looking for a garden

alone in my world

[rielovesphel]

✿︵╭ꕤ 青云 ꕤ╮ ︵✿

╭╯ hello, you can call me rie (pronounced as “ree”) 🐶! or qingyun

꒰﹕ 2/14 。 17 。 filchi 。multi-fandom, heh. im cool like that 。constantly crying over angst

꒰﹕ my masterlist! ଳ more about me? ish

╰╮ i try to lessen cursing here. im not really a fan of it, ppl can live without it

✿︵╭ꕤ 。。。。 ꕤ╮ ︵✿

yea i got this from my old discord intro (im senti like that) ☹️ so i dont know where it came from. im sorry i forgot where

[angelforpercy]

꒰ঌ ❫ chrome denim, kim juhoon

@in which, you message a wrong number while trying to argue with your ex. ݁ ˖ Ი𐑼

warnings ₊🩰 ⊹ gn!reader ╱ cheating mentioned

— HELLO LADIES #HOPE U ENJOYED idek this Man But My friend likes Cortis so i wrote this ❤️ If You Enjoyed guys feel free to send papa hella bands… Is this man Accurate Lmk Also Sorry for disappearing im graduating soon and moving out so i need a lotttt Of Money and to complete all my homework in the next 2 seconds and also get a trillion jobs !!!!! So yay 😊😊😊😊 commissions are always open and if i don’t find Work Real Soon i’m gonna have to resort to writing bad erotica and selling it on amazon MY CUCUMBER CAME TO LIFE WHILE I MADE A SALAD AND FUCKED TS OUTTA ME!!!!! good Plot Wouldn’t read anyways Ya lmk thanks Ok Bye Ignore my One billion tags Yall r reading ts One Way Or Another Idgaf If u even type in the letter c IM COMING UP

[rielovesphel]

we are rin😔

[drm8ires]

Falling Leaves, Keiji Akaashi

1957; Paris, France.

At your seventy-six years of living, fifty years of time-traveling, and seven years having sworn off lovers, you still find yourself longing for the more peaceful times of your youth. 

Not physically—after all, you were stuck at your appearance of twenty-six, cursed to appeal that way for God knows how many more years of this torture you had to endure—but mentally.

Life was simpler, and you worked your nine-to-five like it was what you were meant to do for the rest of your life. You’d wake up to the sound of sizzling eggs with burnt edges that your shitty roommate liked making so much (you protested that they’d get cancer, but they never listened), and listen to Marvin Gaye so often you’d hum his tunes before you even woke up.

You never even really felt that grown up. Maybe because of your unchanging features, you always surrounded yourself with others in their mid-twenties. If that was anything of a lesson you could have learned being mentally 40 and still being around 26-year-olds.

You also thought that the listless periods you’ve explored only taught you how redundant life could get when you woke up in the same century for three years in a row at 34.

But if there was one thing that this inconvenience had indefinitely cursed you with, was the inability to move on, specifically from that winter of your 29th birthday year. 

You met Keiji when the sky was low, the light posts were warm, and the British fog was humming around your shoulders, nudging you closer to his pristine semblance.

You had woken up on New Year’s Day that year on a bed with foreign sheets, and a window that peered over an unfamiliar city, bustling with two-seated automobiles circling around a road loop and pedestrians. You had done this twice before. A new city, a new time. Your parents either hadn’t existed yet, were too young, or were already years long gone.

You made out it was 1922 from the newspaper in the corner of the room, and you had gazed out in the distance to an iconic symbol: the Eiffel Tower.

London was a side quest, and so was meeting Keiji. It was February, and you decided Keiji would be your company for the next several months, before you knew you’d have to leave. 

“You’re a wonderful lady, Ms. L/n,” he’d buttered to you, kissing the back of your hand with a tip of his hat, so gentlemanly it almost felt like a dream.

You decided from that moment that Keiji Akaashi might’ve been a man worth meeting in a different timeline for. 

He’d brought you out to see the Eiffel Tower in autumn for the first time, gazing at the trees as the leaves fell and painted sidewalks with their colors. You shared your first kiss sitting on the bridge, watching the sun split into night.

“Thank you for such a beautiful night, Keiji,” you’d uttered between breaths.

And once again, his smooth charm, smiling at your gratefulness. “You’re worth all the most beautiful things in the world, Y/n.” 

A week later, Keiji pressed his lips to your forehead and told you his time would come to an end in December.

The timing was uncanny, yet the words he shared with you lifted guilt you were terrified would haunt you. 

From his confession, you promised to make sure he’d have the greatest last couple of months a sick man could ever have. The weekend you spent in Spanish waters, the food you tried under Italian umbrellas, the one good photo you took with newly invented cameras, and a visit to his childhood home in Japan. Those couple of months went too soon.

Because then you blinked, and you woke up in 1732 under the Tokugawa Shogunate in Edo, Japan.

Keiji was a few months of bliss before you faced another couple of years of unfamiliarity, dread, and struggle. Nothing ever moved with you other than the clothes and the belongings inside you’d wear the night before you’d time-travel, and the small picture you’d kept in your pocket of him. You never thought you’d see him again. 

You knew you wouldn’t.

You’d watch him drain himself to the brink of his bed, that when the New Year had come to you, he’d only have a couple of hours left alone before he went. A regret you had, that you couldn’t stay by his side until the very end.

You were sure you couldn’t relive those moments again.

So why was it at 36 years old, looking 26 forever, you were face to face with Keiji Akaashi outside the supermarket of a cyberpunk city in 4013, checking holographic screens in front of him like it was a foreign object?

You had seen dopplegangers before. Men who had haircuts too similar to his, glasses tilted the same way his once did, a walk that shadowed his almost perfectly, but never—never had you seen someone who held the same warmth he did those 7 years ago.

You called for his name, and he turned in shock. Then it morphed into something of recognition, relief, and acceptance.

You’d started the reunion with tight hugs, murmuring disbelief about his existence. He didn’t quite understand it either.

“How are you here? You’re really in front of me, Y/n.”

“That’s my question, Keiji,” you remarked, “You said you were ill, seven years ago. And now I’m standing in front of you, all better and more handsome than before.”

Keiji parted his mouth in embarrassment and in an attempt to answer, then sighed, softly playing with the ends of your hair as if they were something fascinating.

“I did. I did say that, didn’t I?” Keiji palmed your cheek, watching you look at him, narrowing your eyes in (somehow) both familiarity and skepticism at the same time. “And yet, I’m in front of you. Healthy and well, just like you wished for me all those years ago. I’m grateful for that, Y/n. And you deserve an explanation.”

“I do.”

Akaashi laughs—a laugh that sounds heartily to your ears and across the blade of pipes and wires beneath you two—the first genuine laugh he’s had in years, at the same snarkiness you bore so long ago.

“How about over some drinks at a place I know? My treat. For all the years we spent apart.”

“You still remember how to win my heart. Have you thought about me that often, Keiji?”

“Guilty.”

A reunion with drunken kisses and feverish accusations, before you promised to spend the year at each other’s sides. You found out you were in the same position, and it felt relieving. You found out a couple of things about Keiji that year.

One was that even though he tried to act like he was a responsible, reliable man, he liked to be praised by the people he cared about. You saw that when he talked about his best friend before he began time-travel (Koutarou was an enthusiastic man who loved to hear about his accomplishments from others), and the way he’d get embarrassed when you’d smother him with sweet words about his competence.

You’d spend your measly wages to indulge in life, buy stupid gifts you knew you’d both never keep, and kiss him, unlike anyone you’ve ever kissed before.

Keiji was your anchor. You weren’t quite so sure you were his, but you thought as long as he was there, it’d be enough.

Even though you knew to never talk of your futures. 

Never speak of your love. 

Never speak of what could be.

At least, you assumed that was the case.

The second thing that you found out about Keiji was that he was someone who thought of that forbidden future more than you thought about the past. He wasn’t afraid of those talks, but the distance always got to his head.

You couldn’t blame him—your fate was tragically separate, and even if you were to meet again in another lifetime, you knew it’d be years before you’d reunite. And even knowing this, Keiji didn’t want to let you go (and neither did you). He’d done calculations, seen the probabilities of the soonest you’d both meet again, and it began to consume him.

Hours became days, days to weeks. Then months passed of him dwindling on the opportunities of you two reuniting once the days wound down to December 31st. So much so that you began to resent him for wasting your moments together on such a fickle thing.

But you knew Keiji was a man who thought more than he acted.

So, you had proposed to Keiji that summer, a decision that cost a section of your body and a commitment of the heart. He finally tore those calculations aside and agreed. Deep ink in the crevice of both of your ribs, your names forever moving along life together. You vowed if you reunited, to spend every last second with each other once again. 

To you, there was no one like Keiji—no one who could come close to understanding you as deeply as him. You never told him that, but you were sure he knew it, and he felt the same way.

And even though you were hoping, praying, believing deep down that somehow this cycle of time-changing would end, circumstances proved you wrong.

New Year’s came, and soon enough, forty years passed without a glimpse of him.

Now, you were nine months into your seventy-sixth year, still twenty-six, exhaling smoke from an incessant attempt at burning out the cigarette as fast as possible, and attempting to feel some sort of relief from your day, only you disappoint yourself once more when smoke barely leaves your chest.

Nine months of routine nights, serving bars, teaching college students critical theory and the philosophical approach to the meaning of life, all without a degree but a willingness to prove other old-timers wrong. 

This unusually clear, autumn evening with orange hues on red leaves, blanketed in purples by the sun setting. A quiet bustle of ladies laughing with their husbands, skirts reaching their knees, pleated with pastel pinks and oversized trench coats. A few dogs barking at each other at the park nearby, and a breeze that blew softly against your chin.

The sparks of your cigarette, dying down with the tune of a faint guitar.

You peer up ahead of you. The Eiffel Tower is a beauty in your eyes (not exactly a wonder of the world), and a reminder of where everything began.

You’ve seen it too many times to count, in too many conditions to forget. Half-made, fully rusted, breaking apart, brand new—all of its forms in your memories. Something no person was meant to see in one lifetime.

You recall your conversations with Keiji, and both of your obsessions with seeing the Eiffel Tower, dreaming of an autumn together where you’d finally be able to watch the hues of the warm tones of the leaves reflect against the rivers that brightened the tower more than anything else in the world.

This autumn was particularly warm. Imaginably, from the scarf that wrapped around your neck, and your seven-month-old coat that draped around your shoulders. Nonetheless, you liked feeling the last bits of the sun’s warmth on your face, before the river’s breeze reminded you to head off to the bar for the night.

But something about tonight made you falter in your steps.

Maybe a sudden wave of seventy-six-year-old life crises, or seven years of no lovers, had done something to suddenly make your heart drop. 

Or maybe it was the fact that you were standing in front of someone whose face you remember immediately, despite years of longing and hearts centuries apart.

The same arch of his nose, familiar to those forty years ago, traced almost every day by your fingers so long ago. The same bow of his lips that you'd kissed over a hundred times. The same speechless eyes that rendered your heart fragile by the way he looked at you like you were all he’d ever wanted.

Black-rimmed glasses that never left his face, unless it was to rest. 

And the way he parted his mouth before he wanted to point out something important.

“Y/n. I’m here.”

But you’d rather jump into his arms than hear his voice over anything else.

“Woah—woah, woah! You’re gonna knock both of us over with that!”

You don’t even bother to acknowledge his complaint.“Where the hell have you been, Keiji?!” you whisper into his shoulder, “I’ve been waiting for you all this time.”

He embraces you back, softly ruffling your hair as he speaks into your ear.

“Algeria in 2018. The Netherlands in 3382. Switzerland in 1943. Many more times, I’m afraid, will take a week’s worth of nights to talk about.”

You pull back to see his face once more. Unaging, unchanged, still loving—still watching you. Yet with less than three months left on the clock, and no plans for the future, you don’t want to waste any more time with him. 

You clasp his hand, fingers intertwining with his as you both make your way down to watch the towering structure in front of you. Surrealness is a measly word for the way you truly feel, but you have no intention to dwell on feelings that have been established so definitely before.

You’re sure now. That Keiji Akaashi is someone worth traveling timelines for, all in the hopes of reuniting once more with a year’s limit of stories, heartfelt moments, and more.

So you say: 

“I’ve got the time to spare.”

And Keiji breathes a laugh that sounds like relief.

“I bet,” he remarks, grinning as you both caught up on 1957’s high, all in the heart of Paris, France.

© drm8ires / all rights reserved.

i lowkey hate this fic 😔

[rielovesphel]

lev as your ex and u broke up w in high school. now hes a model, you see his face everywhere

you look at the billboard in front of you, reminding you of the past and what you could've been.

lev haiba was your boyfriend in high school. he played for your school’s volleyball team, while you were a photographer for the school’s journalism club.

it was an odd mix, but you two made it work. once you finished with your duties for the club during special events, you would go to volleyball competitions to take photos of the team, and your boyfriend.

when the first print of the newspaper finished and everyone in the club had finished reading it, you would run to your boyfriend and immediately show him the picture you took.

"look, lev. it's you! and i took this photo!" you cheered with a smile on your face. you were proud that you could see his face in the school newspaper. even happier that the photo you took was used.

lev's eyes sparkled at the page you showed. "you made me look so cool! i can't wait until people see this. everyone will for sure be jealous of me, thank you."

you held your hand up for a high five. he smiled and softly slapped his palm against yours. "we're so cool." "we so are."

well, it was like that at. high school can make people busy, especially during the third year. you two were busy figuring out which school to go to and what occupation you would be in the future. things clashed and naturally, you two just grew apart.

now you're here, looking like a lost puppy in front of the picture of your ex with his sister. he had a blank expression, different from what you were used to seeing when you were together. lev was the type of person who you could tell what their mood was from their face.

his face was a little slimmer, the youthful look from high school only existing in your memories. and in your old camera.

"my camera..." you mumble. you haven't touched it since you graduated. it wasn't that there were no memories worth capturing or no memories worth lasting forever. the stress got to you, and there was no time to be dilly dallying around.

you run to the house and looked around your room, messing up the neat arrangement of where you stored old things. you still lived with your parents, so what? it didn't matter, this didn't matter. you were glad you could have things from the past just incase you wanted to reminisce the good old times.

no battery. of course, after all those years, you couldn't expect everything to work out for you. maybe the famous model lev haiba has instagram? you take your phone out of your pocket and look his name up while the camera battery charges.

his account was the first to pop up. he had an intimidating amount of followers. of course, he is handsome after all. it took you a few hours to look through his posts. he still had photos uploaded back in his teenage years.

you were now on your bed, sleeping scrolling through the last few photos on his profile. you yawn, then your phone falls down to your pillow, not noticing you accidentally pressed the like button on one of his old photos.

just me talking: i just learned how to make dividers. the clear ones (a one that tumblr supports) EHEHEHEHEHHE, i was giggling like a monster when i found out it worked. NOOO it’s not clear unless you tap on itttt :((((

steal or ai = you gonna catch these hands (doi, not saying my work is good enough for that, but please dont)

[rielovesphel]

the city mouse and country mouse with kita shinsuke!

i was watching pinkfong and the nostalgia really brought me back. so i was like, hmmm what if the city mouse went to the country side instead. thats why the title is like the other way around

lifestyle. established relationship, though not rlly getting more into it until the end. fluff?

kita was about to finish cleaning up, until a ring could be heard from the other room. he let go of the rag and stood up, heading to where the ringing came from. when he leaned over to check the caller, the name “y/n” was flashing on the screen.

“hello,” he greeted.

“hi! i’m on my way there now. around two minutes.” the voice from the other side of the phone said before hanging up.

kita didn’t question the sudden end of call. instead, he looked quite excited. he always invited his partner to experience the country life with him. a peaceful life is a life worth living after all. everyone should experience the simplicity in life at least once.

he hurriedly changed into a more presentable set of clothes, wanting to impress his partner. the wait for a vehicle to arrive felt like forever to kita, but it was alright. it meant that he could keep the items he used to clean before he got the call. the time to get there was not exactly two minutes or less.

the beep of a car could be heard after it stopped. although, it wasn’t really necessary as kita was already waiting outside; and he was sure you could see it too.

“shin!” you popped out of the driver’s side of the car with a smile on your face.

“y/n. i’m glad to see you here, but what’s with the sudden urge to come?” he asked.

a nervous expression came on your face. “hmmm… how do i say this. well, the exterminator was called to do it’s job around the house, and i didn’t want to stay around. to be safe, you know.”

“oh. yes, i understand.” he said firmly. “do you want me to help you unload your bags?”

“yes, please!”

after he helped get your bags inside, you both sat at the dining table to rest. a few minutes later, he went to the kitchen to make you a quick brunch. he explained that all the ingredients he used were all from his farm. freshly harvested earlier this morning. then, he went to go nag you about how calling and driving should not be done at the same time.

you went to wash your own dirty dishes, not wanting kita to do any more favors for you. letting you stay at his place was a big favor enough.

since you technically owe it to him for disrupting his time to work, you also helped him with his farm duties.

11 AM- 12 PM: plow beds and plant seeds.

you went around the field, scanning through the different crops while your boss is plowing. kita’s words echoed in your head. “if you see a weed, pluck it.”

12 PM - 1 PM: cook and eat lunch.

you wait for kita as he eats his lunch. he slowly chews his food, making sure it properly breaks down in his mouth before swallowing. you were already quite full from the brunch he made, so you didn’t eat along with him. though you wouldn’t mind a second meal…

1 PM - 1:30 PM: let the food digest in the stomach.

kita was sitting on the chair, thinking about the food he ate and taking a break. you, however, were using this time to nap.

1:30 PM - 6 PM: second round of applying compost, plowing and planting, and checking if water systems are functioning.

you softly pat the ground, letting the compost shape with the soil underneath. while you were applying compost to areas that already had plants, kita was putting it on the newly plowed beds.

6 PM to 7 PM: shower

shower time.

7 PM - 8:30 PM: dinner

conversations during meal times were one of the things kita used for entertainment. the countryside was a quite place, not a lot of people stayed around the fields. they couldn’t, since it would technically be called trespassing. however, the point still stands. it was isolating, and while he liked it like that, there were also times he wished he had you there with him.

“so, how long will you stay here for?” kita asked, hoping you would stay a little longer.

“i’m only staying here for one day. the exterminator will probably be gone by then, and the fumes of whatever they put will no longer be toxic.” you answered.

kita got the response he expected, so he tried a different approach. “then… would you like to stay here?”

you thought about the question, humming while you think of an answer. “i mean, it was fun. maybe the next time i come here, i won’t just stay for a day. if it’s okay with you, can i stay here for a month next time?”

“of course.” he said.

“but! please no working on weekends. both days.” you exclaimed. if one day was enough to make you tired, what more would one month with no rest do.

he let out a chuckle and smiled. “deal.”

silence filled the air.

“don’t miss me too hard while i’m gone.” you teased when the sound of the utensils fitting the plate were the only thing you could hear.

“you know i will.” he paused. “can we cuddle while we sleep tonight? i’ll miss you even more in the morning.”

“awwww shin, of course. i’ll finish dinner faster so we have more time to cuddle.” you said before quickly gobbling up what’s left on your plate.

“wait. slow down and eat properly. i miss you and will miss you, but i can’t have you choking and risking your life to spend time with me.”

just me talking: this went no where, but i thought it was fun. i think it’s cuz i’m also isolated and away from the city due to training camp. yeahhhhh i dont know how gardens work or what a farmer routine is like, so this may not be accurate. i also thought to write it like a kids' story but idk if it worked☹️

steal or ai = you gonna catch these hands (doi, not saying my work is good enough for that, but please dont)

[rielovesphel]

the city mouse and country mouse with kita shinsuke!

i was watching pinkfong and the nostalgia really brought me back. so i was like, hmmm what if the city mouse went to the country side instead. thats why the title is like the other way around

lifestyle. established relationship, though not rlly getting more into it until the end. fluff?

kita was about to finish cleaning up, until a ring could be heard from the other room. he let go of the rag and stood up, heading to where the ringing came from. when he leaned over to check the caller, the name “y/n” was flashing on the screen.

“hello,” he greeted.

“hi! i’m on my way there now. around two minutes.” the voice from the other side of the phone said before hanging up.

kita didn’t question the sudden end of call. instead, he looked quite excited. he always invited his partner to experience the country life with him. a peaceful life is a life worth living after all. everyone should experience the simplicity in life at least once.

he hurriedly changed into a more presentable set of clothes, wanting to impress his partner. the wait for a vehicle to arrive felt like forever to kita, but it was alright. it meant that he could keep the items he used to clean before he got the call. the time to get there was not exactly two minutes or less.

the beep of a car could be heard after it stopped. although, it wasn’t really necessary as kita was already waiting outside; and he was sure you could see it too.

“shin!” you popped out of the driver’s side of the car with a smile on your face.

“y/n. i’m glad to see you here, but what’s with the sudden urge to come?” he asked.

a nervous expression came on your face. “hmmm… how do i say this. well, the exterminator was called to do it’s job around the house, and i didn’t want to stay around. to be safe, you know.”

“oh. yes, i understand.” he said firmly. “do you want me to help you unload your bags?”

“yes, please!”

after he helped get your bags inside, you both sat at the dining table to rest. a few minutes later, he went to the kitchen to make you a quick brunch. he explained that all the ingredients he used were all from his farm. freshly harvested earlier this morning. then, he went to go nag you about how calling and driving should not be done at the same time.

you went to wash your own dirty dishes, not wanting kita to do any more favors for you. letting you stay at his place was a big favor enough.

since you technically owe it to him for disrupting his time to work, you also helped him with his farm duties.

11 AM- 12 PM: plow beds and plant seeds.

you went around the field, scanning through the different crops while your boss is plowing. kita’s words echoed in your head. “if you see a weed, pluck it.”

12 PM - 1 PM: cook and eat lunch.

you wait for kita as he eats his lunch. he slowly chews his food, making sure it properly breaks down in his mouth before swallowing. you were already quite full from the brunch he made, so you didn’t eat along with him. though you wouldn’t mind a second meal…

1 PM - 1:30 PM: let the food digest in the stomach.

kita was sitting on the chair, thinking about the food he ate and taking a break. you, however, were using this time to nap.

1:30 PM - 6 PM: second round of applying compost, plowing and planting, and checking if water systems are functioning.

you softly pat the ground, letting the compost shape with the soil underneath. while you were applying compost to areas that already had plants, kita was putting it on the newly plowed beds.

6 PM to 7 PM: shower

shower time.

7 PM - 8:30 PM: dinner

conversations during meal times were one of the things kita used for entertainment. the countryside was a quite place, not a lot of people stayed around the fields. they couldn’t, since it would technically be called trespassing. however, the point still stands. it was isolating, and while he liked it like that, there were also times he wished he had you there with him.

“so, how long will you stay here for?” kita asked, hoping you would stay a little longer.

“i’m only staying here for one day. the exterminator will probably be gone by then, and the fumes of whatever they put will no longer be toxic.” you answered.

kita got the response he expected, so he tried a different approach. “then… would you like to stay here?”

you thought about the question, humming while you think of an answer. “i mean, it was fun. maybe the next time i come here, i won’t just stay for a day. if it’s okay with you, can i stay here for a month next time?”

“of course.” he said.

“but! please no working on weekends. both days.” you exclaimed. if one day was enough to make you tired, what more would one month with no rest do.

he let out a chuckle and smiled. “deal.”

silence filled the air.

“don’t miss me too hard while i’m gone.” you teased when the sound of the utensils fitting the plate were the only thing you could hear.

“you know i will.” he paused. “can we cuddle while we sleep tonight? i’ll miss you even more in the morning.”

“awwww shin, of course. i’ll finish dinner faster so we have more time to cuddle.” you said before quickly gobbling up what’s left on your plate.

“wait. slow down and eat properly. i miss you and will miss you, but i can’t have you choking and risking your life to spend time with me.”

just me talking: this went no where, but i thought it was fun. i think it’s cuz i’m also isolated and away from the city due to training camp. yeahhhhh i dont know how gardens work or what a farmer routine is like, so this may not be accurate. i also thought to write it like a kids' story but idk if it worked☹️

steal or ai = you gonna catch these hands (doi, not saying my work is good enough for that, but please dont)

[rielovesphel]

the city mouse and country mouse with kita shinsuke!

i was watching pinkfong and the nostalgia really brought me back. so i was like, hmmm what if the city mouse went to the country side instead. thats why the title is like the other way around

lifestyle. established relationship, though not rlly getting more into it until the end. fluff?

kita was about to finish cleaning up, until a ring could be heard from the other room. he let go of the rag and stood up, heading to where the ringing came from. when he leaned over to check the caller, the name “y/n” was flashing on the screen.

“hello,” he greeted.

“hi! i’m on my way there now. around two minutes.” the voice from the other side of the phone said before hanging up.

kita didn’t question the sudden end of call. instead, he looked quite excited. he always invited his partner to experience the country life with him. a peaceful life is a life worth living after all. everyone should experience the simplicity in life at least once.

he hurriedly changed into a more presentable set of clothes, wanting to impress his partner. the wait for a vehicle to arrive felt like forever to kita, but it was alright. it meant that he could keep the items he used to clean before he got the call. the time to get there was not exactly two minutes or less.

the beep of a car could be heard after it stopped. although, it wasn’t really necessary as kita was already waiting outside; and he was sure you could see it too.

“shin!” you popped out of the driver’s side of the car with a smile on your face.

“y/n. i’m glad to see you here, but what’s with the sudden urge to come?” he asked.

a nervous expression came on your face. “hmmm… how do i say this. well, the exterminator was called to do it’s job around the house, and i didn’t want to stay around. to be safe, you know.”

“oh. yes, i understand.” he said firmly. “do you want me to help you unload your bags?”

“yes, please!”

after he helped get your bags inside, you both sat at the dining table to rest. a few minutes later, he went to the kitchen to make you a quick brunch. he explained that all the ingredients he used were all from his farm. freshly harvested earlier this morning. then, he went to go nag you about how calling and driving should not be done at the same time.

you went to wash your own dirty dishes, not wanting kita to do any more favors for you. letting you stay at his place was a big favor enough.

since you technically owe it to him for disrupting his time to work, you also helped him with his farm duties.

11 AM- 12 PM: plow beds and plant seeds.

you went around the field, scanning through the different crops while your boss is plowing. kita’s words echoed in your head. “if you see a weed, pluck it.”

12 PM - 1 PM: cook and eat lunch.

you wait for kita as he eats his lunch. he slowly chews his food, making sure it properly breaks down in his mouth before swallowing. you were already quite full from the brunch he made, so you didn’t eat along with him. though you wouldn’t mind a second meal…

1 PM - 1:30 PM: let the food digest in the stomach.

kita was sitting on the chair, thinking about the food he ate and taking a break. you, however, were using this time to nap.

1:30 PM - 6 PM: second round of applying compost, plowing and planting, and checking if water systems are functioning.

you softly pat the ground, letting the compost shape with the soil underneath. while you were applying compost to areas that already had plants, kita was putting it on the newly plowed beds.

6 PM to 7 PM: shower

shower time.

7 PM - 8:30 PM: dinner

conversations during meal times were one of the things kita used for entertainment. the countryside was a quite place, not a lot of people stayed around the fields. they couldn’t, since it would technically be called trespassing. however, the point still stands. it was isolating, and while he liked it like that, there were also times he wished he had you there with him.

“so, how long will you stay here for?” kita asked, hoping you would stay a little longer.

“i’m only staying here for one day. the exterminator will probably be gone by then, and the fumes of whatever they put will no longer be toxic.” you answered.

kita got the response he expected, so he tried a different approach. “then… would you like to stay here?”

you thought about the question, humming while you think of an answer. “i mean, it was fun. maybe the next time i come here, i won’t just stay for a day. if it’s okay with you, can i stay here for a month next time?”

“of course.” he said.

“but! please no working on weekends. both days.” you exclaimed. if one day was enough to make you tired, what more would one month with no rest do.

he let out a chuckle and smiled. “deal.”

silence filled the air.

“don’t miss me too hard while i’m gone.” you teased when the sound of the utensils fitting the plate were the only thing you could hear.

“you know i will.” he paused. “can we cuddle while we sleep tonight? i’ll miss you even more in the morning.”

“awwww shin, of course. i’ll finish dinner faster so we have more time to cuddle.” you said before quickly gobbling up what’s left on your plate.

“wait. slow down and eat properly. i miss you and will miss you, but i can’t have you choking and risking your life to spend time with me.”

just me talking: this went no where, but i thought it was fun. i think it’s cuz i’m also isolated and away from the city due to training camp. yeahhhhh i dont know how gardens work or what a farmer routine is like, so this may not be accurate. i also thought to write it like a kids' story but idk if it worked☹️

steal or ai = you gonna catch these hands (doi, not saying my work is good enough for that, but please dont)

[rielovesphel]

the city mouse and country mouse with kita shinsuke!

i was watching pinkfong and the nostalgia really brought me back. so i was like, hmmm what if the city mouse went to the country side instead. thats why the title is like the other way around

lifestyle. established relationship, though not rlly getting more into it until the end. fluff?

kita was about to finish cleaning up, until a ring could be heard from the other room. he let go of the rag and stood up, heading to where the ringing came from. when he leaned over to check the caller, the name “y/n” was flashing on the screen.

“hello,” he greeted.

“hi! i’m on my way there now. around two minutes.” the voice from the other side of the phone said before hanging up.

kita didn’t question the sudden end of call. instead, he looked quite excited. he always invited his partner to experience the country life with him. a peaceful life is a life worth living after all. everyone should experience the simplicity in life at least once.

he hurriedly changed into a more presentable set of clothes, wanting to impress his partner. the wait for a vehicle to arrive felt like forever to kita, but it was alright. it meant that he could keep the items he used to clean before he got the call. the time to get there was not exactly two minutes or less.

the beep of a car could be heard after it stopped. although, it wasn’t really necessary as kita was already waiting outside; and he was sure you could see it too.

“shin!” you popped out of the driver’s side of the car with a smile on your face.

“y/n. i’m glad to see you here, but what’s with the sudden urge to come?” he asked.

a nervous expression came on your face. “hmmm… how do i say this. well, the exterminator was called to do it’s job around the house, and i didn’t want to stay around. to be safe, you know.”

“oh. yes, i understand.” he said firmly. “do you want me to help you unload your bags?”

“yes, please!”

after he helped get your bags inside, you both sat at the dining table to rest. a few minutes later, he went to the kitchen to make you a quick brunch. he explained that all the ingredients he used were all from his farm. freshly harvested earlier this morning. then, he went to go nag you about how calling and driving should not be done at the same time.

you went to wash your own dirty dishes, not wanting kita to do any more favors for you. letting you stay at his place was a big favor enough.

since you technically owe it to him for disrupting his time to work, you also helped him with his farm duties.

11 AM- 12 PM: plow beds and plant seeds.

you went around the field, scanning through the different crops while your boss is plowing. kita’s words echoed in your head. “if you see a weed, pluck it.”

12 PM - 1 PM: cook and eat lunch.

you wait for kita as he eats his lunch. he slowly chews his food, making sure it properly breaks down in his mouth before swallowing. you were already quite full from the brunch he made, so you didn’t eat along with him. though you wouldn’t mind a second meal…

1 PM - 1:30 PM: let the food digest in the stomach.

kita was sitting on the chair, thinking about the food he ate and taking a break. you, however, were using this time to nap.

1:30 PM - 6 PM: second round of applying compost, plowing and planting, and checking if water systems are functioning.

you softly pat the ground, letting the compost shape with the soil underneath. while you were applying compost to areas that already had plants, kita was putting it on the newly plowed beds.

6 PM to 7 PM: shower

shower time.

7 PM - 8:30 PM: dinner

conversations during meal times were one of the things kita used for entertainment. the countryside was a quite place, not a lot of people stayed around the fields. they couldn’t, since it would technically be called trespassing. however, the point still stands. it was isolating, and while he liked it like that, there were also times he wished he had you there with him.

“so, how long will you stay here for?” kita asked, hoping you would stay a little longer.

“i’m only staying here for one day. the exterminator will probably be gone by then, and the fumes of whatever they put will no longer be toxic.” you answered.

kita got the response he expected, so he tried a different approach. “then… would you like to stay here?”

you thought about the question, humming while you think of an answer. “i mean, it was fun. maybe the next time i come here, i won’t just stay for a day. if it’s okay with you, can i stay here for a month next time?”

“of course.” he said.

“but! please no working on weekends. both days.” you exclaimed. if one day was enough to make you tired, what more would one month with no rest do.

he let out a chuckle and smiled. “deal.”

silence filled the air.

“don’t miss me too hard while i’m gone.” you teased when the sound of the utensils fitting the plate were the only thing you could hear.

“you know i will.” he paused. “can we cuddle while we sleep tonight? i’ll miss you even more in the morning.”

“awwww shin, of course. i’ll finish dinner faster so we have more time to cuddle.” you said before quickly gobbling up what’s left on your plate.

“wait. slow down and eat properly. i miss you and will miss you, but i can’t have you choking and risking your life to spend time with me.”

just me talking: this went no where, but i thought it was fun. i think it’s cuz i’m also isolated and away from the city due to training camp. yeahhhhh i dont know how gardens work or what a farmer routine is like, so this may not be accurate. i also thought to write it like a kids' story but idk if it worked☹️

steal or ai = you gonna catch these hands (doi, not saying my work is good enough for that, but please dont)

[rielovesphel]

the city mouse and country mouse with kita shinsuke!

i was watching pinkfong and the nostalgia really brought me back. so i was like, hmmm what if the city mouse went to the country side instead. thats why the title is like the other way around

lifestyle. established relationship, though not rlly getting more into it until the end. fluff?

kita was about to finish cleaning up, until a ring could be heard from the other room. he let go of the rag and stood up, heading to where the ringing came from. when he leaned over to check the caller, the name “y/n” was flashing on the screen.

“hello,” he greeted.

“hi! i’m on my way there now. around two minutes.” the voice from the other side of the phone said before hanging up.

kita didn’t question the sudden end of call. instead, he looked quite excited. he always invited his partner to experience the country life with him. a peaceful life is a life worth living after all. everyone should experience the simplicity in life at least once.

he hurriedly changed into a more presentable set of clothes, wanting to impress his partner. the wait for a vehicle to arrive felt like forever to kita, but it was alright. it meant that he could keep the items he used to clean before he got the call. the time to get there was not exactly two minutes or less.

the beep of a car could be heard after it stopped. although, it wasn’t really necessary as kita was already waiting outside; and he was sure you could see it too.

“shin!” you popped out of the driver’s side of the car with a smile on your face.

“y/n. i’m glad to see you here, but what’s with the sudden urge to come?” he asked.

a nervous expression came on your face. “hmmm… how do i say this. well, the exterminator was called to do it’s job around the house, and i didn’t want to stay around. to be safe, you know.”

“oh. yes, i understand.” he said firmly. “do you want me to help you unload your bags?”

“yes, please!”

after he helped get your bags inside, you both sat at the dining table to rest. a few minutes later, he went to the kitchen to make you a quick brunch. he explained that all the ingredients he used were all from his farm. freshly harvested earlier this morning. then, he went to go nag you about how calling and driving should not be done at the same time.

you went to wash your own dirty dishes, not wanting kita to do any more favors for you. letting you stay at his place was a big favor enough.

since you technically owe it to him for disrupting his time to work, you also helped him with his farm duties.

11 AM- 12 PM: plow beds and plant seeds.

you went around the field, scanning through the different crops while your boss is plowing. kita’s words echoed in your head. “if you see a weed, pluck it.”

12 PM - 1 PM: cook and eat lunch.

you wait for kita as he eats his lunch. he slowly chews his food, making sure it properly breaks down in his mouth before swallowing. you were already quite full from the brunch he made, so you didn’t eat along with him. though you wouldn’t mind a second meal…

1 PM - 1:30 PM: let the food digest in the stomach.

kita was sitting on the chair, thinking about the food he ate and taking a break. you, however, were using this time to nap.

1:30 PM - 6 PM: second round of applying compost, plowing and planting, and checking if water systems are functioning.

you softly pat the ground, letting the compost shape with the soil underneath. while you were applying compost to areas that already had plants, kita was putting it on the newly plowed beds.

6 PM to 7 PM: shower

shower time.

7 PM - 8:30 PM: dinner

conversations during meal times were one of the things kita used for entertainment. the countryside was a quite place, not a lot of people stayed around the fields. they couldn’t, since it would technically be called trespassing. however, the point still stands. it was isolating, and while he liked it like that, there were also times he wished he had you there with him.

“so, how long will you stay here for?” kita asked, hoping you would stay a little longer.

“i’m only staying here for one day. the exterminator will probably be gone by then, and the fumes of whatever they put will no longer be toxic.” you answered.

kita got the response he expected, so he tried a different approach. “then… would you like to stay here?”

you thought about the question, humming while you think of an answer. “i mean, it was fun. maybe the next time i come here, i won’t just stay for a day. if it’s okay with you, can i stay here for a month next time?”

“of course.” he said.

“but! please no working on weekends. both days.” you exclaimed. if one day was enough to make you tired, what more would one month with no rest do.

he let out a chuckle and smiled. “deal.”

silence filled the air.

“don’t miss me too hard while i’m gone.” you teased when the sound of the utensils fitting the plate were the only thing you could hear.

“you know i will.” he paused. “can we cuddle while we sleep tonight? i’ll miss you even more in the morning.”

“awwww shin, of course. i’ll finish dinner faster so we have more time to cuddle.” you said before quickly gobbling up what’s left on your plate.

“wait. slow down and eat properly. i miss you and will miss you, but i can’t have you choking and risking your life to spend time with me.”

just me talking: this went no where, but i thought it was fun. i think it’s cuz i’m also isolated and away from the city due to training camp. yeahhhhh i dont know how gardens work or what a farmer routine is like, so this may not be accurate. i also thought to write it like a kids' story but idk if it worked☹️

steal or ai = you gonna catch these hands (doi, not saying my work is good enough for that, but please dont)

[rielovesphel]

am i naturally cute or am i pretending to be cute because im media trained... i dont even know

[rielovesphel]

i like to read and maybe write sometimes..? i play valorant and genshin. also crk (hollyberry) but my friend list is full☹️

valorant- mnl, sg, hk servers

i wont say i main anyone, im equally bad at using most agents, but i'm better at using sentinels like sage and kj. i can also use fade and reyna if i really need to.

genshin- asia

my genshin teams, absolutely chef's kiss. i am so thankful i got columbina and ineffa when they had banners together, so i have flins' premium team. i was such an anemo collector back in the day so i have c1 kazuha, xiao, venti (not c1), scara... im dog poo now though because i took a break for a really long time.

maybe we can play these games together some time!

honestly im not sure about my hobbies, i just do whatever i want to do

please tell me if you wanna be moots! (PLEASE BE MY FRIENDDDD😢) i promise im not scary, i'm probably more scared of you (mainly because of talking) than you are of me

[rielovesphel]

can you hyperlink pics on tumblr?

[rielovesphel]

lev as your ex and u broke up w in high school. now hes a model, you see his face everywhere

you look at the billboard in front of you, reminding you of the past and what you could've been.

lev haiba was your boyfriend in high school. he played for your school’s volleyball team, while you were a photographer for the school’s journalism club.

it was an odd mix, but you two made it work. once you finished with your duties for the club during special events, you would go to volleyball competitions to take photos of the team, and your boyfriend.

when the first print of the newspaper finished and everyone in the club had finished reading it, you would run to your boyfriend and immediately show him the picture you took.

"look, lev. it's you! and i took this photo!" you cheered with a smile on your face. you were proud that you could see his face in the school newspaper. even happier that the photo you took was used.

lev's eyes sparkled at the page you showed. "you made me look so cool! i can't wait until people see this. everyone will for sure be jealous of me, thank you."

you held your hand up for a high five. he smiled and softly slapped his palm against yours. "we're so cool." "we so are."

well, it was like that at. high school can make people busy, especially during the third year. you two were busy figuring out which school to go to and what occupation you would be in the future. things clashed and naturally, you two just grew apart.

now you're here, looking like a lost puppy in front of the picture of your ex with his sister. he had a blank expression, different from what you were used to seeing when you were together. lev was the type of person who you could tell what their mood was from their face.

his face was a little slimmer, the youthful look from high school only existing in your memories. and in your old camera.

"my camera..." you mumble. you haven't touched it since you graduated. it wasn't that there were no memories worth capturing or no memories worth lasting forever. the stress got to you, and there was no time to be dilly dallying around.

you run to the house and looked around your room, messing up the neat arrangement of where you stored old things. you still lived with your parents, so what? it didn't matter, this didn't matter. you were glad you could have things from the past just incase you wanted to reminisce the good old times.

no battery. of course, after all those years, you couldn't expect everything to work out for you. maybe the famous model lev haiba has instagram? you take your phone out of your pocket and look his name up while the camera battery charges.

his account was the first to pop up. he had an intimidating amount of followers. of course, he is handsome after all. it took you a few hours to look through his posts. he still had photos uploaded back in his teenage years.

you were now on your bed, sleeping scrolling through the last few photos on his profile. you yawn, then your phone falls down to your pillow, not noticing you accidentally pressed the like button on one of his old photos.

just me talking: i just learned how to make dividers. the clear ones (a one that tumblr supports) EHEHEHEHEHHE, i was giggling like a monster when i found out it worked. NOOO it’s not clear unless you tap on itttt :((((

[rielovesphel]

BOYFRIEND APPLICATION

p.s. ok it says mr. but like it's used as not literal

part 2

just me talking: this was more fun to do than to actually read HAHHAHA but i liked the idea... also i used my real insta account for megumi (that was the most embarrassing 30 minutes of my life cuz what if someone saw it and was like "who is this megumi bro, why are they pretending on insta" NOOOOOO)

[rielovesphel]

lev as your ex and u broke up w in high school. now hes a model, you see his face everywhere

you look at the billboard in front of you, reminding you of the past and what you could've been.

lev haiba was your boyfriend in high school. he played for your school’s volleyball team, while you were a photographer for the school’s journalism club.

it was an odd mix, but you two made it work. once you finished with your duties for the club during special events, you would go to volleyball competitions to take photos of the team, and your boyfriend.

when the first print of the newspaper finished and everyone in the club had finished reading it, you would run to your boyfriend and immediately show him the picture you took.

"look, lev. it's you! and i took this photo!" you cheered with a smile on your face. you were proud that you could see his face in the school newspaper. even happier that the photo you took was used.

lev's eyes sparkled at the page you showed. "you made me look so cool! i can't wait until people see this. everyone will for sure be jealous of me, thank you."

you held your hand up for a high five. he smiled and softly slapped his palm against yours. "we're so cool." "we so are."

well, it was like that at. high school can make people busy, especially during the third year. you two were busy figuring out which school to go to and what occupation you would be in the future. things clashed and naturally, you two just grew apart.

now you're here, looking like a lost puppy in front of the picture of your ex with his sister. he had a blank expression, different from what you were used to seeing when you were together. lev was the type of person who you could tell what their mood was from their face.

his face was a little slimmer, the youthful look from high school only existing in your memories. and in your old camera.

"my camera..." you mumble. you haven't touched it since you graduated. it wasn't that there were no memories worth capturing or no memories worth lasting forever. the stress got to you, and there was no time to be dilly dallying around.

you run to the house and looked around your room, messing up the neat arrangement of where you stored old things. you still lived with your parents, so what? it didn't matter, this didn't matter. you were glad you could have things from the past just incase you wanted to reminisce the good old times.

no battery. of course, after all those years, you couldn't expect everything to work out for you. maybe the famous model lev haiba has instagram? you take your phone out of your pocket and look his name up while the camera battery charges.

his account was the first to pop up. he had an intimidating amount of followers. of course, he is handsome after all. it took you a few hours to look through his posts. he still had photos uploaded back in his teenage years.

you were now on your bed, sleeping scrolling through the last few photos on his profile. you yawn, then your phone falls down to your pillow, not noticing you accidentally pressed the like button on one of his old photos.

just me talking: i just learned how to make dividers. the clear ones (a one that tumblr supports) EHEHEHEHEHHE, i was giggling like a monster when i found out it worked. NOOO it’s not clear unless you tap on itttt :((((

[rielovesphel]

BOYFRIEND APPLICATION

(just smth short after a long time of scrolling)

part 1

just me talking: right so…. if you cant already tell, im not really creative😢 so i just pulled this out of my butt. im sorry if it’s not what people expected😭💔 also i was just gonna ghost the “first part” i did, cuz i didnt rlly see anything with it (twas for funzies) but i kept thinking abt it. taddaaaa! here’s a continuation!! i realized how boring i was from all of this… and HUZZAH I DONT HAVE TRAINING TOMORROW!! get ready tumblr

steal or ai = you gonna catch these hands (doi, not saying my work is good enough for that, but please dont)

[rielovesphel]

BOYFRIEND APPLICATION

p.s. ok it says mr. but like it's used as not literal

just me talking: this was more fun to do than to actually read HAHHAHA but i liked the idea... also i used my real insta account for megumi (that was the most embarrassing 30 minutes of my life cuz what if someone saw it and was like "who is this megumi bro, why are they pretending on insta" NOOOOOO)

[rielovesphel]

right so... when i can change my name on instagram again, i will update😭✌️