#wish i could surf everyday!!

[lionhanie]

moving to busan (kim leehan)

where you move to a new city and fall in love with a boy on the beach 

surfer!leehan x gn!reader (non-idol au)

this work is my contribution to @onedoornet 's summer event! ^_^ check it out here!!! ♡

word count: 5.5k

genre + warnings: fluff!!! maybe a tad of angst o_O, written in all lowercase!, mentions of depression + feelings of unbelonging (??), leehan is referred to by his real name (donghyun), ft. side characters taesan and woonhak

a/n: me when i had to watch surfing videos to write this LMAO sorry if its inaccurate…….. i can't even swim! LOLLLL. i def channeled some of my own feelings into this, so it was rlly fun to write. i'd even go as far to say this is my Most Favorite piece yet :,)

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you didn’t know what home felt like. which felt odd to say, given that you were extremely fortunate to grow up the way that you did– a roof above your head, food on the dinner table, and a family to share it with. the older you got, the more it felt like you needed to leave. there wasn’t anything inherently wrong with your life; sure, you had your fair share of rough patches here and there, but it was never anything too severe. despite that, you felt suffocated. it was hard to wake up in the same bed you’ve used for lord knows how long, going outside to walk the same paths you’ve walked on thousands of times, all to see the same faces everyday. this was all you knew.

moving to busan was something you never expected yourself to do. the decision was made more on a whim than anything else; immediately upon graduating, you decided to pack your bags and move to a new city, feeling like a stranger wandering alone in the foreign streets. there wasn’t much to pack, anyways. you were committed to truly leaving everything behind and starting fresh, bringing only one suitcase and a backpack for your essentials. 

you grew up in a smaller town, about five hours away from where you were now. there, you were used to the quaint homes belonging to the families you'd grown up with. the kind crossing guard by the middle school you used to attend still worked there years after you graduated, now bearing wrinkles by her eyes, but still possessing the same sweet smile she would always give you while helping you cross the street. everything you needed was a quick bike ride away. the area was quiet, comfortable, familiar. and yet, you left. 

you’d gotten to a point where you grew sick of the familiarity. to live life in one place forever scared you. it was best described as a fear of being stuck– like a stagnant body of water, peacefully undisturbed but painfully boring, to say the least. a fear of missing out on all the things you could be doing if you just lived somewhere else. anywhere more exciting than the town you knew like the back of your hand. you yearned for something else, something different. 

moving to busan meant doing things you never got the chance to do back at home. growing up, you quickly realized that being in a small town meant that you couldn’t do the same things that kids in bigger cities could do. all you had were necessities– a supermarket, doctor’s office, run-of-the-mill shops lining a dirt road in the core of the area. it was enough, sure, but you were hungry for more. on the other hand, busan was full of unique experiences waiting for you. some being as simple as trying new cuisines at restaurants you’d only dreamt of seeing in your hometown, or attending various local festivals held in the area for tourists and residents alike. 

it was crazy to think that life could be so different, even a few hours away from your childhood home. to most, giving up everything you once knew is a terrifying thought. to you, it was a wish you made to yourself when you blew out the candles on your birthday cake. you marveled at the way it’s been nearly two months since you first settled in and there’s still an endless list of things you’ve yet to try! it felt more like a dream, than anything. life has never been so bright– especially after years of feeling dull in a town you now dreaded returning to.  

moving to busan meant finally meeting new people. it was a breath of fresh air, really. the apartment complex you lived in was on the corner of a busy area, giving you access to a wide range of personalities each time you stepped out the building. you were lucky enough to get a part-time job at a newly opened cafe a couple blocks away, where you quickly became friends with your coworkers: taesan (who didn’t like coffee in the first place) and woonhak (who spent more time talking to the customers than actually making drinks).

you would’ve been content if those were the only two people you managed to befriend in the big city. they were full of life– a never ending source of laughter and stories from their respective hometowns, making your shifts go by significantly faster when you were scheduled together, much to your disappointment.

this is exactly what you had in mind the first time you thought about leaving. it was exhilarating. being someone completely new to the area meant that you could be whatever you wanted to be. there were no expectations from those around you; nobody knew who you were prior to moving. it was a freedom you feared you would never experience if you stayed back home– the smallest changes in your appearance would be the talk of the town, especially with the way history ran deep between the residents. in busan, it was a relief to be a stranger. 

moving to busan meant being by the water every chance you could get. you’re glad you moved right around the time spring started. the weather was perfect; just warm enough, not too hot. in your free time, you find yourself walking along the shore. it was only a short distance from your apartment, being only a fifteen-minute walk away from the sea. as a kid, you’d only visited it once. to you, the water was so terrifyingly beautiful. one would think they know what it has to offer on its surface, but the truths lie deeper than one could ever imagine. the very bottom of the sea could hold the most precious treasure in the world or the most dangerous creatures unbeknownst to man– the possibilities were endless. it’s a shame that you didn’t get to indulge in your interest more when you were younger, but you weren’t complaining now that the beach was practically in your backyard. 

sometimes you find yourself alone, sitting in the sand on an old blanket of yours. it’s normally right around dinner time, where most people have left the beach and the sun begins to fall from the sky. you could sit there for hours, listening to nothing but the waves crashing against the sand while you wait for the mix of colors from the sunset to paint the sky. you try to find a new place to relax every time you come to the water. much like how you felt about your hometown, it didn’t feel right to return to the same spot each time. 

on one of your routine visits to the beach, you met a boy, whose story felt oddly familiar to you. much like your own upbringing, he’s been in the same place his whole life. this is where your timelines falter– it’s clear he has zero intentions of leaving the city he grew up in. to him, this is the only definition of home he could imagine. you were almost jealous. you yearned to know what it meant to truly enjoy being in the same place for so long. maybe it was commitment issues, or maybe it was just a never-ending desire to know more– to experience everything life had to offer. for donghyun, he seemed just fine being here forever. 

the first time you saw him was by chance. today, you decided to go see the water after work. it was rare you worked the mid-shift, which coincidentally ended around the time you would normally find yourself sitting in the sand. “are you doing anything after work today, Y/N?” taesan asks, watching you take off your apron and fold it neatly before placing it into your bag. 

“i think i'll go to the beach today.” you smile at the thought, having quickly found comfort in the location.

“wow, i'm jealous,” woonhak pouts at you from behind the register. “can’t believe you’re leaving taesan and i to close all by ourselves today!” 

you playfully roll your eyes at the boy. “you should blame our boss, not me. if we’re all off one day, i promise we’ll all go together!” your coworkers wave goodbye to you as you walk out of the front entrance, happy to see that it was still somewhat bright outside. you normally left long after the sun had set, when most of the neighboring stores were closing as well. 

the walk there was always pleasant. you liked exploring different routes, seeking out all possible ways to get to the same destination. it’s hard to keep the excitement bubbling within you contained when the vast expanse of sand first comes into view. there were still groups of people scattered across the area, but because it wasn’t exactly “beach season” yet, it wasn’t too populated. you hadn’t brought your usual blanket with you; coming here was a spontaneous decision. instead, you decided to lay out your apron close enough to the water to smell the salty air but just out of reach of the waves rippling against the shoreline. 

you plant yourself onto your makeshift beach towel, the sand feeling soft below you, still warm from the sun’s touch. looking into the distance, you’re entranced by the movements of the sea. it was healing, the rhythmic push-and-pull of the waves leaving a white foam in its path, bubbling and full of life. the calls of seagulls from above you, soaring around peacefully.

you wish you knew what it could feel like to fly like that, to feel the air beneath your wings. complete freedom. a small figure comes into your view, pulling your gaze away from the birds. someone’s surfing? it’s a little cold to be doing that right now. even so, the boy didn’t seem to mind. standing on the surfboard, his face was filled with pure joy as he rode the water beneath him. the closer he got, you were able to hear his fun-filled cheers more clearly. complete freedom. 

he was awfully good at what he was doing, unphased even if the tide seemed to pick up a bit more than expected. right now, the stranger looked completely in tune with the water; as if they were one and the same. his movements were graceful, despite how difficult it must be to keep balance. 

the wave soon dies down, crashing against the sand as it always does. your eyes observe the way he laughs to no one but himself as he walks through the shallow parts of the water. drops of water fall from his hair as he shakes his head, board held securely beneath his arm. the wetsuit is tight against his skin; his figure is lean and toned, presumably from all the surfing he does. 

he’s not too far away from you now, catching his breath as he sits in the sand parallel to you. the surfboard sits idly against the sand as he looks out into the horizon, seeking his next adventure. it’s not long before he gets up and approaches the water once more, sensing a big one coming up. you didn’t know much about how this worked, having only seen it in movies or tv shows, never in-person like this. 

the man lays stomach-down onto his board, determined as he paddles deeper into the unknown. he’s dismissive of the smaller ripples against him, not nearly powerful enough to get a good ride. it’s impressive how he seems to control the water, rather than the other way around. it’s clear that he loves what he’s doing. you decide you love it too, completely mesmerized by the way he maneuvers through the tide. he disappears briefly as a larger wave washes over him, but he’s quick to rise above it, emerging on the other side and pushing further into the sea. you watch as the water begins to crest close to him. this is the one. 

if you weren’t paying enough attention, you would’ve missed the way the stranger effortlessly springs to his feet, knees bent slightly when he first mounts the board. he shuffles slightly, adjusting his stance for better balance. almost in tune with the water, he skillfully navigates the wave, letting the water bring him back to the shore once more.

the sun was behind him now, a beautiful arrangement of pinks and oranges flooding the sky, making the picture perfect. you almost couldn’t believe you had the pleasure of seeing it in real time, the whole scene looking like a frame out of a movie. there it was again, an expression of bliss as he enjoys the ride, arms stretched out in the air by his sides as the board is pushed back to the shore once more. even when he falls off the board as the momentum slows down, the grin on his face never dies. 

despite your attentiveness, you don’t comprehend the way the handsome man was heading your way, being led by the tide. much like before, he’s chuckling to himself as the high from the ride slowly dies down. his hand runs through his damp locks after wiping the salty water from his face. now, he’s walking directly towards you, eyes shaped like crescents with the way he was cheesing so hard. your heartbeat speeds up. you turn around, finding that there was no one else around. his smile is reserved for you. 

the board is held close to his body as he leaves the water, his footsteps leaving indents in the damp sand behind him as he settles a couple feet away from you. there’s a soft plop as he drops the surfboard on the ground, taking a seat next to it. 

“do you want to try?” his eyes flick over towards the water before they’re back on you. 

“huh?” you’re baffled at the way you were observing him from afar only a couple minutes prior, and now he’s striking up a conversation. 

“you’ve been watching me for a while, no?” he tilts his head, lips curling into a small smile. his accent is thick, more obvious than some of the others you’ve heard in your short time there. he must be from around here. 

“was i that obvious?” you joke, playing with a handful of sand by your feet. 

the stranger laughs in response. “there’s barely anyone else here right now, at least around this time of year. you think i wouldn’t feel a set of pretty eyes on me while i surfed?” your cheeks heat up at the comment, feeling a bit flustered at the sudden praise. he’s properly facing you now, hand outstretched in your direction. “nice to meet you, not-so-secret admirer. my name is kim donghyun.” 

his hand is still wet, drops of water touching your own as you reach out to shake it. “i’m L/N Y/N. it’s nice to meet you too, donghyun.” 

“is that an apron you’re sitting on?” he points out, moving to fiddle with one of its strings resting in the sand. 

“pfft, yeah. forgot to bring my blanket today.” you explain, laughing at your forgetfulness. “i just got off work.” 

“you come here often, then?” his hair was completely soaked still, droplets falling from it and landing beside him. 

“i guess you could say that. i only moved here a couple weeks ago.”

“you picked the perfect city. i love it here.” the sun was almost completely out of view now, having slowly disappeared into the horizon. it was beautiful out. you breathe in the salty air as you watch the stray clouds floating by. 

“yeah, i think so too. busan has been treating me well.” 

“god, i’m starving,” he gets up abruptly, brushing his hands together to remove the sand clinging to them. you expect him to pick up his board and walk off, turning him into nothing more than an oddly-sweet beach interaction. “i know a good gukbap place nearby. coming with?” he extends a hand out to you again, waiting for you to accept his invitation. why not? 

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moving to busan meant enjoying summer for the first time in years. as a kid, you used to dread this time of year. most of your friends looked forward to school finally ending, but to you, this just meant you truly had nothing to do with your spare time. your days were spent walking down the worn down paths listening to music, or sitting in your backyard reading one of the many books in your collection. this was the closest thing you had to “escaping” from your reality. 

now, you had an entire city to explore. you were eager, but you wanted to take your time doing so. the last thing you would want is to get tired of busan, even if you arrived just a couple months ago. you didn’t see your excitement wearing down any time soon. 

“there’s my favorite barista!” donghyun’s smiling at you in front of the register, where you’d been standing for the past couple hours. once you told him you were working at one of the local cafes, he quickly became a regular (only when you were on schedule, of course). 

“you’re not getting anything today?” he shakes his head no, making you chuckle. he actually never bought anything when he was there, rather showing up just to talk to you in your free time. you tap a few buttons on the screen, starting your thirty minute break and walking out to the main floor of the shop, the surfer following closely behind.  

“do you want to go to the beach with me later?” donghyun rests his head against his hand as he looks at you from across the table. “i’m going surfing again.” it’s sweet the way his eyes sparkle when he talks about his beloved hobby. 

“wow, i would’ve never guessed!” you respond sarcastically, earning a giggle from him as he shrugs. “i’m closing today though. guess you won’t have an audience today.” 

he pouts back at you, sniffling as he wipes away non-existent tears. “who else am i going to show off to then?” ever since the day you met, you found yourself seeing donghyun more often than you initially expected. you thought that he’d just be a friend you’d find in the waters every so often. not that it was an issue, no– rather, you found yourself perking up every time he walked through the doors. it’s something woonhak quickly picked up on when working with you, often nudging you with his elbow suggestively every time donghyun showed up. 

“i’m off tomorrow, though.” you’re looking at your shifts on your phone. “if you’re free, maybe we can-”

“yes.” he answers immediately, catching you off guard.

“you’re not going to let me finish my sentences now?” you can’t hold back the grin on your face at how forward he was. “what if i asked you to go fishing in the middle of the night or something?”

“...i’d still say yes. that sounds fun, actually. we could totally do that if you want to!” every word that came out his mouth was so incredibly endearing, even if he wasn’t trying. 

…and that’s how you found yourself next to him at midnight, only a couple hours after you got off work, sitting in two fold-up beach chairs on the dock. “i’d question why you have all this fishing gear, but i should’ve expected as much from you, donghyun.” 

“hey, isn’t this nice though? there’s no one else here at this time.” he looks proud as he rests the fishing rod on the wooden guard rail, line casted in the water. “isn’t it kind of romantic?” 

your cheeks heat up at his implications. if it weren’t for the warm lantern placed between you two, he would’ve missed the blush on your face. “i was joking when i said we should do this, you know.” 

“oh, was it? i was serious, though.” you can tell he’s telling the truth with the way he looks at you with a serious gaze. 

“yeah, i know that now.” you didn’t mind being dragged around to his odd antics. weird, yeah, but you can’t deny the fact that you enjoyed every second of his company. he enjoyed yours as well. “i find it funny to think you find this to be romantic.”

“why wouldn’t i? you’re here with me, after all.” with that, you realize that you see donghyun as more than just a boy you met on the beach. 

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moving to busan meant having someone to walk with once the autumn leaves started coming in. it was always nice to see the trees begin to change color, but you always wondered what it would be like to see the transition on a bigger scale– and busan gave you the perfect chance to do just that. now that you finally got to experience the fall wonder somewhere new, you weren’t sure if you could ever go back to the life you once lived.

days like this were common, where you’d walk through the streets that donghyun grew up in. usually it was just you two, but today, he suggested you come with him as he walked his dog. naturally, you accept; it was hard to deny a cute boy with an equally cute dog in his arms. you hold onto the leash, smiling at the way koni would stop every couple minutes to sniff something on the ground. 

as you walk a bit further, you stumble across a large crowd of people surrounding various street vendors, curiosity piqued within you. “ah, is it already time for the jagalchi festival? how could i forget!” donghyun marvels at his poor memory, he hadn’t realized it’s already been seven months since you entered his life. time seemed to go by quicker with you by his side. 

“festival? this happens every year?” your steps slow down, koni gently tugging on the leash to keep walking towards the bustling area. 

“yeah, it’s basically like a huge fish market that runs for a couple days. tons of people come from around the country to see it, actually. the local fishermen show off all the catches from the season, so you know it’s the freshest you can get… and there’s performances too! you have to see it now that you’re a busan resident!” 

donghyun takes your hand in his, leading you towards the festival. banners were put up all over the area, welcoming in visitors from near and far into the heart of busan. colorful lanterns adorned the sides of each vendor’s stall, enveloping the area in a comfortable glow. there were people of all ages in attendance, smiling and laughing amongst each other as they explored everything the market had to offer– this was something you would’ve never experienced back at home. 

the two of you come to a stop at one of the less crowded sellers. its owner, a kind looking old man, was standing proud at the buckets of fish laid out on the ground in front of him. “should we raise a fish together?”

“donghyun, these fish are dead.” 

he rolls his eyes at you playfully. “duh, i know that. i mean like, going to the store and getting a new friend for my tank at home.” 

“wouldn’t that just mean you’re raising it on your own? i don’t have any space for a fish tank at my place.” you think back to your apartment, which now felt like a space you could truly call your own. you were proud to think that you finally felt like you were where you belonged, even if you’ve only been here for a short time. 

“that’s fine! what matters to me is that we bought it together! obviously i’d give you visiting rights to our child.” how could you reject him when his eyes light up at the mention of getting a pet with you? 

“woah, our child? we must be serious now.” your comment is nothing more than a joke, but he’s silent as he thinks about what he wants to say. he gives the hand he’s holding a slight squeeze. 

“can i be your boyfriend, Y/N?” 

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moving to busan meant finding a new type of warmth amidst the cold winter. back at home, winters felt especially difficult. you were prone to the adverse effects of seasonal depression when this time of year came around. the days weren’t as long, sun setting much earlier than it did in the summer, leaving you with nothing but darkness. just getting out of bed felt like a hassle– there was nothing to look forward to in such a boring town. everything was just… so bland. you were in a constant state of irritation, the smallest things ticking you off and leaving you frustration for no specific reason. 

this winter, you found it hard to believe those old feelings haven’t come back yet. not when you had someone like donghyun at your side. if you found it hard to get out of bed, he’d be there to drag you out with him, humming to himself as you made breakfast together in your tiny kitchen. if you felt like crying, he’d be waiting next to you, box of tissues in hand as he wiped away your tears.

winter usually felt like being dragged deeper into the ocean, unable to swim– but now, donghyun was there to bring you back to the surface, safe and sound. each day spent with him felt like healing; as if nothing bad could ever happen to you knowing that there was someone who looked at you with nothing but love in his eyes.

“do you ever miss your hometown, Y/N?” you were laying in your boyfriend’s arms in his childhood bedroom. his prized fish tank sat on his dresser, where the fish you bought together swam happily amongst its friends. there were photos of him as a kid framed on his walls– him at his middle school graduation smiling proudly between his parents, him holding koni as a puppy, him crying beside his older sister on the playground– each one giving you a glimpse of the life he lived before he met you. “i can’t imagine throwing everything away and leaving like you did.”

“well, it sounds bad when you say it like that. i don’t think i was happy there, though.” donghyun knew he wanted nothing more than to give you a home you felt comfortable going back to. a place where you could feel true happiness in. he’s mindlessly running his hands through your hair from behind you as he listens. “i can’t say i miss it just yet. maybe i’ll visit sometime soon, just not now.” 

“does that mean you’re happy here? in busan, i mean.”

“yeah, i’m happy,” you take a moment to reflect on the way your life completely changed upon leaving the town you once knew; how a stranger on the beach brought color into your colorless world. sunsets spent eating ice cream on a hot day at the beach, meals shared at his favorite local restaurants, and nights much like this one, being embraced by the man you love, as you talk until the sun rises. “i knew things would be better somewhere else, but i’d never imagine meeting someone like you so soon. you make me feel like i should look at things a little differently at home.” 

“if you ever decide to go back there, can i come with you?” he rests his head on your shoulder, cheek touching yours. 

“hm? i mean, if you want to. there’s not much to see there. i don’t think you’d have as much fun there as you do here.” you offer, thinking about how disappointed he’d be upon seeing that there truly was nothing to do there compared to busan. 

“i want to see it. i don’t care if you think it’s boring,” he’s sincere with his words, you can tell he means everything he’s saying when it comes to you. “we can rewrite all your bad memories together. it makes me sad to think you look back at the town you grew up in without fondness.” 

“it’s going to be at least a year until i want to see that place again,” you grab his hand, large fingers enveloping yours. “but i’d like that a lot, donghyun.” 

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and by the time spring rolls around once more, and it’s finally been one year since you moved to busan, you think you finally understand what it means to feel at home. you never got the chance to visit the temples last year, just barely missing cherry blossom season when you first unloaded your boxes in your empty apartment. from then, you promised yourself you’d save it for the best time of year, when the blossoms were in full bloom, baby pink petals on display and falling along with the occasional breeze. 

you’ve never known what it felt like to be loved wholeheartedly, but you’re certain this is it, as you walk hand in hand with donghyun through a path of cherry blossom trees. with him, you found that every day felt like a scene out of a drama. exiting through the temple’s entrance, you return back to the streets you were now familiar with. there’s a small creamery hidden between a restaurant and convenience store, and you find yourself sitting at a table outside, ice cream slowly melting in their cups in front of you. 

“i wish i was cooler when i asked to be your boyfriend. i think about that a lot,” donghyun plays with your fingers across the table before intertwining them with his own. “in all honesty, i was thinking about it for a long time before that day.”

“really?” this was news to you. you knew you had more than platonic feelings for donghyun that night at the dock, but you were surprised to hear he felt the same way as early as you did. it warmed your heart to think he fell in love as quickly as he did. 

“yeah. i wanted to do something cool, like surprising you at work with a big bouquet of flowers, or making you your favorite food and hiding a note in it. just anything more interesting than popping the question at a damn fish stall.”

you burst out laughing at the thought of finding a piece of paper in your meal. “it was perfect to me, though. i’m more shocked at the fact you saw me like that for so long, donghyun.” you feel shy suddenly, reminiscing on the way your heart would speed up everytime he walked into the cafe, or when he would walk you back to your apartment after spending the day in the water together.

“i knew you’d be someone important to me the day i noticed you watching me on the beach. i don’t know why, though. maybe it’s just because people don’t really bat an eye when they see me surfing.” 

“it was hard not to. i’ve never seen anyone so carefree. i guess i was just jealous of the fact that someone could look like that.” you can’t believe it’s already been a year since you first saw him on the beach. it was almost as if the sea brought the two of you together when the wave he was riding pushed him straight to you. 

“i think you look like that when you’re with me,” donghyun’s smiling at his realization. “when i’m with you, it feels like i’m riding a wave that never dies. i’d give up surfing if it meant i could have you by my side forever.” the confession shocks you, knowing how much he loved spending hours at the beach every day, chasing the high he got when he was on his surfboard. you wanted to cry; to think that someone would let go of something that meant the world to them just for you. donghyun thinks he could cry too– to think that he had found you, a person who changed his world in a matter of months, by a stroke of fate. 

to donghyun, you moving to busan meant making you a part of his definition of “home”. 

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[darkbluekies]

The witty and uncanny pt 2

Doctor!yandere OC x reader x mafia!yandere OC

Summary: you knew that they'd be back for you, you just didn't know you'd stumble upon them so quickly.

Warnings: stalking, guns, knives, yandere

word count: 2.3k

Part 1 part 3

You pull the dark hood over your face and sit down by the coffee shop's counter, eyes cautiously wandering around the room. You're not sure who's a friend and who's an enemy. Silas has eyes everywhere and you wouldn't be surprised if he'd ordered more people to look for you. After your escape from the hospital, you've done your best to keep a low profile. You've couch surfed and slept outside. It hasn't been comfortable, but it worked. In the inside pocket of your black hoodie is the gun you stole from Silas and then from doctor Kry. You always keep it close … just in case they decide to show up unannounced.

"Hi, Y/N", your manager smiles. "Ready for your shift?"

"Yes", you answer.

When you've collected enough money, you're getting out of here. You like this place, maybe even more than you'd admit. The atmosphere is slow and soft, no one's in a hurry, everyone's just enjoying the moment. Just like you should.

Dr Kry sighs and puts down the dumbbells. His heart is pounding in his ears. Is it even worth it anymore? Despite working so hard that his muscles are pulsating, he can't feel anything. He had you and then he lost you … and then he had you again … and you got away. Dr Kry doesn't blame you for hurting him. You were scared, hurt and unwell. You acted irrationally. That's why he has to get you back. You're not well and the world will only hurt you. Or worse …

His foot is back to normal by now. A scar is left from where you shot him. He can't get himself to feel mad over it. It's a constant reminder of you, so why should he be angry? 

Dr Kry leaves the gym to go take a shower. He does so in your room, somehow wishing that you'll be lying in the bed once he comes out again. He hates to see the empty bed, but he still comes into the room everyday. He uses the shower as an excuse to walk in, but sometimes he just sits by your bed, watching over nothing.

After showering, he makes himself ready to go out. He puts on a sand colored Jean jacket over a white turtleneck and a pair of blue jeans.

The only reason he leaves the hospital is to look for you. He has been to your parents house, your friends houses, motels and other hospitals. He saw some traces of you on a couch in a friend's house. He knows that you're somewhere around him, and it's just a matter of time before he finds you.

You pour up a hot cup of coffee for a customer and give them a gentle smile. Your head is pounding. It's been months since you last slept in a real bed. Ironically enough it was the hospital bed. Couch surfing might keep you social, but your organs are suffering. One wrong move and your spine will split in two.

"Good morning, could I have a plain, black coffee, please?" a voice asks gently. "No coffee, nothing extra … just a plain, black coffee?"

Your eyes dart to the man in front of your colleague as your heart sinks to your stomach. Without his doctor's clothes, he's almost unrecognizable. He looks just like anyone else. 

You're quick to look away and continue with the last customer's order. Your colleague will take care of the doctor. If you're lucky you won't have to interact with him at all and he won't notice you. You pull the hoodie closer and feel for the gun in your pocket.

Your colleagues glance at Dr Kry, unforgivingly checking him out. You give him a discreet look. He has bags under his eyes. He's always had them, but these ones are darker. Otherwise he looks normal.

"Y/N, can you take this order?" your colleague asks you as she swings her bag over her shoulder. "I have to go to the post office before twelve or my letter won't reach my parents before their anniversary."

You want to yell at her but instead you press your lips together and nod. She disappears, leaving you alone by the counter. Quietly, you start to pour a white cup with steaming hot coffee

"Quite a nice morning, don't you think?" Dr Kry says.

You nod, still keeping your head down. The hood covers most of your features and you hope that he's too tall to notice the hair that sticks out. If you start tucking it back, he'll grow suspicious.

You give him the cup and you shudder as your fingers brush against his. Electricity shoots through your veins — and not the good kind.

"Thank you so much", Dr Kry smiles. "Have a good day."

"You too", you whisper.

He walks away. Quickly, you run to the changing room to catch your breath. Holy fuck, he was right in front of you. You literally touched him. You talked to him. This was too much. Without a second to waste, you throw the apron off your body and sprint out the back door. This was too risky, you can't come back here in case he ever comes back. Your heart is beating in your ears. You run the quickest you can down the street before he can realize.

Doctor Kry walks out to his white car with his coffee in his hands. He sighs heavily and takes a sip. It burns nicely in his throat, it reminds him that he's still alive. He feels like a walking shell. He looks for you every day … but you're nowhere.

Wait. That voice. That … touch. 

Dr Kry quickly turns around and looks at the sweet coffee shop. He hurries back in. The counter is empty. With a quick glance around, he walks behind the corner and into the back room. He looks around, seeing an apron on the floor. Squatting down, he picks it up. The nameplate says a name he first doesn't recognize, but then he smiles. Your middle name. 

"Oh, sweetheart", he sighs with a smile on his face. "It really was you."

Hope is blooming in his chest. Holy fuck, he was right in front of you. You literally touched him. You talked to him. He needs more. He notices that the back door is swung open and runs out tk his car. He'll catch you soon enough. He's not unarmed this time.

He's utterly embarrassed. Fainting on the floor in a hospital like that? Because someone managed to prick a needle into him? That's not something he brings up often and frankly something he wishes to forget. The second he regained consciousness he called for his right hand man to pick him up. There was blood in the elevator when he was getting up to the ground floor and he feared it came from you. Silas had to leave the hospital that day. He still believes that the doctor has kept you away in the hospital room. One day he'll be back for you and he won't let that uncanny doctor win. He has put out his men all over the city to keep their eyes open for you. You can't hide forever, it's just a matter of time. But for the time being, he's keeping himself occupied with work until he comes up with a plan to get you away from that pesky doctor.

"Boss, we found them!" 

Silas looks up. "Where?"

"They were caught on one of the city's surveillance cameras, running down the street. We've seen them before, it's the one with the black hoodie. The hood flew off when they were running."

"I had a feeling that it was them!"

He should have trusted his gut. He could already have had you, but he told himself that it couldn't be you. You were at the hospital, weren't you? Apparently not.

"Let's go get them", Silas says and stands up. "I'll get my coat. Get a blanket, they must be cold and make someone prepare the basement. I've had enough of this running around."

Silas grabs his black coat and storms out to his car. His men follow and one gives the boss a green blanket he can wrap around your body once they get you.

Silas jumps into his car, ready to go. He won't let you get far. 

He speeds through the city to reach you before you disappear.

"Where are they?" he asks his second in command. "Hurry up!"

"I-I don't know, boss!" He almost shouts back. "They're not on any of the cameras anymore."

"What?!"

"The last I can see of them was ten minutes ago. They ran out into the forest!"

"I fucking hate them."

He sighs heavily. He'll have to search for you in the woods? He might as well burn it down when he’s at it. He speeds up, determined to get to you before the forest swallows you whole. 

Not long after starting your forced workout, you can hear a car speed up beside you. Looking to the side, you see the face of a familiar blonde man behind the wheel. You gasp and run into the forest before he has time to park. 

"Y/N!" Dr Kry shouts behind you. "Wait!"

Like hell you will. You speed up, flying over the dirty ground beneath you. Behind you, you can hear the man run quickly as a tiger. You feel for the gun in your pocket, happy that it’s still there. Soon, you feel how the doctor grabs a hold of you and suddenly, the ground disappears from under your feet. For a second, you fall, only to be hit by the harsh ground. 

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, Y/N”, Dr Kry says and helps you up on your feet. “But I didn’t know how else to stop you.” 

He brushes off your clothes with his hands before cupping your cheeks that have started bleeding. You’re too tired, too scared to move. Teary eyes glare at him as he caresses your cheeks with his hands. 

“My sweetheart”, he whispers and hugs you tightly. “My poor, little Y/N, I’m so sorry it took me so long to find you again. I’ve been feeling so awful about how our last encounter ended. I don’t blame you, you don’t have to be worried that I’m angry. I’m not, I promise! I know Silas scared you and that you wanted to get as far away from him as possible … and that meant getting away from me too. I understand.”

“No!” you shout and push yourself out of his chest. “You don’t understand a single, fucking thing!”

He hisses and brings you back, suffocating you into his sand colored jacket. 

“Let me go!” you shout and try reaching for the gun. 

Something sharp hits you in your waist and you freeze. 

“Y/N”, Dr Kry whispers in your ear. “Don’t make me hurt you, okay? I really don’t want to.”

“If you care about me so much, why would you hurt me? You sick freak.”

“If you don’t understand what’s best for you, then I have to take drastic measures to take you back where you’re safe. You have to understand that, sweetpea.”

“Drop the knife.”

You freeze at the new voice. It can’t be. Before you have time to register the voice, Dr Kry has pushed you behind him. You can glance at Silas standing a few meters away dressed in his black coat, but you hide behind the doctor to shield yourself. 

“How did you know we were here?” Dr Kry asks coldly. 

“I have my ways”, Silas answers just as chilly. “Now, give me what’s mine and you won’t die here today. I might even let you go. Might.”

“Do you think I’m stupid, Silas? You were no match for me last time.”

“Oh, come on, doc … you shouldn’t annoy me. You had luck before. But we’re no longer in your hospital, you have nothing to use here. I’m at an advantage.”

“At least I have Y/N, am I right?”

Silas grits his teeth. “Not for long. What have you done to their cheek?”

"They fell."

Silas tilts his head to look at you. "Clumsy baby. I guess I have to tie you to the bed once we come home, to make sure that you don't hurt yourself running anymore."

"You mean chaining me to the wall in the fucking basement!" you shout, unable to control your anger any longer.

"Details", Silas scoffs and rolls his eyes. "What's important is that you're coming back with me."

"They're not going home with you!" Dr Kry says sternly. "After what happened to them last time they were in your care, I'll never allow it! They have to come back to the hospital with me. I take good care of them."

"Like Hell they do! They belong to me!"

You decide to take this opportunity to flee. They’re too busy arguing that they don’t notice how you back away from Dr Kry and make a run for it into the woods. Only when you’ve come ten meters away, do they notice the running shadow. 

“Y/N, come back!” Dr Kry gasps before glaring at Silas. “Now look at what you’ve done!”

He’s about to run after you when Silas's voice is heard again. He's gotten an insane idea that he's not sure of himself.

"Hey, doc."

"What?" Dr Kry scoffs, turning his head to the criminal who's standing calmly with his hands in his pockets.

"How about we team up?"

[risingode]

better than revenge

summary: you don't hate jungkook's best friend. no, you just really, really dislike her and her very apparent crush on your boyfriend

pairing: jungkook x y/n

genre: fluff, angst

wc: 2.6k

warnings: jungkook is so clueless, y/n talks about hitting people a lot, light making out, arin is very annoying

note: please comment or send me an ask to let me know what you think! this is my first post on here, i'm very nervous lol. i really hope you enjoy it !!

(loosely based on better than revenge by taylor swift, enjoy </3)

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You and Jungkook had been looking forward to this trip to Hawaii for months. The two of you were excited to spend some time away from the stresses of everyday life and just enjoy each other's company. You had invited your friends, fellow couples Taehyung and Jennie, and Jimin and Jiyeon. Jungkook proposed, much to your dismay, that you could also ask Arin to tag along. Arin was his childhood friend, and as much as you tried to like her for your boyfriend's sake, it was so glaringly obvious how not so friendly her attraction was for him. You had brought this up to Jungkook when you first began dating, but he brushed it off, saying they both saw each other as brother and sister and that she was nothing to worry about.

You still had your reservations regarding her, but you didn't put up more of a fight, deciding instead to trust your boyfriend and his loyalty and love for you. The eight of you had just arrived at your hotel and were settling in your rooms. You and Jungkook shared a room, while Taehyung and Jennie, Jimin and Jiyeon, and Arin each had their own rooms. 

"Baby?" Jungkook asks. You turn your head in question. "Do you wanna go surfing real quick? We have nothing to do today besides the dinner reservation later tonight." 

You smile. The pair of you loved surfing, you began doing it together shortly after you started dating, and it became a sacred tradition you guys had. Every weekend, you would drive to the nearby beach by your shared apartment, surfboard in tow, and surf for hours.

"Of course, my love, let me unpack our clothes first and change into my bathing suit." He nods, squeezing your waist lightly. As you were unpacking, Arin came into your room to chat with Jungkook. Awkwardly, you shuffle into the bathroom to avoid unneeded interaction with her.

"So, have you decided what you want to do first?" Arin asks, trying to make conversation.

"I think we're going to hit the beach and maybe do some surfing," Jungkook replies. Your eye twitches, and you have to restrain every bone in your body from reaching over and slapping him over the head.

"That sounds like so much fun!" Arin exclaims. "Can I come with you guys?"

"Uh, sure," You say, trying to hide your annoyance. Of course. You feel your neck tighten in what you presumed to be pent-up frustration, yet, you know this was only the beginning. 'Whatever,' you thought. You were aware Arin couldn't surf, so you didn't feel bothered. You knew you could leave her behind to swim alone while the pair of you caught some waves. 

You should've known that Arin wouldn't keep her mouth quiet, though, because soon enough, the whole group was clambering into your small room, all rambling about how excited they were to surf. You didn't want to sound rude, but you and Jungkook hadn't spent much alone time together recently, and the thought of spending at least a few hours by yourselves sounded so good. You plaster a fake smile, and Jungkook sends you an apologetic one.

The group of you headed down to the beach, and like you predicted, Arin kept trying to join in, but she wasn't very good and kept falling off her board. Your satisfied smile turns sour, though, once Jungkook moves to grab her by the waist and set her back on her own two feet. You wish you could dunk his head underwater and hold him there. 

After a while, you all returned to the hotel to prepare for dinner. As you were getting dressed, Arin once again made herself at home in your room, chatting with Jungkook about how he needed to teach her how to surf. Your annoyance was bubbling over at this point because as soon as you walked out of the bathroom, you realized Arin was wearing a dress similar to the one you were in.

 This, of course, wouldn't have been a problem; coincidences happen! Yet, you knew you weren't being dramatic in your anger because this was the very same dress you had bought in the resort's small boutique that afternoon when you guys first arrived. The same boutique that all eight of you entered at the same time and where you spent an hour deciding which of the dresses you and the other girls should get and wear for dinner that night. You had all, Arin included, picked out four very different dresses. Your dress was decided by both yourself and Jungkook as he gloated about how beautiful you looked in it. Did she … Did she really go back and buy your same dress?

"Hey, Arin, that's the same dress I was going to wear tonight," You say, slightly annoyed.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I realized later that the one I had initially picked out wasn't flattering on me," Arin replies, not sounding very apologetic.

You quirk an eyebrow, "Hmm, that's so weird because you kept saying how it made you look so good back at the store!" A fake smile on display, you brush past her and make your way toward your boyfriend, struggling to button up his shirt.

"Be nice," He whispers. You finish buttoning up his shirt and reach up to smack him on the forehead. He could be really stupid.

You tried to brush it off, for Jungkook's sake, and you all headed out to dinner. During the meal, Arin kept trying to talk to Jungkook, ignoring you completely. Gritting your teeth at another one of her aggravating laughs, you settle a hand on Jungkook's shoulder, excusing yourself to the bathroom.

Resting your hands on the sink, you try to catch your breath. One, two, three. Breathe in, breathe out. One, two, three. Feeling a lot better now and not like you were going to throw a plate at the annoying girl, you splash some water on your face. You hear the creak of the bathroom door opening, and you tense up, fearing it is the one person you don't want to see.

"Oh my god, y/n, you need to come back right now. I can't stand being near that wench for another second." Jennie whines, reaching to wrap her arms around your waist. With a sigh of relief, you turn around to crush her into a hug. 

"Girl, I might throw myself out of the balcony any second. She's being so weird with Jungkook!"  You whine back, causing the girls to nod. 

"I noticed. If she did that with Jimin, trust me she would be lost at sea." Jiyeon giggles, brushing my hair out of my face. You smile weakly at her, and the three of you link arms and return to the table. 

"There's our girls!" Taehyung announces, getting the table's attention. Jungkook immediately looking over, reaching an arm out toward you and pouting his lips. You grab his arm and lean down to give him a light kiss, and he smiles into it.

"You okay, baby?" He asks. You reply with a curt nod. He frowns, noticing your obvious mood shift, yet before he can ask you what's up, his attention is again on Arin as she continues talking about whatever the hell she is talking about. 

As the night went on, you started to feel increasingly uncomfortable. You noticed that Arin honestly did not care. She looked so pathetic, reaching over to slap a hand on his thigh as she laughed. Yet, you knew you looked even more pathetic just watching your boyfriend letting it happen. After dinner, you all headed back to the hotel. You and Jungkook return to your room, and you sigh in relief once your back hits the bed. Jungkook follows suit, the two of you lying silently and staring at the ceiling.  

"Hey," He says, effectively getting your attention.

"Hm?" You ask, looking over at him. He sighs, reaching his arm up to cup your cheek. 

"I'm sorry we haven't been able to spend time alone today." He whispers. Your heart melts at his large, apologetic eyes. You hum, turning your body to face him better.

"It's okay, baby. I can't say I'm not sad. It's been so long since we've been alone together." You pout, his thumb reaching down to tuck it back into place.

"We're alone now," He smiles, and you nod. He leans in, drapes a leg over your body to tug you closer, and kisses you. You two get lost in each other's touch, but a knock comes from the door before it can get any further. 

You pull apart, chests heaving, and Jungkook pats your thigh as he gets up to answer it. You don't even act surprised at who stands on the other side.

"Hey, Jungkook, can I talk to you for a second?" Arin asks.

"Uh, sure," Jungkook says, looking confused. He looks back at you, smiling apologetically, before following after her.

You wait a few minutes, but when they don't return, you can't ignore your racing heartbeat and decide to see what is happening. As you turn the corner, you face one of the worst sights you've ever seen. Arin kissing Jungkook. You wouldn't be surprised if a heart-shaped hole manifested under you because you were sure it fell out and sank to the first floor.

"Jungkook?" You whisper. The pair break apart, Arin gazing up at you with wide eyes, yet not as wide as your startled boyfriend's.

"No, Y/N, it's not what it looks like," Jungkook tries to explain. You hold a hand up to silence him. You didn't notice you were crying until tears started falling onto your cheeks. 

"I can't believe you would do this to me," You whimper out, shaking your head and turning around, running back to the room. You barricade yourself inside, holding your head as you sob your heart out.

You packed your bags that night and left the trip early, ignoring everyone's phone calls.

Back home, you were heartbroken. You try to wrap your head around why? He told you, no, he promised you he would never cheat on you. That was the last thing on his mind, or so you thought. You beat yourself up, how could you be so stupid? He was practically cheating on you that whole trip. That kiss was just the nail in the coffin. 

Unbeknownst to you, your girlfriends had let Arin have it. They called her all the names in the book, cementing whose side they were on. Jungkook wasn't free from their criticism either. They had read him to filth, which resulted in their boyfriends having to drag them away before they legitimately beheaded him. They decided to end their trip short, too. 

A day after you left, the group decided to all come to your apartment at once. They could see some unresolved explanations to be said, and if Jungkook's incessant crying was any indicator, maybe you had gotten it all wrong. One part of it was to have everyone explain their side uninterrupted. The other part was that if there wasn't some sort of mediator, they were sure you would throw your microwave at Jungkook and Arin's heads. 

It leads you all here. Silent, sitting in your living room. You stare at the wall, trying to avoid Jungkook's piercing gaze. You know he's fighting every bone in his body not to jump over the coffee table and hug you. He always hated when you cried. You almost feel bad, his red-rimmed eyes and distraught demeanor tugging at your heartstrings. You remind yourself that he cheated on you and doesn't deserve your pity. 

After a while, Arin clears her throat, getting everyone's attention. You set your pointed gaze on her, waiting to hear the stupidity about to come out of her mouth.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you. I just couldn't help my feelings for Jungkook," Arin says, tears in her eyes. Oh? You were confused. Is she admitting that Jungkook didn't cheat on you? You look over at him, and he nods.

"She's right, Y/N. I would never cheat on you. Arin kissed me, and I would've pushed her away! I swear! But you walked in as soon as she kissed me. I didn't even have time to process what had just happened." He's pleading, inching closer to the edge of his seat, almost as if he would pounce on you at any second.

You sigh, sitting up. You look at Arin first. "Arin," you begin. "I've put up with your antics for as long as I can remember. I always knew you liked Jungkook, but I set my feelings aside because I know how important you two are to each other. But this? This was too far. You kissed my boyfriend, Arin. MY boyfriend. You had no right to do that."

She bows her head, muttering another small apology. You turn to Jungkook. "Jungkook. I communicated with you about my feelings regarding your friendship with her. You told me she wasn't a problem, that she wouldn't try anything. Look where that ended us up." He bites his lip, nodding his head in agreement.

You sigh again. "Arin, I forgive you. I know you and Jungkook have been friends for such a long time, and that maybe that manifested into love or whatever, but I need to make one thing clear. If I want my relationship to work out with Jungkook, I need you to stay away from us for the time being. Not for forever, but for a while." She hesitates before nodding, looking toward Jungkook, yet he doesn't even spare her a glance.

"I forgive you too," You say, looking at Jungkook. "But you need to agree with my proposition to make this work. If you can't do that, I really don't want to even bother giving you a second chance."

"Of course." He says almost instantly. You nod. 

The rest of your friends pipe up, apologizing for any part they may have played in the situation and promising to support you all in any way they could.

After everyone had left, you and Jungkookwere finally alone. The two of you sit down on the couch, and you let out a tense breath.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook says, taking your hand. "I never wanted to hurt you."

"I know," you reply, tears still in your eyes. "I just...I can't believe that happened."

"I promise you, Y/N, I love you and only you," Jungkook says, looking into your eyes. "Arin's feelings for me don't change that."

You took a deep breath and leaned into him. You knew he was right. Your love for each other was strong enough to overcome any obstacle, even something as painful as this.

"I love you too, Jungkook," you assured, feeling a weight lift off your chest.

You sat there for a while, just holding each other and talking about what had happened. The two of you agreed that you needed to be more mindful of boundaries in your friendships and that you would work together to make sure nothing like this ever happened again.

As the night wore on, you decided to order food and spend the rest of the evening together. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you were both determined to move past this and come out stronger on the other side.

Arin did eventually come back into your life many, many months later. Thankfully, you all had another conversation in which you reaffirmed your boundaries, and she graciously agreed to them. In the end, your love for each other only grew. You had weathered a brutal storm but came out on the other side more committed to each other than ever before.

[monster-untamed]

A long post about my hearthome

Context- I must explain first… If you are an alterhuman that’s not familiar with my blog, I gotta explain I’m a turtle spirit/god

So take that information now because this post will make so much more sense if you know that about me lol

also please excuse spelling errors

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Intro-I don’t think of myself as a past life aterhuman, but I am for sure a spiritual alterhuman.

In short, my experience is knowing my species identity not as a “I was once this” but rather “I was supposed to be this”

My hearthome is a similar thought. I know I was supposed to be born (or hatched) there but something failed in a cycle of either reincarnation or karma.

I am certain that I belong there but I’ve never actually been to the place. All I get are glimpses of it.

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What it looks like- My hearthome is just one big  continent on an otherwise completely oceanic planet, with a few small islands scattered around the sea. It’s very similar to Earth’s Pangea.

I was supposed to be from one of the small islands but we’ll get back to that later…

The continent itself is very jungle-like and possesses bioluminescent rivers and ponds. Most of the architecture was built similarly to early eastern Asian architecture. As for the islands, most remained untouched but others were formed into small villages of huts and treehouses.

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Who lived there- There are a variety of creatures that inhabit the world but the major ones are humans, animals, and ‘animal gods’ or demigods.

Demigods are usually half animal/half humanoid but some demigods were even created to be a place of elements. (oceans, forests, mountains, stars, etc)

I am a demigod from this world and I mostly resemble a green sea turtle but sometimes I see myself as a red eared slider, I’m not actually sure

All demigods or elemental beings were created by dragons, who were complete gods. Some dragons became teachers for the newly spawned demigods to show them their ways and philosophies but very rarely.

They have to have a very big plan for you if they are going to teach you forbidden knowledge when you were just born.

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What was the culture like- Now that you know some information about the main continent, I would like to shift the subject to my island home. The name of the island was never told to me but I do know about the practices and beliefs we share.

Opalite is extremely important to us. My clan uses them to create  spears, bowls, and jewelry. The way we get these gems is not really possible in the current world I live in, because opalite here needs to be crafted by a human, but in my hearthome, the gems would be formed from the sand and would scatter the ocean floor until someone swam to the bottom to retrieve a piece. Grabbing your first opalite is very much of a ride of passage for my village.

Unlike the people/creatures on the continent who honor dragons, we chose another creature to be our symbol, Orcas. We know the significance of the dragons of course but we put more praise in the creatures we see everyday, rather than dragons that only resided in the main areas of the world.

Makes sense now, knowing that I’m orcahearted

The food we prepare on the island is always amazing. We usually hunt our own fish and grow our own fruits. Most of the fruits that exist on the island sadly don’t exist on this world.

Surfing and sailing is how my village got around to other islands or to the continent, but mainly we did it for fun.

Clothing is usually loose and silky. Mainly lots of beads, gems, and lightweight fabric. Shoes aren’t worn unless you are traveling a long distances, then you would wear geta shoes or something of the sort.

Our music is what I miss/yearn for the most. I wish I could describe it but it’s like it doesn’t want to translate into human words. I don’t think I can verbally illustrate it in a way that gives it justice. It feels like water…? It makes you feel like water is rushing around you, like you are in the center of a river made only of sound.

I think I should stop here, as I am loosing my words…

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I apologize if this one was an info dump but I appreciate you reading through all this, even if you are one of the sneaky critters that skipped to the end.

I wish I knew more. I wish I could truly be there but that’s not possible. All I have are visions that I hold close to my chest that I now share with you :)

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[wandercatt]

18, 25, 28, 54, 55, 56, 81, 82, 84

18. Met someone who changed you

i have been shaped not by a single person but by a group of individuals who have influenced who i am today. yet, one stands out with a particularly profound impact. i owe much of my progress to her. her words continue to guide me as i pass them on to others. without her subtle intervention, i might have drifted aimlessly in a world that consumes the unprepared. she’s my jessica to my harvey spectre; though we now fight on different fronts, we are still rallying under the same flag. soon, our paths will intersect in a confrontation i eagerly anticipate—and aim to win. i hold a complex mix of admiration and bewilderment toward her. in moments of doubt, i reflect on her choices, and that reflection has led me to where i stand today, for which i am deeply grateful.

25. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life

there are countless things i could wish to change, yet i find myself standing in the in-between—somewhere between who i was and who i hope to be. if i could change one thing, perhaps it would be learning to love myself more deeply. it’s not that i’m filled with disdain, but there’s a quiet sense that i don’t quite cherish myself enough to let go of the reckless habits that still linger.

28. Who’s getting on your nerves right now

francis. that ugly motherfucker from work. he's not just getting on my nerves, i fucking hate him. i aint writing shit for francis. lol.

54. Want kids?

at this juncture, the idea of having children feels somewhat distant. it doesn’t quite resonate with my current view, where the search for meaning often seems fruitless. despite the pressure to continue the family line, i find a certain peace in ending the cycle of a dysfunctional family by not adding more generations. for now, the prospect of raising a new life seems like a diversion from the more pressing and perhaps transient quests of existence.

55. Get married?

i'm not closing the door on marriage, despite having to call off an engagement. at the moment, it’s not something i see in the next couple of years, as i feel there are still personal challenges and growth i need to address before such a commitment feels truly meaningful.

56. Career

in the world of business process outsourcing, i find myself managing operations, navigating a landscape that feels both burdensome and oddly indifferent. the intricacies of leadership often seem inconsequential, yet there are moments, fleeting and subtle, where guiding others provides a brief, almost poetic glimmer of meaning amidst the monotony. i aim to ascend to a director role before i turn 35, hoping to find a deeper sense of purpose in the pursuit— or just drop all of this and be a surfing instructor, who plays in a band every other weekend. lol.

81. How would you label yourself?

i’m not sure how to label myself, especially when i drift through moments of existential doubt. some say i’m smart, others believe i’m the strongest they know. yet, there are those who see weakness or call me foolish. i let go of caring about their views long ago, but now, in the quiet space without their voices, i’m left unsure of how to define myself. so, i wonder—how would you label me?

82. Someone You Pray Everyday For

i can’t remember the last time i prayed. once, i was a devoted believer. its hard to answer this question directly. if any of those 10,000 gods are real, my prayer would be for the one who could end the suffering and evil in the world and perhaps deal with harry roque. i recall having asked for that before, but it seems those prayers remain unanswered. what makes a god god anyway? did we create them to make us believe that we are made by them?

84. Who From All Your Ex’s have You Cared The Most About

as much as i hate to admit it, kamil stands out as the one i cared for the most. she was the recipient of everything i had to offer, the best of what i could give at the time. sadly, circumstances weren’t in our favour, and i fell short; young, stupid, and naive as i was. i hope she doesn’t stumble upon this, because that would be embarrassing as hell. we don’t follow each other, but she pops up on my for you page from time to time. lol.

[simmerbeans]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to simblrs whose sims you adore ✨️ Wish I could ask for info on REDACTED and REDACTED but I know you have several generations for before them 😁

I’ve been holding onto this since February! Lol. But now that we all have met REDACTED Lani & REDACTED Lokei let me tell you a little more about them!

Lani~

1. Lani is fond of anything outdoorsy- it may have stemmed from her being introduced to traveling by her mom, but she loves being outside! She loves gardening, swimming, having a small island farm (chickens and bugs) and with that she’s very eco conscious.

2. Don’t ever come between this girl and her mint ice cream.

3. She has loved fitness since she was a child, she was always playing on monkey bars, and once she aged up and unlocked more fitness activities she has been jogging every morning since!

4. She could eat Avocados every single day

5. She has dreamed of being a mom since she was 18.

Lokei~

1. He’s the only boy with three sisters.

2. He was born and raised in Sulani.

3. He’s a fisherman and loves being out on the ocean. If sims had surfing, he’d be on the water surfing everyday!

4. He loves to dance.

5. Not to embarass him completely, but uhh, mans is gassy. IM SORRY LOKEI BUT IT MAKES ME LAUGH. He has the slob trait and is always letting them loose 🫢

here’s some bonus engagement pics

[ed-recovery-affirmations]

Every time I am about to give in and relapse, I get at least one post from you on my timeline... And it makes me feel I can keep going for a bit longer until the urge stops. So thank you, for still being here and being consistent even tho life happens all day everyday. I hope you're well and happy <3

I can't even express how much this message means to me! I'm so glad to be able to help in this way and I hope you continue finding strength. I honestly wish I could be on here more, because I think it helps me a lot, but I'm working AND studying so I'm taking on a lot. But every so often I will try to make a point to make posts because it helps me keep my own head in that healing headspace.

By the way, if you're really struggling with urges to relapse at times, I wonder if you've heard of techniques like "urge surfing" which just examines the urge, helps you process where it's coming from, and just help you feel like it's okay to feel these urges without having to satisfy them.

Anyway - I really appreciate the kind wishes. Thank you so much, anon, there are a lot of positive things going on in my life even amid the chaos!

[gingenr]

Unpopular opinion? But ‘for rent’ should not have been part of ‘city living’, it should have been part of ‘growing together’.

A lot of the new gameplay-objects feel like they were meant for ‘growing together’ and the whole ‘live close to your neighbours’-theme would have fitted with the ‘let’s grow together’-theme.

Tomarang should have been kept for another pack (focusing on another theme), that way they could have developed it more and we would have had something actually new (hopefully).

I do like the world, build-buy, and cas, but I have been playing with make-believe appartements for a long time and I wish they could have added more interactive features to the world (hiking trails, beach lot, surfing, etc).

If you have ‘island living’ you can do some fun stuff, but there should at least be hiking trails with wildlife and bi-weekly festivals like in ‘snowy escape’ (it’s these details that add life to the world). If you have multiple packs you can add more fun community lots, but with just ‘for rent’ you can’t do much :/

I remember playing with only ‘cottage living’ (my first pack ever) everyday for two months, and then I bought ‘snowy escape’ and played with only that pack for a full month without getting bored. EA can make good packs if they flesh out the worlds. For me, ‘my wedding story’ is an essential pack bc I love Tartosa so much. It’s a tiny tiny world, but it feels finished.

[harryissuchalittleshit]

Do yo think any of the Weasleys work out? I mean I know Ginny has to because she's a pro Quidditch player, but I still wanna know your thoughts on this.

I wish I got more fun questions like this!

Bill & Fleur

I feel like you need to be fast and strong being a curse breaker, and so Bill runs nearly everyday

It starts as just a way to keep up with his job, but over time he grows to love it

During the war he keeps it up as fighting for the Order and going on missions is dangerous and sometimes it’s easier to run into a Muggle crowd and disappear than disapparate

After the war he takes to running along the beach, free solo climbing the cliffs, and even surfing

He was taught by some Australian wizards back when he was living in Egypt and he took some time off to go to the ocean

Bill taught Fleur and their kids how to surf, but Fleur just enjoys swimming more than surfing

Victoire is also more of a swimmer, Dominique bikes and surfs and flys, Louis skateboards and surfs

They are a more active family

Charlie

He’s always exercising

He can easily carry 2 100 pound bags of dragon feed on each shoulder

He isn’t much of a runner, but flying takes just as much energy out of him

He often teased Ginny while she was playing that she had a “light” workout schedule

He also had no problem picking up Angelina while she was 9 months pregnant with Freddie and Roxanne on a dare

(To this day she doesn’t know that it was George who dared him to do it)

Even when he starts slowing down, he can easily pick up anyone he knows, and the kids love him for his hugs

He flys everyday, rain or shine or snow it does not matter to him

Percy & Audrey

Being constantly stressed out does burn calories

Percy is constantly running around at his job and sometimes at home

But he doesn’t actively work out, neither does Audrey

But when she worked at the Ministry, she preferred the stairs to the lifts

Molly and Lucy aren’t very active either, but they done enjoy walking together everywhere they go

George & Angelina

George isn’t very active, but he is strong from carrying around boxes and stocking shelves

Angelina doesn’t like to fly too much after she flew for the Order during the war

But they like to fly together, they find it relaxing

They also enjoy taking walks around their neighborhood together

Freddie and Roxanne are the same, the were both Beaters at Hogwarts, but they don’t actively exercise

Ron & Hermione

Ron is an Auror, he needs to stay in shape to be able to do his job. He likes to run and also lift weights.

Hermione is tiny, but she loves to dance and Ron has always been her best partner

They’ve been dancing together since they were kids, so it comes so naturally to them

At least once a day they find themselves wrapped around each other waltzing in her office or salsa dancing in their living room

Hugo is a runner and plays football as a kid, while Rose is more about just eating healthy. They both love to dance with their partners though and Hugo teaches all of his nieces, nephews, and kids how to play football

Ginny & Harry

Ginny works out with her team, by herself, and with Harry

She likes to run, even as a child, and keeps it up well into her later years

She does lift weights and compares with Ron, she can also easily pick up Charlie well into all three of her pregnancies (this does annoy Charlie 😂)

Harry doesn’t care to run, he spent too much of his childhood and adolescence running away or towards danger

But he is fit, he does work out with the other Aurors

He and Ginny are competitive so they can’t workout together or they will hurt themselves

James Sirius takes up weight lifting when he’s thirteen and running when he’s eighteen, he plays Quidditch professionally until his shoulder injury. He still runs after his injury

Al worked out when he was an Auror, and does plenty of cardio walking up and down the stairs at Hogwarts

Lily has always danced, even before she could walk she was dancing, that never goes away

[cinoman]

it’s probably been years since someone’s spoken about this (probably not) but after a bit of internet surfing i felt the need to say this.

changdictator was an absolute gem and reliving the era between their appearance and then departure feels so bitter. it’s also weirdly ironic? because of anterograde tomorrow’s premise and now, it’s *essentially* the same thing.

everyday i forget about them and then i remember them and remember how beautiful their writing was and bleh. it’s 2AM and i just wish i could get in a time machine and pick their brain and witness it all happen.

nostalgia is a really sad emotion lol..

EDIT: adding onto this, i will never understand people who produce great things and feel shame! i understand changdictator's points about their writing and why they disliked it (purple prose) but i would kill to be able to produce something like that. all of their writing is just gem after gem after gem, i would say it's talent.

[tamtheatrum]

The Storms in 20th

It was "...we were too good to be true", she said. After everything that I did turns into a chaotic turns of events. I'm not really sure where this things really going, to the end that surely it does looks like it, or the beginning of something, which is astonishingly cliché yet that's what i'm longing for, begging for, wishing for, even dying for.

"Oh Mon Dieu, tu as de beaux yeux, je ne peux pas vivre sans toi" I whispered. About her—she is the limitation of my kind of perfection, she is the paradigm that significantly shaping myself, she is the foundation of the crystal clear assumptions, she is the circumstances above my state of mind, she is the irrestisible complexity of joy, she is the prettiest form of the solemn face. She is the miraculously-deafening sound that i want to hear everyday, she is the exquisitely eloquent spoken language, and she is a mind-blowing form of beauty. She is—

She is the best and i have no plan to make it past tense. This six month has been a roller coaster ride for us. She brought the best of me, and here we are, lost in everything that I lead her to, crawling down a way out to our freedom upon the things that i've build which has been falling apart on us.

To be frank, i have no single idea where to start. I want it quick but there are mixed feelings that somehow crashed into the state of situation that i never been standing on before. I wanna go away, disappear, really quick, but the voice within—ask me to fight whether than flight. So I found myself scrolling down every single thing of our journey. The chat bubbles, screenshots, playlists, pictures, notes, literally everything. I was surfing the waves in the river of tears at 5am after you decided to sleep your headache away.

Now I realize that I can only settling everything down to close the distance between us, to show-beyond-doubt if I could invent the propensity to ejecting back her tranquility of her life, with me. Then I started to rejoice everything, every nickname that changed every months, every food that we capture before we eat no matter how long we've been waiting, every gossip that we drop and laughing on about our surroundings, every flirts that we share to each other to make us go home sooner where home considered as each other's arms, every dream car pictures that we always wished to drive in, every problem of people that we solve in our chatroom that sometimes makes us mad to each other, every gigs that we went to and ended up having a new direction of who is the next idol of us until the next gigs coming, every word substitution of inappropriate words on our chat that we decided if it has to sounds really cool when we are saying it, every dream house pictures that we share, mine was american football while yours was the only house in a green forest because you hate annoying neighbors like hell, every too-high dreams that got us excited until someone dropped it down so we are not over our mind. How cheerful it was.

In the other side, I remember everything. I remember how you iron your clothes tide on my bed next to a drawer with a thousand stickers on it, i remember how you put my hands on your thighs when we were driving out somewhere, i remember how much you like it when i sing in your ears before we fall asleep, i remember how happy you were with your triplets, mathilda, tres leches and tir-I-miss-you cake, i remember how we separate our way in the supermarket hallway because you read cute things in the products when i was sliding myself to the toys row for the sake of a HotWheels. I remember our first date, it was your birthday, i was there with that little slice of one of your most-wanted cake. I remember how you steal that squishy-bones in every fried chicken thighs i bought, i remember how you got mixed sad-mad feelings when you don't get the sambal that you wanted. I remember how excited my feelings whenever I catch the notes of Things I Did With You up, it was 95 places over 198 days, we almost hit 100 places in 200 days >.< I remember how much you love Indomaret's matcha green tea but only if it comes with soy milk, and it goes the same as the perfect couple of Animo's bakery and coffee. I remember how tight you hug me when i'm sad, how comforting it was when my back was rubbed when i went emotional, i remember how stressed you were with your thesis, and everything about it. I remember how sad and sweet it was to be hugged from behind and cried together on Tulus performance. I remember how you judge my skill of riding your motorcycle, you sounds emotionally connected because you consider people who push their bike to the high RPM means their letting they're torturing the bike because the bike sounds like it's screaming, i remember how you scream on the voice notes, it was one of the hard times uh? I remember how lovely your face is, how happy you were and how mad you were on your graduation day. I remember how confusing it was to find the best flowers for your graduation day. I remember if you are the first girl that I ever hand a flower to. I remember you are the first for a lot of things. I remember everything about you. I remember how you love different things in a different time, you can love coffee this week, and you'll love tea in the next couple days, yes you love things seasonally, and maybe my season is over.

I do remember too, the last time we met. I remember how hard we cry on each other's shoulders, how tight we hug each other's body, and how does that kiss felt. The kiss was slow, passionate, like the very first request when i crash my lips, on yours, when you were poisoned back on that day. I never felt so glad to be poisoned until that day. Then—I am so sorry, though. For everything, for the mess, chaos, and bad things. I was begging out loud for another chance, another shot, so I can see ourselves together under the bright sunshine, obviously later after I turn down the storm, so I can love you right, hug you warm, and kiss you soft. So i can see us hangin out in a backyard of a cafe, looking at you sippin a cold chocolate, while your shaking your head as the sign if you love what you get on the table. I want you to know it is hard for me to rub your pink For Her tees when i miss you. You are the calm inside my storm, let me be the spring without the fall.

So please, stay. I love you, inside out, and i'll always will.

[iwakuraz]

a moth flew past my laptop screen and that is very rad. I wish I could be busy with celebrating this moths existence but fpr some reason my eyes won't stop twitching!!!! and they hurt so much!!! an d my back is in so much pain. so I have decided to move into my computer for maybe the next few years because that will get rid of both of this issues. only when both of these issues are gone will I be able to be happy about this moth. this moth is really cute and I want to be their friend. they're just flying about and having a good time. moth haters die by my blade. bug haters in general die by my blade.

just remembered that there are a bunch of spiders living in my room too. everyday I wake up and I see them while I'm lying in bed. when I started typing this my back hurt so much. this fact has not changed. my back is still killing me. like car seat headrests 5th album 'my back is killing me baby' (which was released in 2011 and was previously known as '5'. after the name change two tracks were removed, namely 'surf jerk' and 'I CAN TALK WITH MY EYES SHUT'). however, it hurts a bit less now. thats cool. still wish I could move into my computer though. if live in computer, no body. if no body, no physical pain and no need to eat and sweat amd all that kinda stuff. bleh. today I learned that if I type Random Words, it will cause my back to hurt slightly less. its starting to hurt more again. I think I should be allowed to throw rocks at people maybe. if you are reading this, I am sorry and you deserve a reward. I hope your back doesn't hurt right now and I hope it will never hurt in the future. back pain is horrible and if I could remove it from the world, I would.

[dream-wrecker-blog]

WHATS WRONG?

Absolutely........ Nothing, nothing is the matter. For the first time in decades I have felt normal!!!! Ok, OK, Ok, I have to admit, with some help of a quarter of a 100 MG eatable. I feel great!!

Today I was not feeling my best. I had been on a CARNIVORE DIET for about a week now.

But!!! I just ended it today. I just dontbhtink that it is for me. I had notice that my poop was very tiny and I looked extra bulky. My breath started stink. And when I sweat, from like walking for a long distance. I smelled like deli meat. "JUST TOO FUCKING GROSE." If I were around the gays, I'm sure some one would have been very turned on.

I say this because when I would take off my clothes at the end of the night to take my nightly shower. I smelled so much like a masculine man. And yes I was turned on my own smell. But! walking around the city and doing my job. I hated how my inwardly smell, smelled. If that makes any sense. Like as if I could smell inside out of myself.

Any who that was not what I went on that diet for. I tried the diet just to see if there were any differences in my social behavior and physical feeling when working out. And yes! There was! I did not feel hungry for most of the day. I did have more energy. However, I have noticed that I have been being more aggressive to people. In stature, conversation and in social cues. Almost as if I'm initiating aggression. I think that eating a high protein diet, did dramatically increased my testosterone levels.

After all, this is how the early man did eat. Wit all that being said I stopped today because I listened to my body and it was craving greens and I just had to listen. I notice that my stomach has gone down and I'm farting a lot more, I'm sorry, I know too much info. However, all of this is a good thing. I think.

Albiet, I have been focused on what It is that I feel that I have been lacking. But! tonight! I feel like I have found a new sight. A new way of looking at the world. And yes! There's some non conventional thing thats helping me view the world in this capacity.

For the last seven years, I have had some what of a sense of normalcy. But I work too much to feel it. But before my current "securing" career, I had been struggling like a ugly bitch tryin to look in the mirror without breaking it. Almost impossible, right? But now a days, they have the confidence of a rhino in a tutu, how? I have no Idea.

Just as crazy as my analogy is, is how I managed to pull some things together. For the longest time, I had struggled with the wave. The wave of couch surfing. Surfing in friends and families houses. Until I Finally listened to what people had to say to me. My Egun!

When I was surfing, I did not have structure. I had no real sleeping schedule. I had no real security in my life. I had to eat until I felt full. I was rocking 3 different pairs of shoes. And these shoes were three different styles. One pair was an everyday wear that no matter what style I Rocked I pulled together. The 2nd pair was an athletic look. A pair I could do some running with but also, had a sporty feel to it. And last but not least was the 3rd pair, which was more of a shoe than a sneaker.

Today, I had pulled together a look that was so simple yet so cute. I wished I had pulled a picture together and snapped a photo of it.

As a matter of FACT LET ME TAKE SOME RIGHT NOW!!!!

( YELLOW GOOD FELLOW SHIRT)

(LEVI'S 36/34)

(LIGHT WEIGHT BOMER JACKET)

(PALLADIUM BOOTS)

For me this is all important because I used to be some form of a sex worker. I noticed that most young gays tend to lean in to that life for a little bit because it's a sure way to get your basic needs met! For me, I Had no clue what to do. But I knew that that was one way of getting hat I needed. I did not intend to do it. I literally just happen to do it. I fell in to it.

SO! Me wearing these clothes, help me see, my self progress. When I see these clothes here. I don't see a struggling hungry person. Who’s willing to do some things just so he's not cold or hungry. The world is not nice to young men. It's definitely a dog eat dog world out here. I now wear a 36 waist instead of a 32. I wear a large to an Xtra Large shirt.

I have never been so proud of myself. For those of you who don't understand men sizes. I use to be a size 12 in women jeans and I dropped down to a size 2 going into a zero. Thats how skinny I used to be. People often confused me for a bald headed tranny. Tall skinny and fem. With some meaty parts but mostly bones.

Tonight I felt like a main character. Which fo rme is such a big deal. bevause I had been living my lid=fe like a side character. I should et an award for best supporting role. bevause honey. When I tell you!!!! The way I have been there for so many any bitches.

"YES! EVERYONE IS BITCH OT ME. & YES! MEN ARE BITCHES TOO"

I have not been this so unbothered since High school. I have money. A bed to rest my head in. Work thats a different kind of danger. And I am well fed. I nothing to bitch or complain about. If I were to take pictures and show you how many clothes I have. How many shoes, bags and regular accessories. You'd think you were in some form of Boutique.

I just wanted to share some things with all of you and get all of this off my chest. It had been so long for me to say, I feel safe now!

I also think that one of the reasons as to why I feel so good is because I am being crowned YEMAYA.

Mother, Ocean Orisha. Even though she is a river deity. We happen to work with her at the oceans here. So if any Nigerians are reading this. lol First off. Hiii, and 2ndly Welcome. 3rdly I'm sorry, I know over here in the States we do things differently than what you guys do over there.

On Nov 15, I am going in. Getting the deed finally started after 15 years of being an apprentice. learning and growing. I too, will now be a full priest OF the religion. And for those of you who don't know. It's Santeria!! "Mafede-Foon Yemaya!!!"

There's just so many good things happening to me in my life. I have to say thank you. Thank you to my spirits. Thank you to the Orisha and thank you to GOD. Thank you ALL. Well. I'ma go tot bed. Good night to all.

[valorxdrive]

FROM ROXAS: His Nobody stands before him, blue eyes bright and searing and likely sparking with all sorts of very anguishing emotions (he's sure of this, because he's sort of known for his natural scowl as much as Sora is for his bright smile)--Roxas is wearing his Organization coat for no real reason, as he is confronting his Other on the blazing shores of Destiny Islands and he should be uncomfortable there under the scorching sun and yet, he is entirely (and irrationally) unperturbed by the black leather soaking up every ray of sunlight next to his skin...

And yes, of course, he must be angry. Surely that's the only explanation for the grim expression he wears, for his lips pressed together to keep back the surge of rash and flickering words that wish to rush up from a crumbled, beaten heart and right out of his mouth--

Roxas steps up to Sora, places a heavy, gloved hand over his shoulder--he stares hard at his Other, blue gazes drilled directly right into the other's... and he asks:

"Sora... how could you...?" Roxas whispers, clenching his hand over Sora's shoulder. "I asked for only one thing... only one..."

He shakes his head, his hand dejectedly falling off of Sora.

Roxas takes a betrayed step back, clasps that same gloved hand over his coat, right where his heart should be...

"........Like it's been three hours now, how long do you really need to get prepared just to head over to Radiant Garden for some ice cream?! I can't believe Scrooge McDuck really thinks he's somehow perfected the recipe for Sea-Salt ice cream! It's the one thing, after everything we've been through, that I refuse to believe..."

...Apparently he took this 'claim' of Donald's uncle very seriously, if the incensed way he spoke about how such reckless misinformation could smear the reputation of Sea-Salt Ice Cream everywhere (even though it only existed within Twilight Town before this)... a monologue Sora might have endured previously. Sorry Sora.

"I have to try it for myself! I have to know the truth," Roxas explains a little too heavily, considering this is all about dessert. "And I was thinkin'.... maybe we could skateboard there too! It sucks here with all the sand and there's like, what three towns that have six feet of cement? Lame," Roxas babbles. "You can borrow one of my boards if you don't have one anymore, but I mean you totally have one because skateboarding is cool and not the same as surfing--I've tried both now and no. Way different."

Some things were never truly meant to change.

For Sora and Roxas would always hold the position of a mirror. Eye to eye, smile to scowl, even if that said grin found itself muted with the drummed tension of seeing that infamous cloak donning their features. The culmination of his path made kindness like his to be an armament to his preparedness, woven firm as the inevitable advance of across the shoreline would lead to them reducing the distance.

Two become One would no longer be a moniker of theirs. For in their lives, their hearts and their bodies have been woven fully into being. That goes for the golden chalice of having every decision being drawn and luxuriously displayed as their choice. Thus would the keybearer's breathing finds itself hitched the instant their desperate grasp had seized his shoulder.

Sora's eyes would widen as the curtain unveils to this one certain and undeniable truth!

Roxas is....

A surprisingly serious guy. That diligence even spreads to situations that most would take as their blessed everyday. It leaves the brunet's mouth mildly agape as salted sea winds immediately whipped by their features.

It was almost as if Destiny Islands was silently apologizing for desiring to keep it's treasured warrior here, just a touch longer.

"HE DID WHAT!?" For a fleeting moment a beast's tone was ingrained in his voice, making a miniature shockwave due to the unprecedented wonder. If Sea Salt was perfected.. then that only meant one shining truth could be bared. Scoorge would actually hop to flavors that Sora would love much more by comparison! That explains why one of his new best buds was particularly mopey or being a bit shy earlier on! Wanting to make the most of the day, but at the same time, to get this vacation time situated with him and the others to take place in Radiant Garden.

"I... So that's why had you so antsy." He immediately proposes, his voice leveled by to it's usual jovial note. "We gotta go see that right away! ..Ah?" There's a stunned pause at the sheer disrespect made by his fabled islands. Of course a bonafied city guy would go and be reckless enough to make these claims! It almost tempts Sora to try taking one more hour out of ~spite~.

Yet that easily leaves his mind for the time. Watching Roxas's vigor had a way of further igniting his own. "First off. You just have to trust the sea a lil bit more, we're gonna get you clued in on how it's like a dance partner relationship. Gotta throw some trust into the crystal blue gal here."

That said, the goddess of the seas did have an affinity for him. It reminds him to share that story one day.

"But I'll have to borrow one of yours. Kinda like you said, nottttt much of a point unless I take the rockier roads by the volcano." He admitted before a bout of laughter bubbles free. At this point, the initiative is taken to drag the blonde alone so he can be a personal couch on the lazy hero's habits.

"Fine. Be a witness and come take a couple containers of my ma's fruit punch. She made some extra when she heard we were about to hit the road."

......

Abrupt as it was, he gives Roxas a gentle but firm elbow to the ribs as he squinted his eyes towards him, in particular, that cloak.

"And isn't it too hot to always be wearing that thing?!"

@keyofhearts

[nothingtoseeherejustme]

Deep

I remember that some people used to call me deep. And I remember I used to hate it.

I also remember that I was indeed surfing in the depth of my heart and mind, and that it would drive me crazy.

My husband doesn't like to have "deep conversations". He thinks it's useless and annoying. He doesn't like to talk about feelings. The only conversations he enjoys are : what we're gonna do next, how successful we should be, where we should spend the holidays, and everything money oriented as if we don't have enough (in my point of view).

To be honest, I don't even feel like I wanna tell him anything I feel anymore. Like what for?

Little by little, I start to enjoy more conversations with my self, and time spent alone.

I read a book about a woman who was so tired of seeing everyone that she rented a small room she went to, alone, everyday. By the end, her husband, who first thought she was unfaithful, asked her to let go of the room but she leaves him instead.

Now, I wouldn't leave my husband for anything in the world, because despite being my exact opposit, I love him for the many care and sacrifices he did for me, and i will always be grateful for every second I spend by his side. But I just relate to that book so much.

I'm so in need of time alone. Sometimes, I wish I could just hang out alone or do nothing alone... No one understands me but myself...

But I'll just write this again here...

[sophielovesbooks]

I love you Atlantic Ocean, I love you Carribean Sea, I love you Pacific Ocean, I love you North Sea, I love you Baltic Sea, I love you ocean waves, I love you saltwater, I love you swell, I love you offshore wind, I love you seashells, I love you current, I love you black sand beaches, I love you white sand beaches, I love you ocean spray, I love you sound of crashing waves, I love you I love you I love you