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xnchxntmxnt · 3 years

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Hey this is for your matchups which again yayyy congrats on nearly 200!! Anyways for my matchup:

1-3) My nickname is Em, she/her and idm who you pair me with

4) I'd describe myself as shy at first then once you get to know me I'll open up, an overthinker and I like to be organized

My hobbies are writing, I really love it alot, I also like to draw if I get time and I love music alot too

In a partner I'd look for someone who makes me laugh and who's patient

For dealbreakers it's pretty general but I couldn't be with someone who doesn't consider other ppl's feelings

5) I don't have an aesthetic but I like pastel aesthetics but then I also like dark aesthetics and light academia so it's a mix I guess

6) Colours to describe me would be teal blue and silver, well according to you anyways

7) Right now I'd say my favourite song is Tru Luv Street by Awfultune or Fight Night Champion by Cyberbully Mom Club

8) Idk about a specific genre but some artists I like rn are: Awfultune, Carpetgarden, Cavetown, Clem Turner, Cyberbully Mom Club, Girl in Red, Joji, Lorde, Matt Maltese and Twenty One Pilots (sorry that's alot)

9) Ooh and I wanted to include that my favourite book is Radio Silence by Alice Oseman

Thank you in advance and also ily, you deserve all the love and more!! <3

EM MY BELOVED I HAVE DONE IT

@sugasfanfics this was so fun wtf like-- ugh i love this

ANYWAY i know i already kinda spilled the beans but im gonna match you with....

✧𝐴𝑘𝑎𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖 𝐾𝑒𝑖𝑗𝑖✧

AGASHIII

and no it's not just because you're already in love w him i have good reasoning behind this because i said so anyWAY

✧𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑀𝑒𝑡✧

how you met, for in case you cant see my fancy text

Cafe

C a f e

But like

A cafe specifically for nerds

This is just my like 2nd dream job okay but like hear me out

They have coffee & tea & a bookshelf full of old books and a chalkboard

You can write all over the chalkboard

You write super tiny and just let a little mini vent out in the corner because you’re stressed out and need to get everything off your chest

BUT you come back the next day and there’s a little note in the same little corner

Your message is gone

But instead is a little note from someone

“If you ever need to talk to someone, let me know”

And an Instagram username

So you give it a shot and you’re like why not talk to this random person Y’know maybe make a new friend if anything just thank them for the offer

You message him and start talking (and low key stalk his page just to see what he’s like, or maybe that’s just me being a snoop) and he’s actually really cool! So you guys meet up and get coffee and actually start talking all the time it’s really sweet

✧𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠✧

general headcanons

When i think of akaashi, I think of stars

When i think of you, i think of picnics and for some reason, water

Like the ocean

SO EVEN IF ITS NOT THE OCEAN

Your ‘spot’ is by this lake where he took you on a date one time

Maybe for an anniversary or something

But you guys did a little picnic dinner thing and were out when the sun went down so sat and stared at the stars

You buried a rock there and both of you like to stand on that spot where the rock is when youre there with the other

Or send the other a picture like “hiii baby look what i found” w your shoe in the picture

Bokuto is your #1 shipper high key

Like he thinks you two are so cute

He loves you so much too like

He and akaashi are kinda a package deal so like if ur dating akaashi ur dating bokuto just with less kissing (bokuto likes to kiss your cheek or forehead) (after making sure this was ok with akaashi of course) (ur his girlfriend of course)

But anyway just bokuto

He’s so sweet

And so clueless

You two will be walking together and then he’ll just walk up behind you and sling his arms over your shoulders

If youre holding hands w akaashi? He’ll put his hand over both of yours

God now i wanna write a fic but anyway

Bo is just the sweetest and is akaashi’s #1 hype man when he’s worried about a date

He’s ur #2 bc im ur #1 sorry to tell u

Bo totally tried to coin the platonic soulmates thing i love you kou but gtfo my em

Im arguing with fictional characters

ANYWAY

When akaashi is stressed he likes to wrap his arms around you and lay his head against your neck

He’ll never admit it out loud because he thinks its weird but he thinks you smell nice

When he’s starting to overthink too much + spiral he just will grab you and hug you until all the bad thoughts go away

When he thinks to of course

When he doesn’t, there are times you gotta find him and calm him down

Which he loves so much

Sit him down on the floor so he feels more grounded and hold his hand (or hook pinkies that's so cute i jhbflebf) (not the time spencer gtfo)

That way ur not crowding him but you’re still there y'know

And sometimes he’ll talk, sometimes you need to talk him down, sometimes you just sit in silence

Eventually he will lean forward into you and hug you because he doesn't want to talk, but he wants you to know he’s okay

Rub his back, kiss his head, you’ll both be okay

He’s really good with you too

When you’re stressed out he might push a couple buttons but he means well

He just wants to know who made his star upset (he calls you his star or darling convince me otherwise)

So he pushes buttons until you finally talk about it because obviously it’s bothering you why wouldn't you talk about it?? He just wants to fix it??

Sometimes this gets more irritating, sometimes it helps, it depends on the day

But even if you do get into an argument, expect to hear from him before the end of the night apologizing because he feels so bad for arguing with you that he doesn’t even care what the argument was about he just wants to make sure you still love him

I think im getting off topic but tbh this part is always just me rambling lol

Another thing I think of when I think of akaashi is rain. I don't know why but i do

You have to at least know OF the notebook & the rain scene to get this

I don't know the book lol i just know this much and i'm a dork so we’re using it & some quotes just a heads up

But just imagine its pouring and you’re bored and text him like “i wish i could see you but its raining & we didn't really make plans & i don't want you to get caught in the rain anywhere”

This mfer

RUNS ALL THE WAY TO UR HOUSE

JUST SHOWS UP

OUT OF NO WHERE

And being the freakin

book nerd he is

He texts you and goes “I wrote you 365 letters.”

And then just “(come to the door and I’ll finish the quote)”

So you bolt to the front door

And there he is

Soaking wet & smiling like an idiot

“I wrote to you everyday for a year.”

To which you start laughing and barley are able to make out a “it wasn’t over’ (which is the beginning of the next quote) before kissing him

And this jerk pulls you out in the rain with him because WHAT is more romantic than kissing in the rain

Nothing

Anyway he ends up with a cold but you give him some of the clothes you probably stole from him to get into dry clothes and you cuddle under the covers with tea

After you smack him (playfully of course) because “you IDIOT keiji it's pouring out here!!” “I wanted to see you too so i ran over” “you're impossible”

Anyway yeah #emkaashiotp

✧𝐴 𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐼𝑑𝑒𝑎✧

a date idea

Bookstore

I'm really good at naming places aren't i

Anyway

Bookstore date

But do something fun where the two of you have to go through an aisle and find a random page and read it in the like

How do i explain this

Make it sound suuuuper sexual without it actually being that way and not laugh

Whoever loses buys lunch

Lets just say you lose a lot dear im sorry (he insists on buying anyway, sometimes he wins that argument)

You’re smiley :) (guys her smile is so cute ebflbejfb em ILY)

Oh also doesn’t matter if he bought lunch or not he always gets you something

Whether it be that book you decided you couldn't get this time or a little trinket that reminded him of you, or sometimes it’s just ice cream

It’s all very sweet (hahaha pun)

He always walks you home and gives you a little kiss when he drops you off

Doesn’t leave till you’re inside & he knows you’re good

You make him promise to text you when he gets home

Which he does, without fail

✧𝑍𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑐 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦✧

zodiac compatibility

Sagittariuses are very intelligent, fair-minded & honest, similar to a Libra’s cleverness & rationale. Because of this similarity, trust is a huge thing in these relationships. It can be all or nothing, but finding balance is important to keep both people happy. Luckily, Libras are very good at this. From everything I’ve seen, these signs together have a very high compatibility and can have a very long-withstanding and healthy relationship.

✧𝐴𝑒𝑠𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐✧

aesthetic

✧𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡✧

playlist

House of Gold - Twenty-One Pilots

Lvr Boy - awfultune

A Shitty Love Song - Jye

Darling Get Up - awfultune

Something Just Like This - Alex Goot

✧𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑈𝑝✧

runners up

Nishinoya Yuu, Sugawara Koushi

#//ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴜᴘꜱ

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dirt-cup-draco · 4 years

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Draco x Reader- At Last

I have a Draco x reader request. Post war time line. The reader was friends with the golden trio during their time at Hogwarts and since the war they’ve come to know and accept Draco as a friend as well. But the reader and Draco have trouble getting pregnant and their friends seemingly all get pregnant at the same time. Angst and fluff and eventually the reader and Draco finally are able to get pregnant and have a healthy baby. Idk- something like that.

TW: Miscarriage, trouble getting pregnant, depression, mentions of violence?, a fight

Draco sighed, tossing his briefcase onto the couch as he slammed the door shut behind him. Work had been long. Granted, he had gone in early and left late. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be home, it had just been terribly bleak recently. There was no life to spice things up.

“Y/N, I’m home,” He said lamely, shuffling into the kitchen after loosening his tie and kicking off his shoes. He was halfway through his leftovers when you waddled into the kitchen, eyes puffy and rimmed red. You sniffled and moved like a pale ghost past him, grabbing a cup to fill with water.

“What’s wrong love?” Draco asked, sliding from his seat, hand going to your shoulder. The movements felt stiff. Awkward even. Since when had touching his wife left him feeling hollow? Since when had he stopped coming home and sweeping you off your feet? Since when had you stopped singing around the kitchen, excited to try something new for dinner?

You simply rolled your eyes and shuffled back to your bedroom, shutting the door behind you with a finality he was getting used to. He let his hand fall to his side, fingers tightening into a fist as his jaw clenched. Draco let his eyes wander and with a startle he understood the source of your tears and melancholy.

Ginny and Harry were having a baby. Again. The letter was sitting open on the counter, the happy news mocking them. Not too long ago Ron and Hermione had had a child as well. They seemed to get pregnant like it was the easiest thing in the world. Yet you and Draco had been trying for years. To no avail of course. Even when you had gotten pregnant... Draco shook his head, stomach turning. He could still hear your broken cries as you screamed to the sky, asking why they had taken your baby from you, why didn’t you have the ability to hold this life full term.

The miscarriage had destroyed you two for a while. You hadn’t left much, hadn’t eaten much. Draco had been given time off work and the entire ordeal had made you two closer. Temporarily it seemed. It had been quite a while since you two had gone out on a date, or really talked really. God knows he hadn’t made love to you in weeks. Not for lack of trying, he’d always pull you close after a long day, nipping at your neck and whispering things that used to drive you wild in your ear. You would just roll over and say, “Not tonight dear, I’m tired,” And that was that.

He understood. Or, at least he tried to. You had seemed to have an instant connection with the life that had once been growing inside of you and it was like a part of you had been ripped from you and you hadn’t found that missing piece of you yet. He recognized you less and less every day. You were crumbling and he didn’t know how to reach out. Draco had gotten his hopes up too, of course he had, having a family with you was a dream to him.However, he felt like he couldn’t mourn as you did.

You were the mother, the creator. He had just been the sperm donor. He had to pick up and go back to work and support you. Or at least, that’s what Draco had been telling himself. It was hard though. Sometimes he hid in the ministry bathroom, tears streaming down his cheeks and he thought of the daughter-or son- he would never get to meet. It was his child as much as yours.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Draco folded the letter from the Potters back up and hid it away. He was happy for his friends, truly, but neither of you had told them of your loss. They hadn’t even known Y/N was pregnant. It was difficult for her to go to her closest friends and tell them of the agony she was in when their stomachs were swelling with life, their families steadily growing.

“Love? Can I come in?” He said hesitantly, knuckles wrapping gently against the door.

A pause in muffled cries. The shuffling of feet. Then, the door swinging up. Your eyes were bloodshot, dark bags underneath. Your shoulders pulled down as if there were chains hidden beneath your skin, adding the weight of the world with every step you took. “It’s your room too Draco,” You said simply, turning away and returning to your bed.

You tossed the covers over yourself, face turning into the pillow you had been crying into. The blinds were drawn. Your shared home truly had become lifeless. Had it become loveless too? Draco wondered as he sat next to you, hand falling to caress your hair but stopping as you tensed. It was all too much.

“Merlin, I’m so sorry,” Draco finally choked out, lip trembling as tears burned behind his eyelids. It had been a year since you had lost your baby but every day had only seemed to get worse. He hadn’t known what to do then and he didn’t know what to do now. There had been a month or two where you had both emerged stronger, ready for the world again, but then the news came of your friends and how they were expanding their families at quite the pace and sorrow had started to take over the Malfoy house again.

His sobs shook his shoulders as he took great, heaving breaths. Trying to keep his head above water. He couldn’t hold it in anymore as he buried his face in his hands, his elbows digging into his knees as your back as pressed against his as you kept hidden away. The sounds of Draco’s sobs brought you out from under the covers however, and with renewed tears in your eyes you set your hand on his shoulder watching as he froze.

Then Draco was turning, arms wrapping around your waist that had never seemed quite so small. The hardships hadn’t ended since the war. You had one loss after another and you hadn’t been able to keep up. You were skeletal now, cheeks sunken and eyes sad. You hadn’t felt like yourself in ages. But you focused on your husband as he buried his face in your chest, nuzzling against the warmth and comfort there as his tears stained your sleep shirt.

It seemed you weren’t the only one who hadn’t been coping. You hadn’t seen Draco cry since your school years when he had been on a mission to kill Dumbledore. Not even when you’d lost your baby. He had closed up after that. Taken care of you, but given you space when one day youd thrown a book at his head, screaming that he didn’t know your pain, he couldnt know your pain.

“Oh god, Draco, darling, oh my love... I am the one who should be sorry,” You choked, fingers tangling in his hair and pressing him harder against you. “We’ve been hurting, alone, this entire time when we could have been doing it together. I never meant to push you so far away,” You continued as his body shook harder with renewed cries.

“Please tell me you still love me,” Draco begged lifting his head. eyes sparkling silver with his tears. God you loved his eyes.

Your heart stuttered in your chest as you pressed your lips to his, desperately, reverently. “I will always love you,” You promised.

��E-even if it’s my fault we lost the baby?” He croaked.

“What? Draco- No! Why would you think it was your fault?” You begged for an answer. Had he been worried about this entire time?

“It has to be my fault... I’ve made so many mistakes Y/N... A-and now, we’re the only ones who can’t get pregnant. I must be cursed... I am a curse...” He muttered, folding in on himself, pulling away from your comfort.

You wouldn’t let him though, pulling him tight against you, legs intertwined with his as you held his cheeks in your hands, thumbs brushing his tears away.

“Don’t say such things... It isn’t your fault- or mine for that matter. We did nothing wrong Draco. The mistakes anyone has made in the past doesn’t dictate what their future is going to be like...”

“B-but,” Draco stumbled, eyes wide, begging for some kind of explanation for why his baby would be taken from him and his beautiful wife. He wanted something, someone, to blame, even if that was himself.

“No buts... It isn’t your fault,” You pleaded with him, lips chasing his in an effort to ease his pain. “W-we need to let go of them, we need to move on,”

“I cant!” Draco said, appalled.

“I didn’t say forget... just move on. We can’t keep killing ourselves over this and I am so sorry I didn’t realize that sooner... I never meant to cause you such pain,” You sniffled as Draco nuzzled his forehead against yours in a sign of trust and understanding.

“I’ll never forget, but if you’ll be beside me, I am ready to move on, and maybe once we are ready, try again,” Draco said, eyes searching yours as you let a smile slip onto your features.

“I promise from now on it’s us against the world, not us against each other,”

Draco let himself breathe a little bit easier, the tears drying on his cheeks as you brushed feather light kisses over the bridge of his nose. His arms tightened around you and you sighed a happy sigh, face going to the crook of his neck. You held each other and let all the days wash over you, letting it cleanse you instead of drown you.

With Draco nestled against you, you could find peace at last.

#draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #harry potter #hogwarts #ask #angst #fluff

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abrakophile · 3 years

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I was looking through a bunch of junk and found some letters from my dad when he was in the army. I’m afraid I'll accidently toss them, so maybe I’ll put them here?

OPs Name JUNE 02 03

I LOVE YOU

THIS IS MY NAME IN KURDISH

*my dad wrote his first and last name, and under it, in Kurdish*

ILL TRY AND FIND OUT HOW TO WRITE YOUR NAME AND MOMS TOO.

ITS STILL HOT. I WORK AND READ BOOKS TO PASS THE TIME AWAY.

HOW ARE YOU DOING? GOOD I HOPE. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR FUN? DO YOU EVER HANG OUT WITH YOUR FRIENDS? TELL THEM I SAID “WASSUP?” NAH, DONT TELL THEM. TELL ME WHAT YOUR THINKING. I’M TRYING TO SEND YOU SOME MORE OF MY DRAWINGS. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DRAW YOU? DID YOU LIKE THE DRAWING I SENT YOU OF YOU NAME? ITS ALRIGHT IF YOU DIDNY. JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU DO WANT ME TO DRAW YOU.

(Flip Page)

THIS IS WEIRD! (The page does not have lines on the left side of it) i WONDER WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS PIECE OF PAPER. HaHa

I MISS YOU ALOT. PLEASE SOND ME SOME MORE OF YOUR DRAWINGS, YOU CAN DRAW ME ANYTHING YOU WANT TO.

ARE YOU BEING GOOD FOR YOUR MOM? ITS NICE IF YOU HELP HER OUT WHILE I’M AWAY.

HAVE YOU BEEN ANYPLACE NEW? HOW IS SCHOOL GOING FOR YOU? IS MOMMY GOING TO SCHOOL? I KNOW I WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL WHEN I GET BACK. HOPEFULLY I GET THE CHANCE TO LEARN EVERYTHING THAT THERE IS TO KNOW. THAT WOULD BE GREAT.

ALSO, ID LIKE TO DO SOME FISHING? HOW ABOUT YOU? I GUESS ILL END HERE. BE GOOD AND STAY IN SCHOOL. AND JUST SAY NO TO DRUGS.

THEYRE BAD.

I LIVE YOU OP

*hearts and x’s* DADDY

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(I don’t know if all these pages are in order or if it’s missing any, but this was the letter in the same stack as the last but this one was for my mom. In some places his indents indicate passage of time.)

I HAVENT HAD ANY TIME TO WRITE SINCE WEVE BEEN ON THE ROAD, NOT TO MENTION THAT WE CAN’T SEND MAIL WHEN WE’RE MOVING ALL THE TIME.

WEVE BEEN ON THE ROAD FOR ABOUT FIVE OR SIX DAYS, I HAVENT REALLY BEEN COUNTING. I KNOW I TOLD YOU THAT WE’D BE IN KUWAIT FOR A WHILE, BUT THAT WAS SO YOU WOULDNT BE WORRIED. I’M GOING TO KEEP THIS LETTER THOUGH, TILL I GET HOME.

ABOUT TWO NIGHTS AGO, WE DROVE THROUGH BAGDHAD, SOMEBODY SAID THAT THERE WERE PILED BODIES, I DONT KNOW IF IT WAS TRUE.

AND I GUESS YESTERDAY, A COUPLE OF PEOPLE SAID THEY SAW A MISSILE OR SOEMTHING SHOT AT US. I WAS TRYING TO FIX A TRUCK SO I DIDNT SEE IT.

ITS NOT AS DUSTY HERE IN IRAQ. IT REMINDS ME OF THE CONVOYS IN KOREA.

MOST OF THE PEOPLE WILL WAVE “HI”. SOME OTHERS DONT.

I SAW A KID OPEN HIS HAND ONCE WHILE MOVING, AND IT SAID “BUSH” THAT WAS KIND OF COOL.

OH YEAH. HERES A STORY. WHILE OUT DOING A MISSION, ONE OF OUR “BRADLEY” TANKS FIRED ON AN ENEMY AMMO TRUCK AND CLIPPED A KID. THE ROUNDS BLEW ONE OF HIS LEGS OFF AND SOME OF THE OTHER, FROM THE KNEE DOWN. SO THE MEDICS PICKED HIM UP AND BROUGHT HIM TO OUR RECONCOLIDATING POINT FOR MEDICAL TREATMENT. I GUESS HE EVENTUALLY DIED FROM LOSS OF BLOOD THE NEXT NIGHT AND YESTERDAY THEY TOOK HIM OUT AND BURIED HIM.

ALSO WE PICKED UP ABOUT 25-30 P.O.W.s AND SENT THEM SOUTH.

IT GETS PRETTY COLD AT NIGHT. AND THE DAY’S ARE VERY HOT.

SINCE WE LEFT KUWAIT ITS BEEN ME AND MENDOZA IN THE FIVE TON WRECKER AND I HAVE TO ADMIT THAT ITS BEEN EXCITING. WE KEPT GETTING SEPERATED FROM THE CONVOY AND BREAKING DOWN. BUT I THINK THAT WERE BETTER NOW. HOPEFULLY.

IM STILL WAITING TO BE AMBUSHED TO MAKE ALL THIS SEEM REAL TO ME. A PART OF ME WANTS IT AND ANOTHER DOESNT.

AND IT SEEMS LIKE ONLY OUR UNIT HAS TO STAY IN UNIFORM, EVERYONE ELSE WEARS T-SHIRTS AND BANDENA’S AND RAGS ON THEIR HEAD

WERE STILL GOING NORTH. NOBODY KNOWS HOW LONG WE’LL STAY. ITS NOT THAT BAD HERE. MEANING, IT COULD BE WORSE.

I USED A “SHIT-CHAIR”. ITS JUST A METAL CHAIR WITH A HOLE CUT IN THE MIDDLE AND THE SEAT FROM A TOILET BOLTED TO IT, GROSS.

HELICOPTERS CAN BE HEARD ALL DAY AND NIGHT. I GOT TO SEE THEM DROP BOMBS ALL DAY ABOUT 3 DAYS AGO, FROM A DISTANCE OF COURSE.

ILL BE DRIVING AGAIN, IN A MINUTE. PROBABLY RE-FUEL AND BACK ON THE ROAD AGAIN. IM ENJOYING IT.

I HAVE 8 MAGAZINES FULL OF ROUNDS. NO GRENADES, BUT I LIKE IT LIKE THAT.

SOMETIMES IT SMELLS LIKE SHIT.

I GUESS ILL END IT HERE FOR NOW

I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU TWO TWICE IF NOT THRICE AS MUCH AS YOU MIGHT MISS ME TOO.

HELLO AGAIN. WERE SOMEWHERE NEAR TIKRI + MOSUL. YESTERDAY, ME + MENDOZA WENT LOOKING FOR MOMENTO’S. WE BROKE A LOCK TO A NEAR BY BUNKER AND FOUND 6 A.K.47s! BUT ON OUR WAY BACK TO TURN THEM IN, MAJOR TATU GOT THEM FROM US. I WAS SO PISSED. BUT I GOT A GAS MASK w/ FILTER, A FULL MAGAZINE CLIP FROM ONE OF THE A.K.s AND A BERET WITH IRAQ 1 RANK ON IT.

I MADE A STENCIL FOR THE TRUCK WERE RIDING IN. ITS CALLED THE “GAMBLER.” YESTERDAY MENDOZA DROVE, SO TODAY ILL BE DRIVING.

IM NOT POSITIVE, BUT, I THINK WERE GOING TO TURKEY. NIETO SAYS THAT HE OVERHEARD SOMEBODY FROM S1 (or SI, I’m not sure) SAYING WE MIGHT GET PAID EXTRA FOR GOING THROUGH BAGHDAD.

I THINK NIETO’S MAD AT ME. CANT EXPLAIN WHY. MAYBE ITS BECAUSE IM RIDING WITH MENDOZA AND HE DOESNT LIKE MENDOZA TOO MUCH. OH WELL, WHATEVER REASON, HOPE THINGS GET NORMAL AGAIN. HAVE TO GO,

*hearts and xs*

TODAY IS THE 25th OF APRIL, I RECEIVED FIVE OR SIX (OR SEVEN) LETTERS YESTERDAY. THE LATEST WAS DATED 07 OF APRIL. THAT TELLS ME THAT ITS GOING TO TAKE A WHILE TO COMMUNICATE.

WE HAVENT RECEIVED MAIL BECAUSE WEVE BEEN MOVING NEVER STAYING IN ONE PLACE MORE THAN A DAY, OR TWO, UNTIL NOW. WE’VE BEEN IN THIS SPOT GOING ON FOUR DAYS TOMORROW?!

GIVE ME A MINUTE...

FOR THE LAST COUPLE OF DAYS IVE BEEN HELPING MENDOZA PULL THE ENGINE OUT OF A 5 TON TRUCK AND SWITCH IT w/ ANOTHER ONE. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN EASY BUT THE FLY WHEEL SEIZED UP INSIDE THE BELL HOUSING. ITS FINISHED NOW AND THE RUMOR IS WE’RE LEAVING (OR MOVING) AGAIN TOMORROW.

ITS 10:33 THURSDAY MORNING. YOUR TIME IS 12:32 JUST TURNING THURSDAY.

I ALMOST CRYED WHEN I SAW ELIS PICTURE. I REALLY MISS BOTH OF YOU. LET ME BACK TO BEFORE I GOT DISTRACTED. I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO SEND MAIL BECAUSE WE’VE BEEN MOVING. BUT I GUESS THAT WHATEVER THREAT THERE WAS (IF ANY), ISNT SO THREATFUL ANYMORE, WE CAN START RECEIVING AND SENDING MAIL. NO PHONE TO CALL FROM, AND NO INTERNET TO E-MAIL FROM.

THE WHOLE UNIT IS SCATTERED, SO EVEN IF I GET WHAT YOU NEED IT’LL TAKE FOREVER TO GET IT TO YOU. LET ME PULL THOSE LETTERS BACK OUT. OH WAIT. I DID LAUNDRY AND SOME UNDERWEAR THATS DRY, FELT HARD, OH WELL, WAIT A SECOND, K

I HAD TO FOLD SOME T-SHIRTS. ALL MY SOCKS ARE STILL DAMP.

YOU CAN USE MY CONTRACT TO SHOW THAT I ENLISTED IN TEXAS AND HOWS THIS

*On a separate sheet my dad wrote a detailed note for my mom to give to someone to confirm that he did want to buy a house. He writes “I AM ALIVE AND WELL.” and “PLEASE ACCEPT THIS PAPER”, then he signed it with his scribble signature, and underneath it wrote his name in print and added “1st SQUADRON 10th CAVALRY HEADQUARTERS TROOP (I have no clue what this means)*

HOW’S THAT? HOPE I SPELLED EVERYTHING CORRECTLY. IM ALMOST READY WITH A DESIGN TO COVER THE OTHER TATTOOS ON MY LEFT FOREARM.

I JUST FINISHED LOOKING OVER ALL THOSE LETTERS YOU SENT FOR ME

IM BACK! I GOT SLEEPY SO I TRYED TO LAY DOWN FOR A LITTLE BIT. NO SLEEP. I DONT THINK. I DIDNT HAVE ENOUGH WATER TO WASH MY DCV’S AND A PAIR OF BDV’S. BESIDES FOR DRINKING WATER, BUT WE HAVE TO CONSERVE IT.

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE RUMORS. TOMORROW WE’LL BE LEAVING FOR THE IRAN/IRAQ BORDER TO DO “PEACE KEEPING” FOR 3 TO 6 mths. OTHERS SAY THAT THE 4ID (i think is what this says) GENERAL WANTS TO KEEP US HERE TILL NOV., THATS WHEN 1 CAV WILL COME TO REPLACE US. WHILE OTHERS SAY WE MIGHT LEAVE BY JUNE. NOTHINGS FOR SURE.

SMALLER RUMORS FLOATING AROUND THE SITE ARE; RAMSEY AND SFC BACON ARE SLEEPING TOGETHER. SGT SIREK HAS PLANS TO TAKE NIETO AS HIS APPRENTICE AND PADIWAN LEARNER OF THE DARK SIDE. LITTLE BLACK ARNOLD IS MILITARY INTELLIGENCE FOR SPECIAL FORCES OPERATING UNDER COVER A SURVEILLENCE AS PART OF

*the rest of the page is blank*

IM BACK. TODAY IS THE 27th. I GOT BACK TO THE LITTLE CAMP AREA ABOUT AN HOUR AND A HALF AGO. I LEFT YESTERDAY MORNING TO, WELL, AS PART OF DE-CON (DE-CONTAMINATION) MISSION. HERES THE INFORMATION THAT I GATHERED.

A SITE HAD BEEN FOUND THAT WAS THOUGHT TO HAVE CHEMICAL WEAPONS AND 1-10 WAS APPOINTED TO GO TO THE SITE AND DE-CON THE CIVILIANS THAT WERE GOING TO OPEN THEM. AS IT TURNS OUT THE CIVILIANS HAVE BEEN DE-LAYED AND WOULD BE SET BACK 1 DAY.

THE NBC TEAM THAT I WAS WITH WERENT PREPARED TO STAY OVER NIGHT AND AS FORCASTED BY SSG MINOR WE MIGHT HAVE HAD TO STAY 3 TO 4 DAYS. EVERYBODY WAS PISSED.

LATELY ITS BEEN GETTING REALLY COLD AT NIGHT AND WE JUST HAPPENED TO BE NEAR A RUNNING RIVER. SO THE, ITS ABOUT 9 O’CLOCK AND IM BEAT, NO SLEEPING BAG OR ANYTHING TO COVER UP WITH AND I DECIDE TO TRY AND SLEEP. I GET AS COMFORTABLE AS POSSIBLE AND I GET ATTACKED BY MOSQUITOS. NOW IM PISSED SO I DECIDED TO JUST TO STAY UP ALL NIGHT. ABOUT 10PM ONE OF THE HEMTT (this might just say “hemi”, I don’t know) FUELERS SHOWS UP AND SGT TORRES SAYS HE HAS EVERYBODYS SLEEPING BAG! THE SITES ABOUT 45 MINS AWAY AND THEY LEFT SOMETIME MID AFTERNOON TO GET OUR SHIT, I HATE THESE PEOPLE.

RIGHT NOW ITS 9:01 PM AND ITS 11:02 AM YOUR TIME. I MISS YOU.

RIGHT NOW IM GOING TO ADDRESS AN ENVELOPE AND HAVE IT READY TO SEND TOMMOROW THE 28th. IM SORRY IF IT SEEMS THAT IM NOT WRITING VERY OFTEN. FOR A WHILE WE COULDN’T. AND NOW THAT IT SEEMS WE MIGHT BE HERE A LITTLE WHILE, THEYVE KEPT ME REALLY BUSY. LET ME ADDRESS THE ENVELOPES (he drew a star here)

ALL DONE. I THOUGHT ABOUT THE HOUSE A LOT TODAY AND YESTERDAY. IM SURE BY THE TIME THIS LETTER REACHES YOU, YOU’LL HAVE EITHER GOTTEN IT OR GAVE IT UP. IM O.K. WITH EITHER DECISION YOUVE MADE.

YOUVE KEPT THIS FAMILY TOGETHER, AND THAT MAKES ME PROUD. YOUR SMART, ATTRACTIVE AND FUNNY. AND YOU DONT TAKE ANY SHIT FROM ANYBODY. I LOVE YOU.

I HOPE THAT OUR DAUGHTER TURNS OUT TO BE LIKE YOU.

I GUESS ILL MAIL THIS TOMORROW, FIRST THING, SO

EVER YOURS

EVER MINE

*my dad signed it with his scribble, and wrote his name under it. under that are hearts and x’s with my mom’s name and then my name under hers.*

#very personal but where the fuck am i gonna put them? you know where i kinda cant lose them?#letters from the guy that was my dad #pt 1 #long post

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ofmerrit · 4 years

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* ◜ kristine froseth , cis woman & she/her ◞ * according to school records , that’s merrit antonietta unn hornsby walking on campus grounds with their usual iced-americano from the ancient grounds cafe . they’re known for their long , dark blonde locks outshining their surprisingly tall figure and are often spotted at the versailles garden reading wild geese by mary oliver . almost everyone knows their family is worth like 1.2 billion dollars , so we suspect they’re a member of olympus , you know , the one for old money . do you know where they were the night that the scholarship student died ? they claim they were touring around the campus for inspiration , must be an architecture major thing , right . and hey , don’t you agree that the sophomore reminds you of muffled screams into silk pillows , the bellyache you get after doing something wrong & vacant smiles ? you better watch out h e s t i a before something dangerous happens to you and life ends at twenty-two . * ◜ barb , twenty-two , gmt +3 & she / her ◞ *

alright alright . it’s me , wrinkle free brain bar from gmt +3 !! so pumped to be here w you sexies mwah <3 here’s merrit’s pinterest board if you’re interested ( pls im a virgo n pinterest addict .. lemme make boards for our muses .. id d*e ! ) imma . bore u to de*th w this intro pls .. forgive me .. i only hav 2 brain cells , this is all over the place HDFJK rip </3 tw: kidnapping, death.

starting w the boring statistics : full name: merrit antonietta ‘antonia’ unn hornsby nicknames: mer, antonia, ant, tbc. code name: hestia ; the goddess of hearth , the family , the state & the domesticity. star sign: libra sun , virgo moon , scorpio rising. sexuality: bisexual. favourite literature piece: wild geese by mary oliver , an anthology . “meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting over and over announcing your place in the family of things.”

merrit is the only child of the young hornsby couple. she doesn’t remember much of her childhood, according to her grandma, she was the happiest kid. had everything she could ever ask for and more.

the reason why merrit can’t remember any of this is the beginning of a tragedy — a stormy december night, she and her parents went missing. grandma says they were gone for over five months. a kidnapping case gone cold, they thought. right when the old couple was giving up on them, an angel from above delivered antonia to their door step. malnourished, void of any memory but alive.

life after losing her parents was easier than expected, grandma hornsby ( nee du pont ) made sure merrit would recover from this without any trauma & in a way, she did.

doesn’t have the best relationship with her grandpa, he’s harsh and cranky and too smart for his own good, merrit is lowkey afraid of him lmfao

she’s currently studying architecture — her dream major was interior design but grandpa encouraged her to pursue architecture to follow her father’s footsteps. kinda made sense because she’s fascinated by houses .. in reality the insides, the families living there are the real source of interest for her but she’s happy to settle for outside for now gshdjkf

personality stuff !!!

uMM.... i’d say she’s lowkey a people pleaser sdhjkf like ?? making her grandparents proud is . literally the only thing she’s ever wanted in this world n now she feels the same responsibility for every single soul in her life . a torturous existence if you ask me

can’t say no <3 if she thinks its gonna make u feel a tiny bit better . boom . she’s in .

the friend you’d call to bury a body . no questions asked . she’s pickin up the shovel as you speak asdghfjk unless it’s between her grandparents n you, then *michael scott vc* how the turntables.... sdhjfk shes rattin u out instantly rip

LOVES to talk n listen . fills her heart with joy . a blabbermouth .

an overachiever . doesn’t sleep much, rocks the dark circles 7/24 lmfao works bc doesn’t like the idea of .. wasting life if that makes sense ??

loyal 2 a fault. mostly to olympus. wld do anything to stay in the secret society / establish her place .

extremely gentle n caring . sometimes ?? its just . too much sdjkf like. tone it down <3

likes poetry ,, especially mary oliver n louise glück ! her fav poem is the orange by wendy cope.

i imagine her wearing flowy, tulle dresses with floral embroidery or vintage pieces idk

has shit ton of plants but struggles to keep them alive rip

!!! im . terrible at explaining her fr i hate it here ok i hav a vision but ??? i cant explain it

safe 2 say shes having difficulty deciding who she’s supposed to be . a part of her wants to be the golden child for her grandparents n the other side .. jst wants to live her life y’know ???

UPDATE ! i’ve realised that by hiding her secret, i also unintentionally hid a big portion of her personality and she comes across as the typical, soft & gentle soul. don’t get me wrong, she is indeed gentle and soft but she’s also volatile and deceitful !

connection ideas !!!

childhood friends - except she doesn’t remember any of it. maybe your muse thinks she’s changed. maybe they don’t care. maybe they are no longer friends . idk

penpals - seriously ??? i imagine her as someone who writes letters jst bc they’re nostalgic n cute ??? cld be fun.

a home - i kno home’s not a person but a feeling but tell that to merrit lmao. this person’s probably the only one in the whole damn world she’d choose over her grandparents. platonic or romantic, doesn’t matter.

betrothed - super old school yikes. nt exactly betrothed either .. maybe her grandma thot it’d be better if these two were in a relationship . maybe they remained as friends . maybe they hated each other . maybe they kept the publicity stunt ( cue 2 merrit begging to keep faking the rel so her grandpa wld be happy )

exes - a classic. ts this is me trying vibes . on good or bad terms . lingering feelings ? yes please .

bad + good influence - again, classic sdhjfk

saw u at the garden but cldn’t say hi bc i’m a dumb binch - basically someone she has a minor, unrequited crush on. probably knows this person through her other friends but she’s too damn timid to take the first step

a friend from labyrinth . ok hear me out . this is a big deal for her bc she’s all in for her society n v opposed to the idea of a second one even existing . wouldn’t say shes openly mean or .. rude to labyrinth members but ?? jst . wants to protect her own , so this would be a v secret friendship .

a project - could say she has some sort of a savior complex . wants to ‘fix’ people up .. toxic much, mer? <3 anyway ashdjk maybe she thinks .. she can change your muse ? i truly dont know.

ok final one . its juicy . someone who’s suspicious of her . she has a secret n for the obv reason i didn’t talk abt it, your muse’s suspicious n it’s just . hashtag awkward

these r the only connection ideas i have rn my brain said get tht fire exit door im off im so sorry forgive moi bUT im a sucker for angst : ) so theres that

something inspired by my queen n savior phoebe bridgers or . folklore ?? yeah.

give me noora / william vibes . the ex friends . the dan / blair dynamic . i live for them ok sgdhfjkl

#hqcruel.intro #oke im bit late .. or early idk asdhfkls #no proof reading <3 if u spot stuff .#baby im nt even here . im a hallucination #sdghjfk .. so bad . le shité . i did this . for what ??#tw kidnapping #tw death #intro.

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thy-lover · 4 years

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Jason Voorhees - I still love you...

Jason meets his childhood best friend again, who he also still has a crush on....

Warnings: Smut, slightly angsty, fluff, depiction of alcohol and murder and mentions of self harm.

"We are going to camp crystal lake, dude, There's no discussion on that!" Jake yelled at his friend group who were currently fighting over where to take their summer vacation.

You walked in the living room with the beer they ordered for you to get. You passed one to Rachel who pathetically snatched it and told you to get the fuck out of her sight, just before you were going to pass on to Chad you froze upon hearing the words 'Camp Crystal Lake'.

"Hello? Earth to y/n, you were about to pass me that beer." He pointed at the beer held in your hands, that were trembling. You handed it to him but turned to Jake.

"um.... Jake I don't know if that's a good idea...." You said as your heart pumped fast.

"why? afraid of a little legend?" He smirked and helped himself to a bottle of beer.

you sat down on the side of the couch farthest away from them "No it's just, pretty much all the teens who decided to camp there gone missing, I just don't want us to see the same fate." The small girl looked down at her lap, they can't know, is all that ran threw her mind. The teens that sat on the same couch she was on went silent, what you said was true, they only shivered at the thought.

Jake laughed "oh c'mon y/n, that's all apart of the stupid legend of Jason Voorhees!" He laughed and the others shoulder Began to relax again. You shook gently, that name, the name that made your heart clench. The name that made you hurt inside.

"There is a legend around camp crystal lake, there was a kid who was drowned in the lake because the counselors killed him. When his mom came back, she was so mad she killed the counselors but got murdered herself. Due to this the vengeful spirit of the kid came back to life and kills anyone who comes on the camp!" He definitely scared his friends, but you just shook rocking back an forth. Y/n knew the real story.

the next day they forced you to go on the trip with them, but you didn't want to, camp crystal lake was supposed to be forgotten about in your mind.

You glanced down at your clothing "baby blue, his favorite color.." you smiled gently.

"huh?" Jake said not hearing you he turned to look at you "damn y/n, you look fuckin hot cant wait to get there." Jake gave you a disgusting smirk.

The moment you arrived at the camp you weren't sure what to do, the sign that said 'Camp Crystal Lake' was just how you remembered it, if you look past the paint that is slowing chipping away. All the sudden a suppressed flash back hit you.

- The young girls head was out of the car, waiting for that yellow 'Camp Crystal Lake' sign to appear, she grinned widely and hoped out of the car and running to her best friend "Jason! Jason!" Screamed an overly excited little girl who was around the age of six. "Y/n!!" The young boy who was around seven yelled back. They met in the middle and embraced each other in a tight hug, jumping up and down.

"Jason I missed you so–" she was cut of.

"y/n you forgot your bag!" The young girls mother screamed from the window if the car.

"hold on mommy, I'm talking to Jason!" The girl screamed back, a older woman came walking towards the two of you, her shoes picking a little bit if the forest floor up.

"y/n!? You've gotten taller since the last time we talked." The woman smiled as she embraced her son's bestfriend in her arms.

"it's only been 4 months Pammy." The young girl smiled up at her.

"Y/N! HERE! NOW! I HAVE TO GET TO WORK!" The screams of her mother calling from the car.

- flashback ends

You hoped out of the car walking past the old crystal lake sign and into the area where her friends are, Chad's in the middle of talking his jeans off, revealing his bare ass because he had no underwear. The moment this happened you turned away quickly.

"Join us y/n!" Jake yelled towards you but you shook your head an walked away. "I'll set up the fire, you guys can continue, well, doing whatever it is you're doing..." You said waving your hands in the air.

Jason's P.O.V

'y/n' Jason thought as he watched the woman in a blue dress, he knew you, and even as he watched the woman's frame go back into the suv he madly hoped you were her, you were 'y/n' , his savior, his protector, his crush.... Just then a flashback came back to his head.

"Hey assholes leave him alone now!" The girl yelled to Jason's bullies.

The boy who kicked Jason now stood facing you he smirked "yea and what the hell are you going to do about it monster lover!" He taunted the girl. 'monster lover, that's what they called her for being Jason's friend.'

Her smooth hands curled into a fist, "Your the monster here John!" The young girl yelled.

"oh shut up and go play with your dolls!" The bully yelled back at her and all the other kids around him laughed at her.

A flash of rage came over the girl who Jason had the biggest crush on, the girl picked up a small rock and hurdled it at the older boy who was bullying Jason, the stone hit right on the center of his forhead. He fell over and started crying like a baby. She took the chance and ran to Jason grabbing his arm and running away from the other kids.

She ran until she was far enough to be out of sight. And she hid behind a big tall tree, the tree they made a 'blood oath' at.

Jason panted sitting on the forest floor letting his back lean on the tree.

"thank you y/n, you saved me again." Jason beamed up at her. She smiled down at the sitting boy, Jason took a moment to admire her smile. Everything about her to him was perfect. Her pretty smile her big e/c eyes, he just loved her even though he was way to young to understand what love was he knew he felt something for her that was strong.

"anytime Jason, those guys a cowards. " She said grabbing his hands and holding him tightly. He blushed at her and she smiled at his cuteness.

"you are to cute jae." he blushed even harder but his gaze left her when he heard the counselors. they peaked there heads out from either side of the tree and seeing the counselors crouching down at the boy who was clutching his head.

"we sure got him didn't we Jason?" He nodded and chuckled.

-flash back ends

How could she have thought I was cute.

3rd person p.o.v

Y/n walked towards the suv and pulled out a bouquet of Lily's and sunflower. She looked down at the flowers and smiled sadly.

She closed the door and walked away from the group further in the woods. After walking for a little while she stumbled on the big oak tree, each day her and Jason would wrap there arms to the tree to see if they're arms grew. She chuckled at the memory.

She kneeled down to the roots of the tree and laid the flowers down, if you looked very closely at the bottom of the tree you can see two small smudges of blood overlapping each other and above it there are letters that are carved into it sloppily "Jason and y/n bff forever" she smiled again at it, this was apparently what her younger self considered a blood oath.

"Pamela Voorhees, it's been a while since I said that name aloud hasn't it?" Y/n chuckled. "I brought you Lily's Ms. Voorhees, I know they're your favorite." She said looking up at the sky which sh hopes is where Pamela is.

A loud cry broke out from her mouth "a-and I brought s-sunflowers J-ja-jason's favorite..." Jason the name of her crush, Jason the name of the boy she loved, Jason the name of the boy who drowned.

"I'm so so s-sorry I wasn't there f-for you jae, I could've tried to save you....if my mom hadn't taken me on that business trip then maybe I could've been here to protect y-you!" The cries from the woman became louder. "I'm sorry jae, it was all my fault that I left, maybe I could've save you.... I thought that maybe if I came just one more time I could finally forgive myself for leaving you... I could finally live with the fact that you're gone....I could finally love myself but I was wrong!" Y/n sniffled.

"goodbye Jason, I'll love you forever..." She leant her lips down and kisses the harsh etching that had Jason's name on it.

Y/n cried there a little longer before she heard scream. She picked her head up a little and sniffled, the girl got on her feet and ran towards the screams.

The moment y/n got back to the camp she saw nothing but blood everywhere and her 'friends' all dead, she stumbled on her feet backing away from the scene, she was about to scream but a large hand wrapped around her mouth and she was pressed against a strong chest.

Y/n fought the hold of the stranger not wanting to have the same fate as her acquaintances. That was until she saw a bloody knife raised to her, she immediately blacked out.

...

The next time y/n woke up she was in an old bed in one of the cabins. Her eyesight was dizzy but it finally focused and she looked around the room, the moment she realized where she was she put a hand over her mouth.

"Jason's bedroom..." The moment the words fell from her lips she screamed out a loud cry, maybe if she dies know she can finally be with Jason. The moment ended at that thought the door was swung open and a large man in a hockey mask looked around the room quickly, when his eyes landed on you he calmed and took a step closer.

You couldn't believe how tall he was, his head was basically touching the cabins roof, his large frame was covered in jeans and a jacket, his feet were in boots that looked like it didn't fit him.

He tried to take another step toward you but you backed up in fear "w-who are you?" You said weekly.

He only took another step closer "please don't kill me!" You cried out to the man who was already right at the bed side because of his long strides.

As you cried all he did was pick his hand up to your face and palm your tear stained cheek.

"please tell me who you are?" You asked trying to move his hand but failing. He took his hand off from your cheek and pointed towards the headboard that had the word "Jason V." Into the hard oak.

"Jason V?" You sniffled, he nodded eagerly ready for you to realize who he was.

"I'm sorry but I dont know who you are mr...please just let me go I won't tell anyone." He huffed then pulled out his machete, you shrieked and closed your eyes ready to die, but instead of the machete impaling your stomach, you heard carving near your ear.

You opened your eyes and realised he was scratching something in the headboard.

Once he finished he urged you to look at it, "V-Voor-hees? ... Jason Voorhees?" Your eyes widened in shock and he nodded eagerly.

"no...no Jason drowned to death, that's impossible!" You said unable to believe what he was saying, all he did was stiffen and shake his head signaling a no.

"Fine prove it!?" You yell, it was cruel for someone to mess with others mind.

He pulled his sleeve up revealing the name "y/n" carved on his wrists. A gasp slipped from your lips, you pulled your own sleeve up and on your wrist there was a scar that wrote "Jason".

You looked into his eyes seeing desperation and hurt, "is it.. is it really you?" You whispered.

Jason nodded grabbing a hold of your hand, you reluctantly held back feeling his rough large hands, the moment you held his had you felt a shock run from each other's finger tips. It was the same feeling you felt when you first held Jason's hand when you two were younger.

"it's really you!" Catching Jason by surprise you jumped up and hugged him tightly, it took him a while to get used to your touch but he returned the hug by picking you up and swinging you around in the air.

You laughed with a mixture of happy tears, this was the reunion that Jason only thought about in his dreams, but this was real and he knew it.

He set you down on the cabin floor gently.

"look at you Jason.." you smiled at him just then Jason felt his insecurities come back, 'did you not like him anymore.'

"all grown up into a big strong man, so handsome just as I remember you." He blushed at you, this what he remembers about you, you always knew what to say and you always boosted his confidence.

He looked down at you and his un beating heart stopped, this whole time he forgot to admire you. Your hair was a beautiful flowing h/c it was a little bit darker than he remembered it to be. Your body filled out into a very beautiful women. He subconsciously let his eyes fall to your breasts which definitely got larger, his eyes followed to the curves of your hips, your ass being hugged by the blue dress. he looked at your face to admire it. Beautiful e/c eyes, beautiful plump pink lips, your entire facial structure was amazing. Sometimes he wonders what you saw in him, your beauty couldn't compare to the entire world, and that was a fact. He felt something inside him warm up, as he looked at your body.

"we have a lot of talking to do." You dragged him to the kitchen and started up the questioning.

As you cleaned your childhood home starting from the kitchen, to its floors to the bathroom, to the bedrooms to the porch, he followed you everywhere writing answers down on the notebook you gave him. He wrote how hes still alive, he wrote why he kills, he wrote what really happened to him an he wrote everything you didn't know down.

When the questioning was all done you sat him down in the kitchen and cleaned him up, he was super dirty and then you urged him to the shower to get off all the dirt in crevasses you knew were to embarressing to clean yourself. You took his laundry and put it in the hamper for tomorrows laundry.

When you came back he had a fluffy towel wrapped around his waist, the towel was way to small for someone of his size.

"hey jae so I was wondering-" you looked up and your breath was caught in your throat.

There Jason was, your childhood crush standing in front of you with just a towel around his waist, his muscular arms were big, his thick and strong thighs were dripping with water and his muscular core was ripped.

You blushed hard and slowly walked backwards only to bump into the bathroom door closing it.

You immediately turned around and tried to open the door, your hands were shaking and sweating it didn't help that there was steam from the hot shower Jason took on the knob.

"well i- uh I was j-just go-going to uh-" Jason took a step forward and held you by the waist bring him close to you, his large hand wrapped around the door handle, once the door was opened you freed from his grip.

You internally screamed at yourself as you practically ran to your old spare bedroom.

As you walked in you slammed the door, but instead of hearing the door slam you just heard it creek. You turned around slowly and realized Jason was walking towards you.

Jason looked at your red face with worry 'is y/n sick? Is y/n hurt? Is y/n scared' he didn't understand why you were acting like this.

"j-jason hi um..." As he took a step forward you took a step back.

"s-sorry if yo-your looking f-for your c-clothes I um I put t-them in the h-hamper so I could w-wash them." Your face literally couldn't get redder like It was physically impossible.

You took a step back as he took another step closer. Not realizing you were at your bed it bent your knees and made you fall over, because of how low the bed was it made you think you were falling to the floor.

Out of instinct you reached out and grabbed the first thing you felt, you hit the bed with a shriek but proped yourself up you looked into your hand 'a towel?' you thought to yourself but looked up to see where you got it from.

There in front of you was Jason Voorhees, your childhood crush completely naked with his cock erect Infront of your face. Even Jason looked down at his own cock thinking 'oh was that the strange feeling I felt?' he seemed to not fully understand why this was inappropriate.

'oh my gosh he's big, oh my gosh he's big, oh my gosh he's big!' your mouth watered a bit, before you knew it you were on your heels running out your bedroom door "DINNERS READY!!" You yelled making your way to the kitchen.

You fixed the table with the homecook meals and Jason joined and helped you, you ate in silence but it was akward on your part.

You started to gather the dishes and wash them, Jason stood by you and dried the wet plates and bowls, the incident almost completely slipping your mind.

Just then you accidentally knocked a thick mug over with your elbow. You bent down to grab it but it rolled under the counter having you bend even more.

He turned around and looked down at you, because of what you were wearing which was just and oversized teacher. The shirt hiked up a bit, revealing the curvature of your ass and in the middle of your soft cheeks there was your pussy peaking out from Inbetween. Jason eyed the lips of your pussy talking in the way it glistened or how it naturally clenched whenever you made a move, out of pure curiosity Jason touched it......yep.

The moment his cold calloused finger touch the small opening of your vagina you let out a loud moan, that sounded like a pornstar moan.

The moment that noise hit Jason's ears something in him snapped, it fueled a feeling that made his already erect cock twitch. But the thing was he had no idea why he was feeling stuff in his groin, he's never had a use for it because he's dead. But all the sudden you came back and his cock has been aching ever since.

But the moment the sound hit his ears he compared It to the adrenaline he felt when his victims scream, only this time it was a moan, and he didn't have to kill to hear it.

You jolted up in embarresment, you thought he was just curious but that didn't stop your pussy from remembering the feeling. You ran to your old room abandoning the dishes in the soapy water, you bit your lip hoping this didn't ruin your little reunion with him.

Unbeknownst to you Jason was right behind your small frame with hunger in his eyes.

He threw you onto the bed and you shrieked.

"Jason im-im really so...Jason what are you doing?" You asked watching him take his long thick cock out of the confines of his pants. He took his shirt off along with his pants and stared down at you intensly.

You squeezed your legs closed tightly as he crawled to the bottom of your bed. He brought his two hands up and roughly pulled your legs apart, he looked down at your pussy and realized it was wetter than before. You moaned as the cold air hit your glistening lips.

A finger slid up and down your pussy not exactly entering just sliding, it was just what you needed to jolt up and grab a hold of his shoulder.

"Jason, what, what are you doing!?" You asked a little louder than needed so he got up with a whine thinking you were mad at him.

"no, no Jason its okay..but do you understand what your doing?" You ask gently.

He shook his head revealing a no.

"Jason I'm..I'm going to be really strait forward with this....when- well when you touch that female....part it's insinuating...that..well that you want to have sex..." You knew how Jason's mom always told Jason sex was bad and only good when there is commitment, when there's love or when there's marriage.

Jason grew stiff he remembered his mom telling him that, but he also remembered his mom telling him 'jason as long as you love, then everything is alright.'

Jason loved you, he's always loved you, he still loves you, he always will. You came back to him so you must love him to right?

He stepped forward he held his hand towards his heart and then held his hand to you.

"heart me?" You questioned.

He nodded eagerly "you heart me? ...........you love me?" Your eyes widened as he nodded once again being shy, the moment of silence filled his heart with rejection, making him back up.

Until you jumped on him "I love you too jae." You gently lifted his mask just enough to reveal his lips, slowly you brought yours to his. He wasn't sure why he was breathing so hard even though he didn't need to breath.

Finally he kissed back not sure what to do he just started doing what you were doing. So he moved his lips, a shock went down his spine something told him he needed more.

He grabbed your waist and picked you up so your height matched his, you wrapped your legs around his waist, your unclothed pussy rubbing against his jeans.

You moaned into the kiss before pulling away. You looked in his eyes and cupped his cheek, slowly but surely you took off his mask, smiling at the face of slight deformities.

He tried to shy away only for you to make him look at you "your still as handsome as I remember jae" he cracks a shy smile before kissing you again. You hop off of him and lead him towards the bed pushing him down on it. You crawled on top of him and slowly undid his belt and pulled off his jeans leaving his cock sprung out. He bit his lips as your mouth hovered over the tip, you lowered your mouth and gently sucked on his tip.

"Poor baby, had to suffer with this aching cock, I'll fix it baby just be a goo d boy and lay down." He did as told his cock twitching at the praise.

You sucked on the tip bringing your hand to message his balls. A loud moan came out of his mouth and he threw his head back, you smirked and took his fat cock deeper and deeper in your mouth, his mouns growing louder and his hip snapping into your mouth uncontrollably. You moaned at the sight of his strong heaving chest growing, this sent rumbles to come out of Jason's mouth. Soon he had a bright white stream flowing out of his tip. He looked down in pure ecstasy, and found you swallowing each drop of cum like you were starving. His erection grew once again as you stood up and took off the only thing you had on.

Jason looked at you with his cock upright again. Your tits bounced gently and your ass jiggled with your movements, you crawled on top of Jason hands planted on his chest.

"you were such a good boy Jason, your So good for me aren't you? My sweet boy." He let out a groan as he looked into your eyes "you tasted to good.." he thrust up at that only to be met with nothing he whimpered. "You deserve a reward for being so good don't you?" He nodded quickly.

You smiled "okay jae, just go along with this okay jason? I'll tell you when to move." You picked up his hard cock and lined it up with your entrance, as you slowly sat down on him you could feel him getting ready to move but he restrained himself due to your order.

Once you sat fully on him and adjusted to his size, you moaned "move jae." He did just that snapping his hips into your cunt harshly. Your moans were constant and your head collapsed to his shoulder. "Oh gosh Jason your so good, just like that please just like that." Each thrust was hitting further than just your g spot.

He groaned more and more knowing he was going to release himself.

"jae your fucking me so good I'm going to cum!!!" Just then your walls tightened around his cock and he made this animal like roar when you got tighter, he shot his load deep within you and he slowed his thrust down.

You collapsed atop him and he flung his strong arms around you holding you close to his heaving chest.

"want to know something jae?" He nodded "when me and you were kids I had the BIGGEST crush on you." His eyes widened and he looked at your sleepy face. You chuckled at him "but I didnt tell you cause I didnt think you liked me.... Guess I was wrong huh?" You smiled up at him, he only nodded, happy that your feelings were reciprocated.

"I'll see you tomorrow Jason....I still love you....."

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haikyuu-tee · 5 years

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Give me matchmake. U kno me beech

This is for my dear dear roommate/best friend... please enjoy.

Koganegawa Kanji:

Reasons:

You’re gonna hate his hair, but hear me out this bean pole is a cutie patootie

I know your type is tall, QUIET, and dumb but kogane is like ⅔

He's a lil dumb and v v tall

He's literally so cute and so fucking optimistic

He just wants to do his best and be a good.

Can and will make friends with everyone he meets, defo an extrovert which i think would be good for you.

I can see kogane as a bit shy when it comes to romantic feels or pursuits but he's earnest and would be the sweetest secret admirer ever.

I also kinda headcanon that hed be a very ominous secret admirer.

He does have that big dumb energy we morosexuals looovvve!

Will get confused when someone calls you a different nickname than he chooses for you.

“Who is that?”

… Me?

“*pikachu meme*”

First Meeting:

You’d be at a game or maybe an upperclassman to him, maybe Futakuchi and Aone’s friend?

He’d just be like “Wow… a really pretty girl.”

He’d be a norvous and wildin mess as fuck. He’d be blushy and loud and trying to get your attention.

After “meeting” you he’d go Secret Admirer mode, probably on Futakuchi’s advice.

He’d be lowkey ominous as fuck tho as previously mentioned. He’d forget to sign off on things so you’d just get letters like “Your hair looks really nice today.” or random gifts that seem kinda weird, because the baby doesn’t know how to court.

You’d be lowkey unsettled and probably talk to your friends about it. Everytime you mention it Futakuchi cant stop laughing, and Aone just looks a little concerned.

You suspect it’s a prank after that.

How you get together:

Kanji would probably build up the courage after not seeing much reaction from you to ask you to meet him somewhere in one of the letters.

You’d be a little sus, and would ask Aone to hide nearby incase it was some creep afterall.

When you see Kogane there, you’re kinda convinced it’s a prank again.

Until he is nervously presenting you with a sandwich (that’s the best gift he could find at the cafeteria on short notice) and confessing his feelings.

I feel like you would want to start out as friends, but quickly fall for our clumsy tall boi

You’d eventually start dating, and have a really sweet relationship together, where Kogane is constantly trying to impress you, and just being a real sunshine boy.

Side note:

You are Oikawa and Iwaizumi:

He do be being cute tho:

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

Reasons:

Okay listen… I feel like he isn’t dumb, but also feel like he’s kinda like Kageyama where he seems smarter than he actually is. Like Wakatoshi is gullible as fuck, we have all seen the memes.

He’d be really hard to read, and intimidating, but I feel like he’s really sweet when you learn how to talk to him.

Which in general I think that means just talking to him and like trying. He’s a very blunt person, but he doesn’t mean it in a rude way. His personality is matter of fact.

I just think he’s the cutest thing, and I think he’s kinda high key your type of man.

He is someone you could take care of, and really build a nice relationship with, even though you’d kinda be second to the sport.

He’d defo think he’s being very obvious about flirting/his feelings, but in reality you have no clue he’s flirting until someone like Tendou points it out to you.

Literally his idea of being obvious is like asking if you’re going to the game when you’ve literally come to every game before that one.

Tendou: So? You gonna ask her out.

Wakatoshi: I did ask her out.

T: When?

W: I asked her if she was coming to the game you were there.

T: …………..

Reasons he wasn’t picked:

He would just be too hard to read.

Also I feel like because he prioritizes volleyball so much there is a lot more room for you to second guess the relationship, whereas Kogane wouldn’t even give you time to think about if he likes you or not. He’s just in your face and everyone else faces all the time.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu requests #haikyuu #ushijima wakatoshi #shiratorizawa #koganegawa kanji #date tech #love these boys #matchmaking

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macklives · 5 years

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homestuck recap

i hated this so fucking much bc my 2 am bitch-ass didnt want to read a recap thats probably longer than any slowburn out there

anyways here it is

also, uhhH sorry im using this as a end of session discussion bc that shit gets explained in her as well. and im not writing up more recaps of a recap so this is where im done for the day. (by done for the day i mean last nights session, im still doing a liveblog soon. i just wrote this yesterday)

also that this is long

you dont have to read it, theres nothing of importance

ive been coping with humor to get me through it

neato.

have fun with what i suffered through:

why was “beta” the only thing unhighlighted?

like did i miss a page???

OH its the beta version of HS thats why

damn its like 5 pages and thats it

mmh

well youll all be happy to know im clicking every single one of these links again bc i like looking back like ahh i remember that. good times. also in case i forgot some shit existed.

do you think andrew had fun writing this? or was he like “fuck”

thats a lot of fucking package talk. good thing im not confused as of now and remember it pretty clearly. of else, this early on in the recap, id be screwed.

god remember when i did an analysis on each item and what it did

i feel as if i have the technology engrained inside my head right now

cruxite, alchemeter, all that jazz

flashbacks are starting up already

yeah, that was the good part in homestuck where i knew 100% that i probably would continue on this liveblog in its entirety, ngl

that one explosion scene. bc it kept me going.

OH W A IT SHIT

i just realized how the intermission spades probably fucking foreshadowed the whole jack revolts thing and gains the ring, which was also technically JOHNS fault considering he slashed up the doll in the first place

my god, i guess thats the only good aspect of the recap. looking back at things and realizing the missing pieces.

oh that makes sense for the whole “this prototyping had no effect on the enemies, since he was already in the medium” i didnt actually think about that

little did rose know where that would get her right now

oh yeah

there’s still the whole entire lab terminal thing and how mom basically knows the place exists. i guess we’re still venturing onto that and itll come up later when we find out how mom knows SO MUCH about the game.

still think shes some weird spy or secret agent

i kinda love her ngl

anyways, theres literally no reason for skaia to produce a cloning machine. so technically, they only sent the meteors in, right? so who put the cloning machine in if not mom?

oh yeah that impact was nerve wrecking asf

and still at this point in the comic i called dave fuckboy red

huh, how times change

i hated reading that whole paragraph ngl, the frustration just kicked me in the boobs again

yeah nobody else got tornadoes, huh?

OH that makes also much more sense

bc she did prototyped them before she entered the medium.

i gotcha

man one of my favorite edits i made, rose hitting that meteor with a bat

are you

telling me

the exiles structures they arrived on were in the form of the items the kids used to enter the medium?

THE EGG

THAT EXPLAINS “EGG”

of course it was 413 years ago. that was never explained. simply vague “many years in the future....” but i expected no less from this

man serenity is the most wholesome character in hs no doubt

damn thought andy here was really gonna spoil us jade’s planet

okay cool, im glad i now have the layout to the whole “their stations went to the coordinates of the home button” shindig

man i honestly dont know what else to say besides “yeah cool recap” when i already pretty much know what went down? ofc im looking into each link and shit and adding in things when i see fit, but otherwise its just me going “ah good times” yknow

the whole meteor thing kinda makes sense now?

we’re still missing a few pieces of info but we’re getting there, folks

oh yeah that reveal

god jade and dave have it in the shits for parents huh

bro isnt the best and jade has a fucking dog

who lowkey

is doing better than bro

who knew a fucking dog is a better guardian than bro lmfao

dreambot = terminator. im telling you.

sorry im still on that idea and it will never leave unless i have the actual proof in front of me that its not going to become a thing. meaning, ive finished hs and theres still no terminator dreambot or either andrew himself gives me a canon letter with “the robot is not arnold, mackenzie, pls just let it be”

why is the entire game session highlighted

i swear to god if this is like to a second recap or smth of the whole game session i may fucking CRY

okay thank god its just a design of the skaia layout

which is honestly cool

idk why its blurry tho but i can at least see the layout now. which is honestly how i pictured it anyways.

yeah, john did make a huge impact in his friends’ life and i find that so fucking touching

yep. got that. everything loops around. cool.

especially when the trolls come in. god we havent even gotten to that recap portion yet, we havent even gotten to the INTERMISSION

pls can this be the halfway point to the recap

AT LEAST

so they were exiled after the whole jack: ascend thing, right? considering theyre way in the future. man no fucking wonder.

speaking of jack

man that whole dad and jack interaction was gold, ngl

OH THAT EXPLAINS THE RING THEN

and wow, andrew’s really giving us the best female content huh. andrew is the true god of equality and diversity.

also hey, i didnt realize that wow. so PM tricked the queen in showing the parking ticket to be able to take the present from jack. she’s a smart cookie, that one..

she and PM basically snitched on jack and it was the best thing that has happened to me so far

oh yeah okay

but why did AR panic over bec? bc thats something we havent learned yet, right?

anyways

exile town, the only town which should exist. facts. i dont make the rules.

noice

i love PM being queen. like.. thats canon now. shes an actual queen.

yeah that was a fun game and the consorts were cute

fuck yeah the dick head

hate them even more now that i know john was killed because of them

anyways, i wonder what dick move dave’s denizen did? maybe thats why its filled with lava bc the denizen was like “fuck it. make the land red. kill them all”

UH WHAT

WHAT

OH MY GOD HOW DID I JUST FORGET NANNAS LETTER LIKE THAT LMFAO

THEIR TITLES WERE THERE THE WHOLE TIME!

so i still dont know what they mean but i can gather it has something to do with the game giving them abilities. considering dave is the “knight of time” and he can go back in time. whack.

which means john can either control someones breathing or simply wind. and rose is... like that one girl in the winx club who does the sun shit. bc whenever i think of light powers, i think of stella.

and jade is space. witch of space.

nice

i have no idea what that means ngl

okay finally

we’re at the trolls

maybe this recap will end soon

i remember when i thought they were internet bullies

yesss

someone asked if i basically knew the trolls were on a different veil than the kids, so not presently with them, and i know lol. i was making a joke before btw. jsyk. dont think im incompetent to forget these things when sometimes i choose to forget it so i can add in a joke

it be like that, i annoy many

then again, pls dont assume im trying to say im not incompetent bc im also a fucking dumbass and DO forget shit and i have no excuse

imagine being so bored on the meteor, your last resort is speaking to aliens

ngl me if i was ever trapped on a meteor and could potentially do that

nah ik its bc its their only hope at helping with their session or whatever tf CG said to john. but there was BOUND to be a conference meeting between them like “okay guys. humans. that needs to be sorted out” and you just hear CG screaming in the background

i cant wait to meet them honestly bc im growing on all 4 of the ones we’ve seen already. and on top of that, i know what they look like and i know theyre not THAT bad, just a little on the crayy zee side sometimes

but theyre trying

OH MY GOD

I GET IT

FUCK

DOES THAT MEAN THE INTERMISSION IS *APART* OF THE MAIN FUCKING STORY??

AND SPADES IS WV FOR THE TROLLS

GOD D A M N

wow

i didnt expect that. but maybe the signs were there and i was just willingly choosing to ignore it or smth bc “haha couldnt be, right”

flashbacks to how i thought the trolls were humans

anyways, i guess he got his revenge on the kids version of “snowman” ie the black queen. but really

he did not have to do that. he could have cut off the finger and fled. but he decided “nah, lets implode her” so the loml is dead and all i got was a catchy song

i knew they were different types of “bullies” but now i just have to replace bullies with uhh

trolling strategies

anyways, this is cute. i love how they’ve come to be friends through mutual frustration. good part in the comic.

i wonder why it explodes

more importantly

....

terminator time?

this was my favourite sequences of dialogues in the whole entirety of homestuck. that is to say the back and forth thing that the kids went through to become a sort of wingman for the other.

absolutely gold.

all except AT’s rap.

GC was the only smart one with the linear shit

anyways fuck he still has to kill the denizen now but apparently its hard to beat for a sleeping dick head so

that will be fun for the future

john will probably need to kill A LOT of imps to get there

yeah rose is a badass bc she slayed that thing with needles of all things

OH and the white queen was the cursive

damn did AR ever do the whole guide process to a kid yet? maybe he will with dave, idk

oHHH

i fucking SEE

thats why he said DNA

to use it and replace all the life forms in the ocean

fucking neat wow

man that sounded sarcastic but im genuinely impressed bc all i got was bullshit as i read jaspersprites log

so thats the secret. it was “meow” bc that somehow translates to the genetic code she needs then. and that code apparently took fucking years to write as well. sick. whack. oh man.

derse is very pretty, ngl

and wow shit

“dave had already been awake in his tower all along without realizing it” how tf does someone just

do that, awake in both places at once

i didnt even fucking realize that fact as i read that pesterlog wow

ah yes, around the time things got confusing

okay so the capsule makes sense bc at first i didnt know it was a fucking time capsule so i got confused as to how it just apparated the game lmfao

the more you know i guess *twinkle*

i find that a neat concept tho

like the whole whatever you prototype affects the imps and shit

yeah so that whole “he had no advice” basically impacted his future

no shit dave wanted to reset things bc he probably thought he caused some sort of bad butterfly effect and killed his best friend

fuck calsprite thats all im gonna say

i read that first sentence and i think i got an aneurysm

and then everything else just made me sad again

i mean good thing he fucking did amirite?

we got pain at first but now we got cool shit like idk

fucking DAVESPRITE

damn idk how that works

will rose have like two minds now? or will this be some steven universe fusion shit?

“and understood their meaning” course well i fucking didnt so could you pls elaborate, rose?

okay but then what the fuck did he use that was inside the fucking box

bc i thought he used his knife?

im only every going to refer him as that now, thank you andrew

alright okay..

god that was a lot

i dont know what will happen once i click on those links but i am going to see that for myself bc i refuse to add ANYTHING ELSE

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bloodgulchclub · 4 years

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Chapter Three: Quest of the Stolen Watergun

Donut noticed how Grif hasn't arrived to work in a couple days. This may be Donut's show but this is Grif's episode. After Decter's scene he crawed his way back home. And home consists of a shoe box and a flash light. Ever since then greif was has greving his greifed baby maker. Constantly having nightmares, remembering what happened that fateful day.

His tear stained eyes shot open as the dicked lobster crawled away. "It took my pp". It took his son. Ever since then Geoff hasn't been himself.

And in the end all Dexter wants to do is sleep. And hoepe he wakes up with his beloved member.

At last miracles don't exist

Depper wokes up. He won't feel sorry for himself anymore. Hes done with this self loathing.

Hes gonna find his length. If its the last thing he does. Rolling his way over to the blood gulch club. Detective time. He walked like a fucking peigin to the back room

"Crime seen baby-"

"GR E E E EDFF" the gayish high voiced manboy person gretted him

"Dont talk to me"

Didi's brother continued his investigation. The lobster slavery box was no where to be seen. Sarge probably was too much of a piss baby to get new lobsters, of course he is look at him. So following the original gangsta lobsters was out of the question…

Maybe follow new lobsters

He thought to himself.

Yes that is a sexy idea

Do they have a mating call? Lets find out

Grif tried lots of noises. But anything with the letter :O made the ground shake

Pow? Maybe they like vore

"Pow pow pow" he wispered. "Pow pow pow" his voice got louder. Suddnely, a loud boom shook the room. Lobsters of all shapes and sizes flooded into the room. 👁👄👁 "Now is my time" Grif said out loud. He did some Naruto shit and twisted his arm around the largest lobster like squidward did to spongebob that one time.

The lobster was startled, and it flipped and flipped and flipped and flipped out of the room, with Dessert still attached.

"Pow pow" said the lobster, it was probably saying "ya facking cant, how could ya do this".

Nvm yes it was saying that. The lobster fuck it lets name it Earth 2.0

Earth 2.0 jumped and clawed, desperate to get the fatass off its lobsterself. Grif stayed on the same way he rides simmons- screaming and crying. The way they bent and flipped would make any gymnast jealous. Earth 2.o had to get away, this monster looks exactly how it's neighbor's dog's girlfriend brother's God father's doctor's nurse's niece's grandmother described the lobster molester. A big Hawaiian who smells like sweaty cheese. Ok rude

Grif felt a large pressure on his tiddies.

And Then Suddenly Everything Went White

What?

Gidd just felt his boobs. And he had his eyes closed, hes color blind. Just like his bio sister-

Wait

What if she wasn't his biological sister? What if theyre not even related

What if grif is his sister

Oh shit hes tripping.What kind of fucking drug is this- it smells like dick. As grif realized the sent, he looked around. Penis shaped trees and penis shaped clouds. Dick this dick that. And fouly shaped flowers and…cockroaches. Dexter was laying on a rock covered with prosthetic members, right next to a pre cum river… he read a sign titled PP land ":O" said Grif.

"How did you say that with your mouth?

"New phone who dis"

"Dont you know how to great an old friend"

"Stfu sans"

The two bickered until grif had enough. He stod up (shocking) and turnef around

"😳😩👄💦👄🤙😡🤢👌 FELOX" he screamed as he clinged on the taller man. Frif is like 3 feet tall.

"Pls be in my guts" asked grieve

"Ok" bill gates responded in a sexy ass alpha top dom knife play voice

He threw grif like a chair and broke his neck

"My bad i have hurty kink" said Felix as grif coughed blood. 👀😡💦👌 said grif

Theta then comes into the room

"Hi can you help me find my daddy"

"No but i can give you a new one ;)"

Wait no we can't rite that

“Suckle on my knob like a corn on the cob” siad isack gates. Grif couldnt respond as he was bleeidng to death. Felix took his 1 inch pp and put it on the tip of grifsd tounge. “Do you like my thick coke” sai d felix “no im diabetic” said grif, he was cut off by “hgduahvdhb” monaed grif

Fuck

“Ok well we do the sex” horny mc fuckface frlix said and 😳😳😳 he grabbed griftste tiddy . girf is really into boob play

“]_ies i don’t have a pp!2!1!1!2” grif shreiekd and started to cry since felix triggered his ptsd

“W”

“Ok come here we go find my weeweer” grii told him, and flex tape agreed since he doesn’t have anything better to do

So they left the area and started singing r mlp theme song as they went around looking in dumpsters and stuff. They found all types of,,,,,, objects that could replace grif's oui oui.

However he didnt like any one, for you see grif is was circumcised and there was a "G" cut in hid foreskin yes that's what circumcision means

“We could use a roll of toilet pape” felix suggested

“No those are too expensien” grif said L8 “i sosrn all of my money on vbucks yesterday “

“That’s fair”

So they icntinued to looks for grif’s little baby, when suddenly, a red flash appears before them

“Oh mah god whazzat”

And them some anime battle music started playing

Pow pow

Followed by a sick ass guitar solo

Oh no Grid paper looked up in horror as he saw it. The penetrated lobster from 3 hours ago. Its lobster coochie still containing grif's beloved. "

THAT ONE" screamed grif! Finally after all this time.

"Ok fatass" resposned Felix and he ran towarrs the floating lobster. He jumped on a sick rock but slipped and,, yeah. So noe its up to grix

. He rand and jumped yes he got a hold of the pp, but his hand was slipping he must act fast. He gave the lobster a big ol kiss on the lips and the lobster relaxed its um.. Lobsgina.

He fell to the ground and everything went black.

I can't fucking write this anymore I'm at my god damn limit i thought this was funny no this is stressful i hate my sinful hands this truly the worst thing I have ever written i hate myself i despise my existence i can't do this anymore

#rvb donut #rvb #red vs blue #grif #simmons #sarge #novel #dexter grif #anime #agent carolina #redvsblueau #redvsbluesmut #bgc #tbgc #white people twitter

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fuckthisblog · 4 years

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I need to spend more time on tumblr I forgot how calming this was.

I haven’t blogged since April it looks like so fuck...uuhhhh i used to make mini timelines on here and idek how to sum it all up but imma give it a shot for future me cause i always like to come back and read these - gonna go back in time a little to get the full covid picture but it ends with talking about the woods walk that lead to this video which brings me SO MUCH JOY

march 12th ~ last day i was at clinicals before it cancelled april 1st - online class stuff officially starts happening it probably happened before this but this is when i made a record of it. started anatomy review n shit for big ass exam april 5th - judging by my writing.. depression kicks in hard but also studying WAYYY too much every damn day april 14th ~ big deal first job interview april 17th ~ did the breakup thing, think that was the last time i wrote on here april 29th - found out big ass certification test on may 20th is scheduled for TBD ~ also found out i got the job but awsjhcfksdjhk now certifcation is postponed for got knows when may 1st - journal says “i got to see syd and i feel better”, dont think i realized how hard the breakup feels were hittin me cause i remember casually hanging out n then suddenly crying may 13th - slept through last day of my fucking class like a goddamn depressed dummy may 18 n 19 n 20 - miss kitty to the er, and then to her nuero appointment and they think brain tumor but cant afford MRI but prednisone instantly makes her better. all the scared feels of losing her and class being done and no certification exam in sight and just general awful nothingness floating through the void (still studying way too much everyday day) seems like i saw kirk like every other weekend idk how to feel about that im the worst w clean breakups may 21st ~ technically ive graduated but it feels like nothing. also idk if he did it this day or the next but kirk dropped off flowers and a card and a you did it! smiley face thing with a grad cap on that yells YOU DID IT whenever u touch it lol may 26th ~ study sesh w shawna n jordan i know i did other study seshs w them too but idk when, and then home and parents had signs made on the lawn to congratulate me graduating, and then sydney got dropped off and we headed to rhode island may 28th ~ very interesting/bad/idk wtf mushroom trip. adderall was still in my system and i dont think my body liked that mix and then i took xanax to try to calm down but theyre not pharm approved xanax so i just lost some time but syd took awesome care of me and we laughed about this weird juicy couture dress idk even though it was bad it was great cause i was with her. i do remember petting miss kitty and she had like overlapping colored outlines and looked very ethereal and it kept me calm while syd was outside. before the trip was great too i went to ocean state job lot and syd and i made a bonfire and ate donuts n delicious coffee milkshakes honestly it was all great slept entire day after bad trip but then wokeup and immediately started studying again lmao june 1st - called the people to try to get my test scheduled but that was a no go june 4th - letter arrives can actually schedule test - schedule for 16th STUDY STUDY DIE DIE DIE STUDY DIE STUDY DIE SHdkjceshkfchsdjc june 16th - FUCKIN PASSED MY TEST june 30th - mask fitting n stuff july 1st - good hangs w syd im lucky to have her july 5th - go to the fells for the first time in FUCKIN FOREVER cause syd and lucas were going n invited me and im so happy they did swimming felt so good omg july 7th - first day o work july 10th - officially scrubbed in again, feels good, but exhausting july 21st - all nighter where connor tells me he never loved me but in the context of an actually really good heart to heart session (which weve been having a bunch of latelyp) im upset but also not at all, work is exhausting but ive started taking my antidepressants again (literally that morning lol) and i go for a woods walk n swim after, and a deer follows me in the forest and its magical and life is good july 22nd - fuckin slept through work and thats never happened so been pushin myself a bit too hard july 25th - yesterday, worked saturday w j so we’re the only tchs there and did 2 lap apps and a hemiarthroplasty and it was good but also a little discouraging idk if this career is for me

and that about brings it up to today. talking to kirk less which is good for both of us. connor and i having lots of heart to hearts n genuine friendship chats. glad thats come full circle. lucky to have syd in my life. just generally idk that bears repeating haha i love her and writing this is realized how many times i wanted to write “and then syd made everything better” - she was the first person i called after i passed my test and she started screaming for me cause she knows me and knows my past and how hard ive worked and idk just a lotta love there. im lucky. word end of things idk wtf is going on but does anybody really? hahahaha. this career is not for me and i know it deep down but ill finish orientation before i do anything. but as of right now even though lifes good it kinda feels bad cause almost everyday im sweating and shaking and in so much fucking pain for a 10 hour shift and then i come home and collapse. antidepressants are helping though. i havent been on them for the entirety of my program/job so i thought that the job just came w this sort of exhaustion. but now im remembering theres after work tired and then theres depression tired.

#personal #video #deer #woodswalk

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witchsheartbooks · 5 years

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Can you do the boys and Clair confessing to their crush, please?

You ready for some cute flustered babs? Cause that’s what you’re getting.

Claire:

For a good while Claire doesn’t even realize she has a crush. Just that you’re super important to her.

Though upon the realization, her heart flutters and she cant help but grin.

She’s more cheerful then normal when she approached you.

She hasn’t really had to do this but what’s the worst that could happen?

She’s very smiley, taking your hand and opening up to you as her feelings spill out in waves.

It’s almost overwhelming with how much Claire talks but you find it utterly endearing. This is just like her.

When you accept her affections, she pulls you into a tight squeeze.

Claire pulls back, bouncing up and down.

She goes on about all the fun things the two of you will do while she takes your hand and leads you somewhere, no real destination in mind.

That’s just how she was, doing things without much thought.

Ashe:

Over time he’s been getting close to you, attempting to drop hints and just being overall pleasant for you.

You give him fairly good responses via your interactions but the flirting seems to pass over you.

Either you don’t realize it or you have trouble believing that he has actually been subtly flirting with you.

So one morning he wakes up really early, heading straight to the kitchen.

He wanted to do something for you that he felt only he could.

He spends several hours, pouring over this recipe and being an over all perfectionist.

He almost stresses himself out even though he’s the type that really enjoys cooking and backing.

Wiping the sweat off his brow he grins at his handiwork as he dots the last of the frosting.

You had been standing in the entry between the dining room leading into the kitchen.

Though he only just notices you and tenses.

“Oh [Y/N], I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize you were there.”

He tries to obscure your vision setting himself between you and what he was working on.

You quirk a brow and playfully ask him what he’s up to.

Not wanting to lie to you like he was so used to doing with other people, he sighs and offers you a timid smile.

“I wanted to present this to you at the right time, but I guess you caught me.”

He moved aside showing a small cake in the shape of a heart.

The frosting work was perfected and even the words piped on the front which stated. I love you, Y/N.

You cover your mouth, blushing like a school girl before looking back at him.

He begins to play nervously with his braid, waiting for some sort of response from you.

You briskly close the space between the two of you, wrapping your arms around the taller male and planting a kiss on his cheek.

His nerves melt instantly and he’s visibly happy.

He goes so far as to lift you up and squeeze you in a tight hug, while nuzzling your collarbone.

“Let’s have some cake!”

Wilardo:

He wasn’t the type to beat around the bush on any subject, honestly.

So when it came to flirting? He was open and made sure you knew.

Even through any such denial he would continue to fluster you.

Finally he felt it necessary to confess to you properly.

While his interest in you was already obvious and the flirtatious teasing was fun. He wanted to woo you correctly.

And for this, the brooding handsome immortal decided to use the language of flowers.Of which he was already so well versed in.

Leading up to this you noticed a note slip under your door.

Quirking a brow you pick it up and glaze over the words.

Come see me in fifteen minutes.

The message itself was cryptic but your heart still fluttered at the thought. There were some petals inside the note too.

This was a different approach to what Wilardo would normally do in regards to you.

Those minutes pass and you follow his instructions.

Hesitating briefly outside his room, you give a gentle knock.

Except when you do, the door creaks open.

Curiously you step inside, noticing those same petals from the letter lining a trail on the floor.

Your gaze pans up following the trail until you stop at his sorting table.

There you see petals forming in the shape of a heart.

In the center of those petals you see a Lavender Rose and a Blue Rose, their stems wrapped together in forget-me-nots.

You’re nearly breathless as tears start to form.

Then you feel two hands cover your eyes via a pair of familiar calloused fingers.

You giggle slightly which prompts those hands to drop as you turn around to face Wil.

He’s genuinely smiling although grinning slightly more at your reaction.

You wrap your arms tightly around him and he silently reciprocates, rubbing your back gently as his face buries into your shoulder.

Why would he need to exchange words for a confession when the language of flowers did that well enough on its own?

Sirius:

He is an utter nervous wreck.

He overthinks everything having to do with this upcoming confession.

Just being around you causes his chest to tighten and his tongue to tie.

His crush on you had been building for a while though he was very hesitant to ever admit or acknowledge it.

One afternoon he approaches you casually, but he’s very obviously flustered.

“[Y/N], are you busy at all today?”

You blink, tapping your chin before reassuring him with a no.

You were very observant of Sirius regarding his behaviors of things.

So you were one of the few who noticed his shift early. You just weren’t mean about teasing him with it like the others.

He shifts his position and clears his throat.

“Then join me for tea. I would like to speak with you.”

You smile and eagerly follow him.

He’s having trouble looking at you and he keeps adjusting his cravat.

The two of you go into his room though you notice it’s cleaner than usual. It’s usually already ridiculously tidy but he had gone the extra mile.

In regards to the tea however you also see that it wasn’t just tea he was offering you.

There were plates upon plates of sweets and small snacks. No this was definitely a high tea if you’ve ever seen one.

This is when you visibly began swooning which of course only made Sirius even more nervous.

He pulled out a chair for you.

“Y-Yes yes, just sit down, [Y/N].”

You follow his directions and do so.

He seats himself across from you and proceeds to pour your cup first before his own.

It was a lovely translucent red tint and you smile up at him asking about it.

“I-It’s just a strawberry tea that I infused. Nothing special.”

Except you knew much about Sirius’s tea assortment in the kitchen. He didn’t pull this one out often specifically because he didn’t have as much of a sweet tooth as Claire or Ashe.

Sirius watches you silently before shifting in his chair and setting a small plate of macrons in front of you.

You stare at the small colorful treats but then notice they’re decorated with little hearts.

You quirk a brow before investigating them more closely.

Most of them had symbols like hearts, stars or moons. Though there were a few with simple small words.

Love, Sweet, Cute

You put the puzzle pieces together in your head before your cheeks light up.

His blush becomes even worse as he tries to hide his expression by taking a sip of his tea.

“W-Why are you giving me that look. C-Claire helped me make all this. It i-isn’t a big deal!”

Though his flustered words of denial didn’t sway you at all.

You place your hand on top of the one he had resting on the table.

You notice him tense before he sets down his cup.

His fingers entwine with yours and the two of you stay that way for a while until Sirius breaks the silence.

“R-Right! Well… The tea is going to get cold.”

You grin at him and say I love you too.

This brings his blush back.

“Y-Yea well, you better! I wouldn’t forgive you if I embarrassed myself like this just for a rejection!”

Even with him saying that you noticed how much more visibly relaxed he was after hearing those words from you.

Noel:

The two of you had been chatting more recently.

Discussing things like space, stars, planets and even astrology signs.

You walk into his room one evening and find him waiting where he usually was each night by his window.

He smiles warmly as you walk over to join him.

The two of you stand by the window for a few minutes and stare at the sky from the other side of the window.

“[Y/N] I thought we could do something alittle different tonight. Would you like to join me?”

Noel offers you his hand.

You eagerly nod and take it.

Upon blinking the two of you appear in some sort of glimmering fantasy space.

You both stood in the center of a large field of flowers under a starlit sky.

Moon boats floated softly in the stardust sea off the horizon as you just took in your surroundings.

The flowers that surrounded you both consisted of White Gardenia’s and forget-me-nots.

Noel sits down and motions for you to join him.

Once you do, the two of you lay back and star gaze.

You do so in silence while Noel lists off the stars and constellations above you.

You barely realized when his hand takes yours, his fingers threading between your own.

“[Y/N] I’ve been meaning to say this for a while now. I just hope it isn’t to late for me to do so.”

You blink curiously and face him.

“I love you, [Y/N]. You are the moon and all of my stars.”

A blush dusts your cheeks before you roll on your side and tightly hug him.

He’s flustered but pleased by your reaction as he pets your hair.

The two of your stay this way until you manage to fall asleep.

Noel can’t stop smiling and before morning breaks, he lays you in his bed before having to leave at dawn.

A note is left on the side table, letting you know that he can’t wait to see you again tonight.

~Mod Sirius

#Witch's Heart #Claire Elford #Wilardo Adler #Sirius Gibson #Noel Levine #Ashe Bradley #Mod Sirius #Anonymous

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afjakwritesarchive · 6 years

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usuk fic?? much angst??? soulmate au where everything you write on your wrist goes on your soulmates??????????? and maybe alfred is blind? so he cant see anything written there much less reply? so arthur thinks he aint got no soulmate? jgbshajhygvshuytb i love your writingg hhhhh i read all your usuk fanfics in like a day

Title: you were right here all the time (i was blind)Pairing: USUKWords: 3,114AU: Human/SoulmateGenre: Romance/AngstSummary: Arthur grows up believing he has no soulmate. Then he runs into him in a grocery store.A/N: Wow! I can’t believe it’s been over a month since my last post! I changed the prompt a little, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Title taken from OK GO’s Skyscrapers. !!! TW for mentions of self harm and alcoholism !!!

Arthur was six years old the first time he saw his father’s neat handwriting appear seemingly by magic upon the back of his mother’s pale, freckled hand.

“Mum, what’s that?” He asked, forest green eyes peering curiously at her hand.

Alice’s eyes–the same sparkling green as Arthur’s–flitted downward and a soft, fond smile stretched across her slim face. “Your father’s making a grocery list,” she said gently, watching as the words appeared letter-by-letter upon the milky white skin of her hand.

Milk, tomatoes, butter, tea, spaghetti noodles.

Alice smiled and reached into her pocket, extracting a pen. Don’t forget bread, she added in her loopy cursive script. Arthur watched in wide-eyed fascination as more words appeared below hers, again in his father’s handwriting. Right. Love you.

I love you too, wrote Alice in return before raising her eyes to her son’s face and giggling at the starstruck expression he wore.

“Mum, are you and dad magic?!” Asked Arthur excitedly.

Alice’s giggle turned into a full-on laugh. She reached out, resting her ink-covered hand over Arthur’s shoulder and smiling broadly at him. “No, sweetheart, although I believe there’s a certain magic about your father and I share. We’re soulmates.”

“Soulmates?” Arthur echoed curiously. He’d heard the word more times than he could count, but he’d never fully understood its meaning.

“Yes. When people are meant to be together, they can communicate in a way they can’t with others. Whatever your soulmate writes on themselves will appear on you, and vice versa. Your father and I are soulmates, which is why we can write back and forth to each other.”

“When can you start writing to your soulmate?”

“Well, you have to know how to write first. Your father wrote to me for the first time when I was only two–he’s six years older than me, so it took me a while before I could write back. But once I could we wrote to each other every day.”

Arthur peered down at his mother’s other hand, which was empty of words, and then down to his own pale palm. “Do I have a soulmate?”

“Of course,” she said. “Everyone does, either platonic or romantic.”

“Can I write to them?”

“Yes, if you want,” she said, smiling gently.

Arthur reached for the pen and put it to his arm, writing the words Hello soulmate in the messy script of a six-year-old. His mother grinned and moved her hand from his shoulder to his head, ruffling his pale blond hair affectionately.

“We’ll have to wait for them to respond now.”

“How long will it take?” Arthur questioned.

“That’s up to them,” Alice replied gently.

Arthur never got a response.

As the years wore on, Arthur wrote to his soulmate daily. When he was nine and still hadn’t received a response, his mother assured him that there was nothing to worry about. Perhaps he was older than his his soulmate, she suggested, like she and his father. His soulmate may not have been able to write back yet; or, perhaps, they weren’t even born yet.

When Arthur was twelve and still hadn’t received a response, his father patted him on the back and told him that sometimes people got nervous about responding. He had felt strange about replying to Arthur’s mother at times, he said, because she was so much younger than him and wanted to talk about their relationship. Perhaps Arthur’s soulmate could tell that he was much younger and felt uncomfortable writing back, too.

When Arthur was fourteen, Arthur shed the first of many tears over his absent soulmate. His best friend, Francis, rested his ink-covered palm over Arthur’s blank one and promised Arthur that his soulmate was out there. That night, Arthur put a pen to his arm and wrote please, please be out there.

When Arthur was seventeen, he accepted the fact that he had no perfect match. That night he took something much sharper than a pen to his wrist.

When Arthur was twenty-eight, he started writing to his soulmate again. He knew, realistically, that he didn’t have one; he’d long since come to terms with the fact that he was one of those extraordinarily rare individuals who had no ideally-suited match. In his teenage years, the knowledge that he was destined to be alone had resulted in more nights with his fingers clasped around a bottle or a blade than he could count, but he’d long since cleaned up his act. Knowing that he would never have something 99% of the population had–especially when that something was so beautiful–was painful, of course, but he wasn’t entirely alone.

There were people with awful soulmates, people whose soulmates were abusers. There were people whose soulmates were dead or dying. There were people who disliked their soulmates or had fallen out of love with them; it wasn’t uncommon for married soulmates to get divorced and re-marry someone outside of their match these days, although some still considered it taboo.

Arthur could accept that, he thought. He could be happy falling in love with someone outside of a match, if he ever found them. After all, love was what one made it; if two people really loved each other, they could make it work no matter the odds. At least, that was what his friends and family had told him. Arthur didn’t know if he was totally sold on the idea of “true love” yet. How could he be, when the universe was clearly trying to tell him that it couldn’t happen for him?

Nonetheless, he’d started to write on himself again as a way to cope. It was nice to write to his soulmate, even if he knew that he was writing to a person who didn’t exist. He covered himself from elbow to wrist, thigh to ankle, in ink. He wrote about his hopes and dreams, his fears, his day, anything and everything that came to him. He liked the idea of his soulmate reading his words and being comforted by them, although he knew it was impossible.

Today, Arthur jotted a grocery list down on the heel of his palm the way he’d seen his father do all those years ago. He even signed it with an I love you, and imagined his soulmate taking up a pen the way his mother had and writing a soft, I love you too in return.

The walk to the supermarket was a calm and easy one. The sun was low in the sky, the world awash with its golden light. It was warm enough that Arthur didn’t even bother with a jacket, and he’d rolled his jumper up to the elbows. It used to embarrass him, having all of the ink he covered himself in on display, but now he rather enjoyed how normal it made him feel. People would walk by and smile, complimenting him on how sweet he and his soulmate were for writing so much to each other, and Arthur would get to pretend, if only for a moment, that there was someone out there writing back to him.

Arthur entered the supermarket, scooping up a basket on his way in. He walked slowly through the aisles, taking his time to find what he needed. He’d stopped and was reaching out to grab some tea when an older woman approached with a smile, patting his shoulder. “You and your soulmate are so sweet, writing to each other like that,” she said, eyes glittering with sincere happiness.

Arthur smiled softly down at her, “thank you, miss.”

“It’s adorable that you write to each other even though you’re together now, too. People must compliment the two of you all the time!”

Arthur’s thick brows furrowed and he blinked, confused. “I’m sorry, I’m not quite sure what you mean. I haven’t met my soulmate yet,” he lied, because it was easier than explaining that he was pathetic enough to write to someone who didn’t exist.

“Oh! I’m sorry, dear. I saw a man with arms covered like yours in the next aisle over and assumed he was with you because the handwriting looked similar. I’m sorry to bother you, then!” She chuckled, patting his shoulder lightly before turning and walking off.

Arthur paused, watching her leave with widened eyes. There couldn’t… She couldn’t have seen… No. It was impossible. Arthur didn’t have a soulmate; it was just a coincidence, surely. There were other people who wrote a lot to each other; it wasn’t as if he was the only one with ink-covered arms. There was no use getting his hopes over nothing.

And yet, Arthur felt his heart beating faster in his chest, and a feeling eh couldn’t place had settled over him. It was something like longing, something urging him to investigate, to seek out this man. But why? Surely he had no soulmate, so why work himself up? His soulmate wouldn’t had gone all these years without ever writing back to him… Would they?

Before Arthur could stop himself, he was turning on his heel and rushing into the next aisle. It was empty, aside from two tall, blond men standing side-by-side at the opposite end. They were nearly identical in appearance; twins, most likely. One had a pair of round glasses and was scanning the shelf while the other had his back to Arthur and was speaking animatedly, arms moving wildly as he spoke. Sure enough, in his sky blue t-shirt, his ink-covered arms were clearly visible. Arthur was standing too far away to make out any of the words or the handwriting, but something about the sight made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

Self-conscious, Arthur rolled down the sleeves of his deep green jumper to hide his writing. His heart was racing and he didn’t know why. He tried to convince himself that it didn’t matter what was written on the man’s arms because he had no soulmate, but he couldn’t make himself walk away. In fact, his feet began to carry him forward, toward the two pair of men, until he was approaching the one with his back turned.

“Excuse me,” he said. The man with his back turned jumped, startled, and whirled around. His twin placed a steadying hand on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, Al,” said the one with round glasses before meeting Arthur’s gaze over his brother’s shoulder and smiling politely. “Hello,” he greeted, obviously confused by the stranger who had approached.

“Hi,” Arthur said, shifting his weight from foot to foot and feeling incredibly foolish. “I couldn’t help but to notice your arms. I-I just think it’s so sweet, how much you and your soulmate write to each other,” he said, parroting the words of the woman from before. He couldn’t bring himself to look down and scan the man’s arms, nor could he bring himself to look up into the man’s face, so instead he settled for looking past him to his twin.

“Oh,” said the man–Al, as his twin had called him–sheepishly. “Thanks! I guess they write to me a lot. I think it’s sweet too!”

“They sure write a lot,” his twin added with a smile, “Alfred already had words on him when he was born.”

Arthur still hadn’t brought himself to look into the man’s face or at his arms. “Is that so? That must have been quite the surprise for your parents. Would you mind if I…?” Arthur trailed off, freckled cheeks flushing awkwardly.

“Oh! Sure!” The man exclaimed, raising an arm slightly. “I’m Alfred, by the way, and that’s Matthew.”

Arthur barely had the sense to give Alfred his name in return, already reaching out to take Alfred’s arm in his hand. He’d hardly taken a glance at his the man’s arm when he paled, his familiar script unmistakable to him. He glanced down and caught sight of the shopping list he’d written less than an hour ago on Alfred’s palm. The sight of his “I love you” on Alfred’s tan hand made his heart ache.

“What’s wrong?” Matthew asked, seeming to realize that something was off based on the ghost like paleness of Arthur’s face.

“I-I…” Arthur trailed off and slowly released Alfred’s arm. He was still reeling from the shock of what was happening, but he managed to pull up one of his sleeves to reveal the identical writing along his arm. Not once had he looked into Alfred’s face, unable to meet the man’s eyes knowing what he knew. So he had a soulmate after all, and somehow it was still painful. Arthur had hoped and prayed for this for years, and yet now that it was happening all he could feel was pain. Obviously Alfred didn’t want him–why else would he have never responded?

Matthew’s eyes flickered from Alfred’s arm to Arthur’s and back. His jaw fell open. “Oh my god,” he gasped.

“What? Mattie, what’s wrong?” Alfred asked, as if he were entirely oblivious to the entire encounter. Arthur felt a bit of rage flare up within him at that; how could Alfred act so unaware? How could his soulmate be someone so cruel?

“Al, you–This is–your arms match! This is your soulmate!” Matthew cried, still gaping.

“What?!” Alfred cried incredulously, his voice taking on a sweet, sing-song quality out of excitement. “Oh my god, it’s so nice to meet you! You said it was Arthur, right? That’s such a cute name. I love your accent too! I-I can’t believe you’re here, oh my god, I wanna know everything! You’re from England, right? How old are you? What are your hobbies? What do you–”

“Al, give him a chance to breathe!” Matthew cut in hurriedly, seeming to note the distress written across Arthur’s handsome face.

Despite Alfred’s obvious enthusiasm, Arthur was incredibly confused and more than a little angry. How could he act so excited and happy as if he hadn’t left Arthur alone and thinking he didn’t have a soulmate for most of his life? Rage was burning hot within him, forcing its way out of his body in the form of hot tears that gathered in the corner of his virescent eyes. Arthur finally gathered the courage to raise his head and look into his soulmate’s face for the first time, fixing him with a heated glare.

Alfred was grinning widely, his smile by far the most beautiful thing Arthur had ever seen. His eyes were a gorgeous, striking blue with flecks of gold and his thick lashes made them look even larger than they were. Excitement was clear in his expression, and yet there was something slightly off. Alfred wasn’t looking into Arthur’s face and rather at the top of his head, perhaps a little past him.

“Why did you never write back?” Arthur demanded, ignoring his soulmate’s confusing behavior. “I spent all this time thinking I had no one! I wrote to you every single night for years, begging you to respond to me! I-I thought I was destined to be alone forever, and you let me! How could you?!” He asked, immediately turning on his heel and making to run.

“Wait!” Matthew cried, pushing past Alfred to grab Arthur by the wrist. Arthur stopped, astonished, and whipped around to glare at him.

“Why the hell are you defending him?! Let go of me!” Arthur yanked his wrist out of Matthew’s strong hand, punctuating his action with a string of loud curse words.

“I’m blind!” Alfred suddenly shouted over Arthur, taking a few steps forward until his shoulder bumped against Matthew’s. “I’m so sorry, I-I know I must have hurt you, but I swear I didn’t mean to! Sometimes Mattie read them to me, but I could never respond because I don’t write very well. Please, please don’t go,” he begged, and Arthur noted with rapidly growing horror that tears had appeared in the corners of Alfred’s eyes too.

“You’re blind,” Arthur said, a stab of guilt cutting through him as he spoke. “Oh my god, you’re blind.”

Alfred’s cheeks were flushed red from embarrassment. “I’m so sorry,” he said, “I promise I didn’t mean to make you feel alone, and I understand if you’re still angry, but… Please don’t go.”

“Why are you apologizing?” Arthur asked, shaking his head rapidly. Tears were springing to his eyes again, but this time they were from relief. “Oh my god, I’m such an arse. I can’t believe I just yelled at you for being blind.”

“It’s okay,” Alfred said, a bit of laughter escaping him, “you’re kind of a hothead, aren’t you?”

Arthur’s cheeks flooded with heat, still feeling extremely guilty for his outburst. “Again, I apologize. If you’d give me a chance, I’d love to make a better second impression,” he said, and flashed a sheepishly apologetic smile at Matthew, who was watching the scene unfold.

Alfred beamed, his eyes still looking a little past Arthur. “Dude, I’m just glad you still want me,” he laughed. “You sounded pretty angry there for a second.”

Arthur couldn’t help but to laugh a little, years of hurt seeming to melt away within seconds when faced with Alfred’s carefree smile. “Of course I do.”

“In that case, would you mind if I felt your face? Nothing creepy, it’s just to get a sense of what you look like.”

“Of course,” Arthur said. Alfred raised his hands and Arthur took them gently in his own, guiding them to his face.

“You’re short,” Alfred said with a startled laugh. “Have I been looking past you this whole time?”

“It’s alright,” Arthur said, flushing when the American’s warm palms came to rest on his cheeks. Slowly, gently, Alfred’s hands moved across his face; when his thumb brushed along Arthur’s lips, he let out a little hum of appreciation that had Arthur going cherry red.

“You have soft skin,” Alfred mused. “What color?”

Arthur was half-tempted to lie, if only to make himself seem more attractive, but he knew that wouldn’t be fair. “Pale as a ghost and covered in freckles,” he sighed, resigned to his fate.

“Cute,” Alfred replied. “What color are your eyes?” He asked as he brushed his thumb gently along Arthur’s thick lashes.

“Green,” Arthur supplied.

“You’re really handsome.”

Arthur flushed. “Thank you. You are, too.”

Alfred’s smile widened. “Really?”

“Of course,” Arthur said, and there wasn’t an ounce of doubt in his voice. “You’re gorgeous.”

Alfred’s cheeks went delightfully red and he opened his mouth to say something back, only to stall when his fingers ran across Arthur’s thick eyebrows. “Holy shit, your eyebrows are huge!” He exclaimed loudly, still with a happy smile stuck upon his face.

Arthur was so lovestruck, he couldn’t even find it in him to be mad.

#aph #aph fic #usuk #usuk fic #soulmate au #hetalia #hetalia fic #arthur kirkland #alfred f jones #aph america #aph england #my writing #matthew williams #aph canada #hope y'all like this!!#i need to write more blind alfred he's so good

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doyouevenshipbr0 · 5 years

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gruvia drabble

~gruvia week: day 2// surprise~

author's note: damn me posting for 2 gruvia days in a row?! crazy shit lmao. get ready for some gruvia fam fluff kiddies!!! and ok listen ik that only one gruvia baby is actually canon (well, canon enough ig) but theres NO WAY u can convince me Juvia didn't try to have a million babies w gray. i jus aint buyin it sorry! and its a liiiil ooc i cant lie but like at this point theyve been married for a bunch of yrs so their dynamic haa to change at least a lil bit. ok enjoy!!! love u all!!!:)

Gray groaned as he rubbed his rough hand against his stiff neck, letting some cold air seep through his palms to ease the pain for even just a moment.

"I'm gettin' too old for this shit." Gray huffed jokingly to himself as he held his head low, walking his way back to his house. He had gone on a two week long mission, and it completely drained him. He didn't go on missions longer than a week very often, and his aching body was certainly a result of that.

He approached his home and turned the nob to the front door, and he felt his fingers bend in pain. This job really gave him a run for his money, that was for sure.

When Gray wasn't met with an instant greeting, he was a bit thrown off, but didn't think much of it. He made is way down the hall and into his kitchen.

"Surprise!" Juvia and his kids shouted in unison. The three of them all had big proud smiles on their faces which were all identical.

"Wha-" Gray's eyes widened and his mouth gaped open. On the table sat a cake that read "Best Dad Ever" which looked very similar to a certain eight year old's hand writing that he knew. Behind them was a banner with bold letters that said "Welcome Back!" with a present under it.

"What's all this?" His voice was dry from the shock.

"It's Father's Day, Gray-sama" Juvia replied with a pretty smile.

The day completely slipped his mind. He was so worn out from his mission that he kind of lost his concept of time. Truthfully, he couldn't gave said what day of the week it even was. Regardless, Gray felt himself overcome with an immense amount of joy.

Juvia bent down in between the heights of their son and daughter. "You guys can go hug your father now. The surprise part is over." She hummed.

In the next instant there was a child and a toddler hurling themselves at Gray. They met him with great impact as one clung to his waist and the other to his leg.

"Whoa, hey." Gray chuckled and reciprocated both hugs. "I missed you guys."

"We missed you too, Dad! And oh, you gotta' tell me all about it!" Storm let go of Gray first. "Did you beat all the bad guys?! How big were they?! Did you do your ice devil slayer stuff?!" He spoke a mile a minute, eyes gleaming with wonder and admiration for his father.

"Yes, huge, and yes." Gray looked down at his son with a grin on his face. "I'll give you the details after I rest a bit, ok?" Gray ruffled a hand through Storm's navy blue waves on his head as he pouted in disappointment.

"Did you freeze them, Daddy?" Gray looked lower at his daughter who was still wrapped around his leg. He scooped her up and brought her to his hip.

"Sure did." He smiled.

Neva's big black eyes widened in awe. "And you did the hair thing?"

Juvia and Gray both chuckled. She was referring to his hair sticking up when he used his devil slayer magic.

"Yes, raindrop. My hair did the thing."

"Can you do it?!" Neva perked up.

"Yeah, dad, do the thing!" Storm tugged at his arm.

"Daddy just got back from a big mission, and he's very tired." Juvia walked over to them and brushed a hand through Neva's deep blue locks.

"Aww!" Both kids groaned together.

"Weren't you just saying how excited you were for cake?" Juvia said sweetly to Neva.

"Oh, yeah! Cake time!" Neva squirmed and Gray set her on the ground, and sure enough she sprinted to the cake.

"Storm, why don't you go get daddy's present?" Juvia Kissed the top of her son's head, and he did as he was told.

Once the kids were preoccupied for a moment, Juvia turned to Gray, and her face softened.

"Juvia missed you very much, Gray-sama." She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, causing Gray to stumble back into a wall, earning a rush of pain to his back.

Gray groaned as he caught his balance and stepped away from the wall, finally putting an arm around Juvia's waist. "And I thought I was done with getting my ass kicked." He scoffed.

Juvia giggled. "Juvia will take that as an 'I miss you too.'" She pressed a kiss on Gray's lips.

Juvia turned an began walking away and gray lowered his hand, discreetly pulling her close to him.

"I'll let you know how much I missed you later." He whispered as he grabbed a little more tightly on her side. Red rushed to Juvia's face, earning a content grin from Gray.

"Juvia will hold you to that." She whispered back, flipped her hair, and began to walk away as Gray watched, still with the same grin on his face.

"Have a seat, dear." Juvia finished her way to the table and pulled out a chair for Gray to sit in, and he followed.

"Damn, what did I do to get treated like royalty?" Gray joked, but on the inside he was boasting.

"Language!" Juvia wagged her finger. "And you are the best husband and father ever. This is the least we could do." She smiled. Gray reached out onto the table and took Juvia's hand, squeezing it.

"Look, Storm did the words on the cake!" Neva's pale face lit up as she pointed to the dessert.

"So that's why it looks like chicken scratch." Gray snorted.

"Hey!" Storm objected as he put the present on the table.

"I'm joking, buddy." Gray grinned and pulled his son in for a hug. "It looks great."

"Well, Mom made it from scratch, so it was really all her." Storm gestured to his mother.

"Then we're in for a treat. Mom's a great cook." Gray looked right at Juvia, causing her to blush.

"I helped too, Daddy!" Neva hopped off her chair and ran over to Gray.

"Oh you did?" Gray picked up the three year old and sat her on his lap. "Then it'll be even better." He playfully began kissing at her cheek, causing Neva to shriek with laughter.

"Ok, ok, Mommy can't wait." Juvia exclaimed, interrupting. "Open your present now." Juvia clapped and nudged the bag towards Gray.

"Sheesh someone's eager." Gray raised a brow.

"Just open it, Dad." Storm nagged excitedly, sounding eerily similar to Juvia.

"Alright, alright." Gray gave in. He turned to Neva who was still perched on his leg. "You wanna' help Daddy?" He asked.

Neva responded with a violent shake of her hair, making her curls swing back and forth.

"No?" Gray was surprised. She was rather nosy, so he was expecting an instant yes.

"Just for you." Neva insisted.

"Well, ok." Gray turned back to the bag, and reached in.

He felt something very soft and pulled it out, and in his hand was a blue knitted scarf.

"Juvia knows you still wear the one I made all those years ago, but, it doesn't hurt to have two." She smiled and shrugged. "And this one's special since the kids helped me."

Once taking a closer look, he could see where the technical things on the scarf started to become inconsistent. It didn't matter though. He loved the scarf.

Gray paused and looked at the scarf, and then at his beautiful family. His wife and kids were the absolute best thing that happened to him, and he didn't know what he did to deserve them. He had to do everything in his power to fight back tears. Damn, they really made him a softy. He didn't mind, though. They also made him the happiest man alive.

"I love it." Gray announced and instantly wrapped it around his neck. "Thank you guys so much." Gray brought his kids in for a hug as a grin was plastered on his face.

"Don't forget to read the card." Juvia inquired.

Gray broke the hole from his kids and reached into the bag to find an envelope. He opened it and the card read "Happy Father's Day!". The inside had little pictures that the kids drew and Gray chuckled while looking at them.

The bottom was signed, "Love, Mommy, Storm, Neva, & Baby Fullbuster."

Gray froze. He looked down at the card, rereading the signatures over and iver again. Once he finally decided he was sure of what he read, he looked straight up at a very anxious Juvia, and his jaw was on the floor.

"A-are you..?" Gray felt something well up in his throat.

Juvia couldn't hold it in any longer. She responded with a vigorous nod. Gray carefully placed Neva on the ground and instantly jumped up and hugged his wife, giving her a little spin off the ground.

"You're pregnant?!" Gray's voice was light, and he felt his eyes sting with those tears he was trying to hold back.

"Yep." Juvia bit her lip in a smile and placed her hand onto her belly.

He looked back at his children. "And did you guys know this whole time?!"

They responded with uncontrollable giggles amongst each other. Gray smiled and ran over to them, scooping them both off the ground and playfully threw them over his back.

"You think you can just keep secrets from your old man like that?!" He jested, and the kids responded in fits of laughing.

Gray finally set them down. "How far along are you?"

"Porlyusica says about seven weeks." Juvia's hand remained on her stomach.

"Wow." Gray finally let out a breath. He took another look at his glowing wife and kids. "You guys really know how to throw a welcome back party." He let out an airy laugh and was so overwhelmed he felt a tear leak out of his eye, and he did his best to nonchalantly wipe it away.

"Want some cake, Daddy?" Neva tugged on his pant leg.

"I would love some." He grinned.

"I'll get you a slice!" Storm quickly hurried to the cake.

"Be careful, sweetie." Juvia followed him over and made sure he didn't cut any fingers off.

At this point, Gray was certain he was the luckiest guy in the world.

#gruvia week #gruvia #doyouevenshipbr0 #gray x juvia #juvia x gray #gruvia fanfic #gruvia fanfiction #gruvia drabble #fairy tail

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popopretty · 5 years

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Piko’s Spring Tour “Pathfinder” report

There are just so many things I want to write down for this live but I realized I would not be able to put everything into one post and I have also forgot some parts of it so please bear with my scattered memories.

I went to almost all the lives in this tour except for the one in Sendai. So it includes Nagoya, Osaka, Yokohama, Fukuoka and Tokyo. It is an amazing feeling following an artist on tour, like waking up in a different city everyday, meeting the fans you don’t usually meet but still being able to say “See you tmr”. For two weeks I was filled with Piko feels and I couldn’t really remember doing anything else.

KEEP READING - There is A LOT more under the cut lol

For most of the venues, there were like 150-200 people each. The final was in a bigger venue so there were more than that. There are girls, guys, couples, families, Japanese, foreigners, all kinds of people you can think of. And everyone is super nice and friendly. I still feel super awkward with my Japanese but people’s warmness there just calmed me a lot.

For the tour goods, there are T-shirts, mirrors, towels, mobile charger, tote bag and stuff from previous lives. If you buy one album, you will get a ticket to high touch with Piko at the end of the live. Plus there are chekis and if u are lucky enough you can get one with Piko’s sign.

My favorite thing from the goods this time must be the totebag. Its cheap and convenient since you can use it both as a handbag and a shoulder bag. The mobile battery is a new thing, which is a bit expensive imo but it works pretty well and has a super cute design so everything is forgiven xD I also bought 2 more CDs to get a high touch with him. I will write about it in more details at the later part.

Piko wears a different outfit every live. For the one in Nagoya, he wears the black outfit as in Black Swan cover, then in Osaka it was the white one as in Realizing. He is back to the black one in Yokohama and in Fukuoka is another white shirt with black gilet. He went with the Black Swan outfit for MOST of the final live lol. If you read my last posts, you have already known what else he was wearing xD

As for the setlist. The setlist is the same for all the small lives. Only the final is different so I’m gonna list out all the songs that he has sung in all the lives, not in the exact order.

- Realizing - This is the opening song for all lives.

- Loki - He sang this in all the small lives but not in the final.

- Ghost Rule

- HERO

- Tengaku - He sang this in the final only

- Re:Act

- Rolling Merry Go Round - this is also in the final only. I was so surprised when he sang it ;; this is also my first time listening to the song live ;;

- Dappo Rock

- Kachoufuei - This is one of my favourite songs in the new album

- Sakurane - This is also final exclusive! In one part he messed up the lyrics and he was super embarrassed so he laughed and asked the audiences to sing for him lol

- Black Swan - the most beautiful song live from the new album. Tbh I didn’t like the recording that much cuz the instruments are a bit too loud for me. But in the live it sounds much better and Piko’s voice just resonates around the live house and it is absolutely beautiful.

- Kokoronashi Acoustic - This is in the final only. He sang this song many times before but this time is totally different. He sang the first verse with no instruments at all and the acoustic guitar sound only came in in the second verse.

- Kasa - He sang it with a backup vocal of himself since it is a self-duet and many parts are overlapped. He sang the guy’s part with female backup in the first verse and then switched to the girl’s part with male backup for the second verse. In some lives, the fans even sang along with the backup parts which was really cute xDDD

After this part there is usually a small MC parts where Piko can talk and take a short rest before entering a non-stop session of about 4-5 rockish songs xD

- Murabito A - I love the song and the message in it. Whenever he gets to the “kamisama” I really just reached my hands towards him as if he is my God lol

- Futaiten Path Finder

- Lost One no Goukoku - I cant believe Piko covered it just recently! He sounds absolutely amazing in it. He didnt try to sing the original key (though I think he totally can). He chose a lower tone which showed off his beautiful, manly middle range and I love it so much. In the entry part of the song, he asked everyone to raise hand and shout out at the end of each drum session. He also asked the girls and the guys to do it separately. Even though there were only a few guys, they were really energetic, even when Piko asked them to say Yeah but in a girly cutesy voice. (They did it anyway lol!)

- Haikei Doppelganger - Of course this cannot be missed! This is like the most heated song in the live. Everyone was just headbanging like crazy. He just sounds absolutely powerful and precise for such a hard song that I lost my mind every time I heard it.

- Make Our Days - this is like a sequel to Make My Days. He mentioned that this is a song where he wants everyone to become one by doing the same moves. It is pretty similar to Make My Days and I dont know how to explain it in writing lol. So lets wait until some videos of it actually come out xDD He also asked all the band members to do that with different style every time and it was so funny (I will write more about it but probably in a separate post)

- Piscium - Last song before the encore. He spoke about the meaning of it, about how he started his career as a net artist, how it was in the beginning where they didnt really know what to do but try different things and see how it works. And it has been a long way with both joys and sadness and now he realizes that its not him walking alone, and that everything he does has the people who support him being a part of it. Thats why its not about him anymore but about all of us. Thats why Make My Day becomes Make Our Days, and Piscium lyrics also say “You made me. I made you”.

It was a beautiful moment…

Before the funny part kicked in xDDD

If you follow Piko, you might have already known that he has a corner called Pikone jinsei soudan in his namahousou, in which he puts on an okama personality and gives people advices on their problems xDD The live this time also has a session like that.

- Tokyo Shinobizaki

The first song of the encore is Tokyo Shinobizaki, which is an ending he sang for a short anime recently. It is a slow, jazzy and mature song, the type you may find in some old bars I guess. In the small lives, Piko would wear his live tour T-shirt, walk out and sing it with a stand mic. And he kept swaying and sliding his hands up and down the stand mic xD He has such lovely hands that my eyes kept fixating on them through out the song @@ In the final, when the music started playing, everyone was waiting for Piko to come out as usual, but it was just a band playing a super long intro. The live house for the final has a smaller stage on the right side that looks like a small balcony. And when the intro finally ended, Piko walked out from there, wearing a long red dress (the same one he wore in luz’s event not too long ago). He looked so pretty in that dress that everyone could have mistaken him as a girl without knowing him before >w<.

After he sang Tokyo shinobizaki, the jinsei soudan session started. Every live he would pick 2 letters from the fans and read it out loud (in okama voice) and then gave advices to them. All the band members also helped him out (and they also spoke in funny voices lol). There are many interesting questions but I think I will write about them in a separate post. I will just mention a few moments here. In the Osaka live, one fan was asking about how to deal with a rebellious son. And Piko was like “hmm I dont know. Should I ask my own parents??” and then he looked to the back of the stage, raised his hand and shouted out “Mama~~”. Turned out his mom was also there and all the lights of the stage started pointing to her xDD she then said that she actually didnt have to deal with Piko’s rebellious phase cuz he was a super good kid and didnt have that phase at all xDD In the final, Piko randomly picked a guy from the audience and asked him if he has any questions. The guy didnt have any, but he said that he brought his daughter to the live to see Piko. And Piko, still wearing that dress, rephrases his words like “Oh, so papa likes me, and papa wants his daughter to like me too so he brought her here?” He then asked to see the daughter. We all expected like a little grown up girl but turned out she was a super tiny cute little girl xDDD and Piko was like “ok lets get married” lol

- Yoshiwara Lament: Normally Pikone only sang Tokyo Shinobizaki but in the final she sang this one too xDD

After the Pikone part, Piko got into the backstage and changed again.

When he was inside the big screen started playing and they played a part of Black Swan MV which is coming soon.

And they also announced on the screen a two-man live with Pokota on November 4th this year!

2nd encore:

- Thanatos

- Hypnos: As some of you might know, Thanatos is the god of death in Greek mythology. Hypnos is his twin brother. Hypnos is a god of sleep. Piko said that the tour is like a dream. And when this tour end, everyone will wake up from their dream, go back to their everyday life. Thanatos is his first CD ever released, but Hypnos is the future. He will keep moving forward and come back, being a stronger and newer Piko. He asked for a title call and wrapped up the live with that song.

After the live came the high touch. I did it 3 times. One time was in the first live in Nagoya. I didnt buy the CDs but one friend of mine was kind enough go give me one of her tickets. The high touch is super short. You touch hand with him and say one sentence or two and thats it. I kept thinking what to say in Nagoya and ended up telling him “I LOVE YOU” in English lol. Second time was in Fukuoka. I did’t plan to buy a CD that day but that was 3rd day of the 3-day-in-a-row lives that Piko performed in (Tour in Yokohama, Chan-gero Sonic, tour in Fukuoka). He sounded a little bit tired at the beginning in Fukuoka but he tried his best and still sounded wonderful till the end of the live. So I bought a CD to high touch and tell him how well he has done. I also asked him not to try too hard. And all the time he just gently smiled back and said Thank you. The fragrance left from his hands still linger on mine even after I left ;;

Another interesting event did happen to me and my friends in the final. After the live I went for dinner with a few Pikoots and on our way to the station, we were supposed to pass by the livehouse again. A taxi was running from behind us so we decided to stop and walked to the side to let it pass. Then that taxi stopped in front of the livehouse and turned out it was Piko’s taxi. So we saw him getting in the taxi so we waved at him and said good job. Of course we all freaked out after that, like not believing what just happened. It was a miracle, really xD

So that’s the end of my tour dream. I tried to keep this report short but you can see how long it has become. I feel like its still not half enough to write down everything I want to write but I hope it helps you understand how wonderful a live it was. There were a lot of cameramen during the final so I am secretly hoping there will be a DVD!

#piko #live tour #live report #pathfinder

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wiltin · 5 years

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Ugh im sorry in advance

Here's my total drama highschool fic that I wrote almost a year ago, in all its un-edited glory... disclaimer i havent even read all of it in months

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Gwen looked at the bulletin board hanging on the wall of her homeroom. Cheerleading, band, football, math team, yearbook, photography… Nothing interesting. School for the day was over, and not many people crowded around the bulletin as they had at lunch or before school. Of course, already signed up for cheerleading was Heather Culus, Lindsay Amber, and Izzy Loco. Everyone knew that Izzy never made cheerleading, but she always signed up. Under football, there were the usual names of Lightning Jefferson, Alejandro Burromuerto, and Justin Timber. However, there was a new name there. Owen had signed up for football? That was... odd.

“Heeeey, Gwen! Are you signing up for photography club this year? Ooh, maybe yearbook!” The grinning face of Sierra Stocks obstructed her view. It was hard to avoid her, especially when she knew everyone’s schedules by heart.

“Uh, no! Not this year, haha.”

“But it’s senior year? It’s now or never.”

“No, I’m just not very… Good at arranging pictures! Yeah, that's it, my skills are no match for yours, obviously.”

“Omg, how about photography? Didn’t you, like, take a bunch of pictures that won some contest or something? You should totally sign up for photography!”

“Nah, sorry, school clubs really just aren’t my scene, y’know?”

“That’s what my adorable little Cody says! It’s ridiculous. Anywho, see ya later.” Sierra hopped off.

A tile on the ceiling was moved, and out poked a head. “Is she gone?”

“Yeah, but how the hell did you get up there?” Cody came crashing to the floor, grinning.

“Owen helped me out, anyway, Gwen, if you’re free after school-”

“Sorry, I have to come to tryouts with the gang. We usually go for Owen’s guy-thirsting over Justin’s sake, but he actually signed up this time, so I’ll probably have to be there even longer.”

“Woah, Owen is trying out for football? I just hope it’s not like the time he tried out for cheerleading…” Owen had tried to be on the top of the pyramid. It didn’t last. Lindsay broke her leg.

“It won’t be, I think. At least he can’t crush as many people in one go. Probably.”

“But he can crush on as many people! Eh, eh?”

“Yeah, that’s not worth a laugh.”

“Sorry. Too bad Izzy can’t support him, what with her tryouts and all.”

“Yeah, too bad. Who knew such a psychopath was capable of having a crush?”

“Uh, Sierra ring a bell?”

“You called? Cody, my love, I am here!” Cody ran off, and straight into Noah.

“Do you mind, Allergy Boy?” Noah stooped down to pick up a paper that had been knocked out of his hand, but Sierra beat him to it.

“A love letter?”

“Give that back!” Noah’s face was red as he attempted to snatch the envelope back.

“Oooh, who’s it for? I gotta know for my blog-” Noah grabbed it in a fist, and nearly ripping it, he managed to get the envelope back.

“Bug off.” Noah walked away, the envelope still crumpled in his fist. Sierra still had a gleeful look on her face.

“This will be fun. I already ship it! I can’t wait to make a ship name.”

“Ship… Name?”

“It’s like a merging of name-”

“Did you actually see who the letter was addressed to?”

“Nope. OMG, I have to get to my locker. Bye, Codykins!” Sierra ran off, and Cody faced Gwen once more.

“Who do you think it was for, if it even was a love letter?” Cody asked.

“No idea. Maybe… Lindsay?” Gwen laughed, and Cody joined in.

“No way, she’s too dumb for him!” Cody exclaimed.

“Yeah… that’s the joke…?” Gwen stared at him. “Anyways, Noah never even talks about girls. For all we know, he’s gay, so we can’t rule guys out here.”

“Gay? Haha, I can’t see him as gay. He’s about as gay as you!”

“Cody?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m a lesbian.”

Earlier that day, at lunch, in the cafeteria- Owen was checking his phone. He opened up the school app and saw an anonymous message.

‘dont post this, dont tell anyone about it, just read this quickly.

i cant come off anon for this, but i just wanted you to know

I think im in love w/u’ (Help i cant write)

Owen’s eyes scanned the message, growing wider with every word.

“Yo! Ooh, you got a message, Big O? Can I read it?” Izzy looked over his shoulder. Owen quickly pressed delete.

“Izzy! It’s so great to see you! See, it was just, uh, spam mail! Yes, spam mail, that’s definitely it, not a love confession or anything!”

“Hey…” She squinted. “Can I have your pudding cup?”

“Oh-ho! Yeah, sure, Iz!” He mainly gave it to her to ease her suspicion, but his appetite had disappeared anyways. Surprising, knowing him.

“Anyways, Big O, I’m sorry I can’t come to your tryouts to support you, but y’know i’ve got one of my own.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s no big deal.” Owen laughed. “I understand, Iz. Cheerleading is important to you.”

“Oh, right, Owen, I almost forgot! I have to go.”

“Oh. Bye, Iz!”

After school, Noah read over the note again, one last time before he went to the football field to watch Owen try out.

‘I know you sent the message. I won’t tell him unless you pursue him.’

He truly was in trouble.

Gwen went to the football field to watch tryouts. Only a couple people sat in the stands. She walked over to where her friends sat.

“Hey, Gwen.” Zoey greeted.

“Hey, welcome!” DJ gave Gwen a high-five, for whatever reason he had for high-fiving someone for just showing up.

“Hi, Gwen!” Cody smiled.

“Hey, guys.” She sat down, and they were silent for a moment.

“Hey, Noah, you’re being awfully quiet. No ‘hey there goth girl, congrats on finally showing up’?”

“Hey there, goth girl, congrats on finally showing up.” Gwen smiled, gently punching his shoulder, and sat down on the bleachers, casting her eyes out to the field. She heard a yell behind her.

“OH COME ON! ACTUALLY PUT SOME EFFORT INTO IT!” Gwen looked behind her and saw Courtney, yelling at the top of her lungs.

“Could you keep it down, Courtney?” Gwen suggested.

Courtney grew sheepish and muttered something that sounded like ‘sorry,’ and Gwen returned her attention to the auditions, or at least pretending to, all while not noticing the blush on Courtney’s cheeks.

After a lot of things and stuff that had to do with football, none of which Gwen understood or paid much attention to, the tryouts were over with. Noah’s grip on his book subtly tightened as Owen ran over to the bleachers where his friends sat, a grin on his face.

“I feel like I did pretty good!” Owen was optimistic, and for all Gwen knew about football, he could have done the worst or the best job, and it all would look the same to her.

“Yeah, Owen, you did great! I’m sure you’ll make it.”

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... AND THATS where my bitch ass seventh grade self left off. In the middle of dialogue. I hate her

#td #tdi #tda #tdwt #tdroti #tdas #td gwen #td noah #td owen #it was gonna be gwourtney and nowen oof #td courtney #i guess?#td izzy #i hate izzy as an antagonist ughhh

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