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measurelessdreamer · 4 years ago

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Start And Never Stop II geralt x jaskier

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28620474

For my dear friend and sister I chose @darknessyuu who is always there for me and keeps me sane <333333

Summary: Sometimes there are days when you bind yourself to someone else by Destiny even if you never believed in it. Sometimes there are days when you shout and push away that one person who deserves it the least. And sometimes there are days when you piss off a particularly skilled fae and end up being thrown into the future. Geralt of Rivia has indeed seen it all and fewer things could still surprise him. That is until he wakes up in Beauclair of all places in a bed that strangely feels like his, with a vineyard everyone keeps acting like is his and wedding preparations that Jaskier insists he gives his opinion on for reasons that make Geralt's head hurt and heart shatter at the implications of this whole mess. It shouldn't be like this and no matter how hard he tries he can't figure out why, after everything, it still is.

Additional tags: Time Travel, Post-Episode:S01E06 Rare Species, Fix-it, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Corvo Bianco

Based on this amazing superbat fic

Geralt woke up with a start, head pounding hard. This was definitely the last time he'd taken up a contract that the people refused to give him enough clues on to actually determine what he was facing. Just his damn luck that it had to be a fae, kidnapping people, out of all possible threats he'd learned to recognize. Even better, it was a fae powerful enough to send him only gods knew where before he could reach for any of his swords although he was fully aware that would do nothing to help.

But he supposed he should count himself lucky. He was still alive and still him after all.

His eyes flew over his surroundings. Walls decorated with paintings and trophies, a bed that was undoubtedly the most comfortable thing he'd ever slept on, all of it was pointing toward the bizarre scenario that whoever owned this place had far more money than to just get by. He definitely was no longer in the village where he'd gotten that contract, then. Judging by the sun shining brightly through the windows, he wasn't even in fucking Temeria.

And yet... somehow it didn't exactly seem like he was out of place. It was hard to explain, but after so many decades venturing the Path, never really staying in one place for long, he knew what it was like to feel like a foreigner like he didn't belong. Over the years, he'd learned to mute it, to fully ignore it because it was just everywhere he went. But it wasn't here. He had no idea where he was but still felt like he should know because the place meant something to him. It wasn't exactly home per se, but it came incredibly close to resembling one. Just like Kaer Morhen always would but different.

He let out a huge exhale. It seemed like the fae didn't just teleport him away, she also must have done something to his head.

A gentle knock on the door startled him and made him sit up. Huh. That was odd. Most people would usually opt to pound hard or never bother to do anything else besides barging their way in. This knocking was resolutely different from everything he’d known, though.

"Yes?" he let out on instinct anyway. He didn't know what exactly he'd expected, but a man dressed in colors so bright that would put even some of Jaskier's clothes to shame and with a look that was anything but spiteful and threatening to kick him out at this instant, was definitely not it.

"Are you alright, Sir? I know how you value your privacy, but I was just passing by and I couldn't help overhearing the noise. You were shouting in your sleep, I’m afraid," the man said with an accent Geralt would recognize anywhere. Toussaint? Was that where the vile fae had sent him? Possible, but that still didn't explain the weird vibe he got from the place and why this man he'd never met before was looking at him as if Geralt's presence didn't bother him at all.

"I'm fine," he retorted when he realized he was still supposed to give the man an answer and cursed under his breath, hoping he wouldn't have to address him by name anytime soon lest he wanted to make a total fool of himself. Had he lost some memories along the way? Was that why he couldn't remember what his surroundings meant to him? Or was this merely a dream?

"Did I-" he cleared his throat, trying to sort out the mess his mind was, but the man didn't look put off or annoyed, just attentive and with patience Geralt thought he'd never get to see on anyone's face again after becoming a witcher. It was baffling. "Did I hurt my head recently?"

The man frowned in thought. "Not to my knowledge, Sir. It's been a while since your last injury, but it was of mild nature and had absolutely nothing to do with your head. But you did express you were feeling particularly tired today and decided to rest for a bit, which is how we got here."

"Hm," Geralt said, suppressing a curse. He definitely didn't have any recollection of that or even the slightest bit of idea how much time must have passed ever since he'd met the fae. Months? Years? How much had he actually missed of his life?

"I think I need some air," he pretty much rasped, feeling weaker than ever when he realized that for all he knew Ciri could have grown up or even died already and he didn't remember. Had he and Jaskier ever managed to patch things up? Is he dead now too? They couldn't be, Geralt reasoned, but time was rarely merciful on witchers. Much less when a fae was involved.

"Of course, Sir, I shan't keep you," the man said and stepped away to let Geralt pass. When Geralt did so gingerly as if outside the room awaited him nothing but a lurking monster, of course, the man noticed right away. "Are you sure you're alright, Sir? Shall I call for Master Jaskier?"

And Geralt froze and let out a gasp as the words dawned on him, partly in relief because Jaskier was alive and he was here, and partly in frustration because while it answered a few questions, it did cause another load of them to pop up in his pounding head. But never mind that when he didn't have to contemplate on missing the last moments of Jaskier's life, on missing earning the forgiveness he in no way deserved but yearned for regardless. Jaskier was here, alive and well. Judging by the house the bard apparently owned, he was more than well. And while the thought of seeing him again terrified Geralt more than anything, he found himself incapable of saying no.

The man, it turned out, didn't actually have to do anything because just at that moment they both heard footsteps and Geralt was met with a pair of cornflower blue eyes that were cheerful and full of hope and never failed to see right through him.

"Oh, good, you're awake," Jaskier beamed before going very serious in an instant. "We're in a very dire situation, Geralt. Lives depend on it and I need your honest opinion." The bard came up to him and held out two small rolls of blue cloth that looked identical to Geralt and asked: "Which do you think is better suited for the wedding?"

If Geralt had been of a weaker nature, he might have collapsed right then and there. But sometimes being a witcher did have its merit. At least in some areas anyway. "Aren't they the same?"

Jaskier gasped and pressed one of the rolls against his chest in indignation in such a him way that Geralt couldn't help but smile. "How dare you, witcher? All this talk about your superior senses and then you say these two completely different shades of blue are the same? Can you even see anything?" The tone in his voice was teasing and Geralt basked in hearing it again after months spent contemplating about the mountain and all he'd said, shouted, and wished so desperately he could take back. Jaskier's eyes now shone brightly with affection and happiness, nothing like the raw hurt he'd left in them when his own heart had been roaring under the weight of everything he'd regretted the most. Could it be that he'd managed to make it go away with time? Or was this merely a dream?

"You see what I have to put up with, Barnabas-Basil?" Jaskier asked the man but his smile was still playful as he rolled his eyes. "Maybe you could help us with this."

The man, Barnabas-Basil Geralt remarked for himself, offered a look of total understanding as if he too was wondering from which tree Geralt had managed to fall this time before he replied: "As much as it would please me to help, I'm afraid I might be running short on expertise when it comes to something as intimate and important as someone's wedding."

Jaskier accepted that without any hard feelings and thanked the man anyway before Barnabas-Basil excused himself to go tend to his duties. Jaskier looked deep in thought as his eyes roamed over the fabric in his hands before he gazed back at Geralt. "I know what you're going to say. Go ask Regis. He's already in charge of the wine and helped out in many different ways already, he surely has an answer to this too. And you might be right, but call me old-fashioned, I do actually agree with Barnabas-Basil on this. Other people are just running short on expertise. It's your wedding and your opinion I care about."

Geralt was absentmindedly wondering who the fuck Regis was, when all of a sudden he blurted out: "My wedding?!"

And Jaskier, honest to gods, actually laughed and beamed, completely oblivious that Geralt was quite possibly losing his mind. "I'm sorry, I know I keep saying this, but it's just less surreal telling it’s 'your' wedding. But you're right, it's not just yours. It's ours."

Geralt had only a split second of reminiscing how soft the last word sounded coming from Jaskier's mouth before the bard took a step right into his personal space and placed a chaste kiss on his lips as if it was the most trivial thing and not one of Geralt's deepest desires he'd never managed to believe would actually come true one day. But it happened and it was taking everything in him not to touch his lips as if that would make the sensation stay and engrave it in him for good. What had that damn fae done to him? What had she done to Jaskier? Brainwashed him into thinking that this was what he wanted when it couldn't possibly be further from it?

"Geralt," Jaskier said, frowning and reaching for Geralt's arm, "what's wrong?"

Geralt didn't flinch at the contact, but it was a very close thing and took away all the strength he got left to be able to look this man he'd hurt so much in the eye. "I- I just need some air."

He hurried out of the house, ignoring everyone he passed by even though they were smiling at him, calling him Master Witcher of all things as if the whole situation he was in couldn't get any more ludicrous and stopping only once he reached a tree on a hill overlooking the villa. He sat down, back leaning on the huge trunk and arms left dangling over his knees, and stared aimlessly ahead willing himself to wake up if this was a dream and to get ahold of himself if it wasn't. He'd never seen anything like this, never been fooled to this extent. Could it still be an illusion if his medallion wasn't even humming? On what ground was he supposed to reverse what the fae had done? Was there even a way to reverse it?

"Hey," he heard Jaskier's voice and forced his eyes to focus on the man sitting down on the grass before him and setting the two rolls of blue cloth aside before his eyes went back to Geralt. "This is going to sound weird and insane, but it's not like I made it up so I ask you to bear with me and take my word for it. Because if you don't, no one will. You said something similar to me a while back when we were at the same spot we're right now. But then again, you don't remember that... do you?"

"No," Geralt murmured so wistfully he almost winced.

Jaskier offered a sympathetic smile. "And what's the last thing you remember?"

"Running into a fae somewhere in northern Temeria."

"When was that?"

"In spring."

"And the year?"

"1264," Geralt replied and watched Jaskier gape at him as if he'd just grown a second head. "What?"

"It's the 12th of June. 1275. Your last memories are from eleven years ago."

This time, it was Geralt who openly gaped. Eleven years left out completely blank. Erased. Gone. How...

"Seems like you're one of the few who got to experience traveling through time," Jaskier finished and Geralt stopped breathing at once.

"That's-"

"Bizarre, I know. Believe me, I thought the same thing when you told me."

"I told you?" Geralt asked as if that was the most insane part about the whole thing.

"The future you did. Obviously not in many words because you avoid details like the plague, but you did explain the basics. I may not have known which year you got sucked out of, but I do know this is not permanent. You'll get back to your time before this day ends and it'll be like you never left."

Except he had left, gotten a glimpse of his own future, and discovered what it felt like to be kissed by Jaskier. All that being a result of those eleven years that would be waiting for him once he got back. And as much as it did put his mind at ease that his stay here wasn't permanent, it also reminded him how many things had gone wrong and how many more could still follow. There was no way this was set in stone. And he could ask so many questions, hope that at least half of them got answered, about Ciri, Yennefer, Eskel, Lambert, Vesemir, why they were in fucking Beauclair of all places, but then he looked at Jaskier and was once again reminded of how everything his actions on the mountain and before had left on Jaskier seemed like it wasn't even there anymore when he knew Jaskier remembered. Geralt had fucked up hard, had been given shit about it continuously by everyone who knew, but none of that had ever come close to actually seeing Jaskier walk away and all the remnants of the dangerous hope he'd been harboring despite knowing better crushing down on him once he'd come back from the mountaintop and found Roach alone with Jaskier and his things long gone.

But now they were here, eleven years later, Jaskier looking at him as if he had nowhere else to be even though Geralt wasn't the one Jaskier had forgiven and found it possible to fall in love with. Instead, he was the one who had sent the bard away. In the harshest way, there was.

Which was why when the next time his mouth opened, the only thing that came out was: "You're here."

"Of course, I'm here," Jaskier said and scowled before his eyes momentarily widened. "Wait. When was the last time you remember seeing me?"

"The mountain."

Jaskier blinked and his whole face turned red. "The mountain? For fuck's sake, Geralt, the last thing you remember of me is that and you still let me kiss you?"

"Not like I knew that was about to happen."

"No, I suppose you wouldn't. Gods, I wish the future you would've given me some kind of heads-up so I would actually know how to deal with this. But the horse's arse said no. Leave it to me to make a total fool of myself by kissing the man who wants to have nothing to do with me."

"That's not true," Geralt emphasized. "It’s not how I feel."

"I know that now. It took some time, but... wait. You telling me about this whole mess means that you will remember what happens here, which... You absolute delinquent fool. I can't believe you made me wait for so long before you let me experience for myself what it was like to kiss you while you already knew! You're so lucky most of the wedding preparations are already sorted and paid for or we would be having a completely different conversation right now."

Geralt sighed. Lucky didn't even begin to cover it. All this talk about the future him, weddings, and kissing didn't sound like the world he'd gotten used to through all the hardships that had come with it. It sounded like one of those fairytales he'd stopped believing in the moment he'd realized he would never see his mother again. Where was he supposed to fit in all that?

"You don't believe..." Jaskier trailed off and waved with his hands around, "all of this is real. I know it's a lot to take in. Especially since... here you are, probably still in love with Yennefer, and looking right into your future and seeing... me instead."

"Yennefer has nothing to do with this," Geralt cut him off, not even surprised that most of what usually held him back from speaking his mind had no power here where there was no such thing as consequences since none of this had happened yet. Jaskier could read him perfectly regardless and if this was a way how to give him the truth he rightly deserved after so many rounds of lies littered with indifference, then Geralt was going to give it to him.

"You're saying... that you don't love her like that anymore?" When Geralt nodded, Jaskier let out a soft chuckle. "I guess that makes sense. Even after over three decades, you can still find ways to surprise me."

"The last time I saw you, I hurt you and forced you to leave. So none of this makes any sense to me."

"Knowing you it will take those eleven years for all of it to make sense. But it will take much less for me to forgive you."

Geralt swallowed and looked away. "How?"

"Since when am I someone who gives away the ending before its due time?"

"This isn't one of your tales you sing for money, Jaskier."

"You're right. It's so much more than that because it's our tale that my heart sings for me. It's the most special tale of all and it's worth to see it through to the very end, Geralt."

"I don't even know where to look for you," Geralt said, voice wavering. "Can't you-"

"Give you a hint?" Jaskier asked and sighed. "Believe me, it's taking everything within me not to tell you exactly where I am in your time so you could come and sweep me off my feet because, in spite of everything, that is what I still want you to do. But that's not how it works, Geralt. It works in ballads and tales because they're meant to give people hope, to make them see beyond reality. To imagine and dream. It's why I could never make them accurate the way you want me to. Because that would just defeat the purpose of them."

But Geralt didn't want accurate. Accurate meant realistic and realistic meant hurt. And he hated the irony more than anything. "And this is the tale you decided needed to be accurate?"

"In all its glory," Jaskier said and smiled. "Not all of it was perfect, but looking back at it now, I know it was right."

"What if I change something and prevent this future?"

"You won't."

"You can't know that."

"You're missing the point, witcher. Out of the two of us, I have the memories of how this happened. I'm the only one who knows that," Jaskier claimed and shifted so he was now sitting next to Geralt. "Give me your hand."

"Why?" Geralt asked but gave it anyway.

"So I can read your future to you and for once be able to say that I was right about everything," Jaskier scoffed as if that had been obvious right from the start before he grew serious again and locked their eyes, not wasting even a second to look at Geralt's hand and "read" from it and just holding it between his own. "You are going to find me. It will take a while, but you will. And when you do, just have patience with me and I promise I will have patience with you too."

"You shouldn't."

"And that's supposed to mean something because I'm the epitome of doing what others tell me to do?" Jaskier deadpanned but ended up giggling before swatting him. "Geralt! I'm telling you I am happy. With you. Why are you trying to ruin that?"

"Because I know you also hardly ever do what's good for you."

"True, but this is different. And I'll keep saying it until you believe me. Reaching this point won't be easy for you, but it's worth it. It really is. And you deserve it, Geralt. As for my forgiveness, you just have to start. And never stop."

Geralt didn't need any clarification on what exactly that entailed. In his own heart, he knew where he had done completely wrong by Jaskier, and even if despite all this Jaskier was telling him he wouldn't earn forgiveness in the end, it didn't mean he shouldn't try. Not because this was the future he wanted to have, but simply because he owed so much to the one person who had refused to leave him alone until he himself had given them no other choice. It could never be repaid, but starting and never stopping sounded like he would be on the right track and even if that track turned out to be never-ending, he wouldn't mind one bit.

"This is the part where you say something," Jaskier said, still looking right into his eyes. "Preferably not those grunts that sometimes can barely be called human, but as you know, I'm not particularly picky."

And because Geralt wasn't the epitome of doing what others told him to do either, he leaned in and kissed the bard instead. Jaskier let him and reciprocated just as enthusiastically as he did everything else, carrying it out for as long as their lungs could take, and even when their lips parted, the two of them barely moved, leaving their foreheads pressed against each other in embrace Geralt didn't wish to see end.

"I take it that was meant to be a yes," Jaskier broke the silence with a smile. "Starting and never stopping?"

"Something like that," Geralt agreed and mirrored the smile. Out of the corner of his right eye, he managed to spot the two rolls of blue cloth Jaskier had left behind and relished the irony that he now knew why they were indeed completely different. One was the color of Jaskier's eyes, while the other one was shamefully not.

"Cornflower blue," he said and smiled even wider when Jaskier just gaped at him. "For the wedding."

Jaskier narrowed his eyes in contemplation. "Bold of you to make that decision since we aren't practically engaged."

"You did ask me and I know he will say the same thing."

"That's fair. I wish you didn't have to wait eleven years to see the result, though."

“Hm,” Geralt dismissed, remembering eleven was only a number that normally wouldn’t count for much since time was a fleeting thing anyway. It would never stop just because he wanted it and his prolonged life wasn’t making that truth any easier. If anything, those eleven years would fly by just like the rest and make him feel even more yearning for something no magic or power could grant him. It was something he would always know, but the promise of those eleven years with Jaskier being part of it, of the most special tale of all playing right in front of his eyes, did bring a sense of closure he’d never sought but was glad beyond measure he had now. Those eleven years were yet to pass and even when they did, he would make sure they had countless more.

Nothing that odd when you were a witcher, but when you were a human, the same rules refused to apply. Or did they? "You haven't changed. Even after more than three decades, you still look the same."

"That’s… true," Jaskier admitted awkwardly. "It will be explained in due time too. As much to you as to me. So I’m afraid my lips are sealed."

"And I assume you won't tell me why Beauclair either?"

"It's not like I picked it. That's all on you, though you won't see me complaining. But don't worry, if two higher vampires who wear nothing but dark and gloomy clothes can be happy here, so can an old brooding witcher like you."

"Now that I think about it, I do see some of your hair going grey," Geralt teased and laughed when Jaskier swatted him in retribution. Even if he was meant to disappear from this time right in that moment, there would be no regrets on his end. Jaskier was happy and Geralt could question it all he wanted, but there was no erasing that from his memory now that he'd seen it so openly.

They ended up kissing a few more times after that and when the sun was setting and shining on Jaskier in the angle that was just about right, Geralt admitted that living in Beauclair of all places did have its benefits.

Jaskier didn't stray from his side the whole time. Not even when Geralt asked him to sing something, the bard resolutely said it would have to be without the lute since he had no idea when Geralt was meant to return to his own time and Jaskier didn't wish to miss his last moments here. Geralt remained completely speechless after that, but Jaskier just smiled at him and begin to sing.

Somewhere along the way, when the light was dying out, Geralt felt his eyes closing and the last thing he remembered was the gentle squeeze of his right hand and softly whispered words that would serve as his anchor for the near future awaiting him.

"See you soon, dear heart."

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He wasn't surprised when he managed to find Jaskier only a few months later. Time had always been a relative concept when it came to the bard and "a while" could mean only a few days just as much as it could mean years. Jaskier was resolute on ignoring him the first few weeks, but Geralt vowed to leave only if Jaskier asked him to. No such thing happened even after a few rounds of shouting he rightfully deserved, though. Geralt started and never stopped. Just like he'd promised.

When it was time to return on the Path and Jaskier said he was coming with, Geralt used proper words to thank him.

That same year, Geralt asked him to come to Kaer Morhen with him for the winter. It took some time for it to truly sink in when the bard said yes.

They shared their first kiss in the library of all places since they were completely alone and the light of the candles illuminated Jaskier so perfectly that Geralt could no longer help it. It only took a few more minutes before Jaskier called him "dear heart" for the very first time. And when he received a handful of comments from both Lambert and Eskel about it the next day, it was with a warm smile that he rolled his eyes at them.

He found out Jaskier was part fae a year later when the bard ended up kidnapped by another fae that seemed far too familiar once Geralt got closer and saw her smirk at him.

"Still kidnapping people, I see," he said.

"Please, they're far too boring for me to stick with them. I stopped right after you."

"Then why did you kidnap him?"

"Because I happen to know he's not completely human."

Words weren't enough to describe how he felt after that even though he'd known Jaskier's mortality wouldn't be a problem for decades to come. Words were rarely enough most of the time, but he used them anyway. Especially, when he knew that Jaskier needed to hear them.

They still had moments of weaknesses when stress took over and they ended up fighting, but throughout it all, they stayed and figured it out. Together.

They headed to the coast to get away for a while and it worked just like Jaskier had said it would.

Geralt eventually lost count of how many times Jaskier made him a chaplet, but he never turned any of them down. Ciri caught up fairly quickly and always made one for Jaskier too so they would match.

It was Jaskier who proposed. If blurting out the idea right after performing for a wedding they happened to attend since it was in the village where they decided to spend the night could count as a proper proposal, that is. No Beauclair or Toussaint in sight, but that had never been a factor in this decision anyway. Geralt said yes in a heartbeat and completely ravished the bard the same night.

Even years after, there were still times Geralt would dream of being back on that mountain, but the place no longer haunted him like it used to. It was merely a reminder of something he wished never to repeat.

And it didn't. Because he'd started. And never stopped.

Those eleven years passed and more followed. The most special tale of all indeed turned out to be worth seeing it through to the very end.

-The End

A/N: I hope you enjoyed. Thank you so much for reading!

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theolddarkmachine · 4 years ago

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Imaginary - Chapter Eighteen

Midoriya Izuku’s life was turned upside by fate.

Eri’s life was turned upside down by circumstance.

And Bakugou Katsuki is about to learn that even imaginary friends need to grow up.

Chapter 18 of 19

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A/N: I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. Since posting the last chapter of this, I interviewed for a new job. Got that new job. Had to deal with all the fun stuff that comes with leaving your old job. And have been dealing with the huge change that came with starting a new job lol

So, it's been a bit of a trainwreck tryna figure out a schedule.Good news though, I went ahead and just knocked out the last chapter and epilogue since 1) I'm scared of making y'all wait hella long for the epilogue and 2) the epilogue was not long at all. which would honestly have made waiting suck lol

Anyway, WELCOME TO THE ENDING OF THIS FIC! THANK YOU ALL FOR COMING ON THIS RIDE WITH ME! <333333

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The park is beautiful, Izuku thinks, as he watches Eri skipping happily ahead of him holding a fuzzy stuffed fish haphazardly in one hand.

After making his grand declaration that they were going to go out, he had found himself a bit at odds with what exactly they were going to do out. Which was how they had found themselves parked in front of the aquarium before deciding to cap things off at the botanical garden.

Which is how he finds himself thinking about how beautiful the park is.

It truly is, and yet, he can’t help but feel like something is missing.

Like someone is missing.

And there it is. The aching void at the center of his chest, rearing its ugly head yet again to taunt him.

To remind him that while their little family was more than enough, he also could have had just a little something more. Had, in fact, had something more before it had slipped cruelly through his fingers right after the realization.

It made him feel selfish in his desire, which only made his chest ache worse.

“Daddy Izuku?” Eri’s voice is colored bright with her curiosity, pulling him back from his thoughts as he finds himself stopped several feet from his daughter. The same brightness colors her gaze as she looks up at him, her head cocked just to the side as if to further punctuate her questioning tone. Izuku gives his head a small shake to dislodge the feeling.

It doesn’t go anywhere, but it was worth a shot, he supposes.

“Yeah?” He asks, trying to bite back the defeat that threatens to turn his voice bitter as he looks down at her.

“You’re happy, right?” She asks. It’s an innocent enough question, filled with a childish naïveté that Izuku misses, and it hurts. It hurts because, well, that was the question, wasn’t it.

“Of course I am, Eri,” he answers immediately, because he is. In the beginning of it all, he hadn’t been sure he really could be. Had wondered if the decision he had made to become a single father to a young girl who had lost everything had been the right one, for either of them.

It had been though, that he was certain. Izuku wouldn’t change that decision for anything in the world.

And yet that acrid, burnt taste of his bitter selfish want was still tainting the edges of that happiness.

“Of course I am,” he repeats, voice softening as he knelt down to her height. Gently reaching out, he brushes his palms over her shoulders before softly squeezing her arms in what he hopes is reassurance.

“Why do you ask?”

Eri shifts her gaze down to the ground where she twists the toe of her bright pink Chucks into the grass.

“I just thought you might be missing Kacchan,” she says earnestly, her voice wobbling slightly at the admission. Izuku huffs a small sound of surprise, if only to mask the way he winces at the sudden flare of pain that dances along his sternum.

He releases his hold on her right arm to lightly tap her chin upward, lifting her gaze back up to him.

“I’m happy, Eri,” Izuku says before shifting his gaze back and forth around them as if to make sure no one was within earshot.

“But can I tell you a secret?” He continues, voice lowered conspiratorially. Eri’s eyes go wide at the question, her gaze shifting around them before she looks back at him and nods quickly. It takes everything in him to swallow down his laughter as he leans in closer.

“I do miss Kacchan,” he whispers. The confession leaves him easily, taking with it the most infinitesimal weight, and yet he already feels as if he can breathe easier.

“I guess I can do both,” Izuku continues as he ruffles her hair and pulls way. “But I’m more happy than anything. How could I not be when I have you?”

A comfortable quiet fills the space between them for the briefest of moments before Eri’s mouth twists upward into a wide smile.

“I’m happy too, because I have Daddy Izuku!” She exclaims as she launches herself at him and wraps her arms tight around his neck. Heat burns at his eyes as he wraps his own around her middle, holding her close. Another chunk of weight, larger this time, falls from his chest and is replaced by the full warmth of his love for Eri.

This is enough, he thinks as he squeezes her just a little tighter. It always will be.

“You’re squishing me, Daddy Izuku!” She laughs as she tries to tug backward out of his hold. It pushes another laugh from deep within his chest as he turns his head to blow a raspberry on her cheek.

“Alright, alright, I’ll let you go. I just have to give you as many hugs as I can before you don’t want them anymore,” Izuku says before ruffling her hair again.

Eri scoffs as she shakes her head, fixing him with a look of indignation.

“I won’t ever stop wanting hugs,” she huffed as if the very thought was preposterous.

“Okay, I’ll remember that when you’re in middle school,” Izuku says, more to himself than to Eri, as the young girl turns her attention back toward the direction they had originally been heading in.

“Can we go see the butterflies now?” She asks excitedly, any remaining ire falling away in the face of the fluttering insects.

Laughing quietly, Izuku just nods as he pushes himself upward to stand.

“Of course we can. Lead the way,” he gestures forward before pressing his hands deep into his pockets.

A high pitched sound of happiness tears from Eri as she turns around and starts skipping toward the glittering dome of glass situated on the other side of the park.

Standing there, he watches the way she bounds across the grass with the sun tangling itself in her hair. It radiates off her in the very same way as her happiness and he can’t help but smile.

At least, not until he notices that she’s headed straight on a crash course with a power unsuspecting bystander.

Stepping forward, Izuku opens his mouth to call to her, only to feel her name catch in his throat as he hears her cry out a name.

“Kacchan!”

Time seems to slow, almost stopping entirely as Izuku sees the man Eri was about to crash into turn around.

It’s him, he thinks as his mind clumsily trips over itself at the realization. It’s him, it’s him, it’s him.

Katsuki.

And he looks the same and yet wholly different as Izuku watches the way his face eases into something like pure joy as he looks down at Eri. From this distance, he can’t hear what Bakugou says, but he can see his mouth move as he speaks quickly to Eri. It’s as unassuming as anything, and yet something about the ease in which Bakugou has as he talks with her, as if he hadn’t disappeared on them for a month, breaks the spell that held Izuku frozen in his tracks.

Time falls back around him with the suddenness of a car crash as he pushes himself across the distant between himself and the pair, catching up just in time to hear Eri squeal as she jumps up to hug Bakugou.

An aching, burning anger lights his veins as he watches Bakugou return the hug, his face turned into Eri’s hair before pulling away and standing to look at him.

The seconds pass all too quickly and yet all too slow until Bakugou finally speaks.

“Hey, nerd,” he says slowly, unsure, and that’s all it takes to break down the only resistance between Izuku and his roiling, burning rage.

Stepping forward, he reaches out and grabs a fistful of Bakugou’s shirt.

He’s so fucking angry, but also so fucking happy. Painfully so, in fact, as he pulls Bakugou in close. Izuku’s teeth pull back from his teeth in a sharp snarl as he hisses, “what the fuck are you doing here?”

This close, he doesn’t miss the way Bakugou’s eye widen, leaving his own vision filled with their startling scarlet as he fixes Izuku with his silent, open wonder.

“No, you know what,” Izuku says harshly, cutting off any chance Bakugou may have had to answer. “I don’t care. Fuck you.”

The words push through his lips with a hissing contempt, each one biting into his own skin in the very way that he hopes they’re biting into Bakugou’s. Pausing to search the blonde’s stare for any hurt or shame, he bristles as he’s met with the same brazen awe.

As if he’s seeing something beautiful. As if he’s finally found what he’s been looking for.

That damned look sparks something bright and wanting within him, and it only pushes him further toward anger as he jerks Bakugou just that much closer.

“Actually, no. I do care. Because what the fuck, Katsuki? I said I-” Izuku stops, his next words falling away like ash and coating the back of his tongue with their dry taste.

Swallowing around the lump they’ve created, he pushes on, ignoring the way his voice wobbles around its edges.

“You just left. And then I have to find out that somehow, impossibly, you were Eri’s imaginary friend? And what? You thought we should just have to deal with that?”

“It was the job,” Bakugou finally says, and god, had Izuku’s memory not done his voice justice at all. It rolls over him, like thunder, cascading through him and cracking the hardened weight clinging to the center of his chest with the bright flare of hope at the past tense that he uses.

Pushing the optimistic feeling down, Izuku holds onto the vestiges of his anger as his knuckles ache with the tension in them.

“I don’t care what ever the fuck it was. A job, a game, whatever it was that wasn’t what it was to us.”

He pauses, breathing in, then breathing out before he continues, his voice lowered as he flicks his gaze down just long enough for his confession to drop between them.

“That wasn’t what it was to me.”

Glaring a hole into the center of Bakugou’s chest, he breathes again, counting each inhale and exhale before he slowly shifts his attention back up to the blonde’s face. Astonishment still colors Bakugou’s stare, his expression still schooled in a look of softened disbelief. It stays there, frozen, as if he isn’t sure what to say.

As if he can’t say anything at all.

“Tell Daddy Izuku what you told me!” Eri says, her voice shattering whatever spell had come over Izuku as all the sounds of the park around them come rushing back into his ears. His grip on Bakugou’s shirt loosens just slightly, but he doesn’t shift away from him.

He can’t.

“About how the brat after you was nowhere near as cool?” Bakugou asks, words nothing but hard, rough edges as he replies to Eri without shifting his attention from Izuku.

Giggling loudly, Eri softly kicks at Bakugou’s shoe.

“No, silly. The other part!”

Deflating slightly, Bakugou continues to hold Izuku’s stare.

“Oh, that part,” he says lowly. So low that Izuku suspects he would have missed it if he wasn’t so close. Gritting his teeth, he swears he hears his jaw creak.

“Spit it out, Bakugou,” Izuku pushes out.

The order earns him a quick, sharp tsk as Bakugou cuts his gaze down toward the ground between them.

“I was wondering if maybe I could stick around for awhile,” he mutters, his bangs falling across his eyes, shading most of his face as he keeps his stare turned downward. It does nothing to stop Izuku from catching the flush of pink that runs itself across his skin and over his ears.

His gasp punctuates the short quiet as Izuku pushes back every so slightly from him, but still not letting go of his shirt.

“Ya see, I’m a bit unemployed at the moment,” Bakugou continunes, “and a lot more visible.”

Shifting his attention again, Bakugou drags his stare behind Izuku’s shoulder, as if to stress that latter fact. Quickly, he raises his hand in a placating gesture toward what Izuku can only assume are some bystanders they’ve undoubtedly attracted.

That alone makes Izuku’s stomach roil.

Disbelief, and happiness, and anger, and exhausted content mix themselves at his core until they fizzle and crack like popping candy. He feels the way all the emotions creep up his chest and tickle the back of his throat as he tries to push back the burn at the edges of his eyes.

He’s so, so angry.

But god, is he so fucking happy too.

“Well, nerd?” Bakugou speaks up, the question colored with a hopefulness that seems foreign for him.

Rearing back slightly, Izuku watches the way Bakugou’s eyes widen as he snaps his head forward. It isn’t until the very last moment that he slows his momentum, softening the blow so that their foreheads tap together gently.

“You aren’t allowed to disappear anymore,” Izuku mumbles as he presses gently against him. The soft brush of Bakugou’s relived sigh tickles across the bridge of his nose.

“As long as you both want me, I won’t be going anywhere,” he assures with a low chuckle that Izuku feels vibrate through both of their chests. Dragging a slow breath through his nose, he can’t stop the high curl of his lips as he pushes up onto his toes to capture Bakugou’s own.

The kiss burns through him, colored by the sun that continues to dip down into the horizon. It fills him, and chases away the lingering ache just over his heart as he feels the way Bakugou presses closer into him.

It’s a good kiss, one filled with a honey colored promise.

“Daddy Izuku!” Eri cries, her sudden exclamation cutting quickly through their haze and finally pushing them apart.

“Stop hogging Kacchan!” She continues, mouth turned into a pout as she reaches a hand out to Bakugou. His laugh as barking as he steps back from Izuku’s hold.

“We’re going to see the butterflies! C’mon!” She says, stretching her hand out closer to Bakugou, impatience thrumming vibrantly through her small form as she waits for him to take it. Izuku doesn’t miss the way his gaze slides between him and Eri, or the way his lips twisted slightly upward at their edges in a small, secretive smile before he takes her hand.

“Alright, shortstack. Lead the way!” Bakugou says loudly, barely finishing his sentence before Eri takes off with him in tow. Her voice lingers behind them as she begins to fill him in on what he’s missed.

Watching as they move toward the butterfly enclosure, Izuku lets his mouth part around his own bright laughter before he follows behind them.

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#midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #bkdk #technically the last chapter! WOO! epilogue to follow in like 3.5 seconds lol

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gakupoid2m · 8 years ago

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Title: Sugar, spice and everything nice

word count: 1,026

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Kacchako

Request by anon: ohh can you write some kacchako married stuff ! like a pregnant ochaku and her husband katsuki dealing with all her mood swings kindly :) , i loved that story you had last wrote , i had never guess the reason hahah thank you so much

~Previous part~

Bakugo Katsuki did not know what to do when he came home to find out that a hurricane had been through it. Not a real one though, but one that was caused by none other than his wife.

Their bedroom was strewn with clothes (mostly hers). There were clothes under the chairs, the bed, on top of the dressing table and even over the ceiling fan which kind of scared him a little bit. Dresses lay on the floor either ripped at the sides or torn at the back. The only unscathed piece of clothing he could find was her hero costume that lay neatly folded on top of a pile of shirts in one corner of the room.

He placed the chocolate cake Ochako had ordered on the coffee table and went inside. He could hear muffled sobs and an occasional sniff coming from the bathroom.

Bakugo sighed. He had heard seniors at his hero company complain about how their wives got really emotional when they were pregnant and that when the hormones really kicked in, there was no way out.

He had been pretty happy to hear the news of her getting pregnant and was really excited about being a dad and all, but over the past month Ochako had been on an emotional rollercoaster. One minute she was laughing with him over a funny joke and the next she was breaking down in the bathroom because she thought she wouldn’t make a good mother.

“Ochako, are you in there?” He knocked at the door and turned the handle to see if it was open or not. From his minimal knowledge of how emotion worked, he guessed she was probably crying over the fact that her clothes didn’t fit her anymore which he didn’t exactly know how it was problem since there was always the option of maternity clothes. But then again he was kind of clueless about the whole “emotions” thing overall so he decided it must be a really deal.

The sobs stopped after awhile and Ochako opened the door of the bathroom to reveal herself. She was wearing one his shirts and her hair was tied back into ponytail. She was five months pregnant and her baby bump was pretty visible now.

The gravity manipulator half-hid behind the door and looked at him with puffy eyes and a red nose. Katsuki tried to open the door even more but she put all her strength into keeping him from doing so.

“Go away.” She completely got behind the door and started pushing it with her back.

“Why are you crying?” Katsuki backed off and stepped away. He sighed once again.

“This is all your fault!” Ochako shouted from the behind the door.

Katsuki was taken back at this sudden burst of anger and tried going near once again but she opened up the door and started throwing pieces of clothes at him, “None of my clothes fit me anymore! I’ve got bags under my eyes, my feet hurt all the time and I’m a fucking mess.” Uraraka picked one of her shirts that was lying on the floor and flung it towards him.

“What the actual fuck?” Katsuki took off the mint dress that had landed on his head and looked at her stupefied over what he had just heard her say.

Ochako clenched her fists and glared at him.

Katsuki gulped. He hadn’t seen her angry ever before in his life.

“Well of course you’re getting big, you’re pregnant!” Katsuki tried to clear his name oblivious of the big mistake he had just made. Ochako dropped the pair of shorts she was holding in her hand and looked at him with a shocked expression.

“Did you just call me fat?”

Tears formed in her eyes once again and she sniffed really hard in order to keep them from falling. Her face felt dry and the lump in her throat seemed to get bigger with each passing second.

“Shit. That’s not what I meant!” Katsuki mentally kicked himself in the nuts. He approached her and wiped one of the tears that had strayed down her cheek.

“Look, I’m sorry okay! Don’t cry….”

Ochako fell into his arms and started bawling her eyes out. She nuzzled her head into his chest and Katsuki could feel his shirt getting wet with tears.

Deciding that the best course of action was to get her out there, he picked her up and carried her outside. After laying her sofa, he got up to get her a glass of water but she grabbed onto him and shook her head aggressively to keep him from going.

Katsuki sat back down and patted her on her head. He took her hands off of his shirt and held them in his, “Okay, I won’t go but please stop crying for the love of god!” He said and looked up at her.

“Do you still think I’m pretty?” Ochako asked in a broken voice. Her question threw Katsuki off guard and he stared at her wondering what the fuck made her ask that.

“Of course I do, Idiot!”

“So, you still love me?” Ochako bobbed her head to one side and bit her lower lip.

Katsuki blinked a few times in surprise. This situation really seemed to be out of his capacity to handle. He messed his hair up and then looked over at her again.

“You seriously want me to answer that?”

Ochako nodded her head vigorously and muttered a yes.

“Again, Of course I do, idiot.” The expression on Ochako face changed and her frown eased up.

Katsuki rolled his eyes and pulled her in for a hug, “Listen here, I know I’m not good with words and I don’t say it that much but it doesn’t matter to me if you’re fat or wrinkly or if your feet are swollen or if you hair falls off. Okay, I’ll always love you.”

Ochako mumbled something into his chest which he couldn’t hear and pulled back. She looked up at him on verge of tears and hugged him again with all her might.

“Katsuki…” she blubbered and her eyes watered once again, “I love you too!”

Thank you for all the love the previous part received! <333333

#my hero academia #kacchako #uraraka ochako #katsuki bakugou #kacchako is love #kacchako is life #i hope you like it~#bnha #mha

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survivorgreatlakes-blog · 8 years ago

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Rites of Passage

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Christian - The first casualty of Flopdawa. You seemed like a nice dude, but apparently you were super crazy hellbent on strategy, and I don't know if that was just hyperbole, because I sure never saw you that way. Anyways, I told you we should try forming a majority, but you insisted we could hold off. Alas, that was wrong, and you were voted out 6-1. Oof

Matt - I never got a chance to know you so unfortunately there isn’t much that I can say.

Kyle - Never got to meet you, but im glad you played the role as first boot.

Christian - The other Bottomwa of Odawa with me. I knew it was either you or I, and for some reason, they chose you over me, which I'm grateful for lol. Sorry about the albino ratty Bulbasaur comment but I saw you changed it so that's good :x

Matt - We spoke a bit at the shore line and I was looking forward to getting to know you better when we got onto the same tribe. Unfortunately that day never came as you left this game too soon.

Kyle - Never met you either, sorry!

"I had a lot of fun in this game. I may not have made it far but, you got to admit that the first tribal was pretty iconic."

Christian - You were playing this game 90 miles an hour, and it wasn't shocking to see you run out of gas so quickly into it. You told people you were stringing me along apparently, so that was interesting to hear. Still think Luke should've just told me the real vote so he could've saved his idol for when he needed it but OH WELL!

Matt - Never had a chance to interact with you and by the way people talk about you that may have been to my advantage. I heard you were a crazy and controlling player and I think it would’ve been fun going against you.

Kyle - Never met you, but I heard you were hilarious and I loved your responses for tribal questions

Christian - We spoke like 3 times, and I'm pretty sure 2 of those times were after we realized we were slowly getting Pagong'd. I don't know why I chose to exile myself instead of waiting one more round like I should've, but hey it worked out I guess. You were a nice guy though, didn't deserve the fate of Odawa.

Matt - Aidan we never had the chance to interact in this game as Odawa was decimated but I wish you the best of luck.

Kyle - Never met you, but I heard you were nice.

“While I have no clue how I got on this season, I am so grateful I did. Coming into this season, I wanted to change all the mistakes I made in Bhutan and had set the bar high up for myself. Although I came up short, I realized so much more about myself and my capability to do things. I played the best I knew how by just being a positive force with loyalty and integrity. The only regret I have in this game is not lasting as long as I really could've! Even then, having to be blindsided so early is really a testament to how I wanted to change my game this season. I'm itching to return and set out what I really want to, but for now I am just grateful I got this experience because of all the awesome people I got to meet, so thanks! <3″

Stoner - Bhutan bros. Sorry I voted you out. Just like in Bhutan, you were a solid player and just too smart to keep around.

Christian - You taught me a very important lesson that I've held with me this entire game, which is to never reveal all of your cards. I trusted you, and if you were just a tad better at monkey pole dancing or whatever, you could be here instead of me. But alas, telling you my score at least showed me I needed to shut my mouth. Sorry about pinning literally every lie I said at Lake Redemption on you after I left :x

Matt - Your social game was so scary that I had to take you out early in this game. We had some good conversations and you are somebody I’d love to work with however when you were a part of an alliance and I wasn’t included I knew it had to be your time to go. It was a compliment to your game and how social you are as a person and I think you’ve got a good future ahead of you.

Kyle - I was so surprised you went home when I woke up lol. You had a great sense of humor! You played way too hard though and I think you were only casted because you were on Austin's season

“Honestly, I wanted to love Tumblr Survivor but I kind of learned quickly it wasn't for me. Some of y'all I loved and some of y'all are trash and you know who you are ❤ I don't regret anything in my game, except not voting for Roxy.”

Stoner - Sorry for advantaging you out. You were a pre-merge threat and i think it was a good move taking a threat like you out.

Christian - OKAY DANNY BOY, LET'S TALK ABOUT HOW YOU COULD'VE QUIT SO MUCH EARLIER, BUT YOU DIDN'T, AND AS A RESULT I WASTED MY DAY ANSWERING SIMPLE MATH QUESTIONS AND LIKE SHUCKS I DONATED 50K OF RICE BUT TURNS OUT THAT'S LIKE SHIT NOTHING IN AFRICA LAND. ANYWAYS THANKS FOR THE GOOD KARMA BUT UGHHH STILL SO MUCH MULTIPLICATION

Matt - Oh man, my buddy, my Connecticut friend, it was upsetting seeing you leave this game so early. You were a great player, a true physical and social threat, and somebody I had hoped to work with deep into this game. However, while you played the game well, your heart didn’t seem to be into it and that is a shame because I think you could have thrived had you returned from Redemption.

Kyle - Oh dan, you really were so obsessed with your boyfriend. Your boyfriend this, your boyfriend that. Well when you and your boyfriend break up in a couple of months you will regret dating him because EVERYONE noticed you constantly talking about your fucking boyfriend 24/7.

"http://prnt.sc/ehdeqx"

Stoner - We discussed teaming up but unfortunately you didn't make the merge. You know how I feel about you. Awesome person, amazing sense of humor.

Christian - Scott <333333 thank you so much for just forfeiting and I hope I made you proud for getting this far in the game like we all promised we'd try to do. Pop on that other site we have in common soon, I miss you :(

Matt - Despite being on the same tribe twice you barely spoke with me. You didn’t seem too invested into the game and it was the reason you left.

Kyle - You were inactive on wyandot and you got out because you were inactive on meskwaki.

“It was honestly so great playing with everyone in this game! My odds of improving my placement coming in were pretty much slim to none, but this season really taught me how to play my own best game, so i’m grateful for that. I’m so happy with how this season went and glad to have met some of the greatest friends I have in this community. Also shout out to Austin and Isaiah for being LIT AF hosts!”

Stoner - Big threat but we didn't talk a whole lot

Christian - Dana, Dana, Dana. I wanted to work with you SO BADLY. But I feel like you either never trusted me, or just never was able to fit me into your plans. Sucks that's the way it panned out, and you were robbed of jury. Wish you all the best in your new season and hope you kill it!

Matt - Oh man, the merge started off with such a hard vote and that really set the tone for the rest of the season. I really enjoyed talking to you when we merged together and I hope we can be friends after this game is over. I know the way you left was harsh and I apologize for that. You are a great player and I hope to watch you do well in future seasons.

Kyle - Oh dana. I actually did not want you gone but you were such an easy vote in replacement of myself. You're a really smart player, and you lied to me and sheeped Andreas which led to your downfall.

“I shouldve thrown redemption to dana T_T & Austin doesn’t think I’m robbed </3"

Stoner - I briefly explained to you what happened. We were an amazing duo for a short time. I'm honestly incredibly sorry. I genuinely 100% thought you voted me because Austin said to me "bodhi has not voted" made me think you already voted since he said nothing about you. That's the honest to god truth, I would not have voted you otherwise. You give off such a positive and humorous vibe. Amazing person and I'm glad we met.

Christian - Roxy mi amor, I did it girl. It took me FOREVER but I finally fulfilled the second of the two promises we made, and I'm just one round away from the first. I hope you're proud of me, and may we both never have to play the shitty nightmare hell that is Color Method ever again.

Matt - We were only on the same tribe for a brief while but I really enjoyed talking to you and was hoping we’d have a chance to work together in this game. You were a lot of fun to talk to and I wish we had a chance to talk more.

Kyle - Sooo funny. I'm gonna miss you a lot and I wish you returned over Christian but he's still good I guess. I wish we went on the same tribe for the 2nd swap lol.

“Coming into this game I didn't expect to make it very far and certainly did not expect to make many friends. However, my expectations changed and I had fun meeting certain people, though some maybe not.. I won't get into that now. I screwed up my own game and I did whatever I had to do to try and keep myself safe but unfortunately it wasn't enough. At least there was a time that everyone was scared of me right? There is no bad blood to those that voted me out, but I have a lot to say during FTC. I am proud of how I played and I am glad I made so many new friends!”

Stoner - You were misunderstood. You rubbed some people the wrong way. I think you were just determined to survive. People got irritated cause you didn't lay down and die. I've talked to you and know you're good people. Mad respect.

Christian - Eric we had an interesting relationship to say the least. I do fully blame you for my first boot, and in my Lake Redemption rage, promised to make your game a living hell if I returned. Needless to say, in probably some weird twist of fate, I actually ended up trusting you and trying to campaign for you to stay in that tie? Weird as fuck I know right? Anyways, sorry for driving you crazy with all the stuff I said, most of it I don't think was even true, I was just trying to have an #influence from Lake Redemption. Nice guy, just game made that difficult to see.

Matt - You were one of my first allies in this game and we had a bump here and there but in the end you proved to be a loyal person. In real life we are two very different people but in this game we were two allies and I wish I had been able to find a way to save you.

Kyle - Honestly, an icon. You talked to much which people got annoyed with, but I don't get annoyed by people being active in the game lol. We were enemies in the beginning, and in the end I voted and campaigned for you to stay over Andres, but you didn't.

“I really enjoyed my first season of tumblr survivor. I made it to merge, which I'm proud of, but still feel I went home for reasons other than my gameplay. Good luck to the rest of you.”

Stoner - I was on exile when you left so not sure what happened. I enjoyed our alliance and friendship. I think our three really clicked well and we had such bubbly personalities. Sucks it ended early.

Christian - You were really nice, but I was Mexico and you were Thailand, there was just nothing that was going to bring us together, and that's why I had to vote you out. Sorry :x

Matt - We were allies in this game but things don’t last forever, especially in this game. It was fun playing this game with you and you were hilarious in that music video we made.

Kyle - Adam, you played both sides. I don't support that gameplay. You were a huge threat because of your social connections, and you could have easily relied on staying in the middle to get you to the end. In the end, me and Andreas worked together to get you out because we were both tired of being the vote every round because of people like you. Sorry that was rude, but... you played a great game.

“This game was so amazing you guys <3. Even though i was truly robbed to the core, I'm still proud of how far i've come. I wish you 3 all the best! But at least i have a good redemption arc for another season!”

Stoner - I think I self voted this round. You're a nice Kid we just didn't click unfortunately. Sorry things didn't pan out

Christian - You legit only spoke to me like 10 minutes before the vote, and I figured that probably wasn't the best sign of us working together in the future. Figured Luke had the Super Idol, and out of the people to throw my vote at, you were the most logical.

Matt - It is crazy how wrong things can go so quickly in this game. We were allies and had each others’ backs even though we never really even voted together. Your singing in that music video was amazing and definitely was the reason we won that challenge. It was interesting to be able to talk to somebody so different than myself.

Kyle - I loved you as a person, and would have loved to contine working with you. However, it became obvious Luke had the super idol since Andreas did not, and there was a pland devised to flush the idol and send Luke's closest ally out, you. You were really hilarious though and you were just the victim of association.

“I’m normally humble but honestly I played one hell of a game this season, and I’m so proud. It wasn’t an easy season for me, but it was so much fun! Huge thanks to the hosts for an amazing season <3″

Stoner - The beast, legend, the Goliath. You were a pain in the ass to get out. I idoled you out because you scared me. You dominated RI and had to get idoled out again. Not sure if we could've got you a third time. Good luck in future TS ozzy/malcom/Joe

Christian - Oh my lord, one of the few people in this game I actually trusted. We were the Lake Redemption bros, and I wish things had worked out better for you. You didn't deserve to get idoled out again, and losing one round before coming back must've sucked. Great ranting to you throughout the game, and thanks for being a good friend and ally, even if I wasn't the best to have. :(

Matt - We were friends and enemies throughout this game, but at the end I was glad we were able to come together and work as allies. It was nice to be able to make you shook about my 100 theory and actually have somebody to talk with the show about. You were a beast in the challenges and the social game and definitely a worthy competitor.

Kyle - You were a great rival. Our friendship went back and forth, and I thought that was very exciting. I know that we had our disagreements about stuff I said, even though it was a joke and you take everything very seriously. I do think you are a nice person and deserving of making it so far in the game. You were a leader of an contingent who wanted me out for most of the game. So obviously that had to be stopped.

“I’m really glad to have been brought back to play THIS game. I’ve met so many amazing people, got to improve my placement, and say I’ve improved my game. I don’t think i expected to be told one thing and then find out at tribal council that wasn’t actually who was being voted out, but hey, thats the game I guess. My only solace is the fact that I literally had to take a nap to get out of this game. So who’s laughing now! …still you guys probably”

Stoner - I'm sorry I never connected with you. Everytime the opportunity was there, it felt awkward when we talked. I take blame and I'm sorry I didn't push things further. Though I think I was always ready to vote you simply because the lack of chemistry. Rather do that then play with your head. Sorry friend.

Christian - I really wanted to work with y'all, I really did. But even after y'all deduced that Chris and Matt knew each other, y'all still targeted me, and that really limited my options, if you had been online to vote, you most likely would've stayed in the 3-3-3 revote. Wish ya all the bests in your future games.

Kyle - You were very forgettable, it's true. We only really talked before voting rarely... even though we've been in the same group chat for 12 days or so. You could have played a better game and I wish you weren't afk during your last tribal lol.

“Coming into this game I didn't really know what to expect. I never thought I would make it as far as I did and I never thought I'd accomplish the things I did. Having 3 different idols (one of them being the super idol) and playing all 3 of them successfully definitely put a huge target on my back but I worked with what I had and I'm proud of myself. I've made some amazing friends, created deeper relationships with people I knew before and even got added to the 7th place chat (which is the most lit btw!). I can walk away from this game knowing I played one of the best games this season and that I could have won had things gone differently. Good luck y'all, you're gonna need it.”

Stoner - Massive fucking threat. I liked your straight forwardnesss but that ultimately made you a threat. You didn't beat around the Bush and took charge

Christian - I tried to warn ya bro. I told you Bodhi was going to vote for you, and that Stoner was a waste of a vote. I enjoyed getting to know you, just you seemed hellbent on getting me out, and that's not the most appealing of strategies to get someone to flip to your side, thanks for being the only one (I assume) to vote with me way back at the premerge though, really appreciate that.

Matt - Our relationship in this game has definitely been a roller coaster. I enjoyed our talks throughout the game, even when we were at odds. You were almost impossible to take out of this game and that’s a testament to how strong of a player you are.

Kyle - Luke! We were friends in the beginning but we became adversaries in the end. You got so lucky with all of your powers and idols, but those could be easily flushed with multiple split votes. You were a great schemer, but not good enough to convince people to be on your side.

"Well, in retrospect, this experience was absolutely fantastic. I loved getting to know everyone and I hope to stay in contact with many people after it's all over!!

Production: CUT!

Me: Phew, the charade is finally over. I hope that I never have to encounter some of these people again and I was truly scarred by the amount of kindness I had to pretend I had - didn't even know I had it in me to suppress my inner ugly for so long! Anyways, I loved this game, and Survivor in general, because I love simulating natural selection (not to say it was a perfect simulation....I mean, have you seen the final four?).

I hope I get the opportunity to play again because I enjoyed getting to feel superior to others, it was....(how can I phrase it).......orgasmic! =)”

Stoner - I fucking love you man lol. I'm beyond thrilled we got to meet and become allies. and better yet friends. You were such an amazing ally and I was just as blindsided as you when you got voted out. Thanks for being so loyal and just such a strong ally. You played a major role in me being here. Much love brother.

Christian - RIP. We were both victims of Bodhi's rock paranoia, and both tried to strike the other first to save each other. I had a trick up my sleeve though, which is why I stayed and you went, but I wish we both could've just stuck to our guns and not fallen for the play, but alas what can you do. Enjoyed getting to know ya, and wish we could've gone further, but that's just not the way it worked out.

Matt - Oh Crow. You are such a good social player that you had everyone pretty much convinced on wanting to keep you way longer than they should have in this game. Our personal relationship was so messy but interesting. You definitely made this game a whole lot more interesting.

Kyle - Crow. Wow. The first time I was actually shocked by a vote in this game. I was gasping for like 10 minutes. Even after tribal, I was so speechless at your blindside. You have to blame yourself however, you fell for Bodhi's trap lolol. You were definitely my closest ally outside of my final 4 alliance. You and I had such a great bond through out the game y'know. We were on every tribe together and that was cute. Thansk for being my ally... sorry you had to go.

“THE ONLY THING SEPARATING EUROPE AND ASIA IN THE WAY THAT WE THINK ABOUT CONTINENTS IS WHITE SUPREMACY AND EUROCENTRISM. I’m proud of how I played. I went in this game trying to play smarter than I've played in the past, and I was rewarded with 5th place and a wonderful experience. I'm truly grateful for my friendships with everyone else on the jury, and a few of the folks left in the game. I've had a great experience, and I'm excited to potentially return.”

Stoner - I thank you for saving my ass pre-merge. I genuinely wish we could have teamed up at merge, we just had different allies. We didn't have mutual allies/bonds and our games just did not line up. By the time it got near the end it was too late to switch up from the alliance. I applaud your game and you never fucking gave up lol. You were hard to get out and I'm glad you didn't give up. Ultimately I wasn't going to flip on the group and I hope you respect that. Much respect.

Christian - I think we had the strangest relationship I have ever seen in a game like this. We were the last of the Odawas, somehow managed to make it all the way intact, yet I don't think we ever actually intended to work with the other. We both wrote each other's name down multiple times, yet were bonded in the fact that we were Odawas. You got your way at the Final 17, so now in a nice twist of fate, I got to get my way at Final 5. Good dude and nice playing with ya.

Matt - Coming into this merge I didn’t know you and wanted you out. However, as we got deeper into the game I saw you as a strong ally and wanted I hated to see you leave. You are a great player and I’m really glad we got a chance to talk and do some crazy shit we didn’t have any business doing.

Kyle - Bodhi, we really got to talk in the final 5 1 on 1 really well. You understand this game inside and out, but I do question your game choices. You understand my game and your only downfall is that you were loyal to the wrong people at the wrong time. Congrats on your scheming and tricking 3 people into keeping you safe lolol.

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