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rabenhorst) wrote2010-12-31 12:14 pm
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Going to post all the Die/Kaoru fics either one of us submitted for the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
diexkaorulove advent calendar, so apologies for the spam! And the commentary is original, thus kind of Christmassy XD
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Title: Mardy Bum
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
seinen_no
Rating: PG
Pairing: Die/Kaoru
Disclaimer: Own nobody! Only my dirty imagination
Summary: Hmm, hard XD I think it's a typical relationship analysis XD And I imagine it to be Die's pov^^
Comment: It's not very Christmassy, I'm sorry. Actually, it's a songfic to the song "Mardy Bum" by Arctic Monkeys. I just love it and it always makes me think of myself a lot. I hope you enjoy it and have a happy advent-time!
Mardy Bum
I believe everybody who has ever had a longterm relationship knows these moments. You come home and right when you set foot over the threshold you know that something's wrong. The invisible tension literally smacks you right in the face and you ask yourself what it was this time that you did wrong.
So you try to act as good as you can, even take off your shoes before you enter the hall, don’t just drop the jacket on the small stool beside the telephone-table but hang it on the hook where it belongs, and search the apartment for the reason of the tension.
Usually, it goes a little something like this:
Like testing the weather, I greet as cheerfully as possible. "Hi, I'm home!"
A few seconds pass by before I hear a quiet, very annoyed and short "Hi".
Okay, by then I know that something's wrong. Probably something like that I have forgotten to take out the garbage or left my used coffee mug on the table and didn't put it into the sink.
Not that I never do that. It's only that there are times when he doesn't bother and then there are days, mostly days when he has off and time to notice that our apartment indeed is messy, when he goes on a rampage over things like that.
I imagine it a bit like this. I'm out, for an interview or whatever while he stays at home. The first thing he notices is that the bathroom really could use some cleaning, dust on the white tiles everywhere. Then, still in an okay mood, he decides that he can use his free time clean. But when he goes into the kitchen, he finds more work to do there and that's the point where he realizes that I never take out the garbage. So he cleans and his mood darkens with every dish he washes or every perfume bottle he dedusts. The anger has enough time to well up inside him until I finally come home and it discharges like a thunderstorm.
How I know that? Experience!
I've seen your frown
And it's like looking down the barrel of a gun
I swear, if looks could kill, I'd be a dead man by now. He has this certain reproachful glare that gives you shivers down your spine and that makes you want to give in instantly. But before I have the chance to justify myself or to try to soothe him, he begins.
"Do you ever do anything in the household? You again forgot to take out the garbage. Do you think it's fun to waste my free day cleaning?…"
After the first three sentences, my brains shut down and I only stare at his face and try to remind myself why I allow him to yell at me like that defenselessly.
Oh there's a very pleasant side to you
A side I much prefer
It's one that laughs and jokes around
Remember cuddles in the kitchen
Yeah, to get things off the ground
Oh, but it's right hard to remember that
on a day like today when you're all argumentative
Yes, that's why. Usually, he is just the perfect partner, protective, caring, fun, the brains of the relationship. While he keeps on telling me off, I just hang my head a bit and try to look like the perfect picture of misery, apologetic and sorry. When he's in this certain mood, it doesn't make any sense to reason with him. My motto: Grit your teeth and get on with it!
When the first outpour has ceased, silence lands between us. He now waits for me to apologize, but the problem is, there is no such thing as the right words.
Oh I'm in trouble again, aren't I
I thought as much
Cause you turned over there
Pulling that silent disappointment face
The one that I can't bear
See, with time, I learned to deal with this and it doesn't even bother me anymore. I mean, we all have our moments where we just need to let off some steam because something annoys us and this is my man's way. I only have to be careful not to start laughing. I did that once and you can't imagine what consequences it had. I won't go there now, just let me assure you that it wasn't nice…
It's like the fight of wills. Who gives in first. These arguments always follow the same patterns and like I said, nowadays they mostly amuse me. This look on his face is something I will never get used to tough. The look and the silence that weighs heavy on my shoulders. So finally, I am the one to raise my head and search for his gaze.
"I'm sorry."
Now if you think that this is enough, you're majorly wrong. No, this is just grist for the mill of his anger which he now tries to compensate by looking as reproachful as possible and then suddenly tell me that I don't care for him and our relationship, that I don't do anything to help him with the daily routines.
And I can't be arsed to carry on in this debate
That reoccurs, oh when you say I don't care
but of course I do, yeah I clearly do!
So now you may ask why I endure this without fighting back, right? Well, first off all, because I dearly love him and know this will be over in a moment. Second, because he is partly right. And third, because he always regrets his unjustified anger later and, let's face it, make-up sex is the best.
diexkaorulove advent calendar, so apologies for the spam! And the commentary is original, thus kind of Christmassy XD---
Title: Mardy Bum
Author:
seinen_noRating: PG
Pairing: Die/Kaoru
Disclaimer: Own nobody! Only my dirty imagination
Summary: Hmm, hard XD I think it's a typical relationship analysis XD And I imagine it to be Die's pov^^
Comment: It's not very Christmassy, I'm sorry. Actually, it's a songfic to the song "Mardy Bum" by Arctic Monkeys. I just love it and it always makes me think of myself a lot. I hope you enjoy it and have a happy advent-time!
I believe everybody who has ever had a longterm relationship knows these moments. You come home and right when you set foot over the threshold you know that something's wrong. The invisible tension literally smacks you right in the face and you ask yourself what it was this time that you did wrong.
So you try to act as good as you can, even take off your shoes before you enter the hall, don’t just drop the jacket on the small stool beside the telephone-table but hang it on the hook where it belongs, and search the apartment for the reason of the tension.
Usually, it goes a little something like this:
Like testing the weather, I greet as cheerfully as possible. "Hi, I'm home!"
A few seconds pass by before I hear a quiet, very annoyed and short "Hi".
Okay, by then I know that something's wrong. Probably something like that I have forgotten to take out the garbage or left my used coffee mug on the table and didn't put it into the sink.
Not that I never do that. It's only that there are times when he doesn't bother and then there are days, mostly days when he has off and time to notice that our apartment indeed is messy, when he goes on a rampage over things like that.
I imagine it a bit like this. I'm out, for an interview or whatever while he stays at home. The first thing he notices is that the bathroom really could use some cleaning, dust on the white tiles everywhere. Then, still in an okay mood, he decides that he can use his free time clean. But when he goes into the kitchen, he finds more work to do there and that's the point where he realizes that I never take out the garbage. So he cleans and his mood darkens with every dish he washes or every perfume bottle he dedusts. The anger has enough time to well up inside him until I finally come home and it discharges like a thunderstorm.
How I know that? Experience!
I've seen your frown
And it's like looking down the barrel of a gun
I swear, if looks could kill, I'd be a dead man by now. He has this certain reproachful glare that gives you shivers down your spine and that makes you want to give in instantly. But before I have the chance to justify myself or to try to soothe him, he begins.
"Do you ever do anything in the household? You again forgot to take out the garbage. Do you think it's fun to waste my free day cleaning?…"
After the first three sentences, my brains shut down and I only stare at his face and try to remind myself why I allow him to yell at me like that defenselessly.
Oh there's a very pleasant side to you
A side I much prefer
It's one that laughs and jokes around
Remember cuddles in the kitchen
Yeah, to get things off the ground
Oh, but it's right hard to remember that
on a day like today when you're all argumentative
Yes, that's why. Usually, he is just the perfect partner, protective, caring, fun, the brains of the relationship. While he keeps on telling me off, I just hang my head a bit and try to look like the perfect picture of misery, apologetic and sorry. When he's in this certain mood, it doesn't make any sense to reason with him. My motto: Grit your teeth and get on with it!
When the first outpour has ceased, silence lands between us. He now waits for me to apologize, but the problem is, there is no such thing as the right words.
Oh I'm in trouble again, aren't I
I thought as much
Cause you turned over there
Pulling that silent disappointment face
The one that I can't bear
See, with time, I learned to deal with this and it doesn't even bother me anymore. I mean, we all have our moments where we just need to let off some steam because something annoys us and this is my man's way. I only have to be careful not to start laughing. I did that once and you can't imagine what consequences it had. I won't go there now, just let me assure you that it wasn't nice…
It's like the fight of wills. Who gives in first. These arguments always follow the same patterns and like I said, nowadays they mostly amuse me. This look on his face is something I will never get used to tough. The look and the silence that weighs heavy on my shoulders. So finally, I am the one to raise my head and search for his gaze.
"I'm sorry."
Now if you think that this is enough, you're majorly wrong. No, this is just grist for the mill of his anger which he now tries to compensate by looking as reproachful as possible and then suddenly tell me that I don't care for him and our relationship, that I don't do anything to help him with the daily routines.
And I can't be arsed to carry on in this debate
That reoccurs, oh when you say I don't care
but of course I do, yeah I clearly do!
So now you may ask why I endure this without fighting back, right? Well, first off all, because I dearly love him and know this will be over in a moment. Second, because he is partly right. And third, because he always regrets his unjustified anger later and, let's face it, make-up sex is the best.