. I like this live version even more than the album because I feel like his voice rises above the music more. My main complaint about George's overall catalogue is honestly that sometimes his vocals are too low in the mix, which is why I think I like his live album so much. I prefer the production on it. I also just love the quality of his voice here and the energy behind it. Dark Horse also a great underrated song.
8. Cosmic Empire- Day 2 Demo / Take 1
I love this song as a stripped down folkier version as opposed to the full album. I love his voice and volume dynamic changes in the demo work so well for me. Also just the phrase cosmic empire... hits right.
7. Any Road
Brainwashed is an incredible album and this song is a bop and I love the message and lyrics and also LOVE the story behind it which is that George and Dhani were walking in Hawaii and saw a sign saying something along the lines of the lyric "if you don't know where you're going, any road will take you there". The fact this was written and recorded so close to the end of George's life makes me love and appreciate the lyrics even more, and the care Dhani took to produce it makes me emotional.
6. Isn't it a Pity - Day 1 Demo / Take 2
Similarly I just like to hear George's voice more than the whole production. The lyrics to this song devastate me but I don't really need to explain why anything on All Things Must Pass is good. I was torn between the demos and full versions for every one of them. I love these freaking demos. Also this was almost the I Dig Love or Awaiting on You All or Run of the Mill demos.
5. Give Me Love - Live in Japan / 1991
I LOVE hearing George sing this live. It feels like a prayer and a plea and it has gotten me through some rough rough days. This song means too much for me to say much more about it. It just is.
4. All Things Must Pass
Do I need to explain?
3. Behind that Locked Door
I love that this song was for Bob- it made it a 1000x better than I even initially thought it was to find that out. It's such a heartfelt message to sing so sweetly to a friend. Impassioned loving pleas to a friend should be a more common theme in music. I cry every time and I also just love the gentle winding quality of George's voice on this track. It's my favorite off of All Things Must Pass.
2. Crackerbox Palace
This was very very nearly my favorite, but my love of it is also informed by my love of the music video, and this is really a list about the music. I love the silly whimsicality of this song, and the funky slide guitar that is so classically George. I like his goofy voice and the way he bends it all around. One of my favorite things about George as an artist is how unique his vocal is. I am a long time appreciator of an interesting vocal performance over a technically pretty one, and the funkier George gets with his sound the more I love it. "May have no other choice than to deport you" and "no matter where you roam know my love is true" have two of my favorite deliveries of ALL TIME in pop music. I also think that as goofy of a song this can appear to be, the message itself is really comforting and true and just speaks more to how George saw the world. It's easy to feel seen and understood in his world. YOU'RE a part of Crackerbox Palace.
1.Here Comes the Sun - Live in Japan / 1991
Cheesy as all hell to have a Beatles song as number one, especially THIS of George's Beatles songs, but the way that he sang it on this tour tears me to shreds and heals me all at once. Obviously I have known Here Comes the Sun since I was very young- so I was shocked to suddenly feel like I understood the message anew when I heard this version for the first time. I had never thought about it or connected to it in the way that I do now. I know he didn't tour a lot, but I really love George as a live performer. I'm so grateful we have this album. I feel so connected to him and his music within it.
Tell me your favorite George tracks please I love to talk about him and his music <3
#I know nobody needed this but I felt like saying it#george harrison#the beatles#dark horse#brainwashed#all things must pass#george harrison live in japan#eric clapton#here comes the sun#33 1/3#op#it was actually really hard not to put if not for you on this list too#all things must pass is tough bc it could just be the whole list its such a fantastic albu#thinking of that post thats like if i were john or paul i would have killed myself when it came out#Spotify
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Thanks for the tag @oh-no-another-idea!
My words are: split, stain, smirk, and sure.
I've lost my list of people to tag in these, so I'll have this as an open tag. Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in this or future games. Your words are: Undead, Past, Revenge, and Hold.
Split:
(a scene from Deja Vu, a scrapped story)
Phin takes a moment to get his bearings so he doesn't get lost, realizing he's where Song's fatal accident had happened, would happen. He takes in the surrounding area, surveying for anywhere he could use as cover should Song not want company on his walk that night. His eyes glance at the street and he tries to convince himself the dark spot in the middle of the road and stain on the yellow pain was melted asphalt or spilled paint. Anything but what it could actually be.
While looking across the street, the sun is suddenly darkened and the street is only illuminated in street lights. His legs and lungs feel as though he'd just been running, but he'd been fine just a moment ago. He looks around to see Song sprinting across the street without looking. Phin calls out to his friend, trying to make him stop. Song does and turns towards Phin, his look of confusion being illuminated by a black truck's headlights as it speeds down the road. In his confusion, Song realizes the truck barrelling towards him too late.
A split second before the truck hits Song again, Phin blinks and is met with the bright summer sun when he opens his eyes. It seems only a moment passed, but everything had seemed so real. Phin must have tried to save Song before, becoming the cause of his friend's death.
Stain:
(Part of a scene written for Shadow of Doubt)
Kit faces the table in front of him again, right thumb gently rubbing the light blue cat collar in his hand. Milo hadn't gotten the chance to wear it. Tears sting his eyes and a few escape just thinking about his beloved pet. It's all his fault...
"Kit?"
He forces himself to look at Freidy, broken from his thoughts by her voice. Kit's posture becomes smaller as they barely hold back tears, his eyes already red and wet from crying. Unable to continue looking at Friedy, he drops his head to stare blankly at the table between them.
"Yes. I'm-I'm okay."
Freidy's face is full of sympathy and pity in equal parts. "Are you sure you don't want to get checked out at the hospital?" Her eyes glance at where he'd been stabbed only a couple hours ago, the blood staining his shirt barely hidden by his arms.
Kit shakes his head quickly, tightening his arms' grip on himself. "They said it... it isn't as bad as it looks... I-I'm just so scared...I don't know what else to do..."
Smirk:
I couldn't find this one, so I believe that is a fun fact.
In a few of my stories, there's a lot of talk about ascension and the stages of ascension. Not all people in the universe are able to ascend to immortality because the stages are more difficult to achieve the higher your stage. Most people don't even reach the first stage.
Bonus: The stages of ascension.
Infamous standing
Kingdom recognition
Primordial recognition
Heroic recognition
Immortal recognition
Fable and Lore
Ascension
Sure:
(A short scene written for Dread Secrets. )
There was, of course, proof that a battle had taken place. A vicious and violent one at that. The burned and ruined buildings had all nearly broken down. Time and the elements finishing the job of ensuring anyone who survived would not be able to take shelter or easily hide. The whole place was damp with fog and sorrow, despondent and heavy. Some of the buildings seemed to lean against the nearby trees in an effort to stay standing, as if expecting someone to need their services to shelter from the elements.
From the look of things, this place had not seen or felt life, save for the plants and shrubs that clung to and grew into wherever they could get a foothold, since the siege. Yet, despite its looks, it felt as though something were nearby. Perhaps more than one thing, hiding in the shadows and trees surrounding the group. Whether these things knew the living were there or not, Xiang could not be sure. He only knew the hair on the back of his neck had not stopped standing on end since before they had even stepped foot in the Dread Kingdom.
#tag games#Shay's writing#Shay WIP: Dread Secrets#Shay WIP: Shadow of Doubt#Shay Universe of Exalos#Shay WIP: Deja Vu (scrapped)#Find the word tag#writblr
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