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erekiosuncreativeideas · 5 years ago

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Reliving An Old Nightmare - Chapter 8

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Summary : Snatcher reunites with a familiar brat. Also available on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/22337299/chapters/54650140

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Hello everyone! I hope you're all going well!

This chapter was supposed to be wayyy longer but... I couldn't see the end of it and, at one point, I decided to split it. If I didn't, it would have taken me far more time to finish it and I didn't want to keep you guys waiting too much, especially after the previous chapter.

I originally drew three pictures for this chapter, but since I split the chapter, the first two drawings will be in this chapter and the last one will be in the next chapter. I'll probably draw something else for chapter 9, again.

In any case, I hope you're still interested in this story, and I hope you'll enjoy this chapter! Please don't hesitate to tell me your impressions, as they really help me to find motivation.

Happy reading!

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Chapter 8:

Snatcher had had enough. He was sick of everything. This was way too much than what he signed up for -HA- and it had been the final straw. Not only did he almost die -again- but he had seen his parents, only to fight with them.

This had to stop: that was what he was thinking while dressing up. He chose a long blue tunic with a hood, and brown pants. He also found black boots in his wardrobe and put them on. Standing up was still painful, though anger managed to keep his mind focused on other things. He tried to remember the way to the village square, only succeeding in getting quick flashes full of colours in his mind, but nothing more. The shade supposed it would come back to him once he walked there. After all, that was what had happened when he had entered the village for the first time.

He came closer to the mirror in the room and looked at his reflection. His face was very pale and his eyes were swollen and red. His hair was a mess too. Well… On the bright side, no one would recognize him at first glance, which was exactly what he wanted. Plus, he looked more like a ghost than a human at that moment! At least, that was a more usual appearance to him.

He put the hood on and stared at himself: no one would be able to recognize him like this. He barely did.

He turned back to the bed and crouched beside it, wincing at the pain caused by the action. Very carefully, he lifted the mattress in order to take back the kid’s poorly-made drawing. He didn’t like the idea of leaving it behind. Not because he found it cute! Absolutely not! He only disliked the feeling of leaving proofs behind him, that was all. Nothing more.

He shook his head, determined to forget his last train of thoughts. He stood up once again before putting the drawing in the left pocket of his pants. Only because no one would find it there. Obviously.

He cast a last glance at the room: he was definitely notgoing to miss it. On the wall touching the headboard of his bed was hanged a painting which featured both him and Vanessa. He held back a shiver at the sight of it. He had noticed it before, of course, but he had a much better view now that he was further away from it. He wanted nothing more than just rip the prince’s smile from the painting. What a fool.

He felt the anger coming back and walked to the door with heavy steps. He was so done with everything. He opened the door bluntly and stormed off. There was no one on the third floor to stop him, allowing him to go down the stairs without meeting any resistance. When arriving on the second floor, he could hear Vanessa’s cries from where he was. The ghost rolled his eyes: she wanted to cry? Whatever. He didn’t care. As long as she didn’t freeze him and the village, that is.

He ignored her and kept going downstairs, meeting one of the servants on his way to the ground floor.

-“My Prince?” they called out to him, more than surprised to see him out of bed. Snatcher simply ignored them, dismissing them with a quick hand gesture. He had no time for that and, even if he did, he didn’t want to stay there any second more than necessary.

His face must have shown those exact thoughts since the servant stepped back instantly, not insisting more. Good. The ghost passed them and quickened his pace. Now that someone had seen him, they would get help to try and reason with him. And Snatcher very much prefered to be outside before Vanessa found out about him running away.

The shade finally arrived at the ground floor and passed another servant. The latter didn’t even get the time to try anything as Snatcher silenced them just like he did for the first one. The other fled, presumably only to get Simeon as fast as possible.

“I have to get out of here now.” The butler would probably do anything to stop him, especially if it was an order from Vanessa. The ghost crossed the main hall, happy to see that no one was in the room other than him. The other servants were most likely trying to cheer Vanessa up or, at least, do something that wouldn’t make her angrier.

The spirit walked to the huge door of the manor and pushed it open. A bright ray of sunlight blinded him for a brief second until his eyes adjusted. The wind caressed his face and the ghost took a deep breath, filling his lungs with fresh air. He hated to admit it, but that was something he would miss, after regaining his spectral body. Feeling things… That was nice, even if it hadn’t lasted long.

He forced himself to stay focused: he couldn’t lose more time. Without looking back, he passed the door quickly and closed it behind him. His eyes fell on the big area between the mansion and the first houses of Subcon Village. Why did he have to have legs?

He groaned and began walking again, clenching his teeth in frustration.

“It’s only for a little while, it’ll be over soon…” However, it did very little to energize him. This was going to be a very long day… But how hard could it be? It was just walking! The hat-wearing brat could run just fine, why wouldn’t he be able to walk? This was nothing more than a mindset problem! If he wanted to, he could ignore the pain and walk just fine!

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The ghost was, in fact, not fine.

Not only was the pain becoming more and more unbearable after arriving at the village, but having a crowd around him was starting to make him feel quite dizzy. No one had seemed to recognize him yet, fortunately. However, the noise all around him was so loud, so unusual to him, that he couldn’t help but feel nauseous. Furthermore, people kept touching him on accident. Sometimes it was almost unnoticeable, but other times it was more violent, with children running into him while they played. Being surrounded by people made it harder to find fresh air as well. The superposition of all those sensations… It was more than overwhelming. When he had woken up, it had felt nice to sense them again, after all those years being dead… Though, now, it was nothing more than pure torture to the shade. Everything was too much, too much, too much.

The spirit distanced himself from the rest of the crowd, to rest on a nearby bench. Sitting down was just what he needed. He kept his legs outstretched to ease the pain and rested for a while, watching the crowd moving before him. It was so… Surreal. All those people used to be ice statues two days ago… And now they were walking just in front of him, as if nothing had ever happened! Which, in a way, was the case because of that time travel problem? He wasn’t an expert, that was more the kid’s forte rather than his.

Speaking about the said kid, he looked at his surroundings. He had followed the crowd, hoping it would lead him somewhere he would recognize… But it only lead him where he was now. Was he close or far from the square? He had no idea. The place looked familiar, yes, but everything did. The spirit used to live there after all. However, his memories were fuzzy and with all the people walking and talking around him… Thinking was difficult. He could feel a migraine coming with just the loud noise of chattering.

“Oh no, not again.” Feeling physical pain really was something he wouldn’t miss, along with his stay in Subcon Manor. He shut his eyes, trying to ignore everything, in vain. All his senses were attentive, trying to catch any information they could get. His sense of touch could feel the draught of people passing right next to him, the heat produced by their fleshy body, the bench under him, the rays of sunshine on his face… His sense of smell caught many sents, not all of them enjoyable to him. He wrinkled his nose in displeasure, trying to focus on something else, anything. Finally, there was his sense of hearing: he could overhear people talking to each other, the sound of carts passing near him, rapid steps from children, their high laughter bothering him quite a lot… However, another noise caught his attention. It was… Water? Water being splashed not far from where he was?

He knew that sound. He had heard it before, he was sure of it. Snatcher stood up mindlessly, as vivid pictures appeared in his mind: memories he had done everything to forget, flashbacks of this village and of its various parts, even unimportant details… Now he knew where he was. His legs had subconsciously taken him exactly where he was supposed to go.

Snatcher made several steps towards the sound, pushing people out of his way as he passed the next building. His eyes fell on the one thing he was searching for: the village square. It was a place full of people, with several shops on the side. On the centre was a pond, from which came out a pole. The kingdom flag was attached to it and fluttered with the wind. The pond was surrounded by a wooden fence, opened on his side of the square. Kids were playing in the water, splashing each other while giggling stupidly. The shade looked at them, hoping to find the brat he was supposed to meet among them. However, even if he couldn’t see their face because of their masks, he knew she wasn’t among them.

That’s when he realized something: how would she be able to recognize him? He was back in his old human body, in a time period where her grandmother wasn’t even born yet!

With sudden fear, he took the drawing out of his pocket in order to look at it. His eyes widened when they fell on his representation: she had drawn him just like he used to look with his spectral form, not like his human one. She had no idea of what he looked like now. What if she was waiting for his ghost version to show up? If the kid was hiding, trying to find him first… Then she simply wouldn’t. What should he do in that case? What if he never found her at all? Or what if-

However, before his mind could find any other possible worst-case scenario, he was hit by something in the head.

-“Ouch!” He brought his hand to his head to rub the painful spot. Something fell right next to him and he lowered his eyes to examine it. It was a pebble, next to his shoes. He rose his eyebrows: did someone just-

As he was about to look up in order to find whoever hit him, he felt another bump on his hood, missing his head by very little. Alright, that was it. Someone had just signed their death warrant. The ghost lifted his hands, ready to strike anyone in range with his powers, but quickly put them down. No powers left, how could he have forgotten… Still, his eyes inspected the crowd, searching for the stupid person who had tried to mess with him. He looked, and looked, and looked, before staring at a particular mask visible among the mass. This one looked different than the others… While the latter looked like foxes or pink rabbit masks, this one was dark green and had some sorts of long antlers on the top of it. It is only when Snatcher looked a little lower that he saw the yellow cape and purple dress that he was searching for so much.

It was her! It was the kid! She was staring at him behind the wooden fence and waved at him.

The ghost remained motionless. Did she know it was him? But how? She did throw pebbles at him to draw his attention, though the spirit had no idea how she had guessed it was him, from all the people walking around them.

Before he was able to think more, the masked child walked backwards and gestured him to follow her, while maintaining eye contact. Or, well, Snatcher supposed she did, as the mask prevented him from seeing her face. The shade moved towards her, not wanting to lose her among all those people. He did wince from the pain, but it was nothing new at that point. He forced himself to focus on what was important rather than that and tried to follow her through the crowd. He had to push several persons aside, lowering his head not to be seen as he walked close to others. Keeping up with the little girl from the corner of his vision, he quickened his pace. Where was she taking him? Wouldn’t it be easier to take him with her onto her spaceship, by teleporting them away or whatever method she used? Why was she trying to take him somewhere else?

They finally stepped out of the mass of people and Snatcher saw the kid entering a dark alley, far from the main square. She wanted discretion? He could do that, though, was it necessary since everything was to be erased in the end? Well, time travel wasn’t his strong point, maybe he got it all wrong.

He entered the alley a few seconds after her. He could see her a few steps away from him, having finally stopped walking away. Just as he was about to call out to her, she took off her mask and replaced it with her usual top-hat, before giving him a bright and happy smile:

-“Snatcher!” The ghost didn’t get the time to reply, as the hat-wearing child pounced on him, hugging him tight in her little arms. The sudden contact made Snatcher’s body freeze instantly, as sensations submerged him. The impact caused the pain in his legs and hand to intensify and he bit his lower lip not to make any sound. A few seconds passed before he was able to push the brat away, purposely ignoring her pout, as he tried to regain his composure.

-“Yeah, yeah, kiddo, hello to you too, I got that.” He dusted his tunic with brief gestures and looked back at the child, whose eyes were still fixed on him. God, it felt so good to finally act like himself and not like that dumb prince he used to be!

-“Next time you want to call me, just come instead of throwing rocks at me, or something.” he groaned, still feeling the throbbing ache on his head from the previous hit. The kid simply giggled at him, with that awfully annoying laughter of hers.

-“Sorry, I wanted to be discreet. But it worked, didn’t it?” The mischevious expression painted on her face was enough to tell the shade she didn’t regret it in the least.

-“You’re lucky I don’t have my powers anymore, kid, you’re playing with fire here.” He stopped, thinking about what had been on his mind since the moment he arrived at the village square: “By the way, how did you know it was me?” He asked in a wary tone before adding: “You drew me in my spectral form in your meetup message, so how did you recognize me?”

His questions seemed to put the child ill-at-ease immediately, as her smile fell the instant she heard his words. Her posture shifted in clear awkwardness, as she hunched her shoulders, looking at everything but the shade:

-“Hum… Well I‌ was waiting for you and… I saw you from afar looking at my drawing, so I supposed it was you?” Her tone was unsure, clear signal that she was either lying or, at the very least, hiding something from him. And the ghost really didn’t like being lied to, especially after all he had to endure to come here: there were limits to his patience.

-“Oh yeah, so you just threw a rock at someone you didn’t know, just in case it would be me? Because I‌ was looking at something you couldn’t see from where you stood? Even if I could have been looking at any other paper?” He stared at her, unimpressed. He had dealt with many liars through his life as a ghost, with most of his contractors and everything, so he just knew when someone wasn’t telling him the truth.

-“Yes? Well, it was you, so why-”

The ghost cut her short, making her cower even more:

-“You’re lying to me.” He came closer and stoop menacingly upon her, using his lowest voice: “I don’t like that. So let’s try again: how. Did you know. It was me.”

The child remained silent for a few seconds, definitely tensed and uncomfortable. In any other situation, the kid would have laughed at him, not taking his threats seriously. But now, she was trying to avoid his stare as much as possible. She was hiding something, the ghost was sure of it. The girl shifted a little, as if she didn’t know what to do with herself. Eventually, she opened her mouth again, speaking with an anxious tone:

-“Okay, uh… Do you know what Time Rifts are?”

The spirit looked at the kid, as confusion slowly replaced anger on his face:

-“No? You’re the Mrs Know-it-all regarding time travel stuff here, not me.

-Well…” She paused for a moment, looking for words: “So, they are caused by broken Time Pieces. They’re like… Tears in reality, leading to alternate dimensions, where you can interact with things, mostly and…

-Get to the point, kiddo!

-I’m trying to!” She protested, not liking to be interrupted: “The thing is… While most of them are pretty standard, some are… Different.” She answered, her eyes avoiding his once again.

-“What do you mean, ‘different’?”

The question made the child cower more, as she muttered her answer hastily:

-“They’re linked to people’s memories.”

The shade stared at her, not knowing what she meant at first. However, his mind quickly connected the dots, between her explanations and the way she was behaving in front of him… She knew. His eyes widened at the realization and he felt a weight settling on his shoulders.

-“How long did you know?” The question left his lips as his mind was trying to process what he had just been told. In front of him, the child was rubbing her hands together in nervousness.

-“A while…?” She finally found the courage to look at him after replying. The shade didn’t know what to think. He had never told his past to anyone and the only person knowing about it was Vanessa herself. The thought of anyone other than himself knowing about it made him… Terribly ill at ease. It was as if a dark part of him had been revealed, for everyone to see. This past was something he had tried to hide for so long… And now someone knew and had even known about it for a while.

The ghost really didn’t know what to think.

-“Snatcher?” The girl’s quiet voice brought him back to reality. Her face was full of something akin to sadness and pity. The spirit didn’t like that. He clenched his teeth and, for once, was the one to look away this time.

-“I don’t need your pity.” He said with a low voice. Why did someone have to know? And why the kid of all people? Why did it bother him that much? The ghost eventually shook his head. Well, it was too late to do anything about it, now that she knew. His face softened as he looked at her once again:

-“Sorry you got to see that.” Just having flashes of his last moments made him feel terrible. The child probably hadn’t known how to bring the subject, no wonder she felt bad about telling him now. Silence settled between them, as no one dared to speak after that for a few seconds.

Snatcher was the one to break the silence, as he realized something else:

-“Wait, those Time Rifts… I think I saw two of them!” He remembered the one in the forest, just like the one which had appeared in his room. The kid’s message had actually come through it apparently. Did she know about them?

The child seemed to guess his thoughts, as she replied, visibly relieved to change the subject of the conversation:

-“Actually, those were because of me.” She explained, before continuing: “I was trying to find time anomalies and that’s how I learnt you were here too. But it kind of messed up some things in the process… That’s why they appeared. They didn’t lead anywhere though, they were only minor. I also used the last one to send you my message since, like I said, I managed to find your location thanks to the information I got from the time anomalies.

-’Time anomalies’?” He repeated.

-“Well…” She paused, as if she was trying to find simple words to explain something very complex. Which was most likely the case: “I was trying to understand what was happening. It’s very… Unique. It’s something I have never seen before and I only know this kind of situation through some theories I heard about.

-So… Are you telling me you can’t reverse it?” Dread settled over the ghost, as his biggest fear was starting to come true. This couldn’t be happening, this simply couldn’t be happening… His body was tensing up and his breathing was getting faster, just like his heartbeat. He couldn’t help but pray for the kid to tell him she was able to reverse everything, as if nothing had ever happened. Though, when he saw the hat-wearing child wince, his heart sank in his chest.

She couldn’t reverse it. Her stance was enough of an answer to the ghost.

-“It’s not that I can’t…” She started, hesitant, before being interrupted by Snatcher’s angry tone:

-“Then what? What’s the problem?‌” He lifted his arms, frustrated: “I’ve been stuck in this place, meeting people who are supposed to be dead, and you’re telling me you can’t bring us back?”

The kid put her hands on her face and took a deep breath, now frustrated as well:

-“Stop interrupting me!” She groaned in her palms in exasperation: “I can take us back! But it’s complicated!

-And what exactly is complicated, here? Can’t you just take us into your spaceship and reverse it by whatever means you’ve got there? I thought you were an expert on time travel stuff!

-I am, ugh!” she retorted, still grunting for a few seconds: “But it’s not a time travel problem! That’s why it’s complicated!”

The shade looked at her, bewildered. “Not a time travel problem”? What did the kid mean by that? How could this not be a time travel problem? His confusion must have shown in his features, as the child slowly lowered her hands to meet his stare. She sighed and continued her explication, conscious of the ghost’s wish to understand what she meant:

-“At first, I thought someone had broken a Time Piece. But the thing is… No one actually broke one.”

No one had broken a Time Piece? What was she saying?

-“Then why are we here? Didn’t we travel back in time or something?

-We didn’t. That’s the problem. We’re not in the past: we’re only in an imitation of the past.

-An… Imitation?”

The spirit couldn’t be more confused at the kid’s explanation. And, deep inside him, a new fear was starting to appear: the fear of being in a situation much stranger and harder to solve than what he first anticipated.

The kid nodded:

-“We’re in a Time Rift. And it’s not an ordinary one, it’s artificial. Someone made it from scratch using one of my Time Pieces.”

Snatcher’s body froze, as his mind was slowly starting to understand what the kid was trying to say.

-“You mean… Someone has recreated this?” He gestured to their surroundings in bewilderment.

-“Yeah. They didn’t break a Time Piece to get back in time, they used it to create a replica of the past, for some reason I don’t understand. I’m not even sure how it’s possible in the first place…” She crossed her arms, clearly dissatisfied by her own ignorance.

Snatcher’s confusion had reached his height. What? Why would anyone create an artificial past when they had the opportunity to actually go back in time? It didn’t make any sense! But what bothered him the most was that he knew who the person responsible was: Vanessa. It could only be her! She remembered things just like he did! There was no way she was innocent in this. But then again… Why would she create an alternate dimension when she could have gone back in time to erase everything bad from their past? Not only was it extremely illogical but it was strange, considering all the possible powers held by one single Time Piece.

None of this made sense to the spirit.

The child must have sensed his distress, as she extended her small hand to him:

-“I’ll be able to explain more back on my ship. I’ll show you what I’ve discovered until now.”

The ghost looked at the little hand that was offered to him. The situation had really changed for the worst, hadn’t it? He sighed and slowly gave his hand to her. When his left one touched hers, the child’s eyes drifted to his other hand, still painful from the frostbite:

-“Wait, what happened to your hand?” She asked, frowning. She let go of his left hand to grab his right one, not thinking about the pain it would cause to the shade.

-“Ouch, ouch, ouch, hands off, kiddo!” He tried to take it back, but the brat kept a tight grip on his skin, forcing him to give up his resistance. She examined it, inspecting it very carefully. Suddenly, a horrified look appeared on her face as she seemed to understand what, or more precisely who, was the cause of that injury.

-“It’s her, isn’t it?” She asked, with a knowing expression painted on her features. The shade only stared at his wound with a conflicted look, both sad and dismissive at the same time.

-“Yeah. She knows what’s happening too.”

The kid winced again. The situation was probably worse than what she had thought as well. She eventually let go of his hand and extended her arm instead for him to take.

-“Let’s go on my ship. I know how to cure this.

-You do?” He retorted, quite wary. He had seen what her spaceship looked like and it certainly didn’t belong to someone who knew how to take care of themselves. The brat guessed his thoughts and replied with an offended voice:

-“Hey, you were the one who forced me to go to Subcon Manor! I had to cure my own frostbites. Though, they looked better than yours does.”

He scoffed: oh yeah, he had forgotten about this contract. Well, at least it was a good thing for him now, as she knew how to cure that. Or he hoped she really did, as the pain was starting to become more than just unpleasant, at this point.

He finally extended his own arm, standing next to her, arm in arm.

-“Okay. Now what?”

She simply smiled at him and clicked her fingers. A beam of light appeared instantly and surrounded them very briefly. Snatcher then felt his body being transported in a way he absolutely hated, as if it was moving fast, too fast.

He was so going to kill this kid. But not before she got them back in their own time period.

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I hope you enjoyed that new chapter! Don't hesitate to tell me, any comment is a huge help to me! I can't wait to show you more of the story, as it's really getting somewhere from now on... Hehehehe!

See you in the next chapter! Please take care in the meantime :D

=> Chapter 9

#A Hat In Time #Reliving An Old Nightmare #RAON #snatcher #vanessa #hat kid #fanfiction #my art

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starlightseb · 6 years ago

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crying in the club • leroy sané

A/N ~ this turned out wayyy longer than I planned and I had to miss out how I was going to end it so let me know if you want a part two! Also, I am currently taking requests!

Synopsis: clubbing seems to be the best cure for her break up woes but it doesn’t go to plan so someone familiar helps her out

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The breakup hit her so hard that her usual tactic of curling up in bed with a tub of ice-cream whist watching a rom-com just wasn’t going to cut it. Her self confidence had taken a massive knock- she needed to feel good about herself again. So she rummaged around in her make up bags, picking out the most daring colours for her eyes and lips whilst styling her hair up in a look she rarely ever dared to do. The dress she wore clung to her body, flaunting her curves and the heels she would normally avoid due to their uncomfortableness were strapped on around her ankles to complete her look.

She was never a fan of the idea of going out clubbing and had conjured up excuses in the past to avoid going out with her friends. However, tonight felt like the right time. She needed to forget and have fun and the club seemed the best place for that.

The lights of the club flashed and moved across the dance floor sporadically, causing her to feel disorientated and dizzy and she walked into the club. The music blared annoyingly in her ears, it was just noise. However, she shook all these annoyances off as she headed towards the bar. Her lack of alcoholic knowledge led her to just order what the person before her did. Which proved to be a mistake because the liquid burned her throat, causing her to have a coughing fit.

Deciding that the alcohol wasn’t for her, she headed out onto the dance floor. She may not be able to handle alcohol but dancing was definitely something that she was capable of. No longer was the music an annoyance, it was her guidance. She let the music dictate her moves and the way she swayed her hips, she felt electrified by the music and for the first time tonight she felt content.

That was until she felt unfamiliar arms snake around her waist. She froze immediately, the feeling of uncomfortableness overwhelming her new found happiness.

“Hey there.” A male voice spoke in a raspy tone, his hot breath hitting her neck and the strong smell of alcohol filling her nostrils.

“I’m not interested.” She spat back, trying to get the mans hands off of her.

The man suddenly stood back and she turned around to face him. He was visibly drunk. Very drunk.

“You’re not my type anyway.” He slurred before staggering off into the crowd and out of her sight.

She didn’t know why, but that just seemed to trigger her. She could feel the lump forming in her throat and her hands beginning to shake. She suddenly became aware of all the sweaty bodies around her and she just had to escape.

She pushed her way out of the commotion of people, pushing and pushing until she could see the exit. It felt like a weight getting lifted off of her shoulders when she stepped out into the fresh air of outdoors but she could still feel the tears trickling down her face, sticking to the skin off her cheeks.

She ran as fast as she could in the heels which were beginning to give her throbbing blisters, until she couldn’t cope with the pain anymore. She collapsed onto the pavement and fiddled around with the straps of her shoes until they came off. She aggressively threw them to the side and burst into a state of frantic tears and sobs. A few people walked by but chose to ignore her, despite her constant cries.

The night was made even worse when a rattle of thunder sounded before a downfall of aggressive rain. It bounced off of the pavement and the skin of her body. She just continued to cry because she had never felt this alone.

Leroy needed to get some odds and ends from the shop since he had forgotten to after training. He casually drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, humming along to the catchy song playing from the radio. His relaxed nature came to an end when it started to rain heavily. ‘Typical Manchester weather’ he thought to himself as he leaned forward to get a better view of what was in front of him.

He steadily slowed the car as he approached the traffic lights emitting a dark shade of red. He looked around as he waited for the lights to turn green and spotted a body curled up on the ground, surrounded by the aggressive rain. When she looked up, he immediately recognised her face.

Without thinking, he rolled down the window and shouted her name. She responded by jumping up and looking at him questioningly.

“Come on, get in the car then.” Leroy shouted at her, unlocking the car doors. She hesitantly walked up to the car and opened the door, climbing into the passenger seat. She was shivering frantically and was dripping wet. With shaking hands, she reached for the seatbelt and put it on.

“There is an extra jacket in the back seat.” Leroy pointed out before starting up the engine again as the lights went from red to amber to green.

“T-thanks.” she stuttered and reached behind to grab the jacket and placed it over her bare shoulders.

“What were you even doing out there?” Leroy questioned as he glanced over at the club photographer that he saw almost everyday. She always looked well presented and happy, but that was in complete contrast to the girl he was seeing right now. Her make up was washed off her face; her eyes were red and puffy; her hair was all over the place.

“I’d rather not talk about it.” she answered in a cold tone, hugging the jacket closer to her body.

“Oh okay.” Leroy got the message and focused back on the driving.

He pulled over at a supermarket and looked over at her cautiously. “I’m just going to get some things from here. Do you need anything?”

“Uh, some chocolate and some wet wipes to get rid of my make up would be nice.” she shyly answered, playing with the buttons on the jacket.

“Okay.” Leroy jumped out of the car and raced inside the supermarket to avoid the rain the best he could. He picked up all that he needed plus the chocolate and wet wipes before paying and running back to his car.

When he got back into his car, he was welcomed by the sound of cries. She was sobbing again and was looking the other way. Leroy awkwardly placed the chocolate and wet wipes on her lap, earning a muffled ‘thank you’.

“I don’t mean to be intrusive or anything but are you okay? You’re really worrying me.” Leroy asked, not wanting to start driving again until he was sure that she wasn’t going to suffocate because of the lack of air she was probably getting because of her sobbing.

“Don’t worry, I’m just being overdramatic about a breakup. It’s nothing serious.” She answered with a sniffle, opening the packet of wet wipes and using one to rub at her face.

“You’re obviously hurt by it though. Do you want me and the City boys to sort him out? I’m pretty sure they would be up for it.” Leroy offered, earning a laugh from her in response.

“As much as I would love to see that, you all have more important things to focus on.” she picked at her nails nervously before speaking again. “In fact, could you maybe not mention this to the other guys, or anyone at City? I don’t want them knowing what a mess I made of myself... I kinda want to keep my job.”

“Of course. It will stay between us.” Leroy nodded before starting the engine again.

The rest of the car ride was silent apart from the radio and Leroy asking for directions to her house. When Leroy pulled up outside her house, she hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“Before I go, can I ask you a question?” she bit her lip nervously waiting for Leroy’s response.

“Sure, go for it.” Leroy shrugged.

“Do you ever feel like you are not good enough?”

Leroy thought for a minute before answering. “Yeah, of course. I mean, not being included in the squad for the World Cup and struggling to make it into the City team sometimes this season, has had me feeling that way sometimes.”

“I’m sorry about that. I can’t imagine how difficult it was watching Germany during the World Cup.” She looked over at him sympathetically.

“It’s alright. I got over it eventually, plus it has only made me more determined to prove that I am deserving to be a part of both teams.” Leroy explained, meeting her gaze. “Is that how you feel right now? Not good enough?”

“Well yeah, a little bit. I mean, my ex said some brutal things when he broke up with me earlier and I haven’t been quite able to shake them off. I know that isn’t as confidence destroying as your situation but I can be quite overdramatic.”

“Well don’t listen to his stupid ass because you are perfect...” Leroy inwardly cursed himself for letting that slip out. “perfectly fine.” he corrected himself.

She blushed at his words as he cleared his throat awkwardly. She shuffled in her seat before undoing her belt.

“Well thank you for everything tonight, I appreciate it.” she smiled kindly at him.

“No problem at all and if your ex reaches out to you again, remind him that it’s your job to photograph professional athletes and they are perfectly capable of kicking his ass.” She laughed at his statement before climbing out of his car and walking back to her house.

Leroy smiled, proud of himslef for mangaing to improve her mood. And a part of him was itching with excitment over the idea of seeing her again at training tomorrow.

#footballer imagine #leroy sane #leroy sane imagine #manchester city #football imagine

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veridium · 6 years ago

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Writer’s note on “A Detour, pt 2″ and Sex Matters

Hello demons, it’s me, ya boy femme goblin!

As I’m hoping some of you have noticed, the chapter wherein #Theiaphine goes to a new level of intimacy has gone live. As I was originally writing it, I spent a lot of time contemplating how I wanted to write and express this particular moment in their relationship. Indeed, when I first started writing them in the first place, one of my first creative questions for myself was how I was going to go about the “sex” thing.

In the process, I decided it would be best to accompany the posting of the chapter with a little blurb from me, and how my personal experiences have helped shape this fic. It’s a lot of my rambling on about my personal outlook on writing wlw and/or queer head canons, fictions, etc. so, be warned lol.

CW: discussion of sex, intimacy, queer experiences, etc.

When I did my first couple play-throughs of DA:I and I romanced Josephine, it occurred to me just how much fans’ adage that she was the “Disney Princess” of the universe was true. Her LI plotline was endearing, safe (by that I mean in comparison to the more perilous and complicated LI plotlines, a la a certain elf apostate). It was also very docile, and pretty PG in scope, save for one dialogue option you have in the Arbor Wilds where you suggest to her in passing that your Inquisitor and her will have some “private celebration” of victory later.

All-in-all, I am happy with how Josephine is constructed as a character, and just how much she brings to the table in terms of dimensions of the women in Thedas. I love her very much, as I’m sure you’ve gathered by my excessive exploration of a romance head canon between her and my f!Inquisitor Trevelyan.

That being said, when writing an explicit romance fic, I was kind of overwhelmed at just how to play the “sex” thing, given that it had been systematically dodged in the canon of the game. How would she react to the suggestion of intimacy with another woman? How would she adjust and change with the progression of a courtship into that space? Also, who was my character, and how would she handle all that alongside her?

For help, I spent some time reflecting on my own life experiences and those my friends have discussed with me. I identify as a genderqueer femme (she/her/they/them), but when I came out many years ago, I identified as a cis woman who was attracted to other women.

The one thing I did know for sure was, there was no way in hell their first sexual encounter was going to be perfect, or other-worldly, or seamless. I wanted it to be lovely and reflect the passion they have, but, not through perfection.

My first sexual experience with another woman was with one who shared my anatomy, and even though we had that commonality, I quickly learned just how daunting it is to love someone else sexually when your whole life has been groomed to be palatable to the “opposite” sex. I was raised to anticipate being deflowered and passive, and not to engage in egalitarian exchanges of needs, wants, and desires.

It was during that time that I realized just how little I knew about my own body, my own tastes, and what gratified me. I was a stranger to my own body, my own sexual proclivities, with the goal of being malleable to someone else -- a cishet man, preferably.

In writing Theiaphine, I injected some of that resentment and clarity into Theia, as she realizes she has no experience with intimacy. She feels overwhelmed and insecure, but as time goes on that inner anger she feels at her situation propels her forward into the great unknown. She doesn’t have a clue, but that won’t stop her. She also experiences life as a rebel Mage, and before that one in a captive Circle, and there are few opportunities for a traditional upbringing through puberty -- she does not learn of it from a doting mother, or a caring older sister. She learns via the scorned and resolute wisdom of other women in the Circle, who satiate themselves as a way of preserving some sense of control over their own bodies.

This juxtaposes Josephine, a noble woman who is sophisticated and groomed all her life to be a hallmark of class and virtue. She is not the archetypal virgin -- very few women, if any, are in the universe of Thedas -- but she does not akin her sexuality to controversial survival in the way Theia does.

Instead, she reflects another side of who I felt I was, and indeed who many of my friends were in their initial years of being out, wherein you save face and look like you know what you’re doing, and wait for the situation to become trustworthy enough to divulge your lack of knowledge. She spends the initial time they share being enamored and self-preserving, keeping the dynamic within a premise she feels confident in: persuasive politics, tactful rhetoric, exchanges of wit. Theia’s personality is complimentary to this, which is why it is a successful convergence at first.

But Josephine takes that mindset and codifies sexual intimacy as a point of no return in many respects, even as she is has a hard time coming to terms with it. This mentality reflects her lifelong training in judging, controlling, and interpreting exchanges of power between people. Brokering her goals along with her emotions proves very difficult for her, and Theia does not relate. For Theia, a relationship is a relationship, but for Josephine it is a collaboration of agency and independence.

You’re probably wondering why this all is involved in a discussion of smut fanfic. To me, though, writing wlw stories, or queer storylines -- not to say they are intrinsically queer, but rather that they are constructed by queer creators -- means that you have to parlay the consequences of what you’re working with in order to write what you want people to see, feel, and observe within your narrative. I know I sound like I’m taking it way too seriously, but as someone who has hungered for so long to see narratives that I can relate to and feel affirmed by, (only to be sent into distress by queerbaiting, bury-your-gays tropes, and heartbreaking fallouts) I can proudly say that I do, in fact, taking creating these stories quite seriously and without apology.

Which brings me to my next and final point about this particular Episode. In the midst of their embrace, Theia offers to show Josephine quite literally how she would be most gratified. She takes the opportunity to do something that I have personally experienced with other sexual partners: a learning experience, a collaboration between two bodies that are eager to understand one another. Thinking about those encounters, I have realized just how invaluable they are for these primary (but not only) reasons:

1. Synchronicity in sex is so important, and when you have bodies that society tells you do not belong to you first and foremost, an expression of agency and self-awareness is a vital act of reclamation. Even in Thedas, were formally gender is not a dichotomous relationship of power, there are underpinnings of social norms wherein women are taken advantage of, used, and resented for their power and autonomy.

2. Sex for the first time is not perfect, seamless, and without missteps. There, I said it. You’re awkward, you’re self-conscious, and you slide some limbs into some weird positions and you get over-eager. One of my biggest pet peeves with people who write books professionally is when they write their characters with this universal intuition about sex and their first encounter with an LI just seems to go SO PERFECTLY WELL AND EVERYONE ORGASMS AND DOES NOT FEEL WEIRD AT ALL.

I wish more people would realize just how valuable it can be to depict characters who don’t know what they are doing, or are out of their element, or don’t directly accomplish what they want so badly to do. It adds nuance to the character’s traits and goals, to have them fumble or backtrack out of pivotal life experiences at first.

Also, as someone with a clitoris and a labia -- those things are sensitive. And by sensitive, I mean: cold hands, rough nail edges, dry and calloused skin, pointing a finger instead of pressing, multiple or one finger, WHICH finger, level of arousal, level of lubrication, humidity in the air -- these are ALL factors I have had to contend with and my peers with them can back me up on many, if not all, of them as well.

3. One of the most prevalent things I see in writing wlw and/or queer sex is the immediate designation of who is top and who is bottom. Now, I am all for people having these dynamics and getting gratification from them. That being said, it’s also okay to be playful with it as a trope, which is codified in heteronormative sex roles in a lot of writing. I think in Josephine’s characterization specifically, we all kind of assume “bottom, wayyy bottom, bottomless pit of bottom.” She’s a lady, she’s poised, she’s feminine. Theia wears pants and drinks ale = top? Okay, but no. We need to rethink what character markers we put into place when we designate top/bottom dynamics.

Is Josephine’s overt femininity enough to make her a bottom? Yes, and no.

Is Theia’s assertiveness and extroverted nature enough to make her a top? Yes, and no.

The point is that you have to give characters the imbued agency to decide that, and not to simply be in sync with the trope you’re utilizing. Theia is assertive in bed, but she’s also bashful and insecure, and she is very focused on making Josephine feel comfortable. Why not tell that story, instead of showing a heavy-handed top trope? Josephine is sensitive and compassionate, but she is also very driven and spirited. Why not show how she tries to make sense of it while exposing a side of herself for the first time ever, instead of showing a heavy-handed bottom trope?

Instead of signifying top/bottom as a binary, I see it as a collaborative exchange of action and trust. When Theia invites Josephine to sit on top of her, I feel like she defies the momentum built around her assertiveness on the surface level, because even as I wrote it I was like “there’s no way in hell Theia will not want to top.” But, that desire cannot overlook what Josephine wants or who she is. Josephine is her equal, her peer, her colleague, her advisor -- to merely relegate her to a trope of benign femininity is a disservice. Theia defers to her as much as she seeks to protect her.

So, TL;DR: writing this chapter was incredibly important to me because it represents my outlook on the potential for writing wlw storylines and/or queer storylines, not as replications of the tropes we are held against in real life, but for illuminating just how much we inhabit grey areas in our everyday lives. Our characters are created from us, from our minds, and thus they are irrevocably connected to our material and emotional conditions. There is great joy to be had in bending the rules, exploring “what if’s,” and showing another dimension to a trope or stereotype.

I also want to make clear: my perspective is not the pinnacle, nor universal experience of all people with vaginas/queer people/sexual people, etc. This is from my sole experience and what I have chosen to invest of myself into my own writing. I welcome and celebrate other opinions and experiences, and hope that instead of refining “the truth,” we expand its possibilities.

Thank you for reading my very long and arbitrary rant, and I hope you are doing well. Love and Light,

#writer's comment #theiaphine #fanfic thoughts #wlw fanfic #blog psa

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kkaebsongtypo · 7 years ago

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Human Canvas // Lee Donghyuck

A/N: this is the first request ive ever gotten and may i just say,,,,, HOLY SHIT I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN I GOT THIS. So thank you for requesting♥♥♥♥ Same thing,,, i will have a story version up soon on the other blog!! Also. I am so fucking dead, school has been HOOOOOOOKAY. I've be getting so much homework and it's really stressing me out,,,, and i have like no time to write :((( but anyways I hope you like this cute little haechen au ;33

pairing: haechan x artist!reader

genre: fluffy fluffy fluff fluff

warnings/notes: some language??? that's a constant i guess

word count: 1223

side note: i really want to write gender nerutral scenarios, i tried in this one but i ended up scrapping it beacuse it turned out really stupid, i'm going to practice for sure though! the paintings at the top are mine, the picture of donghyuck isn't though so cred to where i came from

OH and Y/I means your initials :))

(i didn't proof read bc im busy so im sorry for spelling errors and such)

Theme/Summary:

high school!au

soulmate!au

every brush stoke you made would show up on his skin

this is like a one sided soulmate thing

because you don't get any soulmate mark things

it'll make more sense once we're in and shit

so let's gooooo

backstory timeee

when you were growing up,,, you went through a lot of 'favourite hobbies'

you'd be singing one year,,,,, dancing the next

finally,,,, you got into watercolour painting and it stuck with you

four years later,, you're still going strong

everyone around you had these drawings showing up on their skin

you found out that they were drawings from their soulmates

the more it came up,,, the more you began to wonder why you didn't have any

alright!! it's story timeee

go go go!!!

one nice autumn day

you were at home at your desk

paintbrush in hand

you were feeling inspired by the beauty outside

you mixed a puddle of this burgundy colour

and started painting this like autumn themed flower

this was like your style;

flowers, leaves, and that thing at the beginning LMAO

it was usually this behind some writing

like cute little quotes or some lyrics

you continued adding other colours

reds, dark greens, oranges, golden yellows, y'know

every stroke you made with that your brush would show up on his skin

they have ever since you pick up the brush for the first time

(unbeknownst to you, of course)

fufufufufuf*flash back warp noises*

one day, four years ago

four days before his first day of highschool

he was out with his friendos

just casually walking around a record store

finding old vintage vinyls and shit

but as he reached for one he noticed this small bouquet of dark flowers go down from his hand to his forearm

so he was like what????

so he rolled up his sleeve to see the rest and he noticed a signature

'Y/N 2014'

days, weeks, months, passed and the paintings continued appearing and disappearing regularly

he started taking pictures of the artwork on his skin bc hey that shit was beautiful

after some research,,, he found ou that it was this 'one way soulmate' thing

as much as he wanted to, he couldn't contact his soulmate

that's not how this works

May of senior year

he was in the change room with Jeno after phys.ed

so he's like facing the wall and taking off his shirt

but he turns around because Jeno is like

'woahh'

so hyuck was like

'you good bro?'

and jeno was just staring and then he's like

'yea.. yeah im good,,, it's just,, your back'

(I JUST REALIZED THIS SOUNDS SO GAY OML NOHYUCK)

he took this breath and smiled

'you got a new painting'

so donghyuck just like raises his brows and walks over to the mirror

when he saw it for himself he was like 'woahhh' too y'know

this one was different than any others he's recived

wayyy bigger

and it's on his back like what????

it was the outline of the Seoul skyline over blotches of colour

pale blues, pinks, taupes, greens, yellows, purples....

just there on his back

he was in awe for a good 15 seconds

he asked Jeno to take a picture bc like

hOlY ShIT rIGhT

there's no way he's forgetting this one

he's gotta save it because it'll disapear in a few days!1!!!1

but to his suprise, it didn't disapear

it's been 3 weeks and it's only now starting to fade

where as the smaller ones would be gone with in a few days

after getting that painting on his back,,,, he had a feeling you probably lived in Seoul

so when there were papers posted about there being an art show nearby

he jumped at the chance,,,,, in hopes of finding his soulmate

that friday after school,,,,,,,

he changed he made his way to the nearby art gallery

at the door he was given a pamphlet that had the names and shit on it

one name caught his eye

'Y/F/N Y/L/N

he recognized that name from school

you two had math together,,,, he didn't know you very well,,,, you sat alone at the back by the window

it seemed as though everyone knew you but him

he assumed you were an art student because people would always associate your name with an art piece

today he finally got to see some of your art

he was genuinely curious about you and your art so he made his way over to your exhibit

when he spotted you,,,, his eyes lit up

oml what a cute

you were wearing an oversized knit sweater with the front tucked into your shorts

you had low cut, small heel boots,,,,, and some black, thin round framed glasses

BAAAAASICCCCC

your hair was pulled out of your face while you spoke about your art

he was so focused on you,,,, he didn't even bother looking at your art smh

BUT THEN

3 words that came out of your mouth SMACKED HIM

Skyline of Seoul

he was like

waitttttt

so he slowly pulled up the picture of his back and looked back and forth between the paiting and the picture

taking in every detail

until he came to the conclusion

'oh shittttt we're soulmates......'

so he waited quietly until you finished and people went onto a new exhibit before approaching you

you got picked up your waterbottle as he came up

you set it back down,,,,, smiling and turning to him

'hey, donghyuck right?

he smiled back at you

'yeah, Y/N, i like your paintings'

no one was really coming around so y'all started convorsation

'thank you, i've been working up to this point for years'

you smiled,,, he nodded andn took a deep breath

'i know we just started talking and this might scare you but,,,, uh,,,, i think we're soulmates,,'

your eyes widen when he looks up at you

ummm okay,,,, well,,, uh,, why do you think this?? i was sure i didn't have one,,,,'

he was like OHP and figured you didn't know how the thing works

'oh well,, basically,, it's kind of like this one way soulmate thing. You don't get any drawings from me but i've been getting things from you. Ever since you started painting, everything you painted would show up on me'

you were beyond shook at this point,,,,, you had always thought you were soulmate-less

'but,,,, i never paint on myself''

he decided to show you a few pictures of the art he's gotten over the years

'did you paint that?'

you nodded and he continued

'one came up a few weeks ago,,,, it was on my back,, it's still kind of there,,,,, but it's how i know we're soulmates'

you looked at him and then nodded hesitantly

and there it was,,,,, there was your Seoul skyline painting,,,, down to every detail

even your signature

you were so overjoyed and overwhelmed with all of this new information

yoU DIDN'T REALIZE THAT YOU WERE CRYING

until you felt Donghyuck wipe a tear off your cheek

I MEAN OBVIOUSLY YOU'D CRY

you've been living life thinking you just didn't have a soulmate

you'd pretend that it didn't matter to you

but like,,,, you knew you didn't want to be alone for the rest of your life

sooooooo

you wrapped your arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder

he quietly shushed you and hugged you back

you sniffled and whispered

'Donghyuck, i'm so glad you found me'

he pulled back to wipe your tears once more

'i am too'

OKAY

finally finished

the end was slightly similar to Swing Set but whatever

i hope you enjoyed :))

Jeno soulamte au is next in the soulmate series

but i have a Mark secario planned ;33

look forward to it :DDD

~ Jae☾

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dystovian · 7 years ago

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Hi! I don't really want to pester. If you're not too busy can I get an emergency ask with hunk? I just.. my anxiety's been getting worse these past few months. I've been trying to get recommended to see a psychiatrist to get diagnosed and it feels like no one is listening to me... I get overwhelmed so easily now. I can't even do normal people things. I feel like I'm going crazy mostly. but its so frustrating that i dont know what i have. im so angry. im so tired of this. thank you so much

ah here you go! sorry it took so long! I ended up rewriting it over and over again and I wanted to make it as vibid as possible so that you could actually feel like you were there with him. and I didn’t want to make it too much to read when I realized that I actually made it WAYYY too long! but, I hope you enjoy this and if u ever need anything, you can dm me and I’ll be glad to hear you out! I’d be happy to do a part 2 as well, or mayyybe just extend this completely.

These past few months have been hammering down on you. There were times when you were full of conflicting thoughts, one second you wished to be alone and one second you wished to be wrapped in the warm embrace of your love.

Now, your mind was focused on one thing and one thing only. To be married to the area that is your room, laying upon the floor watching the blades of your fan spin around. To be married to the darkness and to abandon the tears from your eyes.

There were also times when you would become angry at your clock. As it went on as if without your permission, reminding you that not everything happens so slowly. That there is only so much time in the world. But tonight, you supposed that your clock was giving you a break. A well deserved break. It’s felt like hours now, but it’s only been 15 minutes.

Hunk had been knocking at your door for God knows how long. He knew you were awake, he could hear your heavy breaths as you cried and he felt terrible, his heart began to split in two. He sort of gave up on being polite, and slowly opened your door.

You were expecting him, you could hear him coming up the steps toward your room, and you could hear his knocks. You hoped he would go away but you knew he wouldn’t, though you didn’t expect him to come in. You sat up, wiping away your tears, dismissing them to the blanket you lay against seconds ago.

It wasn’t long before your tears came back, slipping down your cheeks like glistening waterfalls, you lay back upon your blanket like falling ashes. Hunk’s shoulders relaxed, the sadness he felt for you began to weight him down. Goosebumps traveled up his arms, the coldness of your room becoming a bit much for him and he could only imagine how you felt. His large hands grabbed at an even larger blanket and brought it to you, wrapping you in it.

This is one of things you tended to wish for on some days, to be wrapped in the soft and warm embrace of your love. And it was happening, at this very moment it was happening, but why were you still so tensed? The warmth that came from was enough to melt glaciers, yet your body wasn’t satisfied.

“It’s alright, lovebug. I got you. It’s fine to cry.” You slowly lowered your head into his lap, his legs crossing to give you a comfortable pillow. His hands tangled into your hair, warm and inviting hands delving into what you knew had to be knotted hair. His hands were tremendously warm compared to your skin, like a nation had harnessed all of the heat and placed it into his body. Your body was satisfied now, you weren’t shoving like an abandoned bird during a blizzard, you were cozy and happy and feeling a bit giddy.

Although he didn’t get rid of your problems right there on the spot, but his words were enough to chip at your layers of tears upon your face. His skin was warm and soft enough to melt the layer of ice around your heart. And his determination to make you better than ever before was enough to tear at the thing holding your thoughts in its large hands.

#hunk garrett x reader #hunk garrett #voltron x reader #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender

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douche-meets-psycho-blog · 7 years ago

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Log #1

27/09/2017

Since I have a good bit of free time on my hands at the moment, I might just pop in a little log of our day together!!

Note: the night and following morning will be in another post, mainly just because of the image limit -🌷

KFC

The original plan was just to go to KFC because, well, who doesn't have a hankering for some good fried chicken and we'd been too busy earlier in the week to get it. It was your typical food court setting, nothing outwardly romantic, but it's just times like those that I really enjoy because not only is there good food (at a reasonable price for lil cheapskate me), but I get to spend time chatting to my favourite person in the world. Even the topic of having kids came up and just the details of how our process would work and all the options. A big family is something we've been set on for quite some time now, possibly aiming for around four or five kids of our own and even adopting a fifth or sixth (most likely an orphaned baby). Just the idea of family life with so many unique little individuals all leading different lives sounds fucking amazing. I love hectic family life. I want that.

PRIMARK

Then came the shopping. I'd say "first stop: Primark" but it was actually Superdrug (which we didn't last very long in because my eyebrow gel was out of stock). So, first proper stop: Primark (aka my mothership). We'd went in to have a look at some nails, but legit the moment we got in there clothes distracted me and my actual gem of a girlfriend picked me up this hellaaa cute mustard yellow sweater (which I'm not allowed to even look at until our anniversary in November - which I'll be writing about very soon). She even picked up a few fake nails and candles, which are in the same bag tucked away in the wardrobe that I'm not allowed anywhere near until November, so needless to say I AM VERY VERY EXCITED.

RINGS

I didn't really expect to be doing much else after that but turns out we managed to find quite a bit more to do in town. And there is no way she can manage to get me to walk past the Argyll Arcade without walking through and just gawking at all the gorgeous rings. Matter of fact I picked up a snazzy looking catalogue from one of the jewellers after a series of Karli having to steer me away from wayyy too expensive engagement and wedding rings.

(I mean, who couldn't appreciate a nearly ninety grand ring? For the record I actually prefer the cheaper one, even though it's still seventy-six thousand pound.)

But the thing is, actually walking through there thinking about weddings and getting married wasn't my main excitement about it. What came next was.

Karli (now, it's important to note that she is a MASSIVE lover of music, with particular focus on the acoustic genre) had heard a guy busking on the street who sounded a hell of a lot like Passenger (one of her favourite musicians btw) and I swear her eyes lit up as she hurried out to see. But then it was just as she stood leaning against the wall listening, the most genuine little content smile on her face as she focused on the music and watched the guy play, that I swear my heart just gave up. It quit it's job. It honestly felt like just an overwhelming rush of love for that girl. I'm going to get to see that amazing human grow alongside me as we live our life together. I'm going to get to see that smile in so many different settings. I'm going to just keep falling in love with her over and over again. And it makes me the happiest person on earth.

BUCHANAN GALLERIES

Moving on from that, the next stop was milkshakes. Well, we went to get milkshakes and then I changed my mind because I'd gotten right in the mood for a smoothie which was downstairs in Buchanan Galleries, so then we went downstairs only to discover that the fucking smoothie place had just like shut down or something, so grumpy lil me had to settle for going all the way back up to get a milkshake (which was not the burst of fruity refreshment I needed in my life at that moment, but was reasonably okay).

Now the thing is, I can't go into Buchanan Galleries without taking a trip into The Flying Tiger (a Dutch(?) store that sells so much amazing shit no one will ever really need but I want it all anyway). And on this occasion, my grand pointless purchase was [insert dramatic drumroll here] A GLASS FISH BOTTLE !!

(Honestly it looks so snazzy but when will I really need it? Liquid tends to come in a bottle anyway, never have I come across any bagged liquids and thought "oh, shoot, if only I had a bottle to put this in".)

H&M

The hunt for a beanie began. Not for me, I look a little bit not right in hats. For Karli! (Who btw has this magical power of fucking suiting e v e r y t h i n g.) Granted, we got very side tracked by some amazing novelty socks and Karli trying on some veryyy nice denim jackets, but at least there was that because the beanie hunt wasn't very successful.

(But also omg look how cute we are - I legit don't care anymore how public the selfie-taking is)

URBAN OUTFITTERS

Listen, my legs get tired. They're short. They're not very fit. A lot of walking can be a struggle sometimes. I needed a seat. And I had one seat in mind: that snazzy couch in Urban Outfitters surrounded by like a full tumblr-vibe vintage aesthetic and all the cool hipsters I have so much style-envy for.

We had a look at a few of the clothes in there too, I poked a cactus and regretted it, and we just sat and chatted in between me making Karli take some pics of our surroundings.

I think our last main stop in town was actually this new little tea store called T2 (which just reminds me of the second trainspotting because of the shop's logo and name). I'd never been in because tea isn't really my thing but I gotta say this place was very aesthetically pleasing and the different kinds of tea smelled so good - especially the citrusy one Karli showed me. We weren't in there for very long because, well, it's small and there's not much to do besides smell some tea and look around and sometimes even taste some tea but we didn't get the chance to do that part.

I have to admit, I wasn't going to really cover the walk to the pound shop and then back to the bus stop because well it's not exactly anything exciting, I was just clinging right onto Karli's arm for practically the whole way because why not. But I just really wanted an excuse to include an extra pic that she took that I reallyyy like (because, um, not to brag but like my girlfriend is an amazinggg photographer.)

- 🌷+ 😎

#trip #log #one #day out #shopping #cute #lesbian #couple #lgbt #gay #relationship #documentation #log 1 #tea #urban outfitters #jacket #beanie #photography #girlfriend #wife #🌷#😎

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brickerbeetle · 8 years ago

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@constellation-in-a-jar YOOOOOOOOOO ok went WAYYY overboard but you know what this AU is important to me so im gonna talk about it in length

- So, I don’t know a lot of Japanese farming, but I do know that the amount of farms has decreased a lot as of late, because the government has made itself formally in charge of a lot of rice production. So farming is not as intense a job as it might’ve been a century ago. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still reallyreally hard, but not so demanding that local farmers can’t work separate jobs as well. So the Tachibana farm would probably be a pretty chill place to live and work, more focused around providing food for the nearby town than bringing a big profit.

- Enter Sousuke, a city-dwelling office worker who happens to have a car that breaks down near Makoto’s house.

-The first time they meet, neither is incredibly pleased with the situation. Sousuke’s very frustrated, a little snappy, and Makoto’s first impression of him is that he’s a bit of an asshole who doesn’t really deserve any help. He works on Sousuke’s car anyways, though. He’s nice that way.

- By morning, he’s sweaty and sleep deprived and a little grumpy himself. Sousuke, now well-rested, realizes that a) he was a jerk to this very nice person who offered to help and b) Makoto is way hotter when it’s not pitch-black outside. Before he can do anything to try to fix Makoto’s impression of him, Makoto’s waving him away, more or less forcing him back on the road and wishing him good luck through his teeth. Sousuke has no choice but to thank him and be on his way.

- Fast forward to a week or two later. Sousuke can’t stop thinking about what a dick he was to Makoto. He tries to forget, but the guilt keeps resurfacing. In an attempt to clear his name, he makes this big fancy dinner for one, boxes it up, and drives back over to Makoto’s farm. Makoto of course accepts his apology and insists Sousuke stay over for dinner. A friendship(?) is formed.

- Over the next few months, Sousuke keeps finding reasons to be out in the countryside. Oh no, his car broke down again. Oh no, his grandma is sick and needs this very particular herbal tea that can only be found in the town by Makoto’s farm. So on and so forth. Makoto buys exactly none of it but doesn’t protest. He likes the company. At some point they give up trying to pretend and Sousuke just visits for the sake of it.

- Makoto also likes it when Sousuke visits because Sousuke will offer to help out, and the results are either pleasantly surprising or hilarious.

Sousuke’s not used to farm life AT ALL, but he’s no slouch. He’ll muscle through weeding and harvesting if Makoto so much as implies that he’d like help. At first the workload is overwhelming, (“how the fuck do you do this by yourself every day,”) but he gets used to it and ends up enjoying the work. also he looks reALLY good in a white tank and gardening gloves, and it doesn’t go unnoticed

- When it comes to animals though, Sousuke doesn’t do so hot. He’s a big hit with the dogs, (they follow him around like ducklings,) but the other animals? Not his biggest fans. The one time he tries to collect eggs, he gets chased out of the coop by a storm of furious hens. Nearly gets a hoof to the face when he attempts milking a cow. Horses have literally pushed him into the lake on more than one occasion. The poor dear is bullied to the ends of the earth.

- Makoto, although incredibly amused, is happy to comfort him. He brushes the feathers from Sousuke’s clothes, wraps him in blankets when he’s dripping wet, offers him warm food and a comfy bed for the night. (“I can’t send you back this late at night in good conscience!”) Gdi if he weren’t so cute Sousuke would’ve stormed away a long time ago.

OKAYYY IM STOPPING THERE BUT YES FARMBOY MAKOTO AND SMITTEN SOUSUKE IM V PASSIONATE ABOUT IT

#soumako #yall who sent me hcs you're all the best and i love you and im sorry its taking so long ive just been sick and working #overall it's just been really gross

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realtalk-tj · 6 years ago

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can you do something about a teacher assigning wayyy too much homework? like one of my teachers doesn't put a calendar up in case you need to work ahead, and keeps on piling worksheets as if their class is the only class I should be focusing on. and even though the work is 'optional', if I dont do it I'll just fail the quizzes/tests so it's not exactly optional. like I dont have this problem with other classes, just the one, I mean I can live w/ it, but the situation isn't rlly ideal. thoughts?

Response from Aurora:

You might be able to get something done about it? My initial thought was “sorry but no way.” There are so many teachers at TJ notorious for assigning a ridiculous amount of homework, and most of them have been that way since forever and continue to assign a crapload of work. However, some teachers have gotten better over the years, such as Ms. Yi. Also, math 4 used to be even harder, but they got rid of homework quizzes (same for math 3) and give more time on quizzes now because so many people/parents complained. So if a lot of people/parents complain, then your teacher will probably have no choice but to give less work. Also, is your teacher a nice person? Like is she/he empathetic and would listen if you told them their class was overwhelming? Because if that’s the case, your best bet might be to just talk to them about how insane the amount of work they’re giving is. Try bringing up student advocacy. However, if your teacher is not really an empathetic person, then I’d just try talking to your counselor and asking them what they can do. If your counselor sucks, go to Burke. Maybe your counselor/Burke will be able to do something about the situation? It’s extremely unfair that you have to deal with a class that gives this much work, and I really hope you can get something done about it!!! Good luck, and please remember that our inbox is ALWAYS open if you need to vent or need advice :). And remember, this is just one class and the year will be over before you know it :))

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sanctuary95 · 6 years ago

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Here we go Again.

7/31/2018

I’m back! And the cycle has started once again... An awesome summer coming to a screeching halt as I depart to West Virginia tomorrow. Depression and sadness fill my body... But this will be a good challenge to learn how to cope with that or learn how to get that out of my system. On one hand, I feel good because I’m putting myself in challenging situations and getting stronger and learning by the second. But in the other, I feel that this challenge is too drastic and it may impact my mental health wayyy too much. It's risky.

This summer I had my very first internship experience... I feel so unprofessional because I crushed HARD on a co-worker. I hate that sometimes I can be too much of a hopeless romantic and feel like I can’t control my emotions. I wanted to be strictly professional and focus on my first internship experience. But the thought of him ALWAYS clouded my mind and engulfed my thoughts. Why am I like this? Why do I let my feelings take so much control of me? Or why are my romantic feelings so overwhelming? I seriously think it is just the person I am. When I crush, I crush hard... But is that a good thing? Is that a sign of immaturity still though? I want to feel like it is a good thing.

So moving on to my little summer shenanigans, there was this guy at work who was a delivery driver. ( I can’t wait to look back at this and feel silly because I had a huge crush on this guy lol... it always happens). I am going to call him Ber for the sake of things. When I was first introduced to him I didn’t really think anything of him. But when I spoke to him and he told me that he was Dominican, then it was a bit different. I was put to do a ride-along with him in his truck and that's when everything changed. When he started holding his truck door open for me so I could get in is when I started looking at him differently. We vibed soo much and I felt extremely comfortable around him. I even started to feel an attraction towards him. That day was June 29th. But he told me his age and he was 13 years older than me at this time ( 35 years old). AND he has a 16-year-old daughter.. smh. But after he told me that the attraction stayed! It kind of made liking him a little bit more fun actually.

More details on the ride-along on June 29th... It is kind of crazy because I cannot recall much of it. That day was a Friday and I actually spent the WHOLE weekend thinking about him NONSTOP. I remember we flirted a bit but nothing too crazy.

Then we had an encounter on July 12th. I had to observe him because he was a top 3 contender for truck departure. So I went in the van and met him at his stops. This time the attraction was prevalent as soon as I spoke to him and I think he felt the same way. I remember at one of the first stops I was just looking at his smile and focused more on his features. I thought he was very attractive. At one of his stops, there were guys flirting with me and he made comments about it... dique why wouldn't they flirt with you, “mira tu piel y tu pelo bueno” Hahaha if only he knew! But when he said those comments I felt something as well. What attracted me a lot to him I feel like was his discreteness. He didn’t once tell me directly, I like you or I find you very attractive, it was felt. ALOT. By his actions.

Same with me, I never once openly told him how attracted I was to him, it was just known. After that stop, my van broke down. The way he handled it also told me that he was flirting and was attracted to me as well. As he was leaving he was saying something in his truck and I told him to call me because I could not make out what he wanted to say to me. He called me and told me to not start drinking and stuff since I had to wait at a bar for the mechanic to come. I told him he left me all by myself and he said “ trust me I would rather sit there with you having a couple of drinks and take on a date, but I have to do these stops.” HA... man, I replayed those words soo many times over and over again. I was soo happy. BUT he never asked me out outside of work.. so I think he was seeing another girl and just enjoyed flirting with me at work and stuff.

Then we had another encounter on July 26th, my second to last day at work. But I do not want to speak too many details on it, I just want to focus on the scope of things. We had more silent moments and the intense spark was not as prevalent. But I think that was more on my part because I was being quiet and distant. Something about his energy made me feel that way.. and when he mentioned that he did not pack his lunch because he stayed at a friend’s house last night let me know that he was seeing someone else. I noticed that when he would refer to a friend that was a boy he would say “boys” house. Nevertheless, we had a good conversation.. We found out we both had lived in Lawrence, Ma and we had the same birthday, 12/18.. Go figure!

BUT moral of said story.. he never asked me out.. so again I think he was seeing someone. It was a very intense attraction I had with him. And I was dying to explore more about his lifestyle.. But I am kind of glad we never took things further because it would have just been bad.. probably really bad. I hope I can stop crushing sooooo hard for people in the future! But I did hope that maybe we could have something, so I could get that out of my system now and have the experience and wisdom for future circumstances... With this being said.. FAREWELL to my “work bae”. I wish you the best in all of your future endeavors, and hopefully, I left a good unforgettable impression on you. ;)

to be continued..maybe..maybe not.

Side Note: This felt soo good to let out and put it into words.. WOW, now my mind doesn't have to be suffocated by this since I am letting it out..

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