#almost not even getting to a bus stop bc the goddamn place where i took the exam was in some hell hole

[murasakiyuzu]

my sincerest fuck you to the world cup

[twoidiotwriters1]

Déjà Vu (Or are we losing our minds?) II -Modern!Shirbert

A/N: Italics always mean it’s a dream. The dreams are my way to write every possible Au!Shirbert bc I can’t get enough of them bumping into each other and falling in love each time, hope it’s not too confusing! -Danny

Words: 1,326

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Chapter Two: Can I please get a coffee? (And your heart) 

"Oh, god..." Gilbert woke up abruptly, hearing Bash's chuckles above his head after throwing a cushion at him. "Please, just hit me unconscious already..."

"You had a great time last night," The man said gleefully, walking over to the living room's curtains and dragging them open.

Gilbert groaned louder, hiding his face completely under the cushion.

"Please..."

"So you stumbled through the house and gave up on the living room," He continued just as loudly. "Look at you, still wearing last night's clothes!"

"Are you here to mock me or are you going to make me a goddamn cup of coffee?"

He felt a sharp slap at the top of his head.

"Hey!" He sat up, feeling his brain yelling at him for making all those movements.

"Watch your damn mouth! There's two perfectly decent ladies in this house!"

"Sorry," He complained, head falling back and closing his eyes tightly. "Don't ever let me drink like this again."

Bash laughed again, ruffling his disheveled hair.

"I don't know, haven't met drunk Gilly yet, might like him more than sober Gilbert!"

Gilbert scoffed, slapping his hand away.

"Very funny."

"Tell ya what, Blythe," Bash rounded the couch. "Just this once– Because the Orchard's going great, and you've worked hard these months, I'll be a good brother and make you breakfast."

"I don't deserve you," He said sarcastically.

"You don't," Bash agreed. "Don't get used to it, I feel sorry for you and your poor liver, that's all."

Gilbert sighed, his body sinking and drifting back to sleep.

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"Oh my god, look at what Josie sent!"

Anne's eyes opened and looked at Diana with a disoriented expression.

"Wha– Who?" She looked down at the phone in front of her, blinking rapidly.

"Oh, sorry Anne," Diana grimaced. "I'm the worst, I don't allow you to sleep at all!"

"It's okay, I'll sleep once we're home," Anne smiled lazily.

"Home sweet home," Cole said sarcastically. "I can almost hear all the screams..."

"Yeah, yeah, we get it," Diana rolled her eyes. "Your siblings are young and loud– and you hate kids."

"I don't hate kids."

"You kinda do," Anne grinned. "I don't understand, your siblings are so adorable!"

"They're beasts!" Cole groaned. "Running around with their sticky fingers and squeaky voices..."

"They have their own charm, though," Diana smiled. "I remember how Minnie May used to run around the house in diapers, she was a doll!"

"If you guys love my siblings so much I'll pay you to babysit them throughout the holidays. I mean it."

The girls laughed.

"How about I invite you two to a sleepover next week?" Anne offered with a mischievous smile. "You get the snaks, Diana can get the wine and I'll put place and playlist."

"Yes!" Both friends replied.

"Christmas is sounding way better," Cole smirked.

"You're welcome," Anne grinned, leaning her head on his shoulder and yawning almost right away.

***

Gilbert was late for school.

His alarm had failed and now he was frantically running up the street in order to get to his class in time.

However, he stopped short in front of a establishment.

A coffee shop.

His stomach rumbled on queue, he tried to remember if he'd had breakfast before leaving the house, but his frantic preparations seemed to have distracted him from getting a proper meal. He walked into the shop to get a simple coffee and perhaps one of those big cookies these places usually had.

With zero time to waste, Gilbert stood up in front of the counter and started to ask for his order while looking for the exact change.

"One black coffee –no sugar, no milk– and one of those chocolate chip cookies, ple... please."

His voice faltered at the end, finding a pair of striking grey -or were they blue?- bright eyes.

The girl stood there, mirroring his expression until she realized he was now staring at her.

"Right!" She shook her head and turned away so fast Gilbert couldn't catch a glimpse of the name written on the tag of her apron. "One black coffee– and a cookie right away!"

She had astonishing red hair carefully braided, she was about a feet smaller than Gilbert.

"Ahem," Someone cleared their throat behind him and he jumped out of the line, clumsily sliding over to a corner. His eyes moved from the man to the girl who was pouring his coffe into a paper cup.

"Here," She left the cup in front of him with an easy smile.

Gilbert tried to read the tag again, but she was too fast, the girl turned away to grab a cookie and put it inside a small paper bag.

"I don't know how you drink that," She pointed over the shoulder to the drink on his hand. "It's too much caffeine for me– And bitter, which makes it worse."

Gilbert let out a shy laugh.

"Well, I need it if I want to focus during my lecture."

"Oh, student life, huh?" He heard her chuckle. "Yeah, can relate."

"You go to school near here?" He asked as casual as possible, desperately trying to find an excuse to know more about her.

"I..." She turned, her eyes losing focus for the briefest second. "I don't know, actually."

"That's okay," He replied, grabbing the paper bag she was holding out for him and thanking her with a small nod. "When I moved here for the first time all the streets were confusing, but you'll get used to it."

"You got to school here?"

Gilbert frowned. Where was he exactly?

He looked out the window, feeling oddly out of place, like he'd never seen those streets before.

"I'm studying to become a doctor," He knew it was a weird way to answer, but it was the clearest answer he could give.

"Oh, that's quite a big deal," The girl raised her eyebrows. "You're sure you don't want an extra coffee? I feel that you'll need it."

Gilbert laughed. The redhead took the next costumer's order and quickly put it on the counter for her coworker to see.

"No," He replied. "But there's something I'd love to have, if you're truly feeling generous, that is..." Gilbert said, careful with his words.

Her smiled grew.

My god, she was a goddess.

She opened her mouth to reply, but the girl working beside her interrupted their conversation.

"We don't have all day," The brunette hissed. "Get to work!"

Gilbert smiled apologetically.

"To be continued?" He offered.

"Maybe," She shrugged, showing the briefest smile.

Gilbert paid for his food and she put it in the register, taking the receipt and handing it to him.

"Enjoy your meal," She said.

He walked out of the shop feeling defeated, he didn't even know her name!

Just as he was reaching for his cookie, he looked down at the napkin next to it.

There was a phone number written with black pen. Next to it, a little message was messily scribbled.

'I'm free on Fridays ;) -A.'

***

"Breakfast is ready!"

He jumped out of the couch, landing on sideways on the rug.

"Ouch!" He hissed, head still pounding. "Can't you wake me up like a decent person?!"

"No!" He heard Bash yelling back. "You better hurry or I'll eat both plates!"

"Don't you dare touch my breakfast! And please tell me you have the kettle on!" He shouted, grumpily standing up and rubbing the tension out of his neck. "I having the weirdest craving for coffee..."

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"We're here!" Diana squirmed excitedly, waking Anne up for the thrid time that day. "We're home!"

"Avonlea," Cole sighed. "In all its glory."

They left the bus holding their suitcases and each other tightly, the cold winter wind mercilessly ruining their hair.

"I swear that if I catch a cold..." Cole started.

"Let's just walk to a warmer place," Diana suggested.

"You guys mind if we make a quick stop?" Anned asked, pulling them closer to the sidewalk. "I'm dying for a coffee."

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[dorkylittleweirdo]

things i remember from cult camp

so i was at this cult school for two years, so that means i went to cult camp twice. but they were at two different places and both of them Sucked

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so my first year

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the bus ride was SIX BLOODY HOURS LONG

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i met my now best friend on that bus ride bc she asked to sit next to me and i went 😒, we didn’t talk for three hours, i put on my anime sweatshirt, she knew the fucking anime, and we’ve been best bros since then

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out bus took a wrong turn and we got Lost for a hot minute but me and my Bro were unaware bc we were busy vibing

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so we had chapel as soon as we got there. they asked us to stand if we hadn’t accepted god into our hearts. i stood, as did my Bro and another girl from my soon to be group of friends. three of us standing. out of maybe 200 people who all looked repulsed by us. i started crying bc i thought i was gonna get kicked out of the school. someone i hung out with later told me he thought i was having a religious experience and i had a good laugh telling him that nah, i just thought i was gonna get expelled

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my Bro and i were in the same house and our last names put us in the same cabin so we bunked together

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one of the teachers got mad at me bc i wasn’t singing the worship songs

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so i was on the cross country team and the team wanted us to be The First sports team working out every morning for some reason. FIVE IN THE GODDAMN AM, we were outside iN THE COLD MOUNTAIN AREA, it’s like oNE DEGREE OUTSIDE, i’m in sHoRtS and a tAnKtOp, it’s so fUcking dark i needed a flashlight to even see two feet in front of me. AND EVERYONE ELSE WAS FUCKING LATE. i was waiting for deadass 10 minutes before anyone else showed up. i was cold, i was scared, i was standing there freezing my ass off, flashlight in hand. everyone came tho and we ran but holy fuck i mean i Could Not see the trail, i just followed the sound of everyone’s footsteps

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so it’s like a little past 7 in the morning by the time we’re done with practice, and chapel was at 8, so i was going back to my cabin to shower before taking an hour long nap in chapel. my junior year spanish teacher stopped me, pulls me aside, and real quiet “JC i can see your bra”. nO SHIT. i go “oh yeah this was fro cross country, i’m gonna shower and change now”, she goes “well you might wanna choose something else to practice in bc that’s not appropriate”. so me being a salty lil bitch, i tuck my arms into my tank top and pull off my sports bra, pop my arms back out, smile at her, and go on my way

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i bought ear plugs at the lil store they have bc chapel was way too loud

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almost got in trouble for bringing my “controversial” opinions to chapel

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everyone got so fucking mad bc they were giving out lil bottles of water and i was like “oh thank fuck i’m so thirsty” so i drank it. it was holy water

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and now my second year. arguably more fun bc i had a Solid friend group of sinners

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so the bus ride was only three hours to this place. my Bro and i sat next to each other and listened to bops and shared memes until we didn’t have service anymore

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we got put in the same cabin again. the dynamic duo

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my favorite memory is recreating the “welcome to bible study we’re all children of jesus” vine in our cabin after everyone left

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so my second favorite memory. they told us not to have food in our cabins bc there were bears around. my friends and i hid some food in bushes. we thought “well bears probably won’t come, but if we see some raccoons that would be lit”. well not only did we attract one bear, we attracted three

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there were so many frogs. we had so much fun catching them lmao

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we played cards against humanity outside every night. one time a teacher asked what we were playing and i panicked and blurted out “apples to apples” and she went on her way, so we started calling it apples to apples but better

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okay i talk so much shit about this camp but like. the night sky. that’s the main reason i went, just so i could see that. it’s so breathtakingly beautiful, like if it had been Not christian cult camp it would’ve been way cooler, like if i had done something like that with my summer camp. but something about it hits real different when you’re laying in the grass staring up at the sky with your fellow sinners at a camp where you’re forced to pray to a god you’ve never believed in. it’s so holy and sacrilege all at once

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a girl from my grade looked over to see me drawing Sinful Things the gays kissing and she’s like “tf you doing” and real sarcastic i go “tryna summon the devil, do you Mind” and she scoffs and goes “even if you could do that, we’re in church” i go “so” she goes “so the devil can’t be in church, it’s consecrated ground” and i look her dead in the eye and say “then how am i sitting here right now”

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my Bro and i slept in and we missed breakfast and we were doing things listening to music alone in our cabin bc phones aren’t allowed at cult camp so we had to do it in secret during lunch, so we were Starving by the time we had free time after afternoon chapel. the teachers literally wouldn’t let us go get our snacks from the snack room even tho they were ours. cons of being full of sin i guess. so there were cactus fruits growing around our cabin and i go “hey we can eat those, i know how to peel em and shit”. so we grabbed a few and went behind our cabin to eat them and i stg we ate that shit like we’d never eaten in our lives. so naturally we were covered in juice when we were done and we were like “okay let’s shower and change since it’s still free time” so we rolled back up into our cabin. the other girls are already there, changing and talking. they look at us and just go quiet. “what happened to you guys??” my Bro goes “don’t ask” then walks into the shower. they look at me, thinking we freshly murdered and ate someone or something. juice all over my face, my hands, my clothes. “don’t go behind the cabin”, and i go to the other shower

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they had a milkshake shop, so we went there every night. one of my other friends and i sang a lot. this was before i destroyed my throat and had to start over, so i was pretty decent at the time. it was a lot of fun. nights were filled with aching laughter, fries, and milkshakes

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a massive moth got into out cabin and since i’m the resident bug person, it was my job to catch it and put it outside. girls are screaming, my short ass is scrambling up the bunk beds trying to catch it, it was a mess

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the bus broke down on the way back so we took a field trip to walmart after going to the mall for snacks

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

FFT: all the guys want cheerleaders; jon moxley

Notes:

So... I think that arguably, my favorite universe/pairing to write is Jon Moxley and my OC Jane. Apparently so because I have like 5+ universes just for them and counting. I’m seriously tempted to definitely sit down and like... plan out an actual fic bc this is getting outrageous lmao. Anyway, here’s another thing. This is a teenage!jon and jane. So this is one of those inflexible / non changeable parts, btw.

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Summary:

Jon decides to surprise Jane by coming home just to take her to some stupid dance. And surprise her, he does. Fluffy af. I mean.. In Mox’s typical way of being fluffy.

Pairing:

Jon Moxley x OFC, Jane

Warnings:

Uhhh... fluffy surprises.

“Everything looks like shit on me. That’s it, I’m not going to this fucking dance.” Jane threw down the fourth dress and stared at herself in the mirror, shaking her head. She was only even going to this stupid thing because her grandmother was making a big deal about her going.

It wasn’t like she wanted to go. The guy she’d rather go to prom with was gone, he left town to go off and become some kind of famous wrestler or something. His own words.

As if on cue, the phone rang and Jane grabbed for it. Mox promised he’d call her the second he got where he was going. “Well, dickhead?”

“Hey to you too, Janey.” blue eyes darted around the bar and when the guys got too loud, Mox gave them all a silencing glare. It only got him teased by Callihan and Cole, but Mox ignored the two jackasses and turned away, busying himself by doodling on a napkin. “Ya find a dress?”

“I’m not goin to that stupid prom.”

“Janey, c’mon. Ya promised ya grandma.”

“I know, I know.. I just.. I don’t wanna. Besides, I look like shit in all the dresses she picked up for me to try. Besides, I asked that dumbass in my Bio class if he’d take me as a friend. Turns out he’s already goin with someone. Or I’m ugly as fuck and he’s just too polite to point it out. Or he’s lyin and…”  Janey trailed off, rolling onto her back on the bed and Mox sighed on the other end of the line.

“First of all, ya not ugly. Second, ya don’t have t’ go with somebody to go.” Mox calmly pointed out. He grabbed the beer Callihan bought over to him and took a long sip, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth as he finished. “Ya grandma just wants ya to have a good time. She’s tryin to cheer you up.”

… just tell her already, damn…

He was hell bent on not ruining the surprise though. He knew how much Jane really wanted to go to prom and thanks to peeking in her journal when he stopped by to see her before he left town, he knew exactly why she was digging her heels in about going.

Apparently, she only wanted to go with him. But she’d never admit it, she’d never admit a lot of things she wrote about him in her journal and those things… They were another huge reason he was out of Ohio and trying to make a name for himself. He wanted to be the best he could be, for her. He wanted to be able to give her everything he thought she deserved, despite knowing that she’d be fine with just being with him.

He wanted to give her so much more.

Jane eyed the phone and bit her lip. “ I don’t wanna go, okay? Why’s it so important I go, huh? It’s gonna be lame.”

“If you don’t go, ya gonna look back and regret it.”

“Or maybe I won’t, Mox.”

Mox took a deep breath, trying to keep from telling her exactly why he wanted her to go so badly. If she didn’t go, then he couldn’t show up in the stupid damned tuxedo. He couldn’t give her the necklace he’d bought for her.

… but if she doesn’t wanna go, maybe you could surprise her at home… take her out somewhere real nice… ya gonna have plenty of money, man… and the thought had him taking a deep breath.

“Maybe ya won’t. If ya don’t wanna go, don’t. I gotta ask ya somethin, okay?”

Jane raised a brow and rolled over onto her stomach, propping on her elbow. She tried to picture him, all sweaty and probably bloody, probably fresh from a fight.. She found herself wondering if he was wearing the sleeveless vest, or if he’d just fought in jeans tonight. She found herself wishing that she wasn’t stuck in stupid Ohio, doing what she promised him she’d do. She didn’t get why it was so important she stayed, she could’ve easily finished high school wherever he wound up. It would’ve been their big adventure, just like they always talked about. She could’ve gotten by on her photography and worked as a waitress too.

She just missed him.

She hadn’t seen him in over a month and she was afraid it was going to be like her parents all over again.. One day, she’d try to call their face to memory and realize she couldn’t anymore. The thought had her eyes stinging with tears and she wiped at her eyes, scowling about it.

She just didn’t want to forget him or lose him too and now that he was gone, despite him diligently keeping in touch, she was so afraid that very thing was going to happen.

“Ya there, Janey?”

“Yeah. I was just thinkin.. Ask away.” Jane sat up and took a deep breath or two. This happened, it was a fact of life. Sooner or later, she reminded herself, even the best of friends drifted away from each other. It sucked and it was sad, but it was true.

And she was most likely going to lose him before she ever got to tell him just how special he was to her and how much she loved him, faults and all.

“Ya trust me?”

“That’s a stupid fucking question, Mox. You know I trust you. Probably one hell of a lot more than I trust anyone else.” Jane answered quickly, wondering what made him ask that.

“I need ya to go to our place. Saturday.”

“But you were saying a minute ago you wanted me to go to the stupid fucking prom too.. What do you want me to do, Mox…” Jane trailed off and he chuckled. “You said ya didn’t wanna go to prom. So, I thought maybe if ya went somewhere you were comfortable instead, might make ya feel better.”

… it’s only gonna remind me you’re not here, but okay.. Jane almost said it aloud, but she didn’t dare. Instead, she agreed to go to their spot on Saturday night at 6. And given that her grandma had already given her a ‘free pass’ for the night, Jane decided that maybe she could just get ready like she planned to go to prom, go to their little spot down by the docks and change somewhere in a bathroom. Why Mox wanted her to go, she had no idea, but it certainly seemed urgent.

( SATURDAY NIGHT )

“Okay, grandma. I’m heading out.”

“Wait, I want to get a picture of you, sweetie.”

Jane tapped her foot against the floor but she smiled, nodded and let her grandmother get a picture of her. She felt guilty for not just telling the woman she wasn’t going to prom, but she was going to wander around the docks, she knew it wouldn’t matter but her grandma would worry the entire time, but she also knew that she might disappoint the older woman.

That was the last thing Jane wanted to ever do was to disappoint her grandma.

After her grandma got another picture or two and hugged her, Jane set out, walking quickly, cursing the stupid heels and the wind and the fact that the stupid dress didn’t have any sleeves at all and herself for not bringing a jacket.

She hadn’t even been able to grab a change of clothing, her grandmother had wanted to hover close, to reminisce about her own prom and how her grandpa saved her from the unwanted advances of some “uppity jock guy” that night. And Jane, well.. She’d had fun listening to the woman’s stories, and letting her grandma do something. They’d been talking and her grandmother admitted that it wasn’t so much wanting her to go to prom, but wanting her not to stop living just because that “sweet boy two doors down” was gone. Her grandmother had apparently been worried about her as of late, because she hadn’t been as bright or as happy as she had been before Mox left.

Jane stopped to lean against a factory and leaned down, taking off the stupid heels, glaring at them as she rubbed her foot.

It was almost 8 now and she was within sight of the docks.

Someone was standing there, their back facing her.

In a suit.

They weren’t so much standing there still as they were pacing a little. Jane almost just turned and left whoever it was to their pacing, but then, the pacing man turned to face her and when she saw him, she didn’t think or bother censoring herself, she just started to run right for him, flinging herself at him as soon as she reached him. Mox wrapped his arms around her, easily lifting her off her bare feet, breathing in the scent of her shampoo because God knew he’d missed it the entire time he’d been away.

“Mox? Is this why you kept tryin to make me go to prom?”

All Mox could do was shrug and stare at her. “Fuck..”

“What’s wrong?” Jane cocked her head to the side, looking up at her friend. Mox blurted it out before he could stop himself.

“Always thought ya were beautiful but goddamn..” he mumbled quietly, rubbing the back of his head as he stared down at her.

Jane almost laughed, thinking he was just kidding her, but the look in his eyes stopped her in her tracks. He dug around in the pockets of the stupid suit, swearing, almost panicking when he thought he might have left the box with the necklace inside on the bus he’d gotten off of earlier, but finally, he found it and pulled it out.

“I got ya somethin.”

“Jon…”

“Shh.. There’s somethin I been wanting to say. If I don’t say it now, I won’t.” Mox was doing it again, the pacing and mumbling thing he tended to do when angry or nervous. Jane reached out, stepping in front of him and stopping him where he stood. “Say it then, Mox. You know you can tell me anything.”

“I love ya. I love ya so goddamn much and goin away, it wasn’t cos I wanted t’ leave ya, ya gotta know that. It was cos one day, I wanted to… I bought ya this. I saw it and I remembered how upset ya were when ya lost the one like it ya mom gave ya.” he held out the box and Jane opened it, staring at the rose gold heart shaped locket that was almost identical to the one her mom always wore when she was alive. She wiped at her eyes and for a second, his face fell.

Why was she about to cry?

“I fucked up.”

“No, no. No. This is.. It’s perfect and it’s beautiful and I..”

Words were failing her at the moment, so she rose to tiptoe, tugging at the tie that he hadn’t even tied right, pulling his mouth down to her own, pulling him into as deep a kiss as she could. Mox deepened it even more, gripping at her lower back, holding her up as best as he could.

“Ya what?”

“I love you too. I always have.”

“I was gonna take ya to that one real fancy restaurant.. If ya hungry?” Mox broke the kiss to ask and Jane gave a soft laugh, nodding.

[tampon-on-the-sidewalk]

New York Recap

I am really sick so this’ll be short sweet and simple(enough) very long and under a cut

My travel anxiety SUCKED on my way to New York and I got there 20 minutes late but all it took was one hug from my boyfriend to make it all better(I have not seen him in 9 months)

That night we went to the Japan Society art exhibit which was really really neat and about gender(though a few of the paintings were explicit). They had a little café/bar setup with a live band playing and it was just really really neat. Also, if I am remembering the painting description correctly, Geisha were originally all men

I think we ate at Applebees that night.

The following day we visited my old haunts- Nintendo Store(where he found a Legend of Zelda sheetmusic book and a Venusaur, and we looked at their collection of old consoles and watched a couple people try out the new games), Sunrise Mart(Four words- Chocolate Chip Melon Pan), Bookoff(Where I found all seven volumes of the anime Mythical Detective Loki Ragnarok and all were under 7 bucks except for one that was like 8, naturally I bought all seven and now have a show to binge.Also found some Morning Musume concert discs/Single Vs but couldn’t remember what I already had so I let them be. Talked myself out of buying a Tsunku album.), and Kinokuniya(Café Zaiya’s sakura mousse was absolutely fantastic and I FOUND BOTH MOMOCHI AND KARIN’S PHOTOBOOKS AND A C-UTE ONE TOO but they were like 40 bucks a pop and he had to do everything in his power to stop me from buying them though honestly I should’ve bought C-ute’s). We ate at the hotel restaurant I think, it was okay but I started getting a sore throat.

That same night, we ended up going to the Ripley’s Museum(whish was really fricken neat, I’ve been to the one in Atlantic City before but this one was quite different).

The next day and easily the best day of the trip we went to Mitsuwa Marketplace in Edgewater NJ for the first time since 2011ish. Started with the market itself and bough over 50 bucks of snacks and curry roux, then went to the café  for some curry and a Strawberry Crepe(is was so fricken good omg). We then moseyed on over to their Kinokuniya, got some chuckles at manga covers, read some Japanese childrens’ books, found a book about Maru.. And then went to eat again =w= I got a Ten-don zaru soba combo and he just nibbled on some pocky. After sitting for a while longer we checked out Little Japan USA(Used to be Mars toystore/traditional good store but they combined them) and my heart told me that in the one of three remaining Shippuden mystery boxes(which were like 15 bucks a pop) was the figurine I wanted so I chanced it and IT FUCKING WAS.

After that we walked a ways to check out a shopping plaza/the supermarket chain my love works for, took a stroll by the Hudson river, and then went back to Mitsuwa for one last quick snack of Taiyaki. At the bus stop we saw two people who also came from Mitsuwa and they were talking about Kpop so I was keeping to myself but then somehow we started talking and I said I was more into J-idols and it turned out one was a fan for like 10+ years now and actually went on a 30day concert streak just to see H!P concerts and they’re like a legend in my eyes now and we talked for the entire ride back to Port Authority and it was so cool. We walked back to the hotel fully content. We found a ramen chain close to the hotel that we were familiar with from our Philly trips and it was really really good, plus they were playing oldies music and SHARAMQ’S SINGLE BED CAME ON AND I GOT SO GIDDY I DROPPED MY PHONE

And then the day of the concert.

My cold started hitting hard so we went back to Sunrise mart, mainly for lunch/Choco chip melon pan but also so I could grab some facemasks. We walked Central park for a couple hours and rode the carousel and had a grand old time while I got the worst looks from white people for wearing a mask. Then we went to the Turnstyle underground market just to look, went into Lush so I could show him all the neat things, asked about the different flavoured toothy tabs and she was like ‘I can give you a couple of this one to try back home’ and I was like ok cool AND SHE GAVE ME LIKE 20

Then we get to the venue and after a long while in line and our bladders almost exploding we get in and get like the best possible view of the stage(it was standing room and as y’all might know I am one tiny guy) and the first band was really great, Gothic Knights, they were NY based and one of few lesser-known openers that were really really good and the singer was goddamn gorgeous

Then Hammerfall came out. They were great. The mosh pit behind us? Not so much. We had to move because my boyfriend kept getting bumped into and I was pissed because he was getting annoyed so the only place we could really go was behind a support beam which was conveniently also right under an air vent. By this point I’m starting to cough super duper hard and was so close to just saying ‘lets go back to the hotel’ But no. I traveled 9 hours from Florida to NY just to see these guys. We hit up Gothic Knights’ merch booth(The lead singer was right next to me and a. he couldn’t see me smile bc facemask so he just saw my sick-and-dead eyes and b. by the time I realized he was there it was too late to tell him how amazing he was), got a T-shirt and an album and I think my sweetheart helped me pay for it

By the time Delain got on stage I was like 100%done so we sat on the stairs until the staff yelled at us and then we stood on the stairs. I could barely hear, charlotte was off her game, and it was just such a disappointment. But I am pretty sure that Merel looked right at me and smiled which made my night

Hit up the main merch booth and spent far too much- Signed Hammerfall CD, Delain Moonbathers T-shirt, and a button set. We grabbed a quick snack for my boyfriend on the way back to the hotel but I was just far too sick. Think I fell asleep as soon as we got back.

He left the following afternoon and then I went to karaoke despite being very sick and entirely croaky. You should’ve heard me try to hit the notes in Shall we Love. Got to sing with one of my close friends for 2 hours and catch up briefly before I walked back towards the hotel. It was downpouring and I still didn’t eat that day so I went back to Terakawa for some ramen and heard even more oldies jams(Diamonds by PrincessPrincess, a Finger Five song, and hilariously enough the folk song Kasa Ga Nai aka Without an Umbrella). Took a nice bath and got ready for the next day’s departure.

It started out okay honestly. Watched some TV, mailed myself my snacks, ate a great breakfast at the Cosmic Diner(the food got to me within like 2 minutes of ordering) and then left an hour early for the Subway. Glad I did too, because if I took the 1230 and had all the delays that happened on the 1130, I would’ve missed my flight. The subway took like 40 minutes longer than it should have. But anyway, get on the flight, smooth sailing so to speak, but due to overhead compartments being full before I had gotten on I needed to check my carry-on.

So I’m waiting at baggage claim. The conveyor belt gets stuck. We get stuck there for like 30 minutes while they try to fix the jam. in that time I get a call saying my 8pm shuttle(which I got so I could have time to eat beforehand, my flight landed at 540) was cancelled. Started sobbing uncontrollably and my immune system failed yet again so I was feeling even sicker because of it, and still haven’t gotten my bag yet so I was scared I’d miss this shuttle bus too and be stranded. Then another person from the company calls and informs me that no, the 8pm was NOT cancelled and I can still take it. By this time it’s almost 7p and I’m sobbing to them on the phone and I go to get something to eat but I’ve lost my appetite and am feeling far too ill. I grab something small from a restaurant, head over to the lush in the airport and buy myself 2 bathbombs, a bubble bar and toothy tabs, and go to wait for my shuttle. It shows up about ten minutes early and  everything goes smoothly. I ended up calling out of work for today because as the ride progressed I was getting progressively worse.

Got home, got bombarded by my cat who was extremely upset with me, took a nice bath and went straight to sleep.

Now after spending over an hour to type this up I’m going the fuck back to bed. Goodnight everyone and thank you for reading.