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deadgirlwalking91 · 5 months ago

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new update - 'thank you for the venom', chapter 10: 'i like to push it and push it until my luck is over'

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten Summary

Adam loses his patience with Lute when she won't let him take care of her without a fight.

Who is here for some close proximityyyyyyy?! 🙋🏼‍♀️

All I'm going to say is that the next few chapters are going to be fun. SO much fun. Buckle up, buttercups!

Thanks @branded-rose for beta-ing as always, you wonderful human <3

Neither Adam or Lute said anything on the way to his apartment.

Lute had decided, for fucking once, that she didn’t feel up to talking or backchatting him and instead spent the trek back sulking in his arms, refusing to look at him.

If he was being honest, the silence was more than welcomed. It gave Adam time to think, to form a game plan for the week ahead. His objective? To not fuck his lieutenant while she recovered from her injury. As tempting as it was, he couldn’t risk her reinjuring herself and taking more time off training.

Considering he had a meeting with Sera coming up, he needed Lute to heal up fast, lest he be subjected to a lecture on how he wasn’t taking this seriously enough, why was his lieutenant always getting injured under his watch, blah, blah-fucking-blah.

Though, now that he came to think of it, he was the guy who literally invented sex. Surely he could come up with some creative positions so as to not do further damage to her ankle.

He found himself lost in his thoughts as they approached his front door, trying to think of the most stationary way to bury himself inside her when a familiar, irritating voice quickly brought him back to reality.

“Sir? Sir. Are you even listening to me?”

Adam glanced down at Lute, who was waving a hand in front of his face, looking wildly unimpressed.

“Course I was,” he said defensively, lying through his teeth. He had absolutely no idea what she’d said - and frankly, couldn’t care, considering he’d been thoroughly enjoying the visuals that accompanied his dirty thoughts.

“Then what was I talking about?” She narrowed her eyes at him, and he resisted the urge to roll his own in response.

“Uhh… you were complaining about something or other? Hold up - could you reach into my pocket and grab my key for me?”

What a save.

Lute scowled at him, unimpressed. “A ‘please’ wouldn’t hurt, you know.”

Adam resisted the urge to drop her on the floor for being a colossal pain in his ass. Injury be damned, she was already getting on his nerves and they hadn’t even walked through the front door yet.

It was going to be a long ass week together, and he wasn’t sure which one of them would kill the other first.

“Fucking hell - fine. Grab the key from my pocket and unlock the front door, so we can hurry the fuck up and get inside, please?”

Smiling smugly, she reached her hand into his pocket, digging around for his key, her fingers roughly hitting the front of his hip and thigh through the fabric of his robe. “Was that so hard, sir?”

“If you keep digging around like that babe, you’ll find something else in there that’s hard.”

“Ugh. You disgust me.” She threw him the flattest look, producing the key from his pocket and unceremoniously shoving it into the keyhole.

When they stepped through the front door, Adam felt the slightest pang of shame at not cleaning up after himself from the night before. Empty wine bottles and takeout containers littered his counter, while there was no way Lute’s keen eye would miss the hot pink bra draped lazily over the back of his armchair.

Layla had forgotten to pick up after herself again.

“Really?” she asked dryly, raising a brow at him as he carried her over to his couch. “I’m surprised you don’t have a lost and found box permanently stationed outside your front door.”

“You know Lute, that’s the most intelligent thing that I think has ever come out of your mouth,” he mused, setting her down carefully so as not to bump her injured leg. “I’ll be right back.”

He grabbed the bra off the back of his chair and wandered into his bedroom, quickly grabbing his phone to text Layla.

Adam: You forgot your bra. Again.

As expected, considering Layla never got off her phone, it vibrated in his hand almost instantly.

Layla: Did your pretty little patient notice?

Adam: Yes.

Layla: She’d look good in it, too. Don’t you think?

Adam: Not helping.

Layla: I know. Good luck.

Snorting, he pocketed his phone again. Layla had picked up on the tension between him and Lute at the bar a couple of months go, before he’d followed her outside. She’d nagged him about it for fucking weeks, until a moment where she quite literally had him by the balls and he relented, admitting that there had been something between them, but nothing more had happened.

He didn’t need the truth spreading around the barracks like wildfire, considering how fucking chatty the girls were. Still, he was thankful that Layla seemed to have kept her mouth shut, even though she nagged him almost daily about Lute.

As he reminded himself to change his sheets later, he drew on the uncomfortable conversation he’d had with Layla the night before in his bed.

“Why do you even fucking care?” Adam asked, rolling over to look at her. “I wouldn’t have picked you to be the jealous type.”

“That’s because I’m not,” Layla said simply as she sat up, letting the duvet fall, exposing her ample chest as she inspected a strand of her hair. “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy our hookups because they scratch an itch, so to speak, but emotionally you’re kind of a giant walking red flag.”

“Gee, thanks,” he said bitterly. “Way to make a guy feel good about himself.”

“Oh, please, Adam,” she snorted. “That’s not what I’m here for. You want someone to stroke your ego? Get a girlfriend. Or, man up and do something about your little crush on Lute.”

“I’ll give you something you can stroke,” he said in a low voice, reaching over to cup one of her breasts, massaging it softly, choosing to ignore her dig at him as he kneaded it softly.

She glanced at his hand, her expression bored, then shook her head. “Nah. I’m good.” Stretching, she slid out of his bed and began getting dressed.

“Where are you going?”

“Home. I told you - I had an itch, you scratched it. Now I’m done.”She leaned both arms on the bed, staring Adam down with her large golden eyes, her expression unusually firm.

“Stop being such a pussy Adam, and just shoot your shot,” she said sternly. “I have a feeling that you’ll be a happier man for it.”

“I have no fucking idea what you’re on about.”

“That’s your problem then, not mine.”

With that, she sashayed out of his room, flicking her hair over her shoulder.

Shoving the memory to the back of his mind, not wanting to think about it any further, Adam threw the bra into his closet before grabbing two pillows off his bed and trudging back out into his living room.

Lute’s thumbs were moving swiftly across her phone screen as she typed furiously, her eyes unmoving. If she noticed Adam come back into the room, she didn’t acknowledge him.

“Who are you texting?”

She startled slightly, glaring at him as he took a seat next to her on the couch. “Vaggie. I’m telling her what I’ll need for the next week.”

“Anything special I should know about?”

Her cheeks flushed and she narrowed her eyes further at him. “No.”

“That’s a lie if I ever fucking heard one. Here - hold this,” he shoved a pillow at her, knocking her phone out of her hands, causing it to bounce away from her and land close to her feet. Grabbing it to pass back to her, he snuck a quick look at her screen.

Vaggie: You sure you’re okay? You could have stayed with me.

Lute: You’d get sick of me.

Vaggie: That’s a lie.

Lute: Plus, he had a point. His place is bigger than our apartments.

Vaggie: I guess. If you need to tap out at any time though, call me. What do you need?

Lute: I’ll be alright. Just the usual stuff. Clothes and toiletries. Also my protein powder and shaker. And a book or two. Third drawer in the kitchen. You know the type.

Vaggie: Unusual hiding spot for a book, but okay.

“Why do you keep your books in the kitchen drawer?” Adam asked, extending his arm so Lute could take her phone. “That’s a fucking weird spot. Most normal people keep theirs on a bookshelf.”

“None of your fucking business,” she snapped, snatching her phone back and locking it. “Next time, don’t read my messages, creep.”

“Oh, calm your tits, it wasn’t like you had anything interesting to say,” he huffed, laying the remaining pillow across the top of his thighs. “Alright, I’m about to take a look at your leg and see how bad the damage is. I’d suggest biting into that pillow while I do it.”

“Why on earth would I need to bite into a pillow?”

Adam sighed and scratched behind his neck, not caring for her attitude. “Because, and I hate to break this to you, babe, but it’s not going to tickle when I take your shoe off. In fact, it’s going to hurt like hell. So, instead of you yelling at the top of your lungs and my neighbours get pissed off that they can hear someone screaming in here again, just bite into the fucking pillow, would you?”

“Do you make screaming loud enough to piss your neighbours off a regular habit?” she asked, cocking a brow at him. He snorted and gently lifted her legs, scooting closer to her so that he could place them on top of the pillow on his lap.

“It’s not me they’re complaining about, babe.”

She shot him a withering look and he snickered, shaking his head. “You are so easy to rile up, Dangertits.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Not gonna happen. Anyway, get ready because I’m about to take your shoe off and it’s gonna hurt.” He started undoing the laces on her trainer, taking care not to knock her foot.

“Somehow, I think I’ll manage,” she muttered, “I don’t see why you’re making such a big deal about this. It’s a fucking ankle sprain, but you’re making out like I’ve lost a goddamn limb or something”

He closed his eyes, trying to find the inner strength to deal with her shitty attitude. He wasn’t the most patient man at the best of times, but she was really testing him now.

“Lute,” he ground out through gritted teeth, “shut the fuck up and stop being such a brat.”

She puffed her cheeks and crossed her arms looking away from him. “I am not being a brat.”

“You fucking are. You’re pouting at me again.”

“I am not,” she argued, aiming a swift kick at him with her good leg. He caught it mid-air before it connected with his shoulder, glowering at her.

“If you don’t shut your mouth,” he growled, “I’m going to shut it for you.”

“Oooh, I’m so scared,” she said sardonically, her face twisting into a mock fearful expression. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Don’t push your fucking luck with me.” He leaned over, their chests just touching as he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him, her blazing golden eyes meeting the yellow of his mask. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m trying to help you here, not make things worse. Stop running your fucking mouth and start listening to me. That’s an order. Do you fucking understand me, Lieutenant?”

Her lip curled into a snarl. “I didn’t ask you to take care of me, sir.”

“I couldn’t really give a shit what you asked for,” he said coolly, letting go of her face roughly and resuming his original position on the couch. “Shoe’s coming off now, by the way. Get ready - or not, I’m not bothered either way.”

He gripped the heel of her trainer and tugged downwars, trying not to move her actual foot as much as possible. Lute hissed, then let out a cry of pain as he gently wiggled the shoe in order to ease it off her swollen foot.

“That hurts!” she yelled, throwing her head back against the armrest of the couch.

“Bite the goddamn pillow, Lute, or my neighbours will think I’m murdering someone.”

“It’s Heaven, nobody gets murdered here,” she growled.

“Well, it’s either that or they’ll think you’re an animal and into some kinky shit, so if you want them to keep thinking that, go ahead and be my guest. I don’t care.”

He was relieved to see her finally press the pillow into her face, her scream muffled as he finally managed to get her shoe and sock off.

Adam had seen his fair share of soft tissue injuries during his time as Commander of the Exorcist army - severe bruising, strains and sprains were commonplace, especially during training sessions. In fact, they probably made up at least half of the incident reports he had to fill out. But, in classic Lute fashion, she had managed to spectacularly outdo everybody else, sporting the most brilliant ankle sprain he had ever seen.

Her skin was no longer pale, instead now heavily bruised with patches of vibrant oranges and yellows that spread from the tips of her toes right up to past the hem of her leggings, concentrated mostly around her ankle - which had turned a particularly nasty shade of vermillion. The afflicted area had also swelled to twice its normal size, looking unnatural next to her muscular right leg.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, gently running his fingers over her swollen skin. “Not sure if I should congratulate you on doing such a great job, or be pissed that you’re going to be out of action for a while.”

When she didn’t respond, he glanced up at her and was surprised to find that tears had formed in the corners of her eyes.

“It’s not that bad,” he backtracked, feeling uncomfortable at her sudden shift in demeanour. Shit, he was hopeless when it came to women crying in front of him, he never had any idea what to do, and no matter what he said, he tended to just make it worse. “A week off work, at the most.”

She looked away, and he pretended not to notice as she quickly wiped her eyes. Not that she deserved it for being such a pain in the ass earlier. Still, he couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit sorry for her. Her misery almost made her seem normal.

“I don’t want to take a week off work,” she said thickly. “We’ve got too much to do. And - and you have a meeting with Sera and -”

Adam cut her off, waving his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about my meeting with Sare-bear, she doesn’t have to know everything that goes on at training. But, Lute, just listen,” he let one of his hands come to rest on her knee in a comforting gesture.

“You need to swallow your fucking pride and do as I say, alright? I swear I’m not trying to be a dick, I’m trying to help you get back to normal as soon as possible. Believe it or not, you’re not invincible, but if you just rest, you’ll heal quicker. Okay? So, just…fucking chill.”

He gave her knee a reassuring pat, and as she looked up at him through her damp lashes, he felt oddly compelled to comfort her further. He wasn’t entirely sure where the feeling came from, or what it meant exactly, but all he knew was that he needed to show her that he cared. So he lifted the hand that was resting on her leg and grabbed one of her hands, squeezing it gently, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles.

He found himself studying how small her hands were, how if he held their hands up together, the tips of her fingers would barely reach past his palms. How could such tiny hands be responsible for spilling so much Sinner blood, year after year?

Lute cast her eyes downwards into her lap and nodded, resigned. “Okay,” she said quietly, her voice barely audible.

Adam breathed a sigh of relief and let his head fall backwards. “Finally, she listens to me,” he muttered to his ceiling. “It’s only taken God knows how fucking long.”

He managed to catch the pillow just before it hit him in the face.

***

Lute was on the verge of falling asleep when Vaggie turned up at Adam’s apartment, a large duffel bag slung over her shoulder and a scowl plastered on her face as he greeted her with an obnoxiously loud, “‘Sup, Vagasaurous!”

She couldn’t hear most of their conversation from her position on the couch due to the fact that they were speaking in hushed voices, but she was positive she heard Vaggie stage-whisper, “What do you mean she hasn’t had any fucking painkillers?” at one point.

If they spoke much after that, she had no recollection of it as she let her eyes rest, drifting off to sleep.

When she woke, she was surprised to feel something soft covering her bare shoulders. Opening her eyes, she found a blanket over her, considerately tucked neatly under her body. Vaggie must have come in and made sure she was warm, knowing Adam wouldn’t have the care factor to do so.

Sitting up, Lute hissed, grimacing as pain seared through her ankle, which was resting gently atop one of the pillows Adam had brought out from his bedroom. Another considerate gesture from Vaggie.

She really was such a good friend.

“Bout time you woke up.”

Her eyes darted around, finding Adam sitting at his counter flicking through something on his phone.

“How long was I asleep for?” she asked, drawing the blanket up under her chin. She didn’t love the idea of him being around her, awake, while she slept. What if she did something embarrassing, like snored, or drooled… or worse, talked in her sleep?

Given some of the… intense dreams she’d had over the past few months that may or may not have involved her boss, she reall, really hoped she didn’t sleeptalk.

Adam looked up from his phone as he set it on his counter, which was now rid of the rubbish that had been strewn across it when they first arrived at the apartment. At least he’d taken the liberty of cleaning up while she slept. “A couple hours? You were pretty out of it.”

“Really?”

“Oh, fuck yeah. Also, you have the funniest little snore. It’d almost be cute if it wasn’t coming from you.”

“I do not snore!” Lute cried indignantly, pulling the blanket tighter around herself.

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Babe. You snored. Besides, how would you know if you do or don’t? Anybody ever told you that you have?”

“No,” she admitted, deliberately choosing not to elaborate further - he didn’t need to know it was because she’d never slept next to anybody before. She’d never hear the end of it and besides, it was absolutely none of his business.

“Well, either this was something special you saved just for me, or all the men you’ve ever shared a bed with sleep like the dead.”

“Again, sir, it’s Heaven. Most people here sleep like the dead because they are dead.”

“Fuck, it was nice and peaceful while you were comatose,” Adam muttered under his breath, sliding off his stool, “even if you were snoring.”

Lute watched with mild interest as he opened kitchen cupboards, continuing to mutter to himself. It was odd seeing him in such a domesticated environment - given his status in Heaven as the First Man and how obnoxious he was, she’d expected him to live in a more luxurious, gaudy home. In reality, apart from an overly-large TV, and the fact that the footprint of his apartment was slightly larger than hers, his home wasn’t very impressive at all.

“What are you doing?” she asked as he made his way over to her and sat on the coffee table in front of her, holding a glass of water.

“Your little scissor-sister bestie chewed me out for not giving you these sooner, so hurry up and take them before she turns up at my door again.” He extended his hand, uncurling his fist to reveal two small blue pills. “They should stop the pain while you’re sitting still.”

“I’m not in pain,” Lute said quickly, eyeing the pills, “I’m fine.” She didn’t want him thinking she was weak enough to need medication. That would just be pathetic, especially for something as minor as a sprained ankle.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, did we or did we not just have a conversation about this?” Adam snapped, “take the fucking pills Lute, before I force them down your throat.”

Glaring at him, she snatched the pills from his outstretched hand, but before she could pull away his hand closed tightly over hers. He moved off the coffee table, kneeling in front of her, once again closing space between their bodies.

She glanced down at their hands, and noticed that he must have taken his gloves off while she was asleep, because they were bare. She’d seen him without them before, but he was close enough now that she couldn’t help but notice the sprinkling of fine ash-brown hair that crept up the back of his hand.

It was also warm, and strong. If it were anybody else holding her hand, she’d admit to liking how that felt. She kept that thought to herself.

“You,” he started, his voice now low and dangerous, “are really pissing me off now. Cut the bullshit, stop being a stubborn little bitch and let me take fucking care of you, alright?”

“I’m not weak,” she hissed, “I’m not some helpless little girl who needs saving.”

“Nobody said you were. Shut up and take the painkillers, Lute.” He let go of her hand and shook his head in frustration.

Scowling, she shoved the pills in her mouth and swallowed, grimacing at the taste as she struggled to get them down her throat. She held out her hand for the glass of water and Adam handed it to her unceremoniously.

Once she’d managed to chase the pills with the water, she thrust the glass back in his direction.

“Was that so hard?”

She sighed. “Yes actually, it was.”

“It would have been a fuckton easier if you’d just listened to me.”

“Where did you even get painkillers, anyway? It’s not like anybody here needs them.”

He snorted. “You think I’m going to smuggle hard liquor from Hell every year for our post-Extermination Day rager, and not be smart enough to also steal something to help with the hangover the next day?”

“Oh, I feel so honoured you gave me your special hangover pills.”

“So you fucking should be, I only get a few a year.”

She turned her head to gaze at him, still seated on the floor in front of her. He looked as tired as she felt. “Why are you so hellbent on doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“This. Making sure I’m alright. You don’t care about me.”

“Bullshit. I care about all my girls, Lute, and that includes you.” He scooted closer, so his side leaned against the couch, his body facing hers. “You just make my job more difficult because you’ve got more of a tendency to bite back than the others.”

Lute didn’t say anything, instead choosing to adjust the waistband of her leggings, which were starting to dig into her and get uncomfortable. She desperately needed a shower.

“You know what’s going to be difficult?” she groaned, realising another roadblock they’d have to tackle.

“What?”

She grimaced, not wanting to admit it out loud - but what choice did she have?

“Showering.”

Adam blinked at her, confused. “Oh, yeah we can do that. No biggie, I’ll just carry you in, you can do your thing and when you’re ready just call me and I’ll come get you. Easy as fuck.”

“Sir. That’s not going to work. How am I even supposed to stand in the shower, or get in and out?

He scratched the back of his neck, frowning. “Shit, I didn’t think of that. Unless…”

“I’m not showering with you,” Lute said quickly.

Adam snorted. “Babe, that is not where my mind was going, but now that you mention it, if you can put your big girl panties on and be an adult about this, it would be the easiest solution.”

She glared at him. “No, sir. What was your other plan?”

“I have a bath. It’s probably easier to get you in there.”

She swallowed, unconvinced. “I haven’t had a bath since -”

Adam held a hand up, silencing her. “Since I busted into your apartment. Yeah, yeah, I know, spare me the lecture. As far as I see this playing out Dangertits, you’ve got three options. One, take a bath. I help you in, get you settled, then come and get you when the time’s up. Easy. Two, we shower together. Not gonna lie, the thought of it excites me, but you’d have to keep your eyes closed the whole time, because this,” he tugged at the bottom of his hood, “would be coming off.”

“I can keep my eyes closed, I’ve done it before,” she retorted, the words escaping her lips before she had the chance to hold them in. Her eyes widened and she clapped a hand to her mouth, utterly mortified at her inadvertent admission of wanting to shower with him. Her stomach twisted into a thousand knots as she frantically wondered how the fuck she was going to talk her way out of this.

She wanted to die.

He cocked an eyebrow at her, grinning. “Believe me, I know you can. Let’s just say the last time I asked you to, I was very impressed with how well you can follow instructions when you don’t fucking backchat me.”

Lute sank lower into the couch, pulling the blanket over her head so Adam wouldn’t see how her face and chest were basically glowing fluorescent. So she didn’t have to look at his stupid smug fake face as it smirked at her.

“What’s my third option?” she muttered, her voice strained.

“You don’t bathe at all for the next week. Which is fucking gross.”

She felt him rip the blanket away from her, and she yelped at the sensation of the cool air on her bare skin, goosebumps creeping up her arms. She glared up at Adam, who was now standing over her, blanket tossed to the side.

“Was that necessary?” she asked, folding her arms over her stomach.

He shrugged. “Not really, no, but I need an answer, and I didn’t feel like you were going to give me one, so I had to do something.. What’s it gonna be, babe?”

“I don’t have a choice, do I?” she groaned, “I’ll take a bath.”

“Slightly disappointed you didn’t suggest the shower, to be honest.” He bent down and slid one arm under her knees, and the other around her waist, lifting her up off the couch effortlessly. “Come on. Let’s get you clean. Want me to give you a sponge bath while we’re at it?”

Lute turned her head and let it rest against Adam’s chest as he carried her to his bathroom, taking in his scent - woody, aromatic. Slightly peppery, even. Masculine.

Intoxicating.

For all the times he’d been in her personal space, she’d never really paid attention to how he smelt. She was usually too busy being annoyed by his presence.

Or, he had her preoccupied in other ways.

As for his comment about the sponge bath?

Lute felt that sometimes, some questions were best left unanswered.

#guardrock #guitarspear #hazbin hotel #adam x lute #hazbin hotel lute #guitarspear fic #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin lute

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merao-mariposa · 9 months ago

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first writing that I publish at least a long-ish WIP: Draft of Death Family going to the realm of death, meeting Kristin and Mamamissa

Trips to visit family must be really interesting for the death family.

I can easily imagine them crossing the barrier between life and death as soon as they leave quesadilla because they want their children to experimente the dominion of the dead.

Yep, Missa owes his boss a lot of reports and Phil is absolutely delighted with the idea of finally seeing his wife again after everything did happend. Chay and Tallulah keep making fun of him about his constantly fluffy wings and the silliest smile on his face, and his cheeks blush however deep down they are really excited too, a little nervous but they definitely want to meet her.

It's halfway there, they are walking along the banks of the River Styx. It won't take long to get there, somewhere, anywhere, where The Goddess is. Dad Philza jokes that flying with the eggs would be faster and easier, because of course his wings had improved considerably in the last few weeks, but in the afterlife his wings were almost revitalized to the surprise of his children. Which was to be expected for an angel of death, surrounded by the dead realm.

Missa jokes that he would leave him behind, of course. Which Phil playfully rejects; is a loyal crow! He would never do that thing of leaving him behind.

He did it in purgatory.

But he didn't do it in prison!

¨No mames Phil, they were going to take us out sooner or later¨ Against the grim reaper's arguments the crow just rolls his eyes and fights back

¨when was the last time you crossed the river of souls, mate?¨

Missa sighs softly, he can't remember the last time he sailed the river. For a long time he has dedicated himself to harvesting souls to help them to make it to the afterlife.

Phil rests his hand on the small of his very platonic husband's back (in the realm of the dead, missa's real form is more likely to come out; he still avoids having a height comparable to that of the cellbit castle, right now? just He's 2 or 3 times Phil's size (he literally can't reach any higher, it's either that or grabbing his pants leg to comfort him) with a soft coo; ¨it's okay dude, don't worry about that¨

Chayanne interrupts the lively (not so much anymore) discussion between his dads before it gets angsty (it's an instinct), signing so quickly with his hands that it is almost difficult to translate what he said.

"Papa Missa can take us OVER the river???"

missa and phil look at each other, in fact that can shorten the path quite a bit, if it works.

This is how much of the way they spend with Tallulah and Chayanne on the shoulders of an even bigger Missa while Philza flies through the skies of said Death´s kingdom, sometimes perching with his children on the shoulders of his husband.

It's all fun and laughter until Tallulah signs a question; "why did Kristin gave me the gift of listening to my siblings". which causes Philza to reverse heis flight and Missa stops completely to see his hija. Chayanne blinks worried about what happened.

¨Tallulah, mi ninha-a, Kristin has no connection to anything on the island… she was blocked from it¨

¨But I know who was not blocked¨ Missa looks at Phil, more serious than he's ever been.

And Phil sighs before looking at his children softly to reassure them. ¨So guys, you wanna know your… erhm, ab-abuela, abuela?¨

#death duo #death family #qsmp missa #qsmp philza #qsmp #qsmp tallulah #qsmp chayanne #mamamissa #<---is that a tag??#now it is one #deathduo

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kumoriyami-xiuzhen · 2 months ago

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Hakuoki x Sengoku Night Blood Crossover - A Fleeting Vision A Fortuitous Meeting with a Samurai Episode 2

There are probably scene changes in this that weren't mentioned in the text I pulled... so I'll go check those later once I get my laptop back. That won't happen for 1-3 weeks based on what the customer service representative said... so I'll be using my old one until then, though things should hopefully be fine until I get it back.

Also... there's a prologue and five episodes for this crossover. I've evidently not been counting properly for a while... 😅

Hakuoki x Sengoku Night Blood Crossover - A Fleeting Vision A Fortuitous Meeting with a Samurai Episode 2 - Different parties in the same boat [more literally it's moe like "arch-enemies in the same boat", but I'm not too sure about that.]

Translation by KumoriYami

After separating from Yamazaki-san, we found a small village. For the sake of being able to talk to the villagers after daybreak. In order to be able to talk to the villagers after dawn, we decided to spend the night near the village.

I hugged my knees, watching the flickering flames as I worried about what I would speak about what I had heard. Even though I was skeptical of her words, I didn't know if everyone would believe me if I suddenly spoke of it...

Harada: Chizuru, you've been silent for a while now, did something happen?

Toudou: Are you feeling uncomfortable/sick?

Harada: Is that so, Chizuru?

Yukimura: No, it's not like that... there's something I actually need to tell everyone.

Okita:...So, the girl who was with those guys told you something?

Yukimura: Yes. At that time, I asked her about some things I was worried about... but I couldn't believe it myself, and I don't know if anyone would believe what I'm going to say.

Saito: Exactly what did she tell you? Tell us.

I told them that this was a world called "Shinga", and that this place was called the Uesugi Domain. There was also the existences of what they had been fighting a while ago, which were known as "Yakuma"...

It was very difficult for them to believe these things right away, and everyone fell silent.

Okita: If you told me that i was dreaming right now, I think I'd find that more credible.

Toudou: That's right… It's because you're so serious, Chizuru, that I almost have to believe you.

Okita: But no one is doubting the authenticity of Chizuru-chan's words.

Toudou: I, I also believe Chizuru. But...

I know what Heisuke-kun wanted to say.

If I had been able to ask more questions then, things might not have ended up this way...

Saito: Yukimura, do you believe what she said?

Yukimura: I… I don't think she would have lied under those circumstances. Furthermore, she seemed to not know about the Shinsengumi.

In Kyoto, almost everyone knows what the light blue haori symbolizes.

Saito: Nn... they also didn't seem to know about us.

Harada: Those other people had also looked confused when they saw us, so it's possible that what she said was true.

Okita: And I've never seen a person with animal ears.

Toudou: Then... this isn't Kyoto, but some other world!?

Yukimura:...I think that it is.

Heisuke-kun looked up to the the sky in shock and mumbled to himself.

Toudou: Even in another world, the starlight you see with your eyes doesn't change...

Harada: What you're saying is discouraging. The future is going to be a serious headache, do you seriously understand that?

Toudou: Hmm? What are you talking about?

Harada: In other words, we have to find a way to return to our own world.

Toudou: Ah, that's right...... Then, would anyone know how to get back?

Saito: The woman who told Yukimura that this is another world might know.

Harada: But, if that's the case, I should have asked who those guys were.

Okita: Alright, it seems that this is their domain anyway, so we'll see each other again.

Saito: Souji is right, though let's wait until we meet up with the Vice-Commander to discuss everything else, and call it a day.

Afterwards——we decided to take turns watching the bonfire, and then each went to sleep.

I could hear the sound of branches burning, and the sound of everyone breathing. Although I was a bit worried about whether I could close my eyes and fall asleep, because I was with everyone, I fell asleep before I realized it...

Yukimura:……!?

Upon hearing a terrifying roar that seemed to come from underground, I literally jumped up. Although I hadn't seen what had made that hair-raising sound, I however recognized it. Realizing that it was the roar of a Yakuma, my head turned towards everyone——

Okita: You finally woke up, I got up first.

After shooting a glance at me, Okita-san ran off. He had gone towards the direction of the Yakuma.

Harada: Chizuru, we can't leave you here by yourself, so you should also get ready to go.

Yukimura: O-Okay.

Toudou: The people in the village might have been attacked, so I'll be going first!

Saito: Sano, Yukimura will be in your care.

Harada: Oh, leave it to me.

Yukimura: Everyone, please be careful!

To chase after those who had gone ahead, I also started running. Then, I finally saw them wielding blades in the darkness. However, besides the Shinsengumi, there were others who had rushed towards the Yakuma.

Yukimura: That's...

Even with what I could from this distance, I was able to recognize the same group of people from yesterday.

Afterwards, the Shinsengumi fought along side them once again. White blades tore through the darkness, and silenced the low roars——

Naoe Kanetsugu: I didn't expect to run into you again in a place like this.

Okita: I also never expected that someone would disturb [one of my] fights for two consecutive days.

Naoe Kanetsugu: Ha!? It's natural for us to protect our people!

Uesugi Kagekatsu: Kagekatsu... you still need to express your gratitude.

Okita: I don't remember doing anything to for you all to be thanking me for.

Naoe Kanetsugu:...You have protected the people who live in Kenshin-sama's domain. Thank you very much.

Uesugi Kagekatsu: Thank you...

Hearing their frank words of gratitutde, we truly couldn't hide our shock. Perhaps it was because we were usually looked down upon in Kyoto.

Toudou: I'm a little confused, I thought these gus would be more aggressive… Could it be that they're not bad people?

Harada: If only it were that simple.

Toudou: I know, I don't trust them either.

Okita: Okay, okay, this will get nowhere if this continues. Hajime-kun, the discussions will be left to you.

Saito:…Understood.

Saito-san still maintained his usual attitude, and faced them [before] speaking.

Saito: Are you here to arrest us?

Uesugi Kagekatsu: No... we came to assist you.

Saito: How can you say that?

Naoe Kanetsugu: Your existence might be important to us.

Saito: Although I don't know if [we] would be of importance, we actually wanted to talk to you.

Uesugi Kagekatsu:...Nn. But, is that okay? Didn't you want to freely look around?

Saito: No need. I wanted to talk to you first. Would this be convenient?

Naoe Kanetsugu:...I understand, then come with me.

Not knowing what was meant by "important existences", we ended up falling them while feeling bewildered.

Hijikata:...Just when I wanted to say that we finally found someone, what the hell are those guys doing?

Hijikata, who had been hiding in the shadows of the trees, whispered as he watched the other's figures in the distance.

Hijikata: Yamazaki, do you know anything?

Yamazaki: No. Before I left, everyone concluded that they should keep some distance away from that group and meet up with the Vice-Commander first.

While saying "I would have thought that too", Hijikata gripped his chin with his hand and looked back at their disappearing figures.

Hijikatata: Why couldn't those people just wait there?

Kazama: Haha, they're just a bunch of dogs who can't even wait.

Nagakura: You're not in the position to say that to us!

Kazama: As the saying goes, the weaker the dog, is, the louder it barks.

Hijikata: Your prattling is noisy. I'm thinking about some things s shut up.

When he had opened his eyes, he was already in this forest.

Hijikata could only remember that he was about to carry out an assignment, and then Kazama suddenly appeared.

Although he had quickly understood that all the people present had gathered here, the reason for why he was in this forest was what Hijikata still couldn't figure out after thinking about it for a long while.

Kazama: Even if you broke your head thinking, you wouldn't find an answer.

Hijikata...Hah, things would be so much simpler if you oni were the ones who did this.

Kazama: What good would doing this do for me? It'd be easier to simply and straightforward to just kill you. It would be simpler and more straightforward to just kill you.

Hijikata:...That makes sense. You wouldn't do such a troublesome thing either.

Nagakura: Hijikata-san, we can't just wait around, in any case, let's catch up with them first, alright?

Hijikata: That's right. Follow from behind, and be careful to not be noticed by them.

---to be continued- in part 3 here--

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki game translation #hakuoki crossover #sengoku night blood

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luffysprincess · 3 months ago

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Your games are always the highlight of my tumblr week ♡ Today I choose Alhaitham

I know you already know vaguely that me and Alhaitham don't know how we ended up together, let alone how we ended up with a child. We see for like 2 weeks every 2 months because of our undercover line of work. What you dont know yet though is that her name is Aurelia. It means Moon Jellyfish. I didn't know this, and just fell in love with the name. As basically a genius he did know this though, and hates the name jkashdjkahsdj. But I won, and now she has a pet Jellyfish that he caught her. He named it Channary, meaning moon girl. He did this to be a smartass but she loves it and is none the wiser.

We literally have no idea when we started dating, we just know that one day we were in love against our will.

Our daughter lives with his grandmother that gives him hell but absolutely loves me. She does hate that we won't just work regular jobs and be at home with the family though.

Our wedding was a small one, with a max of 30 people, just those closest to us. We planned it and were wed in less than 2 months but it looked so gorgeous it was as if i took 2 years. Kaveh still lived with us until our child was born. She was born about 3-4 years after we got married.

I think that's somehow more than 5 facts idk i was into it i'm sorry kajbsdjkashd Anyways, I cant wait to see this. I'm still completely OBSESSED with your k-drama you made me for my bday with Jackson Wang ♡

⌱ TITLE: The Dagger of His Heart

⌱ GENRE: Historical Romance, Action, Adventure

⌱ PREDOMINANT TROPE(S): strangers to frenemies to lovers; almost arranged marriage but one of them ran away

⌱ SYNOPSIS:

As word spreads across the Kingdom of Ilm of a vigilante who goes by the name Ryder, Prince Alhaitham sends orders to capture “him” in hopes of easing civilian’s unrest. So when Ryder continues to evade each ploy to capture themself, Alhaitham gets restless and ventures out in the desert himself to find his target. But things take a turn when Ryder captures him instead. Even more so when the prince finds out Ryder’s true identity and the real reason she’s kidnapped him. Now he must decide if the notorious vigilante is to be trusted and learn who his true enemies are.

⌱ ADDITIONAL PLOT POINTS:

In case it wasn’t clear, Ryder is thought to be a male by everyone. However, Alhaitham figures out very cleverly that she’s female the first time he sees her in person.

Ryder’s true identity is that of the runaway princess of the kingdom across the desert. It’s been three years since her disappearance. Alhaitham figured this out on his own as well, shortly after meeting her.

The reason why she ran away and is now capturing Alhaitham is bc she knows the corrupt secrets of both kingdoms and needs his help to end it all. Which he accepts.

Alhaitham is instantly impressed by Ryder the first time he heard any news of her. He was secretly rooting her persona on everytime news came of a vigilante raiding an army base etc etc.

Alhaitham and Ryder bicker a looooot. On their adventure, they are assumed a married couple multiple times bc of it.

First kiss happens in book 2, pg 286 when the two are running away from a deadly group and hide in an alleyway. The tight space and need to stay hidden pressures the prince to swoop down and kiss her. And then they kiss again and again…and again for a looong time.

Ryder’s true name is revealed to Alhaitham but it’s never written out in the book. The author chose for only Alhaitham to ever know her name. Not even readers are privy to this information.

⌱ AESTHETIC:

#ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ amira plays #there are soooo many additional plot points #and it’s purely bc I’ve thought about this for a long time bc this is a subplot in my cyno au #an additional point is that you and me are sister in this btw #you’re my older princess that ran away #and our stories do crossover a bit but not entirely #if you have any more questions about this I will gladly answer #I have so much to say about this au #ok I’m gonna shut up now lol #ty for playing ry <333 #also loveee all your hcs

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lil-melody-moon · 5 months ago

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I've just realized something - personal thoughts under the cut

Throughout my entire life I went through different stages. Let's called them: childhood, school years, after school, university and now.

During childhood I was still new, shaping. Parents had their problems, dad was an alcoholic, but overall I got a lot of love. Mom was always there for me, dad - even when he was drunk - always loved me, always wanted to play with me. The arguments between mom and dad are not in my memories, they were thrown away, but I'm aware of them. They were awful, but that didn't hurt me that much. You know, as a kid you don't know a lot of things. I've only realized the problems later, but it wasn't always a primary thing. Parents were always like: be yourself, keep smiling, be happy, do what you love, we won't force anything on you, we're not here for that, be free <3

Then came the school years and that literally teared everything I've mentioned above to pieces. School started shaping a different me and that's where the problems started. Bullying aside, because that's another topic, I started to think in a different way. Stopped myself from expressing any happiness, threw myself away, replacing her with a fake me who got me into many awful things - no addictions though, besides fictional addiction. I didn't know, but I was forced to become that someone just to meet expectations and not stand out too much to not be judge, you know what I mean. I felt caged in some way, that's when the fictional addiction appeared. I preferred to be in the fictional world, escaping from the real world, just to not be the fake person. Also that caused a lot of problems with me and my parents. I started to hate them, being on somehow good terms with mom, but I think I've never really got to know dad at that part of my life. Part of the problem was his job, but that aside, I've never really talked with him at that time. And so, I've lost myself.

And then came the after school time, where, not knowing who I am, being the fake person, I had to choose if I should go to university or to work. Decided to go to work, that ended up pretty badly so I went to university. Pandemic caused the fake person problem to grow bigger until one day where I've started talking with mom more, tried to talk with dad as well, ended a lot of toxic friendships and slowly realized that this fake person isn't really me, so I decided it's time for change.

This is the university years now. I've came back to music, came back to what I liked to do, what was the part of me that I've left at childhood, slowly taking the pieces and put them together, shaping myself again. All the ambitious that school tried to put on me faded away, I started thinking on my own, have my own opinion, make a path for myself. Actually, choosing the second degree was my own decision and even if this year SUCKED I still don't regret I signed myself for that degree.

Now, I'm happy. I have job practices and university library, literally loved the first week, I feel tired after it but satisfied because I've learned a lot. I am who I am and I love myself, but also my ambitions are simple: get a job I'll be happy to go to, keep the good relations with parents and spend as much time with them as possible, find a boyfriend and if not then I'll be alone - I won't force anyone to be with me and also I won't forcefully search for anyone because it's awful from my point of view, I would just make myself feel down if I ended up in a one-sided relationship again. I started to cherish what I have and I'm happy <3

#personal rumbling #but I wanted to get it out #talking corner

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gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot · 1 year ago

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as for the questions, here are my requests :)) you can absolutely choose to only do one of them, do some or even al of them! everything's fine by me!

15, 16, 21, 31, 34, 37 (her with her hyperfixations lol) and B and H

for me these are the most interesting ones based on her canon (and after reading your answer to the previous ask)

Ooooh no no, I'm doing ALL OF THEM <3 you don't deserve less given your support!

15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

It depends on the language she's speaking at the moment.

Obviously, if it's French, German or Russian (in that order of knowledge), she'll take a moment to think what she wants to say and how to say it... unless she is effing angry.

She is basically fluent enough in English to barely think about it unless it's some obscure vocabulary that she hasn't encountered before for some reason, and she has no shame in looking it up.

And Spanish (Castilian) is her mother tongue, so she just lets it out. She has the problem though that sometimes, she knows how to say it in one language but can't for the life of her remember how it is in the other, and viceversa (happens to me -_-)

And if she's angry, like ANGRY ANGRY she forgets any language and just howls at you in Spanish (while Soap's rolling on the floor usually)

16. What makes their stomach turn?

Literally? Creepy crawlies. Worms, centipedes (omg, those), slugs (not snails, those are cute), etc etc... makes her skin crawl. If she sees them and is prepared, is not that bad, but if she gets the nasty surprise she might even let out an undignified screech. Johnny only tried to prank her with a slug once, and she didn't talk to him for a week.

Figuratively? She has no problems with blood, guts, and all kind of side effects of being a SAS operative. But what grinds her gears is abuse. Of all kinds. She sees bullying or abuse of any kind, she'll get her hands dirty, consequences be damned. She was bullied while a kid until she started fighting back, and she'll be damned if she tolerates it in her presence.

21. Why do they get up in the morning?

*TRIGGER WARNING*

It hasn't been mentioned I think, and nobody asked, but after her parents death, and the following death of her only surviving grandparent, she fell into deep depression, not knowing what to do now that she was truly alone in the world. She even considered going to a cliff somewhere and... you get my meaning.

She instead decided to leave college and enlist, guided by grief and the desire of fighting the same kind of terrorists that murdered her parents (she worked that out in therapy long ago).

Meeting Johnny gave her an anchor, her person, the sibling she never had. They were each other's support, taking care of each other, and in her worst days, if she got up in the mornings was so he wouldn't have to worry.

Now in the TF141 she feels she has a purpose, a place where she belongs, and although some days it's still hard, it's steadily getting easier.

31. Who are they the most glad to have met?

Well, first and foremost, Johnny. Not even him is aware of how much his friendship has helped her. Riot literally has no one apart from him, prior to being in the Task Force. She is friends with Kate Laswell (no spoilers but... BUT), and was friendly with her squad, but she is quite an introverted person and for her is difficult to open up.

She is glad to finally be in the 141 (again, no spoilers, BUT), and she cares deeply for the core members, feeling 'at home' at last, and she's thankful that it seems they accept her. That Price has unofficially adopted her (making her sign up papers making him her next of kin) means more than she can say with mere words.

She'll be glad to meet Nikolai (in two chapters) and later down, Zhar, with whom she'll connect in ways she never expected, and quickly.

And of course... she's glad she's met Simon.

34. How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt?

She won't shake it. She'd dwell and drown on it. The loss of Phoenix Squad and her survival (if you can call what happened 'surviving') makes her feel survivor guilt that eats her alive in her worst moments. She couldn't have known, she couldn't have prevented, she couldn't have done anything to save them, but guilt is irrational.

37. Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)?

Lists. Lists and lists and lists. She can remember by heart dozens of dog breeds,recognize music bands just by the singer (but not know the name of the song), swear words in different languages including ones that she does not speak fluently (much to Zhar's disgust, Riot learnt bad words from Nikolai. Bad, bad Nikolai), has music in her head all the time and taps her fingers to the rythm or hums with it. But she'll forget to eat more often than not.

Notes in her phone, in napkins, in kleenex, food wrapping, on the back of her hand, in whatever piece of paper or card she can get her hands on if she absolutely needs to write something down or gets something in her head that needs to be remembered later.

Most of the time in a mix of English and Spanish, unless it's vocabulary of any of the languages she's obsessed with learning at the moment, or improving.

Her notes can (and do) include: chemistry or physics formulas (she forgets those most of the time or mixes them up, and needs them if Johnny is not near), names and pronouns of the recruits she's currently in charge of (along with nicknames if needed), the number of the nearest pizza chain, ...

B) What inspired you to create them?

Brainrot mostly. I started getting COD videos on TikTok and fics and gifs on Tumblr around last Christmas, and listening to ONE LINE, literally, from Ghost made me all mush. Then I started watching more and more, and got the itch, which I hadn't had in years. Like, ten years. I used to draw, I even had (it's still there but inactive) a gallery in DeviantArt, and I wrote fanfiction. Had shit happening in my life and I stopped, had no energy or motivation anymore.

I started fantasizing about writing again, had the script in my head, dialogues, I started taking handwritten notes, I wrote the first chapter in three hours by hand while watching over an exam. The character was fleshed out, at least the basics, since minute one, and I based Riot on my Commander Christine (lol) Shepard which can be seen here. The surname is from Vega from Street Fighter (which is supposed to be Spanish and it's so cringey but I like the name)

H) What trait do you admire most?

She's resilient and relentless. She's like a bull, she won't stop for anything if she has to get to you, tearing walls if needed. She also has a strong will and won't be swayed this or that way (unless you manage to manipulate her, in which case you better prepareAHEMLASWELL). Stands up to anything and anyone, no matter rank or size (and without care for the consequences... which is not really healthy, honestly)

#oc ask game #ask game #thanks for the ask!#i love asks #oc asks #christine riot vega #riot vega

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anothershittyaccount · 6 months ago

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Like you said it would be shitty if I left for a month for someone else and then came back a week later and you said even a month would be worse and at 3 months you'd be super pissed and in a new groove. Well you just up and left for almost a month. I thought you were going for the weekend and 24hrs later you are suddenly just gone and not coming back without any proposed return date. You don't even want to meet up to see the dogs, you won't let me bring them to you bc your parents wouldn't like it and you don't want to meet halfway and you certainly don't want to come to our house. And you said it's because I said the dogs were my possessions...but I literally didn't say that until after you declined 3 times to link up with them and when you agreed to watch them but then canceled the following morning that when I was like OK, I guess these are really only my dogs. And then with the divorce, if they are my dogs that equates to my personal property.

And then you are like now is not a good time to talk about it so I ask when is but you can't set a time and it's just like there's so many unanswered questions about your sudden departure, abandonment of the dogs and sudden return on your birthday. And with dropping out of the class and suddenly going full throttle into moving to the east and not coming back and then not even being able to tell me when we could meet up for weeks.

And like this is all because I woke up to you accessing my phone. No matter how bad I've wanted to access your phone without your consent, I haven't. And the fact that you were accessing my phone to get the insurance proof that you are an insured driver on my policy so your parents can get a reduced rate on their policy that they want to be separate from me thus making me pay more is just bullshit. So ya, I threw the fucking ring across the room. And like with the whole car focus, I said you needed to rent a car and that I would pay for it and then we started driving there and you told me if I made you get a rental car that I was paying for you would leave me so I was like if that's all it's going to take for you to leave me, I guess we're divorced anyway. Like you cheat on me, you spend $163k on losers behind my back and then you're going to leave me because I want to rent a car for you? Like fuck you. Of course I'm going to remove someone, who is going to end a 17 year relationship because they don't want me to rent them a car, from my insurance policies.

Legally we were married. We needed to be on the same policy. The fact that you were just like yes, I need a separate policy from you in addition to spending my separate finances while you supported me and I expect you to continue to pay for me while I continue to show you how little I value you was the end for me.

And like now you're in your class and your so stressed and you don't ever have time to talk about anything relevant to process this shitshow. It's never a good time. You are always busy. So I ask when is a good time and you're like when I'm not stressed and busy and when I'm not trying to relax, and thats literally all she does when she's out of class, so I'm like when will that be? Like what time should I bring this up again? Let's schedule a time to talk. Is that so fucking outlandish? I guess I'm the asshole tho, sure.

And she's all like she left because I made her reach her breaking point...because I threw a ring and wanted to rent her a car? Because I didn't want her to talk to scammers? Because I made her enroll in therapy? Because I told her I wanted their trash gifts out of our house? Because I made her share the financial details with me? Like what the fuck is so unreasonable about any of that?

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madchild-dennis · 2 years ago

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So Monday, after I posted this:

GUESS WHAT?

Someone showed up where I would normally be. Technically I stopped for MANY reason. But I'm sure the reason she showed up, was the reason I started showing back up. Because I and the person there are back on talking terms. I'm sure she thinks I'm going to the same thing with her.

For her AND HER SON, it's too FUCKING late for those kinds of acts from me. I already gave ENOUGH to them.

Story time. this is what transpired with the person at the location that I'm now back on speaking terms:

Few weeks ago at a place I frequented with people who are like family to me and a new annoying girl. You see I had a falling out with this girl. Why? She's a narcissist. The thing is because I am skilled knowledgeable and called upon often to help. She gets jealous or stir up problems. Especially with me. I mean even when I do nothing. Technically she just seem to like stirring up problems. I tried to be patient with her for months. But she finally got on my nerves and I avoided her but tried to be friendly. But then she stir up problem with customers and workers that literally interfere with me helping. This resulted in an altercation. From there apparently a bigger person was called. The next day there was a meeting. In that meeting she STILL couldn't get it into her head and I have had it with her. Because now she was going to ruin my good reputation as a customer service person. I have self control and she doesn't. Then she might continue to stir up problems at inappropriate times.

So I decided it's ENOUGH and WON'T return until she stops working there. However, God told me to return. And I chose to help out again because they needed my help. The thing is a few days later. The OG worker who has been TIRED of the girl's behaviour but too nice. She has been fed up and getting loud and short, especially with her. So one day I was helping and a newer newer girl couldn't do what the customer was asking. This is because she needed training. The customer couldn't wait and asked me. So I took the big job on. The thing is, it was going to take hours to complete with ease for me but much much longer for the newer newer worker. Plus I wasn't going to be paid. I actually don't get paid or get a lil change. So I knew I was doing it free. While typing and in the thick of it oh the back computer (1 of 3 in the whole place). A customer came with a smaller printing work. So they send it to the back computer as always to complete. But I was there. I needed to concentrate. So I nicely asked if the 2 front computers were busy. To then be loudly disrespected about it. I mean calmly saying it's in use would suffice. I was busy with a customer and didn't know. But NO. So I started to get pissed and paused the work to do the smaller one.

You see. I decided in my head that, it was the last of that and I would barely return. Maybe inform them as to why but just let it be. Because enough of that stress. So now when I'm almost finished, FINALLY. Another smaller project came. I was tired, hungry (hadn't eaten all day), back hurting me and more. No one knew and I kept it to myself. To hear it sent to the back. In which I sent it back up.

Then there was a loud commotion about sending it back and I MUST stop to do it. I said no. Either they do it or the new customer HAD TO wait. The customer said they couldn't and she loudly and disrespectfully said how she couldn't and I must. I ignored it with the customer I'm helping beside me and continued. Which resulted in louder commotion and demand that she won't let anyone back in who aren't works. Which was FINE BY ME, I already made that decision. Then continued loud commotion with swearing and treating me like the annoying girl who purposely perplexed people. Which I wasn't. I was WORKING for FREEE.

So, when I finished the task, I got up I returned with the same energy my DISTASTE. Loud with swearing and my annoyance of things I've ignored for a while now. Demanded that I MUST be heard. Then left.

What was certain was that she wanted to disrespect me. Because with the begining altercation with the annoying girl, I swore in the meeting. Which the lady came to me upset thought I disrespected her when I swore. She thought I did it to her to disrespect her. Which I made clear wasn't the case and apologized. So for her to choose to swear at me with such a stance on swearing. It is VERY CLEAR that she wanted to disrespect me and didn't care.

Anyway I didn't return at ALL except to show my face to the other persons I knew and was friends with. Only when God said so or to say I'm alive and fine. But didn't linger much, didn't say anything to her other than in the general morning or evening greetings and LEFT. ONLY on Sunday God directed me to go there and use the WiFi. Then while using it God told me to update her on what's going on. Obviously she had her pride and her crutch and USED IT HARD at the beginning. But afterwards, we spoke. But still no apology. But we seem to be on talking terms. Which is where I'll leave it. If that's where she want it. I will NOT put myself in a situation where people can willingly and intentionally disrespect me. Obviously that's the case. Especially with the unwillingness to apologize. If God says she cares and is worried and maybe can't sleep well at night because she concerned. Fine. But I would go back to where we it was with the expectation to be disrespected. NO!

So I believe Rhona showed up thinking the same thing will apply to her. HA!!

You see the lady above chose pride but cared and slipped up then. So I had no issue being the first to try. But those fucking assholes of individuals Rhona & Raheem have had ENOUGH. So if they expected the same kind of treatment like last year or early this year; TOO FUCKING LATE!!!

You see I don't even see those FUCKING ASSHOLES as people who love or care about me. The lady in the story above have tried. She try to help. Try not to judge. Try to help guide. And listened to make sure I'm okay RIGHT THROUGHOUT. Even if she disagreed. Those assholes couldn't give a shit, if I was sick, hungry, hospitalized, missing, hurt or more. But God said.

But let me pretend I'm wrong and God is right about them. If that's the case, then those fuckers are LITERALLY dying inside. In fact, they're on the brink of of death. Actually Raheem, is on borrowed breath. He's on life-support and he knows it but CHOOSE to floss and act like he is GREAT, UNBOTHERED AND LIVING HIS BEST LIFE. He can't even do that right at this point. But why would I say that?

Well, if on Saturday night when I went to check on my stuff with the assistance of police officers. After they spoke with Nicholas who was comfortably watching TV. On my way back to the station:

👮🏾‍♂️1: what did you to him? You know him love you A LOT.

Me: 🤷🏾‍♀️ I know.

👮🏾‍♂️1: no man you must do him something.

👮🏾‍♂️2: a squint she must squint him.

Me: 🤦🏾‍♀️...

(I won't even go into the parts where I shared I explained and they refuse to believe me; I digress)

After almost/a lil over 1 month with Nicholas. With no sex. His pain is SO visible. Then how he display it from frustration for NOT seeing me when he brought food to share with me on Monday and left. Maybe told the people who own the bar, angrily that I might gone a man Fi deh with them. Despite I already TOLD HIM, I had to disappear for a minute.

Then the dude who worked at the bar who likes me. But worked with it cause we have the same last name and struggle with that fact and his feelings is hurt by it/the assumed story. Then the dude who lied to himself who claimed to want to help but wanted MORE. He's hurt.

Then "JOHN" who I haven't spoke about for a while. I met in November last year. I fell for in late January. Then, he ask me to choose between him and who God said at the time. Then because I couldn't choose him (at the time) was hurt. Has BEEN hurt for months now. Then WORST the past few months when I'm out publicly dating men. Well WELL hurt.

Then there's apparently women. I think for a while cause I wasn't seen around men, people thought I was a Lesbian. So I sent to a place with Nicholas and saw subtle commotion like I hurt or shamed the girl security. Then Monday evening saw another female security I met before. I was surprised remembered me. But then saw energy change when she saw me enter the taxi with a guy and went by him (why I've been staying). Hearts just be breaking. Maybe more I don't seem to see.

So why wouldn't Raheem who God chose, said love me. Struggled when I was in 2020 and literally had CONSTIPATION from the struggle to choose, then. God, told me NOT to date for almost 2 years to preserve him and make sure the plan/promises are executed. See him and his mother struggle, upset or be bothered with the RUMOUR of me being involved with another person. I got threats of paralysis from God if I rejected Raheem. And this motherfucker NOT be the hurtest of hurts if God is right. 😂😂😂.

That asshole CAN'T SLEEP. MAYBE dreams of death to try to avoid the pain he's in. Then his mother who lost a great friend/best friend in a perfect, beautiful AWESOME and amazing daughter-in-law. Then to know, see, aware and FEEL the pain she KNOWS her son...no her one and ONLY child is in. She feeling it left right and center. But not as worst as he is.

But they chose & made their bed.

They can't do ALL that shit, especially when I TRIED on my own Accord or when insisted by God. Then they spat in my face then rub dog shit in it afterwards; metaphorically.

As you'll read the threads below:

And:

From about April to November 2021, it was a mixture of blocking, unblocking and more. Which was frustrating So from late October 2021 I was trying (as read in the thread above) Like:

Late October, she gave someone my number to reach out if they needed support in Canada. I was surprised. She didn't share any animosity between us so we assume she was reaching out. I tried to reciprocate by informing her I'm going to Jamaica and ask her for help. When that is help didn't work I brought it back to her. To see her cuss and tell me to ask other people. So I said Kool.

I arrived kept my distance but she had my stuff. I tried to get my stuff calmly. Then was met with rudeness. So I walked for my shit in hopes I'm done with them and their fuckery. As read above. She literally talk about knocking me out and killing me. Acting aggressive. I returned which sweats and say to come do it I don't care. I got my shit and left. For her to call someone. Telling them I was acting mad/crazy. Then imply they didn't go around me the year before or more. Causing more problems and such.

I went with the landlord, Dave, as mediator and TRIED to resolve things. Let him spoke first. Then tried the next day when she said to come by. He spoke to both. Then I tried to afterwards. No response from him or more fuckery and lies. She said she didn't like how I came to Jamaica and didn't say anything. Plus the disrespect from the swearing and commotion. This was Friday and Saturday.

The Sunday after my parents attacked. They went and join the commotion. Calling people and LIED. I heard her on the phone with my own EARS. I have it even recorded. Lying about my age. Saying my crazy/mentally ill. Saying I'm NOT Jamaican, despite knowing already that I am. All the fuckery my parents started she continue with. Which also led to the LEAVE ME ALONE video. Spreading some cock and bull shit.

I let them be. But Dec 4, 2021 God insisted I Acted Married/more married than I was. I wore a ring, didn't entertain anyone and said I was God-declared married. So I said fine. If I was married for real I would put in effort and try and try until I couldn't try anymore. So I went to their house. Then because of the commotion the last time I sat by the gate until acknowledged. I was there for 4 hours in sun, drizzling rain and more. Until given a coconut then told how I didn't say morning or any greeting. I didn't eat anything that morning because God insisted I must just GO! Plus they weren't all nice during those 4 hours. I heard in-between my music in my headset, commotion about if I ever did what I did before. Or if they'd put a sponge or some shit in the second unoccupied house. Basically trying to figure out why I came. Then rain came when they welcomed me in. Then me and Rhona spoke and seem to resolve things. Then I tried with Raheem and same fuckery; lies and more. Then it got worst. While TRYING with him. Calmly talking about the past. Or while he choose to lie, gaslight or act like it didn't happen. I chose to gave him a example. Gently touch his nose as he did the year before. To see if it was NOTHING as he claimed. He intentionally pushed me TWICE. Not caring what happened to me while I sat on a building block. Because of his act, I scrapped my foot against the block {that's the first and will be the last time he EVER intentionally harm me physically in any malicious intent. If he EVER attempts there WILL be SERIOUS consequences; I guarantee it. Or I won't even be near him for him to be able to can try}. At the end Rhona prayed. Reprimanded him but he got loud and aggressive talking about I taunted him. I stormed home and made the I'm Married...& I'm Going To Act Like It video.

Then I was in the hospital December 15, 2021 to January 8, 2022, because of my parent's FUCKERY. None of them showed up or called.

When I returned heard the following being spread around by her in the community: "I'm obsessed with her son and him happy with his girlfriend and Nuh want me..." "I am a mad/crazy woman wanted in Canada..." "I'mad person wanted by her parents..." So much more. Then rumours of the girl and Raheem getting married. Where I said, happy for them. Go ahead. They are ADULTS. If they want to Go ahead. It's God and them with that. Much more fuckery. Then heard how indirectly being ask WHAT IM BRINGING TO THE TABLE. (😂😂😂 I knew I was the whole FUCKING table then plus they knew it too. Bet they regret that shit) A whole bunch of FUCKERY.

There was a calm from her and his fuckery for some time. But then I started to like someone, "John". So I guess that's what shut them the FUCK up for a while.

Then I disappeared. due to the molestation. Then TRIED AGAIN, by going to their church to then be indirectly attacked by their church sister. Giving pointed rebuke from the podium. It's a small church.

Then when I TRIED AGAIN. After returning from Westmoreland spending $12,000 JMD to reach that Sunday night. To trust God tfor what he said. Sat at her door. To hear the latch close on me, ignored and homeless and NO bed you sleep on that night.

How many FUCKING CHANCES must they get. How much time must I fucking try. EXACT-FUCKING-LY.

If since then I found someone who LOVED me and even when we broke up made sure I had food. Shared EVERYTHING. If not him. Others can't fathom hearing I didn't eat. Other men making sure I'm fine. Even for one night. If I'm by their place come back it food. Thinks about what I may need and make sure I don't lack. Or Nicholas who sees my value that even when we're NOT together doesn't even not want to not be with me. The FUCK should I care or give them a chance.

PLUS, the only person seem to be showing up is Rhona. And as much as I think if I'm good with her instantly he's there. But here's the thing. I ain't marrying her. I ain't fucking her. She at some point will die. So resolving shit with her is second to him. Who I have to marry and live with for the rest of my FUCKING life, which is forever. THEN on top of shit he has treated me the FUCKING WORST than his disgusting asshole of a mother. So imagine him. I mean when I try, she at least softens or responds or at one point she came with her laptop to get me to fix it. I think trying, but in a very rude way. Maybe she doesn't know better. But at least she FUCKING TRIES.

So what does that make him. When his mother who is KNOWN to have a disgusting fucking attitude. Many know this. But she Tried, or reciprocate. Or let down her guard and admits she like me. I don't need much from her than to humble herself. Start the conversation with me and apologize.

While him, MOTHERFUCKING Raheem Akeem Romari Fucking Fowler, who's known to be the quiet, nice good guy. Has much much more he got to do. In fact. I don't even want to hear her, his fucking mother, try shit until he does. I mean I ain't marrying her. I don't NEED her, nor her friendship. Nor am I interested in one while I don't speak to Raheem. If I don't speak to him, I don't speak to her. I ain't going to be friend with her until he does what God said he wants, desires or needs. That means my requirements are valid. They weren't enough before. But now that I was allowed to be with someone and more. They are enough now...for now

The requirements:

Starting with:

Continuing with

If that means to accomplish it he has to:

Miss a class to do it...HE FUCKING HAVE TO MISS IT

Miss an exam to do it...HE FUCKING HAVE TO MISS IT.

Spend money he has saved for something...FUCKING SPEND IT

Take cussing or have a conversation that's NOT calm...HE HAS A NOT CALM CONVERSATION/ARGUMENT/CUSSING.

Be judged, cussed and ridicule for it...BE FUCKING JUDGED, CUSSED & RIDICULED FOR IT

Have to borrow some money...BORROW THE FUCKING MONEY.

Be attacked, threatened & more...TAKE THE ATTACK, THREAT AND MORE, PLUS WELCOME TO THE FUCKING CLUB.

Suffer a little and not have comforts and support as you're used to...SUFFER A-FUCKING LITTLE, AND WELCOME TO THE FUCKING CLUB. PLUS IT AIN'T A SMALL SUFFERING FOR ME AS IT WOULD BE FOR YOU. YOU FUCKING MOTHER WON'T ALLOW IT even if your other family might

Anything he has to do...HE FUCKING DO IT!!!

...or take the consequences.

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error404vnotfound · 1 month ago

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okay for context my mother got a boyfriend just a year after my father died. yes the same woman that was kicking pissing herself woe is me when my father was dying making it all about herself. yes also the same woman that was already entertaining a relationship with a different dude when my father was literally dying in our living room for months

anyways she told me this at the end of summer, informing me that the following day that man would 1. come to our house the next day (she told me this at 11 pm btw) 2. that i had to get used to having him around and 3. even having him sleeping over

i told her that i didn't want any of those things because having people in the house stresses me out. especially if i havent met them before

she ignored me, of course, and i dealt with it by having a couple panic attacks under my desk while they were both downstairs

this same situation has happened a couple of times since. for most I've tried to not be in the house (staying at university until the libraries closed or hiding in a friend's house)

the other day she told me that he would be here all Sunday afternoon. yes that time of the week where nothing is open and there's no place to hide outside of the house. my friend wasn't home for the weekend so i was stuck

before doing what I did, I did communicate again to her that I didn't want him here and why. she, of course, ignored me

so i sent a text to the dude. until today I had no issue with him, and i just explained the situation. I told him I had nothing against him nor his relationship with my mother, but that his presence at my home made me deeply uncomfortable and that it was counterproductive to eventually having an okay relationship with me. I told him that if he'd rather keep as he had been, invading my safe space now knowing how much distress it caused me, that he was welcome to do so but that i would then refuse to have any kind of polite relationship with him. I also told him I had no issue with meeting him on neutral ground. you know. like you usually introduce new people

he read the text but didn't answer me. later that night my mother told me he would be here in the morning instead and that i shouldn't care because i would be asleep anyways (i got such a good night's sleep thanks to this guys you can't imagine) (this is sarcasm)

eventually they left and an hour or so later i got an answer from him. and so our highlight reel can commence

first a beautiful red flag of a thing to say when you are dating someone with kids: "our relationship is our own and has nothing to do with you".

"i have offered to meet wherever you feel most comfortable" why do you keep coming to the house then, forcing me to stay locked inside my room

oh wait he tells us why: "but I won't stop coming into the house if she invites me to" cool dude 👍 then don't say the first part

"im not making anyone talk to me" dude if you'd learnt how to read you'd see that my problem is that you are in the house at all

"things in life are meant to be faced and gotten over, not evade them" sure man. I'll just keep having panic attacks don't worry you could have saved us both a lot of time by just saying "im selfish and don't give a fuck. rot in hell"

hilarious text, but now we get into my mother's a couple of hours later

"parents are meant to prepare their children to be able to face the outside world, so they don't get lost or suffer" excellent point. why are you then making me suffer in my own home

"you have always had autism" oh right. that's why you brought me to a therapist as soon as you noticed so I could learn healthy coping strategies, and how to live in a world that torments me at every step. oh wait. you didn't do that. i suffered most of my life feeling othered and then I had to do my own research to find out what was "wrong" with me. oh yeah she also brings my father up as him being autistic too like she wasn't the one to marry him like ???? how is that my problem that you married an autistic man and then had an autistic child. shocker.

"you must decide if you'll fight your autism or let it rule you instead" woman this is not how autism works. i am the autism

"I'm willing to look for external help... but I refuse to have another therapist telling me to leave you be" because yes my friends, my therapist who specialises in autistic people already told her that i was not engaging in any harmful behaviour and that SHE WAS THE PROBLEM. but of course she wouldn't hear that

"my mistake has been not forcing you into situations you are uncomfortable with" ... I don't think not putting your child into panic attack triggering situations is a mistake, but again, you have never not forced me to deal with stuff on my own so. idk what this is about

"face to face you stay silent" factual lie. ive complained multiple times about this. but again she just ignores what i have to say because it isn't what she wants to hear

"i hope that if we do this we'll be able to mend our relationship" exactly. you read here first guys. giving your child panic attacks is the way to having them love you

again could have saved both of us a lot of time by sending "i am a selfish person and my enjoyment is more important than your wellbeing. love you tho"

en fin I just needed to rant my feelings out. hopefully this was entertaining

who wants a most hilarious sentences from the texts i just received rant

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emeraldenha · 3 years ago

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❈ SUMMARY. though managing to stay in touch, you and Nishimura Riki were forced to live separate lives at different paces, but that was just the new normal. however, after seeing you again during your annual summer visit, he finds himself deep in trouble when faced with acknowledging his hidden feelings.

❈ PAIRING. childhood friend!ni-ki x fem!reader

❈ GENRE. friends to lovers, fake dating trope, mutual pining, fluff

❈ W/C. +6.6k words

❈ WARNINGS. not even cursing for this one folks, just pure and simple fluff <3

“you said what?”

“I may have told my friends that I have a girlfriend and they didn’t believe me so… I need your help.”

“well, they obviously don’t believe you because you don’t have one.”

“y/n, please!”

“no, riki!” you let out a frustrated sigh, still processing the fact that your childhood friend had called you over the phone just for this. “why would you lie to them?”

you and riki had known each other since you were little, your moms being the best of friends. you had even lived in the same neighborhood growing up until your last year of middle school, but then your father’s job required you to move a bit further out of the area and you had seen riki significantly less now that you were also enrolled into a different high school.

it was an unspoken rule that you always called first. riki could barely even respond to text messages as is, so it was rare for him to make the effort to call you when the both of you were so busy living your own separate lives.

and that was exactly why you had a bad feeling when you saw his contact illuminating your screen. riki was only ever desperate enough to call you when it came to asking for favors.

“because they said I was too childish to get a girlfriend! I just wanted to prove them wrong,” he explains in an ironically childish manner.

you groan in annoyance, “and why does that have to involve me?”

“you’re the only girl I talk to,” he begrudgingly admits, his voice lowering as if he'd just revealed a big secret. “all I'm asking for is one hang out. after that, I'll make up an excuse so you won't have to keep up the act for too long.”

“and how do you plan on doing that?” you question him, hoping that he'll realize his flawed logic and drop the matter all together. “if you've somehow forgotten, I live like a couple hours away from you. how am I supposed to meet your friends, huh?”

you wait for him to respond on the other end of the call, assuming he was trying to think of a feasible answer.

“school ends after finals in two weeks.”

“so?”

“my mom told me your family is planning to visit again over the summer,” he says matter-of-factly. “that's literally right around the corner! this could totally work.”

you hated that he was technically right. everything on paper sounded like a solid line of action.

'of course it does,' you think. 'scheming was embedded into riki's nature.'

you hear him clear his throat after a long silence, “I won’t ask you for something like this ever again, I promise.”

“can't you just, I don't know, tell them the truth instead?” you ask in one last final attempt.

he lets out a dry chuckle and you can practically picture him shaking his head at your suggestion, “no, my pride won't allow that.”

“you’re so reckless sometimes,” you exhale, lying down on your bed and staring blankly at the ceiling. “but fine, I’ll be your fake summer fling or whatever. do anything crazy and I’ll kill you.”

“are you threatening me?”

“yes, I am very much threatening you.”

you were sweating bullets the moment you and your parents arrived at the nishimura residence and it wasn’t just from the summer heat.

you knew that this was the place you’d be staying at considering your family was always welcomed at the nishimura's, but upon your actual arrival, you wanted to pass out.

“it's so nice to see you, y/n!” riki's mother pulls you into a bone-crushing hug. “you've grown so much since the last time I saw you.”

“mom, we saw her last winter for the holidays. it hasn't been that long,” riki grumbles, embarrassed by her overbearing liveliness.

“oh, don't be silly! that was still around half a year ago,” mrs. nishimura argues as she untangles her arms from yours, waving a hand at her son dismissively. “you kids are still in high school. look at how tall riki has gotten lately!”

“mom,” riki facepalms himself, muttering incoherent words into his sweater paw.

“he really is getting taller,” you father muses, instinctively moving to size up to him. he laughs with a strong clap to riki's back. “he'll most likely surpass my height someday.”

riki ends up stumbling forward, coincidentally right in front of where you were standing.

“hey,” you smile softly.

riki finds his footing, sheepishly returning your smile when he does, “hey.”

the two of your families end up talking outside for another handful of minutes, never a missing beat of conversation or laughter before deciding to finally head inside.

“riki, help y/n with her bags,” his father instructs him, walking inside while holding some reusable bags of food and a cooler your parents had brought on your little road trip here.

riki turns to you, watching you struggle to carry your luggage with two backpacks slung over each of your shoulders.

“give me those,” he tilts his chin towards the backpacks obviously weighing on your back.

“I've got it,” you stubbornly deny his offer.

riki rolls his eyes, wordlessly untangling the straps of your bags from your arms until they're in his grasp. you choose not to start an argument over it as you enter the house, simply setting your luggage at the base of the staircase along with your family's other belongings.

“you two can go up to riki's room to catch up,” riki's mother says while taking a seat on their living room couch. “us adults will just continue chatting downstairs.”

you nod and thank his parents for their hospitality, following riki as he leads you towards the familiar route to his room.

the first thing you do when riki closes the door is land a hard smack on his arm.

“ouch, what was that for?” he pouts, rubbing the spot that took the most impact.

“you seriously have to ask?” you huff. “it's for whatever mess you're getting me into with this whole fake dating thing. I still can't believe you roped me into that, like what were you thinking?”

“why are you so mad?”

“I'm not mad,” you bicker. “you're just annoying.”

riki pretends as if he didn't hear your comment, “since you brought it up, should we go over the plan?”

“I guess so,” you eventually cave in with a shrug. “I have some questions anyways.”

he nods, “ask away.”

“first things first, how large is your friend group?” you make yourself comfortable on riki's bed while he plops onto one of his beanbag chairs on the floor.

he thinks for a moment, “there's seven of us including me.”

you blink, not expecting his answer, “I have to play girlfriend for six of your guy friends?”

“don't say it like that!”

“say it like what?”

“the whole 'play girlfriend' thing!” he whines dramatically. “it's weird when you put it like that.”

“but isn't that basically what this is?” you give him a weird look. “it was your idea to fake date; I don't know why you're so squirmy over it all of a sudden.”

riki doesn't respond, acknowledging that you had a point.

“it feels like I sort of have a secret identity now,” you change topics to spare riki the embarrassment. the whole ordeal in itself was already enough. “I'm still offended you've never told them about me though.”

you dramatically wipe the nonexistent tears on your cheek.

“I have mentioned you to them before,” riki discloses, unconsciously pursing his lips together. “it's just that I've only mention you in passing, so I've never really told them your name.”

'just that you're my childhood crush.'

“what kind of stuff did you say about me? all good things I hope,” you playfully tease him.

riki diverts his gaze, fixing his hair to distract himself, “I don't really remember,” he lies straight through his teeth. “probably just stuff that was relevant for when I was telling old stories or something like that.”

“makes sense,” you nod, not suspecting a thing — fortunately, in his case.

riki would rather jump off a cliff than profess that he's basically had a crush on you for as long as he's been alive.

“okay,” you exclaim as you criss-cross your legs with a pillow resting in your lap. “what's our backstory?”

“okay so,” he starts, adjusting his sitting position to straighten his posture. “I told them you're my long distance girlfriend that I randomly meet while accidentally text messaging the wrong number and—”

“wait, why would you accidentally text message the wrong number?” you interject.

“because jay got a new phone recently and I just lied and said that I mistyped one of the numbers into his contact info,” he quickly runs through the information.

“wow, you think fast on your feet.”

“I know, now let me finish.”

you roll your eyes but let him continue.

“jay got his new number a few months ago, so I said that we've been talking for two months and have been dating for one,” riki elaborates with a bunch of hand gestures for full effect. “your family is visiting since you come from the countryside and have some relatives here that you usually come to see during vacation.” he racks his brain to reiterate as much as possible before adding, “and we don't have to act super intimate or anything because they think we'll be meeting in person for the first time.”

you scrunch your nose at that last bit, “you said that you've never met me before? they must think I'm a catfish then.”

“hey, it was a smart move on my part!” he defends himself. “plus, I've already added that we've also been talking through facetime. there you have it, catfishing accusations avoided!”

listening to that, you were almost jealous of yourself as his fake girlfriend.

'at least she got facetime calls.'

“you've really thought this through,” you shake your head in disbelief.

riki smirks, evidently proud in himself, “I take my secrets to the grave, y/n.”

“I don't doubt that.”

riki abruptly lifts himself off his beanbag chair and makes his way towards where you were sitting, mimicking your criss-crossed position on the bed as he sits facing towards you.

“are you sure you're okay with doing this?” he hesitantly pops the question. “I know I sort of coursed you into doing this favor for me, but I won't go through with it if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“I'll be fine,” you shrug like it's no big deal. “it's not like this will change anything, right?”

internally, you were freaking out a little. you had been on a couple dates after you and riki parted for high school, but they had never really went anywhere. at the end of the day, you were still the same single, boyfriendless girl that riki had gotten to know all his life.

the same girl that developed feelings for her childhood best friend all those years ago.

beneath the surface, you had always liked riki but did little to act on it.

especially after losing the luxury to walk to his house that was five minutes away or be able to sit next to him in class, it felt pointless to chase after someone that wouldn't even send a simple text if his life depended on it. you were well aware that riki would never be the type who show'd he cared — even when he did — as a kid, but you had expected that maybe he would start trying a little harder considering you were no longer within close distance.

despite your high hopes, it was still you doing all the heavy lifting and you took it as a sign that you had lost all real significance in his life.

you couldn't help but wonder if this plan of his would parallel to all your other failed dates and attempts at romance, or if this was your chance to make your relationship with riki something more.

“yeah,” riki agrees. “nothing will change.”

'nothing will change. don't give your hopes up... again.'

“good,” you force a smile without a thought, trying to block out the chunks of negativity floating in the back of your brain.

“we're going to the amusement park,” he informs you with a smile of his own, ruffling your hair with his hand until it began to jumble at the top of your head. “we're meeting them tomorrow morning at nine, be ready by then.”

nine o'clock soon becomes nine-thirty by the time everyone gathers together in front of your intended meeting spot outside the amusement park.

when you and riki had first arrived at nine o'clock sharp — due to your punctuality — a couple of his friends were already there. you counted three after exchanging brief introductions.

“where are the rest?” riki searches around but fails to catch sight of his missing friends.

“we all came together,” one of the boys, who you learned was jake, says while pointing to himself and the other two. “the other three must've gone in heeseung's car. they'll probably be here soon.”

“it's nice to meet you, y/n!” sunoo beams at you brightly, shifting everyone's attention onto you.

“thank you,” a smile makes its way onto your face. “it's nice to meet you too.”

“riki said you're from the countryside,” jay prompts in flow of the conversation.

you nod, keeping in line with the backstory riki formulated, “that's correct.”

in actuality, that was completely false. you didn't move that far after you graduated middle school. you were still relatively within the city.

“really?” jay says in surprise. “your dialect sounds the same as ours though.”

well, you hadn't thought about that.

“my parents only moved to the countryside right before I was born,” you awkwardly laugh, scratching the back of your neck. “I'm comfortable speaking in both dialects, since I speak them both in and outside of home respectively.”

lies, lies, lies.

your heart was racing. you weren't used to this.

“good going, jay,” jake's voice drips with sarcasm as he nudges jay in the side. “you've made her uncomfortable.”

“it's okay!” you laugh it off, saved by a trio of boys approaching where you and everyone else were standing.

“sorry for being late! parking was an absolute nightmare,” the boy in the center apologizes, twirling a set of car keys around his index finger.

'that must be heeseung.'

“it's fine,” jay leisurely brushes off the apology, taking a moment to stretch. “at least now we're all here.”

“guys,” riki shouts, subtly wrapping an arm around your waist. “this is y/n. y/n, this is sunghoon, heeseung, and jungwon.”

he points each of them out from left to right.

you go through another round of 'nice to meet yous' before jungwon speaks up.

“I hope you'll be able to feel comfortable around us, y/n! don't be nervous and have fun,” his words put you at ease and you manage to sincerely thank him for his reassurance amidst the initial surprise.

“now that the formalities are out of the way,” sunoo points towards the amusement park entrance. “shall we get going?”

there's a harmonious dynamic within the group you can't quite put your finger on. they were so full of energy that the morning was already spiraling by and their silliness made you laugh so hard that you though you'd burst a lung.

and they also made sure to make you feel as welcomed as possible, which you had greatly appreciated.

you had plenty of friends at your high school, but oftentimes, you preferred to be more on the reserved side. your daily schedule was a repeated sequence of studying and chatting about mindless things like the weather.

this was the perfect start to your summer, a breath of fresh air. you couldn't remember the last time you were this carefree.

“riki, riki, riki,” you cling onto him as he drags the both of you off the exiting platform of the rollercoaster ride. “I feel so dizzy. I'm about to be sick.”

“you'll be fine,” is all riki says in response, but he lets you place your hand on his shoulder as you descend down the set of stairs to rejoin the rest of the group.

as everyone continues strolling through the walkway, most of them are debating on what they should do next, riki pitches in on their discussion while you stay a bit behind next to heeseung and jake.

“I heard you say riki earlier,” heeseung looks over at you, tilting his head in confusion. “you call him by his real name?”

“real name?” you let out an uncomfortable laugh. “of course I do. what else would I call him?”

“he only let's us address him by his nickname, ni-ki,” jake chimes into the conversation.

“really?” you say with genuine awe, a dumbfounded expression on your face. “I didn't know that.”

heeseung and jake exchange knowing looks.

with an airy chuckle, heeseung casually says, “guess that just means you're special.”

the thought alone could make your heart burst.

you swear that by noon, you could confirm that these boys do not rest. there's never an awkward pause of silence, and as you soon learned, no breaks either.

“stop oversharing my embarrassing childhood past to y/n! it makes for a bad first impression,” sunghoon tries to tackle sunoo who had been talking to you about him after sunghoon made a fool of himself on the tea cup ride.

“don't worry, I don't judge,” you attempt to lighten the mood at the sight of sunghoon's reddening cheeks. “if you think your stories are embarrassing, then riki clearly hasn't told you enough of his. riki was so cute when he was a kid!”

jay slowly halts his laughter, curiously raising an eyebrow, “how would you know?”

your eyes widen by a fraction and it takes you a second to think of what to say, “he showed me some of his baby pictures one time.”

“he did?” sunoo gasps, clutching at your arm and giving it an enthusiastic shake. “can I see?”

riki purses his lips, removing sunoo's hands off your arm before drawing you closer, “no, keep dreaming.”

you liked this riki.

“boo, you're no fun,” sunoo says with disappointment.

“wait, guys!” jungwon calls out to the group, waving them over. “isn't that the new rollercoaster they added earlier this year? it looks insane! we should totally go on that one next.”

everyone immediately seems to agree in unison, while you on the other hand, could only stare at the rollercoaster they were referring to in awe, mouth agape.

“close your mouth; you'll catch flies,” riki snickers from beside you, gently pushing up your chin with his finger.

you're too distracted to even mentally fawn over the gesture.

“there's no way I'm going on that death contraption,” you say, wincing at the loud screams coming from afar. “you guys can go ahead. I'll sit and wait around here somewhere.”

riki sighs before intertwining your fingers with his, “are you sure? I don't want you staying here all alone by yourself. it might take awhile since the line is long.”

“I'll opt out!” sunoo volunteers, overhearing your conversation. “rollercoasters are overrated anyways. I want to get some cotton candy.”

“just say you're a scaredy cat,” sunghoon teases using a baby voice, poking at sunoo's cheek.

“are you sure you'll be alright?” riki pesters you again with the question, giving your hand a light squeeze. “I can stay back if you want.”

“yah, are you saying you don't trust me to accompany her?” sunoo yells with an offended expression.

riki ignores sunoo's comment, eyes only on you as he waits for your response.

you couldn't remember the last time riki was this openly concerned over your wellbeing, even if it was as simple as not wanting to leave your side in a crowded space.

“it's just a rollercoaster ride,” you laugh, nervous under his gaze. it makes you afraid that you'll get greedy, greedy for his attention on you like this. “go and have fun! I'll just walk around with sunoo for a little bit and I'll see you again in no time.”

riki finally turns to sunoo, fiercely narrowing his eyes at the boy, “if you lose her, I'll never forgive you.”

you roll your eyes, letting go of his hand to playfully slap his chest, “I'm not a dog.”

“yeah, I know you're not,” riki grabs you by your elbow and tugs you closer, kissing your cheek so quickly that you can barely even process it. “but you're mine,” he whispers, a cheeky grin playing on his lips.

before you can muster a response, he's already jogging to get in line for the ride, hauling the rest of his friends with him.

“that kid,” sunoo tsks. you turn around to see him standing behind you, arms crossed. “what possessed him to start using pick-up lines? watching that gave me shivers.”

he acts as if a shiver ran down his spine, garnering a laugh from you at his antics.

the nearest food stalls are a fair walk from where you originally were, but sunoo doesn't lose his determination in search of getting his sugar high. once he's able to spot a row of cotton candy on display, he animatedly spends his money on the overpriced goods, not forgetting to buy one for you.

“thanks for the cotton candy,” you stuff the pastel pink substance into your mouth. “you really didn't have to get me any.”

“it's no problem,” sunoo cheerfully assures you. “think of it as a token of our friendship! any friend of riki is a friend of mine, well, girlfriend in your case.”

his statement leave you flustered as you're reminded of why you're here in the first place. you were here to be riki's fake girlfriend.

“are you having a good time?” sunoo asks. “I hope it's not too overwhelming to be hanging out with a bunch of people you've never met before.”

“it's not overwhelming, I promise,” you shyly deny. “you all are super nice and thoughtful. I'm glad I could come.”

“that's perfect then!” he says with a bright smile, picking at more of his cotton candy. “you seem really nice too. you know, when he first told us about you, we thought he was just bluffing. but you and him look really cute together. I'm rooting for you.”

“thanks,” you giggle, taking a moment to pretend as if all of this were real. “I like riki a lot. I've never felt this way for someone before, only him.”

“aw, that's so adorable.”

you can't help but smile to yourself, imagining what it'd be like if you and riki were actually together.

“take care of ni-ki's heart, okay?” sunoo says half-jokingly, a serious undertone lying beneath his words. “I'm trusting you.”

you're unable to look up from your feet but manage to hum in response, “I will.”

you feel guilty for lying, but even more so, you wish you could ask him for advice. there was so much you wanted to get off your chest that you couldn't, because the reality was that you weren't riki's girlfriend, even though you wanted to be.

and how could you possibly take care of a heart that was never given to you?

nishimura riki was a liar, because after that day at the amusement park, you were invited to hang out with his friends more than once. in fact, it took up the majority of your short-lived vacation before you were supposed to return home for your parents to start working again.

“kids, dinner's ready!”

you make your way downstairs to the dining room, riki closely behind. it was meant to be your last meal before hitting the road early tomorrow morning.

“so y/n,” your father melodramatically clears his throat to catch everyone's attention, halfway into the meal. “we have something that we've been meaning to talk about.”

your eyes widen at the phrasing of his words, “what is it?”

“it's nothing serious,” riki's mother chuckles in amusement. “he's just trying to scare you.”

“oh,” you exhale with a sense of relief.

“anyways,” your mother gets straight to the point. “your father and I were talking about how you seem to be enjoying your time here, so the nishimura's are offering to let you stay until you have to come back for school.”

her words were almost music to your ears. you had missed the place you once called home, and truthfully, the people in it.

you can practically feel your eyes sparking, “I can do that?”

“we'd love to have you here for the rest of the summer, if that's what you want,” riki's father says.

“of course,” you nod eagerly, unable to hide the wide smile stretched on your face. “I'd love to stay.”

however, managing to hide the fact that you and riki had known each other since childhood atop of faking an entire relationship, was more stressful than you had anticipated.

it's not like you had expected to keep up the act for this long.

every time you asked riki if he could end the fiasco by simply telling them the truth, he'd shut you down with a slew of excuses and would quickly change the subject.

so you were riki's fake girlfriend for the time being, and inevitably, there were multiple slip ups that almost got you exposed.

riki: don't come out of your room

y/n: ooo look who's texting first👀

riki: not the point🙄

riki: some of the boys just showed up out of nowhere and I can't let them see that you're staying here

you: got it, captain! wasn't planning on getting out of bed anyways lol

you: can you bring some food up later tho

you: I'll probably get hungry at some point

riki: I'll try but if I almost get caught then I'm aborting mission🤷‍♂️

you: then what am I supposed to do??

riki: starve ig

riki silently giggles to himself as he sends that last text message, reveling in the enjoyment he always gets after poking fun at you.

the boys that had come over were walking down the short hallway upstairs to head towards his room as per usual.

“hey, I think I left my hoodie in one of the drawers of your guest room a while back,” sunghoon says, causing riki's attention to instantly draw away from his phone. “I'll go get it real quick.”

the worst case scenario was already in motion. sunghoon was detouring to the room you were staying in.

“no, you can't go in there!” riki uses his body to block off the door. “my parents have some guests staying over, so all their stuff is inside.”

“it'll just be a second—”

“I think someone's sleeping in there right now,” he interrupts sunghoon mid-phrase, switching his voice into a whisper. “it's best that you get it back later.”

“oh, okay,” sunghoon mumbles while retracting his steps, startled by riki's urgency. “sorry, I'll retrieve it next time.”

you: heard the commotion just now

you: hope you didn't break your back guarding the door lol <3

riki: ...

riki: we do not EVER speak of this again

then, there was the trivia game incident.

since you were the group's newest addition, they took advantage of finally being an even number of eight people to play games with you and riki automatically being partners as the so-called couple of the bunch.

it was jake's idea, as he was apparently the proclaimed host of game night that was always done at his house, to play a trivia game that was stuffed into the back of his board game shelf. you and riki were currently in the lead with jay and jungwon in second.

“next question is for y/n,” jake announces, picking up one of the question cards from the deck. “what's your partner's favorite superhero?”

“easy,” you chuckle, waiting for riki to write down his answer first. “it's spider-man.”

you were surprised when riki flipped his board around to reveal something completely different.

“I guess someone got too confident,” jay laughs, anticipating to shift the momentum of the game now that you were off your winning streak.

sunghoon furrows his eyebrows, “no, y/n is right. ni-ki's mentioned before that spider-man is his favorite.”

a perplexed expression crosses riki's face as he notices his mistake, but you know more than anyone that he got it wrong on purpose.

“oops, my bad.”

jake sighs, “another point for y/n and ni-ki's team.”

he moves your game piece on the game board by a space.

“how do you guys know more random facts about each other than the rest of us,” sunoo whines, bewildered.

“yeah, even heeseung got like a third of my questions wrong,” jake adds. “so much for ramyeonz line.”

you casually shrug, “I must have really good memory.”

as expected, you and riki end up winning the game with ease, even with riki's attempts to sabotage it.

you understand what he's trying to do but decide to feign obliviousness.

“y/n,” riki lightly nudges your arm. “want to come with me to get more snacks?”

“why do I need to come—”

“just help me,” riki discreetly gives you a sharp look before dissolving into a much less scarier one. “I'll need an extra hand.”

you slowly stand up from your spot on the floor, trailing behind him as he guides you into the kitchen.

riki doesn't say anything in the beginning, only obtaining the bags of chips to refill the empty snack bowls with.

“so what's up?” you ask nonchalantly.

“you need to stop being so competitive or else they're going to find out,” he nags, not beating around the bush.

“why is this all my fault?” you take a deep breath, nowhere near prepared to discuss the matter. “you answered a lot of my questions right too.”

“but I made sure to a miss a couple every now and then so that it wouldn't look suspicious.”

“you wouldn't have to if you told them the truth.”

riki runs a hand through his hair, “you know that's not an option.”

“come on, riki, they're your friends. don't you see that this is turning into more than just a small white lie? don't you feel sorry for lying to them?”

“look, y/n, we're too deep into this to back out now. can't we just do what we've been doing for a little longer?”

you scoff, “are we seriously never going to tell them because of your stupid pride?”

“I'm not doing this for my pride!” riki whisper-shouts, taking a step closer to you.

you slam your hand on the granite counter, “then what is it?”

“hey, is everything okay in here?” jay unexpectedly swings by, leaning on the doorframe. “you guys were taking a while and jake's ready to start the next game.”

there's a tense atmosphere in the air.

“everything's fine,” you say, beelining out of the kitchen without another word.

jay looks over his shoulder, watching as you speed-walk past him, “you guys didn't fight, did you?”

riki can only sigh and shake his head, exiting in the same fashion with the bowls of snacks you had forgotten to take with you on your way out.

'just hang in a little longer, y/n,' riki tells himself, wishing he had the courage to say those words to your face. 'I don't want to let go of you just yet.'

you had the urge to applaud yourself for putting in so much unnecessarily effort into sticking with riki's plan.

the two of you had lacked any sort of proper communication after the clash that had occurred in jake's kitchen, and you had reluctantly settled on complying with his wishes for the rest of the summer.

you still enjoyed having fun with him and the group, your heart forever remaining on your sleeve for anyone by the name of nishimura riki, but the boys continued to stay in the dark about your real relationship with him.

it was within the last few weeks of summer that it all went downhill.

heeseung had invited jay and riki to play video games, jungwon also inviting himself over as supposed moral support.

through countless rounds of gaming, the topic of conversation somehow got to former crushes.

“I read those love letters jay used to send that one girl,” jungwon says while mindlessly watching them play. “they were incredibly cheesy.”

“you said they were good!”

“I didn't want to bruise your ego too much.”

“what happened to the childhood crush you used to talk about, ni-ki?” heeseung randomly brings up.

“that was forever ago,” riki downplays the subject. “I've moved on from that already.”

'I haven't.'

heeseung eyes him at his cold reaction, “okay, was just asking...”

the only noise that can be heard after the next few moments is riki's cheering.

“yes!” riki suddenly yells in victory. “I win again!”

heeseung simply clicks his tongue at his loss.

“jay, you can take my place,” riki hands off the controller. “I'm going to the bathroom and raiding heeseung's fridge after.”

“knock yourself out,” is all heeseung says before starting the next game with jay immediately immersing himself where riki was previously sitting.

riki leaves the room, the three remaining boys resuming to their activities.

that was until a minute later when riki's phone started ringing. jungwon peeks over at the screen to see 'mom' displayed as the contact name.

“should I answer it?” jungwon asks out of curiosity.

“I mean, you could,” heeseung shrugs, eyes still focused on the tv screen. “it's probably just his mom wondering when he's gonna be home or something.”

jungwon nods at his input, “I'm going to answer it.”

he picks up riki's phone, holding it to his ear.

“hi, mrs. nishimura! this is jungwon speaking,” jungwon brightly greets her through the phone. “ni-ki's in the bathroom right now, so I just thought I'd answer for him in case it was anything important.”

“ah, that's very sweet of you, jungwon!” riki's mother chirps, heavily familiar with all of her son's friends. “I was just calling to check if my boy was coming home for dinner or not.”

“he can stay here with us for dinner if that's okay,” he replies in a polite manner.

“of course,” she hums. “I guess it'll just be me and y/n today,” her voice switches into a quieter tone, as if she was thinking aloud.

“y/n?” jungwon furrows his eyebrows in confusion. the name alone gets heeseung and jay to silently eavesdrop on the conversation while they continue gaming. “is y/n over there right now?”

'why is she at ni-ki's house without ni-ki?'

“yes, I've heard from riki that she's been hanging out a lot with you boys! I'm so glad he finally introduced her to all of you after all these years. isn't she lovely?”

“yeah, she's great,” jungwon answers thoughtlessly before backtracking. “wait, all these years? can you elaborate on that?”

“did he not explain how he knows y/n to you yet? he's always so forgetful, but y/n is a good family friend of ours!” she happily fills in the blanks for him. “they've known each other since they were in diapers. he's so in love with her, you know, I wish he'd just confess already.”

“I'm sorry, could you say that again?” jungwon stammers, not believing his own ears. “confess? they're not dating?”

“I know right! they look so much like a couple sometimes that it doesn't seem like they're just best friends.”

“I should get going now, mrs. nishimura,” jungwon swiftly excuses himself. “I'll let ni-ki know you called.”

after exchanging brief goodbyes, jungwon hangs up the phone, blanking staring at the wall.

he sighs, “we've been lied to.”

nobody speaks for a moment.

“so y/n's not ni-ki's girlfriend?” heeseung says, mouth ajar and video game already put on pause. “woah, how have we not discovered that this entire time?”

“I always knew something was up,” jay mutters, shaking his head. “they both were always acting super off; it was clear as day.”

the door to heeseung's room opens and the three boy's instantly lock their eyes on the figure walking in.

“what?” riki awkwardly laughs as he enters back into the room, clueless to the situation as he holds a plate of heeseung's microwaved leftovers in his hands. “why are you guys looking at me like that?”

“ni-ki,” jungwon's voice drops an octave as he narrows his eyes at the boy. “you've got a lot of explaining to do.”

“so,” riki draws out the vowel, tapping his foot on the pavement. “our cover is blown.”

“what?” you almost drop your ice cream cone in shock, meeting his eyes from the opposite side of your table at the ice cream shop. “what happened?”

“jungwon answered a call from my mom, and knowing how my mom is, you can pretty much guess how the rest went,” he summarizes the events from the previous day. “they grilled me about everything for a good ten minutes before heeseung had the idea to do a group facetime call with the rest and then that went on for who knows how long.”

“oh,” you lazily rest your chin on the palm of your hand. “then I guess this whole thing is over, right?”

you had been begging riki to call off the whole act all summer, but a part of you was still sad to hear that it was officially coming to an end.

“what if I don't want it to be over?” riki mutters while swirling around the scoop of ice cream left in the cup.

you freeze, barely being able to make out the words he had just said before stuttering, “huh? why would you not want it to be over?”

his saddened tone leaves you confused, and that's when you remember game night at jake's house. you remember riki claiming that his reasonings were more than just pride, and something about that undeniably filled you with the hope you had been avoiding.

you didn't want to get your heartbroken, but at the same time, you wanted to hear riki's true feelings for yourself.

“I'm not getting out of this, am I?”

“just answer honestly and I might let you live.”

“I like you. I've liked you for as long as I can remember,” he hesitantly confesses, deciding to shoot his shot before he regrets not taking advantage of the opportunity. “and I only convinced you to keep being my fake girlfriend because I thought it was my only chance with you, but I don't want you to just be my fake girlfriend. I want to date you, for real this time.”

you let out a sigh of relief, your hands instantly moving to cover your face, “oh thank god, it's not just me.”

riki's eyes widen in shock, “is that your way of saying you like me back?”

“I've always liked you, idiot.”

a wave of silence washes over you both, neither of you knowing exactly what to say.

keeping in mind that actions speak louder than words, you take riki's hand in yours, a gesture you had repeated so many times this summer but finally in a different context.

“think you can handle a real long distance relationship?” you tease with a smirk decorating your face.

“with you, I can handle anything,” his grip on your hand tightens. “nothing else matters.”

you didn't have to worry about whether or not you had riki's heart. he had reserved it for you from the beginning.

“oh, and you better start calling me first from now on.”

“but...”

“nishimura riki.”

“whatever, you're lucky I like you so much.”

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hadesisqueer · 3 years ago

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Doing my own RWBY timeline and assuming how old exactly the four main are right now because I'm bored.

Okay, so volume 1 starts with the beginning of the Spring semester (northern hemisphere); we know that because volume 2 (which lasts maybe three weeks) and 3 (which takes place over the course of a week) take place in their second semester, and it's fall (northern hemisphere, again; it's probably different in Vacuo). Then we can assume that the school year starts in spring. There might be a long summer break, a short winter break and perhaps another short break in spring before school starts again (kind of like in Japan), or a short summer break and a long winter break. I'm going to assume it's the first option because volume five mostly takes place during summer, and all the Haven students were gone because of summer break, for several weeks/months.

So, we can assume that the Fall of Beacon probably takes place in October (because Ruby is still 15 and doesn't turn 16 til after the time jump—and as you know, her birthday is in October 31st—), so it can't be November.

Volume 4 takes place, according to CRWBY, 6-8 months after the Fall of Beacon, so we can assume that it starts in the middle/end of spring— which means it's been one year since the first episode now—and, by the time the volume ends several weeks later, summer is going start/has already started.

As I said, volume 5 takes place entirely during summer.

Volume 6 takes place several weeks after volume 5, and it's already November; we know that because it's confirmed that Ruby turned 17 during the time jump—it's been a whole year since the Fall of Beacon now—and the whole volume takes place over the course of a few days, maybe a week. By the time they get to Atlas, it's still November.

Volume 7 starts immediately after volume 6, and it takes place over the course of a few weeks, so by the time it ends, November is either ending or—most likely—it's December already.

And, as we know, volume 8 also starts immediately after volume 7, and it lasts like three days, so it's still December.

Now, for how old exactly do I think RWBY are in all the volumes because I'm still bored

Starting with stating when the birthdays take place:

Ruby: October 31st.

Weiss: May 15th.

Blake: January 19th.

Yang: July 28th.

I already said how old Ruby was in every volume, so I'll skip her. We already know she's the youngest.

According to me and this timeline (to everyone else, it can be bullshit and I accept it, al of this is literally just me speculating) Weiss is the oldest. If the school year starts when spring starts (again, in the northern hemisphere), and you have to be 17 to start—unless you're an exception like Ruby—I assume you have to be 17 before spring begins. Weiss' birthday is in the middle of spring, so she basically starts almost a year later. She is 17 when she meets RWBY and probably turns 18 at some point during volume 1. After the timeskip, if it really is in the middle/end of spring, Weiss is probably already 19 by the time we see her in volume 4. And she's still 19 right now.

Yang is the second oldest. She starts the show being 17, and since her birthday is at the end of July, probably before the second semester starts, which means she's already 18 in volume 2. She continues to be 18 until she turns 19 at some point during volume 5, and just like Weiss, she's still 19 right now.

Blake is the youngest of team RWBY, aside from Ruby, of course. Given her birthday is in January, she's born the next year after Weiss and Yang' births, and goes to Beacon because unlike the other two, she turns 17 before the beginning of spring. So she's 17 during the entirety of the first three volumes, and turns 18 during the timeskip. She's continued to be 18 since then. Though if it really is December in the show, she is almost 19. Blake's like a month away from turning 19. We might see it on the show! But most likely we won't.

Then, to me, the oldest is Weiss who's 19, then Yang who's 19 too, then Blake who is 18 and about to turn 19 and then Ruby who is 17.

As I said, this is just me speculating, so don't take it as really valid lmao.

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solar-serpent · 2 years ago

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Guyyyys, I'm finally here to share the tea on my allegedly twin flame (I won't address him as the legitimately one until I'm fully convinced so please take this story with a grain of salt).

The legend tells Asteria wanted human warmth and someone to call "hers" somewhere around this time last year, so she decided to give dating apps a chance. After one disgraceful disappointment after another, I (let's stop using third person to speak atm) realized I needed to heal myself if I ever wanted to have a normal intimate life with someone else and that not all men were trash... Just traumatized by their parents? Probably as much as I was, lol.

I was on my way to uninstall Bumble from my phone when I got a text from the last match I got. I checked his profile and he honestly looked like a cute and empathetic guy, yet I was fed up with hoping from one man to another and I ignored the last message I received from him.

3 moths later I came back to this app, but I wasn't interested in using the dating option. There's a bff service on the app and I was looking for female friends from the city I lived to hang out with. Unfortunately, all chats were paired up in the same place and I couldn't stop seeing that unanswered chat from the cute guy. I waited for one week until I was fully convinced I should text him and expect no reply. I literally ghosted him for months and he could've been one of those hypersensitive guys that would give you the cold shoulder to ground you for getting them to feel ignored 🤷🏻‍♀️

HE REPLIED.

Afterwards we kept ghosting each other for weeks and coming back in between 😂 we exchanged phone numbers and continued talking over messages about philosophy, films, and astrology. Dynamics have not changed from the start, except I stopped ghosting him because I got interested in him as a person. He felt weirdly familiar to me, like we had been neighbors for years or like we went to the same school but different grades, you know? I felt like I could read his mind but you know I'm psychic so it's not that uncommon coming from me 😅 but this guy got the power to help me sort my thoughts out really quickly. We speak the same language and my soul does not need to translate anything for him to get me on the spot.

Then I went berserk after I found I've fallen for him. 'Why? What's wrong with liking anyone, Asteria?', you must be wondering. Well, let me tell you now the unsavory side to this story. I realized my feelings for him were deep and not the ones you usually had for a friend after he stood me up twice and stopped talking to me for a month. Yup. He disappeared and I was left to grieve for this connection alone. I thought he had made me a great favor for showing his true colors sooner rather than later. Then, he came back and didn't apologize to me 💀 that prick pretended like nothing ever happened while I thought, 'from this moment forward we're going to stay like good friends from the internet and I'm never inviting you to hang out again'. Ha! Things only turned wilder afterwards 🙃🙃 I don't want this story to drag on forever, so I'm going to list everything that have happened recently and weird shit I noticed in his one month absent.

The latest guy I dated was Gemini sun and Aquarius moon. My tf? Same, plus we both were born in June.

I had dreams about meeting a man that was obviously a Gemini months before I got to meet him. He told me in my dreams, "we are going to be friends, but you shouldn't fall in love with me *sigh dramatically*. If you do, who could blame you? I'm awesome~. Honestly, I'm going to like you too, but I would be dealing with so much at that time that I might not pay much attention to you". I thought that dream was a fabrication from the trauma inflicted by Gemini people from my past 💀

Angels numbers could be seen all day along. Specially 111 or 1111.

Archangels rarely summon me. That's my relatives thing, not mine as I work directly with the gods. But Saint Raphael was practically begging me to sit down and speak to him, so I went for a meditation to try and see what he wanted. First thing I saw was the image of a male and female angels holding hands and then I heard, "the lovers". I was bit taken aback... I was expecting the archangel to give me a warning on my poor health or any advice related to my recent life decisions.

I pulled some cards for further clarification and right there was my crush depicted on the spread 💀 I went berserk for the second time since I couldn't believe my guides were speaking about someone that didn't belong to my family or wasn't actually close to me.

I guessed it was a twin flame connection because my guides had told me even before Saint Raphael did, "that man is your closest mirror at the moment. Both share fate". Ha ha, they love being cryptic in the most critical moments 🤠

He's currently outside the country and we haven't spoken for one week maybe? I don't know what might happen in the future, but I'm glad for the silence and time I was left with as it helped me to analyze things in peace. One month ago I had promised myself to decline future invitations coming from him, but now? I'm jumping at the first chance to see him and I might even confess my feelings for him *sigh*. I did understand my angels were addressing I was possessed by fears of rejection and being emotionally vulnerable, blocking the learning I'm supposed to get from this experience. Now, I feel ready to be rejected or accepted. Either way I would take it as a great challenge I managed to overcome.

@kinky-khaleesi @aagnathavasi @bluenoom @moons-euphoria

#me things #twin flames #story time #astrology #tarot #archangels #storytime

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Titans 4x03

SPOILERS AHEAD

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

(Might be pointless at this point since most people have already watched 4x03)

Sorry this is a little late, I've been busy with Grad school work and my job lately.

Let's dive in!

-I'm glad we picked up where we left off in episode 4x02. 4x02 left us on a big cliffhanger of Raven losing her powers. Her hair turning white and her gem breaking is a huge deal. The more episodes we get into the more I see the parallel between Titans and Teen Titans season 4.

-This is more of a personal comment, but we've been here for 4 seasons and they can't get a more realistic wig for Raven? Gar's wig has a nice part that looks natural, and so does Kori's wigs. But for some reason Raven's still lacks for me. Don't get me wrong, it's perfect for Raven, but it needs to look a little more natural.

-Jay is finally getting his training!!! I'm really excited to see how he develops into his own hero and become Red Robin. I know some people are bothered by him (idk why, he's great) but I want to see him come into himself and how he will contribute to the team. He had a great impact last season with helping Donna to come back and reunite Hank with his brother. I can feel he will do great things and we have much more to see.

-Dick's development these three episodes is such a 180 from the man we've seen the last 3 season. It still irks me that it has only been about 2 weeks since they left Gotham, and he's already made such big changes and his developing feelings for Kori. To me, it seems rushed on some part, but the other part of me has to realize this has been building for 3 seasons. But I can't ignore that Dick from a month ago went off to face Jason without back-up. That is why I was glad Dick told Kori she was coming with him to meet up with Jinx. He wanted her there to help him and I think that is a big change for Dick.

"We're a team, we take this on together."

I feel like a proud mom.

-I love that Krypto is pretty much a ESA(Emotional Support Animal) for Connor cuz that kids really does need some emotional support. Between Kom last season and Lex literally being murdered in front of him...kid needs a big fat hug.

-I love that last season we had Gizmo and now we have Jinx. Are we entering a HIVE era?!?!?!?

-Jinx has always been an interesting character for me. The most I know of her comes from Teen Titans, and I won't lie, she's a pretty cool anti-hero/villain. I aways liked her powers and the badass person she is. But what I did not like about her on Titans is they made her another one of Dick's flings. I just don't understand the purpose of this. Why can't she just be a woman from Dick's past that he tried to help but she turned on him? Why bring up that they used to hook up at some point and she betrayed him? I think the only relevant part of their past that should be brought up is Jinx is deceiving and will betray you. That is enough to get the point across without whipping out Dick's long list of lovers.

Moving on before I rant too hard...

-Dick's reaction to Kori turning into stone was too precious. Immediately this man was ready to fight for this woman. He was overly concerned and adamant that Jinx turn her back to normal. But when she didn't Dick was ready to do anything to get her back to normal.

-It's a big deal that Raven lost her demonic powers, a huge deal if the Cult wanted her powers for the crystal. But Raven is so happy not to be an empath anymore. Like this poor little girl is calm and free of demons for the first time in her life. And I hate that she will experience this freedom, a brief taste of it, and then eventually she'll have her demonic gem back and she'll have these dark powers again. I'm unsure if they will have her experience her mother's magic and discover it or just keep her powerless until the red moon.

(Also, Raven taking a swing of maple syrup was fantastic.)

-I've been saying it since 4x01 but with Gar's visions from the "skin walkers" and them warning him of the Red Moon and the troubles they will face in the near future, MAJOR. THE. END. VIBES. Like there is no doubt in my mind that Trigon will be resurrected as well as Slade as his servant, because if I recall correctly from the promo, Slade was in it. In Teen Titans, Slade did Trigon's bidding and went after Raven, but it seems like Mother Mayhem is also part of this servitude as well. Now it makes me wonder what Sebastian has to do with all of this. Mother Mayhem speaks of him like he is her lost child, but who is he?

-I really liked the moment between Gar and Rachel. I like knowing that they have each other's backs when weird shit starts to happen.

-Random, but I need to say it. Why the hell was that dude barreling around 40 gallons of blood?! Is that even sanitary? Is that FDA approved?! I also feel for the guy, he was about to propose and he gets killed by a blood spider, a fucking blood spider. I already have arachnophobia but that increased my fear by tenfold.

-I love Dick having a long list of things he hates: Ninjas, and now Magic.

Okay, the big scene of the episode (in my opinion): Kori's vision.

-It was nice to know Kori wasn't completely unresponsive while in the state she was in. But her having visions again is interesting. In 4x01, Dick is listing off Kori's destinies and that is a big foreshadow for what is to come. So far her destines were: Kill Rachel, Save Tamaran, Kill a bunch of people, & Save Gotham (as per Dick Grayson). But during her vision Zadira, her old trainer from Tamaran, tells her there is so much more to come. And that her destiny is still evolving.

But

Dick is a huge part of that destiny and I want to know right now. We already have an idea of what Kori's destiny with Dick will be since Dick saw part of that destiny in the form of an adorable little Mar'i Grayson, but I need it now. I am deprived!!

But I also want to point out hat Kori will have a big part in the Red Moon. Will she be the reason is comes to be? Will she be the one to resolve the issues associated with the Red Moon? What will be her purpose and how will it lead to her destiny with Dick???

Let's bring it back.

-When the bullshit with Jinx is over, Dick straight up is done with her antics. I'm glad he extended an invitation for her to help them since they are so out of their element with magic (even if it was a bribe to get out of some debt). But it was a smart move to make, but I have a feeling it will backfire at some point with Jinx history of betrayal.

Now for that scene: "To lift the magic you have to kiss her."

-When I say my jaw dropped, it dropped. Dick seems to pause for awhile and I'm glad he didn't just straight up do it because A) that would be their first kiss outside of their relationship from season 1. B)Hellllooooo consent is key people!!! C) Part of him definitely did not believe Jinx, which I'm glad for the hesitation.

(I also want to point out that Brenton played Prince Phillip in Maleficent and you know the story of sleeping beauty. I thought it was a cute nod to his previous character, especially since he had to give up the role in the second movie to stay playing Dick Grayson for us.)

Once Kori is woken up from the spell, I love the fire and rage she has towards Jinx.

"I will fuck you up."

I got so hyped up after that.

Last mentions:

-I will mention the scenes with Sebastian-I'm curious to see what Mother Mayhem has in store for him. They really keep fucking with him and now that he's with the Titans, I'm expecting a big fight scene next week. Or maybe even a rematch between Mother Mayhem and Super Boy. That would be pretty cool to see.

Lastly,

"When the blood moon is full, the world will fall to evil."

The chills I experienced after that line.

We are really in it this season and I'm beyond excited.

Until next time! Hope you like my break down of the episode!

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