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cubbyhole-for-flea-bee · 25 days ago
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Once the theatre monkey discovers angsty broadway musicals its all over y'all
or: I got a new personal project I'm workin' on! I'm at the first pass on the animatic rn! I forgot that 'generate matte' is a thing you can do in SB Pro for a whole hour!! I'm suffering!!!
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starlightkun · 2 days ago
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❧ word count: 12.2k ❧ warnings: cursing, they go kinda skinny dipping at one point (wearing underwear) ❧ genre: fluff, a little suggestive, modern magical creatures/fantasy au, college au if you squint, summer camp au, dryad jaemin, human reader, camp counselors jaemin & reader, same universe as strawberry sunday ❧ extra info: this work is set in the same universe as strawberry sunday but can be read as a standalone! there is no continuing plotline between fics in this universe, they simply take place in the same world/magic system and may have overlapping characters (neos may pop up in more than one work!) ❧ author’s note: ah it feels so good to be returning to the strawberry sunday universe after so long! everyone blame thank lottie for not letting me forget abt dryad jaemin. i wasn’t sure abt posting a summer camp fic in february but it seems like the people wanted it, so i hope it warms y’all up (unless it’s actually summer for you rn, then i’m right on time 😎)
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ explore the strawberry sunday universe more here!
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You learned three things about Na Jaemin on your first day:
One, he was a clumsy dryad—somehow, someway, those existed, and you were now stuck as lead co-counselors with one for the next month.
Two, he went to your college as well, Magical Ecology major, and worked at Camp Pineleaf every summer between spring and fall semesters.
And three, he was a dangerously smooth, sweet-talking, flirt. You’d have to be careful around him, for your own sake.
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WEEK ONE
It was way too fucking hot out. From the rough directions you were given by the camp director, you were pretty sure this path led out to the river. Fuck it, you might wade out a little while you were here in order to not overheat and die. No fucking way you were going to haunt this place forever in the event you became ghost.
Despite your pessimistic thoughts as you trudged along the forest trail, you were actually very excited. Today was the first day of your month-long stint as a counselor at Camp Pineleaf. You were an education major at the university in the city, and had been recommended to the gig by one of your professors. One interview with the camp director later, and you’d been hired on the spot. You were part of the set-up crew, responsible for getting to camp early to get the camp set up and welcome the kids when they arrived. The other half of the staff were riding over from the drop-off point with the campers. So here you were, walking the perimeter to make sure all of the off-season markers had been taken down.
The camp was a small part of a nature preserve, and the rangers designated the different areas to visitors by colored markers on trails and trees. When the camp was closed in the off-season, the river that it bordered was open to visitors, so the flag markers on that border would be blue. But now that the camp was open, the blue ones should’ve all been replaced with bright orange flags. You just had to keep an eye out for any remaining blue flags, or for anything else that could be awry.
You knew you were getting closer to the river when you could hear running water, and the air around you started feeling less heavy and a lot fresher. The trail under your feet turned sandy as you finally emerged from the trees onto a shoreline by the river.
You immediately froze, though, not expecting to see somebody else at the riverside. It was a man pulling himself up out of the river onto a rocky formation. He was shirtless, his biceps, shoulders, and all other sorts of muscles flexing along with his motions. His eyes were closed as he shook his wet hair out, then pushed the damp locks back from his face with both of his hands. The sunlight made him look like he was glowing, every drop of water that ran down his body sparkling like a jewel, and you couldn’t make yourself look away.
He looked like he’d been sculpted by the gods. Which you supposed he had, or one in particular at least, you realized, as his eyes opened and settled on you as if he’d known you were there the whole time. They were the color of ferns, but shifted to a lighter mossy green under the dappling of the sunlight. Dryad. Son of Pan. Or so the legends go.
“Hi?” Despite his voice pitching up to make the greeting sound like a question, the wide, cocky smile on his face told you that he definitely knew that you’d been stood there ogling him for an embarrassing amount of time.
“Sorry!” You cringed at the sound of your own voice. “I didn’t realize there was anybody out here.”
The dryad started picking his way down the rocks towards you carefully, grabbing something off one of them as he went. A neon yellow shirt. When he finally dropped onto the ground a few feet in front of you, he gave the shirt a twist to wring out a few drops of water.
“I’m Jaemin,” he said, gripping the shirt even tighter and giving it another twist for good measure. You pretended like you didn’t notice the veins in his hands or the way his forearms tautened with the motion. He shook out the shirt to show you the logo on the front of it, a smiling evergreen tree that matched yours. “I’m also a counselor at Camp Pineleaf this year. We must’ve gone to different training sessions, huh? Anyway, I was walking the perimeter before the kids got here and I kind of—”
Jaemin stopped, a sheepish sort of look coming to his face as he ducked his head almost in embarrassment.
You looked around in confusion. “You what?”
“I fell in the river.”
“You fell in?” You stared at him. You couldn’t tell if he was messing with you or not. What kind of dryad—
“I know, what kind of dryad is falling in rivers?” He pulled the shirt on over his head, which you could now see he had cut the sleeves off of. “Aren’t we supposed to be connected to nature and all that? I still don’t know how it happened, one second I was just climbing the rocks and surveying the river, next thing I knew, I was in the river. Then you showed up.”
Clumsy dryad. That was a new one.
“I’m Y/N.” Introducing yourself was only fair since he’d already given you his name. “Seems like we’re head counselors of the Swallowtails this year, Jaemin.”
It was then that he seemed to notice the matching colors of your shirts, and his features lit up in recognition. “Hey, looks like it!”
You checked your watch. “We should be getting back, the kids are going to be arriving soon.”
“Right!”
“Besides, if I have to stay out here any longer, I’m going to pass out from heat exhaustion.” You groaned, pulling the front of your shirt off from where it had stuck to your skin, using it to fan yourself. “And there’s no way I’m dying out here and risking getting my ghost stuck in the middle of nowhere for forever instead of somewhere cool.”
Jaemin suddenly had a look of alarm on his face, and you looked around with an eyebrow raised.
“What? Something I said?”
“No, sorry, thought I heard something,” he shook his head. “It was just a vole. Lead the way.”
You hadn’t heard anything other than the usual forest sounds, but chalked it up to superior magic hearing, and started back on the trail to the main camp.
“So, why did you come out here, Y/N?”
“Same as you, walking the perimeter.”
“And… I’m sorry, I don’t want to be rude, but what are you?”
You looked at him curiously. “Can’t you tell? I’m a human.”
He blinked as if shaken from a trance. Then he offered you another heart-stopping smile. “Right, of course. Sorry about that. Must’ve hit my head when I fell in the river.”
“Must’ve…”
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You learned three things about Na Jaemin on that first day:
One, he was a clumsy dryad—somehow, someway, those existed, and you were now stuck as lead co-counselors with one for the next month.
Two, he went to your college as well, Magical Ecology major, and worked at Camp Pineleaf every summer between spring and fall semesters.
And three, he was a dangerously smooth, sweet-talking, flirt. You’d have to be careful around him, for your own sake.
That third one you didn’t come to understand until the after-bed bonfire that all the lead counselors were holding on the shore of the river. With all of the campers tucked in and being watched over by your high schooler junior counselors, the grown-ups were doing their own first day celebrations and icebreakers, which included one or two bottles being passed around as you got to know each other. A lot of the staff had been there for previous summers like Jaemin, but there were a few newbies like you.
It had been someone’s bright idea—Yeeun, a fairy, one of the lead counselors of the Bluejays—to do Truth or Dare to loosen everybody up, instead of like, just some more campfire songs or something. The guitar was forgotten by Jaemin’s feet in favor of this game, and you had survived your first couple rounds just on Truth—it wasn’t really your prerogative to embarrass yourself in front of your new coworkers on your first day.
It had just been Chanyeol’s turn (the Assistant Director, mind you, was even participating), and the werewolf let out a long, low burp as he held the bottle out for somebody to take. His truth had to been to admit why some counselor from last year had gotten fired—it apparently was the hottest piece of camp gossip last summer that nobody could figure out until now (it turns out the guy was drinking on the job, which you didn’t miss the irony in right now).
Jaemin took the bottle from him happily, tipping back his head to take a sip.
“You only have to drink if you don’t do your turn, Jaemin. Remember?” You nudged him with your left knee. He was not going to be a very helpful co-counselor tomorrow if he was hungover and miserable.
“I know,” he grinned.
“Alright, Jaemin, Tr—”
“Dare!” He declared, cutting off Chanyeol as the werewolf went to ask him the routine question.
Your coworkers all rubbed their chins thoughtfully. Yeri suddenly let out a dramatic gasp, as if she’d just been struck by the best idea ever.
“I dare you to pass the bottle to the prettiest girl in the circle,” she declared smugly.
“That’s it?” Jaemin arched a brow.
“She’s so wasted,” Sooyoung scoffed under her breath, but nonetheless, the siren brushed some stray hair and rose petals out of the dryad's face as she teetered in place.
“What? You want something more racy?” Chanyeol snickered. “Unfortunately, I am still kind of your boss, and while I will sanction this, I draw the line at daring anybody to do anything sexually promiscuous, alright?”
“I don’t mean like that, necessarily,” the dryad shrugged. “But it’s a bit tame, doesn’t tell you much. Why not the person that I want to kiss the most? Or, that I want to—”
“Jaemin.”
“Alright, alright,” he sighed dramatically, holding up the bottle straight out with one arm and drawing back his other to aim it around the circle like a bow and arrow.
“You better not hand me that nasty fucking thing, Na Jaemin,” Yeeun practically growled, crossing her arms over her chest.
“In your wildest dreams,” he scoffed, jutting his arm to the right at last. You turned your head that way, trying to figure out who he was handing it to. You were at the end of this log bench, and the next person in that direction was Eunseok, a gryphon and newbie like you.
“Y/N,” Jaemin pushed the bottle against your knee.
You took it and whispered, “Right, and who am I handing this to?”
“Nobody, gorgeous,” he whispered back, shooting you a wink.
Your hands were suddenly sweaty where they were wrapped around the neck of the bottle, and you could feel everybody’s eyes on you. With your gaze fixated on your lap, you coughed out a, “Oh, okay.”
“Alright, Y/N!” Chanyeol announced dramatically over the titters that had erupted around the fire. “Truth or dare?”
You took a swig of the drink to steel your nerves, trying not to think about how Jaemin’s mouth had just been on the same bottle—and everybody else’s, but that didn’t really matter to you as much in the moment. “Truth.”
Jaemin leaned in towards you, and you were suddenly wrapped in the contrasting smells of pine and roses as he dropped his voice, his mouth hovering right by your ear. “Are you—”
The sound of footsteps running up towards the campfire distracted you from whatever Jaemin was about to ask, and you whipped around to see Ningning, your junior counselor, heading right for you.
“Y/N!” She skidded to a stop on the other side of your log, clearly out of breath from the run down from the cabins to the riverbank.
“Ningning, is everything alright?” You asked the breathless witch.
“They’re crying and asking for their parents. I tried to—I can’t calm them down. I’m sorry, can you please—”
“Yeah, of course.” You put the bottle down in the sand, standing up and gesturing for the girl to lead the way back.
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“You look exhausted,” Jaemin declared, setting a cup of coffee down in front of you at the dining hall the next morning.
“I am,” you sighed, rubbing the back of the little witch girl who had finally cried herself to sleep an hour before wake-up this morning. She was still passed out on your lap, and you wished you could be that dead to the world too. “Finally got this one asleep about an hour before wake-up.”
“Oof, an all-nighter,” he nodded sympathetically. “Wanted Mommy and Daddy?”
“First time outside her coven.” You took a sip of the coffee, delighted to find that he had somehow already made it to your exact preferences. “Two creams and three sugars…? How did you know?”
The dryad shrugged, “Something sweet for someone sweet, right?”
“How do you know I’m sweet?” You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. “I could be the biggest ass— jerk you’ve ever met.” You winced at yourself nearly forgetting the child in your lap.
“Something tells me you’re not the biggest assjerk I’ve ever met,” he snickered quietly. “You’re up against stiff competition in that department, anyway.”
“What sort of people have you met, Jaemin?”
“Curious about me, beautiful?”
“I think I’m allowed some natural curiosity about my co-lead counselor, yes.”
“Ouch, I’ve been co-lead counselor-zoned.”
“What other sort of zone were you hoping to be in?” You snorted, taking another long sip of your coffee, not expecting an actual answer to that.
“I think you have a pretty good idea, gorgeous,” he grinned. “Anyway, I’ll fix you a plate for breakfast so you don’t have to disturb your little friend.”
“Wait,” you stopped him as he went to walk away, craning your neck to try to see the buffet line. “What do they have?”
“I think I know what to get you,” he declared confidently.
Jaemin did in fact come back with all of your favorite breakfast foods loaded up on a plate, which only made you even more suspicious as you dug in. All your other campers and junior counselors were sitting at the table with you two, though, so you couldn’t interrogate him about it.
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This morning, the Swallowtails were going on a nature walk, and you were more than happy to let Jaemin and his junior counselor, another dryad named Sohee, take the lead on that.
It was cool enough in the morning shade that you didn’t feel the need to throw yourself in the river this time. Ningning stayed in the middle of the group with some of the girls, and you brought up the rear, holding hands with your new best friend, Soongie. The little girl that you had consoled all night had not left your side since, nor said a word, which was honestly fine by you.
Jaemin had stopped everybody to explain something about the importance of all of nature working together, and how even all of you in this group were part of nature too—a fine message, by all means—but a little chittering in the treetops above you caught your attention, and you looked up to see some kind of light reddish-brown critter running across tree branches. Another ran after it, and you were pretty sure those weren’t squirrels, but you swear you hadn’t ever seen anything like it.
“In addition to those birds we had seen earlier, you’ll also see a lot of animals like squirrels and frogs up in the trees too.” Jaemin had apparently gone back to lecturing about the wildlife again while you were distracted. “There’s actually something special about this park, does anybody know what it is?”
Sohee raised his hand, which made you and the kids giggle as Jaemin looked at him disapprovingly.
“Not you, Sohee.” Your co-counselor shook his head. “Anybody else?”
Everybody looked around at each other, shaking their heads and giving various ‘no’s in response.
“There is actually a species of chipmunk that can only be found in this park. It likes the area around the river the most, and you’ll know you’ve seen it because it has reddish fur, and white front paws.”
You tilted your head back up at the trees, squinting your eyes as the creatures ran back out again, then paused overhead. And you swore you saw white paws.
“I think Y/N has already spotted some!” Jaemin announced, startling you.
As the kids all started crowding around you and clambering to try to get a good look at the animals, while you were looking dead at the older dryad, wondering how he knew exactly what you were looking at. He easily met your gaze, tilting his head and smiling.
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After lunch, your team was in the arts and crafts cabin. There were multiple stations of different crafts set up, and you were helping Soongie with the friendship bracelets and necklaces. You hummed to yourself as you carefully selected your beads, arranging and rearranging them on table in front of you.
Soongie tugged on your sleeve, and you looked at her attentively. She held her nearly finished bracelet up, tapping the two ends together indicatively.
“Do you need it tied together?” You questioned.
She nodded.
You gingerly took the bracelet from her, tying it up and handing it back. “There you go, Soongie.”
The little witch grabbed your arm, and you let her pull the bracelet onto your wrist with only minor difficulties. She patted your hand, seeming satisfied with herself.
“Oh, is it for me?” You asked, wanting to clarify in case she only wanted you to model it or test the size for an adult back home.
She nodded again, turning back to start picking out more beads.
“Thank you,” you beamed, patting her head appreciatively.
“Miss Y/N, can you help me tie this please?” Another camper requested from further down the table.
“Of course.” You set your materials down, standing up to walk around to where he was sitting. “Here, I’ll do it with you so you can practice.”
Guiding his hands through tying the knot on his elastic string, the two of you finally got it. You gave it one last tug to make sure it was secure, then he put his bracelet on.
“Thank you!” He chirped, jumping up from his seat. “I’m gonna show Mister Jaemin!”
He darted off across the cabin to the craft table that your co-counselor was at, and you took the opportunity to walk around your table and check on the campers while you were already up. Continuing to hum quietly to yourself, you whipped around with alarm when you heard Jaemin start singing. Not just because he was singing, his voice was perfectly pleasant, a lovely tenor, actually. But because he was singing the same song that you had been humming, joining in exactly where you were. You were not loud enough for anybody at even the next table over to have heard you, much less him on the other side of the noisy cabin. Dryads didn’t have exceptionally acute hearing like some other creatures such as vampires, they were only attuned to the sounds of nature, e.g., the vole he had apparently heard by the river yesterday.
Jaemin was showing the camper you had just assisted the accompanying dance to the song. It was a song that you had learned when you were a kid at your own summer camp, which was why it had come to your mind now. A few other campers abandoned their crafts to join Jaemin in learning the dance, immensely focused.
The dryad’s eyes shifted from monitoring their footwork to you. He stopped singing to call out to you, “Do you know this one, Y/N?”
You swallowed to wet your parched throat before answering. “Y-Yeah, I learned it at camp when I was a kid.”
“Remember the dance?” He asked with a grin.
“I mean, I don’t know, it’s been so long…” As you hesitated, a chorus of insistent cries erupted around you from the campers, begging you to join in. “Okay, okay, I’ll see what I can remember.”
You walked over to the open space that Jaemin and the kids had gathered in, followed by cheers.
“From the top?” Jaemin suggested, a twinkle in his green eyes.
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The next day, Jaemin sidled up to you in the buffet line at dinner. “Hey.”
“Hey.” You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, helping Soongie on your other side, who couldn’t quite reach some of the food options.
“I’d skip the gravy surprise if I were you.”
“I was about to tell you that,” you quipped back, depositing a heaping serving of smiley fries onto Soongie’s tray, then yours. “It looks alive and artificial at the same time somehow.”
“A modern miracle, truly.”
The both of you snickered as the line moved up. Jaemin loaded up his own helping of fries. Soongie pointed enthusiastically at the honeydew melon, and you scooped that out for her too.
“I wanted to ask…” Jaemin leaned in to murmur by your ear, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You didn’t flinch away though, intrigued by whatever he felt the need to whisper to you in the loud mess hall. He continued in his low voice, “Will you meet me tonight? Thirty minutes after lights out?”
You inhaled, which was a mistake as you sucked down the smell of pine and roses, and the line scooted up while you were still frozen. Quickly, you nodded and choked out a quiet ‘okay’ before catching up with Soongie. Jaemin smoothly followed after you, engaging one of the counselors across the buffet from you in light-hearted conversation.
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After lights-out, you laid awake, staring up at the ceiling of the cabin, listening to the hushed whispers of the girls fade into soft breathing and the occasional snore. You checked the time on your watch every two minutes, and it was only when you had five minutes left until your promised time to meet Jaemin that you realized he hadn’t told you where to meet him, and you’d been far too flustered to ask. You didn’t want to cluelessly wander the campground after dark, not only for fear of being caught by administration, but also because you didn’t know what was out at night. You were here because you were an education major, not because you were exactly a hardcore nature enthusiast.
Finally, with just a minute to go, you peeled your covers off as silently as possible, slipping your hiking boots back on. Lord knows what Jaemin had in mind. Your bed was by the entrance anyway as a safety precaution, so it was easy to get to the front door and slip out. You took your phone and the cabin pass with you from next to the door, just in case. Your phone, so that people could still get in contact with you, and the cabin pass so if Ningning woke up in the middle night and saw you were gone, she would think you were using the bathroom or something.
Outside your cabin, you didn’t immediately see Jaemin. You decided that if you didn’t find him in five minutes, you’d head back. Whatever this was, was not worth losing your job, or your girls’ safety, or yours, for that matter. You’d hardly turned away from the girls’ cabins towards the center of camp when you saw him strolling down the walkways from the direction of the boys’ cabins. Speak of the dryad.
Halting your search, you waited for him to approach you instead. He was wearing what looked to be his pajamas as well, sweatpants and a tank top, and his slides smacked against his heels with every step.
Jaemin stopped in front of you, not bothering to hide that he was eyeing you from head to toe. He had that same easy-going smile as always as he assessed, “Hiking boots and pjs. Cute.”
You suddenly felt too exposed in your sleep shorts. “Oh, shut it.”
“I meant it. You’re cute.” He was leaning down to peer at your shirt closely now. “It’s dark, I can’t see—Who’s on your shirt?”
“My eyes are up here, you know,” you jested, crossing your arms.
“Ooh, a bit hypocritical, hm?”
“I was startled—”
“Yeah, when I’m startled, I also make a cartoon ‘awooga’ sound—”
“Oh shut—!” You smacked his arm, not intending for the sound to echo so loudly in the quiet area. Your heart leapt to your throat, and you rushed to cover your mouth with two hands, hushing your gasp.
Jaemin, meanwhile, was grabbing the area you’d hit while he keeled over, his whole body shaking with silent laughter.
When administration hadn’t come swooping in after a few beats, you shook your head at the still-laughing figure of Na Jaemin. Pivoting around on your heel, you had the full intention of heading back to your cabin. Just a step away, and his hand shot out to grab yours. It was a light grip, you could shake him off and leave if you wanted, but you stopped anyway.
Still with your back turned, you waited for him to catch his breath and say something.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said, still with a hint of a smirk in his voice. “Can I still show you something?”
Unfortunately, your interest was piqued. You turned around, narrowing your eyes at him—he was smirking. “Show me what?”
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Whatever Jaemin wanted to show you, it was deep in the forest, on a trail that was closed off from camp. Now you were glad that you’d worn your hiking boots, despite his earlier teases. The trail clearly hadn’t been used in a few years, overgrown with plants so it only fit one person across. You kept your eyes on your feet, you didn’t want to risk tripping and injuring yourself and having to make up some story about how you sprained your ankle using the bathroom in the middle of the night. Embarrassing.
“Are you going to kill me?” You asked plainly.
Jaemin looked at you over his shoulder, teasing glint in his eye. “I’m a dryad, not a siren, Y/N.”
“We’re also not by water, so I didn’t think you were going to drown me,” you snorted.
“We’re almost there,” he said simply. “I think.”
“Do you know where we’re going?”
“Of course I do, I’m a dryad—”
“Thank you for reminding me, I almost forgot in the last twenty seconds.”
“—therefore, I have an intuitive connection to nature, okay? So I know it’s going to be right through these trees.”
You gave him a doubtful look, but stayed silent. He gestured ahead, and you watched as leaves and branches seemingly parted on their own, welcoming you through. You followed Jaemin under the passage that he’d made, the foliage closing up again behind you. You’d entered into a clearing illuminated by nothing but the stars. It was a new moon, but you found that you didn’t really need its light, as the stars shone brilliantly on a night this clear. The clearing was carpeted with soft clover and patches of wildflowers of all shapes and sizes.
“This used to be the archery range, when I was a camper,” Jaemin explained. “They moved it as the camp got bigger.”
“You came here when you were a kid?”
“Yep.” He picked a spot and sat down. “Chanyeol used to be junior counselor of my cabin.”
You smiled faintly as you sat in front of him. “Really?”
“Mhm.” He started picking clovers from the bottom of the stem, close to the ground. “You ever made a clover crown?”
“No.”
“I’ll show you how.”
As he walked you through the steps of weaving together a clover crown, you tried your best to follow along, but yours still ended up a weedy mess, falling apart in your hands. You sighed, letting the greenery drop through your fingers and back to the dirt.
“Here, use mine,” Jaemin offered patiently. “Sometimes starting is the hardest part.”
“No, Jaemin, it’s so pretty, I don’t want to mess it up,” you insisted.
“I’ve probably made thousands of clover crowns,” he reassured you, moving around to lower his hands over yours. “It’s fine. Go ahead.”
You let out a deep breath, taking the partially-woven clovers from him. Jaemin stayed there just to guide you through the first few uncertain crossings of stems, then he sat down again next to you, gathering more materials to start another crown.
Keeping your eyes trained on your shaky fingers, you said, “I don’t get you, Na Jaemin.”
“Well you hardly know me,” he pointed out humorously. “But I feel like I’ve been straightforward with you. Is there anything specific you think is so mysterious about me?”
“That’s the problem.” You bit your cheek and paused as you focused on the clover crown for a second. Then, you continued, “You’re so upfront I feel like you’re hiding something. Like I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
“What? Because I’m being honest, that must mean I’m dishonest?”
“Yes, because people don’t just act like this, Jaemin!”
“Like what? Like they’re actually interested in somebody they want to know better?” He asked incredulously, eyes wide. “This can’t just be a human thing—Are you like, okay, Y/N?”
You felt tears welling up at the corner of your eyes, and once again dropped the clover crown to wipe at them. “Fuck—I guess not. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he said softly. “I’m sorry too. We’re barely more than strangers, I let myself get caught up and I was pushy. I’ll take you back.”
The dryad stood up and offered you two hands to get up. Hanging from one of his elbows, you saw a completed clover crown. Curious, you pointed to it. “Can I see…?”
Jaemin obliged, shaking it from his elbow to his hand and offering it out to you. Still sitting in the same spot, you turned the crown around, admiring his delicate handiwork. It was more intricate than the version he had been showing you how to make, wildflowers woven together to make hearts or stars and then integrated into the design, and he’d finished it so quickly too.
You held the crown out for him to take back. “I still haven’t made a clover crown… If you want to stay.”
He brightened up. “Third time’s the charm.”
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When your alarm woke you up in the morning, you were at least more well-rested than the first night, but not by much. Groaning and sitting up, you rubbed your eyes before opening them, eyes blearily trained on the floor. The first thing you saw was your hiking boots, your completed clover crown resting atop them. It ended up taking four tries for you to finally finish one, and it was messy and at risk of falling apart any second, but you were proud of it nevertheless. A fond smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you remembered when you had finally closed it off per Jaemin’s instructions, and smacked his arm with excitement, too afraid of even breathing. Instead of being offended at you hitting him again, he was as elated as you, somehow finding a million things to compliment about your ugly little clover crown.
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WEEK 2
After your cabin’s wake-up routine this morning, you were back in the cafeteria. You didn’t bother looking for Jaemin, feeling pretty confident that the dryad would find you on his own. Sure enough, just a few minutes after you and Soongie had sat down, your co-counselor was standing at the end of your table, gesturing to the empty seat across from you.
“May I?” He asked.
“All yours,” you replied, cutting up Soongie’s pancake for her.
“We’re doing canoeing with the Bluejays this morning,” Jaemin reviewed your itinerary for the day.
A small hand grabbed your arm, and you looked over to see your little witch practically vibrating in her seat.
“Soongie’s excited,” you chuckled. “And then it’s free swim until lunch.”
“Uh-huh,” he hummed, finger following the schedule on his clipboard. “Then it’s us and the Barn Owls for free time until two-thirty. Then we’re going to archery also with the Barn Owls and the Tree Frogs, and tie dye before dinner. Oh, and a campfire after dinner tonight.”
“Will—”
“There will be s’mores at the campfire,” he said knowingly.
You smiled. “Took the words right out of my mouth.”
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“You know, Soongie, you could help a little bit, sweet,” you chastised the girl fondly, being the only one actually paddling between the two of you.
The camper was sat ahead of you in your canoe, her paddle long forgotten on the floor as she looked around her in delighted wonder. You were far too endeared by her to really be upset, which she obviously knew, as she did nothing to assist. There was a small splish on the surface of the water to the left of the canoe, and Soongie gasped, immediately scooting to that side of her seat.
“Woah!” You grabbed the sides as the small canoe rocked with the shift in weight. “Careful, Soongie. I know you’re not very big, but remember what Miss Yujin said, we don’t want to—”
As you were talking, the little witch had been leaning further and further over the side of the canoe to try to get a better look at whatever had caught her attention before. Right as you had grabbed the back of her life jacket with the intention of scooting her back into the middle of her seat yourself, the canoe flipped entirely, sending the both of you into the water. You two popped up immediately thanks to your life jackets, underneath the shell of the overturned canoe.
Turning the girl around in your arms, you checked on her, “Are you okay, Soongie?”
She regarded you with wide, terrified eyes as she nodded hurriedly.
“Good, good. I’m not mad, sweet,” you reassured her, hugging her close. “It’s okay, now we know not to do that next time, right?”
She nodded again, slower this time.
Pulling away, you asked again, “Are you sure you’re okay? You didn’t get hit by the canoe or anything?”
Another nod, more certain.
“Good, alright.” You let out a deep breath, looking around at the canoe over your heads. “Now, I need you to—”
A loud knocking on the outside of the canoe cut you off, and you let out a scream in surprise. The next second, a third person had joined you two under the canoe, surfacing behind you.
“Are you okay?” Jaemin asked, wiping water out of his eyes.
“Other than the heart attack you just gave me and the canoe on top of us?” You scoffed. “Yeah, peachy, Jaemin.”
“You weren’t coming up, I was getting worried,” he frowned.
“We’re okay,” you said more sincerely this time. “Promise.”
“Okay, good.” He then pointed to his right. “You and Soongie go out and swim over there. I’ll flip the canoe back over the other way for you. Swim a good distance away, just in case.”
“Alright, thanks, Jaemin,” you smiled, patting his cheek fondly. Turning back to Soongie, you said, “I need you to close your eyes and hold your breath while we go underwater so we can get out. Can you do that for me, sweet?”
She squeezed her eyes shut, breathed in deep, and plugged her nose.
“I knew you could. Let’s go.” You grabbed her by the head, pushing her under at the same time you went down too. You kept your hand on top of her head both to keep her down against the buoyancy of her life vest and to act as a bumper in case she accidentally bonked the canoe on her way out.
Once you had surfaced, you pulled her with you as you paddled away from the canoe a fair distance. Scattered in the water around you were the oars and your shoes. You knew your sunglasses were long gone, lost to the bottom of the lake. A few seconds later, you saw one of Jaemin’s hands wrap around the edge of the canoe, then he slowly lifted the side facing you, breaking the seal with the water, before he heaved the canoe to his left, successfully flipping it rightside up. You heard distant cheers and applause from the dock, and looked over to see other campers standing there, bundled up in their own little life vests.
Swimming back over to Jaemin and the canoe with Soongie, you two also gave him a small round of applause above the surface of the water.
“Our hero,” you jested.
He grinned, holding onto the end of the canoe to keep it from floating away. “Well…”
“Y/N in first, that way you can help Soongie get in,” he explained.
“Okay, you wait here with Mister Jaemin for me,” you requested, passing her off to the dryad.
“Can you hold onto my shoulders Soongie?” He moved her around to his back, then made an exaggerated choking sound. “My shoulders, not my neck!”
Soongie giggled and changed the placement of her arms.
“Oh, thank Pan,” he breathed out in relief. “Alright, Y/N, up you go.”
You hauled yourself back into the canoe, then worked with Jaemin to hoist Soongie in as well. Finally, Jaemin pulled himself in too, shaking out his wet hair like a dog.
“Ah!” He sighed, pushing his hair back from his face, annoyingly handsome grin once again landing on you. “Well that was a successful rescue mission, huh?”
“Hate to burst your bubble, Jaemin, but uh, we don’t—”
“Have oars?” He finished your sentence, still grinning.
“Mhm.” You looked down into your empty, soaking wet canoe, then at the distant dock pointedly.
“Not a problem!” A vine shot out of Jaemin’s palm, splitting into two, each end grabbing a wayward oar and pulling them back up into the boat. He offered one out to you to take, and secured the other in his hand.
Soongie giggled and clapped, to which Jaemin bowed. “Ah, thank you, thank you.”
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After free swim and free time, everyone had time to head back to their cabins and shower before going to archery. You only had a second to rinse the lake water off of you before changing and corralling your campers to archery.
The new archery range was bigger than the old one that Jaemin had taken you to, able to fit more targets than you were sure the other one could. As the two instructors began teaching the kids, the counselors hung back to make sure everyone was paying attention and served more as support during the lesson. God knew you had no clue how to shoot a bow and arrow.
“You know how to do this?” You murmured to Jaemin as you watched the instructor notch her first arrow.
“May have won a few ribbons back in my days as a camper,” he jokingly bragged. “Want a private lesson?”
You elbowed him lightly and shook your head, even as your heart skipped a beat. The instructor let her arrow fly then, easily hitting the bullseye. You clapped along with the campers, snickering, “I think maybe I should ask her instead.”
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Whoever put tie-dye after free time was the bane of your existence, as there was no time for the girls to properly wash up before dinner. If tie-dye had been before free time, then they could’ve done it before showering. You and Ningning had your hands full helping them scrub dye off their hands, and your entire cabin ended up being late to dinner. Stomping into the mess hall with a gaggle of starving girls, you hurried them ahead of you towards the food line, wincing when you saw a few options empty or nearly empty already. Soongie hung back with you as always, joining you last in the line.
You made your two plates, and struggled to find empty seats in the packed mess hall. Thankfully, a hand shot up among the throng, waving you all over. Jaemin stood up so you could see him better, and you called for your girls, who were all looking around rather lost, to follow you over there. The dryad was instructing his campers to scoot around and make room, and finally, with some squeezing, everyone was able to fit. Jaemin let you scoot onto the bench seat ahead of him, and you still had to eat with Soongie on your lap and one of Jaemin’s legs sticking out into the aisle. His other leg was pressed against you, elbow bumping into yours as the two of you ate.
You tried not to glare at some of the other cabins who had made no attempts to accommodate you all, empty seats and plenty of room at their tables, some of the adults even propping up and spreading their legs out on the benches as they ate and chatted with each other.
“Just leave it, Y/N,” Jaemin murmured, nudging you with his arm. “Good example.”
You took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah, thanks, Jaem.”
“Hard time washing out the tie dye?”
“Yeah. How’d you guys clean the dye off so fast?”
“Who says we cleaned the dye off?”
That made you look up from your food for the first time, carefully studying the hands and arms of the boy Swallowtail campers around you, seeing that they were in fact, splotched with every color of the rainbow. You burst into laughter, covering your face with your hand. “God—Is that going to come out before pick-up?”
“Yeah, a couple more dips in the lake, it’ll all be gone.”
“Work smarter, not harder, huh?”
Jaemin grinned. “Exactly.”
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At the campfire, you helped your younger campers roast their marshmallows for their s’mores safely, while Jaemin and Chanyeol led the entire camp in sing-alongs. In a lull with your campers preoccupied with eating their s’mores, you quickly prepared one and brought it up towards the front. Chanyeol was tuning his guitar while he and Jaemin discussed which song to do next, and you tapped the dryad’s shoulder as you lowered the paper plate into his line of sight.
Jaemin looked up at you beaming, accepting the s’more. “Thanks, beautiful. How’d you know I wanted one?”
“I’m a mind reader,” you replied humorously, mussing up his hair before you headed back towards the Swallowtails’ benches.
“Ask her! Ask her!” Came excited, hushed whispers from behind you as you had just returned to your seat among all your campers.
Turning around, you spotted a gaggle of both girls and boys gathered behind you, and raised your eyebrow at them inquisitively. “Ask me what?”
“Miss Y/N?” One brave girl finally piped up. “Are you and Mister Jaemin boyfriend-girlfriend?”
You covered your mouth to not laugh directly at them, instead tilting your head at them curiously. “Why do you think that?”
“You just made him a s’more!” One said.
“And he rescued you and Soongie today!” Another added.
“And he always calls you beautiful and stuff!” Said another. “That’s what my dad calls my mom.”
“You can tell your friends that they’re beautiful,” you informed them dutifully. “I tell you girls that you’re beautiful, don’t I?”
They all looked at each other, obviously conflicted.
“You should always help somebody in need if you can, like Mister Jaemin did today when Soongie and I were canoeing,” you continued. “And how many s’mores have I made for all of you?”
They began murmuring among themselves at your very good points while you tried very hard to control your face. Technically, you and Jaemin weren’t boyfriend-girlfriend. You were… something. And these children didn’t need to know all the (sparse) details of the nature of your relationship with Jaemin anyway.
Chanyeol had started strumming his guitar again, drawing everyone’s attention as the next song began.
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WEEK 3
All outdoor activities had been canceled today because a huge storm had rolled in overnight. Rain pounded against the roof of the meeting center as lighting flashed and thunder boomed outside. The Swallowtails and Tree Frogs were in here for the first block of the day watching movies on a projector. The movie was occupying some of the kids while others quietly played cards in a corner, others napped, and the counselors hung out in the back of the room.
“You okay, Jaem?” You asked the dryad, bumping his shoulder with yours. “You’ve been… off since breakfast this morning.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he reassured you, shifting his gaze from the dark grey skies outside over to you. His eyes were a deep forest green, so murky they almost blended in with his pupils. He tried to offer you a half-smile as he nudged your arm back. “It’s the weather. Dryads are sensitive to it. Mother Nature gets bummed out, so do we.”
You looked over at Sohee, noticing that the younger dryad was also less upbeat than usual, leaning against the wall and zoning out as he listened to the junior counselor from the Tree Frogs go on about something.
“I like the rain,” you tried to offer some positivity. “Good napping weather.”
Jaemin chuckled. “I’ve never been able to sleep well when the weather’s like this, but now that you mention it…”
“Big fuzzy blanket or two, the sound of the rain, oh it’s perfect.”
“Mm, I might be able to get on board with this.”
“I’m just afraid the kids aren’t going to be able to sleep tonight if they can’t get their energy out,” you sighed, already able to picture them bouncing off the walls come lights-out.
“Yeah, we’ll have to make them run laps in the gym after lunch so they’re not bouncing off the walls when it’s lights-out.”
“Exactly what I was thinking.”
“Speaking of lights-out…” He leaned in closer, resting his hand behind you and letting the smell of pine and roses entirely wrap around you. His lips ghosted against the shell of your ear as he requested, “If the rain lets up by then, will you meet me again? After lights-out?”
You turned your head to whisper back, “To do what?”
“It’s a surprise. Is that a yes?”
You hummed, pretending to think it over. Finally, you answered, “Yes.”
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In the middle of dinner, the rain finally stopped, and you pretended not to react, even as the entire cafeteria erupted into cheers. Jaemin tapped your foot under the table with his. You kicked his back as you lifted your smiley fry to your mouth.
After putting your girls to bed, you once again waited thirty minutes before putting your hiking boots on and slipping out of your cabin. Jaemin was exactly where you had found him last time, blinding grin visible even this late at night. He had a couple towels tossed over his shoulder, but was otherwise in the exact same clothes as last time.
“So where are we headed?” You asked, looping your arm with his.
“Somewhere special,” he replied vaguely. “The rain should’ve made it perfect.”
You squinted at him, but didn’t press for more information. As soon as he turned off the main path, you realized he was heading towards the river but taking an unfamiliar route along it. He was heading towards a part that the camp didn’t use in their regular activities. You heard the rushing water before you spotted it, and when you emerged from the treeline, you could see a waterfall. Not huge, but without the extra rainfall from today, this area probably wouldn’t have been more than a trickle.
“Perfect,” Jaemin declared, stopping by a rock further from the water’s edge. This one was dry, safe from the spray of the waterfall. He set the towels down before toeing his shoes off, and you already knew what he was going to do.
“Isn’t it going to be cold?” You asked knowingly, despite taking your boots off too.
“Probably.” He pulled his tank top off before hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his sweatpants. “You’re behind.”
“You’re pushy,” you teased back, yanking off your socks.
“Undress how you want, my apologies.” He put his palms together and bowed ninety degrees, making you giggle at the juxtaposition of the formal gesture while he was in nothing except his briefs.
Your shorts joined the pile too, but you left your sleep shirt on since you had nothing else on under it. Jaemin was already at the river’s edge, his back to you as he stood in the water up to his ankles.
“Is it cold?” You slowly picked your way closer to the water.
“Would you believe me if I said no?” He answered with a question.
“Try.”
“It’s like a hot tub.”
You clicked your tongue, “Nope, didn’t believe you for a second.”
“Can I look?” He still hadn’t turned around, even as you were just a couple steps behind him.
“No, Jaem, I want you to swim with your eyes closed all night.”
“I’d do it if you asked,” he jested back in a slightly sing-songy voice.
“I know you would.” You hugged your arms as you shook your head fondly. “You can turn around. With your eyes open.”
Jaemin turned around with his eyes squeezed shut first, then squinted them open one at a time, a soft grin spreading across his lips as his gaze didn’t trail anywhere other than your face. He offered his hand out, and you set yours atop it. Slowly, he pulled you towards him, and you braced yourself as you took the first step into the cold water. You let out an instinctive shiver at the chill zipping up through you.
“Hot tub, yeah,” you scoffed.
“It slopes down from here.” Jaemin started wading out in front of you, keeping his loose grip on your hand. You followed him, keeping an eye on how fast the water was rising up his legs to estimate the depth for yourself.
When the water was about waist-deep, you hissed at the temperature, squeezing his hand tighter. His thumb rubbed the back of your hand as he started guiding you towards the waterfall. “Come on.”
In the back of your mind, you wondered if you were going to get sick from this.
“If you catch a cold, I’ll nurse you back to health.”
“If you get sick, I’ll laugh,” you mimicked the way he cooed at you sweetly.
Jaemin stopped the two of you a little ways away from the bottom of the waterfall. He let go of your hand before walking forward, pausing right under where the water was pouring down, thoroughly drenching him. He let out a whoop presumably at the burst of cold. Poking his head out, he wiped the water from his eyes and looked at you expectantly. You sighed but went to join him, grabbing your shoulders tightly and gritting your teeth against the rush of cold water soaking the rest of you. A mix between a yelp and a laugh escaped you instinctively, and you heard Jaemin laughing past the sounds of crashing water. Admittedly, the chill served as a shock to your nervous system, thoroughly waking you up and making every inch of your skin tingle.
You ducked out of the waterfall, under the overhang of rock, wiping water off your face as you giggled. “Ah! Cold! Fucking cold!”
“It’s refreshing, right?” Jaemin asked with a grin.
“Kinda, yeah,” you admitted, putting your shoulders back under the waterfall. You held your arms out. “C’mere.”
He obliged, shuffling closer to you and letting you wrap your arms around his neck. As soon as you felt how warm his skin was, you pulled him even closer.
“You’re warm!” You gasped.
“I’m a dryad, gorgeous,” he hummed, lowering the two of you in the water. His hands landed on your knees, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist and cling onto him even more. “Always the perfect temperature.”
“You’re really proud to be a dryad, hm?” You questioned, not a hint of sarcasm or taunting in your voice this time.
“Of course. I love everything about it, never wanted to be anything else. Sure, other things are more powerful, and plenty of dryads hate being sensitive to the weather, but I love it all.”
“Can you understand animals?” You knew that not all dryads could talk to animals, and those who could, would usually only be able to talk to a certain kind (birds, fish, reptiles, etc.).
“Small to medium land mammals. Anything bigger than a dog is usually a no-go.”
“What about a really big dog? Like a Great Dane? Or a Newfoundland?”
“Haven’t tried. When I do, I’ll let you know.”
“Do you have a favorite animal? Or is that like picking a favorite kid?”
He chuckled, and you could feel it against you. “I like cats.”
“Me too.”
After a beat, he asked, “Can I tell you something?”
“Can I stop you?”
“The first day of camp—”
“—when you fell in the river—”
“—when I fell in the river… I didn’t really fall in.”
You pulled back to be able to look him in the eye, nose scrunching up in confusion. “What? So you just… went swimming in your clothes for fun?”
“Yeah, pretty much. I was walking the perimeter, like I told you, and then suddenly I got this really strong urge to just jump in,” he explained. “One second, I was perfectly fine, enjoying the Sun, and then I thought to myself: ‘It’s too goddamn hot and if I overheat and die there is no way I’m going to let myself end up haunting this place for eternity.’ And the river was right there so I jumped in and cooled off. And then when you showed up, I figured it was better to look clumsy than like… well whatever that was.”
Dread had settled deep in the pit of your stomach, and your jaw dropped with mortification. “Jaemin, I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“I’m the one who made you jump in the river,” you confessed, pushing on his chest to get him to let you go and stand on your own again.
“What?” He tilted his head, obviously confused and caught between trying to decide if you were joking or serious, half a smile on his lips.
You turned away from him, covering your face in horror as everything suddenly dawned on you at once—way too late, you should’ve fucking known, it was so fucking obvious. “Not on purpose. God—”
Jaemin was surprisingly calm as he asked, “What are you talking about?”
“You know how we’re like… scarily in sync sometimes? Like it’s almost like you can read my thoughts?”
He grinned and chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “So you noticed, too? I mean—”
“It’s not great chemistry or anything. I’m literally accidentally putting my thoughts in your head,” you interrupted him, desperately trying to get across how seriously bad this whole thing was.
The cocky smirk dropped right off his face, and he turned curious and skeptical instead. “Wait, really? How?”
“My great-aunt called it something one time. A savvy,” you snapped your fingers as the word popped into your head. “Said that’s what they used to be called before all this modern-day science took over magic instead.”
“Savvy,” he repeated uncertainly.
“Yeah. Humans that could talk to plants and make them grow faster like dryads, or fly but just a couple inches off the ground, things like that,” you listed off a couple examples. “Her theory was that with integration, people didn’t find their savvies anymore because they were around all this extraordinary magic, there was no reason for their little pockets of it to ever make an appearance.”
“What’s your theory?”
“Kind of similar. I think the people with them might notice it, but we see all this incredible stuff every day, so if your plants are growing extra fast—hey, that was probably just the magical fertilizer you bought at the store, why would it be the fact that you were singing to your succulent? Magic is so ingrained into the fabric of our lives from outside sources, I don’t think we’d ever stop to notice if it ever started coming from inside us.”
“That’s so…”
“Sad? That humans would never stop to think that we had magic in us too?” You chuckled cynically.
Jaemin shook his head, brow furrowed as he obviously both deep in thought and deeply perturbed. “I was going to say, hard to imagine. I can’t imagine what it feels like not having magic in you.”
“You’re made of magic. I’m not.”
“Well that’s not true. You’ve got something. You’ve got a… savvy.” Jaemin smiled and pointed smugly. “It’s what confused me the first time we met.”
“Right.”
“So how did you find out?”
“According to my parents, I didn’t talk until I was almost four. I didn’t need to, they just somehow always knew what I wanted. Used to chalk it up to good body language. But the way that people always finished my thoughts before I did, and didn’t even realize they were doing it. I hated that. It felt like they were in my head.” You clutched your arms self-soothingly at the memories. “Until I got a little older and realized that actually, I was in their heads.”
“Do you know why? Why you?”
“We’re all human, my family, as far back as we can tell. Unless someone had an affair somewhere that we don’t know about but—” You shrugged. “I’m just a human, who can think and feel really hard, and things happen. And because someone said so, that’s magic. But if I lived with a bunch of humans—and not my great-aunt—I probably would’ve gone my whole life just believing that I was really good at conveying my thoughts. Or really shit at hiding them.”
“So you can… what, exactly?”
You knew what he was asking—magic powers all had names. So what was yours?
“I don’t know, project my thoughts? Still don’t have a good name for it,” you admitted with a dejected shrug. “I don’t do it on purpose, it just kind of happens. I can never choose which ones, or who gets them, I’ve just kind of figured that that it tends to happen with ones I’m more focused on. But not always.”
“So it wasn’t great chemistry, huh?” He joked, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
“Ah, sorry, Jaemin,” you said sheepishly, then tacked on, “But I can tell you, I’ve never had someone so… receptive to my thoughts before. Like, no one person has ever gotten so many in such a short amount of time. I don’t know why, or what it means, or if it even means anything. And I do feel the need to apologize, I imagine it’s clearly been… invasive.”
“For one, don’t apologize. You said you’re not doing it on purpose, and I can’t imagine what it must be like for you, always worrying about which of your thoughts someone is going to get, who’s going to get it, and if they’ll know it was you. Don’t also worry about apologizing to me just because I listen a little better than other people. If anything, I should be apologizing to you for eavesdropping.”
“You don’t need to—”
“Now you know how you sounded,” he replied pointedly.
“Damn.”
“Anyway, I think I know exactly why I’m more… receptive.”
You eyed him curiously. “Enlighten me.”
“I’m a dryad,” he reminded you for probably the hundredth time since you met him. “We’re in touch with nature, which includes humans, and their thoughts and feelings.”
“So it’s not our great chemistry?” You trepidly quipped.
“So you agree!” He lit up. “We do have great chemistry! Aside from the magical thought-sharing?”
“I think it’s including that?” You fidgeted with your fingernails. “Because despite everything I just told you, you’re not running away. Even though I literally made you jump in a river the first time we met. Or, before we ever met.”
“I think I’m starting to get better at telling what’s your idea and what’s mine,” he said confidently. “And you’re also not running away, despite the fact that you know that your thoughts are even more available to me than other people.”
You took a deep breath and nodded. “I trust you with them. You’re the first person that I’ve told who’s… really thought of it like that. That you’re listening in, instead of me forcing something into your brain.”
“Thank you. I’m honored.”
“So uhm, while we’re talking about the first day of camp… What were you going to ask me? At Truth or Dare?”
“Still thinking about that, gorgeous?”
“Apparently. Do you remember?”
“‘Are you thinking about kissing me, too?’” He stepped closer to you again. “Though, I think I know the answer now.”
You nodded, eyes glued to where a droplet of water raced from his hair down his forehead, over his browbone, his nose, and finally between his cupid’s bow into his parted lips.
“I know I can literally hear you thinking about what my lips feel like, and exactly where you want my hands on you…” One of said hands had caught the hem of your shirt floating in the water, gently tugging it back and forth. Jaemin leaned in closer, warm breath washing over your cheek as he held eye contact with his request, “But can I also hear you say it out loud? Just once, gorgeous?”
You immediately folded, grabbing his forearms as you pleaded, “Jaem, please. I want you to kiss me, I want you to—”
“I know, beautiful, I know,” he hushed you gently, cupping your cheek and sealing his mouth over yours. His other hand let go of your shirt hem to wrap around your waist and pull you closer. Your fingernails dug into the muscles of his forearm as you pressed against him, chasing more contact in any way possible. He alternated soft bites to your bottom lip and deep kisses that left you dizzy. The cold water didn’t even register anymore as you fell more and more into Na Jaemin.
Jaemin finally drew back, leaving you with a peck on the tip of your nose. He was still looking at you with an absolutely blindingly soft smile, cradling your face with two hands. You grabbed his cheeks, kissing his nose too.
“It’s only fair,” he snickered.
“Exactly what I was thinking,” you replied humorously, pushing your forehead against his.
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The sky was a beautiful crystal clear blue the next morning, and you noticed the change in Jaemin’s mood before you even got to the mess hall for breakfast. Your cabins converged on the walkway there, and you spotted Jaemin at the front of his boys, giving one a piggy-back ride as four more chased them around the rest. Sohee was actually leading the gaggle of campers, laughing and joking along with the older dryad. Without you even calling out to him, Jaemin gently dropped his camper back to the ground before turning around and giving your group a big wave.
“Morning, girls!” He grinned.
“Morning, Mister Jaemin!” They said back in a loud chorus.
You just so happened to glance down to make sure you weren’t going to step on one of the kids’ heels when you noticed that Soongie’s sneaker was untied.
“Oh, hold on, sweet. Your shoelace.” You tugged on her hand to take her to the side, out of the crowd. Kneeling down, you dutifully double-knotted it. “There. Let’s go.”
You’d just started walking and brushing the dirt off your knee when your foot got jerked back by your own shoelace which had come untied and was subsequently caught under someone’s foot. Before your face or hands could impact with the concrete, however, something sturdy wrapped around your waist and caught you. You realized it was a thick, leafy vine at the same time that two hands grabbed your arms to stand you back up, and the vine unwound from around you.
“Woah, you alright?” It was Jaemin, of course, already checking your hands and arms over for injuries.
“Yeah, Jaem, I’m fine,” you smiled as he fidgeted with your beaded bracelet from Soongie. “Tied Soongie’s shoe and completely missed the fact that mine was untied too. Thanks for the save.”
He dutifully dropped to one knee to tie your shoe for you, and you wanted to be embarrassed at being treated like a child, but really, all you could think about was pulling him back up when he was done and kissing him.
“Not here, beautiful,” he grinned and winked at you.
You rolled your eyes and pushed his head away from you, but you knew it was all negated by your fond smile and thoughts.
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WEEK 4
The Swallowtails were back in the arts and crafts cabin, and you were hard at work at the friendship bracelet station. You may have sucked at making clover crowns, but you weren’t half-bad at this, at least. Searching through the piles of beads, you secured a few more green and brown ones, as well as some in the shape of white daisies to add.
Jaemin was at the bead table too, and you pretended not to be interested in what he was making, even as he had not-very-quietly whispered to one of your girls sitting next to him asking if she knew what your favorite color was. The camper had told him with a giggle, some of the other campers pitching in with their opinions on whatever he was making throughout it. You acted like you hadn’t heard anything, looking up from your own craft only to survey the cabin or when someone called your name asking for help.
You’d just secured the clasp on the necklace you had been working on when a throat was cleared across from you. Looking up, you raised your eyebrows at Jaemin curiously. “Yes…?”
His project had disappeared from in front of him, but one of his hands was behind his back, so you had a suspicion as to where it went. The dryad held his other hand out palm-up on the table between you two. “May I?”
You put out your arm that already had your friendship bracelet from Soongie on it, and he grasped it gently. “Close your eyes?” He requested.
Amused, you did so, feeling when he slipped another bracelet on your wrist. You peeked one eye open, immediately spotting the bracelet that was comprised mostly of beads of your favorite color. You grinned, spinning it around to admire it.
“It’s perfect. Thanks, Jaem,” you said. Picking up the necklace, you declared, “Your turn.”
Standing up, you walked around to stand behind him, fastening the clasp at the back of his neck for him. “There you go.”
It was a shorter necklace, resting right at his collarbones, so he had to use his phone camera to look at it. His fingertips ran over the beads, then he reached back to squeeze your hand that was resting lightly on his shoulder.
“I love it.” He tilted his head back to absolutely beam at you.
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At dinner, you weren’t even surprised when Jaemin joined you and Soongie in the line to get your food. You fondly noted that he was still wearing the necklace from earlier.
Leaning in towards him, you breathed in the familiar smells of roses and pine, then murmured, “Will you meet me? After lights-out tonight?”
“I had this weird feeling that you were going to ask me that,” he teased. “Yes.”
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“So where are we headed?” Jaemin asked as soon as you found each other that night.
You didn’t hesitate to take his hand, lacing your fingers with his. “I want to try to make clover crowns again.”
He started tugging you down the walkways. “Let’s do it.”
Taking a deep breath of the fresh air that was all around you, you let out an unintentional sigh after. “I can’t believe we’re going back tomorrow.”
“It always amazes me how fast a month goes here.”
“We’re going to—I’m going to see you again, right? When we get back?”
Jaemin screeched to a stop in the middle of the trail, turning to you with a startlingly severe look on his face. “What kind of question—Of course. We live in the same city, go to the same school. I meant everything I said, Y/N.”
“I-I know, Jaem.” You glanced up at the stars peeking through the treetops. “I guess this whole month sort of felt surreal… I’m worried about what real life will be like for us.”
“It’ll be better,” he said confidently. “Because I can take you on real dates there.”
You chuckled, squeezing his hand. “I don’t know, the waterfall was pretty romantic.”
“I’m glad you think so, beautiful.” He started down the trail again. “Come on, we’re almost there.”
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The camp was in a fairly remote location, so everyone loaded up onto buses in the morning to drive back into the city, where the children would then be picked up by their parents. Since you had volunteered for the set-up crew, you weren’t staying for break-down, which meant you were going back with the kids and monitoring pick-up for your campers.
Most of the kids (and counselors) were napping on the bus, thoroughly tuckered out from the month of camp, and having to get up early to eat breakfast before the buses departed. Soongie was curled up on the bench seat with her head in your lap as she slept, and you yawned just looking at her.
“Tired, gorgeous?” Jaemin murmured from his aisle seat next to you. The three of you probably didn’t need to squeeze into one row, but there was no part of you that wanted to tell him to move.
“Mm, a bit,” you admitted, leaning your head on his shoulder.
“Sleep.” He shifted to wrap his arm around you, encouraging you to rest your head in the crook of his neck.
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After waking up, pick-up went surprisingly smooth. Most of the campers’ parents were already at the pick-up location, so it was just a matter of checking IDs and sending the families on their way. Soongie excitedly tugged you over to a trio of adults, one of whom looked far too old to be her parent, and another looked far too young—your age at most. They introduced themselves as her covenmates, and one of the witches was in fact her biological father, the one who looked between the other two in age. You chatted with them for a little bit as they confessed to being nervous since this was Soongie’s first time away from the coven. You filled them in on how well she did at camp, downplaying the horrors of the first night to put their minds at ease. Soongie gave you one last big hug before all four of them left with huge smiles on their faces.
Ningning was driving herself and some of the other junior counselors home, and you sent them off with a wave, the witch honking her horn in return. When things around the lot were finally quiet, you saw that all the campers were gone, and the lead counselors were even beginning to disperse as well. Jaemin was already walking up to you, his duffel bag on his shoulder.
“Heading out?” You asked, trying to hide your disappointment.
“In a minute. Now that pick-up’s done…” He grabbed one of your wrists with one hand and tugged your friendship bracelet from Soongie off with the other.
“Hey, that’s—”
“Your bad luck charm.”
You looked between him and the gift in confusion. “What?”
“Soongie didn’t do it on purpose. Witches that little have no control over their powers. I didn’t say something before because I know you wouldn’t have gotten rid of it while you were still around her, and all it’s been doing is minorly inconveniencing you.” He turned the bracelet around in his fingers to look at the plastic beads. “If it was seriously hurting you, I would’ve intervened.”
“Wait, so when I tripped on my shoelace…?”
“And when the canoe flipped, and all the spots at the mess hall being taken, and probably anything else that went wrong this whole month.” He tossed it up in the air and caught it before pocketing it. “Unless you’re usually that unlucky?”
“No, I just figured it was because this was my first year. Learning the ropes and stuff,” you shrugged, still bewildered as suddenly everything was clicking.
“Unintentional sabotage.”
“Well, good thing I had you then, huh?” You joked, nudging him with your elbow. “My guardian dryad.”
He pretended to wipe sweat off his brow. “It was tough work, keeping an extra close eye on you.”
“Aw, and here I thought you were hanging around me so much because of our great chemistry?”
“That too.” Jaemin looped an arm around your shoulders to pull you into him, peppering kisses on your cheek as you giggled and futilely tried to hide your face from him. “Mostly that.”
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s0fter-sin · 2 months ago
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one of my favourite aspects of supernatural that you very rarely see in paranormal shows is that sam and dean are already versed in the world they live in. there’s no sudden discovery of ghosts and demons and now they have to learn about them along with the audience; they are born into it and already know all about it. it allows the audience to follow their personal story instead of also trying to figure out this new world and its rules
the first season is full of knowledge we never see them learn; “w*ndigoes are in the minnesota woods or- or northern michigan. i’ve never even heard of one this far west.” […] “great. well then this [his gun] is useless.” (1x02), “you don’t break a curse. you get the hell out of its way.” (1x08), d: “it’s a god. a pagan god, anyway.” […] “the annual cycle of its killings? and the fact that the victims are always a man and a woman. like some kind of fertility right.” […] s: “the last meal. given to sacrificial victims. d: “yeah, i’m thinking a ritual sacrifice to appease some pagan god.” (1x11)
almost every episode in the first season is a monster they’ve faced before that they then explain to the audience in a way that should feel patronising; like it’s the same speech given over and over again but instead, the audience almost feels included in the knowledge. it’s stated with such an innate confidence and comfort in said knowledge that it feels like we already knew it too; “spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors. if they want inside, they just go through the walls.” […] “the claws, the speed that it moves; could be a skinwalker, maybe a black dog.” (1x02), “it's biblical numerology. you know noah's ark, it rained for forty days. the number means death.” (1x04), “no no no, not the reaper, a reaper. there's reaper lore in pretty much every culture on earth, it goes by 100 different names.” […] “you said it yourself that the clock stopped, right? reapers stop time. and you can only see 'em when they're coming at you which is why i could see it and you couldn't.” (1x12)
they already know and, at least in the first season, already have what they need to kill whatever they’re hunting; already know to salt and burn bones for spirits, fire for a w*ndigo, exorcisms for demons, a silver bullet to the heart for shapeshifters. there’s only three times in the entire first season that they run into something new to them; 1x14 when sam gets his first vision that leads him to another psychic, 1x16 when dean calls caleb for help on the sigil he put together and he tells him about daevas, and 1x20 when they find out vampires are real- and they only don’t know that bc john thought they were hunted to extinction and not worth mentioning
(there’s also technically two half instances if you count one of them knowing something the other doesn’t - sam figuring out the tulpa in 1x17 and dean already knowing about the shtriga in 1x18 - but those still rely on sam and dean having prior knowledge)
even when they’re uncertain about facing something, it’s not bc they don’t know what it is; it’s precisely bc they know what it is and acknowledge that it’ll be a difficult hunt (“i don't know, man. this isn't our normal gig. i mean, demons, they don't want anything, just death and destruction for its own sake. this is big. and i wish dad was here.” 1x04)
so much of the tension in paranormal shows typically comes from the main character(s) not knowing what is happening to them/the people around them and having to find out how to resolve it. supernatural is unique in that it operates more like a police procedural. the tension comes from solving the clues and identifying patterns to figure out who (what) the killer is and intercepting before they can take another victim
it’s such a different tone to go for when compared to other shows that came both before, during, and after its run. it sets sam and dean on even footing with each other since they both have the same knowledge going in, and it puts them in a place of authority usually reserved for an outside character
the shows i compare spn to most is charmed, buffy and teen wolf; every main character in those shows are brought into the paranormal world knowing nothing, putting them on the same level as the audience, and they have their mc interact with others already knowledgeable about that world in order to overcome their problem/monster of the week. the audience organically learns about this new world as the characters learn about it. it’s a sound writing strategy that prevents “as we already know”-style exposition but something that complicates it is if your world building isn’t unique or intriguing enough, this slow introduction can become boring
we’ve seen shows like these before; sitting through the same tropes of characters learning to use their powers, struggling with no longer feeling normal/relating to the regular world around them, and not knowing how much they can trust the people already involved in this new world gets repetitive. all three shows eventually reach the same level of comfort with their new world that spn starts with but if the characters aren’t enough to draw you in, you can end up dropping it before they reach that point (and often, before the overarching plot can really kick in and evolve the show beyond the villain of the week format)
it’s the superhero origin movie in tv format; dragged out and overplayed. dropping the audience into an established world of course comes with its own problems but you also have the benefit of pre-existing established character dynamics that let the audience slot in like they’ve always been there instead of just getting to know all the characters while the characters also get to know each other
sam and dean already knowing about the supernatural lets the audience immediately get to the core of the story; the conflict between sam and dean, the search for their father, and the mystery of what killed their mother
#i could go on forever theres literally so many examples#dean figuring the ‘two dark doubles’ is a shapeshifter sam figuring out the changing ghost is a tulpa#also peak how many of these examples come from dean despite them pushing so hard for sam to be the one knowing hunting theory#this format is why i cant stand watching the first season of charmed despite loving it so much#i just cant be bothered watching them have the same struggle ive seen a hundred times play out again#different genre but sons of anarchy does this well too; all the characters are already in the club life and already have inner conflict#spn having such a natural introduction makes me so glad they didnt go with the original plan of sam not knowing about hunting#that wouldve been Painful#watching spn so young has really shaped my view of media bc i legit cant stand things with a learning curve#give me an established world damnit#lord of the rings never stops to explain what a dwarf is! you just go with it! and it rules!#dean is just as theoretical and lore savvy as sam and id go as far to say he actually knows more#instead of trying to do this bullshit brains v brawn divide they shouldve done new tech vs analogue#sams laptop is famous and he also knows how to hack thing where the second dean doesnt know something he defaults to books#have dean be the one where if its written down he can find it almost like a proto bobby#they even kind of support that by him being the one to find the phoenix in s6 when they go through all their books#but this was 2005 and characters could only be so conplex and theyd already decided dean needed to be the hot one and sams the nerd one#side note how many of these metas am i going to write on this rewatch? tbd#side side note included all the quotes and episode numbers makes me feel so academic#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#carry on my wayward son#talk meta to me#meta#supernatural meta#spn#supernatural#dean winchester#sam winchester#save post
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sapphicslaylist · 1 month ago
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Loved and Loathed. Wonderful and Wretched. As the newfound comforts or home begin to settle in, a venomous creature begins to untether those roots.
Yet again posting a wonderful piece commissioned for On Borrowed Paths; this time by my good pal @justanumber! This covers a cute scene in the fifth chapter which covers the origins of Witch’s mithridatic nature.
(Both Witch & Damsel are teens in this AU! Just keep that in mind.)
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d8tl55c · 6 months ago
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oh boy !! ! ! ! !!! ! thANK y0u all for the kind words on my last art posts. you all get it and i was/still am so happy about it
as promised, here's some close-ups of the comic for image quality's sake, and other screenshots i rescued from the community whiteboard (and something else)
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first up another sketch of mystery gender-ambiguous being. (please send me more name ideas for them if you got one- i like to hear em! (reminder it's the side character that appeared for <10 seconds in AvM Ep. 30))
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a few fav scenes
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emotional support cwab
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they weren't meant for this purpose exactly, but i do have countless "fluffy sticks" loose in my notes and homework sheets from the school years.
papery critter.
even when i wasn't confident in fur or feathers, they helped me practice posing and create some satisfying gradients/flowing poses. (im a sucker for good tail poses) (oh yay! i found a good pic...)
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and finally, little sneak peak for you for reading so far ;3
i realized that whiteboardfox is pretty great for my working needs. simple and to the point and all. feels nice with the mouse and the tablet.
so i started hashing out a big project idea just to see if it holds up and
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it's a little bigger than i expected
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#--/ art#alan becker#animator vs animation#animation vs minecraft#Minecraft bed#ava the dark lord#ava the chosen one#me when the project that obviously wasn't going to be done in one night isn't done in one night: D: !?!?!?!?#kudos to whoever routed the Speedrun actual short because that one is so fun and clean and savvy#clever made up time-savers? includes orange's TNT shield-jump?? nonlethal dragon dispatch??? sweet#ithink you can see where i tried to head with this#turns out that turning up the complexity 98 notches higher makes things trickier to parse hmmmmmm?#in fact i might need some help with this one ;>v>' like a lot.#i had a bit of a story and route set up already i just... wanted to make sure everything was at least kinda there...................#we'll see#the pie joke. i was trying to categorize which foodstuffs chosen should be able to make on the fly. with their flame hands.#ex. cooking meats makes sense because flint and steel works for the same purpose (you can kill a burning animal to get cooked meats)#but baking bread or drying kelp seems way more involved or whatever -> needs a proper furnace environment#HOWEVER... i noticed that Steve can just summon pumpkin pies from his bare hands if he wants to without even a workbench. so. sure! lol.#this is scraping the surface of the minutiae i want to consider#(ALSO KUDOS to everyone who RUNS/works on all-advancements. of course. riding on your shoulders here)#final joke is that chosen didn't know how crazy this undertaking would be to learn#but dark is very literally programmable. so you could maybe just plug some TAS instructions into him and off he goes#or even more open-ended than that just give him the list of advancements + stipulations + the wiki and similar result#it'd get done but. i dont think he'd find that fun at all. prefers to write his own instructions if you see what i mean#i might be forgetting some context. it is rather late you see. please ask me questions about this! ;P#tco aa
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pushing500 · 7 months ago
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Where did mechi get his mechlink?
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In my idea for his background, Mechi applied for a mechlink on his homeworld (one of the more developed urbworlds) and, after what probably felt like an achingly long period of review, was approved for it!
Probably the only person more excited about it than Mechi was his baby sister Yamka.
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Also, the description of mechlinks on the RimWorld wiki made me grimace at how uncomfortable it sounded. I bet Yamka had a ball teasing Mechi about it, and I'm sure he had one hell of a headache for a few days after it was first installed.
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paldogangsaan · 7 months ago
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ngl if they end the season with the battle of the gullet after wasting harry collet's time and talent by completely cutting out jacaerys' storyline and having him do nothing the entire season i'm gonna lose my mind i think
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littlemissmentallyunstable · 5 months ago
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Rohan Masterlist:
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rohan x reader
coming soon
rohan x savannah
coming soon
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barbieb0y · 4 months ago
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haha twirls hair ... would anyone be interested if i opened writing commissions? i'd set different prices for locals (malaysians lol) and non-locals bc even i get tired of getting shit for pricier than i should just bc inflation is a thing
i'll think of more details if people show interest but for now i can say i'll write original stuff and fanfiction. no smut or omegaverse. canon x readers and canon x canon both welcome
edit: completely forgor. actually showing my works
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sleepy-savz · 13 days ago
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Dancing In The Rain (Isafrin Fanfic)
[yeeeee so me and my gf @prism-empurress decided to open google docs and work on a fanfic together !! it's isafrin yay !! enjoy this tooth rotting fluff !!~]
(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ
It had just started to rain in Dormont, and Isabeau was trying to fight of sleep’s sweet embrace while working on an outfit for one of his commissioners. Siffrin on the other hand, going into the room and hummed a little bit, holding a cup of water, seeing Isabeau fighting in his sleep. “...Isa…?”
Isabeau shot up from his desk, whipping his head around like a dog whenever a treat is heard hitting the floor. “Hey, Sif!” He said, rubbing his eyes.Siffrin flinched at that, relaxing a little bit in response. “Uh..yeah…you were tossing around in your sleep, is…is everything okay?” they asked as they sat down on the edge of the bed, sipping the water from the cup. Isabeau grimaced, looking at his unfinished workload, then back at Siffrin. He scratched the back of his neck, “Yeah, I’m okay. I’m just trying to avoid sleeping during this weather.” Siffrin stared at the window, seeing the rain droplets hit the window. “..the rain?” they asked as they stared at the rain. “I haven’t touched rain in a long time-” he said shyly.
Smiling, still sleepily, Isabeau watched the rain coming down too. “It’s relaxing, watching it fall…but it makes me so tired.” Isabeau stretched, yawning. “Well…maybe you’d like to go out and touch the rain before it gets heavier?”
Siffrin looked up at Isabeau, blushing a little bit. “I mean…we could….the rain doesn't look too bad..I guess we should? o-only if you are really wanting too!” he said, burying their mouth in their cloak.
Isabeau chuckled, “I’d love to! Maybe feeling it on my face will wake me up a bit, too!” 
He grabbed a simple coat, threw it on, and reached for Siffrin’s hand.Siffrin shyly took Isabeau’s hand. “..let’s go-” They said, their faces were really warm, and kinda excited to go out in the rain with Isabeau.
The two of them ventured outdoors into the pouring rain, and Isabeau shuddered upon contact. “Change, it’s cold.” He shook his head, gripping Siffrin’s hand tighter. “Well, where did you wanna go?” Siffrin looked at Isabeau looking around in the rain. “..we can stay here if you wanna…maybe-” he goes to look down at his cloak, and he, gently, goes to take it off, putting it to the side. “There…it’s a bit weird without my cloak but ... .I wanna give it a try to..not wear my cloak??” 
Isabeau was surprised at this, a cloakless Siffrin? He picked up the cloak, folding it up and putting it inside of his coat pocket so it wouldn’t get any wetter. He chuckled, “If you wanted to, don’t let me stop you!” He gazed at the bleak sky, thick with clouds, and smiled, even as raindrops pelted his face and ran down his chin.Siffrin extended his gloved hand and saw the raindrops bounce off his hand. He then stared at Isabeau a little before holding his arm. “...Do you uh…wanna…dance? In the rain with me?” Siffrin asked, extending their hand to the taller buffer man. 
“Can’t say I’ve done that before!” Isabeau laughed, gladly taking Siffrin’s other hand into his. “You lead.” Siffrin leading??? That’s definitely something they can do, even though it wasn't for….traps or anything during their loops. “I can try- i mean, I lead before- when..you know-” he replied, going to take a deep breath in and out, going to take a step back and forth gently. “..uh..i think they call this..slow dancing??”
Isabeau followed, giggling like the giant dork he was, as he mimicked every step Siffrin did. “My heart is racing so much right now,” He admitted. “I have the heart of a delicate maiden, you know.” Siffrin playfully rolled his eye at the fighter, chuckling at the comment. “Yeah I definitely gotta be careful with your heart~” they teased, sticking their tongue out. “...spin me around?”
“Like…this?” Isabeau asked, carefully rotating Siffrin around, and let go of one hand temporarily.Siffrin lifted one foot and twirled,turning back to Isabeau and slowly resting his hands on his shoulders. “Let’s try this now…” you can uh…” they gently moved Isabeau’s hands down to his sides. “...i-is uh..this okay?” They asked Isabeau.
Isabeau stared at Siffrin all twinkly eyed, and nodded. “Mhm. This is okay!” As if his heart couldn’t race any faster. Siffrin was just so cute! And letting Isabeau touch him, hold him! He didn’t want to make any wrong moves with them, at all. He also didn’t want to squeal, out loud. Change, he would die on the spot, if he did.Siffrin smiled, knowing that this..was okay..at least, and then, he moved again but he rested his head on Isabeau’s chest feeling relaxed as they kept on dancing with him.
Isabeau never wanted this to end, even as he was getting drenched from the downpour and his body was getting colder. He nearly clung to Siffrin, leeching off their body heat. “This is so nice…we should dance more often!” He said, blushing. “Rain or no rain, I…I like this.”
Siffrin looked up at Isabeau. “Yeah?” they said, also getting drenched in the rain and also feeling a little bit cold. “...do you wanna head back inside?” They asked blushing, there was also something else they wanted to do with Isabeau when they went back inside to dry off.
“Going inside sounds great!” Isabeau nodded, “We could dance inside, too! Maybe with…music playing?” Siffrin nodded. “Yeah, let’s change out of these clothes too while are at it…something warm because ... .I think we are both cold…” he said laughing a little.
They returned indoors, and Isabeau took his coat off, returning Siffrin’s cloak to them. He peeled his soaked shirt off, sighing with relief. “Brrrgh!” He shuddered, shaking his head like a dog.Siffrin goes to laugh a little bit at that. …”oh, before i forget…” Siffrin looked at Isabeau. “I uh…Isabeau can you look at me…?”
Isabeau’s eyes focused on Siffrin’s form, and he gasped! “You must be colder than I am!” His brows furrowed with concern. But was that what Siffrin was referring to? Siffrin walked over to Isabeau and gently cupped his cheeks, staring deeply into his eyes and went to kiss him, closing his eye to enjoy the kiss. His body heated up automatically from the kiss. Isabeau gladly wrapped his arms around Siffrin’s body, holding him close and deepening the kiss. “Mmm,” He hummed, pressing himself further against Siffrin’s body.Siffrin pulled away after a good minute or so, his face extremely warm, using his soggy gloved hands to cover his face out of embarrassment. ‘Whydididothatwhydididothatwhydididothat‘whydididothat’ they thought to themselves whilst screaming internally.
“Sif, Sif.” Isabeau softly touched Siffrin’s head, “It’s okay. It was really nice. Please don’t hide from me…” Perhaps…Isabeau was too eager to kiss Siffrin back?
“Let’s get changed, okay?” He said, hoping he gave Siffrin some reassurance.
Siffrin looked up at Isabeau and felt his hand on his head, going to smile a little bit. “..yeah…i’d like that a lot….”
Isabeau led Siffrin to their bedroom, and shed his clothes completely. The clothes went into a laundry hamper, and Isabeau hummed as he pulled clean, dry clothes from his closet. Siffrin goes to be respectful and not stare at Isabeau, also putting on clothes on his side of the room. Putting on comfortable clothes, they went to lay down on the bed, hugging a pillow close to them.
Isabeau turned around, and climbed into bed too, yawning. “I guess it’s not a bad thing to get a little sleep during this weather…” He said. “But are you okay, Siffrin?” He reached a hand out to touch Siffrin’s shoulder, comfortingly. He didn’t want them to feel like they needed to hide anything from him, he pondered how he could verbalize that.Siffrin goes to look at Isabeau and give a gentle nod. “Yeah..I just ... .i'm being overdramatic….” he said, scooting near Isabeau actually, letting go of the pillow and wrapped his arms and legs around him instead.
Isabeau chuckled, pulling the thick blanket over the two of them so that they would be nice and warm. “Dancing was really nice, though. Let’s do it again sometime. Outside or inside!” He grinned. “Dancing in the rain was pretty refreshing, too.”
Siffrin nodded, admittedly they were a bit tired from dancing, so laying down with Isabeau was nice.. “..yeah, I think..I would like that…” he said softly as he gave another kiss to Isabeau but on the cheek. “...I love you Isa…”
Isabeau kissed Siffrin in return, on the forehead. “I love you too, Sif. Let’s get some good rest.” Soon enough, they both drifted off to dreamland. Siffrin in Isabeau’s arms, fully enveloped by warmth and love. And Isabeau with his heart so full it was fit to burst for having Siffrin in his arms. His heart was still racing, too.
Warmth, safety, love…and new things to try!
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yours-the-author · 3 months ago
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Happy Early Thanksgiving! Let's celebrate by watching Dave lose his mind for over a thousand words! It's the spirit of the season!
And, of course, we can't have an update without some new cover art, so here's what I made under the cut!
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That sky sure is blue! And that grass sure is green! And Dave's... there. Hooray! This was a fun one to draw, and a simple one, which is great for me! It's very succinct, too; right to the point. Anyway, have fun reading! I'll see you next Monday!
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starlightkun · 8 days ago
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savvy ❧ teaser
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❧ teaser word count: 822 | full fic: 12.2k ❧ warnings: cursing, they go kinda skinny dipping at one point (wearing underwear) ❧ genre: fluff, a little suggestive, modern magical creatures au, fantasy au, college au if you squint, summer camp au, dryad jaemin, human reader, camp counselors jaemin & reader, same universe as strawberry sunday ❧ extra info: this work is set in the same universe as strawberry sunday but can be read as a standalone! there is no continuing plotline between fics in this universe, they simply take place in the same world/magic system and may have overlapping characters (neos may pop up in more than one work!) ❧ estimated release: friday, february 14, 2025, 6:00 p.m. eastern time
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You knew you were getting closer to the river when you could hear running water, and the air around you started feeling less heavy and a lot fresher. The trail under your feet turned sandy as you finally emerged from the trees onto a shoreline by the river.
You immediately froze, though, not expecting to see somebody else at the riverside. It was a man pulling himself up out of the river onto a rocky formation. He was shirtless, his biceps, shoulders, and all other sorts of muscles flexing along with his motions. His eyes were closed as he shook his wet hair out, then pushed the damp locks back from his face with both of his hands. The sunlight made him look like he was glowing, every drop of water that ran down his body sparkling like a jewel, and you couldn’t make yourself look away.
He looked like he’d been sculpted by the gods. Which you supposed he had, or one in particular at least, you realized, as his eyes opened and settled on you as if he’d known you were there the whole time. They were the color of ferns, but shifted to a lighter mossy green under the dappling of the sunlight. Dryad. Son of Pan. Or so the legends go.
“Hi?” Despite his voice pitching up to make the greeting sound like a question, the wide, cocky smile on his face told you that he definitely knew that you’d been stood there ogling him for an embarrassing amount of time.
“Sorry!” You cringed at the sound of your own voice. “I didn’t realize there was anybody out here.”
The dryad started picking his way down the rocks towards you carefully, grabbing something off one of them as he went. A neon yellow shirt. When he finally dropped onto the ground a few feet in front of you, he gave the shirt a twist to wring out a few drops of water.
“I’m Jaemin,” he said, gripping the shirt even tighter and giving it another twist for good measure. You pretended like you didn’t notice the veins in his hands or the way his forearms tautened with the motion. He shook out the shirt to show you the logo on the front of it, a smiling evergreen tree that matched yours. “I’m also a counselor at Camp Pineleaf this year. We must’ve gone to different training sessions, huh? Anyway, I was walking the perimeter before the kids got here and I kind of—”
Jaemin stopped, a sheepish sort of look coming to his face as he ducked his head almost in embarrassment.
You looked around in confusion. “You what?”
“I fell in the river.”
“You fell in?” You stared at him. You couldn’t tell if he was messing with you or not. What kind of dryad—
“I know, what kind of dryad is falling in rivers?” He pulled the shirt on over his head, which you could now see he had cut the sleeves off of. “Aren’t we supposed to be connected to nature and all that? I still don’t know how it happened, one second I was just climbing the rocks and surveying the river, next thing I knew, I was in the river. Then you showed up.”
Clumsy dryad. That was a new one.
“I’m Y/N.” Introducing yourself was only fair since he’d already given you his name. “Seems like we’re head counselors of the Swallowtails this year, Jaemin.”
It was then that he seemed to notice the matching colors of your shirts, and his features lit up in recognition. “Hey, looks like it!”
You checked your watch. “We should be getting back, the kids are going to be arriving soon.”
“Right!”
“Besides, if I have to stay out here any longer, I’m going to pass out from heat exhaustion.” You groaned, pulling the front of your shirt off from where it had stuck to your skin, using it to fan yourself. “And there’s no way I’m dying out here and risking getting my ghost stuck in the middle of nowhere for forever instead of somewhere cool.”
Jaemin suddenly had a look of alarm on his face, and you looked around with an eyebrow raised.
“What? Something I said?”
“No, sorry, thought I heard something,” he shook his head. “It was just a vole. Lead the way.”
You hadn’t heard anything other than the usual forest sounds, but chalked it up to superior magic hearing, and started back on the trail to the main camp.
“So, why did you come out here, Y/N?”
“Same as you, walking the perimeter.”
“And… I’m sorry, I don’t want to be rude, but what are you?”
You looked at him curiously. “Can’t you tell? I’m a human.”
He blinked as if shaken from a trance. Then he offered you another heart-stopping smile. “Right, of course. Sorry about that. Must’ve hit my head when I fell in the river.”
“Must’ve…”
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I'm genuinely kind of surprised that no one has (to my knowledge) written a story set in the analog horror/creepypasta universe where the main characters are more or less career "game players" yet.
There are plenty of creepypastas and short stories where the MC decides to play a supernatural game in order to get something out of it provided that they win, and even a few where the MC goes back for seconds, but I have yet to come across a story where the MC makes it a point to consciously seek out these games on the regular.
I want to read/hear a story where the MC has been doing this for so long that they have an itemized list of strategies and cheat codes for each scenario that might crop up, I want the MC to be so good at what they do that their mere presence makes entities groan and roll their eyes, like it's a straight up "Devil Went Down to Georgia" situation where the entities have a gossip circle about the MC and whoever can finally make them fail will get a demonic/supernatural badge of honor for it.
How hell has this human won more than a dozen games in a row? Nobody can say.
Some of the entities running these games are starting to wonder if they're even human at all.
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fear-is-truth · 19 days ago
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BABE BABE BABE what are our thoughts on andrew garfield?????? specifically as spider man but LORD he’s fine oh my godddd im clinging to the walls foaming at the mouth i just watched him in the amazing spider man and ive consumed so many fics my brain is mush 😭😭
hmmm he’s my favourite spiderman, and i really liked him in the social network tho the main reason i watched was mark zuckerberg & the actor who played him jesse eisenberg
and yesss he’s pretty goddamn fine ☺️🤍
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Ugh gag. I'm sorry but Bryce is not worthy of being Queen of the Fae. Everytime a character comments/thinks something like "Bryce looked so regal, she looked like a Queen, she wound make a good Queen" ect. I cringe. It's so forced. It's definitely a case of telling, not showing.
If anyone at all was to be Queen/King of the Fae it should be Ruhn, who's kind and compassionate and actually cares about the Fae in a way Bryce never has
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eggtargaryenii · 4 months ago
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I don't think I'll keep this scene because I feel like I may be too much of a disservice to rhaenyra's character? but it is a really fucking funny dynamic lol
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