#my kids are SO CUTE UGH I'll write a fic soon

[aerysian]

for the egg festival this year, pelican town added a new photo corner!

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[lightlycareless]

That twin girl dad naoya little thingy you gave us was my last straw I read it and I almost died😭😭😭 it's so fucking cute like girl dadnaoya is so ugh😩 I love it but it made me think of naoya in the fic will he be happy if he had a daughter first? Or just a daughter in general will he indulge her will he hold her yk and not be distant? Cuz at first he's really really misogynistic but I feel like he's better now realizing his mistakes (recently) trying to make amends and actually getting heartbroken and I know naoya would not be like naobito who just named the babies and dipped but will he like want to be with them alot? Babies are cute even if it's not your kid everyone love being around a baby so how will the actual fic naoya be as a dad? Will their cuteness get to him? And he's still young and young people get more excited to see cute ass babies than adults whose seen thousand babies. I won't take him being like that bitch naobito for an answer that guy was on another level of deadbeat and he even was there💀

Heya anon!!

I was actually waiting for the last chapter to be posted to answer this :>

As of right now, him having a child with Y/N will be reason enough to be over the moon. The thought of having a family with you, something a bit more intimate than just being husband and wife, becoming a father, will certainly make him very, very happy.

If it ever happens, I envision that Naoya will have a son first, and then a daughter. Which he'll love both equally :>

When it comes to planning however, I don't think he'll be the one to initially propose it, mainly because even if he's in a much better position with Y/N and their relationship, he might think he's not deserving of such happiness. She'll have to be the first one to think of having kids, and probably years into the relationships too for this is a very serious commitment.

And when he finally has the kids, he'll do anything in his power to not turn out to be like his dad. He already hates himself for treating you like Naobito treated Tomoko (his mom) so you can imagine how he feels regarding his kids.

In other words, when he once hated the thought of having a family, he now likes the idea, because it means you and him are in a happy relationship😭 akghjkashgjkasgsaja if that makes sense.

I'll write more stuff with them having kids for sure :> ugh, idk why it happened but I just got this baby fever.... anyways, thank you so much for sending in an ask!!! This was very cute, got me excited for the future of my fic.

Take care, and hope to see you soon!!

[sukirichi]

SUKI I AM FINALLY HERE WITH MY RECS 💕💕💕 Sorry this took so look and ugh, I feel bad because I forgot to list down the titles of the other stories I've been following and now I already forgot them sorry 😭 anyway I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did, i also added fluff just in case. I also suck at summaries so I'll just add my thoughts about the stories

here are some of my recs for jjk, i still need to find the others because i forgot them and it's difficult to find them in my bookmarks now 😅

Ukiyo by tomodachi - fluff, this is one of my favorite married!Gojo fics, it's funny and fluffy at the same time 💕

The boy who murdered love by Anonymous - fluff and I really hope this doesn't end up as an angst because of the title? anyway so this is about Kamo!Reader and chaotic Gojo. Honestly this is just so cute as this fic starts when reader-chan and gojo are young with timeskips as they grow older. Also one of my favorite Gojo fics.

Infidelity (angst) & At his mercy (angst w/ some dark themes) by Tawus - (they have another gojo fic that I haven't read yet so I didn't include it here) okay, infidelity my god gojo and the reader idiots here because of some miscommunication but mostly I think because gojo is just a dumbass (so is the reader), the reader goes clubbing because she's lonely and her relationship is no longer as it is before and then gojo sees her and he disguises himself to interact with her so yeah dumbasses. And At his Mercy, again idk how you feel about dark themes, but the reader is a curse and was made for her master's pleasure, Gojo saves her and it has two endings one is a bit angsty but the other is more like an open end for me. But this is honestly worth the read!

cerialilith's fics - i haven't read all of her fics but her Toji fic and Getou fics are superb! The Toji fic is probably my favorite Toji fic? It's starts with fluff with the reader and Toji being young but the angst starts as they grow older and oh, I need to warn you that the character Naoki is kind of based on Naoya (but he is still there as a kid), idk if Naoki will still have some roles to play in future chapters but I hope Toji and the reader will have a happy end 😥, also ugh, Contemplation which is an angsty Royal AU (multi w Gojo & Toji) because Getou is such an asshole in here and has a lot of issues, it only has three chapters and I hope author-chan will update soon. And As We Walk with single parents au Dilf!Getou, this one just started and ahsjjdkflf I love it so much and they have a neighborhood association with the older characters as parents and lol Naoya is Maki and Mai's I think single dad here? (This honestly makes me want to read a single Dad Naoya au)

A Well Rounded Education by josucc - listen, this one is just 🔥🔥🔥 this is basically about Gojo's teaching assistant who gets to fuck all the Dilfs, and Getou is my favorite here idk but the latest update was about Naoya with hatefuck as the theme, lol again, Naoya is Maki and Mai's Dad here. The author is also here in tumblr so Idk if you already encountered their fics but if not then please read this!!!

Fated Arrangement by megumiigf - this was the Naoya fic that I recommended last time and idk if you already read it. It started out dark but I think Naoya is slowly starting to warm up to the reader? Again this has some dark themes.

I hope tumblr won't eat this ask (please confirm if you receive this) because lol I am so excited to share them to you. I'll send the Haikyuu recs in another ask because this is getting longer. I think you mentioned searching for Reiner fics so I assume that you also want to read AOT fics? Sadly tho, I only read Levi and Eren fics rn but I can send recs if you want. Please feel free to tell me. Also I hope the link system would work because this is my first time using them - 🌸

FLOWER ANONNN OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR COMPILING THIS LIST, IM SO EXCITED TO CHECK THEM ALL OUT! AND OMG NAOYA SERIES??!?!?!?! I COME RUNNING 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️ OH I'm okay not reading much AoT since the show depresses me lol and I can't really find a characterisation of them that I 100% vibe with 🥺 AND YOOO I SEE SINGLE DAD NAOYA AU,,,I THINK I WANNA WRITE THAT! All of these sounds so amazing, thank you so much!

[ressyfaerie]

Hello! For the fic request, is it possible for you to write something about Europen Team/ Majestics going on a vacation to Japan?

Honestly I don't know how much detail I should give, or if you want to write about this at all. If you prefer, shoot me any KaiTaka moments and I'll be content haha

(I prefer sub names but it doesn't matter much)

So I’ve never written ANYTHING about the Majestics before but I really enjoyed this! I’m not used to their Japanese names so if I messed up anywhere don’t take it personally- lol. I might have accidentally made them too privileged and rich but you know what it's cute in the end I promise lol.

“It’s not *exactly* a vacation, but let’s make the most of it!” Giancarlo spread his arms wide taking in all of the sun. 

Ralf sighed as he walked behind his team watching over them, like always. 

“What’s wrong Ralf?” Olivier asked in a concerned tone, he really did know what was wrong, he was just working on his teamwork. 

“I hate visiting here.”

“How come?” Johnny asked, also sort of hating it here.

“I hate the food, the people, the cars, the transportation, infrastructure, all of it.” 

“I love it!” Olivier boasted, “the food is great! The people are nice-”

“Yeah yeah let’s just get to Tyson’s house and get it over with-

“Dojo” Giancarlo corrected him.

“A what now?” Johnny wrinkled his eyebrows confused about culture, again. 

“Dojo. It’s like a-”

Johnny cut Olivier off. “Don’t care. I’ll figure it out when I get there.”

After getting confused about Japanese transportation and infrastructure Ralf ended up calling his own private car and driver to pick them up from the airport to take them to Tyson’s dojo.

 When they arrived, all of them could admit the dojo was impressive. 

“Wow it’s so cool!” Olivier hung his jaw low in awe. 

“It’s alright, not many people could live here.” Johnny crossed his arms, pretending it just wasn’t cool at all. 

“Well- Let’s get this over with.” Ralf rolled his eyes.

Thankfully Rei was the one to approach them.

Thank god they all thought: We won’t have to knock on the door. 

“Hey guys! Welcome to Tyson’s 18th birthday party! He’s going to be so stoked when he shows up and everyone’s here!” 

Ray approached them not sure how to greet them. 

“This place is sick, I think I own something like this in America.” Giancarlo complimented like a rich kid compliments.

Rei smiled knowing he did mean it. “Let me show you guys to the backyard, that’s where we’re having the party, it’s going to be half inside half outside- You’ll see when we get there.”

The backyard was set up beautifully and they were impressed. 

“Not bad for the-”

“Don’t say the poor!” Olivier hissed to Giancarlo.

“For the uh- Bladebreakers.” He smiled back at Olivier.

Olivier placed a hand to his forehead sighing.  

Thankfully there were a lot of other team members already in the backyard and they all made conversation easily. 

“We will probably be doing business soon with the Hiwatari company-”

“That’s enough talking business Ralf! Take a load off come on-” Johnny pulled Ralf to a different group, specifically the White Tigers, hoping he wouldn't talk business with kids from a village with no reception.   

“How’s the blading going?” Johnny made conversation with Miriah.

“Great, probably better than you.” She joked but challenged him at the same time. 

“You wanna go?” He fixed his posture to look taller. 

“You’re not that tall Johnny.” Ralf talked down to him. 

“Pfft-” Johnny crossed his arms. 

“No blading until Tyson gets here!” Rei had to break up the group before things got too intense. 

Once Tyson arrived the party became full swing. He pretended to be surprised but clearly someone tipped him off. 

“Do you think he would have liked it if it was an actual surprise?” Olivier asked Giancarlo. 

“I would. I think Tyson would have too, but since it’s in his house, maybe not?” 

“Wait till what I have planned for your birthday.” Olivier grinned.

“Hey now it’s not a surprise!” Giancarlo frowned, clearly bummed.

“You don’t know what birthday.” Olivier patted his shoulder comfortingly. 

They grinned at each other. 

“Dance? Everyone else is?” Olivier asked politely knowing the answer. 

“Of course.” 

Dancing all night in the lit up dojo was picturesque. Everyone had a great time reconnecting. Even Ralf and Johnny enjoyed catching up with all the teams. 

It was the late hours and they decided it was time to head back to their hotel room. 

They awkwardly stood on the curb while Ralf opened his phone. 

“My phone’s dead.” 

Silence. 

“Do you have the driver’s number memorized?” Johnny grew worried.

“...No.” Ralf reluctantly admitted.

“Oh someone’s not as perfect as they think they are.” Giancarlo laughed and shrugged his shoulders. 

Ralf gave him a death glare. 

“Guess we’re walking it?” Olivier suggested, but was met with disgusted glances, “Sorry for the awful idea of walking! Geez!” 

Walking around the nighttime Japanese ocean was… Really beautiful.

“I’m just going to say it, Tyson is lucky to live here.” Olivier admitted, but also tried to lift his team's spirits.

 “Hey guys!” Giancarlo pointed to a lit up shop on the boardwalk “A shop’s open!” 

They shrugged and decided to head in. 

It was a cute little cafe open late. They served some interesting desserts and drinks. 

“My Japanese sucks sorry guys.” Johnny shook his head knowing it was a lost cause for him to order.

Ralf rolled his eyes knowing he would have to stand up for his team. 

Turns out everyone’s Japanese was bad and they ended up mostly pointing to things. 

 They ate a bunch of desserts they weren’t used to, Ralf hated it, Giancarlo thought it was decent, Johnny didn’t mind it, and Olivier of course liked most well done food. 

They had their drinks in to-go cups and went back outside to walk along the beach. 

“Disappointed you never got to blade Miriah?” Ralf asked Johnny. 

“Yeah I’m pissed.” 

“Don’t like to not be part of the action?” Giancarlo grinned. 

“I don’t like being bored.” Johnny lightly punched his shoulder. 

“Hey! Get out of here-” Giancarlo pushed him back a bit, friendly, but also to keep him in his lane. 

“Pfft- You really think you could fight this scotsman?” (Johnny is Scottish right? Imma just- yeah-)

“Ha!” Giancarlo tried to pull him down into the sand by his shoulders.

“Ugh!” Johnny grabbed his arm and threw him down on the sand with a thump.

Giancarlo grabbed his leg and pulled him down with him. 

They both laughed and Olivier turned to look at Ralf who looked at his friends with intense concern. 

“Come on Ralf, get in there.” 

“Excuse me Olivier?” 

Olivier grinned and pushed Ralf with all the might of his smaller arms. 

Ralf didn’t expect it and fell face first into the sand shouting curses into the beach. 

Olivier simply laughed while Giancarlo jumped up, grabbed him by the abdomen and threw him to the ground, throwing Olivier into a laugh screaming fit. 

They all play fought as friends for the first time. 

Minutes rolled by until they were all laying on their backs catching their breath and gazing up at the stars. 

“You know what.” Ralf said in a low voice.

“Maybe Japan isn’t so bad.”

[rixxy8173571m3w1p3]

Out Of The Woods (2/?)

This multi chap fic has been one that I've wanted to write for a while. I'm hoping to connect a few loose ends, since my series is getting closer to the end. Don't worry, I still got a couple of fics left in me. I'd love to thank @xerxezra whose conversations with me are always inspirational. I'd also like to thank @dorkydisappointment whose writing got my creative juice flowing and @hoodoo12 who continues to inspire me all the time.

Reference to the crystal necklace a can be found in my fic The Language Of Flowers and to safety measures in Sentimental Reasons. And finally, references to the woman in Ricks journal is from What You Found Amongst The Pages. I know, that was shameless self promotion ;P

If you haven't read part 1, then heres a link (Read Chapter 1)

In this fic the reader tries to uncover the mystery of the artist behind Zeta-7s portrait.

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Chapter 2: The Girl Who Loved Him Before

You couldn't sleep. It wasn't so much the bed, which was much harder than the one you had back home, but your thoughts. Ugh, why couldn't you just turn your brain off? If you could, then maybe you wouldn't be up at 2 in the morning questioning your life choices; that or it was because you were in an unfamiliar place.

You thought of taking out your laptop to type out the draft for a new story idea you had, or to take another sedative, but you decided that maybe you could read one of the magazines you saw on the coffee table instead. Carefully, you cracked the door to your room open, checked to see if the coast was clear before you tiptoed towards the living room. Next to the couch, was a rustic coffee table created out of an old tree trunk; on it were coasters made from a young pine. Next to the pile of coasters were old science fiction magazines; all of them older than yourself. And since you couldn't find the book you saw earlier, you picked up the stack and slipped back into your room.

Just like you did when you were a kid, you hid under the duvet with a flashlight. Each magazine was in its own sleeve, and you shuffled through them until you found a hand full you liked. The one with Gort on the cover had original stories that had been sent in by fans; your favorite being The Day The Earth Stood Stupefied, which was a story about how Gort and Klaatu managed to control the masses with charisma and Rock n Roll. Another one had a series of stories which revolved around a lonely dendrologist, who alienated everyone he knew in his pursuit of knowledge; whose increased disdain for humans had led him to madness; a marriage to the forest, and whose offspring walked the earth, searching for their place in the world. The other magazines turned out to be comic books, laced with outdated tropes and humorous ads for sea monkeys and x-ray goggles. Though, the one that interested you most was the small booklet for a funeral home.

Strange, why would this be here?

You pulled the covers down, glanced at the door just to make sure it wouldn't open before you hid again, and flipped through the booklet. From different burial arrangements to simple and ornate caskets, you assumed that either he helped with a burial or had planned one. Poor man. You placed it back in the middle of the stack where you had found it and returned the lot of it to its original place. Maybe trying to write might help quiet your brain after all.

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You woke up; the cause being from the sounds which came from outside. Slipping your feet into some slippers, you stepped out of your bedroom, finding that Rick was neither in his room, kitchen, or living room. The noises got louder and seemed to be coming from the back of the house. So feeling brave, because you could totally take care of yourself, you grabbed the silly dancing moose statue from the dining table which doubled as a banana holder and stepped outside, only to find Rick pause; his ax lifted above his head, with raised brow perplexed as to what you were doing before returning to his task. “Oh, you're chopping wood.”

Log after log, he split them into smaller pieces. You had never seen him chop wood, but at the rate and diligence in which he was, made you wonder if he had cybernetic enhancements like other Ricks did; it certainly would explain a few things. When you realized that you were still holding the statue, you could only giggle at your silliness and set it down beside you as you took a seat on the porch steps; not only relieved there wasn't an intruder but pleasantly surprised by this display of masculinity. “Rick, why are you chopping wood? It's not to impress me, is it? Cause if it is, it's totally working.”

Leaning the ax against the stump, he pulled off his sweater, having warmed up from the exertion, using it to wipe his sweaty face. The t-shirt that was underneath his sweater clung to him, outlining the shape of his lean torso. Wow. “There's n-no central heating and there's going to be a cold front t-t-t-tonight. I um - I wanted to make sure there would be enough firewood.”

“Well, nothing warm hands and a pillow fort couldn't solve. Right?”

“Hohoho, n-no. Though it would be nice if that's all it - it took.”

Goodness, did you love what you were seeing, regretful that you didn't have your phone to take a pic. If he was more confident, then he'd certainly be the death of you, strolling over with a confident swagger but it didn't matter. You were so lucky to have him; dorky and all. “Rick, could you come here for a moment? I want to show you something.”

By now, you'd think he'd catch on to your mischief, but even so, he obeyed; how cute. He walked towards you, unassuming, and you stood and waited for him to be close enough so that you could lean over and kiss him. He squirmed when you did this because he was all sweaty and wanted to be all nice and clean before making any attempts of being affectionate, but you wrapped your arms around him and held him tight, determined not to let him go. “I got you, Ricky.”

“Gosh, but I'm - I-I-I shouldn't. I'm all sweaty.”

“It's okay,” you cooed, brushing his bangs away from his forehead. “I kinda like it. Besides, everyone sweats. It's only natural, and if we didn't we'd die, right? So calm down my little manly man. I'm not grossed out.”

It took him a few seconds to let this sink in.“Is there anything y-you don't like?” he wondered; neither reciprocating nor initiating.

“I don't like mosquito bites, but what does that have to do with anything? I really like you. That's what matters.”

“Th-that's - thank you. I appreciate it.”

You pressed your nose right into his hair, breathing in the scent which was naturally his intermingling with that of the forest. You knew this made him nervous, but you adored the way he smelled, especially right now; as though he'd been birthed from the ashes of pine. “You're welcome. Have you been rolling around in pine needles?” you giggled, picking out a stray leaf. “Or have you been hugging trees again? If you aren't, then maybe I should encourage it.”

“No,” he answered matter of factly. “it's um - it's from the wood. Th-they produce chemicals called terpenes, which give them their special, distinctive scent.”

“Oh Rick, when are you going to understand when I'm flirting with you?”

Scratching the back of his neck, he mumbled sheepishly. “Gee, I-I-I don't - I'm sorry.”

Reluctantly you let go, deciding that you should let him be before you had a chance to get any other mischievous ideas. “Aw, don't be sorry. You still have plenty of time to understand me. Until then, how about I make us some breakfast. Banana pancakes sound good?”

Smiling warmly down at you, he nodded. “It s-sure does.”

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After breakfast, Rick informed you that he needed to go somewhere, and you were ready to go along but he confessed. “I-I-I have to get some supplies to do a couple of repairs. I've been so busy lately that I didn't realize that there were still a-a few things t-t-to do around here before I can relax. I should be back this afternoon.”

“Rick, it sounds like you're leaving me here.”

Giving your hand a squeeze, he admitted. “I am, though only because I want to return as soon as possible. I want t-to spend as much time with you as I can. I mean, I'm going t-t-to be making repairs after I return, but in other words…..”

“You're busy,” you interrupted, pulling your hand away so you could put away the dishes. “and you wanted to take care of your errands without distractions. Fine, it's whatever. I'll be here I guess.”

The mismatched dishes were an odd contrast in comparison to the many other decorations about the place, and you were relieved by this, but annoyed that you weren't tall enough to put away the mixing bowl in its respective place on the top shelf. Seeing this, chair legs scraped against the floor, creaking in complaint as Zeta-7 crossed the room; gently removing it from your hands and putting it away. If he wasn't so darn sweet, you might actually manage to stay upset at him. “Thanks.”

Studying you, he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “I'm s-s-so sorry princess. I promise I'll make it up to you.”

You knew he would for he always did and you followed him outside towards the car. Opening the driver's side door, he stood there, fiddling with the keychains, glancing at you, at the keys, then back at you. “It won't be long. Y-y-y-y-you know where I put the freeze ray, and where the switch for the security system is.”

“Yeah,” you answered, tugging lightly on the chain about your neck, revealing the lovely crystal you carried with you always. “and I still have the crystal necklace that I only have to squeeze to be transported to the safe room just in case.”

“Th-that's good. And the Meeseeks box is in the closet. I um - they'll help if you need them.”

“Got it. I guess I'll see you later then. Drive safely.”

You turned around to head back, having heard the car door close, thinking he was ready to go, but to your surprise, he spun you around and pulled you in for a kiss. Undemanding, he sought forgiveness on your lips, supporting you as you melted into him. When he pulled away a few seconds later, he softened. “Please don't be mad a-at me. I couldn't bear it if y-you were.”

“I'm not. Annoyed maybe, but not mad. I just wish you would've told me earlier. “ you admitted in your girlish voice. “It's nice to know these things. I had plans for us to go apple picking and thought we'd bake some apple pies together. I was really looking forward to it.”

Pressing a kiss on your temple, he sighed. “Gosh, th-that sounds perfect, but it's going to have to wait. I shouldn't neglect the repairs or else one of us c-could get hurt. I hope y-you understand.”

“I do. It's a good thing you're the responsible one. Someone has to be. Just, promise you'll be safe okay?”

“I-I will. Be careful on the front porch and inside the laundry room. There are a-a few old boards that have to be replaced.”

“Okay.”

Brushing a lock of hair away from your face, he nodded. “Bye, m-mi corazón.”

Leaning into his touch, you softened. “Return soon.”

“I will.”

You pulled away so that he would go, for he would never deliberately leave until he knew everything was alright. And when you couldn't see the car anymore, you stepped back into the house, avoiding the loose boards he had mentioned. Honestly, you didn't enjoy the idea of being left alone, especially in the middle of nowhere, but it did give you the time you needed to explore the place.

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You glanced at the painting again, wishing it would talk back to you. What secrets did it hold? And why Rick, your Rick and not anyone else? Did they know there were others, or were they only acquainted with yours? Ugh, this was frustrating.

You sat back for a while, thinking of what you knew; Zeta-7 wasn't the type to pose for pictures let alone a painting, so this might've been done by memory. If it was done in the afternoon light, anytime after 4 would've been comfortable if it was done outside, but what if the lighting was symbolic as to timing and not so much literal? Oh, what did you know, except that you really hoped he wasn't holding a torch for her; if he was, it'd probably kill you.

However, since you were here, you decided to check out the other paintings. There were a few that you realized also weren't signed and done in a similar style. There was one of a Morpho butterfly, eating a ripe banana. Then there was one of a half-eaten picnic and a cake covered in bees. The one next to it was of a labcoat draped over a chair and a forgotten candy wrapper lying on the floor. And the last one on this wall was of a diseased blue rose bush.

How odd. The familiarity of these subjects and scenes filled you with a warm nostalgia of past adventures. Was it possible that their story was similar to yours? Of course, everyone had their story, and if your assumptions were correct, then all these unsigned pieces were by her as well as these memories that she portrayed; funny and uncanny that they should like Morphos, blue roses, picnics, and Rick just like you. The only difference is that you weren't an artist, but then while they were, they didn't think so either.

Maybe you could almost forgive this person because they had good taste in both men and painting subjects. Then again, maybe not.

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Unlike the movies, the basement was well furnished and pleasant. There was a couch, a bunch of boxes stacked in the closet, and a wall of books; as could be expected from a prolific reader. You tested the couch for comfort, finding that it was way better than the bed in your room. Getting up, you perused the shelves, happy to find all your favorites as well as a couple from your wishlist; lucky you.

Picking up a leather-bound copy of Persuasion, you laid back on the couch, fluffing up the old, but clean pillows. In your hands was a well-loved copy, possibly read more times than your own. The reasons this particular Jane Austen classic held much appeal was extensive, but the main ones were because it was a story waiting, of misunderstanding, forgiveness, and reconciliation. You always got lost in the old-fashioned customs and words and it never failed to move you. However, what moved you this time when you cracked opened the book were not elegant sayings or humorous witticisms but the photographs.

Used as bookmarks, there were several Polaroids of Rick; of him dancing in an ugly sweater; of him cooking; of him playing the ukulele; of him standing as his figure was filtered amongst spring blooms; of his hands full of sunflower seeds; and of a yard full of sunflowers. You stared at these photos, dumbfounded at the similarities between the subjects and your favorite things. This book and photos must've been from her too and Ricks age in these photos matched that of the painting. Damn it.

It couldn't be true, but even inside the cover, there was a small note from Zeta-7 explaining why he gifted this book; signed with love. No, none of it could be true. However, photographs didn't lie and it meant you weren't all that special. Not caring if you stained the beginning pages with your tears, your chest ached with regret and you couldn't breathe. All this time, when your wonderful Zeta-7 paid special attention to what you loved, claiming to love only you, never wanting to lose you had turned out to be a cruel game and a lie; you being beaten by the girl who loved him before; someone who was way better than you.

TBC