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thepeonysbackup · 2 months

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I think Mindswap!Lucifer would be a good one (Seriously wouldn't mind if you made mindswaps for everyone, they genuinely are too good). I could imagine him really wanting to fuck while mindswapped but not going through with it became he wants to be respectful of you and your body, cut to later where he's telling you how to use his tongue as he finally can feel what won over both of Adams wives.

Oh, the way you won me over with this...

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who...

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader

Request: Yes/No

Word count: I don't feel like it :]

[[Okay this was way fucking longer then it needed to be, but wow, the thought festered into a wonderful dream and so here, have this!!!!]]

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who's magic trick backfires into a curse for a week. Who apologizes profusely to you from your own body, having to lightly cran your gaze up in order to see yourself.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who has to look down at you now, giddy excitement welling up from finally towering over a being for once as the almighty being he was. Who realizes in that moment that a woman was what he was towering things in, looking down at his feet in a defeat of sorts, or trying to look at his feet, he couldn't see them because of his.. your..(Hehe, bewbs)

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who actually embraces the various outfit choices he has now, who raids your closet for interesting textures and patterns with fascination at how many of them he can create. Who takes a neatly dressed night on the town with you as a means of apology for what happened.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who tosses and turns the first few evenings alone at the hotel. Uncomfortable goosebumps welling over his new sensitive skin that he rubs with the flats of his palms to warm up, resulting in a worse feeling too awful for him to even think of doing to you without such consent!

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who refuses to take off his underwear (even if its just a few strings) in the shower, who in his right mind can't imagine betraying your trust in such a way. (Who makes sure you don't miss out on your normal facial routine neither.)

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who longs for his presence while drying your body's hair suddenly. Whos eyes blink as a shivering warmth pools in his stomach as the thought of his eyes linger in his mind, his own eyes, eyes.. His face, smiling.. Not smiling, smirking. Who feels the warm direct itself differently as he wanders to the doorway of the bathroom to open the door and allow the steam to dissipate so he can think properly.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who gives in to his need of his presence on the final day, who slinked into his own quarters once everyone was asleep. Who slipped into his bed beside himself to cuddle, hand tracing over the night shirt he felt you chose for him.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who tugged at you, shook you even with a whine. Who woke you with a pained sounding tone as he called your name, “Come on your body's outta fucking control..” right into your ear. Who urges you to let him have this, just this once, or twice, fuck maybe he'd need three rounds.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who quaked under the touch of his fallen divinity, hand so strong in its gentle caress. Who kissed like you were his life source, as though your body craved no other being even if he wanted to. Who hands tore accidentally at the nightshirt his body was dressed in, unapologetic in his wake to reveal himself to your body's lecherous eyes.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who starts you both off slowly, watching as his body lays submissively beneath yours. Who surges with an energy beyond his own fathoming mind to take what he needs. A feeling easily shifted as his body erupts with a furious growl of rouse, flipping him over with a frightening ease onto his stomach.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer whos back is pressed down in a lovely feminine arch, legs spread as his curvaceous body's rear is positioned in the air, face pressed squirmishly into his own pillows after nearly several days in a pool of your own scent that you so audaciously claimed to be a bed. Whos teeth break the skin on his bottom lip from how hard hes biting it as you slither his tongue into your heat, curling up into the spongey bit right at the entrance.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who cries like a bitch in heat, sobbing into the sheets blissfully as he feels the depth in which his tongue is able to delve into your quivering heat after only a few pointers, a few simple blubbers of surprise even. Whos hands claw at his sheets with full force to tear himself away from this foreign coil rising in his stomach, making for hands to snake up and snag tightly at his wrists to pull him down and back towards you from underneath him. “Wait! Theres something-”

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who never felt an orgasm wrack through his body (any body) as hard as he felt this one, “C-cumming— M’cumming, m-m'cumming, m'cumming‐ Ohhhh, fuck!! FUCK!!” whos mind goes blank as he listens to your deprived slurps and animalistic groans of wanton desire into the pulsing lady lips of your sopping wet hole, who jolts from the overstimulation of his forked tongue swiping one long stripe from his clit to his tailbone, drawing a shriek as he could only clench around nothing. Now understanding to the fullest extent as to how good he really was with his tongue.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who happily lays flat on the bed upon his back, head hanging off at an angle with his mouth held wide open, looking up at himself with your big doe-like eyes as the tip of his cock lightly nudges itself against your tongue, the salty taste beckoning him to lap lightly before it could go to deep. Who hums eagerly on himself as you slid him into the hilt against your lips before giving you a light gag of encouragement.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who gives the sloppiest throatfuck you'd ever seen, gratefully gagging and pulling your hips into him harder then you already were fucking his face. Who moaned against the loud slapping of his balls against his small nose, eyes fixated like hearts on his cock pulling back and shoving itself forward towards him deeper into his throat.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer whos fixation turns from himself to your body, to how good he feels using you to satisfy these downright pornographic wants and desires. Who revels in the fact that you want him in such a way, anyway, fuck.. Everyway that he can penatrate you at least. Or that you could penatrate him? He didnt care at this point.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who gawks in awe at the sight of you allowing his body to relax completely for once in these last two centuries, who never noticed how truly soft he appeared to others in such a state. Whos light fingers graze the base of his own wings skillfully to watch as you break in composure and trembled above him before finally having gotten to the point where you were about to enter into your own tight clenching cunt.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who never wants to return to his body, who's voice shatters the walls of his fortified room as you plow into your own impure body, legs bent at the knees as your hands hold them in a steel gripped place. Lucifer, who's never seen himself be so rough with anyone, longing for the dirty sounds and raunchy words you were hissing into his ear beneath you. “Fuck- I never thought I’d actually call myself a slut.. But damn- I really look like one when I'm making that fucking face..♡”

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who jolts and pants hard while holding himself above you, him? Who was back into his own body. His body, which was now being gripped in his most vulnerable by you, that was now back in his perfect control.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who basks in your sounds ripped from your already sore and aching throat that was audibly sticky from the loads he'd taken so perfectly. Who roughly takes you back in return for such gracious obedience prior to his cock being buried so deeply in your hole.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who, as he becomes tired, becomes soft slowly with tender kisses and caresses to your head. Who opts to finish in you for the umpteenth time since the sun had rose in missionary so he can kiss you as much as he sees fit for your services. Before going once more with you, you buried under him in a lovely little mating press, pathetic and whimpering as he fills you again and again.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who kisses the cumdrunken blubbering expression from your face, turning you into a crude heap of embarrassment as his fingers worked the thick white creamy liquid back in between your squelching legs.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who carries you to his large and luxurious bathroom that you'd never felt entitled enough to use and draws you a bath in the odd plunge pool off in the corner that was surrounded by quite real looking rocks and grasses from Earth, mixing bubbles, flowers, and dye together so he could turn the waters into a glowing golden gold liquid that lightly stained your body with a transparent glittery sheen.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who tries to stoicly bathe you, scrubbing a glowing light from his magic like one would with a loofah on you until you'd giggle enough to rise laugher from him so he’d embrace you in a newly found loving way. The grime of your prior activities getting whisped away by the steady stream of water falling from the endless sea of water sectioned above you both, underwater life swimming calmly by while your skin was kneaded gently by his praising hands.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who didn't allow you to leave his side of the hotel for another week, which rose suspicion with his daughter until she ultimately found you both in a compromising position. “Heeey sweetie, so the mind thing maaaaay have worn off-” — “And it just so happened to be that she didn't mind- You gotta understand-”

(Charlie didn't come out of her room for a week.)

#hazbin hotel x reader #keiks works #keiks piece #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader smut #mindswappedlucifer #keiks creatures of intrigue #keiks is freaking out #keiks asks #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader

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thewiltedpeony · 3 months

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MY NEW ACCOUNT

@thepeonysbackup is my current account due to some mishaps and the loss of this one soon.

#keiks is freaking out #keiks random thoughts #keiks pieces #keiks drabble splurge

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appiomofchoice · 3 years

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Bryce Lahela’s Greatest Hits

(Somebody tell me to stop writing so I can study.)

Thanks to @anotherbeingsworld @kelseaaa @alpacafly @alexintheskyy for coming up with songs Bryce would sing in the shower! (I used all of them except for Dancing Queen, which is still definitely something he would sing imo.) More specific credit at the end.

Synopsis: During Keiki’s stay with her brother, he annoys her with his singing. (Plus a marginally-related MC x Bryce bonus scene.) (Fluff)

Tagging: @lucy-268 @mvalentine @seriouslybadchoices @anotherbeingsworld @choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Keiki awoke to a horrible noise coming out of the bathroom. A glance at her phone told her that it was just before four in the morning. She shuffled out of bed---her brother's, which she'd claimed for herself when she arrived in Boston three days ago---and to the living room. The sound of the shower, music, and the dissonant noise made its way through the closed bathroom door, getting louder until she could make out the lyrics that her brother was singing off-key:

“No, I don’t want those scrubs,

those scrubs were the scrubs I wore before, they’re not clean,

hanging out the laundry basket, my new task is to get---”

Keiki banged on the bathroom door. “Bryce, it’s four in the freaking morning!”

He stopped singing. He opened the door just enough for his face---still dripping wet---to stick out. “Sorry, Keiks. I was getting in the zone for work."

"I forgot how bad you are at singing," she grumbled.

"Don't lie. You love it. You wouldn't let me go to school without a lullaby from Big Bro Bryce. Remember?"

Keiki remembered. The only words she'd known were “Bye Bye Bye,” and she'd scream them with glee when Bryce cued her to do it, instantly drying her tears at the thought of losing her brother to school for most of the day.

Of course, then he went Bye Bye Bye to college...and didn't come back.

So she shrugged. "I don't know. Just let me sleep."

“I’ll be quiet, I promise," he said. "You don't need a bedtime story, right?”

"I'm not six," she grumbled, already shuffling back to bed.

Keiki hopped from foot to foot, glaring at the bathroom door. "Bryce, you're taking forever!" she shouted. "I have to go!"

There was no indication that he heard her over the sound of water and his own off-key belting:

“You love fun dip and cherry coke,

I like the way you laugh when I tell a joke,

when I met you I said my name was Rich,

you look like a girl from Abercrombie and Fitch..."

When he finally got out, Keiki zoomed into the bathroom after him, slamming the door shut behind her and hurrying to make it to the toilet.

The mirror was fogged up, and the smell reminded her of the time when she was three and had poured ten bottles of her mother's perfume on herself while Bryce was supposed to be watching her. She didn’t remember too many details---she was pretty sure Bryce made her take a bath in tomato soup or something---but she did remember the smell. Even that was more pleasant than this, she thought.

"Oh my God, how much perfume did you put on for the mall?"

"It's called cologne, and it's not that much. And Darcy likes it."

Darcy, his "friend." The one who’d showed up asking about Bryce’s fingers (barf) but had stayed to help Bryce cook dinner (saving Keiki from potentially months of barf). That put her at net negative barf and therefore in Keiki’s good graces, though she wasn’t exactly sure about Bryce’s relationship arithmetic when it came to Darcy.

"What's the deal with you guys, anyway?" asked Keiki as she washed her hands.

"What's the deal? Are you Jerry Seinfeld?"

"I don't know who that is. Stop avoiding the question."

"I'm not avoiding it,” he said. “We're friends."

Friends who made out on the couch. Keiki shuddered, before opening the door. “Yeah, okay. You don’t really need me to third-wheel your date with your friend, do you?”

"It's not---” He groaned. “Look, I know you're not six anymore. But I don't know you at all, except that you like the mall and you still like pancakes and you left home for some reason."

It was that for some reason that made her blood boil. "So did you! How can you not understand?”

"That’s different,” he said. “You were the golden kid, the princess---"

"It was hard!" she snapped.

"How could it possibly---" He sighed, ran a tired hand through his hair. "Look, can we just---not? I just want to know you, Keiki. I’m trying.”

She knew. And she felt bad. “Fine,” she said. “Don’t want to be late for your friend.”

As Keiki wheeled her bags to the living room, she was greeted with a familiar off-key melody, which the bathroom door made a noble but futile effort to contain.

"You can stand under my umbrella,

you can stand under my umbrella,

ella, ella, ay, ay, ay...”

She was not going to miss that. “Hey, you’re not going to sing all the way up to Connecticut, are you?” she called.

His answer? “Under my umbrella, ella, ella, ay, ay, ay...”

She rolled her eyes. He was so annoying.

But it was a small price to pay, in the end, when he’d taken her in---under his umbrella---when she needed it most.

The dorm bathroom was unoccupied, and almost depressingly silent as she let the water wash over her. As she scrubbed away the old Keiki and welcomed the new, she caught herself humming into the streaming water:

“...but it ain’t no lie, bye bye bye...”

Bonus:

Darcy stepped into the shower, most of the water missing her as it hit Bryce’s back. Not that she minded too much, with her view. “C’mon, it’s just me,” she said, eyes twinkling. “Everybody else already left for work.”

“And this is how you want to use that time?” he asked, an eyebrow lifted. He pressed a series of fairly convincing kisses to her neck---

But no, no, she was staying strong. “I know it’s dumb,” she said, stepping away slightly, “but sometimes, it feels like there are still these walls between us.”

“Because I don’t sing for you in the shower?”

Oh yeah. She sounded crazy. “Look, if you don’t want to---”

“Do you want me to?” he asked. And then, with an amused grin. “Do you really really want me to?”

And then, without waiting for a response, he grabbed her shampoo bottle and began singing into it:

“Yo, I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want.

So tell me what you want, what you really really want.

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna---”

She stood on her tip-toes to press her lips to his, shutting him up.

“That good, huh?” he said when she pulled away.

Honestly? He could not carry a tune if it was tied to his hands. But the passion he put into the imaginary performance was especially endearing.

“Let’s hear you, now,” he said, swiveling her into the spotlight, or rather, the stream of water, and pressing the shampoo into her hands.

“Oh, I don’t sing in the shower,” she said, grinning.

He met her grin with faux scoff. “Nah, that’s not fair. C’mon, it’s just me. What happened to letting down your---”

She belted it, voice jumping between keys and never finding the right one: “I see you driving round town with the girl I love, and I’m like---”

He whistled.

“Fuck you,” she finished, laughing, as he caught her lips in another kiss.

There came a loud knock on the bathroom door, causing them both to jump.

“Hey Scalpel Spice and D-Lo Green,” called Jackie. Darcy could hear her smirk, loud and clear over the water. “You’re not the only ones trying to get to work this morning.”

Aurora added, “And please do not take that show on the road when Edenbrook closes.”

Music Credit:

“No, I don’t want those scrubs...” - rewritten from No Scrubs, TLC

“You love fun dip and cherry coke...” - Summer Girls, LFO - suggested by @kelseaaa

“You can stand under my umbrella...” - Umbrella, Rihanna - suggested by @anotherbeingsworld

“You may hate me, but it ain’t no lie...” - Bye Bye Bye, *NSync - suggested/inspired by @alexintheskyy

“Yo, I’ll tell you what I want...” - Wannabe, Spice Girls - suggested/inspired by @alexintheskyy

“I see you driving round town...” - Fuck You, CeeLo Green

#open heart #bryce lahela #keiki lahela #mc x bryce #choices fic writers creations

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have-aheart · 4 years

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i hate how Choices has become more of a Battle of the LI than the simple do-i-tell-my-friends-my-secret-or-not gameplay i feel like it used to be. Especially now with Open Heart (i get the problems it has) but please! All I see now is “WERE IS LI??” please calm yo tits. i do miss my husband bryce partygod lahela too ok. But i sure as hell wouldnt mind not seeing him for a week if we also got some good plots back. i mean, its been nine (!) chapters of our MC being on the diagnostic team, where is our beef with that idiot Declan Nash?? i mean this man wants that team so badly and the only two (?) times we see him it has nothing to do with the team?? please pb just give us some plotlines? i do miss my scalpel jock but i want to read something ok??!! i dont read books because i love one character, i read it because of the storyline, period. give jackie a storyline, give rafael one, give bryce one, give the roommates the storylines they deserve, give keike one, where are our interns?? let the roommates go to movies, let them go on daytrips, just give them a life?

I MEAAAAAN look at distant shores! i looove edward and i was sad that he wasnt in last weeks chapter but excuse meeee we had some fun with the crew, MC is a badass who dont need no man or captain and makes a deal with idiot robert (mc you idiot!). i get the oliver stans, they miss him but pleaasseseesse its a freaking book. let it be a BOOK

You guys give shit the moment you see a new book with the romance genre but frikking your LI is apparently all your really interested in???

Listen, my life has been a black hole for almost a year now. saterdays kept me going because i might see my beautiful hawaiian god bryce, but he hasnt been around much lately, and im still fine. i still breath and i still throw myself out of bed in the morning (or is it noon?) just dont let pixelated make or break your day!

i used to be like ‘whoop one more day until..’, now im more like ‘whoops did the new chapter release yesterday? whoops, maybe i might read it tonight’ im not even exited anymore. i might pick up some real books again becus ya know, STORYLINES

im sorry..

#choices #too annoyed to even do english anymore #will prob delete later #i am just sick of it

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promise-ill-be-blog · 7 years

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Put a Shirt on~Ice {Black Gene for the Next Scene}

Water hitting the floor of your apartment was the only sound as you stared at the man in front of you in complete shock. His short wet,black hair stuck to his face that was dripping with water. His clothes were soaked all the way through, making a weird sound when he walked towards you. Oh how you were trying your best not to stare at his well defined chest and abs that showed through is wet white t-shirt. Why he had decided to walk in the ran to your apartment was mind boggling.

"Ice what in the name were you thinking?!" You asked breaking the silence. "Hey it was not raining earlier" He replied, shaking his wet hair. Out of instinct, your hands shot up to cover your face so you would not get hit with the water that was flying out of his hair. "Ice! Stop shaking like a dog before I send you back outside" A deep chuckle sounded from the male as he pulled your hands away from your face. "But you love me to much to do that" The air around your face heated up causing Ice to smile in victory. "Go take a warm shower. There are some spare clothes in the guest room you can use." You told him. Ice nodded and placed a kiss on your cheek before walking off to the bathroom. A sigh left your lips as your eyes scanned all the puddles Ice had made. Making your way to the hall closet, you tried your best not to step in the water. Grabbing a old towel, you set it on the ground before stepping on it. Now began the shuffle floor moping with a towel. Something you liked to call yourself a pro at. After about 4 towels and lots of shuffling, you had finally mopped up all the puddles left behind from Ice. "I love you Ice, but sometimes you can be a real idiot" You mumbled under your breath while walking into the laundry room. Tossing the wet towels in the dryer, you were completely unaware of the presence behind you. A small smile formed on Ice's lips as he walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. A small squeak left your lips, as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. "You smell good" He said, breathing in your scent. "Ummm....thanks." "Your welcome" "Where are your wet clothes?" "In the bathroom" "Well go grab them for me please" "Yes wife" "...Smart ass...." Ice smiled and released his grip around your waist before he walked back to the bathroom. Picking up his wet clothes carefully, he quickly walked back to the laundry room making sure not to drip as much as he did last time. He did not want to have to mop the floors if he got them super wet a again. You were a bit of a clean freak and he knew he would have to redo the floors many times before you were satisfied. Even if you were weird like that, he still loved you. "Here" Ice said, holding his clothes out to you. Turning around to face him your eyes widened as you noticed he was not wearing a shirt. "T-Thank you" You stuttered, taking the clothes from him. While placing his clothes in the dryer and starting it, you kept on taking glances at him from the corner of your eye. "____ are you alright? By now you would have been asking me questions as to why I was in the rain" Ice said. "I am fine. I am sure you have a reasonable reason why you chose to run in the rain" You replied. Ice frowned and stepped aside as you walked past him. You were lying and he knew it. He was going to get the truth out of you one way or another. He just had to think of a way how. A smirk slowly made its way upon his lips as he followed you into the kitchen. A small plan was forming in his mind and he knew it would work. "____-chan, you are lying to me. Tell me the truth" He demanded, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Nothing is wrong" You quickly said, looking at him. A light blush dusted your cheeks as you scanned over his bare torso. "Why are you blushing?" Ice asked. Your eyes widen and you turned around, avoiding his gaze. "It's just hot in here...." Ice chuckled and walked over to you. Gripping your arm lightly, he spun you around to face him. "Ice I swear I am-" You were cut off by a pair of soft lips crashing upon your own. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around Ice's neck as you kissed him back. His arms snaked around your waist, bringing you closer to his body and causing you to blush. Much to your dislike, he pulled away all to soon . "Now ____ what is bothering you?" Ice asked, still holding you close. You frowned and looked down at his chest. "Put a shirt on" Ice started at you confused before it finally clicked. You were acting strange because he was not wearing a shirt. Laughter filled the room as you glared at the man before you. "Maybe I will put a shirt on later" He said, trying to stop laughing. "Then I will not be able to focus!" "You will be focusing, just not on what you need to do" "Shut up and put a shirt on!"

Originally posted on my Quotev, here:https://www.quotev.com/story/4011941/Visual-KeiK-pop-one-shots-Requests-Open/15

~Tokyo

#black gene for the next scene #visual kei #Japanese Rock #Ice #Admin Tokyo

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demolitionongoing · 7 years

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A totally perfect coincident

My day started early, I wake up at 4, take a bath and then pack my things. Going to the airport was uneventful. My flight was also uneventful until we arrived and have to go through immigration. Thats when things happened, we were just lining to the immigration officer when suddenly I notice 3 beautiful ladies. fuck. Is that Kala?? Am I dreaming? I told my companion and she also freaked out. And for protocol I took an awful but stealthy photo of them. Just to have proof that it happened. I know photo taking is not allowed but who cares!! I've been following those girls for 5 years. I wont miss this chance!! The we mustered all courage to call out, (we didnt prepare mind you) "anooo" "sumasen" Keik*-san. She looked and ai was star strucked! There goes all my practiced speech.! I said in a quiet and shaky voice, Im a big fan of kal*fina. Ruu added that we were From the philippines. I recall wak*na saying "aahhh" They thanked us and the I declare my love for them" Kala*ina daisuki!! They laughed and said thanks and then we went back to what we were doing. Waka*a was looking at her phone, hii was just letting time pass and Kei was making short conversations to her companions. The wait was awkward because of us but. Im so sorry. But I want that moment to keep going. Those girls being 1 meter away and just talking to themselves. I cant understand what they were talking tho. Boohoo. I asked ruu to prepare our gift. that when an opportunity arrives, I go for it and give it to them. I was waiting till after I get through immigration. And when that time came, Keik* and I finished the same. Ooohh God! I was walking behind her slowly contemplating whether to talk to her or not(it'll be rude not to since we are both waiting for our companion. She turned around and our eyes meet. She started the cpnversation in english/japanese tho I did understand. She asked me if I will be going tomorrow and I said yes! And I finally said that speech I prepared that I know she didn't understand. " I want to wish you good luck on tomorrows concert. She smile and said "thank you" and extended her hand. I might have looked shocked but grabbed her hand clumsily. God the pressure was just right. Not too strong, not too soft. Like shaking hands with a colligue. I dont know if I did well in shaking her hand tho. But I might have look out of it. It was so easy to talk to her that my next approach was so easy. DAMN ME AND MY FUCKIN NON JAPANESE SPEAKING BRAIN!! I said I had a gift, she repeated the word "gift?" unfortunately I wont be able to translate so I just go ahead and repeat the word gift while opening what I was holding, A rolled up mini poster with a fanart and mesaages. Keik* was so close to me looking at what I was holding, I said it is a fanart with fan messages. she gets it and smiled at me. She said thank you and I said thank you too(fuck you brain for shutting down on a very crucial moment, thank you too?? really??" Keik* added that the fanart was "kawaii" I said thanks again. I dont know how many times we said thanks to each other. And then Hii came, I also gave her the art project saying I drew it and there are fan messages. she replies "ooohh... thank you" Ohhhh God Hii... XD I just cant. I feel my heart stopped. And then Ruu came to the rescue. We gave the gift for Wakana to them. I dont know if I said Wakana-san or Wakana chan? oh well. They said in japanese that They will give it to her Oh and the YK art I also gave but said her name disrespectfully "yuk* kajiur*" I dont know where this part came up. anyway Wakana came looking confused but understand the situation immidiately when she got close. The said thanks and We were about to go when suddenly I remembered the tarp. this time I gave it to the girl with them, thinking she was a staff member(I might have been rude tho) but she understood " for the three of them?" Ruu came in and we opened the tarp for them to see. And then we continue to say thank you and then went ahead because we were suppose to meet other fans. Im glad to meet them "hatou, insidia, konin, apple etc. The girls took awhile to come out, not holding anything. Hmm they must have grabbed a trolley. And ofcourse a picture was taken and they went their merry way. ohh and we greeted them okairi XD or somwthing like that. They went ahead followed by those full trolleys being pushed by theyr staff. What made me happy was that our gift were there, nicely folded and with the rest of their stuff. Im so happy. My emotions are swelling. I'll never forget this moment or Keiko's face when we shooked hands I hope no one finds this and feel the urge to strangle me

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