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Lights, Camera, Action
Pairing: Lando Norris x director!reader
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f1wags Meet YN YLN! YN is a successful Hollywood director and producer with movies like Barbie (producer), Boston Strangler (director), and Little Women (director) under her belt. Earlier this afternoon in a Tweet, a fan working as a makeup artist on an undisclosed movie set claimed to see McLaren driver Lando Norris on set with a bouquet of sunflowers.
An hour later YN posted a a picture of a bouquet of sunflowers to her Instagram story with the caption "Pleasant surprise at lunch 🥰" (pictured above). Could it just be a coincidence? Sure. But we may soon have a new WAG in the paddock!
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marissa.lancaster4 Hi! I'm the fan that posted that Tweet. Because of the NDAs that I have signed as a part of my employment I cannot say what movie I am working on nor who the director is. But I can confirm after speaking with several of my coworkers that it was Lando I saw on set earlier today.
f1wags Please DM me if you have any more information that you can share!
mickieslaren Am I the only one that gets a bit weirded out by how we treat celebrities' love lives like this? Maybe Lando was visiting a friend or something. Either way it's none of our business what he was doing on set
landoslove It is a bit odd but, then again, both Lando and YN live in the public eye. There are always going to be little things like this that get scrutinized
mickieslaren I just wish they could have a bit of privacy is all
landoslove That makes sense. But this is out of our control
nowinsnorris YN is literally so stunning. Lando has some serious game if this is true
landoslove He's trying so hard to beat the norizz allegations
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yourusername Halfway through filming! I have a never ending supply of sunsets and sunflowers 🌅🌻
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florencepugh Come to my hotel room I have a mini champagne bottle I can't get rid of by myself
yourusername I'm omw
simuliu Am I invited?
florencepugh Sure we need someone to supervise I suppose
americaferrara Go do incredible things! Cannot wait to get my eyes on this once its done
yourusername There's a bucket of popcorn with your name on it!
landoslove Sunflowers she says? 👀
nowinsnorris She's not as slick as she thinks she is
haveyougotpubesyet No bc I'm confident Lando would follow YN around like a lost puppy in the paddock
landoslove I cannot wait for this to get proven real
mickieslaren Or we could just leave them alone and let them live their lives
haveyougotpubesyet We're not harming them, just having meaningless fun trying to connect invisible dots
landoslove Yeah. We're not, like, cyber bullying them or anything
mickieslaren I'm just saying it probably can't feel great to have random people poking around in your love life
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landonorris Ready to rock 🤘🏎
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oscarpiastri We really need a McLaren emoji
landonorris 🍑?
oscarpiastri I'm taking your phone away
landonorris 😨
carlossainz55 Welcome back to the real world
landonorris I don't like it I wanna go back
charles_leclerc We have the easiest lives ever get it together. Both of you
landonorris Yes, father. Carlos come get your teammate
carlossainz55 Nah, this could get fun
landoslove SANTA MONICA
landoslove YN just posted from Santa Monica
nowinsnorris This is me not getting my hopes up buuuuut YN is a director and she lives in California...
landoslove Lalalalala I can't hear anything lalalalala
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yourusername Out of the studio for the back half! So unbelievably happy to be back in Australia 🦘🌏
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simuliu Yeah yeah pretty pictures can you come kill the spider in my room now please?
simuliu YN I'm serious, I've been texting you for 30 minutes I know you're seeing these
simuliu YN IM NO LONGER ASKING
yourusername @/florencepugh do you hear anything?
florencepugh Nope. All quiet. Not a peep
simuliu Very funny. When I die who are you going to get to finish your movie?
yourusername I am on my way to humanely get the scary spider out of your room and put it outside
simuliu Hurry up it's staring at me
florencepugh With how many eyes?
nowinsnorris I'm already in love with her. I might love her more than I love Lando
landoslove YN YLN - Daniel Ricciardo team up 👀
ynsaction I've never been one to gatekeep but if these F1 delulus keep coming near my wife I will actually lose my mind
yn.florence No literally! She is a feminist icon who has said multiple times in interviews that she's not looking for a partner and focusing on directing and producing. Pls stop shoving her into a WAG box
ynsaction I'll always welcome more YN fans but every other word in these comments is about Lando Norris. I'm about to scream
landoslove Hi, sorry isn't feminism about women being able to do whatever they want? YN is allowed to change her mind if she met the right person
yn.florence If you'd been paying attention you'd know the last interview she made her wishes clear in was a week ago which, according to the calendar, is after people started trying to tie her to Nowins or whatever his name is
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landonorris Good to be back! We'll continue to work and push and get stronger as the season goes on. Thanks for having me, Australia! 🦘
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oscarpiastri The garage used to be so quiet
landonorris You missed me, admit it
carlossainz55 Bit rusty there, mate
landonorris Says the man who got his third consecutive P4 finish. You ever gonna bump up to the podium?
carlossainz55 At least I finished in the points
charles_leclerc Guys I cannot keep doing this please
landoslove My boy is back and better than ever
haveyougotpubesyet He looked so happy to be back!
nowinsnorris I'm gonna have to change my username this year, aren't I?
landoslove YES YOU ARE
norizz481 Here's hoping I get to change mine too
landoslove YOU'RE BOTH GOING TO HAVE TO CHANGE USERNAMES I'M SPEAKING IT INTO THE UNIVERSE
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yourusername A week and a half left of filming and I cannot wait to celebrate all we've accomplished with these two! Behind the scenes dump coming soon 😉
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americaferrara Congrats all of you! So so unbelievably proud
yourusername Wish you could've been along with us on this ride! See you soon my love
florencepugh My favorite project in a long time! Let's finish this out strong!
simuliu No not that picture 😭
yourusername Listen, it's too good not to share with the world
simuliu I'm a superhero, I don't need this kind of harassment
yourusername Cope
ynsaction This one is going to be so so good I'm physically vibrating I need it
yn.florence Mother! She's going to win yet another Oscar for this one, I can feel it
ynsaction Our girl don't need no child race car driver
nowinsnorris I'm becoming such a huge fan of YN. She and Lando would be perfect for each other
landoslove Shhhhh you'll scare the fragile film girlies
ynsaction God, the f1 delulus are back. I was hoping we got rid of them
yn.florence I don't think we're that lucky
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f1wags Picture taken of Lando this morning in Perth, Australia coming out of a florist shop. Not pictured is a bouquet of sunflowers. This is the second time this month that Lando has been spotted with a bouquet of sunflowers.
Lando has been linked to director YN YLN who is wrapping up her new film in Perth. Only time will tell if YN posts some sunflowers in the coming days 👀
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haveyougotpubesyet He is the definition of boyfriend material I swear to god
landoslove Getting closer and closer to beating the norizz allegations
landoslove IS HE BRINGING HER SWEETS TOO??? This boy is going to be the death of me
nowinsnorris What do I need to do to get myself a Lando
mickieslaren Just reminding everyone that Lando does in fact have sisters who were in attendance at the race this weekend and may also enjoy getting sunflowers from their brother
landoslove Jesus, take your negativity away from us who are trying to have fun
mickieslaren Yeah it's fun for you now but what about Lando who is trying to go about his day without having some delusional fangirl losing their mind over him buying sunflowers? If you were really a fan of his you would let him live his life
landoslove He's a celebrity! His fans are just trying to connect to him
mickieslaren When I hear that Lando has gotten a restraining order against a fan I will not be surprised when you suddenly get very quiet
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yourusername This is where the fun begins 🎞 Three months of editing coming up
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florencepugh Im omw with more coffee
yourusername I love you
americaferrara Ahh keep the Excedrin close by
yourusername There's a whole bottle in the corner
simuliu I hope you're making me look good
yourusername Yes, I'm including the scene where the spider crawled up your arm and you screamed like a baby
simuliu You're definitely my favorite director, I love working with you
yourusername You are also definitely the star of this movie and have more screen time than Flo
simuliu Hey, I will always be willing to have less screen time than Flo
ynsaction YES I have been missing YN editing content so bad recently
ynsaction She is such a mood when she's editing she gets so unhinged
landoslove Unhinged YN editing plus Lando being generally unhinged 👀
ynsaction Jesus give it a rest already
yn.florence I, for one, am chasing to focus on incoming unhinged YN posts
nowinsnorris LANDO'S IN THE LIKES EVERYONE
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landonorris So close to a podium finish! We'll make adjustments as needed and push on. See you in Miami!
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oscarpiastri So my days of quiet garage are definitely over?
landonorris You're stuck with me forever, mate
carlossainz55 Good luck, Oscar
landonorris WOW
landonorris @/charles_leclerc your teammate is being mean to me
charles_leclerc You think I have control over him?
ynsaction Not YN in the likes I had such high hopes
landoslove Genuine question; why are you against her finding someone she likes to be with?
ynsaction I'm not against her finding someone she likes to be with, I'm against all Lando's fans trying to shove her into a WAG box when she's spoken so much about not wanting a partner at the moment. Especially when it was as soon as a month ago
landoslove Okay, that's valid. But we're not trying to shove her into a box. This is just harmless shipping. I'm sure you do it with fictional characters you like
ynsaction YN is an idol to me. I'm protective over her, I'm sorry if I've been bitchy
landoslove I've been bitchy too, I apologize as well
mickieslaren I still don't like pushing into celebrity love lives
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yourusername First time out of the studio since editing started. Thank you @/f1 for hosting me!
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f1 Anything for our favorite director!
florencepugh Did you see The Guy???? 👀
yourusername It's not too late to make the movie about Simu
simuliu YES... I mean, yeah did you see The Guy???? 👀
yourusername You're both blacklisted from my film sets
mclaren Give us a heads up next time you come! We'll set you up in the garage!
yourusername Oh that would be incredible! Thank you so so much!
ynsaction She always looks so adorable I am in love with her
yn.florence Mother is Mothering
ynsaction all hail
haveyougotpubesyet McLaren sipping after her too now
ynsaction Who wouldn't simp after her tbh
landoslove Just soft launch already
landoslove Florence and Simu chirping her about seeing The Guy I'm DYING
nowinsnorris The Guy is 100% Lando. It has to be at this point
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charles_leclerc You caught me so off guard
carlossainz55 Best picture in the middle tbh
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yourusername Beautiful day in Monaco made even more beautiful by this wonderful boy! Congratulations, @/landonorris I'm so proud of you!
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florencepugh THE GUY. SHE PULLED THE GUY.
simuliu YESSSS NO MORE LATE NIGHTS DRUNK TALKING ABOUT HIM
yourusername Way to call me out, guys, thanks for that. You do remember I'm technically your boss right?
florencepugh Movie wrapped, love. You can't tell us what to do anymore
simuliu At least until we sign on for another one of your projects
landonorris Awww you drunk talked about me 🥰
yourusername I'll chase you
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landonorris I have the best date for the party @/yourusername
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yourusername Best weekend ever
landonorris Only because you were here
oscarpiastri Here's hoping the garage will be quiet again
landonorris No shot but nice try
yourusername I'll do my best to keep him quiet for you
oscarpiastri YN is my new favorite
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lando.jpg You have a movie coming out tomorrow. I am so incredibly proud of you @/yourusername. Everything we've been through together, I cannot believe what a kind, strong, beautiful woman you are. I love you, I can't wait to see what you're going to do next
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yourusername I love you so so much, darling. Thank you for being there through everything
lando.jpg My dream woman
florencepugh Yes!!!! Drinks on Simu at the afterparty!
simuliu Drinks on me!!!
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Again I draw how father and son are hugging, but this time the father does not have a gun behind his back, THANK YOU (a reference to the fact that I drew a moment from the ending of FarCry6)
Before the spoilers I will write a "SPOILER", before that the text without spoilers
AAAAAAAAA I.. I have already spammed the entire offtop in VK and Twitter with emotions! I've never cried over a game so much in my life. Even over the last part of GoW, even over those games that I also immensely love.
But the most important thing is that I have never cried SO much with happiness in my life. Not from grief, not from pain or fear. But from happiness and love. I've never experienced anything like this so much. My great respect to Santa Monica Studio.
Usually, when I like the game so much, I roll up a write of pages of criticism, (yes, you saw how I reviewed FarCry6 and the DLC for it), but here I surprisingly have nothing to say. With the exception of comments about the overload and prolongation of the game by events and too frequent monotonous battles. But these are just remarks, and not so weighty disadvantages that I drop the game.
We have already joked with friends about some similar parallels between GoW and FC6, from dictatorship and uprisings, to character relationships, and agreed that GoW is an example of how it was necessary to build emotional cutscenes and the plot as a whole in FC6. Ubisoft, please learn.
And of course it's a pity for the cut-out content with Sinmara. Thanks to her, Atreus could again evoke controversial feelings, show himself from an interesting side, and Kratos' words about the heart would play stronger. It would be possible to shorten any quests like collecting pear or going for the moon and thanks to this dont cut-out Sinmara, but we have what we have.
After all, GoW is one of the most powerful, in my opinion, in terms of the concept and its artistic interpretation, the game. Scandinavian mythology is a very popular topic, but the way developers adapt it, intertwine the plot and gameplay, make incredible designs and environments, bright characters is priceless in the gaming industry.
And that's all I could say about criticism. And if I start to remember and look for all the little things, including replicas that I liked so much, then I really will roll 20 pages again, but I don't need it... So if you want to see how I yelled from certain points, they are in the twitter @TeronsCock and maybe I will still draw something. Moreover, I am already bursting with headcannons as I returned to Midgard 4 years later, not without the help of Heath or Tobeas, as always, and again went all this way and emotions with characters that I already missed from the last time. Well, this time my friends are with me, who can even nullify Kratos' patience :)
SPOILER NEXT
Another note - I've also never cried in my life from the fact that the character just stayed alive
I had previously jumped with happiness and screamed like hell when Vaas turned out to be alive, when Pagan did not die in the end. But that's exactly CRYING so hard, this is the first time.. Literally since 2018, I've been waiting for Kratos to die, all the characters have been waiting and afraid, and we're with them, and in the end I'm just.... AAAAAAA
I haven't seen such a happy ending even in a Disney movie
..... I just love these characters and the game
#art#fanart#review#game review#god of war#god of war ragnarok#kratos#atreus#god of war kratos#god of war atreus#headcanons
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EXPERIMENTAL PROGRAM
By St Barths Human Research-
Extreming – total destruction therapy. –
‘You claim Therapy or you will get nothing back!’
Paid for by USA 62 mill
Brussels 7 mill.
After lab St Barths Human Research set off security alarms at Santa Monica beaming our lives to their sister lab New York- of our lives without our knowledge- looped and was picked up all over the world, Buck Palace, Eton, Military receivers, Sky REUTER etc
They owed high compensation so decided to ‘’phase out ‘’ of life.. unbeknown to us-
Hence decided to make their own film, Studio - labarynths of BBC with a second porn starlet and supplant my head. Had to use BBC as their voice throwers go through Emley Moor-
AS IT ALL GOES THROUGH EMLEY MOOR, THE BBC,-Horowitz- FOREIGN COUNTRIES- Spain Valenia, South Africa, Austria, Germany Berlin and Ehrfurt, China Beijing and more- There is no denying – as it can be taken to the U.N.
‘We needed someone very strong (you are survivor of a bad refugee past) to prove all the highly dangerous and criminal tasks set to our operatives on remote- but vulnerable so their complaints would not be heard..we thought you would sink without a trace..but we will return all we take from you.. later’. AS YOU ARE A FORMER REAL REFUGEE YOU ARE USED TO ABUSE AND HORROR-
Lynne op. EVERYTHING CAN BE TRACED. I took about £500
Steven boss, came in each day saying- how many atrocities today?
Began harassment in 1983- in family home in Scunthorpe Lincolnshire —GP made lewd suggestion about my constant headaches and gave our name to lab when I refused to come to Surgery anymore (this same GP had caused me many problems at the birth of my first child- Dr Leech Frodingham Rd Surgery, Scunthorpe- I sent letters once I realised and tried to get through by phone, without success)
Harassment so bad in Sheffield, I moved to London thinking it some local group of lunatics- leaving my sons here, as I thought in safety, even at Sheff. Poly, Sheff Uni Writers group, they never stopped, I was getting panic attacks.
I was wrong, it was a London group, beaming from Jessops Hospital.
They had orders to destroy everything I did- I left Sheffield BE’d for RGN training, my doctor (Abdulah) sent them a list of illnesses, including HEP B from my childhood in refugee camps- I got consistent 90-97% I was sacked after four months – because of my Blood – Newham Hospitals. I wouldn’t like to describe what went on there!
Later they put m/s, they were trying to confuse me, get me into a hospital and intended to walk around my bed talking –
BBC TV was used- ie microsound BBC5 explained on a Saturday morning- breaking up sound and replacing it with sound from the lab.
TWO LOTS OF DEATH THREATS OVER TV.. from the lab.
Their satellite over the whole country.
They contact one member of each establishment and tell them they will ‘experiment’ not what they do, then do as they please..
Foreign Countries paid to send research workers to London to use us- Berlin/ Hungary/ South Africa/ France, Canada etc watch us at home and everywhere 24 hours a day-
Ie Werner – I tied your computer to lab computer.. so they remove from with your folders at will..
All crimes called ISSUES:
m/s- We cause friction, do not allow you to sort it out and see what happens-
Each operative who came into the lab had to punish me for crimes on file then add another crime. (we will put all our own crimes on and punish you for them- turn the whole thing round- their spin doctors- Myer Edgeware Rd London. John and Lauren (she filled in the so called voluntary forms) of Redbridge (same street as Milliband), Simon and wife Jean Beaumond who uses all my work painted and written for her ‘’new career’’ oper Simon told her it was his first wife’s work
ie first crime- child molesting as members of gov use children for sex.. and so on….
Automatic pass if using this secret diabolic program
Last decade- eleven Pakistanis ops..particularly sadistic..
Lords permit to close all loopholes—
DEGREE-EDUCATION
CREATIVE- we send her images out and guarantee sale to those who use them- all lab and families have used them../Over played Sheff Art College-
INSURANCES
PRIVACY
MENTAL AND PHYSICAL ABUSE DAILY
GUIDED THEFTS AND INVOLUNTARY ACTIONS
FAMILY
HOUSE
each operative is trained how to remote open locked doors, how to tune to thieve, how to roll money out of bank accounts for themselves—
Lab calls it ‘tuning people- and cyber men’ fed into their brain to break in and steal and what they have to steal, careful directed by lab.
Theft from homes constant: doors opened by laser by lab, this week Pakistani operative -- THIS VERY WEEK 23rd Feb- two poetry books one by my computer about my trip to Russian and Germany, waiting to be typed out, one from my bedroom above the wardrobe, have been stolen- they say white girl a few doors up the road.. ‘’just come through—you will miss quite a few things now, I stole a lot of things, I am repeating the past thefts..’’ m/s – carol three doors up to you- we are supposed to cover the old west Indian mental problems guy they used to rob you with white girls to make it look better. I have thrown better things away than what you have got.’
ADAM KAHN Hinde House Lane broke in- box under my computer – nine text books full of family stories, letters to my ex, poems, plus Art College diary- all taken.
Two girls a couple of doors up come in and steal when they want, lab says: one sketch book, one study in black and clothes.. TUNED By Lab Operative KAUSER…. The last lot of robberies were for ALYSON who used a lot of your work
This lot of robberies is for GEMMA who was sent a load of your work to use with guarantees..
WENSLEY MAN- from mental health so they use him for most of stealing
African Zulu statue brought by my ex husband thirty years ago, present- Psalter lane art literature exam work, (Picasso) painting of African mask by me forty yrs ago and many more paintings and poetry books
FENCE from Firth Park, small chubby blonde…
Certs from China, Roman Catholic gold plates from China
EARL MARSHAL ROAD thief, entered many times, family photos, Russian wooden boxes fifty years old, packed to send to grandchildren, Russian cards from boxes
PHONE
Always tapped, sometimes they speak over-
BANKING
All banks had amounts rolled off- to where ever I switched them.
Operatives take money for themselves
Leave lab monitor on constantly- so know all bank numbers, use them as they wish-
Op. Kauser £150 from Barclays. And many of my goods Home Studio Sold my goods on E-Bay Artists paints etc give my things to their children to play with-
All banking transactions tricks tried, tell one director closing gaps- on our account
AIRPORT
Going to Beijing for year to teach, suitcase taken off tarmac- to lab.
20 silk and satin shirts, life time collecting, teaching books, paints (£400) brushes, CD’s etc
Left in Beijing with only the clothes I stood up in for one month till first pay- often had to go to classroom in wet clothes.
The operatives take my stuff home: Annabell, Amina, Kauser and others-
PENSION
POST
A friend of lab on government didn’t get his post so all MY post taken constantly
Very latest: this week, letters to Russian friends, book to grandsons . not sent only one, from which operative took out some of the contents. They put things over the television programms constantly-
I only get bills---
They have: sent to wrong addresses, shredded, taken home, taken letters out of envelopes, used for their writers- etc
All friendships destroyed except America—even there box of photocopies of some of my poetry taken
LUGGAGE SENT ACROSS COUNTRIES
Stopped at Bristol three weeks for no reason, several boxes ‘taken’- Luggage to China by courier, always take something-
They got some sort of order to steal my things, teaching books etc
BILLS swapped about and lied about-
Ie. I was in Germany, but received a massive Gas bill- lab says they send my tiny one to an English couple and I got theirs, central heating- My house did/does not have central heating..
Electricity, I paid before going abroad, on return demand el. Cut off if I don’t apy instantly £75 (I never get into debt)
Sons bills boosted up, two ops admit to this, to get them into serious debt- as they were used by lab as small boys -
COLLEGES
FABRIC OF LIFE
COMPUTER
Werner of Germany tied my computer to lab computer so they can deselect as they wish Watch constantly, so know all log ins- take out poems and other such for their friends to use BETA POETS and POETRY. COM
De-select emails going out and coming in, especially for jobs, to family etc
At the moment Shaun Kenny, eldest son Australia and his family totally blocked.
BOOKS
Wayne threw about 80 of my books into a disused Warehouse in London.
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ghostin'
chapter sixteen
(table of contents)
(chapter fifteen)
july 4, 1976
be my mistake
Ellie balanced a variety of liquor bottles in her arms. Some were for her to take home, others were for the party later that night. Carolyn had asked her—practically begged on her knees—to get some and shoved a shopping list in her hands.
In an attempt to look at her watch and check the time, two bottles had begun to slip. Just before one could shatter to the linoleum tiled floor, a hand rushed in and grabbed it for her. Roger's face quickly became familiar to her as her entire body relaxed. Major embarrassment had been avoided.
"Thanks, Rog." Ellie exhaled.
"I told you not to carry so many bottles. Or at least get a basket." Roger said, guiding them toward the checkout line.
"I thought I'd be able to make it," she replied simply, letting a few bottles fall onto the belt as she adjusted the others she had been holding. Roger reached out and stood the remaining bottles up as they moved down closer to the cashier stood opposite them.
"Can I see some ID, please?" The teenager asked, stopping the belt, the bottles clinking against each other as a result.
Ellie scoffed, starting to pull her wallet from the small handbag that had been slung over her shoulder. Roger stepped in instead, handing over his own ID before Ellie could even get her wallet out.
"You the guy from Queen?" the boy asked upon further inspection, handing Roger back his identification. The blond nodded curtly, not wanting to be too loud about his identity. "Rock'n'roll, man." He eyed up Ellie, who smiled at him sweetly, just waiting for the items to get scanned so they could leave.
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"Why didn't you let me show my ID?" Ellie asked, handing Roger the wad of cash Carolyn had given her for the drinks while they carried the two paper bags clinking with alcoholic beverages back to her car.
"Didn't want him seeing your address." he shrugged, reaching in his pocket for his pack of cigarettes after placing the bags in the backseat.
Before lighting up, he offered Ellie a cigarette, motioning the box toward her and she decidedly took one, placing it between her lips as Roger came forward with his lighter, firing up the cancer stick as she started the car.
"Very gentlemanly of you, Rog."
"Always." he chuckled, rolling the passenger window down as he exhaled the nicotine from his lungs. He looked around the vehicle as the bottles made their existence known behind them. "What kind of car is this?" he asked.
"A P1800. Volvo. My parents got it for my 18th birthday. Neat, isn't it?"
"Very," Roger replied, running his hand over the dashboard, "You talk to Jimmy recently?"
Ellie paused, "yeah. We spoke a few days ago. Not much to talk about, though, since neither of us are doing shows. We're relatively boring people." she chuckled, taking a drag and tapping the remnants of the cigarette out the window.
"Right right. Zep's newest album was great."
"Oh, you heard it?" she asked, reflecting on the fact that not even she had heard it yet. Somehow she felt guilty about it.
"Yeah, I mean, like the energy. Great great great. He produced, right?"
"Always. I like that he produces the band's records. Really keeps the integrity within the band, you know? Like it's truly their vision that's being put out."
"I thought the one song..." he paused, searching for the name, "Tea for One! It sounded a bit like their other song from a few years back. Gosh what was the name..." Roger trailed off, snapping his fingers as he racked his mind for the title. Ellie pulled into her driveway as Roger pondered, "Ah! Since I've Been Loving You."
The two exited the vehicle and tossed their cigarettes before reaching into the backseat for the various drinks they'd purchased. Ellie got her keys ready before looking back at the drummer.
"You think so? Who was on the writing credit?" she asked, unlocking the front door and letting Roger in first, "excuse the mess."
"I think the credits were to Page/Plant." Roger replied, quickly finding the kitchen and setting the paper bag down on the counter. "Are you putting these in the ice box?" he asked.
Ellie found solace in the question, taking advantage of it and using it to change the subject, "Yeah, I'll keep it in until we have to leave and I think I have a cooler in the garage that we can take with us when the car comes to pick us up."
"Awesome, do you mind if I go get it?"
"Not at all, the door's right over that way. You should be able to find it. I'm gonna take a shower and get ready, okay?"
Roger nodded, "of course, take your time."
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Ellie's eyes met Andrew's as she and Roger made their entrance at the rooftop of some building in association with her label. The blonde hurried over as best as she could in her high heels while the two seemed to screech in excitement.
"I see you brought Project Blondie with you."
"Stop calling him that." Ellie said, trying to be serious, but at the same time holding back a laugh. She looked back to see Roger handing over her cooler to someone in formalwear. He pulled the man aside, whispering something to him before pointing in Ellie's direction. The blonde smiled and waved at the two when they looked over at her.
Another word of communication was exchanged between them before Roger made his way over to Andrew and Ellie.
"Hey, I was just telling him that the cooler's yours and you'd need it back before you left."
"Thanks Rog." She replied, "I don't believe you've met Andrew."
The men shook hands, "I'm the one who came out to you over the phone." Andrew chuckled.
"Ah, yes. I do recall that. It's a pleasure." Roger said, turning to Ellie, "can I get you a drink?"
"Oh yes please." the blonde stated. Roger nodded, trying to hold back a laugh as he went to grab the two of them some drinks.
Andrew reached back to the table behind him and grabbed two shot glasses. From the smell, Ellie could tell it was vodka as it was shoved into her hands. "What's this for?" she asked.
"Liquid courage." the man replied as if it were obvious.
"Courage for what?"
"You're obviously trying to please him. Maybe you'll ease up a bit with some vodka in your system."
Ellie sighed, clinking the two shot glasses together before the two of them downed the alcohol that burned its way down their throats. With a dry cough she looked up at her best friend, "I'm not cheating on Jimmy. If this is your ploy to get me to sleep with Roger you'll regret the day you were born."
Andrew feigned fear, "As if you couldn't make that decision on your own. Deep down you know what you want."
"And that's to be with Jimmy." She said as Andrew collected his things and started on his way elsewhere.
"I can't hear you because I'm walking away." he replied nonchalantly as the sound of his voice floated away with each step he took.
Ellie rolled her eyes, peering over the edge of the building where she could see three men on the ground floor setting up the fireworks display that would be going off in a few hours. Things like this always excited her.
Her thoughts were interrupted when a red cup blocked her view of the ground. She looked up to see Roger, looking pleased as he held the cup out to her. Ellie took it graciously before downing a quick sip.
"It's a beautiful view, isn't it?" he asked, staring out into the West Hollywood cityscape. They faintly saw an airplane touch down at LAX before turning to look at each other.
"California's a beautiful place to be. Kinda wish I could've taken you to the beach before you had to leave. Sorry I've been tied up with my studio stuff."
"Oh, it's no bother, really. I took a walk down the Santa Monica pier last week during sunrise. It was beautiful."
"Was the jet lag bad?" She asked.
"I walked down to the pier to watch the sun rise, didn't I?"
Ellie laughed in response, taking another sip of the drink in her hand, "I never really get to go down there anymore. Always doing something."
"You're up and coming, darling. It's good that you're busy." Roger replied, taking a swig of his drink. Ellie smiled at his calling her darling. It made something inside her flutter a little.
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Ellie placed another glass of champagne down on a random table, nearly tripping over her feet as she did so. The number of drinks she'd downed in the hour and a half since she'd arrived at the party were already immeasurable. Whoever the barista was, she'd have to thank them later.
The boom of the first firework startled her as it did many on the rooftop. Gazes shifted to the bright lights illuminating the sky and they ooh'd and ahh'd in amazement. Ellie looked over to see Roger sitting at a table on his own and couldn't help but make him revel in amazement along with her.
"Roger!" she exclaimed, making her way over to the drummer. He turned his head quickly, seeing her barreling over to her. Quick to stand up to try to hold her before she fell, Roger set his drink down and caught her hand in his. "The fireworks, look!" she marveled.
Another was set off into the sky, the high pitched whistle as it flew through the air before it burst with a crackle caught their attention. Ellie turned to Roger, with a beaming smile on her face, "I'm so drunk right now," she whispered in his ear.
"I'm aware." The blond laughed as he guided them toward the wall so Ellie could rest on it and watch the fireworks display at the same time. The continuous, loud booms kept them from being able to speak too much, but their fingers remained intertwined as they watched on.
"Y'know," Ellie started, slurring her words slightly as she leaned into his ear, "Jimmy never came over at the Fourth to watch the fireworks with me."
"Gosh, I'm sorry about that. I hope you're having a good time though."
"Yeah, I'm having fun. Good drinks...good music...good company...drinks..."
"I think you've had enough drinks for tonight, Els." Roger said, only to be interrupted again by the drunken woman.
"Jimmy....he's completely off his rocker. He's on that heroin stuff, it's completely doing him in. I can hear it...when we're on the phone he's like....completely off in space." Ellie said absently, singsonging the end of her statement.
"Oh...uhm. I hope he gets well, then." he replied awkwardly, not knowing how to respond to the personal confession.
"I know. And like—" the boom of more fireworks, "wow. I feel bad because the whole album, I mean the whole album is about him. I don't wanna," a few more explosions, "I don't wanna seem like a sellout."
"Well, people write what they know, right? This is what's affecting you at the moment, of course you'll want to write about it."
"Y'know, Rog...you're so sweet to me," Ellie said, looking right into his baby blues and rubbing the top of his hand with her thumb. Her voice hushed slightly as she leaned in closer to him the slightest bit. Roger, being too confused to do anything, stood in place, not moving. "Maybe I should...get rid of Jimmy and get with you instead." she finished as fireworks cluttered the world around them.
Roger searched Ellie's eyes for any answer as to what she was going to do next, but the drunken haze clouded her judgement. A firework hissed through the night sky and exploded with a big bang as Ellie pressed her lips to Roger's. Confusion crossed his features and he contemplated what to do before tentatively kissing her back for a brief second.
As the gunpowder dissipated in the sky, Ellie pulled away, her gaze still glassy and not totally there as she went back to watching the fireworks as if nothing had occurred. Roger stood stunned in place, watching Ellie instead of the display of fireworks for a long moment. It was only when she looked over to him again that she realized her fingers were still intertwined with his and she giggled at the predicament.
Roger looked around. It seemed no one had noticed the kiss. He was glad on that note, but his heart sank in his chest when he realized the gravity of what had happened. Maybe he should leave. Or maybe he could pretend nothing happened just as Ellie had. If they just didn't talk about it, the occurrence could get erased from history and Roger likely wouldn't get his shit rocked by Peter Grant, Led Zeppelin's gargantuan manager for being The Other Man.
He quickly let go of her hand and walked over to the bar, "Scotch, no ice, please." he said, drumming his fingers on the bar-top nervously.
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chapter fourteen
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The demigods walked down to the edge of the surf. They took a taxi and used the Lotus Casino credit card to reach Santa Monica. During the ride, Percy told them everything about his dreams. There were a lot of pieces that felt missing, but one thing was clear: they were hurtling toward the Underworld at ninety-five miles an hour, betting that Hades had the master bolt. If they got there and found out they were wrong, they wouldn't have the time to correct themselves. The solstice deadline would pass and war would begin. The taxi dropped them off at the beach in Santa Monica.
"What now?" Annabeth asked.
The Pacific was turning gold in the setting sun. Percy thought about how long it had been since he'd stood on the beach at Montauk, on the opposite side of the country, looking out at a different sea.
He stepped into the surf.
"Percy?" Annabeth said. "What are you doing?"
Percy kept walking, water rising up to his waist, then his chest.
She called after him, "You know how polluted that water is? There're all kinds of toxic-"
That's when his head went under.
Annabeth tried to rush in but Y/N stopped her, holding her wrist. "He's the son of Poseidon remember?"
"But that-" she tried to reason but got interrupted again.
"I know, but you gotta trust him in this. He feels the best when he's near water," she looked forward at the setting sun and smiled, "Just trust him."
Annabeth stayed quiet for sometime and said, "Hey, I forgot to thank you earlier. I'm sorry we didn't listen to you earlier, but I guess you were right. Hades might not be..."
"-the one behind this?" Y/N said looked at her, "Yeah I know. I felt that too."
Annabeth sighed, "Sorry, I just...if it isn't Hades, then we're in a lot more trouble."
Y/N chuckled, "Yeah no shit...Also, I didn't tell anyone but I knew about his mom."
"Wait what?!"
"I wasn't sure and it was just a guess. I mean, why would she just burst into some golden light if she's dead? Death isn't like that when it comes to mortals."
"Oh..yeah," Annabeth said.
"You think he'll be pissed after I tell him this?"
"I mean, yes. Haven't you seen what he's like?" Annabeth looked around the sea, "Where is he? Why is he taking so long?"
Y/N chuckled, "Grover was right."
"Huh?"
"About you and Percy," she looked at Annabeth who was blushing, "Be in denial if you want but make up your mind at the end of the quest please."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yeah sure, that blush is for me then?" Y/N said, "You...like him don't you?" Annabeth stayed quiet, and Y/N continued, "Look, we don't exactly have luck to live that long. Treasure your time. Do what...your heart wants."
"I wish I could...." Annabeth muttered, "I'm not sure."
"Well, I'm here for you when you need me okay?"
Annabeth smiled looking at her, "I know you are."
Percy kicked upward toward the shore after some time.
When he reached the beach, his clothes dried instantly. He filled in about what had happened, and showed them the pearls from Nereid, a spirit of the sea.
Annabeth grimaced. "No gift comes without a price."
"They were free."
"No." She shook her head. "'There is no such thing as a free lunch.' That's an ancient Greek saying that translated pretty well into American. There will be a price. You wait."
"I think we already got a dose of how easy tasks were earlier." Y/N said.
On that thought, they turned their backs on the sea.
With some spare change from Ares's backpack, they took the bus into West Hollywood. Percy showed the driver the Underworld address slip he'd taken from Aunty Em's Garden Gnome Emporium, but he'd never heard of DOA Recording Studios.
"You remind me of somebody I saw on TV," he told. "You a child actor or something?"
"Uh ... I'm a stunt double ... for a lot of child actors."
"Oh! That explains it."
They thanked him and got off quickly at the next stop.
They wandered for miles on foot, looking for DOA. Nobody seemed to know where it was. It didn't appear in the phone book.
Twice, they ducked into alleys to avoid cop cars.
It got dark, and hungry-looking characters started coming out on the streets to play. L.A. had a totally different feel from New York. Back home, everything seemed close. It didn't matter how big the city was, one could get anywhere without getting lost. The street pattern and the subway made sense. There was a system to how things worked. A kid could be safe as long as he wasn't stupid.
L.A. wasn't like that. It was spread out, chaotic, hard to move around. It reminded of Ares. It wasn't enough for L.A. to be big; it had to prove it was big by being loud and strange and difficult to navigate, too. They didn't know how they were ever going to find the entrance to the Underworld by tomorrow, the summer solstice.
They walked past gangbangers, bums, and street hawkers, who looked at them like they were trying to figure if we were worth the trouble of mugging.
As they hurried passed the entrance of an alley, a voice from the darkness said, "Hey, you."
Like an idiot, Percy stopped.
Before they knew it, they were surrounded. A gang of kids had circled them. Six of them in all-white kids with expensive clothes and mean faces.
Instinctively, Percy uncapped Riptide.
When the sword appeared out of nowhere, the kids backed off, but their leader was either really stupid or really brave, because he kept coming at him with a switchblade.
He made the mistake of swinging.
The kid yelped. But he must've been one hundred percent mortal, because the blade passed harmlessly right through his chest. He looked down. "What the ..."
"Run!" Percy screamed at his friends.
They pushed two kids out of the way and raced down the street, not knowing where they were going. They turned a sharp corner.
"There!" Annabeth shouted.
Only one store on the block looked open, its windows glaring with neon. The sign above the door said something like CRSTUY'S WATRE BDE ALPACE.
"Crusty's Water Bed Palace?" Grover translated.
They burst through the doors, ran behind a water bed, and ducked. A split second later, the gang kids ran past outside.
"I think we lost them," Grover panted.
A voice behind them boomed, "Lost who?"
They all jumped.
Standing behind was a guy who looked like a raptor in a leisure suit. He was at least seven feet tall, with absolutely no hair. He had gray, leathery skin, thick-lidded eyes, and a cold, reptilian smile. He moved toward them slowly, but it felt like he could move fast if he needed to. His suit might've come from the Lotus Casino. It belonged back in the seventies, big-time. The shirt was silk paisley, unbuttoned halfway down his hairless chest. The lapels on his velvet jacket were as wide as landing strips.
"I'm Crusty," he said, with a tartar-yellow smile.
"Sorry to barge in," Percy told him. "We were just, um, browsing."
"You mean hiding from those no-good kids," he grumbled. "They hang around every night. I get a lot of people in here, thanks to them. Say, you want to look at a water bed?"
He was about to say No, thanks, when he put a huge paw on his shoulder and steered him deeper into the showroom.
There was every kind of water bed you could imagine: different kinds of wood, different patterns of sheets; queen-size, king-size, emperor-of-the-universe-size.
"This is my most popular model." Crusty spread his hands proudly over a bed covered with black satin sheets, with built-in Lava Lamps on the headboard. The mattress vibrated, so it looked like oil-flavored Jell-O.
"Million-hand massage," Crusty told us. "Go on, try it out. Shoot, take a nap. I don't care. No business today, any-way.
"Um," Percy said, "I don't think ..."
"Million-hand massage!" Grover cried, and dove in. "Oh, you guys! This is cool."
"Hold on Grover, don't just-" Y/N said and tried to pull him out but got pulled in instead.
"Just relax a little Y/N!"
Y/N smiled and sighed at the feeling. Oh it was relaxing actually.
"Hmm," Crusty said, stroking his leathery chin. "Almost, almost."
"Almost what?" Percy asked.
He looked at Annabeth. "Do me a favor and try this one over here, honey. Might fit."
Annabeth said, "But what-"
He patted her reassuringly on the shoulder and led her over to the Safari Deluxe model with teakwood lions carved into the frame and a leopard-patterned comforter. When Annabeth didn't want to lie down, Crusty pushed her.
"Hey!" she protested.
Crusty snapped his fingers. "Ergo!"
Ropes sprang from the sides of the bed, lashing around Annabeth, holding her to the mattress.
Grover and Y/N immediately tried to get up, but ropes sprang from the black-satin bed, too, and lashed them down.
"N-not c-c-cool!" Grover yelled, his voice vibrating from the million-hand massage. "N-not c-cool a-at all!"
"F-fuck," Y/N shouted, "W-why d-do y-you g-guys n-never l-listen t-to m-me?!"
The giant looked at Annabeth, then turned toward Percy and grinned. "Almost, darn it."
Percy tried to step away, but his hand shot out and clamped around the back of his neck. "Whoa, kid. Don't worry. We'll find you one in a sec."
"Let my friends go."
"Oh, sure I will. But I got to make them fit, first."
"What do you mean?"
"All the beds are exactly six feet, see? Your friends are too short. Got to make them fit."
Annabeth, Grover and Y/N kept struggling.
"Can't stand imperfect measurements," Crusty muttered. "Ergo!"
A new set of ropes leaped out from the top and bottom of the beds, wrapping around Grover, Y/N and Annabeth's ankles, then around their armpits. The ropes started tightening, pulling his friends from both ends.
"Don't worry," Crusty told, "These are stretching jobs. Maybe three extra inches on their spines. They might even live. Now why don't we find a bed you like, huh?"
"Percy!" Grover yelled.
"God I wanted to be tall but not this way!" Y/N screamed.
"Shut up girl!" Crusty shouted, "You have one irritating voice!" Ofcourse, in panic Y/N's voice hurt their ears. She realized that her voice won't be a way to escape when her friends were tied up. They won't be able to stand her offensive strength.
Percy's mind was racing. He knew he couldn't take on this giant water-bed salesman alone. He would snap his neck before he ever got his sword out.
"Your real name's not Crusty, is it?" Percy asked.
"Legally, it's Procrustes," he admitted.
"The Stretcher," Percy said. He remembered the story: the giant who'd tried to kill Theseus with excess hospitality on his way to Athens.
"Yeah," the salesman said. "But who can pronounce Procrustes? Bad for business. Now 'Crusty,' anybody can say that."
"You're right. It's got a good ring to it."
His eyes lit up. "You think so?"
"Oh, absolutely," Percy said. "And the workmanship on these beds? Fabulous!"
He grinned hugely, but his fingers didn't loosen on his neck. "I tell my customers that. Every time. Nobody bothers to look at the workmanship. How many built-in Lava Lamp headboards have you seen?"
"Not too many."
"That's right!"
"Percy!" Annabeth yelled. "What are you doing?"
"Don't mind her," Percy told Procrustes. "She's impossible."
The giant laughed. "All my customers are. Never six feet exactly. So inconsiderate. And then they complain about the fitting."
"What do you do if they're longer than six feet?"
"Oh, that happens all the time. It's a simple fix."
He let go of his neck, but before Percy could react, he reached behind a nearby sales desk and brought out a huge double-bladed brass axe. He said, "I just center the subject as best I can and lop off whatever hangs over on either end."
"Ah," he said, swallowing hard. "Sensible."
"I'm so glad to come across an intelligent customer!"
The ropes were really stretching his friends now. Annabeth was turning pale. Grover made gurgling sounds, like a strangled goose. Y/N just stopped screaming and was breathing heavily.
"So, Crusty ..." Percy said, trying to keep his voice light. He glanced at the sales tag on the valentine-shaped Honeymoon Special. "Does this one really have dynamic stabilizers to stop wave motion?"
"Absolutely. Try it out."
"Yeah, maybe I will. But would it work even for a big guy like you? No waves at all?"
"Guaranteed."
"No way."
"Way."
"Show me."
He sat down eagerly on the bed, patted the mattress. "No waves. See?"
Percy snapped my fingers. "Ergo."
Ropes lashed around Crusty and flattened him against the mattress.
"Hey!" he yelled.
"Center him just right," Percy said.
The ropes readjusted themselves at his command. Crusty's whole head stuck out the top. His feet stuck out the bottom.
"No!" he said. "Wait! This is just a demo."
Percy uncapped Riptide. "A few simple adjustments ..."
He had no qualms about what he was about to do. If Crusty were human, he couldn't hurt him anyway. If he was a monster, he deserved to turn into dust for a while.
"You drive a hard bargain," Crusty told. "I'll give you thirty percent off on selected floor models.'"
"I think I'll start with the top." Percy raised his sword.
"No money down! No interest for six months!"
Percy swung the sword. Crusty stopped making offers.
He cut the ropes on the other beds. His friends got to their feet, groaning and wincing and cursing him a lot. Y/N wasn't though. Well, she was trying to breathe properly, she wasn't exactly in a good condition to cuss him out.
"You look taller," Percy said turning to Annabeth.
"Very funny," Annabeth said. "Be faster next time."
Y/N groaned, "She's literally taller than you, shut up."
Percy looked at the bulletin board behind Crusty's sales desk. There was an advertisement for Hermes Delivery Service, and another for the All-New Compendium of L.A. Area Monsters- "The only Monstrous Yellow Pages you'll ever need!" Under that, a bright orange flier for DOA Recording Studios, offering commissions for heroes' souls. "We are always looking for new talent!" DOA's address was right underneath with a map.
"Come on," he told his friends.
"Give us a minute," Grover complained. "We were almost stretched to death.'"
"Then you're ready for the Underworld," Percy said. "It's only a block from here."
"Let's get going then," Y/N said, "I'll give you guys a performance."
"Wait, really?" Percy turned towards her enthusiastically.
"Not you," Y/N said, "You weren't stretched to death."
He stomped his feet and grumbled under his breath, probably a bit sulking for missing the opportunity. Annabeth and Y/N looked at each other with an amused smile as they left the area.
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book one: the lightning thief
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❝𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕩 𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕪 : 𝕫𝕖𝕣𝕠❞
𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:
⇢ a glimpse of txt’s training in la
⇢ set in july of 2018
𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜:
⇢ feedback and reactions highly appreciated! conversations in italics are spoken in english
EPISODE 3
six flags!
she watched while everyone planned where they wanted to go
“seri, how about you?” “honestly, i just want to walk around and try some of the snacks they sell here. i’ll go on any ride you guys want. but i’d like to try the x2”
her arm was looped through beomgyu’s while they let yeonjun lead the way
“you excited for the ride, seri?” “yeah, actually”
she was strapped in next to yeonjun and making peace signs at the camera from a distance
then they rode another ride which involved getting wet, but she sat between soobin and beomgyu and didn’t get as wet
she laughed when they played rock paper scissors “i bet it’s gonna be yeonjun oppa”
and it was!
after yeonjun got splashed by water twice in a row, she laughed. she saw a smirk on taehyun’s face
“noooo tyun, don’t you dare!” “how about a hug, noona?”
the two took off in laughter, taehyun trying to trap seri in a hug to get her drenched as well
the plate smashing game was pretty easy for her, she smashed three plates and got a stitch
“kai, want it?” “yes! thanks, noona!”
for the little montage, you can see beomgyu feeding her, her laughing with yeonjun, and her playing games
towards the end the boys were talking about how she and beomgyu got separated from everyone else including the camera crew
“our 01s had a date, right kids?” “sure, hyung, whatever you say” “yeonjun oppa sounding like a dad for the millionth time”
dance studio time!
after practice, she was sipping on a fruit tea with kai holding a battery powered fan to her face
eventually, they got to the restaurant and had their food. she sat between yeonjun and kai, conversing quietly with the younger while they ate
some of the soup splashed onto her cheeks a little, so taehyun helped her wipe it off
soobin on the other hand kept passing spring rolls to her bowl
then they were in santa monica
yeonjun was holding her hand while they walked “i have to take care of my only daughter” “really, oppa?” “it’s dad to you”
she paid for their matching bracelets and slipped one onto each of the boys then herself with a satisfied smile
once again, she and beomgyu were able to slip away from the group, except they had a go pro with them this time
they were walking around buying some snacks before they met up with the others
“oh, do you guys want lemonade? i can go get like three big glasses then we can share”
she walked off with the go pro and spoke into it “it’s quite hot, so i think this will be good for us. hi, three lemonades, please! large will do”
then a random person walked up to her off camera
“hey, cutie. not from around here?” “no, i’m from korea” “wow, you don’t sound like it!”
there was an uncomfortable smile on her face while it looked like she tried to take a step back but her back hit the food stand
“i stayed in new zealand for a bit. would you mind? i’ve got to go” she gratefully accepted the tray with her drinks and tried to leave, but the guy stopped her
“why don’t you come and hang out with me? it looks like you’re alone, anyway” “i—“ “she’s not alone”
she visibly relaxed when yeonjun came, slightly pushing the guy away and placing an arm around her
“i’m sure my girlfriend made it pretty clear that she needs to go” “well, dude, make sure she doesn’t wear shorts next time if she doesn’t want to get attention from guys”
yeonjun glared before taking the drinks from seri’s hands and leading her away with a huff
“thanks, oppa” “no problem. he had no right to do that or try and tell us what you can and can’t wear”
she walked a lot closer to him and looked up before laughing. “you’re still not letting me wear shorts next time we’re out, huh?” “only if we aren’t going to a beach or the studio”
then they made it back to the pier where the others were and just watched the waves crashed onto the sand
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Sunset Curve not Sunset Straight (pt. 7)
It’s still dark. Alex is still crying and the boys are about to lose their minds. They would speak up every now and again, trying to remind them that they were still together despite everything.
Then there it was. Their song. The music fills their ears, deafening them. They stand up only to find the floor no longer under their feet. And then they were falling, flashes of light blinding them after so long in darkness, their screams drowning out the song.
They hit the ground heavily, grunts of pain escaping them as Reggie groans loudly, Luke gasping for breath as Alex pulls his cap back on. They stand and turn, looking around in surprise at their old studio. “Whoa! How did we get back here?” Luke pants only to be cut off by loud screaming. They turn and see a girl- a screaming girl-?! How in hell is there someone there- They scream in response, jumping in surprise at seeing another person in God only knows how long. She continues screaming as she runs away, the boys still holding each other.
“What the heck-” Reggie exhales deeply, studying the room intensely but wishing he was at the pier and that this was all one long nightmare. One moment he was here then he’s there - Santa Monica Pier.
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Luke and Alex look around, wondering where the hell Reggie went. “Reggie!” They shout and grumble, wondering how on Earth he disappeared, wishing to hell they were with him. And then they were. They gaped at the bright lights, shivering as people walked through them.
“Dude,” Alex stares at the swarm of people, holding onto Luke and Reggie, “we’re ghosts.”
“What happened to the pier-?” Luke walks across the boardwalk slowly, taking in his surroundings in confusion. “We need to get back, to that girl who can see us. Maybe she knows what’s happening.”
They close their eyes and poof back into the garage, finding the curly haired girl with her backs to them. “.... saw something. I’m not crazy.”, she says to herself, lowering her cross to her side.
“Well, we’re all a little crazy.” Luke responds playfully making the girl turn around in surprise, screaming again and pointing her cross at them. The boys jump and raise their hands defensively. “Oh my God! Please stop screaming!” Alex yells back, a hand over his ear. She quickly closes her mouth, the cross still aimed at them.
Once the screaming ceased, they tried to explain their situation to her, about how they were just ghosts who were very glad to be home. Reggie was very happy at being called a cute ghost and they were all so confused about having been dead for an apparent 25 years. Then finding out they could still play? Even though no one could see them, it was pretty amazing knowing that people could still hear their music and see them when they performed with the girl with the curly hair. Julie Molina.
She was special. She couldn’t see all ghosts but she could see them and because of her, people could see them. She saved them from so much, from themselves and from Caleb Covington. She saved them somehow, helped them play the Orpheum. They don’t know how they survived Caleb’s stamp or why they didn’t move on but they were so glad to still be with her.
Alex has Willie and Luke has Julie. And Reggie? Reggie…. has himself?
It’s 2020 and things couldn’t get any better. Or worse. Reggie can’t really tell some days. Thankfully, it’s currently the former.
Reggie has once again stolen Carlos’ laptop, researching Pride after hearing about it from Flynn. His eyes widen as he scrolls through page after page. He beams and runs into the studio, taking the laptop with him and completely forgetting that if Ray walks by, he’ll see the floating laptop. Oh well.
“Luke! Luke, Luke Luke! Check this out!” He plonks himself next to Luke, flushing when he leans in close to see the screen properly. “It’s, uh- it’s a load of stuff about Pride and like, there’s a bunch of names and stuff for different people and I, uh, I think I figured it out. Me, I mean. I think I figured me out.” He avoids Luke’s proud look as he flushes and scrolls down the page. “I think that’s me. ‘Bi is an umbrella term used to describe a romantic and/or sexual orientation towards more than one gender.’ Fun fact: my parents refused to let me know that bisexuality was a thing so this,” he points excitedly at the screen, “is awesome.” Luke shoots up and takes the laptop from Reggie, ignoring his offended ‘hey-!’.
“Wait, there are names for this stuff-?”
“Well, yeah, what did you think I came to tell you?”
“That you finally admit you like guys.” He grins, staring at the screen intently as he reads through the definitions. “Everyone has a name, there’s one for everything.”
“Wait, did you not know-?” Luke looks up at Reggie, flabbergasted.
“Wait, you did-?” He looks offended, pouting slightly as he continues reading.
“My parents didn’t want me knowing so I obviously had to know what it was. I just didn’t know I was it.” He slouches, watching how Luke’s eyes sparkle at this new world.
“I mean, I knew people were cooler with all this stuff but like it’s a whole thing! We have names and flags and- holy shit, this is wicked!”
“Language.” Julie sits at the piano, reading through some songs she and Luke were working on.
“Sorry-” The boy grins sheepishly, Julie and Reggie chuckling at how cute he was. “But this is awesome. I like this one, look: ‘pan refers to a person whose romantic and/or sexual attraction to others is not limited by sex or gender’. I think that’s me.” He glances back at Reggie, smiling widely as Julie shakes her head fondly at them. “Hey, check this out.” Reggie rests his chin on Luke’s shoulder, looking at the screen and ignoring his burning cheeks. “‘Polyamory refers to the practise of, or desire for, intimate relationships with more than one partner, with the informed consent of all parties involved’. There’s a name for that-?” He stares, entranced.
“Is that a thing? With you, I mean?” Julie sets the song book down, watching the boys intently.
“When I was 16, I had a crush on this girl-”
“Oh, Marlene-!” Reggie laughs quietly as he remembers his friend’s pining.
“-and I used to think that we would be cute together but I thought that she and Doug-”
“Her boyfriend at the time.” Reggie adds helpfully, winking at Julie’s amused smile.
“-that they looked cute together. And I was just like ‘are you supposed to think you’d look cute with your crush and her boyfriend’ and then a year later, I realised I had a crush on Marlene and Doug so….” He trails off, blushing at the pair’s smitten looks. “What?”
“You’re just…. cute when you’re excited.”
“This makes sense to be excited about! There’s names - names that anyone can find just by searching it - that’s awesome!” He’s practically bouncing as Alex and Willie poof into the room.
“Hey.” Alex looks at Luke, raising an eyebrow. “He looks like that time he had 6 packets of Fun Dip-”
“He’s got Pride fever.” Julie explains, grinning. “He joined the pan squad.” Luke squints at her, tilting his head.
“I joined a squad-?”
“I’m pan too.” She continues, jumping at the boys overlapping questions about why she didn’t tell them. “I thought I mentioned it?”
“Yeah, no - I would’ve remembered that.” Luke shakes his head in confusion.
“I told Willie.”
“Before your own bandmates-?” Reggie seems almost offended.
“You can’t even see Willie.” Luke points out, his arms crossed.
“Pen and paper.”
Alex turns to Willie. “How come you didn’t tell me?”
“I was supposed to out your friend?”
“Okay, fair enough. In which case, thank you for not telling me.” Willie chuckles at his strange not-boyfriend-but-more-than-a-friend.
“You are the weirdest ghosts I’ve ever met.”
“That’s fair.” Reggie nods, poofing into the corner when Carlos storms into the studio.
“Stop stealing my computer, man.” He whines, taking the device from Luke who gapes, whining when he turns the tabs off. “They’re your ghosts, they can steal your laptop.” He points at Julie, the young girl nodding seriously as she fights off a smile. “See ya later- or not- boy band.”, he calls, leaving as Julie and her phantoms burst into laughter.
#this chapter was entirely self indulgent-#fics - sunset curve not sunset straight#my works#jatp#jatp fanfic#reggie jatp#alex jatp#luke patterson#julie molina#sunset curve#willie jatp#alex x willie#luke x reggie#luke x julie#juke#willex#ruke#jatp ruke#carlos molina#ray molina
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Chapter 3: On the set.
It finally arrives!!! Please be sure to comment what you think.
In keeping with her word, Gail had submitted her acting resume to the studio when his next film went into production. Either as a female lead or an extra, she will play. But unfortunately, she didn’t hear back from them. On the other hand, Gail was busy all summer. She was making films and making public appearances on the beaches of Venice and Santa Monica. She was still the chorus girl, but it got tiresome. When on set, The director wouldn’t let Gail bring her parasol, so the prop master gave her the one that is smaller and has designs visible to the camera. Benjamin regularly visited her. He noticed male onlookers whistling at her, which bothered him. Gail took him to the boardwalk on her break and stopped him in front of an attraction.
“There it is!”
Her reaction prompted him to question, “What?”
She presented to him the parlor. “This is where Buster Keaton slid out at the beginning of The Balloonatic.”
He examined “Really? How can you tell?”
The two sat on a nearby bench. She reported, “I've seen this short twice already. I even rewatched Sherlock Jr. Yesterday!”
He asked with a smug grin on his face, "So that makes it four now?"
She laughed, “Don’t get me wrong, the effects are still impressive!”
He followed Gail’s expression “You never get tired of him, ” he scooted closer to her “When will his next film come out?” her mood changed when he asked.
Gail looked down while she answered “Hopefully in the fall. I heard they're already shooting on the sea now.”
Ben sympathizes with her and says, "I guess they didn’t give you a part."
Gail sadly nodded. Ben comforted her with a hug.“There’s always a next time. You know that.”
“I just needed to know what it's like to work with Keaton,” Gail said, gripping on her parasol.
He asked her once he let go of the embrace, “If that day finally happens, will it be something you hoped for?"
“I pray it does dear Benjamin” after pausing, she said, “I think it’s time for me to leave the choir girls”
He stared at her perplexed, “Honestly, I thought you had left already”
Gail shrugged “I didn't have the heart to do so but then my boss wanted me to quit” she continued, “he thinks I’m sucking him dry from my paychecks. It’s better this way”
He took a deep breath “This gives me a great relief to know there is one less group of men staring at your legs”
Embarrassed, she defended herself, “Those men mean nothing to me.”
“Thank you for telling me this.” He kisses her below the ear.
“Goodness! They’re going to notice!” Referring to the people.
Ben attempted to get her off the bench “How about we go look for the love tunnel?”
Gail, with a smirk, doesn’t let him, “That won’t be necessary”
She used her parasol to cover their faces while they locked lips.
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Buster was not thrilled making Seven Chances. He was currently editing his latest film The Navigator. Not to mention that his marriage was in a rough patch. Keaton was angry that his boss and brother in law, Joe Schenck didn’t consult with him before buying the rights to a 1916 play he didn't enjoy. He had never directed a film based on a play. The Saphead, his feature film debut, was based on a play. At least he had control over the production of that picture, unlike Saphead.
In his studio, Keaton was discussing with Schenck, his take of the story “Then he is chased by hundreds of brides then fade out.”
Joe Schenck asked, “Where’s the conclusion.”
Buster said, trying to make his presentation appropriate.“That’s it.”
He protested “Mr. Keaton, the audience does not want to sit through the movie where the main character gives up.”
Keaton defended “I’m sorry, but I never liked that sappy play. The farce is not my type of humor.”
Schenck opposed, “May I remind you that you are in my debt.” He said, “Besides, it would be great to make a movie out of it.”
Buster covered his mouth and muttered "Son of a bitch." Knowing he had to earn funds for his next film after Seven Chances and there was no other option, he had to surrender, "I'll have to work around it." He guaranteed himself he won’t make it a farce.
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The moment when she heard the Keaton studio needs female extras Gail knew her patience was rewarded. She finally got to work in a Buster Keaton film. Although she wasn't chosen as a supporting role, at least she got to be involved. Gail woke up early the day of the filming. She was beside herself with joy, but still nervous. The extras are already gathered near The West Adams Methodist Church. There were hundreds of women and one is surprisingly male. They all wore dresses and veils. Gail herself was dressed as a flapper bride. She also had a veil, big enough to cover her skin, and she chose to wear flat shoes since she heard the brides would be running. The La Salle avenue had to be closed. It was so packed that she couldn't catch a glimpse of the stone face before realizing he wasn't there. Buster arrived at the avenue by car. He was still coming up with the end of the scene, he thought the sight of hundreds of brides would help trigger his creativity. After waiting around, the extras are lined up to get a proper examination. Gail stood steadily as Keaton was browsing through the others. When he got closer to Gail, he pretended not to notice her slightly blushed cheeks. She remained composed. But It was after Keaton passed by Gail she collapsed to the concern of the women surrounding her, alerting the director. She regained consciousness quick enough to hear his call,
“Can somebody fetch her some water!”
Gail was embarrassed. She hoped she wouldn’t swoon like last time. She hid her face in shame.
But then a woman next to her asked in a sly tone. “You didn’t pass out to get his attention, do you?”
Gail sheepishly nodded to avoid being ridiculed.
The women were favoring her, one of them saying, “You really got me there!”
Gail chuckled along, “Yeah, I sure did”
She never told them it was a real deal.
Note: The meeting with Keaton and Schenck took place late in the summer
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“You’re going to make this awkward, aren’t you?” - Roger x fem Reader (smut)
Summary: It’s 1983 and Queen are recording their next album at the studio where you work. Things get a little heated between you and their drummer.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
In this “episode”: Things start to get a bit more serious than Reader would like during a night alone with Roger at the studio.
Word count: ~4.8k
Warning: age gap (Reader is 21, he’s 35), language, and smut, so 18+ please
Tagging: @fixedonroger @a19103 @ginabaker1666 @thickthighsandbasicbrowneyes @culturefiendtrashqueen @imaginesandideas
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[A/N: Thank you for voting! This concept was thanks to 17384 anon suggestions. 🥁 And you’ll even get a little math lesson with Brian in this one.]
One month and 3 days, you think to yourself as you sit at your desk and look through the window into the studio, watching Roger sitting at the soundboard with headphones on, deeply concentrating on whatever it is he’s listening to. Brian’s sitting next to him scribbling something and John’s fiddling around with his bass. You’re not paying them any attention. Your eyes are fixed on Roger, and you can’t turn them away, no matter how hard you try. Stop it, you fuss at yourself. Turn away right now and do the stupid bookwork before Kevin comes back tomorrow and fires you because you’re too busy daydreaming. You force yourself to turn around and focus on the task in front of you. Three months of bank statements he couldn’t be bothered to balance out, and he just threw it at you, expecting you to fix everything. “This isn’t what I signed up for,” you mumble, not realizing you had company.
“Well you didn’t sign up for that either, but you sure are doing it,” Jack laughs, making you glare up at him and seeing him point at the window. “You’ve got yourself a big distraction now, don’t you?” You keep glaring at him, wishing he would just shut up. “Usually they’re the ones distracted by you,” he laughs as he sits on your desk. “Remember when Kevin gave you those two weeks off when…”
“Shut up, Jack,” you say, completely frustrated and not wanting to recount the time that fucking creep from that band you don’t even want to think about didn’t know how to keep his hands or his filthy thoughts to himself. “I have a ton of work to do and you’re not helping.”
“Cheer up, kid,” he says as he stands up and pats you on the shoulder. “You’ll get it done.” He walks back into the studio and taps on the window to get your attention. When you look back, he’s got a big, cheesy grin on his face as he waves and closes the blinds, making sure you don’t get distracted again.
It didn’t help. Not in the slightest. Roger was in your head and he wouldn’t leave. You keep reflecting on everything that happened the past few weeks. Of course, sex happened – but it wasn’t just that anymore. You were enjoying each other’s company without the sex. He’d come over and you’d watch a movie, and you’d fall asleep on the sofa, and he’d cover you with the blanket and let you sleep, sometimes even staying there until he fell asleep too. Or you’d go to the Santa Monica Pier, just to get out and have a fun time somewhere he was able to blend. One night you stayed out on your balcony until almost 3 in the morning doing nothing more than sharing silly childhood stories. It didn’t complicate anything but your feelings, and that wasn’t supposed to happen. Feelings weren’t ever supposed to be involved, but it was hard for them not to be now. Not now that he knew your birthday, and you knew each other’s favorite colors, and you knew about things he did to cause trouble when he was 13, and he knew your sister’s name… Things casual hookups don’t know about each other. He’s picked up on your habit of pushing your hair behind your ear when you’re deep in thought, just like you picked up on his nervous habit of rubbing his hand on his shoulder to calm himself down.
You’re almost finished with half of the book balancing finally, an hour after you started, when Freddie and that creep manager of his who was like his shadow walked in. “Got tired of being gawked at all the time?” he giggled when he saw the window was closed. “Or did you get tired of doing the gawking?”
You purse your lips into a grin, trying not to giggle back, but you end up giggling anyway. “Hi, Freddie. Glad to see you could make it.”
“Not you too!” he dramatically cries out. “I don’t need another person nagging me.” You smirk and turn your attention back to your work as he walks into the studio.
“Nice to see you, Fred,” you can hear Roger yell out while the door was open. “Hey, who closed the window?” Took him long enough to notice, you grunted to yourself as you rolled your eyes. “That’s blocking my view…” you hear him say as the door closes, which gives you a little grin.
Two hours. For two hours you’ve been working on this stupid bank balance and you don’t think your brain can handle anymore. How it could get so messed up you don’t know, but you couldn’t look at another number right now or you were going to lose it. You slam your head down on the stack of paper that’s laying in front of you, wanting to cry, when the studio door opens and everyone starts walking out, laughing and talking without a care in the world. You don’t even want to look up at them. You’re enjoying your momentary zone out.
“We’re going grab lunch, kiddo,” Jack yells at you. “Wanna come?”
You look up, completely drained. “It’s only lunch time?” you ask, almost whining.
“It’s almost 3:00,” he tells you. “Want me to bring you something?”
You shake your head no and start to look back at the numbers. “I need to figure this out. I can’t get the damn thing right. I hate math.”
Brian calmly walks over and peeks at what you’re doing. You look up at him, confused, and he points at the total you have and the one you should have. “You transposed numbers somewhere when you were adding,” he tells you with a smile. “Add the numbers in this together.” He pushes you the calculator and before you finish he says “they’re all going to add up to 9.” He squats down to get even with you and talks you through it. “Add the 7 and 2 in that 72 together, and you get… 9.” You glare over at him and he’s smiling. “Now add this all up again. Carefully, this time,” he chuckles. And what do you know – it balanced. “Just a trick I leaned some time ago,” he smiled as he stood up. “Now you can come with us.”
Roger’s standing in front of you with his arms crossed, shaking his head in amusement. “Well aren’t you the fucking hero,” he sarcastically quips at Brian before looking at you. “Come,” he tells you, holding out his hand. “I insist.”
Everyone decided on the greasy diner across the street from the studio and crowded into a booth, leaving Jack to sit in a chair on the end. It was an uncomfortable arrangement, but you didn’t complain too much, since this was the most contact you had with Roger all day. He sat with his arm behind you on the seat, not even realizing that he kept rubbing your shoulder. He was watching you closely as you ate the strawberry pancakes you cheekily ordered (and yes, he found it incredibly funny), and when you were leaning over the table to be able to hear John better when he was talking to you, showing you the lyrics he had jotted down for his song they were going to be working on tomorrow.
“Do you think they flow?” he asked you. “I think this sounds stupid but I don’t know. It may work.”
You read the part he was pointing to and smiled. “I think it’s perfect. Simple, to the point, and perfect.”
The discussion you were having with John went on for a little while, just the two of you, until Roger apparently got tired of you ignoring him and cleared his throat while tapping you on your shoulder to get your attention. “You’ve a key, right? For the studio?”
“Yeah?” you say, questioning why he wants to know.
He starts to nudge you out of the booth. “Lets go. Need to get something out of my head.” You hurry and jump up and the two of you head back across the street.
When you open the door, he hurries and locks it back and keeps the shades closed on the windows, grabbing your arm and pulling you back to him. “Hey,” he says with a grin.
“Hey, you,” you grin back. “What’s in your head that you have to get out?”
“My ex,” he started. “She’s coming here. To Los Angeles. For a few days.” You look at him, wondering why he’s so fidgety when he’s telling you this, and why he’s even telling you this in the first place. “I told her she can stay at mine…” Now he’s looking at you wondering why you don’t seem to be bothered by any of this, and his brows start to furrow.
You start to giggle. “Were expecting me to start screaming at you? Become some unhinged lunatic or something?”
“A little bit, yeah,” he smiled. “But you’re too relaxed and I don’t know how to handle it.”
You pull him down by his shirt to get close to you and whisper deeply in his ear. “Does she taste as good as me?”
He leans back and looks you in the eye with an intensity that sends shockwaves through your entire body. “No one tastes as good as you.”
“Then I have nothing to worry about,” you tell him with the same intensity he’s giving you right now, as you reach down to cup his crotch. “And you said this was all mine.”
“It is,” he whispered in your ear as he chuckles deeply and moves his hand to your chest. “You have no idea what I’m going to do to you later.” He started to say more, but he’s interrupted by a knock on the door. You can hear everyone outside talking. You roll your eyes and start to walk away so you can open the door, but he grabs you and holds you back. “You’re all I can think about, Y/N.” You gaze up to him, your mouth slightly open with shock. There’s another knock on the door but you’re ignoring it. “You have a hold over me...” He cups your face in his hands. “I can’t…”
He’s interrupted by a louder knock on the door, followed by Jack yelling. “Open the goddamn door, Y/N! Why is it locked?”
You slide away to open the door and everyone pours in and heads directly to the recording room. “Later,” Roger comes and whispers in your ear before joining them, “we’ll finish this conversation later.”
You were internally a jumbled mess for the rest of the day. Every nerve you had seemed to puddle right there in the pit of your stomach. We’ll finish this conversation later? Your brain wasn’t helping calm you down at all. None of this was ever supposed to get to where you’d have conversations later. This was just supposed to be sex and nothing more. End it. End it, you kept telling yourself. He doesn’t mean anything he says, you try to convince yourself. He just wants to make sure I don’t… Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the recording room window.
Jack waves you over and you quietly walk in. “They’re working late and I can’t stay. Kid’s got some school thing. Can you stay to lock up?” You really didn’t want to. You’ve had such an exhausting day already, but you agree to stay.
You ended up falling asleep around 8:00, having been bored for the past hour and giving up all hope for a quiet evening at home in front of the television with a bowl of ice cream. Everyone was frustrated – them in the studio and you out in the office. Their frustration is why you stayed out of there. You weren’t in the mood to listen to any bickering. Freddie woke you up when they were leaving – well, all of them were leaving except for Roger, who was still sitting behind his drum kit trying to work out a beat. “He needs your help with the playback,” John told you. “Think you can handle that?”
“All I have to do is press buttons,” you grinned. “I think I can do that.” When they left, you quietly walked in the studio and sat down at the controls.
He didn’t notice you. He was focused on his drums, so you didn’t disturb him. You could see the annoyance in his face until he looked up and saw you sitting there. “Hey there,” he said through the mic. You smiled and gave a small wave. “Play that tape and listen to this…” And you did. Ten times, ten different cadences, and you recorded them all for him. That was about the extent of your abilities – pressing three buttons. “Come in here,” he said with a sigh.
When you walk in he turns on his stool and holds his arms out, beckoning you for a hug. You smile and go to him, and he wraps his arms around your hips and rests his head against your stomach. “Rough day?” you joke as you run your fingers through his hair. Well this is sweet, you tell yourself. You’re supposed to be ending it, dumbass.
“So frustrating,” he mumbles. “Nothing went right after we stopped for lunch.” He closed his eyes and started chuckling deep in his throat. “That feels nice.”
You lean down and kiss him on top his head. “Just relax,” you mumble. What are you doing, Y/N? you fuss yourself. He squeezes you tighter, and the two of you stay just like this for a couple of minutes before he looks up at you and smiles and puckers his lips, which you gladly lean down and give a quick peck to. You’re such an idiot, Y/N.
He lets go of his hold and pats his lap. “Sit,” he tells you, and you do, and holds your waist as he spins his stool around and grabs two drumsticks. “Ever played before?”
“Oh yeah, all the time,” you say sarcastically. “In fact, I’m so good that when Keith Moon died, The Who wanted me to be his replacement.” He poked at you with one of the sticks and started laughing. “Never even held a drumstick before.”
He hands them to you and you take them. “Well that’s going to change,” he tells you as he adjusts them in your hands. He rests his chin on your shoulder and you start to giggle. “You’re going to make this awkward, aren’t you?”
You can’t stop giggling as he holds your hands and starts moving them to hit the drum heads while he glides them around. You aren’t paying much attention. His foot stomping on the bass drum pedal is, well… creating a vibration. “I’m sorry,” you tell him, still giggling. “I’m not a very good student. My teacher is quite a distraction.”
He stops, and he’s giggling now too. “Well it’s hard to be a good teacher when my student is also a distraction.” He rubs his hands up your arms before wrapping himself around you and squeezing you gently into him. He clears his throat, his chin still resting on your shoulder. “I need you to let me all the way in, Y/N.” You turned your head quickly and looked at him, totally confused. “What are you feeling? Right now. Right this second. What are you feeling?”
“Nervous,” you whisper and you both start to giggle.
“That’s not what I mean, silly,” he says as he pokes you jokingly. “I mean, what are you feeling about… us?” You turn your head to him quickly again, looking confused again, and your mouth opens but no words are coming out. “I feel like there’s more to this.” Still, no words can come out of your mouth. “I feel like you’re scared…” You hold a hand up to his mouth, hoping he’ll stop, but instead he moves your hand away. “It’s okay,” he whispers, “because I’m scared too.” For the first time in your life, you’re completely speechless. “But I’m not willing to let that stop me.”
You look up to the ceiling, understanding everything he’s trying to tell you right now, trying to find words. You seem to have forgotten all words. “Roger,” you sigh. “Please…”
“Don’t tell me not to feel, Y/N,” he whispers. “I can’t do that.” He holds two fingers under your chin and turns you to face him. “Look at me,” he whispers, and you do. And you completely surrender. “I know you feel it. You can’t tell me you don’t.” Your heart is beating so fast you’re scared it’s going to burst. Your breathing is getting heavier and you’re still silent, wanting to tell him so bad how you feel – how you don’t want to feel – but you can’t. You can’t say anything. You’re lost in his gaze, his eyes controlling everything right now. He nudges your hips, implying he wants you to stand up, so you do, and turn to face him, still holding the drumsticks in your hands. He glances up at you and gives you that damn smile that makes you turn into putty.
He unbuttons your shirt, not taking it completely off, leaving it opened. He starts to softly kiss you on your stomach as he runs his hands over your hips and thighs, undoing your pants and slowly pulling them down. “These are new,” he tells your with a smirk, running his fingers over your panties, before reaching to grab one of the drumsticks you’re still holding from your hand, tossing it back and hitting something rather loudly. He stops caressing you and takes the other one from you, and he starts to toss it back as well, but he looks at you with somewhat of a devilish grin. He starts to rub the tip of it along your body, across your stomach, down to your pelvis, then your upper thigh. He stands up as he continues to brush your skin, bringing it to the front of your covered mound, giving you another smirk as he grazes it over you right there. “What are you doing?” you ask him with a nervous giggle.
“Playing,” he whispers with a smile as he leans in for a kiss, giggling with you. He moves the stick away, tossing it behind him like he did the other one and laughing. “Won’t be needing that,” he quips. “I can take it from here.” This isn’t lust he’s exuding right now – this is passion. Absolute passion that you’ve never experienced before. Not with him or anybody else. And you loved it, and you couldn’t stop yourself from giving him the same.
You start to unbutton his shirt – that same shirt he was wearing your first time together, and it brought back a wave of memories that washed over you. He didn’t interfere with your undressing him, opting instead to stand there and smile at you, letting you slowly move his shirt off of his shoulders before running your hands down his chest to his waist. You were slipping off your shoes and stepping out of your pants as you unbuckled his belt. He brings a hand under your chin and you look up at him, and for the first time in all of the times you were with him, you felt the need to take it slow, to drink in every single second. He was feeling it too. If he wasn’t, you’d have already been completely naked and halfway to climaxing.
He slipped out of his shoes as you finished unzipping his pants and pushed them down off of his waist, moving yourself down as you glided them completely off. It was quiet – almost eerily quiet. The only sounds were your breathing. You reach up and pull down his boxers, your mouth perfectly even with his cock. You say nothing. He says nothing. You bring your tongue to the tip of his member, slowly and softly licking him clean of the precum that has graced the head, before gliding down underneath the shaft as you hold it up. You feel him start to twitch, letting you know that you were doing everything exactly how you needed to be. When you lower your mouth to completely engulf him, he lets out a small moan and puts a hand on your head, not to guide you, but because he needed to touch you. He let you set the pace, giving up all control, something he had never done before. You start to hum quietly, sending gentle vibrations that he felt though his entire body. He didn’t want to finish – not yet. Not until he knew you were completely satisfied. But fuck, the magic you were creating with your mouth and your tongue felt so good, and you were enjoying it, too. Every twitch, every soft moan, every deep breath you heard him take was getting you more and more aroused.
He takes a small step backwards, and when you look up at him, he’s softly smirking and wiggling a finger for you to stand up and meet him. You slowly stand, and when you do, he gently holds your face in his palms, drawing you in for a soft but deep kiss. There are still no words being spoken. No words need to be spoken. Your eyes and actions are doing all of the talking right now. He finishes taking off your shirt and reaches behind, unclasping your bra, guiding it slowly off of you, just as you had done with his shirt. He bends down and takes your nipple in his mouth, his other hand gently rubbing the other, as he flicks his tongue. Your head falls back, and this time you’re the one with the quiet moans. He raises up again to meet you, and gently guides you back, leaning you on his drum kit. He kisses you deeply again before slowly kissing his way down your neck, that valley right between your breasts, down your stomach and to right above your panties that he admired earlier. He runs his fingers under the waistband and pulls them down, his breathing getting heavier as he revels at the perfection he sees before him.
You feel his breath against your thigh before he lowers his mouth to continue kissing his way to his ultimate destination. With every touch his lips make on you, you flutter. Still, no words are spoken, only actions. When his mouth finally makes its way to your lips, you inhale deeply and your body jerks, causing one of the cymbals to crash down. But you don’t care, and neither does he. His concentration on your pleasure is undisturbed. The warmth of his breath on you, the gentleness of his mouth and his tongue working it’s magic on you causes your breathing to get deeper, quicker. You run a hand through his hair, massaging his scalp with your fingertips. He moves a hand that was resting on your thighs and pulls his head back so he can watch his fingers rub up and down your wetness as he hears your gentle moans getting louder. He looks up at you, his mouth agape in complete awe of you, and he sees you looking down at him, telling him everything he needs to know without saying a word. He watches your eyes as he steadily slides two fingers in, taking great care in making sure you’re able to feel every single motion he’s creating inside of you. He turns his tongue attention back to your flower, focusing on your clit, tenderly guiding it to emphasize your pleasure, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Oh, Roger,” you whisper, finally breaking the silence that had befallen the two of you 20 minutes before. There’s so much you want to tell him – how you love the way he’s making you feel right now, how you love the way he’s lapping up your juices right now, how you love the way his fingers are moving inside you right now – but you’re rendered speechless again, your breath caught deep in your throat. He knows this is what you want. He knows without asking. He can see it on your face that you’re enjoying it. He doesn’t want to stop, not until you’re ready for him to stop. He starts to suck softly on your clit, still slowly moving his fingers in and out of you, knowing how he’s making you feel because your hand has now started to grip his hair. He can feel you tighten and start to tremble with pleasure. He sees you adjusting yourself against his drums – those drums he will never look at the same again – as you get closer to reaching your climax. His eyes never leave yours. Your moaning and breathing both increase, and he doesn’t stop. He keeps licking, keeps sucking, keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you until you finish. Even then, he doesn’t want to stop. He meant it when he said that he loves the way you taste, so even when you finished, he licked up your slit one more time before he stood up and held out his hands for you to grab.
He pulls you up from his drum kit and draws you in for a kiss and you can taste yourself on his lips. He holds you close to him as he turns, walking you back toward the wall. He kicks a guitar out of the way – you don’t know if it’s Brian’s or John’s, nor do you even care – because it was in the way. He leans against the wall with one hand, still kissing you, still dancing his tongue around yours in your mouth, still exuding that passion. Your hands rest against his chest as you break the kiss and look up at him. Your eyes never leave each other.
He pulls one of your legs up and wraps it around his waist, leaving your other foot on the ground before crouching down and pushing himself into you as he grabs your ass and hoists you up. You stayed there, pinned between him and the wall, as he thrust himself hard, but slowly, into you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his hair, staring deeply into each other’s eyes as you groaned in lockstep with each other, breathing heavy, even starting to sweat at the same time. Still, no words needed to be spoken. You felt everything – you felt his cock hitting your g-spot at the perfect angle and beat, the way his fingers dig into you with every lunge he makes. He feels everything too – every single piece of hair that your hands were grabbing, every grip your walls made around his cock, every single moan that came from your mouth.
You were ready. He was ready. And neither one of you could hold out any longer. Wave after wave of pleasure flowed through your entire bodies, and you pulled his head into yours so you could kiss him as you shared your orgasms. You feel every single drop of his cum burst inside of you. You held his kiss, you didn’t want to let it go, and he didn’t want to let you go either. But you had to let go. You couldn’t stay like this forever.
He pulled himself out of you, slowly, and lowered your leg back down. “You are breathtaking, Y/N,” he whispers. “Where have you been all my life?”
You can’t resist making a joke. You want to resist but you can’t. “Well, for almost half of it I wasn’t even born yet,” you say with a cheeky grin, making him laugh and kiss you again. “Stay with me tonight,” you tell him. It wasn’t a question.
He nods and smiles. “I’d like that,” he whispers.
As you lay in bed, your head on his chest and his arm around you, you didn’t allow yourself to overthink all of this. You didn’t want to analyze anything, you didn’t want to worry about anything. You just wanted to lay there and soak everything in and savor this while you could. You love this, but you hate it all the same, but before your brain delves too deep into the catastrophic end to this fling with Roger that you envisioned, you divert your attention to the night you just had and fall asleep in his arms.
[part 5>>]
#roger taylor#roger taylor x y/n#roger taylor smut#roger taylor x fem reader#roger taylor x reader#roger taylor x you#1983 roger#enjoy
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If Kit lived the extravagant lifestyle
Tagging @kit-herondale-blackthorn for the ‘Cirenworth hall’ craze fest.
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(1) *Kit and Ty prepare for patrolling near a restaurant.*
“Are you ready to leave?” Ty asked as he walked into Kit’s bedroom.
“Yeah, give me a minute, I just have to lace up my red bottoms,” Kit replied.
“Red bottoms? What kind of demons have red bottoms?” Ty said.
“No they’re -“ Kit began. “Nevermind.”
(2) *Kit and Tessa wash dishes in the kitchen.*
“Do I really have to clear away the dishes?” Kit questioned miserably.
“Well, I cooked, so it only seems fair that you clean,” Tessa replied.
“But I don’t want to scratch my Rolex watch, please help me take it off,” Kit said.
“Fine,” Tessa sighed.
(3) *Kit and Emma prepare for patrolling at a bar*
“Have you got all the weapons you need?” Emma asked as she walked into the weapon’s room.
“Erm, yeah,” Kit replied.
She eyed the golden chain around his neck, “why are you still wearing that?”
“It might work like an electrum whip,” Kit said.
“I doubt that,” Emma replied.
(4) *Kit is feeding baby Cordelia.*
“Have you finished feeding Cordelia?” Jem asked as he peered in the living room doorway.
“Almost done,” Kit said happily.
“It’s good you’re getting practice,” Jem said.
Before Kit could reply, Cordelia picked up the plate that was filled with mushy bananas and flung it in his direction.
“Oh God, not my tie. It’s from Prada!” He exclaimed as he ducked to avoid the hit.
(5) *Kit and Ty are reading after hours in the library.*
“It says here, that a Raum demon’s venom doesn’t work immediately, but kills you slowly,” Ty said while he read a passage from the book.
“How long does it take for the victim to die than?” Kit asked.
“Hold on, this is a very old book. The writing has faded over the years. Could you please bring out your witchlight?” Ty said.
Kit reached into his pocket and took something out, “would this help?”
Ty eyed the shining object in Kit’s hands, “what’s that?”
“A Swarovski crystal,” Kit replied.
(6) *Residents of the institute plan to go to the ‘Midnight theatre’.*
“We’re going to be late, if we don’t leave now,” Ty said while he sat at the edge of Kit’s bed.
“I can’t find my silver cuff links,” Kit replied as he rummaged through his drawers.
“Pick another one, you have loads to choose from,” Ty said.
“But the silver ones have your initials, please help me find them,” Kit pleaded.
Ty smiled slightly, got up from the bed and walked towards Kit.
(7) *Kit and Dru plan to visit the shadow market.*
“Have you found a way to disguise yourself while we’re there?” Drusilla asked as she approached Kit near the institute’s entrance.
“Yeah, Givenchy sunglasses,” Kit said while he put them one.
“That’s not going to help,” Drusilla said. “It’s not even sunny outside.”
“It’s more of a fashion accessory than a convenient hindrance against sunlight,” Kit said.
Drusilla rolled her eyes, but followed him out of the institute anyway.
(8) *Kit is giving baby Cordelia a bath.*
“God, your hair grows a lot quicker than mine,” Kit said as he washed off the shampoo.
The baby giggled at the statement and splashed around the small bath tub.
“Bath time is your favourite time of the day, isn’t it?” Kit asked.
Cordelia’s smile grew wider as she noticed a ring glittering on Kit’s finger. She reached out and tried to grab it.
“Uh uh, no way,” Kit began as he moved his hand away. “You’re not having anymore of my rings, especially after the last one fell down the drain.”
(9) *Kit and Ty prepare to go patrolling on Santa Monica pier.*
“Kit, I can’t find my ge-“ Ty began as he walked into the training room. “What are you wearing?”
Kit was standing beside a target board in a casual jumper and jeans.
“It’s quite cold outside. I thought my Burberry, wool jumper would keep me warm,” Kit said.
“We’re going on patrol, not a moonlight walk. It’s best you wear your gear instead,” Ty replied.
“Nope, I should be fine like this,” Kit said.
(10) *Kit and Helen argue over washing clothes.*
“Kit, do you have any clothes that need cleaning?” Helen asked.
“I don’t think so,” Kit said after some thought.
“What about your leather jacket?” Helen said.
“Nope, I’m not putting that in the washing machine with the rest of the clothes after what happened to my other jacket. Oh the horror!” Kit said dramatically.
(11) *Kit and Ty walk around the shopping centre and do window shopping.*
“I don’t know why you wanted to go shopping,” Ty said. “You seem to have a lot of things already.”
“Even I can’t resist sales,” Kit replied.
A few moments passed when Ty felt a tug on his arm. He looked down and noticed that his shirt had caught on Kit’s bracelet.
“Kit!” Ty exclaimed. “This is the third time today your Armani bracelet has done this.”
Kit looked down at both of their arms and attempted to unlink them, “sorry.”
“Maybe its best you take it off,” Ty suggested.
“Erm, absolutely not,” Kit said.
(12) *Kit finds Julian in the art studio on Friday morning.*
“Julian, are you in here? Everyone’s been looking for you,” Kit said as he opened the door to the studio slightly.
“Yeah, I’m just finishing an art work. Is everything ok?” Julian replied.
Julian was standing in front of a canvass. The small paint brush in his hand had a rich, golden colour.
“The children are getting restless because it’s Friday, and you haven’t cooked any pancakes yet,” Kit said.
“Damn,” Julian said as he walked towards Kit. “I can’t believe I forgot.”
Suddenly some paint from the brush fell to the floor, only two inches away from Kit’s Jimmy Choo shoes.
Kit flinched back.
“Oops, sorry,” Julian said.
(13) *Dru and Kit decide to investigate the convergence site.*
“Have you got anything to place your weapons in?” Drusilla asked as they made their way down the staircase.
“Yeah, my Ralph Lauren bag,” Kit replied.
Drusilla gave the bag a long look and than gave Kit a disapproving one, “a weapon’s belt would be best.”
“It’s fine,” Kit said.
“You can’t put knives in there, the bag will get ruined,” Drusilla said.
“Not if they’re sheathed,” Kit replied.
(14) *The New York institute is hosting a Christmas ball, and everyone’s invited.*
“The portal to New York is opened. It’s time to lea-“ Ty began as he approached Kit.
“What?” Kit questioned when he saw Ty’s surprised face.
“You’re not seriously wearing that, are you?” Ty asked.
Kit was dressed formally in a waistcoat, shirt, trousers and bow tie, but he had an Icon cap on his head.
“What’s wrong with it?” Kit said.
“You look like you should be going to a baseball game, not party,” Ty laughed.
“I do not!” Kit protested.
(15) *Kit and Ty are changing into gear.*
“Ty, doesn’t this look great?” Kit asked as he adjusted the cashmere scarf around his neck.
“I’m sure gear isn’t supposed to accommodate any fashionable accessories,” Ty replied.
“I think it’s about time things change than,” Kit said.
“I don’t think so,” Ty said.
“Please, just try the red one,” Kit said while he held out another scarf.
(16) *Dru and Kit are spending time together in her room.*
“What kind of perfumes do you wear?” Kit asked as he examined Drusilla’s dressing table.
“I just borrow Emma’s, and I don’t know their names half of the time,” Drusilla said.
“You should try ‘Daisy’ by Marc Jacobs, it’s supposed to be great,” Kit said.
“Who’s Marc Jacobs, some kind of warlock?” Drusilla asked.
“Yeah,” Kit said with amusement.
(17) *Kit and Mark argue before he goes on patrol.*
“Give it back to me!” Kit cried as he tugged at his Gucci trousers.
“No, you’re not wearing this, it’s too nice. You’ll ruin it,” Mark replied while he pulled gently in retaliation.
“I’ll be extra cautious! Nothing’s going to happen to the trousers,” Kit said.
“I don’t believe that,” Mark said.
(18) *Kit and Ty take a walk on the beach.*
“I thought you always preferred wearing shoes whenever we walked on sand,” Ty said while he examined Kit’s feet.
“I am prepared to make any sacrifice for my Versace trainers,” Kit replied as he held onto his shoes.
“Well at least now you understand how great sand feels under foot,” Ty said.
“It’s like a warm blanket,” Kit sighed.
(19) *Kit and Aline talk before he goes on patrol.*
“What’s that smell?” Aline asked as she approached Kit.
Kit held out a bottle of perfume, “Dolce and Gabbana, do you like it?”
“Are you mad? You’re going demon hunting, not to a fashion show,” Aline exclaimed.
“What’s your point?” Kit said.
“Demons are attracted to nice scents,” Aline said. “You’re a dead man.”
“Not before I kill them first,” Kit said with a grin.
(20) *Kit is attending a Clave meeting.*
“Now, does anyone have suggestions for changes that need to be made to the new government?” Consul Alec asked.
Kit pulled out a Swarovski pen from his pocket, “I think we need to change the way steles are made.”
Alec gave Kit a questioning look, “steles cannot be made without adamas.”
“I know,” Kit said. “Keep the adamas, but I think we should decorate them with valuable gems, like this pen.”
“Kit I don’t think-“ Alec began.
“Please, it will look good,” Kit said.
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@tdanetwork mission 1: favourite character
An AU of Kit living a completely different lifestyle to the one he’s known.
#cassandra clare#the shadowhunter chronicles#the dark artifices#the wicked powers#lady midnight#lord of shadows#qoaad#the clave in exile#the los angeles institute#devon#the blackthorns#the herondales#the carstairs#kit herondale#ty blackthorn#tessa gray#emma carstairs#jem carstairs#drusilla blackthorn#helen blackthorn#julian blackthorn#mark blackthorn#aline penhallow#alec lightwood#kit’s really living life#headcanons#tdanetwork#mission1
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~KISS AU writings 7~
OH BOY I’D BEEN WANTING TO WRITE THIS FOR A WHILE. Sometimes putting ideas together can be such a bitch.. >_> Here’s hoping this is at least halfway decent!
~Shandi
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~MODEL AU~
Featured Pairing: Bruce Kulick/Paul Stanley
Special Guest: Peter Criss
Summary: Bruce is passionate about making a name for himself the field of photography. Unfortunately for him one of his first big assignments is a photo shoot with Paul Stanley, the ‘impossible-to-work-with’ model. (told from Bruce’s POV)
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One chance. That was all I needed.
I had already submitted my portfolio to about half a dozen galleries but none of them expressed any interest. I was getting frustrated. Feeling defeated. Looking at my camera every day and asking myself ‘what the hell was the point?’ This day and age people aren’t falling all over themselves to become photographers. They needed real jobs. To pay for things. To live. Sure, I had my music to get me by. I liked playing my guitar at local clubs and bars. Being asked to come back over and over because people loved me. Taking pictures was just a hobby and I hoped to make it into a full time career. But life has a way of making you face reality in the harshest ways. Living in L.A. was expensive after all. I can’t keep my apartment by taking pictures.
Saturday night after I come home from playing at a club I see the light on my answering machine flashing. Can’t be a business call. Nobody except my mother and occasionally my brother call me on weekends. I’m thinking of just pressing the button to erase the message but something is stopping me. Guess my curiosity is way too strong. So I press the button to play the message back instead. I actually feel my heartbeat speed up as the tape rewinds. When it finally plays I hear a voice I don’t recognize.
"First of all I’m used to talkin’ to actual people so be thankful I didn’t just hang up. You must not want a job that badly if you’re not answerin’ your phone. 323-855-1220. I’m givin’ you a day to call me before I write you off."
I was at a loss for words. I had to rewind the tape and listen to it again to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. This guy definitely didn’t beat about the bush. And that accent..unmistakably Brooklyn. I grab a notepad and a pen and write down the number. I wish I could just call right now but it was probably too late. Or was it? I had no idea what his hours were but at the very least I could let him know that I got his call. What did I have to lose? I pick up the phone and dial. I’m not really expecting an answer. Two rings later someone actually picks up!
"This is Criss. Talk to me."
His tone catches me a little off guard. “Um..this is..Bruce Kulick? You called me and left me a message?” A short silence.
"Oh yeah. Called back earlier than I expected. I like you already. I’m gonna get straight to the point. I got sent one of your portfolios. Good colors, nice angles. Looks like you know what you’re doin’. Think you can shoot people the same way?"
“You mean..a model shoot?”
"Yeah. We’ve been looking for a photographer for my best model. We’ve already had to fire four of ‘em cause he didn’t like ‘em."
Wow. Sounded like a full scale diva. “If you’re willing to take a chance with me I can do it.”
"That’s what I like to hear. Come to the Catwalk Studio Monday at 9 am. 75 Santa Monica in West Hollywood. I’ll introduce ya and we can get started."
“T-Thank you, Mr. Criss! I’ll see you Monday!”
"Ciao~"
I’m way too exhausted to jump for joy but I sure as hell want to! I can’t believe my luck! This could be my big break! I’ve got busy days ahead of me~
I spend all of Sunday cleaning my equipment and placing everything in their cases. If I’m going to shoot a model I need to look as professional as possible. I put together another portfolio just in case. I’ve taken more pictures of objects and landscapes than people but I did have quite a few really nice crowd shots that might impress. Going through my closet I set out some of my best clothes for the morning. As night falls I decide to turn in early. Setting my alarm, my mind starts racing in anticipation for the morning. I wish it would stop. I need to go to sleep!
At 7 am I’m wide awake. I guess my body couldn’t wait to get the day started, not that I can blame it. I’m excited. I’m nervous. I just want everything to go right today! I shower, get dressed, have breakfast and pack all of my cases into my car. As I start the engine I hope to God that there’s not much traffic.
The drive to West Hollywood was relatively uneventful which was a damn blessing. By the time I find the studio it was 8:45. I rush to grab my cases and get inside. The woman at the front desk looks up and smiles at me. “Good morning, sir and welcome to Catwalk Studio~ How can I help you?” I place my camera case on the desk. “Good morning~ My name is Bruce Kulick. I’m supposed to meet Mr. Criss at 9 o’clock?” She flips through her appointment calendar. “Oh yes, Mr. Kulick! Just have a seat. Mr. Criss will be out soon~” I smile at her and sit in a nearby chair, watching the clock like a hawk. At precisely 9 a door at the end of the hallway opened. Out stepped a man dressed in a pristine black suit. His long black hair was streaked with gray and he wore green tinted glasses. He was much shorter than me but..he had a presence about him that was instantly intimidating. That has to be him.
I get up from my seat when he approached the front desk. “My next appointment here, Lydia?”
“Yes sir, Mr. Criss he’s right behind you~”
He turned to me, putting on a smile that was 100% business. “Good! I prefer it when they’re early instead of on time. I’m sure you’re lookin’ forward to gettin’ started.” Of course I nod. “Yes sir! The sooner the better~” He places a hand on my back and guides me down the hall. “Then lemme introduce ya to your model. Gonna warn ya right now. Don’t let his looks turn you into putty. He’s good for business but he’s a pain in my ass. Don’t let him sass you. He’s the one doin’ the work for you, not the other way around. Get me?” I nod again. This guy really sounds like a piece of work. I just hope I can follow his advice and not blow it.
As we approached the entrance to the studio a frustrated woman was storming her way out. Mr. Criss immediately frowned. “What’s going on? You’re supposed to be doing his hair.” She huffed. “I’m sorry, Mr. Criss but he won’t let me do it! He says I’m giving him split ends and that he can do it better himself! I’m done arguing with him. I’m going on break, sir.” And off she went. Mr. Criss sighed, taking his glasses off to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I swear if he wasn’t so fuckin’ pretty I’d kick him to the curb. Look..if you wanna back out I’d understand.” He looked terribly frustrated. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. “No, sir. I want to help in any way I can.” He patted my shoulder. “You’ve got the patience of a saint, Kulick. You’re gonna need it with that one.” He leads me into the studio and I set my equipment down. “Yo, Diva Star! Got your new photographer here!” I chuckle at the nickname. I’m sure it’s well earned from what I’ve already heard. The model seemed to be much too busy taming his fluffy curls with a ridiculous amount of hairspray to turn away from his mirror. “Ugh..can you please not call me that, Petey? I am not a diva!”
“Yeah..and I’m the Queen of England. Now get over here!”
He turned..and I could swear I felt my heart stop. What Mr. Criss told me about his looks was the understatement of the decade. He was gorgeous. That face..that body. He looked like he was born to walk a runway. The way his hips moved when he walked was hypnotizing. Mr. Criss’ voice was the only thing that snapped me out of my trance. “Bruce, this is Paul Stanley. Paul..do me a big fuckin’ favor and don’t drive this one off like you did all the others.” Paul just pursed his lips as he scrutinized me. “Hm. Maybe I just won’t this time. He’s kinda sexy~”
I think I’m really going to like this job~
To be Continued!!
#Shandi's drabbles#KISS AU writings#here we go with another unexplored pairing~#these are actually more fun to write~#Paul is a spoiled diva#Bruce just wants to get ahead#Peter is done with Paul's shit#but when is he not amirite? XD#set in 1987#Supermodel StarChild~
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I Guess I Just Feel Like~ C.B
Word count: 2804
A/N: Not gonna lie, I think this may be my best one so far ;) I was inspired by John Mayer’s new song I Guess I Just Feel like so if you wanna feel all the good vibes and feel sad at the same time, go listen to it it’s super good! Please tell me what you like/ didn’t like, I really wanna improve as a writer cause I’m still new at the whole creative writing thing. I can bust out a 10 page argumentative essay like no other but I struggle when it comes to this stuff lol. But I’d love feedback! love you guys <3
The road was steep, so steep in fact that she could hear her car struggling every now and then to gun it. The Hollywood hills were a bitch, made for the famous who could afford cars good enough to get to their house, not for her hand-me-down Civic that was bound to explode at any given time. But she made it. And at the top, she found his car empty in a park and him not far away, perched on a picnic bench with his guitar and his back to her. Parking next to him and watching him for a few moments put her into a trance, because he was so in his in own element, so Corbyn; something she hadn’t witnessed in what felt like a lifetime. The way he strummed and moved his fingers up and down the neck of the guitar, the way he would close his eyes and bob his head when he got really into whatever it was he was playing. The way he’d take a moment every couple minutes to stop, look up and appreciate the view. The way she could just tell that his mind was running a million miles an hour, and nothing in the world could stop it.
So she didn’t, she sat behind the wheel, music quietly playing over the speakers and watched him. She watched and watched and waited for Corbyn’s head to stop spinning so much, because she knew there was a lot up there, knew that he didn’t like to talk about his thoughts. But he was strong and he could conquer anything, but she wasn’t quite sure, with how he had been acting, if he could push through this one.
Suddenly, Corbyn laid his guitar beside him on the picnic table and placed his elbows and his knees, his face in his palms as he continued to think. She exited the car and slowly made her way to the bench.
It was spring and the air was chillier than usual and the trees, bushes and flowers were in full bloom. Birds chirped and people rode by on bikes and skateboards and walked their dogs or were taking their kids home from the playground that was just a short stroll away. The area around them was loud, but the problem was Corbyn’s silence was even louder, because he was never silent. He joked and he sang and he would dance along with his band mates and sing along with her in the car, he was constantly uploading Instagram stories and Tweeting, responding to fans and loving life. And she wasn’t really sure when that all changed.
She approached Corbyn, though still behind him, he could tell she was there, could feel her whenever she was around. He could feel her concern and her worries and her heartache, because she didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what was going on and it was a first for the both of them. Because the two had been friends since diapers and they shared everything, and when friendship turned into more after high school graduation, there was no way in hell anyone could have been closer than Corbyn and her were. They were one, Corbyn and y/n, y/n and Corbyn. Always associated with one another, always a package deal.
“I’m sorry,” He told her, not turning around. He continued to look out past the hills and at the city. The sun was beginning to set and golden hour was in full force. The skyscrapers gleamed against the sunshine and the lights on Santa Monica Pier were on, and beginning to sparkle just a bit to show the craziness that would presume once the sun had hidden itself behind the horizon.
She found a spot next to him, his guitar in the middle, “you don’t need to be sorry, you have nothing to be sorry for,” she told him, staring out into Los Angeles with him.
The silence remained until the sun had fallen behind the skyscrapers and the sky began to look more like cotton candy with every second.
“Do you ever miss home?” Corbyn asked her, glancing away from the city and to her.
“Yeah, every now and then. Sometimes I wish my mom was with me to help do the dishes, or that dad was here to repair my car. But I also know that I have a home here, that home being you,” she said, a small smile on her face as she stared down to her worn out sandals.
He chuckled a bit, diving back into his own thoughts, “funny how that turned out isn’t,” he said, mostly to himself, returning his attention back to the skyline.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I mean I’m never even home. I’m always on tour or in the studio or filming something with the boys. You moved out here to be with me, and I feel like I barely see you and I’m sorry.” He told her, putting his head down a bit.
“Corbyn you have nothing to be sorry for, I knew what I was getting into, I knew you were going to be gone. I knew because I knew you could make it, could see the talent in you and the boys and wanted to be physically here to support you.” She told him, a hand on his thigh.
“I know, I know and I love you for that. Really y/n I do.” He said, “I don’t know I guess I just got a lot on my mind.”
“Then talk to me.” And with that, she could see his head go back into overdrive, finding the words that he needed to express how he feels. A couple minutes go by and by then, the sky was a deep fiery orange with white wisps of clouds.
“I just don’t feel like myself. Like I’m lying to everyone, well not lying, but that’s basically what it is. I feel like I can’t be myself because I have to worry about what the press will say or what my manager wants or I can’t cuss in interviews or when I meet a fan ‘cause my publicist says it’s bad publicity. I feel like I’m two different people and my alter ego just comes out when the cameras turn on. And I’m kind of tired you know? Thinking about every move you make and every word you say is exhausting, and sometimes I just want to run back home to my mom who will tell me I did good and just go to college and find a normal job. I want to go back home because I miss my mom, and my dad and my sister and all our friends. I miss our favorite hiking trail and walking your dog who poops literally every two minutes and we’d be annoyed but it was also the highlight of my day. I miss seeing all our old friends from high school, hell I fucking miss school, which I never thought I’d ever say. I just see them killing it over at college and wonder if I’m missing out y’know?” Corbyn’s words were fast, and not thought out, but it was Corbyn’s mind and his mind was just exploding from being constrained for so long. He took a minute to think again to find the words he hadn’t come up with.
But y/n didn’t talk, she just continued to look between her boyfriend’s face and the city that she hadn’t realized brought him so much pain.
“I mean, I used to daydream about being here in LA, doing what I’m doing. Playing arenas and selling out tours and releasing music. I dreamt about making it big and being able to afford a big, luxurious house for the two of us, and I have, I’ve made it but I don’t even get to enjoy it with you. I’m never even home, I’m on tour or I’m in the studio writing and recording. If it’s not that it’s a photoshoot with the boys or shooting a music video for our next single. I don’t get to live in the house I’ve, and you’ve, worked so hard for and it’s frustrating. And I sound like the biggest idiot, sound like the biggest crybaby I’ve ever heard. I mean there’s people living on the streets down there, families who don’t have food. Fucking Flint, Michigan still doesn’t have clean water and villages in Africa don’t even have water or are living in a war zone and I’m here complaining because I can’t spend more time in my fucking house. I’m sitting here complaining over stupid things because I miss my girlfriend. Because I miss you, I miss you so much. I see you at night when I come home, we go to sleep and then I wake up before you and leave again. It’s not fair to you, hell it’s not fair to me.” He took a deep breath, his head falling between his knees. She thought he was going to cry, but he didn’t, he kept himself composed.
“Corbyn, it’s okay, I understand and I’m not mad-” she tried to tell him, but she was cut off. Suddenly Corbyn stood up from the picnic table and started pacing back and forth.
“I know that you’re okay with it and that’s the problem. Because y/n, you’re so patient with me, so kind and loving and forgiving. And I’m terrified I’m abusing those beautiful, those amazing qualities about you. I’m terrified that one day you’re going to get tired of waiting for me to come home and waking up alone. Because one day you’re bound to get tired of living alone in such a big city and you’re going to pack your bags and move back home to Virginia. And the problem is I wouldn’t blame you, because I wouldn’t put up with me either, because I’m never there. I wouldn’t blame you if you went back to Fairfax and found another man who was actually present and made you happy. I wouldn’t be mad that you would’ve moved on, but I’ll always be hung up on you because I don’t have time to find anyone else. It will literally always be you” He sat back down and the bench, still not done with emptying his brain.
“I just wish I was around more, wish I could enjoy what we have, what we’ve made together more. But I love my job, and I love my bandmates, my brothers and I love you so much and I don’t know what side to choose. Because this city gives you an expiration date, people only last so long in the music industry before falling down the inevitable rabbit hole, and we’ve only barely started. I mean Why Don’t We is still young, not even three years old yet, and we’re doing so good. So so so so so good and it’s exciting because the boys and I have worked so hard to get to this place. But these last two years have felt like a lifetime and I’m tired and I know you’re tired, and to be honest, I don’t know if I can last until the bands expiration date, because we’re growing so fast our date seems to be getting further and further every day. I guess I just feel like… like I’m reaching my breaking point.” Corbyn ended his rant, his tangent and he was breathless.
And y/n was at a loss of words, because she knew there was a lot up there in that big brain of his, but not that much. She didn’t realize he had so much fear in him, so much loneliness and fatigue.
By now the sky was a dark purple and rim between the sky and the sea was a dark, deep red, about to disperse into blue and purple as well.
“Can I tell you what I think?” y/n asked. Corbyn nodded his head, looking out into the city once more as the lights began to sparkle and the Pier was in full swing with the ferris wheel and colorful blinking lights. The Hollywood Sign, shined white as a reminder to what the city has provided for not just them, but for everyone who lives within it.
“I think that your thoughts are completely valid, I think that you have every right to think that way. But I also believe that you think too much, that you get into your own head. There is no reason you should be jealous of our friends back home who drink every weekend and spend the next five nights studying for a stupid midterm. Because having a real job sucks all the creativity from your soul, and your soul is one of the most colorful ones I have ever seen. Corbyn you were born to do what you do, born to sing and dance and perform and make everyone around you happy and a better person. All five of you were destined to be here in this city, with this lifestyle. And I know it’s hard work and I know you’re tired, but I’m sitting here on the sidelines, listening to what people are saying, what people are posting, watching you guys work your asses off everyday, and it’s worth it. Because you guys are smashing it and are so close to becoming the next One Direction or BackStreet Boys or the fucking Beatles for Christ’s sake. But you can’t stop now, it isn’t your time, right now it’s your time to conquer the world, and if you think I won’t be there every step of the way you’re delusional. If you think I’d run back home to some hillbilly who peaked in high school your insane, because just like you said, Corbyn, you’re it for me too. We’ve been best friends since our moms used the same changing table together to change our diapers, and if you think that’ll ever change you’re wrong, you’re so so so so wrong.” She grabbed his face and laid kisses everywhere.
“And I miss you too, I miss you so much when you’re on tour or when you’re in the studio, but you know what I tell myself?” Corbyn shook his head, “I tell myself that I don’t need you by my side every waking hour of the day. Though it’d be nice, I know that you’re thinking about me just as much as I’m thinking about you. Our relationship is different y’know? We don’t need to speak everyday, we don’t need to constantly check up on each other, because it’s us and our love is strong enough to bare the silence, bare the space between us. And I know at the end of the day, when you’re home or whether you’re in the middle of Asia, we go to bed loving one another and waking up with the same love in our hearts. Don’t give up Corbs, this is your time, you’ve made it so far and I’m so proud. I know you’re tired and you miss your family and I know there’s nothing we can do about it, but we’ll miss them together. The next break you have, we’ll be on the next flight home to Virginia, and we’ll walk my gross, poopy dog and we’ll hike to the top of our favorite mountain and binge eat your mom’s pasta because man that shit is good.”
Corbyn laughed, a smile broke out into his face and the beautiful noises left his mouth, “she does make some kick-ass Alfredo doesn’t she?” He said.
“Damn right she does,” y/n laughed, “and we’ll even take a trip to University of Virginia one weekend and we’ll party all night so you can understand that you’re not missing out on anything. Because all those students want to be in the position you are in right now. And we’ll donate to charities for the poor and for the third world countries so you don’t have to feel bad about the successes you’ve made for yourself. Because Corbyn, you deserve every single success that you have been blessed with and do not ever second guess yourself.”
Corbyn looked at her, amazed by her words and the confidence behind them. Amazed because he truly did have it all, all stuffed inside of one girl. All of his doubt had completely vanished, and he had never felt better about where he was then in that moment.
He couldn’t help but crack the biggest smile the world has ever seen as he cupped her face and connected their lips, as he instantly felt a sense of home. A moment passed when he pulled away and looked deep into her eyes to see nothing but love and admiration.
“I love you so much y/n y/l/n, you don’t even know the half of it,” he told you.
“I love you too Corbyn Besson, and I plan to tell you that everyday,” She smiled as he picked up his guitar and began strumming, nothing but his singing and the lights of the city of dreams to focus on.
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Zero SR vs Energica SS9: EV Race
Brandon and I recently drove down from Monterey to LA on business. He rode an Energica Esse Esse 9 while I rode my Zero SR. One of the main features of the Energica is the full support of level 3 CCS stations which can deliver a full charge to the bike in as little as 20 minutes. One of the goals of the trip was to visit as many CCS stations down Hwy 101 as we could and determine if it was possible to make the trip entirely utilizing CCS.
Meanwhile my Zero SR was equipped with 4 digiNow SuperChargers capable of delivering 13kW from the plentiful selection of level 2 stations available at every town and sometimes in between. This gave my Zero with a Power Tank a consistent 1 hour charge time if totally empty but required use of either dual J1772 stations or a single Tesla Destination station.
On Thursday we drove down and mostly explored what was available for CCS while meeting with friendly fellow riders and documenting stations. Late Thursday night we stayed with a friend in Hollywood and discussed the plans for the rest of the trip and reviewed footage taken earlier that day.
The next day Brandon and I parted ways to take care of business but hatched the idea of a race back to Monterey on Saturday. I would be starting in Irvine and Brandon in Long Beach. Neither of us thought the other stood a chance, and we both proclaimed our own easy victories. Obviously I would win, I had consistent 11-13kW and a nearly infinite amount of stations. Brandon had powerful 23kW stations as long as he was in the greater LA area. Beyond that they grew fewer and fewer, sometimes only one per town, and in some cases the single one was offline. I fully expected him to be far ahead in the morning with me easily overtaking him when he was forced to subsyst on level 2 charging at 3.3kW. He, on the other hand, figured he would gain an insurmountable advantage early on and the times he would have to utilize level 2 would be inconsequential. We were both wrong.
The night before the race I mapped out my route via PlugShare. It should be noted that I had rode this route once before with Brandon about 15 months prior. He was my guide because he had ridden these roads constantly and knew every station along the way. I remembered a couple of his preferred stops, but not all of them. On his end, he was going on the information he'd learned on the trip down. He knew the roads but not the level 3 stations. I would also like to note that I was carrying all of the gear. This includes about 40lbs of 6awg wires and portable charging stations in the case on my bike because primadonna Brandon refused to sully the beautiful Energica with things like luggage or straps.
Saturday morning I awoke shortly after 6am. My gracious host was already awake and playing Hearthstone on his PC but offered to cook breakfast for me, which I readily accepted, not knowing which charging stations were near any sort of amenities. I was also accutely aware of Brandon's inability to function before 8am and figured I would ensure my victory by starting early. By 7:15 I had said goodbye and was on the road. Please note the awesome matching Teslas of my host. Zero hidden in middle of shot.
My first stop was a complete failure. I had planned out a reasonable office complex in Santa Monica that had a non-shared ChargePoint. I made great time, but one of the stations was taken by an EV car. As I plugged into the single station I quickly scanned Plugshare for alternatives. The Wells Fargo building nearby promised 8 J1772 stations, but I quickly discovered it was locked for the weekend, and also apparently under construction. I then wandered, seemingly aimlessly, for some time as my GPS on my aging iPhone 6 is spotty and unreliable. I eventually found myself in a paid parking lot at some sort of recording studio fussing with Tesla Destination chargers. They worked but shut off after ~4 minutes. I tweaked the settings on my chargers to skip the ramp procedure so I could just reset every 4 minutes and grab full power, but this grew tedious. A security guard wandered out after 20 minutes to investigate what I was doing, but wished me luck after I explained what I was doing. I found another potential spot for consistent charging and left having only gained about 25% battery and paying an astronomical $12 parking fee.
Brandon was awake by this point. Not only awake, but also apparently playing in Malibu Canyon a mere mile or two from me.
My next stop was perfect. It was a 4 story parking garage between Sherman Oaks and Van Nuys that promised 4 ChargePoint stations on the roof. As it was Saturday I figured it would be empty. I was right. Not only was it empty but it also had a shaded alcove with 3 benches where, presumably, employees took smoking breaks. I popped the drone out and took a little footage. I was able to get full power off 2 stations and completely top off having wasted over an hour getting lost in Santa Monica.
At this point I made sure to share my location on my phone with Brandon. He had already done so for me so I felt it was fair that he should see what I was doing. Due to the inconsistency of my GPS this did make him paranoid as apparently my map location had a tendency to warp. My next stop was one I remembered from the previous trip, the Amtrak station in Carpenteria. This one was extremely important because I remembered 4 Chargepoint plugs, bathrooms, a mini mart, and a beachfront burger joint. I arrived at around 15% charge and discovered, much to my dismay, an EV car plugged into one of the stations. These were shared stations meaning each station has the capacity to deliver 6.6kW total between 2 plugs. In order to get full power I would need to be the only one at the 2 stations. This proved impossible so I plugged in 3 of my chargers into the 2 plugs and set myself to 3/4 charging capacity.
I checked my map to discover I was actually ahead of Brandon but he was closing in fast. I thought he might watch his map and come say hi but instead just blew by on highway 1 at high speeds.
Sadly my 3/4 charging speeds meant I would need over an hour, so I had a burger at the tiny beachfront joint. It was noon by this point. After I was done there it came time for one of the most enjoyable legs of the trip: Highway 154 to Chumash Casino. This is an absolutely gorgeous twisty road that climbs up and down the mountains and a must for anyone traveling the 101 on a bike. As it ends it spits you out at Chumash Casino which is jam packed with free level 2 charging stations. I plugged in, went inside the casino, and had some sort of asian steamed veggie bowl at the food court so I could feel good about patronizing the establishment. I don't have a photo of this because I was trying to do a facebook livestream but apparently the signal in the garage is insufficient. Refreshed and full of bok choy, I resumed my trek north.
My next stop was the Lowe's parking lot in Santa Maria. I had scouted this out on PlugShare and knew it was a goldmine. 10+ free J stations? Heck yeah. I used to live near another Lowe's that had a similar setup so I was certain this was a good choice. It was. I parked, plugged in, and checked my map. Brandon was a mere 0.3 miles away at the CCS station at a BMW dealership. It was at this point my brother texted us and said he had made a ton of cheeseburgers on the grill and we should hurry home to eat them. I found out later Brandon had not eaten all day and was basically drooling in his helmet the next few hours thinking about burgers. I sat down behind a shaded wall in the parking lot and uploaded the following picture to FaceBook:
This generated a buzz because Brandon was posting about his progress and people realized we were damn close. This, to me, indicated some theatrics were in order. I noted that my batteries were quite warm at 120F, and Zero's safety measures shut them off around 136F. However, the cautious way I was riding meant my batteries cooled down as I rode and warmed up as I SuperCharged. I knew this, and I knew how to keep them from overheating. But I posted like I was concerned about this to generate a little drama. Obviously I was going to win at this point. Brandon was a couple hundred yards away and running out of CCS stations. What chance did he have? In fact, his very last CCS station was next and it only gave 17kW. I topped off, packed up, and headed to Paso Robles.
Because I was so confident in my imminent victory I decided to delay posting of my photos until I was done and packing up rather than having just arrived. I had planned to use a high-power Tesla Destination charger in Paso Robles, but some inconsiderate Tesla owner, no doubt a paying guest of the hotel, was using it instead. Disgusted, I backtracked to the South edge of town and the promise of 4 open ChargePoint stations. There I encountered 2 homeless men keeping out of the sun thanks to a large tree on the south edge of the parking lot. I asked if I could share their shade and struck up a conversation. It was a father, Jim, and his adult son who had fallen on hard times, had been living in a shelter in San Luis Obispo, but took the train up to Paso to visit mom for Mother's Day. We chatted and he charged his phone off my bike. As we talked I checked my map and realized Brandon was literally about to pass by within 50 feet.
"Wait for it," I said to my new friend Jim. About 10 seconds later the banshee wail of the Energica could be detected. Brandon breezed through town, looked right, and gave a friendly wave and beep while heading to his CCS station. Jim was over the moon with newfound excitement. I hope he gets back on his feet.
Despite pulling ~12kW from the 2 ChargePoints, Brandon was fully topped off and heading North before I was even done. This is where it truly got interesting. North of Paso the headwinds kick in STRONG and there was literally no more CCS for Brandon. I planned to stop at a place called The Mill at 43 Olive Ranch which has several Tesla Destination chargers and a Clipper Creek J1772. The final stop would be King City which had a single Chargepoint station. Brandon would have to stop at The Mill to top off before King City, and it was basically all over for him at that point.
I pulled into The Mill to find it totally empty. No Brandon. Turned out he found a nice, fat truck to draft behind and, AGAINST ALL ODDS, made it from Paso to King City in 30mph headwinds on a naked sportbike. Hell, it killed half my battery to get to The Mill a mere 30 miles away. Tiny voices of doubt started to make themselves known. But surely he could only charge at a paltry 3.3kW in King City, right? I was drawing 12kW and could draw 6.6kW once I hit King City which was double his rate.
I cautiously drove to King City. As Brandon pointed out in one of his posts during all of this, the Zero batteries were never meant for this sort of duty. They are meant to be bulletproof. The cells are encased in a flame-retardant epoxy. This keeps them super safe but makes cooling them a bit of a challenge. Running air, water, or ice along the outside does not appreciably lower the temperature of the cells deep in the middle of the pack. They have to naturally dissappate heat. I'm aware of this so I almost never went above 70mph to allow my pack to deal with the constant stress of lugging me and all of Brandon's 6awg charging cables. My batteries never went above 124F which is, as I posted on FaceBook, where stuff gets REALLY fun. The hotter the battery the less resistance there is and in Brandon's bastardized phrasing, more opportunities for 'dank whoolies'.
I arrived in King City. This was our first stop a mere couple days before. We were both around 30% if memory served but I was charging at twice his speed at this point. This was where the biggest decision was made. Brandon assumed he had it in the bag at this point, because the road ahead was Carmel Valley G16, an incredibly twisty difficult path. I have driven this road. I've driven it in both daytime and nighttime. It is completely acceptable in daytime. Welcome, in fact. In nighttime is is full of families of wild boar crossing the road in packs and moths that suicide into your visor and render it inoperable. No thanks. I opted to stay on Highway 101 to Salinas and deviate to Highway 68 from there. Brandon's smirk shriveled when I told him this. "But.. the twisties are where I have an advantage!" he bemoaned
"I know," I said, "I'm not a complete idiot."
To pass the time we headed to the local diner and consumed our pre-battle milkshakes while Rampage played on the TV
As my Zero SR finished charging, Brandon was only at 74%. He insisted I couldn't leave before him, and some other words I couldn't hear from my helmet as I left before him. I drove to Salinas VERY, very carefully. The headwinds were very strong and constant. I probably never went above 60mph. Up ahead were milestones I knew from months of commuting and were also the most harrowing parts of the journey. I *knew* that at the turnoff I was headed towards I would need 15% battery under normal riding conditions. I reached the turnoff at 14%. I *knew* that it would take me 7% battery to climb Los Laureles Grade to get to the EV station on the other side. I reached the grade at a low 7% and drove it at 30mph, waving any car past me. At the peak of the grade I was casually climbing at 25mph and wondered what would happen if I twisted the throttle all the way. Nothing happened, actually. I crested the peak at 2% and was horrified to remember that regenerative braking doesn't work when you're that low. I coasted all the way down to the EV stations at 2% and found all parking spots were full. Just about to give up I realized only 2 out of 3 cars were actually charging, and the 6.6kW Clipper Creek was open. Carefully I wedged my Zero between the cars without touching them and, with about an inch to spare, plugged into the station for some sweet sweet sip.
I checked my map and Brandon was lost in the deep, dark, receptionless land of Carmel Valley. I *knew* I needed at least 10% from that particular EV station to the finish line, so I opted to charge to 11% and pack up. I checked my phone again and Brandon popped into view less than a mile away. Aw, crap. I hastily packed up my EV cord and avoided hitting the charging Teslas as the unmistakable motor in the Energica passed me. Single lane road. No way to catch and pass him. Double crap. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how we finished within mere minutes of each other. He arrived at 2% battery; I arrived at 1%.
Final thoughts:
I was really pushing the Zero to its limits. Brandon was regularly dumping ridiculous amounts of power both to and from the battery. As long as Zero motorcycles have the 1C limitation on charging they won't be aimed towards any sort of touring. Or, to put it another way, if you plan a day trip that has more than 2 full charge stops, the Zero is probably not the right choice. But this was NEVER what the bike was intended for. I'm literally trying to shove a square peg in a round hole. The Energica battery, on the other hand, is more suited to dissipating heat as Brandon was not only charging at 2C or more, but as he admitted later he was often driving well above the posted speed limit*.
*allegedly
If you are in an area with plentiful level 3 CCS charging, an Energica is an incredibly viable choice for not only a daily commuter, but also for a killer weekend twisty beast. Personally I think we should embrace both. What do you guys think?
Also for real neither side is paying me for this write-up. Both Brandon and I agreed we'd like to do more of these races in the future. If you'd like to get in on this with your electric motorcycle please drop us a line. The more the merrier.
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God of War (PlayStation 4)
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So I missed out on God of War.
Back in 2005, when the first game was released by Santa Monica Studios for the Playstation 2, I was finishing up college. I remember reading about the game’s development and being fascinated by the concept - a Spartan warrior who decides he wants to kill the Greek gods? Cool. I never got a chance to play it upon its initial release because I was a broke college student and had probably spent what little money I had on some other game. I considered renting it, but no, no, this was a game I needed extensive time on and didn’t want to binge in order to get it back to the video store on time.
Before I could get ahold of it either way, some college buddies of mine bought the game and so began playing the ever loving crap out of it. Every time I came over to hang out, they were playing God of War, which bugged me because the whole game was being spoiled for me. When my friends played a game, they had this sick compulsion to REPLAY it over and over and over (whereas I finish a game and move on, like a sane person). This went on for at least 2-3 months before my desire to play the game myself was replaced with resentment for the entire series.
I had always meant to play the trilogy at some point, but other games took precedence. So when the 4th entry into the series, simply titled God of War, was released this year, and it was clear that the game was a kind of soft reboot/sequel (in the way that Resident Evil 4 was a soft reboot/sequel), it seemed like a perfect jumping on point for a newb like me.
Now I want to say normally I’m very uncomfortable just jumping into the the middle of a series like this. I don’t like to say things like, “I’m OCD”, because I feel it trivializes an potentially serious mental illness in order for people to make themselves sound less boring, but... I think I have mild OCD, especially in that I’m incredibly resistant to watching movies and TV shows out of order or playing video games out of order. It’s not just a preference thing - I get physically out of sorts when someone insists I watch something like The Raid 2, but I haven’t seen the first one. They might be like, “It’s an entirely new story with different characters, you don’t need to see the first one” to which I’m like, “No, you don’t understand, I NEED to see it.” However, I don’t think I’m actually OCD because many times I’ll break down and just get over my weird fixation on watching/playing things in order. My introduction to the Elder Scrolls series via starting with Oblivion and never looking back (Morrow-what?) is evidence enough to me that I am perfectly capable of skipping games in a series without feeling terribly bad about it.
The point of this dumb tangent is that I was dead set against playing this new God of War until I played through the first three, but it seemed to me like the developers went out of their way to make this game accessible to people who are new to the franchise, so I pulled an Elder Scrolls and blew caution to the (Morrow)wind. I’m kind of glad I did too, for reasons I’ll explain further when I discuss the story.
The game takes place years after the third, with the legendary “Ghost of Sparta”, Kratos, having retired into the mountains far away from his homeland of Greece. When we meet Kratos, he is in the process of building a pyre with which to cremate the remains of his dead wife so that he and his son Atreus can take her ashes to the “highest peak in all the realms”, according to her final wishes. At first Kratos is reluctant to bring Atreus on the journey, believing him to not be ready, but his hand is forced after a god named Baldur, brother of the Nordic god Thor, unexpectedly shows up to pick a fight with Kratos. After barely surviving the encounter, Kratos realizes that he and Atreus both would be more safe on the move than staying in one place long enough for Baldur to show up for round two. However, along the way, Kratos uses the journey as a opportunity to continue training his son to become a man, while Atreus is insatiably curious to learn more about his stoic badass of a father, but Kratos ain’t talking because he doesn’t want his son to know about his true godly nature.
So yes, the new God of War game is, at its core, a story about an estranged father and son bonding during a journey. Cue “Cats in the Cradle”:
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Kidding aside, I absolutely loved this aspect of the game and I enjoyed the back and forth between the characters throughout the story. This was helped by excellent voice acting by Sunny Sulijic as Atreus and Christopher Judge (of Stargate SG-1 fame) as Kratos. Evidently, Judge took over the role because the game developers needed someone who was physically closer in size to Kratos in the game for animation purposes. While I’m sure this was regrettable for fans of Carson’s work with the character, Judge is no slouch, and does such a great job even diehard fans of the series have to give it up to him as worthy of the mantle.
Fans of the series may be quick to point out that I may not feel that way if I were more familiar with the series, and that’s fair. Like I mentioned before, though, I’m glad that I’m coming in fresh, because not only does that make me a little more open to a different sounding Kratos, but not being as familiar with mythos of the series makes me just as eager as Atreus to hear more about his bloody past. One might say it takes on a... mythical quality?
No, wait, please keep reading, I apologize!
The game plays like a brawler in the style of Bloodborne or Dark Souls, though certainly not as difficult as those games are infamous for being. That being said, God of War ain’t a cake walk either! The game has a respectable bite to it challenge wise, forcing the player to learn how to deal with individual enemy types beyond repetitive Dynasty Warriors style hack-n-slashery. The optional boss fights with the Corrupted Valkyries is an absolute treat in which to test one’s skills, leading up to a hell of a brawl with the Valkyrie Queen (whom I couldn’t beat... dammit). That being said, epic boss battles like that are way too sparse and the same enemies get overused a little too much.
While Kratos eventually regains his iconic Chaos Blades from the previous games (spoilers), his main weapon is an axe called Leviathan and ohhh what a fun weapon it is too! Similar to Thor’s hammer Mjolnir, Kratos can hurl the axe at enemies, and call it back at will. This spices up battles a lot, allowing you to pull off awesome moves like throwing your axe at an enemy to freeze them with its ice powers, and beating another enemy with your bare fists, before calling your axe back to you, which slices up or trips enemies in its trajectory back to you. Meanwhile, your son isn’t just sitting on the sidelines cheering you on (or warning you of attacks from behind, which is helpful) - Atreus jumps into the fray to help either by shooting baddies with his bow and arrow or he’ll often leap on their head and keep them prone long enough for you to deliver powerful, but slow, cleaving blows with your axe.
And anyone with traumatic memories of GoldenEye 64 escort missions need not worry - Atreus cannot die! Yay!
Besides the main story quest, the game offers a nice variety of side quests to keep you busy without being so overwhelming that you totally forget there even IS a main quest (which is something that often happens to me A LOT with games of this type). Fortunately, besides killing all 50 of Odin’s ravens, the side quests are actually a lot of fun and don’t involve insipid fetch quests. While some of them can be fairly time consuming, like the labyrinth in Niflheim, none of them ever felt tedious.
If my ramblings haven’t made it clear, God of War is amazing game, which delivers a compelling “cinematic experience”, but without sacrificing substantive gameplay (a formula a lot of AAA developers named after badly behaved canines have trouble balancing). However, you don’t have to take MY word for it...
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My Top 12 Most Anticipated Games of 2018
2017 was an absolute monster of a year for video games, and it’s starting to appear that January is going to be the only time where we aren’t going to be inundated with new releases to play, and inevitably miss out on. However, there are already more than a few games coming out in 2018 that have my attention and think they should have yours, too. Now bear in mind: This is a pretty PS4 heavy list, for obvious reasons, but if you do some Googling, you’ll find a lot of these are multi-platform releases. The other thing to consider, is while I consider myself a great optimist, I have to be real with myself, so no matter what the developers and publishers tell us, you aren’t going to find games like Death Stranding, Kingdom Hearts III, or The Last of Us Part II on this list, because, let’s face it, they aren’t coming out in 2018. Perhaps, the most frightening part of this list, is most of these games have been confirmed for at least the first half of the year, leaving June through December pretty wide open for us as gamers to have a crowded schedule.
12) The Longest Five Minutes
Coming out of NIS America, The Longest Five Minutes takes a twist on the traditional RPG and starts out at the end, facing off against the game’s final boss, however, your character has lost every memory of their adventure, including their name, abilities, and even why he’s in this battle. Throughout the battle, comments made by his allies, and taunts by the Demon King will trigger flashbacks to help fill in the heroes memory gaps. It comes out in just a few weeks on both Vita and Nintendo Switch and the premise alone put this on my radar.
11) Days Gone
We finally saw what Sony’s Bend Studio has been working on at E3 2016, and while it felt more like a “Lookee how many things we can have on the screen at once” they expounded on the stealth aspects of the game at PSX, showing the game to potentially being somewhere between The Last of Us and Horizon Zero Dawn. It sits so low on my list, partly because it’s Bend’s first release since Uncharted: Golden Abyss, and their first console release since Syphon Filter: Logan’s Shadow, and partly because I’m not 100% sold on this coming out in 2018, but, if I’m over here spoutin’ off Last of Us Part 2 is coming in 2019, then Day’s Gone needs to be hitting shelves in 2018 as to not be cannibalized by a much more established IP. I love the idea of an open world motorcycle game, though, and hopefully, it’s something akin to much under-appreciated Mad Max.
10) The Walking Dead: A Telltale Series The Final Season
It’s pretty firmly established that I love adventure games, and I love Telltale. They hit a home run in 2012 with the first season of The Walking Dead, but while they continue to swing for the fences on various other licensed and popular properties, they haven’t quite fully captured the magic that made The Walking Dead’s first season so special. Sure, Season Two and Season Three had their high points, and Telltale has shown some of the magic in their other games like Tales from the Borderlands, Guardians of the Galaxy, and Batman, but this is their chance to give Clementine, a character we’ve spent six years growing up with, a proper send-off and story, after spending Season Three side-stepping her.
9) God of War
Yo. Real talk, I’m not a God of War guy. I don’t need that much screamy chain man in my life, and frankly, Kratos has just been a dude, to me, that has zero redeeming qualities. Yea, he’s angry because of his tragic backstory, but, like...can you not? Here’s the thing though, Sony Santa Monica has created a tamer, humbled Kratos that seems to have far more to lose. While I think we’re starting to teeter on seeing too much of the game, game director Cory Barlog keeps saying the right things about this installment that has more-than-piqued my interest. And me being interested in a God of War game speaks volumes.
8) Adventure Time: Pirates of the Enchiridion
Adventure Time is the one franchise that has been itching for a quality game under its banner. We’ve had a handful of various dungeon crawler games, top-down Zelda clones, and adventure games, but they’ve either missed on the art style or totally whiffed on the gameplay. Pirates of the Enchiridion may possibly be the Adventure Time game that the series fans have been clamoring for. It’s an open-world game set in the Land of Ooo, with an original story, multiple playable characters, full-cast voiceover, and sailing. The series is wrapping up soon, and this may be one of the last Adventure Time games we see, so here’s hoping this is the one they get right.
7) Church in the Darkness
I’ve had my eye on Paranoid Productions’ Church in the Darkness for a couple of years now. It’s a top-down, procedurally-generated action/infiltration game set in the 1970s where you’re an ex-law enforcement officer tasked with checking in on your nephew, who has recently joined the Collective Justice Mission cult. Each playthrough promises to be different, down to the characters’ personalities and reactions to you being in the camp. If you want to go full-stealth Metal Gear with it, you can, or if you want to go full guns-blazing, go right ahead. The idea of uncovering more of the story based on your investigating, and the varying degree in which characters respond to you each time you play, leave a lot of opportunities for the game to have mass amounts of replay value.
6) Jurassic World Evolution
Hi. I would like to build my own Jurassic World, please. That’s at least what developer Frontier is promising. While I had no idea Jurassic Park: Operation Genesis even existed until it became too rare to justify purchasing, I did spend a lot of my summer in 2012 tapping away at Jurassic Park Builder on my iPhone. Jurassic World Evolution looks to bring that Jurassic Park-meets-Sim City hybrid back to home consoles. Hopefully “Life finds a way” and this game will be exactly what Jurassic-verse fans have been looking for this summer. Just, please, don’t Animal Crossing this and make me have to play every day or risk being infested with weeds and whatnot. That’ll be the quickest way for me to nope out of this.
5) Crossing Souls
Somewhere between the Burger King Kids Club and Stranger Things lies Fourattic’s Crossing Souls. Set in 1986 in California, Crossing Souls is an action-adventure RPG where five kids make a mysterious discovery that thrusts them into navigating two planes of life and death and begin uncovering a government conspiracy. With five playable characters, each with their own style of combat, puzzles, and 80’s arcade references, Crossing Souls is right up my alley in the indie-game realm.
4) Detroit Become Human
Heavy Rain is one of my all-time favorite games. Hell, it’s tangentially linked to where my YouTube namesake came from. While Beyond: Two Souls wasn’t entirely the follow-up a lot of fans were looking for, I have no problem putting all of Quantic Dreams eggs into the Detroit Become Human basket. Between its Isaac Asimov and Philip K. Dick-style of story, stunning visuals, and varying degrees of story direction, this seems to be the Quantic Dream getting back on the right track. The big question is what side of their spectrum the story is going to fall on.
3) Dreams
If you listen closely, you can hear the hype-train leaving the station for Dreams. Media Molecule has been a voice in the gaming industry that needs to be heard again. Their style and creativity has been sorely missed, but a few questions remain: Is there a major market for a curation-based platformer, will the customization be as flawlessly executed as we’ve been lead to believe, and will this even hit 2018 despite the developer’s best efforts? It’s hard for me to temper my excitement for a game that has a far more expansive Super Mario Maker feel to it. The in-game campaign may not be the reason to buy the game, so it’s going to be on those that pick up Dreams to keep it alive.
2) Red Dead Redemption 2
I totally missed on Red Dead Redemption. It was at a time where working in gaming retail and feeling that need to play everything, the last thing I wanted to do was play a massive open-world game. Red Dead Redemption 2 feels like my opportunity to atone for this mistake. I loved what I played of Grand Theft Auto V and am dying to see what Rockstar Games has learned from then to now with Red Dead being their first proper current-gen game release. Rockstar has carte-blanche with the gaming industry, so if they came out tomorrow and said, “This is delayed again, and will be delayed a third time” almost everyone would understand. They’re still Scrooge McDucking in their money from GTA-Five, so they don’t need to rush a Red Dead sequel out the door, but they are looking to be the heaviest hitter in 2018 and every developer and publisher has to be waiting for a release date so they know to stay away.
1) Marvel’s Spider-Man
I am absolutely salivating for Insomniac’s Spider-Man to just get a release date. I don’t even need it in my hands yet, I just want to know when I can have it in my hands, and based on recent tweets from the game’s dev-team, we may know sooner rather than later. Not only is this my most anticipated game of 2018, if you were to put a gun to my head and tell me I can only pick one game from this year, I would not even flinch when answering “Marvel’s Spider-Man.” Between the combat, the cinematic uses of QTE’s, to the open environments, I am absolutely sold on this game. The most exciting thing about this release is that, despite what we’ve already seen, I don’t even think we’ve seen a lot of it. Through tweets, and various interviews, I think we’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg with this game. Outside of a certain popular character’s appearance in the E3 2017 trailer, we already know they play a larger role than just a cameo, leaving me to wonder if we’re getting a Sons of Liberty situation where the what we’ve seen could be a misdirection to what we’re getting. Regardless, Insomniac Games and Spider-Man are an incredible pairing and I cannot wait to get my hands on this.
So there you have it! My most anticipated games of 2018. I’m sure most of the titles didn’t surprise you, but I absolutely hope I was able to turn your gaze toward some upcoming releases you may not have previously known about. Feel free to drop by and let me know what you’re most looking forward to!
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