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lemontwst · 4 years

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nessun dorma | 00

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 〝 He laughed. My darling, you will never be unloved by me. You are too well tangled in my soul. 〞

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: harem x m/f!reader - the reader is gender neutral in this prologue.

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: cyoa + smut

"Are we there yet—?"

You huff, your footsteps obnoxiously heavy as you walk through the grass. Crickets and ladybugs move out of the way, annoyed by your ungraceful waddling. A moth rests on your companion's back and you lazily swat it away.

Mira gives you an exasperated look from over his shoulder, his emerald eyes flickering like there's fire inside them, "It hasn't even been ten steps since the last time you asked." he turns his head away, ignoring you when you stick your tongue out at him.

You can't help being tired after trudging behind him barefoot for what feels like hours with absolutely no indication as to where you're going. Your feet hurt, the damp summer heat of the evening is starting to let up but you're still hot and sweaty and, now that you think about it, maybe a little bit peckish too.

"Mira…"

He turns his head immediately, worried about how feeble you sound, and regards you with a stare most people would find intimidating.

His eyes are so peculiar. Like green gems that are constantly glowing. His pupils are slitted like a snake's and you've seen them shrink with displeasure and enlarge with curiosity and affection.

… His pupils are always large when he looks at you, even now as he patiently waits for your next complaint.

"I'm tired and my feet are starting to hurt… can't you at least tell me where we're going?"

This makes him stop in his tracks so abruptly you bump against his back.

"Oof—"

Before you can bring your hands up to your tender nose, Mira is cradling your face and tilting it up, clawed hands resting on your skin gently, like you're made of glass.

His face is a dispassionate mask as he checks on you, but you know him well enough to recognize the taut apprehension on his features. His thumb brushes against your cheek and your heart gives a little flutter.

"Why didn't you say something sooner?" he sighs, sounding like a parent scolding his reckless child.

He slowly lets go of your face, his fingers lingering for as long as they can like they always do whenever he touches you, as if pulling away is physically painful to him. Then he kneels in front of you like he's about to propose and grabs one of your feet, forcing you to balance on one leg like a flamingo.

He brushes away the green stains of grass from your skin with his thumb, checking for scratches and blisters, looking visibly relieved when he doesn't find any.

"You humans are so fragile."

You scoff at that. Not everyone can be as perfectly impassible as him. Seriously, you've been walking under the sun all evening and Mira still manages to look like he's ready for the royal ball. His raven hair falls perfectly around his boyish features, and his face is the color of marble and completely void of any sign of exhaustion unlike your sweaty, flushed one.

… Damn his superior fae genes.

"You didn't answer my question! Again!" You pout and grab one of his horns, giving his head a little shake.

Mira chuckles—a low sound in the back of his throat—and swats your hand away, but when he looks up at you, a snarky reply on the tip of his tongue, his eyes widen and he freezes in place, starstruck.

…

"... Don't do that." He slowly stands up, and since he pretty much towers over you, your hand is naturally forced to let go of him. You completely miss the slight shiver that runs through him when your palm brushes hard against the smooth, black bone of his horn.

"What?" You tilt your head and blink as he avoids your eyes. Did you hurt him when you grabbed him? That's new, he usually doesn't mind—

"That face." He mutters, stubbornly keeping his eyes on the underbrush ahead.

…

Oh.

A faint smirk makes your lips quiver, but you swiftly adjust your expression. You cup his face much like he did a few seconds before and force him to look at you, suppressing a laugh at how utterly startled he looks.

"You mean this face?" Your long lashes flutter against your cheeks and your lips curve into a small pout.

Mira blinks once, twice—his features are lax like he's in a daze and that somehow makes him look even more handsome than usual, brow crinkled and lips parted slightly. His slitted pupils trace a slow path from your eyes to your lips. You make a kissy face at him and you think you see him blush, but you can't tell for certain because he hastily pulls your hands off him and turns away.

"You… you're tired, aren't you? I can carry you the rest of the way."

You can't help but chuckle at how awkward he sounds and how stiff his shoulders look, but you decide to have mercy on him and obediently climb onto his back when he leans down to give you easier access. He often carries you like this when you get tired from playing, lifting you like you weigh nothing in a way that makes you swoon. He used to do it princess style, but being carried like that was pretty damn embarrassing so you compromised by going with piggybacks instead.

“My hero.” you smile and nuzzle your cheek against his soft hair—you don’t need to see his face to know that he looks pleased.

…

...

“...So where are we going?”

“Deerlet—” Mira groans, still using his affectionate nickname for you even though you're really testing his patience today; you just laugh and kick your legs in response, profoundly amused by his discomfort. The silvery bells of your delighted voice join the varied sounds of the fairy woods; a small woodpecker flees from tree to tree right above you, startled by your giggles and you glance at it with an apologetic smile on your face.

Deerlet—it's what he called you the first time you met him, 'because you looked like a frightened baby deer'.

You believe him, considering how terrified you were after getting lost in this same forest all those years ago. You must have gone pale as a ghost when you saw him come out from behind a tree, dressed in black from head to toe with horns that looked like a demon's. He often forgets to mention that he looked just as surprised as you—you can't imagine he expected to find a human child so deep in the fairy forest.

Unbeknownst to you, in your panicked stumbling you had almost reached the thick wall of thorny vines that separates your village's side of the forest from the Valley of Thorns, somehow ending up on the opposite side of where you had wanted to go.

You’d completely filled out your miracle bingo card by not only finding another person in the woods, but a fae who knew how to get you back to your village and who offered to help you without asking for anything in return.

There was no particular reason why he helped you, Mira had once told you as you laid on the grass together and looked at the stars—he just found you pitiful and had an inkling you would have pestered and chased him around until he actually agreed to show you the way home. He was right, of course. Scary fae or not, you would have risked being hurt by a weird-looking stranger rather than being left all alone in the woods any day of the week.

And you were glad you met him, as he became your closest confidant and best friend after that day, always waiting for you to join him at the edge of the forest but never coming out of the treeline. He was very adamant about never visiting your village, no matter how much you begged him to come play at your house. It seemed like he didn't particularly care for humans, with you as the only exception. He didn't wish to meet your parents nor your other friends (he actually got visibly upset if you mentioned being friends with people other than him, so you quickly learned not to bring that up).

Even though Mira makes you feel loved and cared for like no one ever did before, he still hides so many things from you—you don't even know his surname, for one. You think he might come from the Valley of Thorns but he never gives you a straight answer when you ask him about it, and sometimes he just… disappears for weeks without telling you, and you never find out where he went.

You've learned to deal with all his oddities over the years, so you didn't question him today when he told you he wanted to give you an early birthday present before dragging you this deep into the woods.

He warned you he wouldn't be able to celebrate your sixteenth birthday with you tomorrow, so you agreed to spend time with him today to make up for it.

Shaking yourself out of some oddly nostalgic thoughts, you nuzzle the top of his head again and sigh, mentally kicking yourself for thinking about his secrets and making yourself sad. You can't help but smile in his hair when his hands grip the back of your thighs a little harder, a gesture most people would consider too intimate to be just friendly, almost as if he sensed your doubts and wanted to push them away.

Despite everything, you still trust Mira with every fiber of your being. That's why the macabre words he speaks next don't bother you as they would had he been anyone else.

"We're going to a place where no one will ever find you…" He trails off, his voice going back to an arrogant monotone. He might act all cool and aloof but you know he's thinking about making you happy when he picks up the pace, his long legs carrying him much faster now that he doesn't have to worry about you keeping up with him.

"... so that I can kill you without anyone knowing."

You don't care enough about your surroundings to notice how the forest goes eerily quiet. Quiet, like a watercolor painting with the colors suddenly fading to grey. The birds stop singing, the woodpecker whose chirps accompanied your banter stops talking, and the cicadas stop crying.

There's just your soft breathing lingering in the air and the light sound of Mira's footsteps against the grass.

"Yeah okay, Tsunotaro," You stifle a yawn, briefly wondering if you'll be able to take a power nap before you get to wherever Mira is taking you, "You could have told me that before we left. I didn't even get the chance to write my will."

Mira chuckles and suddenly the forest is alive again. The gentle summer wind rustles the leaves above you and caresses your face, flycatchers and wood doves sing happy little tunes and fat bumblebees buzz from flower to flower blissfully. Nature is joyous and alive all around you and it makes you even more eager to find out what Mira has in store for you.

—

You arrive at a clearing in the woods just as the twilight starts giving way to the night. The edge of the sky is a brilliant orange that fades to purple and then to blue, a few diamond-like dots already freckling the sky like someone is skillfully placing them with the tip of a brush.

But you've seen this masterpiece of a sky before, it's what's below that makes your jaw drop as Mira slowly comes to a halt.

A bed of black roses stretches as far as your eyes can see, gently swaying in the breeze, petals and leaves twinkling with sparks of fairy dust. The view looks almost unreal, like a picture from a fairytale book and you strain your eyes trying to take it all in. You think you've been to this place with Mira before, but the roses definitely weren't there last time.

"Mira—!" You sound almost scandalized as you climb down his back as fast as your limbs allow you. "Did you—did you plant all of these?!" You take a few steps towards the flowers, the grass satisfyingly wet under your feet, then turn back to face Mira with eyes the size of plates.

…

You think you're seeing things when Mira smiles. It's a goddamn genuine, happy smile. You can count the times you've seen him grin like this on the fingers of one hand. His smiles are usually just… arrogant quirks of the lips, but this? You could stare at his face forever.

"Well, I don't know if you can technically consider it planting if it's done with magic, but yes, I did."

Magic. Of course, Mira is stupidly good at magic (and pretty much everything else, you hate to admit), but this—you struggle to make a single flower grow, let alone bloom. You can't imagine that this was an easy task for a fairy as young as him.

"How long did this take you…?"

He actually seems to get a bit shy at that.

"... A couple of weeks. I could have done it faster but finding the time to come here was not… easy."

Two weeks. Your heart soars in your chest. He doesn't always have the time to play with you—he confessed to you he rarely has time for himself at all—and yet… and yet he still did all of this for you, on top of coming to see you as often as he could because he knew you were waiting for him. Two weeks.

"Oh, Mira…" You close the distance between the two of you and throw your arms around his neck, giggling at how quickly he hugs back, lifting you off the ground with his strong arms around your waist.

"Thank you, I love you!" You place a quick kiss on his cheek, not thinking much about what you're saying because you're so excited. It's not like you don't mean it, but you are a naturally affectionate and bright person, and the words ‘I love you’ fall easily out of your mouth when you're talking to your friends and family. They all accept your feelings graciously, except for Mira who always seems to falter whenever you say it to him.

You hear his breath hitch and suddenly his hold on you is so much tighter—so tight it almost hurts, but being in his arms always makes you feel oddly safe, even when he straight up squeezes you.

"I love you too, I want you to be happy for all eternity." He lowers you so your feet touch the ground but keeps you pressed against him, face buried in your neck.

"That's impossible, silly… but I am always happy when I'm with you." You run your fingers through his hair, then follow the line of a horn with your fingertips, making him shiver against you.

"...Then it doesn't have to be impossible." Mira raises his head and you stop breathing. The tips of your noses almost touch, his impossibly green eyes burning into yours with so much determination you almost take a step back, overwhelmed by how much emotion he's showing.

"Uhm...what?—" He's so close. His eyes suddenly dart to your lips and you think your heart might just collapse. But then he sighs, his warm breath hitting your lips, and pulls away, looking behind you at the vast bed of night-colored flowers.

"Nevermind. Let's go watch the stars."

You think you got whiplash by how fast he changed the subject

"Wait, what? You want to lay down on a bed of roses? Mira, those usually have thorns."

Mira ignores you in favor of stepping into the flowers. He picks one up in a fluid motion that makes you jealous at how graceful he always is, then hands it to you. You get closer to inspect the flower, and your eyebrows raise in a surprised arch when you realize the stem is completely smooth apart from a few leaves.

"I grew them without thorns," Mira suddenly glares at the flower like it's slighted him, "I couldn't have you pricking yourself on my gift. I would have to burn this entire meadow to cinders if that happened."

… You barely keep yourself from rolling your eyes. He’s such a mother hen. He probably worries about your safety more than your own mother!

…

But you have to admit it's also a little bit endearing, in a… 'play croquet with a helmet on and pillows tied to your limbs' kind of overprotective way.

"Right, let's hope I don't give myself a papercut with the leaves then."

Mira looks absolutely horrified.

"Mira no—"

—

Stargazing with him is always so relaxing. His voice is smooth and pleasant and you could listen to him talk about the constellations forever, his knowledge of the night sky as extensive as his magical prowess.

When you turn your head and see him lying there on a bed of roses, eyes to the sky as he gives you a long tirade about some promiscuous god turning his lover into a bear, you find him more beautiful than you've ever seen him.

… He's so clearly not human that it makes your chest tighten with longing.

He looks about the same age as you, but while your body has changed and developed these past few years, Mira hasn't changed a smidge since your first meeting. You know he's much older than you… but he’s never told you his exact age, so you've always quietly wondered.

He turns to you when he notices you're not listening, and when he catches your forlorn expression the words die in his throat.

He stares at you for a long time, then turns his body towards you and lifts himself up on his elbow, looking down at you with blazing emerald eyes as he rests his head on one hand.

He smells like cherries and roses, it's a familiar smell that makes your chest feel all warm and fuzzy.

"... Can I ask you something?"

Your brow crinkles at that. He's usually too arrogant to ever be afraid to say what he wants to say, but now he looks almost… anxious? Insecure? It's an expression you've never seen on him and you find it hard to describe.

"If you… ceased to be human..." It might be because it's nighttime, but his eyes seem to be glowing like campfires.

"If—hypothetically speaking—you could live for centuries like me… would you..." He pauses, then looks away with a frown. It takes him a few seconds to collect himself, but when he finally speaks again he sounds much softer, almost vulnerable.

"(y/n)..." The way he says your name makes you shiver. You hear it so rarely from his lips since he usually prefers to call you Deerlet that every time he says it you find yourself unable to speak.

He cups your cheek and admires your features, slowly brushing his thumb against your soft skin.

You're so soft compared to him. The emotion in his eyes is something akin to devotion, but more intense.

So beautiful, so fleeting.

"Would you stay with me forever...?" he mutters softly. His bright eyes roam over you, seeming to drink you in, as if to assure himself that you’re actually there with him.

...

You frown at the strange question.

Why does he look so sad…? Did something happen while he was away? Worry pools in your ribcage, your hands compelled to reach out and touch him as if he cast a spell on you.

… But you don't, because he's still waiting for an answer.

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❥ Would you choose to live forever if it meant staying with Mira for the rest of your eternity?

⟶ Yes. Of course you would. Mira is the most precious existence in your life. You often fantasize about being young forever with him, to never grow old, to be held gently in his arms until the end of time. Knowing that this will never happen is enough to break your heart in two.

⟶ No. It’s not like you don’t love Mira, but living forever would be too much. How could you stand to watch as everyone you love slowly leaves you behind? How could you survive that kind of cold, lonely life? You can’t depend on just one person alone forever. It’s time to go home now, your parents are waiting for you.

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hoyaanae · 3 years

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My thoughts and all the things I love about Lovely Us (2020)

This drama really surprised me with how good it was written and made despite already knowing that this is highly rated by my cdrama mutuals. First ep right off the bat made me laugh and cry. The following eps kept the flow really well and established the characters and their relations. Before I know it, I'm already in love and attached to the characters and everything about this drama. It's very charming, calming and heartwarming to watch. The acting, writing, execution, ost, and production are well-done.

Set in 2007, this is another drama with nostalgic vibe that will remind you of your childhood and probably teenage years as well of your old neighborhood and the people you used to hang out with when you're younger. Even though I'm kinda fed up with childhood friends to lovers trope by now, this one did it the right way. Romance is slowburn but the buildup isn't slow at all. The main cp are so cute despite the daily bickerings that you just can't help but root for them to be together. It also have unrequited love trope where you'll see the character continuously root for that person and not expecting anything in return. There's no antagonist/evil characters in this story, just your feel-good slice-of-life drama with a touch of teenage romance in it.

Another strong point this drama have is the friendship and family dynamics. The five main leads have such amazing and solid friendship and their chemistry with each other is very natural to watch you'll wish you have the kind of friendship they have. It's endearing how their respective families are friends with one another and the parents have absolute trust with their children even allowing them to stay in closed room, have overnight at their house without adult supervision and even go to outdoor camping sharing one tent. It's refreshing to see how they showcased different parenting styles in each household and the parents aren't portrayed as someone controlling, instead they understand and communicate with their children. There's even one case wherein a parent realized he's doing it wrong so he asked for advice and help from his son's friend in order to get closer with his son.

Unlike other dramas, this one never drags out misunderstandings and touches the issue in the most heartwarming way that it never felt annoying or frustrating to watch, instead I became emotional at those moments that I can't help but shed a tear or ugly cry.

The characters are funny, full of mischief but sweet and thoughtful on the inside. It's a delight to watch them get together and have their little meetings, bicker and help each other out.

The ost will surely stay on repeat in my playlist for the next few days or weeks even. The song choices fit the mood so well and I find myself heavily lss-ed with the opening song. The song "Can I See You Tomorrow?" gives off the ultimate nostalgic vibe and reminds me of one ISWAK ost.

What really stood out to me the most are the moments in each ep wherein a certain character will narrate his/her thoughts about love, life, and family. They're beautifully and oftentimes poetically written matching with flashback scenes that made the dialogue even more heartfelt.

Here are some of the lines that are deeply engraved in my heart because they are beautifully written and will really go well as book passages:

"Once people become parents, their memory begins to become biased. They always remember they are their children's most reliable parents, but often forget that they are also children loved by their own parents. When they are waiting for their children to come back home, they forget that their own parents are also waiting for their return in a similar mood."

"The audio frequency of the sound when a snowflake falls on the water surface is over 50,000 Hz. Because it falls beyond human being's hearing range, this snowy day is still so quiet that it seems I can only hear my own heartbeat and that it seems there is only me and the person in front of me on this planet with a population of 6.6 Billion. I hope this world can be noiser so that I can pretend that I've never discovered this secret."

"They think that the probability is just 0.01, so they put on the emperor's new clothes, trying to hide their affections with magic. But affections are not that easy to hide. Even if the probability is pretty low, it will be revealed at a certain moment. So on that rainy night, while looking at her back, he found that the most obvious evidence of falling in love with her was the feeling of easement in his heart and the smile on his face when he looked at her."

"You think nothing will change as time flies by. But this time, the moment you let go and turn around, some things completely changed. The sun went down and before it rises again, some people will leave you forever. We always thought that there would be a big ceremony to say goodbye, so we keep waiting for a warm hug, a refreshing drink, and a heartfelt goodbye, but in the end, we realized that most goodbyes in our lives are all silent."

"At that silent corner in my mind, there are a number of weird illusions. For example, can I become Alice who enters the wonderland with White Rabbit? For example, can I become the little girl who enters the forest with Totoro? For example, is there some special switch in this box which can teleport me? No, none of them exist. There's no flying dragons or knights, and I'm not the heroine of some comics for girls, either. However, the only thing I'm sure about is that this escape greatly shocks my world. My palms would sweat, and my sight would be indistinct. Then my view becomes narrower and narrower until there's room for only one person in my eyes. After a long time, I know such a moment is named adventure, in which the one in your eyes is irreplaceable."

"The familiar chirping of cicadas on summer nights, the familiar bear doll who must lean by the lamb, the familiar lovely girl who frowns even when she sleeps, and the 17-yr-old time wrapped by the sense of familiarity never seem to have changed. The only difference is that when I look at the familiar him, I feel a flurry and uneasiness that I have never expected."

"There are many new days like today. Today, he holds my hand. Today, he holds me in his arms. Today, he carries me on his back and runs in the street in the early morning. Many days with him like today will eventually become my unforgettable past days. I'll remember days like today for a long time."

"Friendship means so much to us. It brings us close, and makes me flinch, so sometimes we just tell ourselves that as long as we're together, I can be just a friend of hers. But the taxi that I failed to catch, the phone calls that have been hung up, the time that's flying and my restless heart are telling me eagerly that in this world, both love and friendship are important. Every detail related to you is reminding me that we can't be just friends. So when it's still not too late, I have to tell you the things that I want to tell you as soon as possible. Huang Chengzi, I like you."

"In this world, it seems like all wishes have a guardian. Wishing wells, shooting stars, the aquarium's white whale. They're all hiding in the corners of the universe caressing the sorrow of loving someone alone. It's just that the god of happiness can't bless everyone out there. They let some people be happy and their wishes come true, and let some be sad, but they can't admit how sad they really are. The feeling of being in love is like a butterfly gently flapping its wings, that stirs up a hurricane in people's hearts. The second you realize it, then there's no escape."

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nanamilkandbrownies · 5 years

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My Haven

Title: My Haven Word Count: 3k+ Rating: ☽ for mature; ☁︎ for fluff Genre: Fluff with a hint of smut, if you squint Warnings: mentions of masturbation Pairings: Namjoon x reader Summary: “You were kidding earlier, right?” his voice a sultry, inviting whisper. Your mind shoots back to your conversation, “About...not knowing that you’re one of the things I love,” Namjoon’s eyes meet yours and you feel the fire in your cheeks. “Because...you have to know...” He takes a step closer to you, cupping your chin, “How much I love you,” Written by: Chubs☽ Author’s Note: Hii!!~~ So this is officially our first drabble. It came about after falling down a rabbit hole of De-Pressed-BTS’ ‘BTS music but...’ playlist on youtube. Please go check them out if you’ve never heard them before. Since it is our first baby, we’re equally nervous and excited but hope you enjoy it. Please be kind, uwu~~ okay bye!

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The outside rain is heavy; pounding a calm rhythm against the glass under your cheek. The window is cool to touch against your feverish skin. Your head is heavy too and pounding with the same dull vicious lull as the rain outside. You’re just grateful you made it home in time not to get caught in the downpour. Still, you imagine how the earth smells bathed in fresh rain and can’t help the smile that follows. The first real summer rain there’s been all year. The grass in your yard was already getting high, you’d been meaning to cut it and now, by the morning, if the rain lets up even a little, it’ll reach the middle of your calves. You’re tempted to muster the tiniest bit of strength and press the lip of the window seal high enough for a gap and a whiff, just one, just enough to fill your lungs with all the familiar, comforting smells. A crack of lightning cuts across the sky and the bright light has the thought rushing from your mind as you fold your knees closer to your chest and tuck your chin to hide your eyes. Your fever’s only gotten worse sense earlier in the day. You can feel the chills creeping up the backs of your arms, up the back of your neck and across your chest. You’re cuddled in the corner of the window seat in your main room, three blankets wrapping you in a snug burrito. You’d searched for your mother’s heated wrap but couldn’t figure where she’d put it and you didn’t want to call and worry her. She always worried when you called sick, probably regretting not being around much to take care of you.

A chain of coughs rush out one by one, taking a burst of your energy with them. Afterwards you bring your hand up to your throat to attempt to soothe the raw sting. You reach over and sip your tea. You think maybe you should have taken Namjoon up on his offer to stay with you tonight but having him right across the road gave you a sense of comfort. The house was lonely now-a-days and you supposed it would only get lonelier when Namjoon moved away next year for school. His parents were kind enough to check in on you every once in a while, since your mother had been away. Three years fly by and when she’s home you make the most of your time together but when she has to leave again for work and taking care of the house is your responsibility you appreciate the Kim’s and their kindness. They’d always treated you like a second child to Namjoon anyway, even before your father passed and life changed so much.

And Namjoon…Namjoon was like savoring a breath in the rain. He was soothing; he was familiar; he was comforting and even a little thrilling. One of the – no – the best friend you had; from mud pies and wrestling matches, to ice cream in the park on hot summer days, cicadas chirping, feet swaying back and forth on a swing while the hot plastic stuck to the backs of your legs and your ice cream dripped down your hands. Namjoon was climbing trees and sticking up for yourself against the other boys in the neighborhood who thought they could push you around because you were a girl and the girls in the neighborhood who hated you for always hanging around the boys; he was late nights catching fireflies and walking home together from school every day sharing a soda; he was hugging you on the first day of high school because you were nervous and then swearing he’d never tell anyone just how nervous you were and finding you in the cafeteria so you ate together every day. Namjoon was laughing at you when you started your period and beating up anyone else who did. He was sneaking out of your bedroom windows in the middle of the night, laid out under the stars and talking about your big plans for your futures. Namjoon was riding you home from school that day on the back of his bike, chest heaving, legs pumping, heart racing and…Namjoon was the chest you cried into all night long the night that your father died. Namjoon was like family; even more constant than your own mother in a lot of ways.

The lightning clapped across the sky again and you thought about making a dash across the way to Namjoon’s window as you had so many times before and crawling into his bed. You knew it was probably open. He usually kept it open just in case. Sometimes you had nightmares and couldn’t really sleep on your own, other times, the house was just too empty, and you liked his company the best. Namjoon understood. He’d always understood you almost better than you understood yourself; a fact that both intrigued and annoyed you at the same time. Especially when he’d show off about it, being a know-it-all. You’d gotten too old for it but even still you weren’t afraid to put him in a headlock or wrestle him to the ground with a savage grip to his ear until he apologized but you knew you wouldn’t be able to do that forever…Not with the way you noticed Namjoon staring at you sometimes; not with the way you dreamt of him other times. So, as much as you wanted to take him up on his offer earlier, as much as you want to dart over to his window right now…you know you probably shouldn’t. Besides…Namjoon was leaving next year. He’d be starting college in the Fall; smarty-pants philosophy and psych major working with city youth. He’d landed a dream job with plans of teaching in the future and you’d be starting veterinary school a little-ways from your home come the Spring. Things were changing. You were both moving in different directions and these kinds of thoughts and feelings, they’d only complicate everything.

You wanted your memories of Namjoon to stay nostalgic and undisturbed, nestled safely in that corner of the universe reserved only for you and him but…just the thought of the way his eyes raked over your body when he thought you weren’t looking; the way his tongue swept out over his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth when his stare reached your hips and especially the blush that inevitably followed when he caught himself staring too long. Being under Namjoon’s gaze alone was enough to have you wondering what his lips would feel like pressed to yours, sliding down your neck or his large hands sweeping over your body, pressing your hips to his. You cursed yourself for these godless thoughts about your best friend. And just when your mind began to drift off again, carried away to thoughts of the deep umber brown of his eyes and the honeyed tone of his voice, the slope of his long neck and the full pout of his lips the loudest roll of thunder rippled through your house, echoing in all the empty spaces; it even felt like the ground beneath you trembled.

“okay, okay,” you said to yourself looking up to the sky. It almost seemed to spit an ominous glare back at you, “soooo-ry. But can you really blame me?”

You huff and lay your forehead to the window again and begin absentmindedly humming a tune when there’s a knock at the door. You get up, a little weak on your feet at first and shuffle your way over to it.

“Who is it?” You call out.

“Come on, I know you know it’s me,”

“Mmmm sorry,” you stop just short of the door, “I don’t know a ‘me’,”

“Fine smart ass, I’ll just take my mom’s jeonbokjuk home then,”

“Wait!” You close the space in one stride and swing the door open. The rain is pounding the dirt and grass behind Namjoon and you finally get that breath of rain-soaked air you’d been longing for. “What are you doing delivering porridge in the rain?”

Namjoon steps through your door and you can see that his shirt and silver locks are just drenched from the rain. “I told my mom you weren’t feeling well, and you know there’s no way she was going to leave you to survive on tea and crackers for the night, especially not in that,” he motions over his shoulder. Without any warning he shakes his hair, drops of water smacking you in the face. You bring your hands up immediately to block.

“Namjoon!! What part of sick, do you not understand?!” He chuckles.

“Don’t worry, I’m here now. I’ll take care of you,” He makes his way to your kitchen and fixes you a bowl of porridge, meeting you at your window seat and lifting your legs to lay over his.

He situates the bowl in the blankets and spoons out a mouthful, “say ahhhh,”

“What are we five?”

“Always so sarcastic, just eat it already,” he shoves the spoon toward your lips. But it’s the way his eyes watch your lips intently, waiting for them to part just a bit. You give in and eat what he offers. Namjoon watches, as if he doesn’t believe you’ll swallow but once you do he’s spooning up another mouthful.

“Joonie, really, I’m not cripple, I can feed myself,”

“So can I,” he continues, ignoring your protests and placing the spoon to your lips again. You roll your eyes and eat again, albeit grumpily. But to be honest, with how much better you feel with a full, warm tummy, you’re grateful Namjoon braved the rain to feed you.

“Joonie?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you excited to be leaving in the Fall?”

Namjoon looks up at you but you won’t look his way, instead your forehead is pressed to the glass again and you’re staring off into the distance. “Yeah, I guess. I mean...I’m excited to be learning things I love and doing what I love...”

“...but?...”

“...but there are a lot of things I love right here too, so...it’ll be hard..to say goodbye to them...”

“...things like what?...”

“...like, riding my bike home from school every day, going to the beach when it’s hot, naps under the trees in our neighborhood...you...”

“...me?...” Namjoon gets up, your legs sliding from his lap when he does. He pads over to your kitchen, placing the bowl and spoon in the sink.

“What are you going to do now?”

“...uhh..hop in the bath I guess, try and get some shut eye,” He nods, running a hand through his hair and up the back of his neck.

“I’ll run the water for you,” You nod.

He didn’t answer so that clearly meant he didn’t want to talk about it and...it was probably better that way. If only you could get your heart to stop racing. You banged the heel of your hand to the damned thing. “Shhhhhhh,” you urged.

Namjoon appeared at your side, “You okay?” His brows knit together in concern.

“I’m fine,” you assure, “just trying to keep myself awake, I’m exhausted,”

He nods, “Let me help you,”

“Now I can’t even walk to my bathroom alone?”

“Be quiet for once and let me help you woman,” He offers you an arm and you slip down from the window seat. “Here,” he says, “lean into me,” He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. This is so warm; so familiar. But why does it feel so exciting at the same time? He helps you down the hall and into the bathroom; the tub is filled with warm water and a heavy layer of bubbles cover the top.

“How many blankets do you have wrapped around you?” he chuckles, staring at your lumpy, slightly grumpy looking, misshapen form.

“Enough,” you pout.

“Well you can’t take them into the tub with you,”

“Who says?” You contest

“I do,”

He eases the blankets from your shoulders, sweeping his hands down your arms to push them to the floor. The second your protective layer is gone, your wrap your arms around your body, not only because you were suddenly colder but also because of the way Namjoon was staring at you standing there in nothing but a big t-shirt, the hem sweeping just above your ass. You’d worn worse around Namjoon but this was...different. The tension in the air was palpable. Namjoon, as if snapping himself from a trance broke the silence,

“take a hot bath and get in bed right after. I’ll be back to check on you in the morning,”

You nod, butterflies in your stomach raging still, “Joonie...thank you...”

He nods and you turn to the tub, stepping out of the pile of blankets at your feet. You run a hand through the warm water and automatically feel soothed. You lift your arms to ease your top over your head and stop short, feeling suddenly, just a bit lightheaded. As your arms lower back to your sides, you feel Namjoon’s hands lifting them back up and pulling your shirt over your head. You turn to him, now in nothing but your underwear, covering your chest with your arm and Namjoon stares. He stares, eyes sweeping over every bit of exposed skin.

You feel your throat get dry, “Namj--“

“You were kidding earlier, right?” his voice a sultry, inviting whisper. Your mind shoots back to your conversation, “About...not knowing that you’re one of the things I love,” Namjoon’s eyes meet yours and you feel the fire in your cheeks. “Because...you have to know...” He takes a step closer to you, cupping your chin, “How much I love you,”

“Joonie,” He runs a thumb over your bottom lip before coming down and touching his lips to yours; hesitantly at first; a soft, unsure kiss; one that had you wishing he’d just do it already.

But when he feels you press your chest to his and grip onto his shirt, the hesitance disappears. His kisses build in eagerness and passion. Namjoon slips his tongue between your lips and relishes in the way you give in to him. He sets you up on the edge of the tub, easing one of your legs around his hips. You brush your sensitive clit into him, and the tingle has moans slipping from your lips and your head slipping back.

“Wait,” you push Namjoon from you, “Wait, wait,” you pant, bringing your arm up to cover your bare chest again, “We can’t,” Namjoon just stands, panting as well, staring at you, confused. You turn your back to him, “You’re leaving in the fall, what are we doing?! Are we crazy?!” You run a frustrated hand through your hair.

“I-I’m so sorry...,” he starts.

“It’s fine Namjoon, I-i’m really sorry too...I think you should, go,” You feel him standing there a beat longer before he’s gone. You wait to hear the front door click shut. Once it does you feel like you can finally breathe. You sit at the edge of the tub and your mind races over everything that just happened.

Did he just tell you that he loves you?

Your hand shoots up to your lips unconsciously and you swear you can still feel his there. That’s how electric it felt when your lips touched. It’s like the wave is still traveling through your body

Your skin feels heavy where his hands were. You’re not sure if you want to break into sobs or giggles or both. You step out of your underwear and into the tub. You ease down into the water and sit there until you’re sure your skin has pruned. In clean clothes, you slip beneath your sheets. You can’t sleep, not with the way your mind is racing, and your body is trembling. “Because...you have to know...how much I love you...”His words are playing on repeat in your mind. The thunder rolls and suddenly you’re reminded of being in that empty house alone and you ache for Namjoon all the more. With the second round of cracks, whips and rumbles you’re on your feet, slipping into your chucks and pulling a hoodie over your boy shorts and tank top. You’re out the front door and bolting across the road quickly; trying to make it to Namjoon’s window before another assault. You check the window and it’s cracked just a bit, as usual. You push it up and hoist yourself through, stumbling into the dark and quiet room.

Namjoon isn’t in his bed but you can hear the faint sound of his shower running.

You fight the urge to sneak a glance, reasoning with yourself: I’m not here for that. I’m just here to sleep.You kick your shoes off, tossing your hoodie to the side and nestling beneath Joonie’s covers. You press your cheek to his pillows and pull his blankets and sheets up to your nose. They smell like him. They’re warm like him. And you can feel your eyes instinctively get heavier

Until something pulls you back from the cusp of sleep. You’re not supposed to be here, so maybe you’re not supposed to hear but your name rolls off of Namjoon’s tongue effortlessly in sinful, desperate, husky moans. You’re frozen in place and your body ignites in an instant.

Suddenly all you can think of is the water running over his body, his chest and down between his thighs. You can see his stomach tighten as he works himself up to what you assume are thoughts of you and him, doing God knows what in his mind. You think of the way he’d throw his head back at his peak and grip to the wall to steady himself, his hands wrapped around his length, thumb rubbing into his sensitive tip until he can’t take it anymore and his orgasm rips through his body, your name on his lips. You fight your way through the haze and realize what’s happening.

Is he...? You think to yourself, unconsciously pressing your thighs together.

You hear the shower cut off and you panic. If you don’t leave now, he’ll know you heard but you can’t bring yourself to move; you’re still in shock. When the bathroom door creaks open, light streaming into the pitch-black room. You pull the covers up over your head. You of course know it won’t work; he’ll notice you any moment. You can feel Namjoon’s hands palming over the blanket,

“Y/n?” He pulls the blankets down from your face, “What are you doing here?”

You pause a beat too long, “I-I couldn’t sleep,”

Namjoon knows from the flushed look on your face that you heard but instead of saying anything about it he simply nods. He stands from his bed and turns from you, walking over to his dresser; water dripping from his hair down his back and stopping at the towel wrapped around his waist. He digs around in his drawer and pulls out a pair of boxers. Namjoon drops the towel from his waist as if it were no big deal to be standing in front of you naked. Your breath catches in your throat. His body is like poetry, you could write a verse a day about it; from the strength of his back down it’s slope to the curve of his ass and down his long legs.

He pulled on his boxers and grabbed the towel from the floor to run briskly through his hair before tossing it over the chair that sat at his desk and rummaging for a t-shirt. He pulls it on and slides into bed next to you,

“Get some sleep,” he says, turning and kissing you on your forehead, like he always did, only this time, you clenched your thighs tighter at the feeling of his soft lips on your skin, “And don’t hog all the blankets,”

He turns to his side, back to you and gets comfortable. You lay there for a while and you try to fall asleep. You try to get the sounds he made out of your head, but you can’t and after a while you accept that it’s because you don’t want to. You stared at his back a little while longer before taking the plunge and wrapping your arms around him; nestling your nose into the space between his shoulder blades.

“What are you doing?” He asks, voice gravelly from sleep.

“I’m cold,”

He turns in your arms to face you and cocks a brow, “You’re cold?”

Your eyes blow wide and the blood rushes to your cheeks, but you simply nod. Namjoon slips his arms around your waist and pulls you into him, “Shhh, now go to sleep,” you lay there a moment, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, hearing the cute noises he makes as he drifts and noticing the way his arms tighten just a bit more around you.

“Joonie?”

“Hm?”

“I’m going to miss you too,” you confess, heart pounding.

“Of course, you are,”

“No..I mean...I love you too,” Namjoon’s arms slack around your frame and he pulls back enough to see your face but you won’t meet his eyes still, “Don’t go away and forget me, okay?” he cups your chin and tilts your eyes up to meet his,

“Baby, shhhh. I won’t,” You pull him into you and hug him close before he tips your lips up to meet his,

“I love you Namjoon,” you confess between kisses and you can feel the way he smiles into your lips, “I love you,” he reaffirms, his lips slipping in hungry kisses from yours to your throat,

“Joonie?” you pant.

“Hm?”

“…I want to hear you say my name…like you did earlier,” The blood rushes to his cheeks; so endearing it only makes you want him more. He nods, pulling you under him.

The END.

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plagued-yakuza · 6 years

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To Have You Back

So apparently I can’t read, or if I did I forgot, because I totally missed the deadline for posting the OP x BNHA hub event! ;A; Honestly, I almost cried when the mods of @onepiecerphub contacted me. I’m terribly, TERRIBLY sorry!! @askblackleg-sanji please have my apologies alongside your gift! I loved your content and I think you’re a great artist and such a chill person. I’m willing to write you another one to make up for the delay if you want ;w;

This piece has been half-finished in my drafts since the beginning of September, and since my class today was canceled, I took the time for some tweeking and updating to make it more manga-compliant. Once again, I’m really sorry for the delay! No content warning for this that except for innuendo and manga spoilers - but it’s kinda big, so it goes under a read more.

Summary: They finally meet again in Wano. While things may have changed, others are exactly as they should be. (ZoSan | One Piece)

Moonlight paints the ruined castle in shades of silver and black, glossing over the remains of destruction, less of a tragedy and more like a dream. The existent warmth comes from the embers of their bonfire, already dulled by Wano’s insistent winds, only strong enough to create a smaller circle of golden light and heat. They’re scattered around it, wrapped around themselves to keep precious body heat, the only sounds those of a peaceful night after the stress of the afternoon and the emotional tales of the evening.

Still, one of the pirates has not fallen asleep. Despite the tiredness weighing down his bones, Sanji is wide awake, the light smoke of the cigarette and the pleasant twirl of his thoughts to his company. He has never been to Wano before, and yet it feels like home, like belonging. During the dreadful time in Whole Cake island, he has longed for this - for the sight of his asleep nakama nearby, for the safety and comfort of their presence. Luffy’s light snoring to disturb the occasional song of the cicadas, Chopper bundling up with Nami and Carrot to share a cover, Momonosuke laying against Kin’emon, even Torao asleep with that silly hat over his face. After almost giving up on it all, even if for reasons he thought for the best at the time, he treasures it even further, and the quiet joy keeps him awake for longer than he thought that night.

There is the light shuffling of cloth nearby, along with the tinkling of metal as it shifts in its leather band with the owner’s movements. Sanji makes no comment as the green-haired man takes a place beside him next to the dying fire, seemingly too caught up in his own thoughts to care. Zoro lets a long sigh escape his throat as he stretches his tired muscles, knowingly calling to himself an attention that he already had.

“So…. The girl?” The swordsman asks casually, fingers drumming against his hurting neck. His good eye is closed, his silhouette drawn in yellow and black against the fire, a sight that Sanji is pleased to be the only one awake to see.

“Didn’t really work out.” The chef shrugs lightly, taking in a deep puff from his cigarette rather than expanding more on what happened in Tottoland. He needs the calming numbness of nicotine to push it away from his mind, a sign he knows the other will understand.

Zoro snorts, a tiny smile playing on the edge of his lips - the mere sight makes Sanji frown, the edge between his brows deepening with the following comment. “I bet it didn’t.”

“What are you implying, eh?”

“That not even Big Mom’s ugly kid wanted you.”

“Fuck off! She was really pretty!” The blonde huffs, smoke puffing out from his nostrils as he glances beside him in annoyance.

“Oh, was she then? Then why all that trouble of sending Bege and shit to get you there? Like you wouldn’t do a thing for a skirt.”

“You’re wearing one.” The reply is smooth and self-assured both, a playful jab with a not at all subtle hint. He can see Zoro grim with the edge of his eyes, and he knows this means a small victory in their rather particular way of flirting.

“Last time you met a nice lady you got all beaten up. Or did you?”

“I’ll beat you up myself if you keep up with this bullshit, Marimo.”

"Would you?” Zoro’s reply is as sharp as his swordsmanship, an eyebrow lifted slightly in provocation, and in between his words is a promise that paints the tips of Sanji’s ears red.

“I will.” The chef is quick to assure, breathing in smoke to hide his embarrassment as his gaze shifts away, back to the fire, to recollect himself and change the subject. “What were you up to, during that?”

“Was accused of killing some dudes. Had to leave the capitol for that - Torao was pretty pissed.”

“And did you cut them?”

“Of course not. He only wanted Shusui.” He makes a mention to the swords held close to his hip, his index finger laying on the flowery handguard of the dark-bladed treasure. The touch is soft, as caring as he is when they’re alone like this. “They thought I stole this from an old samurai, but it was that creepy shadow dude that got his body and brought him back. He gave it to me after we fought.”

“That was back in Thriller Bark, right?” At the time, it had been terrifying; two years later, Sanji is surprised on how nostalgic it feels to remember the decaying boat and its inhabitants. “Such a long time ago.”

“You’d figure they’d have found out earlier I wasn’t here all that time back. But the attacker himself was the judge, and tried to accuse me of using it against some others, so I cut him down.”

“You cut down the judge?”

“And the building.” Zoro adds solemnly, with a light nod of his head.

Sanji cannot hold it anymore - he laughs aloud, almost wheezing in between breaths. The fingers that hold his cigarette are trembling slightly as they bring it back to his mouth, an effort to keep himself quiet and not awake their companions. It is their moment, and he does not wish to interrupt it. “That’s such a Marimo thing to do. Bet you didn’t even think of the consequences, did ya?”

“What for? I’ll just cut whoever comes my way.”

It takes more willpower this time to hold back the laughs, and he fails to control the smile that insists to come out when he hears such things from dumb Marimo. It feels so easy, so liberating - he envies it, and the feeling comes out the smoke as the cook sighs. “I wish I could be as straight-minded as you and the captain. Sometimes I think about things too much.”

“That’s your fault.” The swordsman replies in the same beat, an accusatory finger poking against Sanji’s temples as he glares at his companion with a narrowed eye. “You and this swirly eyebrow, it catches your thoughts and prevents them from leaving your brain.”

“It what?”

“You’re a dumbass.”

“Says who?? Nothing you just said makes sense!”

“Makes more sense than your face.”

“I’ll put sense in you so hard you’ll remember my shoe size forever!”

“That’s if I don’t cut you up and serve you for dinner first!”

They’re up to each other now, hands on collars, faces close enough for their noses to touch, and it is a miracle the altercation has not awaken any of their companions. Sanji’s long-forgotten cigarette is turning to ash on the floor, a different kind of drug in his veins as he leans closer, the grip on his clothes softening as his lover does the same. The hidden touch of their lips is what he missed the most - the way their tongues seem to meld against each other, to be close enough to feel his body heat and his scent, to dig his fingers into that stupidly soft green hair. He missed those stolen moments in the Sunny, away from the well-intentioned but nosy eyes of their crewmates, and the dance of competition, playful insults and teasing provocations they share in their own pace.

He missed Zoro, most of all, and he has no heart to put in words how he dreaded never seeing him again.

They back off slowly from each other, in between heavy breaths and burning cheeks, fingers intertwined and foreheads touching in the feeling of longing and the thrill of danger. They could very well have been caught, kissing right there where any of their nakama could see, and it makes Sanji’s heart drum faster in his ears with the need of doing it again.

Yet the swordsman backs off, green hair brushing against the cook’s cheek as he moves to lay his head on his shoulder. Almost instinctively, the prince’s hand rises to caress his lover’s hair, long, skilled fingers combing through in a calming gesture. It is only due to the quiet environment that he can hear Zoro whispering against his shoulder, the grip in his other hand tightening. “I missed you. Dumbass. I thought you’d stay with that girl forever.”

“I would never leave the crew. Or Luffy. Or you.”

“Nice to see your level of priorities.” The green haired grumbles, shifting his position to glare annoyedly at Sanji in between long eyelashes. “I come last, eh?”

“Suits you well for how annoying you are.” The blonde teases back, a smirk playing in his reddened lips. His gaze softens despite that, the proximity and softness under his fingertips mellowing his teasing lightly. “You know I’d never truly leave, right?”

“Fucking no.” Zoro buries his head on the chef’s shoulder again, half-hiding from his own embarrassment, half-eager for the closeness. “You’d leave us and marry the girl just so we could all be safe or some bullshit. Stop putting yourself on the line, Swirly Eyebrow. How am I supposed to deal with that?”

“I’m sorry.” Sanji mumbles back in quiet remorse, the echo of Luffy’s words fresh in his mind. I just wanted to keep you all safe, is all he wants to say, but Zoro knows it; he can feel it in the way the swordmaster pulls him closer, in the light huff of anger he lets out. He knows and he hates it, and they will butt heads for this and for so many other things in the days and years to come. For once, Sanji does not want to think of sacrifice. He just wants to stay there for a while longer, to kiss the top of Zoro’s head and whisper: “But I’m here. I’m right here, and here to stay.”

It won’t last forever, they’re both aware of that. As morning comes, their nakama will awake to find Sanji making breakfast and Zoro napping, and think no else of it. But for now, they have this moment - a place to belong, even in the dreadful Wano country, and a memory written in moonlight amidst those ruins.

“......At least I’m glad to have you back.”

#zosan fanfic #zosan #op manga spoilers #op spoilers #roronoa zoro #sanji vinsmoke #Lady Plague Speaks || OOC #[I'm SO SORRY for losing the deadline]#[whatever I can do to make up to that I will!!]#[also this is my first time writing sanji AND zoro AND zosan]#[so I'm sorry if they're ooc in any way!]#portfolio

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promethianson · 5 years

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Muse Interview Meme

tagged by @thedoctorhanged

1. What is your name? “ Kastor. Kastor Agaelus Michael. ”

2. Do you know why you’re named that? “ I chose it, so I’d certainly hope so. I was reading a book of mythologies and it struck me as RIGHT. ”

3. Are you single or taken? “ Single and desperately in love with almost everyone I meet. ”

4. Have any abilities or powers? “ I’m a witch, it comes with the territory. I’m good with divination and fire magick in particular. ”

5. Stop being a Mary Sue. “ Trust me when I say I’m far from perfect. ”

6. What’s your eye color? “ Gray blue. Like a blue that gave up halfway to being blue. ”

7. How about your hair color? “ Naturally ? Brown--ish. I change it all the time. ”

8. Have any family members? “ Yeah, but we don’t really SPEAK anymore. It’s complicated it. I love my mother and my siblings to death, though. ”

9. Oh! How about pets? “ Oh yeah. There’s Bean, she’s a fantastic little cat, just not too friendly. Then there’s Pollux, but he ain’t really a pet. ”

10. That’s cool, I guess, now tell me something you don’t like. “ I ain’t too fond of loud noises or bein’ yelled at. ”

11. Do you have any hobbies/activities that you like to do? “ Just about anythin’ to do with performing. I sing just about all the time. ”

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before? “ Yeah. More people than I’d care ta’ admit. Those I’ve hurt physically, though, they had it comin’ ! I don’t start fights, but I’ll finish ‘em. ”

13. Ever… killed anyone before? “ God, no. Not that I know of, at least. ”

14. What kind of animal are you? “ Some kinda cervid, maybe ? Probably a white tail deer. They’re everywhere back home. ”

15. Name your worst habits? “ I lean into addiction and wallow in my grief. ”

16. Do you look up to anyone? “ No one in particular anymore. My mom, maybe, but she ain’t around to be looked up to. ”

17. Are you gay, straight, or bisexual? “ Ambiguously queer. ”

18. Do you go to school? “ Tryna’ finish up a bachelor’s and maybe get a law degree one day. ”

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day? “ I dunno’. The whole MARRIAGE THING didn’t work out too well for my parents. I don’t want to have any kids of my own, my genetics are too FUCKED UP for that. I might adopt some older kids, though. I think I might make an alright dad. ”

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys? “ Definitely not. ”

21. What are you most afraid of? “ Loss. ”

22. What do you usually wear? “ Black. Jeans, usually. I’ll wear just about anything, though, I ain’t too picky so long as the texture ain’t too bad. ”

23. What’s one food that tempts you? “ Just about anything sweet. I wouldn’t eat it these days, but chicken and waffles is always tempting an’ nostalgic. Ya’ can take the boy out of Appalachia, but you can’t take the Appalachia out of the boy. ”

24. Am I annoying to you? “ No ? ”

25. Well, it’s still not over! “ Alright then. ”

26. What class are you? (low/middle/high) “ The middle class is dying before our eyes, but I’d say low middle. I ride that line hard. ”

27. How many friends do you have? “ Not many. Got tons of acquaintances an’ I’m charming enough to make ‘em if I wanted, I just... Don’t. That’s the tendency towards self destruction right there.”

28. What are your thoughts on pie? “ I certainly won’t turn it down. ”

29. Favorite drink? “ Well, it depends. If we’re talking alcohol, I’ll take an Old Fashioned or Bourbon Cream any day of the weak. If I’m just drinking to be drunk, though, it’s vodka, but no one LIKES vodka. In terms of other drinks I’ll take some, juice, herbal tea, or fancy coffee anytime. ”

30. What’s your favorite place? “ My bed, probably. Or the real rural parts out in Appalachia in the summer when you can here the crickets an’ cicadas and there’s lightnin’ bugs out you can see the stars. Maybe perched on the roof of an old farm house. Those are good nights. ”

31. Are you interested in anyone? “ Almost everyone. ”

32. That was a stupid question… “ Was if ya’ know me at all. ”

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean? “ Neither, if at all possible. If I have to, it depends on which ones warmer an’ clearer. ”

34. What’s your type? “ Pretty boys an’ just about any girl--- though, regrettably, I fall more frequently for men. Curly hair is a guaranteed killer. ”

35. Any fetishes? “ I’ll try just about anything, really. I’m a switch myself, but I quite like the opportunity to submit. Pain’s always nice so long as there’s consent. And, well, part of this is my own issues with intimacy an’ my body but I’m quite fond of gettin’ everyone else off. ”

36. Camping or outdoors? “ I don’t do camping if I can avoid it. Wreaks havoc on my poor body and my joints will suffer in pain an’ stiffness for days. I’ll go for a hike or a climb and laze around or watch the stars whenever it’s warm an’ my health is stable, though. ”

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#ChoicesCreates: The heart’s memory eliminates the bad and amplifies the good - Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Title: Kalopsia (The Freshman)

Summary: Kalopsia - the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are. To Acacia Lim (MC), Saltwater Creek was just a town she grew up in. Now home after her first year of college, she notices the changes and wonders about what lies ahead for the small town’s future.

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They always said that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I think it also makes you see the things you miss through colorful lenses.

I was born and raised in the small town of Saltwater Creek. It’s a nice little place to live in, but for the most part, living there has been uneventful. The community’s great, we’re like a small family. Word gets around easily, sometimes a bit too quickly. If you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us. Living in Saltwater Creek is basically like living with your extended family.

Funny how much things can change in such a short amount of time. Over a year ago Saltwater was plagued by bad weather from a destructive tornado to a harsh winter with a blizzard to top things off. People were always saying how this town wasn’t like how it used to be. I remember when I was younger the classroom was full of kids. It was a bit of an old fashioned town as all the grades from kindergarten to twelfth grade were taught in one building. As I got older, the classes grew smaller as more families left town. Most of the people still here today have been living here for generations, including mine.

The tornado and blizzard was the biggest thing to strike the sleepy, uneventful town in a long time. Saltwater Creek has been through a lot of ups and downs and yet it always survived. But after the harsh weather destroyed most of the town, it also dimmed the spark this town once had. I always wished for something interesting to happen in town and well, be careful what you wish for. That following spring and summer I said so many goodbyes to neighbors I’ve known all my life. That year’s graduating class only had six people, including me and by the end of the year, only two of us are still living here.

Now that I’m back here for the summer, home feels a lot different. I wasn’t a fan of the old dirt roads crossing this town, always grumbling about how Saltwater should catch up with the times. I also find it tiring sometimes seeing the same old faces every day that seeing a new face was a refreshing break in the routine. Most of the area surrounding the town is nothing but a vast grassy field with lakes scattered around. It’ll take at least an hour before we find another town or city.

When I came home from winter break, I had to admit that I was nervous. Part of it had to do with feeling out of place at home since it was the longest I’ve been away. Another part was out of fear that another destructive blizzard would strike considering how heavy the snowfall was that year. That was when I realized that I have a love-hate relationship with Saltwater’s winters. I think most of the hate came out of the last blizzard. But my love came from days where I spent hours playing outside building forts and getting in snowball fights with the other kids. I came home worrying that I wasn’t going to enjoy the snow that year.

Surprisingly, the opposite happened. That winter, I thought the snowfall looked different, like the town was in a snow globe. Instead of the cold, biting air full of shards of ice, the snowflakes fell slowly like dandelion seeds after making a wish. I was stepping on light powder and not icy slush like last year. Compared to the blizzard, it was like stepping into an alternate universe. Maybe it was just me but that winter felt unusually short.

Summer break came and once again I felt like I was looking at home through different lenses. While taking a walk into town, I saw a bunch of wildflowers blooming on the side of the old dirt road. One of the things I got out of life in this town is that nature can be your friend or your foe, there’s no in between. Driving on dirt roads is one thing, walking on them is another. I’m used to it so it’s not a big deal but on days when the weather is less than ideal, like after a long rainfall or a dry spell, in the freezing cold or blazing heat, walking down the dirt road can be a challenge. On that particular day, I was more aware of my surroundings than usual. It’s a bit of a strange feeling looking at the place you’ve spent all your life in that way. I still can’t shake it off.

While away at Hartfeld I found myself missing dirt roads. I don’t know why considering that a lot of us complain about them. The town council had been planning to fix the roads for years but considering how things are looking now, there’s probably no point in doing it anymore. As much as I enjoy driving on paved roads and walking on sidewalks, I don’t know how I’d feel if I came back home to cement and concrete roads and walkways. In a way it might have made me feel a bit sad because that would mean that things really are changing for the small town. It’s always a bit outdated in some way but at the same time it sort of has a timeless feel that I can’t really put into words. Like it belongs to a world of its own.

I walked past the creek that ran through the town. In my mind I could see myself running around and playing in the water. I never realized how pretty the creek was, a steady stream of water draping over the rocks, the gentle reflection of the sun on the surface, and the surrounding foliage bringing a pop of color to the dry plains. I found myself mesmerized by the creek’s movement, the sound of water rushing accompanying the chirping of the birds and cicadas. Hearing the sounds repeated used to annoy me during the summer, along with the crickets at night. It still does but it also feels like music to my ears, sort of like hearing an overplayed song on the radio that you don’t care too much about but it’s catchy and familiar.

Going into town isn’t the same anymore. Usually I would run into several neighbors and chat with them for a while, sometimes for at least an hour. Now most of them have left. It’s sad but that’s the way things are now. Most of the neighbors, especially the elders lived their entire lives here, generation after generation. And in the span of a year, most of the town’s history was wiped out.

My family had an old shed, which used to be a barn, was torn to shreds by the tornado. Nearly two centuries worth of our family’s past, now buried or lost to the vast fields surrounding us. Once in a while I’d find something in the grass like a piece of a gardening tool or a broken picture frame. It starts out fun, finding hidden stuff like that but then it gets sad when you realize how much is lost. I used to shrug it off as old junk, maybe as a way to sort of detach myself from harsh reality. Now I see them as little treasures, little relics from our pasts, still sad and somewhat nostalgic as well.

When you walk into town, the first thing you see is a building with a large bronze bell in front, like an old schoolhouse. In fact, that’s what it is. The building is also a church and a meeting place, sort of like a town hall. It’s the oldest building in Saltwater Creek and possibly the whole county. On the outside it looks like something from the 1800s but on the inside it can transform into anything. A classroom, a church, a conference room, I was always surprised at how fast a room can transform. That building is the center of the town, always something going on in there. I used to be kind of embarrassed about it, I mean living in a small town where some parts of it looking really old and the first thing you see when you drive by is something that looks like a schoolhouse, you wonder what that doing there in a world like this. Now when I pass by it, the old building no longer sticks out like a sore thumb. Hell, if anyone thinks of taking it down and replacing it for something more modern, I’d be against it.

Across the street there’s a little grocery store. The family that owns it has been living here since forever. They started from the ground up, building a farm a few blocks away and then building a store to sell their goods. Sadly most of what’s left of the farm was destroyed by the blizzard. There’s still local produce but recently there’s been talk of closing down business now that the owners are getting too old. The unpredictable weather is also making it difficult to grow fruits and vegetables so things have been a bit slow the past couple years.

A few blocks away there’s a shop that sells various things like fabric, books, kitchen tools, pantry items, toys, candies, and lots of other stuff. It used to be a mercantile back in the day, I guess it still is. The family that owned that placed used to be pretty rich back then since there wasn’t much competition back then. Now with most of us shopping in other places, business isn’t like how it used to be. Not surprisingly there’s talk of closing over there too.

To the right there’s an old mill that hasn’t been used for over a century. A lot of people worked there back then, I don’t know the full history behind it but it was profitable. I think my great-great grandfather worked there and then his sons worked there too. Since it was such a big part of the town’s history, it’s now sort of like a memorial. I never really paid much attention to it but now I can’t take my eyes off it. Sad to think that soon the grocery store and mercantile will soon end up like the mill. I wonder who will be left to remember it.

I feel like time’s running out in this peaceful little town of mine. Nostalgia’s already creeping in. Not that I don’t mind, I figured that’s how the old town wants us to remember it anyway. Despite the hardships and inconveniences it brings, as well as it’s uncertain future, Saltwater Creek will always hold a special place in my heart.

#ChoicesCreates #choices #playchoices #The Freshman #Acacia Lim #headcanon ramble #oh yay i finished this at one am #started this around nine #as a disclaimer i never lived in a small town i grew up mostly in cities so yeah #idk maybe i should keep a list of characters connected with saltwater creek since there's quite a few #but out of all of them only acacia's still there #the others who have lived there are my hss characters hamilton and cade hamilton's family lived there for generations cade's a few years #long enough for the town to leave a good impression and they would've stayed longer if it wasn't for the tornado and blizzard #same for hamilton's family

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