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[lekhakpravin]

What does it feel like at the top of Mount Everest? Best Climbing Experience

The most majestic mass of land on the planet, Everest stands tall as the highest mountain of the  world. A superlative is the only type of adjective one can use while describing this piece of land. With that being said, it has become one of the most extreme places on the planet to support life and that leads to a bare minimum number of people who have actually felt what it feels like at the top…

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[jenosbliss]

Hi, can I req for jaemin enemies to lovers with 4, 16 & 23?

pairing. fem!reader x enemy!jaemin | genre. fluff | wc. 2k | warnings. none

a/n. i’ve idea for a part 2 , will probably post it after sometime

‘Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.’ I once read in a book which I regretted reading afterwards but again in another book I read ‘Hating someone feels disturbingly similar to being in love with them.’ The book which goes by the name The Hating Game.

I would have loved that book if it wasn’t an enemies to lovers trope, the only form of romance I dislike the most. Enemies-to-lovers is something which could not exist in real life, you can never fall in love with your enemy, someone you hate from the bottom of your heart. At least I can’t with Na Jaemin .

Not that I want to fall in love with him —it’s even scarier than my worst nightmare— but even thinking about loving or liking that jerk makes me want to throw up.

Yes, you can also say that it’s all just in my head how my friends remind me everyday and who so happily enjoy watching our bickering, our death glares at each other, our hatred for each other. They are living in the daily soap they spend hours watching because only both of us can see the anger and hatred dripping from our eyes.

Even friendship can’t exist between us, jokes on me to even think of friendship when we can’t stand each other if we are in the same room, as snarky comments and death glares fly across the room. No one can stand us together to be honest.

Why do I hate him? I don’t know when my hatred for him even started, maybe it was hate at first sight. Such a self-absorbed, cocksure, smug, stubborn jerk he is. The way he walks, the way he talks, the way he smiles, the way he looks —he’s handsome almost like a Greek God, but I’m not going to accept it— just his whole existence pisses me off. Also not like he ever gave me a reason to change the way I felt for him cause he reciprocates my feelings, if not more.

“I’m not sharing the room with him.” Trying my best to tone my voice down I yelled at my friend who was allotting the rooms. “Y/n try to understand please, we don’t have any more rooms left.” She pleaded, pulling me inside her room.

When my friends asked me if I wanted to be a part of this two-day holiday to the beach, never had I imagined that when I would enter the room of the hotel we’re staying for the weekend I would find him sprawled –like a starfish– on the bed, the bed I was supposed to spend the night peacefully on!

“But you know I can’t stand him even for a second! No, change his room.” huffing, I crossed my arms around my chest. “But all the other rooms are occupied y/n, you came late so…” she trailed off, fueling my anger even more. “I didn’t turn up late on purpose! I had informed you beforehand that I’ll be late!” Looking behind her I saw a figure coming out of the bathroom.

“Maybe your boyfriend, who happens to be his friend” rolling my eyes I continued “can switch the room with me?” That’s the most I can give in, I’m ready to switch the rooms which should’ve been him instead. “C’mon Y/N! I understand the tension between you two is as high as Mount Everest…” gasping dramatically I passed her an offensive look, there was no tension between us, it was just hate.

Ignoring me she continued “… but everyone has needs and I have a life too, I want to spend some time with my boyfriend. So will you please let us? It’s just a matter of tonight. We’ll sort something out tomorrow. It's already past 2, go sleep.” Even before she finished her short monologue I was pushed out of the room with a large wooden door slammed shut in my face.

Was she for real? If she planned this whole trip just to fuck her boyfriend she didn’t have to ask me! Why make my already not so good life even worse? Stomping my way aggressively to the room I grabbed my head in frustration.

“It’s just for a night, you can do it y/n. Calm down. Relax.” Taking a deep breath I tried to prepare myself, “Or you always have a second option if things go out of your hands, killing” A little voice inside my head said. It’s not like this voice has appeared for the first time. Last week when he “accidentally” spilled his iced tea on me, I was about to throw the chair I was sitting on his face. This voice appeared that time too. “I don’t wanna go to jail because of such a useless human.” I thought.

“You know it’s better to sleep than making plans to kill me and I’m not useless.” The door opened to reveal him with an utterly idiotic smirk. Can he read minds too? Okay I’m in trouble then, no I didn’t think anything for which you should smirk too but all my plans of tricking him will be known.

“Are you a stalker or what?” Pushing him away I entered the room, which was supposed to be mine. “No darling, your footsteps can be heard around ten miles from here. I just happen to have great hearing skills.” He whispered the last part.

I could have replied, I could have continued this which would soon turn into bickering but I was too tired for that, I just wanted to sleep peacefully, ironically peace and Na Jaemin don’t come together. So let me change my statement, I just wanted to sleep at any cost.

“Here, take the pillow, sleep on the couch.” Throwing the fluffy white material filled with soft feathers at him, I started unpacking my bag to take out my night clothes. “And why should I listen to you?” He plopped down on the bed, stretching out. “Jaemin, right now I’m not in the mood to argue.” Raising my hand, I shook my head.

“Neither am I, but I’m as stubborn as you. Which means I am not sleeping on the couch.” Closing my bag I faced him, as stubborn as me? It’s not a good start, it can never be with him. “Why are you like this?” Scowling, I moved to the bathroom. “Why are you like this?” He mimicked. God, save this guy from me.

Coming back to the room after changing my clothes I saw him still lying on the bed, scrolling through his phone. Rolling my eyes out of annoyance I walked up to my side of the bed and started putting the spare pillows and cushions between us. “Is this really necessary?” Sparing a glance at what I was doing he asked.

“Very much necessary, I don’t want to wake up with your limbs around me in the morning.” Even the thought of it disgusted me. “But this is eating up too much space.” He complained. “Better than you eating me-” Realising how wrong that must have sounded I looked at him, who had that mischievous smirk which made me furious. “That one sounds better.” He lied back down.

“Shut that mouth of yours and sleep.” Switching off the lights I faced the other direction. “It's hot when you talk back, princess.” He teased, I hate these nicknames so much!

I shouldn’t have come on this trip, everything about it was wrong. First, sharing the room with Jaemin , almost fighting with my friend and the worst of all coming even though I twisted my ankle –the sole reason I was late– to the hotel. My left ankle felt as if someone was slowly cutting it off with a sharp axe, it’s so painful!

Groaning, I shifted to the other side, trying to get in a comfortable position to fall asleep, forgetting about the man next to me. “Are you uncomfortable?” A husky voice made my eyes shoot open to find the sleepy ones of Jaemin already on me. “What do you expect when you’re lying next to me?” Scoffing, he shifted closer much to my dismay.

“Look I know your ankle hurts cause Junhee told me you’re at the hospital getting your ankle treated so don’t try to pull up an act.” Taken aback by his interest in me –I know she’ll never tell him about my whereabouts until he asks– I questioned further. “Why did you ask her about me?” How dumb of me to raise an eyebrow as if he would see it.

For the first time in the three years I have known him he stuttered when talking to me, was he that taken aback by my question? Omg y/n don’t forget to write it in your diary. “H-huh? I- I…” he cleared his throat “I thought I was using this room alone when Junhee came and asked if you could stay in this room too as you were late and there weren’t any spare rooms left… so I asked why you were late…” this sounds convincing, not very much but it does.

“Oooh. By the way, what about your girlfriend? Shouldn’t you be on this trip with her and the one you should be sharing the room with?” I smirked. My eyes were begging me to sleep but my brain forced me to put up this question. “We broke up a year ago.” He deadpanned as I facepalmed myself mentally. What a stupid question!

“So you haven’t dated for a year?” I gasped genuinely shocked. “Yes.” Wait really, the OH SO GODLY Jaemin hasn’t dated anyone FOR A YEAR!! “Not even a fling?” I was about to get up but the stinging pain in my ankle pulled me back. “You own my heart” he said, was it my heart skipping a beat? No y/n don’t be fooled by him! “C’mon tell me.” Slapping lightly on his arm I whined.“No. Not even a fling.” He repeated. “Woah, wow! I mean it’s surprising.” It was surprising, at least to me. “Is it? Because I thought you knew the girl very well I’m interested in so I don’t think it should surprise you.” He whispered. Wait what?

Leaning his head on his elbow he stared in my eyes, even though it was dark –nothing could be seen as there was very little light coming from the curtained window– but his eyes shone in this darkness, as if they were the only source of light in this dark room, as if they are the most beautiful pair of eyes to ever exist, as if I could stare at them forever, as if I could drown in th-

‘What the hell are you thinking y/n!? You hate him, you can’t like him! He’s your enemy’ the same voice from before alarmed me, it was right, he’s my enemy…

“Did you take painkillers?” He questioned, eyes not leaving mine. “Yes, after dinner I did.” Neither did I break the gaze. “Then we can try this.” With this said he stood up, took two pillows –which were used to limit our respective bed spaces ‘by me’– and placed one of the pillows under my leg which had been aching and the other beside it as if securing my ankle.

“I hope it’s better than before.” His eyes creased, hinting the smile on his lips. “It is, thank you.” mumbling, I closed my eyes shut not wanting to let my thoughts move freely. ``Sleep y/n, you just need to sleep.’

“Sleep well y/n and don’t worry I won’t throw my limbs on top of you.” the mattress next to me dipped inwards, he had lied down, probably facing the other side I hope. Opening my eyes I looked at his face, so close to me… I really hate this guy.

I hate him because firstly he didn’t face the other side, secondly he made me feel all these weird things for him and thirdly, he didn’t keep his promise. After he had fallen asleep and probably I was too I felt his arms curling around my torso as he shifted closer to me.

I even heard him mumbling something along the lines of "It's time to stop lying to ourselves." Maybe I was dreaming, maybe not but I couldn’t care less right now because he felt warm, and I liked that warmth. Maybe he isn’t that bad, maybe I shouldn’t hate him this much.

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[wambsgansshoelaces]

Hi there! How are you doing? I just recently found your account and LOVE it! Thank you for sharing all your stories! I particularly loved the head cannons for clingy Roman and comforting Roman!

After reading the comforting Roman one, I had an idea for some more head cannons or a story (truly whichever you prefer if you want to write this idea). But maybe something along the lines of standing up to Logan somehow and defending Roman? Seeing him so hurt and vulnerable because of what his father said broke my heart and I definitely think he needs someone in his corner, privately and publicly!

Thank you so much if you do write something around this idea, but please don’t feel pressured to if it doesn’t spark any ideas. I hope you have a fabulous day/night! 💛

In My Corner

Roman Roy x Reader

Oneshot

this is literally the sweetest request I’ve ever gotten so it went to the top of my priority list. I’m doing okay, thank you so much for asking!! I hope you’re amazing <3 you don’t understand how much it means to me that you enjoy what I write and that you love it!!! it makes me so happy!!! any request or idea you have, I promise, will give me ideas. I’m so grateful I have people like you enjoying and reading my work!! It’s one in the morning for me, so I’m sorry I can’t make it longer… but enjoy! I love you rita, thank you for requesting xx

also just a general psa, if there’s never any specific pronoun/reader gender detail in the request, I’ll default to fem/female unless I can access your profile, to which then I’ll just use the requester’s pronouns/gender. enjoy!

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Married life was all you could’ve ever dreamed it would be. It was more.

Roman had surprised you with how quickly he’d committed to you and you solely. He’d told you, the night of your wedding, he knew you were it for him from your first official date. That even if you dumped him, hated him, threw him out, he’d be yours. He’d never remarry, he’d never even look at another woman.

You’re the only thing that brings light to his life. You radiate warmth into him. Being around you is being by a fire in the dead of winter up on Mount Everest. In quiet conversations in the middle of the night, the two of you tangled together in bed, he’d admitted he’d kill for you. Lie for you, commit crime for you, it was all the same to him. You are what brings meaning to his life. You’re an absolute in his world of probabilities. His anchor, his rock, the love of his fucking life.

Neither of you ever take off your rings. You’d both made sure to get metals that wouldn’t rust with water and had high durability just so you were never without them. If Roman was a shell of a man before he’d met you, he’s a god now.

Late nights at the office, he has a thing of chocolate for you clutched in his hands as an apology. Untoward women flirting with him despite his very obvious marriage (he endlessly speaks of you to anyone and everyone), his hand is on your hip, his lips on yours. You’re sick? He’s taken the day off to stay with you so you’re not suffering on your own.

On the off chance you both have days off and the energy, you’re out and about. Arcades, carnivals, anything so he can see you laughing and smiling and so fucking glowy. If you’re happy, he’s happy. You’re the most important thing in his life. In between your occasional excursions, he’s Googling how to beat carnival games, he’s practicing Flappy Bird, just so that when you do go out, and your eyes catch on a particularly cute plushie, he can get it for you and watch your face light up and feel the universe grace him with heaven.

If there was anything that came with being married that you didn’t like, it was his family. Maybe not Kendall, nor Shiv. Both were kind to you, and Connor didn’t come round anymore. You couldn’t blame him.

Roman’s your husband. You know him, you know what upsets him. And nine times out of ten, when he’s crying, it’s because of his father.

Usually so bubbly and relaxed, when he was upset, he was upset. He was unable to function. He ran to you like a moth drawn to light. He’d gone so long not knowing how to cope; you were only just now helping him learn how.

“Roman, where’s that cream sweater of yours?” you call out to him. He was washing his face in the bathroom, the two of you getting ready for dinner with his family. Waystar shenanigans, as he’d put it. But you knew that truthfully, it was deeper than that. More terse.

“Hell if I know,” he calls back.

“Then what’re you going to wear?”

“No clue.”

You tsk, instead crossing over to your side of the closet to pick out an outfit. “Just no weird color combinations, for fuck’s sake.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” he says, not bothered, strolling into the closet. He pinches the small of your back as he slides past you, going to look through his clothing. “What color are you wearing?”

“It’s going to be really cold, so I was thinking cable knit. Or should I just wear a turtleneck and slap a jacket over it?” You hold both options up, turning to face him. This was routine for you both. Strangely enough, he loved matching with you, and you both regularly help each other dress.

“You’re already shivering. Wear the sweater.” He comes to you, plants a kiss on your lips, then turns back and tugs his shirt off over his head. He manages to find another sweater, slipping it on. It’s the same color as yours, and even though he’s done this countless times before, your heart warms. Once you’re both ready, you’re in the car that was sent for you. You grip the bridge of your nose with your fingers, taking a deep breath as the car gently jostles you as you’re driven. Roman scoots over in the back seat, where you both are, so that your sides are pressed together. His hand slides over your thigh, rubbing gently. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you say truthfully, dropping your hand and looking over at him. You smile, meeting his eyes. You adore him. It’s evident in your gaze, and it’s mirrored in his. “Just bracing myself.”

He leans over, kissing your cheek.

Roman grips your hand tightly as you go up in the elevator.

You stick a fake smile on your face and step out into the light to greet Marcia. She air kisses both your cheeks, then Roman’s, greeting you both. You both make your rounds, hugging, kissing cheeks. You pretend to steal Iverson’s nose, to his delight, and he runs to his father, tattling on you with a massive grin on his face. Kendall just smiles at the both of you, the exhaustion slightly lifting from his features.

You go say hello to Greg, who’s happy to see you. Out of all the Roys, save for your husband, Greg’s the one you got on with the most. You were both in the same situation. You were both considered outsiders, yet still apart of the inner circle, still concerned with all the plotting and scheming and drama.

He gives you a hug, and you duly note that Roman’s being taken aside by his dad. You turn your attention back to Greg, making sure to keep an ear strained for anything that might go wrong. You chat idly for a bit, and you get the sense that everyone in the room is doing the same thing you are. You can feel the tension slowly spreading. Something’s wrong. And if it’s not, it will be very soon.

It doesn’t take very long.

Logan’s voice is booming through the townhouse, and everyone gathered quickly silences.

“What do you fucking want me to do, then, Roman? Roll over and let you fuck me?”

You and Greg wince in unison. “Are they still arguing over whether they should sell?” he asks you quietly. Frown starting on your face, you nod.

Waystar wasn’t the only company the Roys had control over. There were conglomerates on conglomerates of other companies, the most problematic of the bunch causing massive monetary issues- among others. It was an ethical disaster, and the lawsuits were beginning to pile up on top of each other.

While the general consensus was that the company should be sold, and quickly, Logan was stuck in his ways and took it as personal offence. Specifically with Roman. You couldn’t even begin to make up some lame reason as to why. They’d gotten into countless arguments over it, Roman doing his best to convince his father that if this one company went down, it was going to take a lot down with it.

You give Kendall a look, and he pushes himself up from his seat on the sofa and follows the direction of their voices. Shiv follows shortly after.

At dinner, everyone is white knuckling their silverware. Under the table, you let your leg press up against Roman’s. His entire body’s taut, and he’s staring down into his plate. You eat silently, the chatter around you awkward. You and Shiv murmur to each other about a new restaurant opening up down the street, making unofficial plans to go together when you could.

Of course, the moment you’re feeling at ease again, Logan decides to ruin it.

“Roman, you want to tell the table how willing you are to stab your own father in the back? We can’t just not talk about it.” He chews before speaking again, voice ringing. “Don’t you think your wife ought to keep her eyes open?”

You bite down a retort, Roman bristling. “Come on, Dad. Don’t bring her into this.”

You’re silently hoping that Shiv, Kendall, anyone steps in. Points out how wrong this is. How hypocritical, just how fucking ridiculous it all is.

“You know what, Romulus? I’ve let you do as you please for far too long.” You look up from your plate, on the brink of shock. You just can’t fathom the idiocy. “It’s time the world knew that you’re a cheat, you’re a liar, and you’re fucking rotten to the core. It’s time you stopped showing your face around here, like your brother.”

Your husband opens his mouth, then closes it, flabbergasted. You can see the tears rushing to his tear ducts, you can practically feel the tightening in his chest.

That’s it. You can’t. You can’t fucking handle this anymore. You get up abruptly, your chair making a garish, grating noise against the marble floor. “He’s right. We shouldn’t come here anymore,” you say, voice steady and clear. Your voice is raised, your tone firm. “It’s time we left, Roman."

Logan drops his utensils, the silver clattering against the table. “What’s the hurry? At least finish up with dinner.”

The heat immediately rushes to your face, and you can’t suppress the anger anymore. “Are you fucking senile?” you yell, Roman quietly getting up to stand beside you. “Enough is enough. Stupid fucking Pyros and it’s stupid fucking issues! You run it like a prison, your profit is nonexistent, and it’s being sued by every law firm under the sun. There’s a right decision you can make, but your head is too far up your ass for you to even see it. Go ahead, let shit hit the fan! Let the entire fucking family fortune get snatched away from you because of one measly company! And by all means, bully Roman over it, despite the fucking fact that every single person in this room agrees with what we’re saying.” You’re the one bristling now, the words spilling out of your mouth. “We’re not coming back. I’m going to the press first thing in the morning. You’ve been doing too much for too long. You’re nothing more than a piece of shit, Logan. You wouldn’t know a good son if he fucking punched you. Fuck off. You don’t deserve someone like Roman.”

Roman’s out the door before you are. Face still flushed and adrenaline still pumping through your veins, Roman helps you into your coat, you grab your purse, and you’re out in the chilly New York air, waving your arm for a taxi.

The ride home is silent, his head leaning on your shoulder.

Back at home, you kick off your shoes at the door, your stomach still in knots. “I’m sorry,” you manage, watching him shuck his jacket off and toss it into the coat closet. “I should’ve… I should’ve kept my temper in control.”

“Sorry? Sorry for what?” He comes over to you, his hands going to cup your hips and pull you close to him. “You’re the only one that’s been in my corner. Ever. My entire fucking life. You deserve a fucking medal.”

You kiss him gently, quickly. “It just made me angry.”

“I’m going to quit,” he tells you lowly, hand coming up to your jaw. He strokes your bottom lip as he gazes at you. “I’m going to quit and we’re going to run off to whatever place is the farthest from here.”

You steal another kiss from him before responding. “Let me ruin his fucking life first, okay? Pretty please?”

He laughs, pulling you into a hug. “Oh, only since you asked so nicely.”

You’re both giggling as you collapse on the couch together, the dinner already forgotten. That’s how you know he was meant for you. Nothing mattered but him. The world could be burning around you, and Roman Roy could be smiling, and everything’d be fine because he was happy. That meant all was right in the world.

You cuddle up to him, his arm coming to drape over your shoulders. You hook your arms around his waist, tucking your face into his chest.

“You know,” he begins, “with corners and stuff, that’d make you a boxer. Or a wrestler.”

“Wasn’t that your analogy?” you ask, laughing lightly.

“Well, yeah. Doesn’t stop you from being a fuckin’ champion.” His voice wavers, the way it does when he’s on the brink of sleep.

“Fucking cheese ball. Go to bed.”

You both share a long, loud, laugh. It’s far too late at night for this. Apparently, his father was fucking nocturnal and only had meals past ten.

“You know you love it. You love me,” he murmurs groggily, barely still clinging on to consciousness.

“Yeah. I do.”

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[mrwavellswaps]

The Hike

After about an hour or so of hiking, Adam had reached the foot of Mount Servus Masculus. He stared up at the mountain with a confident grin. “This is gonna be easy. I’ve got no idea what the hell those local’s were talking about.” He spouted. Over the years Adam had climbed numerous mountains both tall and dangerous, snowy and windy. He’d traveled all over the world climbing different mountains and one day he even planned on getting to the peak of Everest! Compared to that and most other mountains he’d done recently, this ‘Mount Servus Masculus’ seemed like child’s play. Looking at it from where he was, he figured he’d be up and down it in no time. Yet for some reason none of the locals would dare go near the mountain let alone climb it. Apparently there was some strange superstition around it. Adam didn’t give it the time of day though. It was just your typical ‘Oooooh anyone that tried to climb it was never been seen again’ mumbo jumbo. He’d heard it all before. It didn’t scare him then and it wouldn’t scare him now.

The confident hiker took a swig of water from his bottle before beginning his journey up the mountain. He followed along what looked to be a very old and overgrown path through the trees that covered the lower half of the mountain. Due to this it wasn’t long before he pulled out his machete and started hacking through the thick brush blocking his path. All the while he could hear birds and insects chirping around him in a song-like manner. It was kind of beautiful actually.

Adam pressed on until the path finally started to open up a little more, allowing his trusty machete to have a break. This also gave him a better chance to admire the scenery of the mountain forest and once again he couldn’t think for life of him why everyone was so afraid of it. Everything was so lush and vibrant. The grass was so very green and the plants growing around the trees were an array of so many different colours. And the way the wind gently whistled through the air… it was so enchanting. It almost made him wish he lived here.

Before he found himself reaching the edge of lower forest and entering a more rocky terrain. He could tell there were more trees high up but he’d need to climb a little before getting there. Even as he escaped the beauty of the forest however, the wind continued to blow around him in a strange manner. Whistling even clearer now in a way that could almost be described as a song of nature. He was so encapsulated by the sound that he’d failed to notice how his previously well fitted and even a little baggy clothes had begun to feel much tighter.

The path had become much clearer now with a winding trail that gradually led Adam further up the mountain. As he wandered up the trail, it felt as though an invisible hand was tugging him along. Encouraging him to keep walking. Encouraging him to reach the top of the mountain because doing so would make him feel oh so good. Encouraging him to take off his backpack and leave it on the side of the trail next to all the other backpacks. Encouraging him to slip off his waterproof coat because it’s far too warm for that…

At some point he found himself looking down to see he’d taken off not only his coat but also the jacket underneath, leaving him in just a tight black t-shirt. He should’ve been freezing cold and yet the wind swirling around him was so warm and relaxing. His sleeves were starting to ride up his growing biceps while his pecs plumped up considerably with muscle. The rational part of his brain was screaming at him that this wasn’t normal but the whispers of wind only told him to keep walking. To keep climbing. To keep growing. And he listened.

With every step he took, Adam’s muscles pulsed. Bulking up ever so slightly with each passing second. His whole body growing thicker and stronger until the winder whispered at him again. Telling him to rip off his shirt. “Ggrrrahhh!” Adam let out deep roar as he tore the t-shirt wide open before throwing the remains of the ground with a grunt and continuing his ascent.

He didn’t know when it’d happened but at some point he’d also taken off his boots and socks. Leaving him walking along the mountain trail barefoot. Now all that was left was a threateningly tight pair of trousers and underwear. But soon enough, as he reached what looked like an old bridge that stretched over a creek, Adam found himself compelled once again to strip just as the song of the mountain winds commanded. Kicking off his trousers at last before crossing the other side of the bridge in nothing but a tight pair of blue underwear.

Eventually Adam found himself face to face with a wall of boulders. It didn’t seem as though the trail continued any other way around it which could only mean that his one option was to climb. And climb he did. Making sure to get a good grip with both his hands and feet on each sturdy piece of rock before pushing himself higher.

Once again part of his rational mind screamed at him, saying that doing this without any of his gear whatsoever was extremely dangerous but deep down he knew the warm comforting winds swirling around him at all times would keep him safe. And so he shook off any silly thoughts before continuing to climb. Feeling the wind around him grow stronger the higher he went.

Soon enough he found himself reaching the top of the wall of rock. As he did Adam turned and looked towards the Sun in the distance, shining bright upon the land below as he smiled. “Be free” the wind whispered to him softly. Then without a second thought he reached down and yanked his underwear off before tossing them off the ledge and watching as they blew away, almost symbolic of how the last of his free will was about to be drained…

And yet all of a sudden Adam felt the strange wind that’d been controlling him somehow disperse in an instant as the hiker was immediately hit with a wave of clarity. “W-what the fuck am I doing and- My body!? What happened to me!?” Adam screamed in confusion as he cock flopped between his legs, confused not only as to why the hell he’d undressed himself but also to how the fuck he’d gotten so buff! His arms were so thick and powerful with muscle that bulged with every movement. His back and shoulders had broadened significantly and his chest had grown some decent muscle tits with an incredibly sensitive pair of nipples to match. It was insane! Even his ass had grown into a huge muscular bubble butt now! And as crazy as it all was, he couldn’t help but stop and admire his new and improved body.

His admiration of his newly sculpted body was soon cut short however as the wind rushed back in an instant, sending Adam straight back into trance even deeper than before. This time it felt as though an invisible pair of lips had wrapped themselves around his cock and were sucking on it gently as they guided him slowly towards an opening in another forest higher up the mountain. Almost like he was being tugged along by his cock while being sucked off. Of course the enchanted Adam didn’t question this one bit as he allowed his dick to lead the way while failing to notice how, despite being fully hard, it still seemed to be growing longer and thicker somehow.

Unlike when he’d made his way through the forest lower down the mountain, this time a clear pathway made itself visible. Leaves and branches actively moving out of Adam’s way without him having to lift a finger as if they were alive. Now allowing him easy entry to continue ascending until he reached wherever the wind was taking him.

After about an hour of walking and having his now monster dick edged constantly the whole way, Adam finally reached an opening in the forest. He’d reached the peak it seemed and what he saw was something nobody would’ve believed had they not seen it with their own eyes. There was an entire campsite of hunky naked men! Some of them were simply lying around, displaying their bodies, others were actively flexing and admiring themselves while other were straight up fucking each other raw and filling one another’s holes with thick cum. Normally this would be enough to have Adam running for the hills but the wind reassured him that this was all normal. That he belonged here now. He silently complied before walking into the testosterone filled camp, his hard sensitive cock bobbing up and down with every step.

“Ah there you are. Adam is it?” Called a somewhat familiar voice. Adam turned his head to see a man sitting on what looked to be some kind of throne. He was a naked hunk just like all the other men. Huge, hairy and muscled with dark hair and a big bushy beard the seemed surprisingly well kept despite him living up on a mountain it seemed. He was currently being worshipped by two other thick meatheads as well. One of which was even hairier than he was with a coating a blonde fur covering his large body while the other one was a handsome ginger that seemed much less hairy however he more than made up for it with his enormous ass! And of course both men also had nice thick beards which seemed to be a running theme in this camp. Hell even Adam’s own beard had grown thicker and longer on his journey. “I was wondering how long it would take you to get here. It’s been about a year since we’ve had any fresh meat.” He continued. That’s when it hit Adam. This man. It was him. The whole time. The voice whispering in his ear. The wind telling him what to do and think. It was all him! “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll feel right at home around here soon enough.”

Every ounce of what was left of Adam’s free will was screaming out in distress. Telling him to get away as fast as possible. Yet his body wouldn’t move. Only continuing to stand before this king of hunks with the fattest hard on. Unfortunately for Adam however, this man wasn’t a king but rather a powerful wizard and as such was able to hear those inner thoughts his new recruit was having.

“Oh? You’re still resisting?” The man said as if it were comical. “Boys. Drain him dry.” He commanded and just like that the two men that’d been worshipping him turned to face Adam with lustful grins on their faces before immediately getting to work. Kissing, licking and groping each and every part of Adam’s body while they teased him with theirs. He tried to resist as much as he could but when the ginger one started waving his giant fat muscle ass in front of Adam, basically pressing it against the throbbing cock, he just couldn't stop himself from slamming his cock inside!

“That’s it boy! Drain those balls and your free will along with em!” The wizard shouted and with all the edging Adam had already received, that encouragement was all he needed. Moments later Adam let out an almost animalistic roar as he blew the fattest load of his life inside the other hunk’s tight hole while simultaneously submitting to this hunky wizard. Any will of his own was now completely erased and replaced with nothing but thoughts of muscular men, dicks and ass. Along with his free will he also shot out a big chunk of his intelligence as well, dumbing him right down until he was cursed to be a horny himbo on top of this mountain for the rest of his life. Breeding and being bred to no end as that was his purpose now.

“Incredible work you two!” Adam’s new master praised the two men that’d made him bust and submit. “Now how about you both go and show our new friend around the camp huh? I’m sure everyone is excited to get to know him better and I bet Adam is just excited to meet everyone else, isn’t that right Adam?” He asked with a smirk.

Adam simply gave the wizard a dumb smile before replying. “Yes sir. I can’t wait.” And with that the two men interlocked their arms with Adam’s and led him off to meet all the other horny men in the camp of whom he’d be getting to know very well, very soon. The Wizard couldn’t help but grin maliciously as he watched his newest member begin integrating into the small society he’d created. He couldn’t help but wonder how this new recruit would fair in the upcoming tournament he planned to hold on which man was going to be his next host. After all it’d been over a year since the last so it was about time he switch things up again…

To be continued?…

#magic #male muscle growth #musclegrowth #male transformation #jock #permanent #male hypno #dumbing down

[universalitgirlsblog2]

💖🌷👛HOT GIRL ERA💖🌷👛

💖As a hot girl , I'm selflessly selfish & always put myself first . I'm always mentally stable .I always know what to say & how to deal with bullies and toxic people . I know how to build boundaries and be firm with them I don't overshare with people if they are fake or toxic . I can easily judge people , whether they are a red flag or green flag . I'm bound to be good at everything . I don't settle for less and don't allow others to mistreat me .Its privilege to be my friend or boyfriend. its privilege to be in my life . If you mistreat or take me for granted , I won't take a second to kick you out of my life and make you regret it .I always take care of myself mentally , spiritually, emotionally and physically and I always believe in myself no matter what.I have so much confidence, self love and a great self concept and no one or no circumstance can take that away from me. I don't allow others to let me question my self worth . I always practice self control and discipline .I always surround myself with people who have winner mentality and people who respect & cherish me . I receive princess treatment 24/7 , not just by my adorable SP but by everyone. It's considered a crime to mistreat me. Everyone knows how I deserve to get treated like a princess 👸 As a hot girl , I have healed from all bad past experiences. I always make that are best for me and will benefit me .I always keep myself clean and well groomed .

🌷As a hot girl , I'm the main character of my life . THE REAL Y/N .I know that I create my own reality and I'm a true blessing to this world .I'm aware of the fact that it's my world and everyone else is just living in it . I have immense amount of self respect , self love which makes others love & respect me as well. I'm an ICON & I set the standards as hight as Mount Everest . I am suffering from Princess sickness where I feel happy & proud of myself & always get princess treatment 24/7, 365 days . I never chase anyone coz other are always chasing me LOL. I thrive in every aspect of my life & I have a perfect concept of myself & everything ( life , love , relationships, academic & prodigy ). I really love myself. My standards are as high as Mount Everest . My life revolves around me and me only . I always accept help & help myself & don't block my own opportunities & blessings . All eyes are always on me even if I'm in my pajamas& my confidence and energy is immaculate. People can't do anything but be near me . I don't attach myself to any thing , people or places. I define me , I don't want others to decide who I am , I decide that for myself.

👛As a hot girl , I'm AUTHENTIC, I say what I mean & I mean what I say . I have the APHRODITE energy . Me > Everything . I don't need others to validate my self worth. I am in my feminine energy ( less chasing, more attracting ) . I don't seek others validation or permission , I do what I want . I'm valuable to myself. Anyone who doesn't find me hot gets cancelled. I'm God's favourite & blessed. My charm is out of this word .

#Spotify #affirmations #law of assumption #neville goddard #self concept #master manifestor #loa #affirm and persist #self concept affirmations #assume and persist #it girl #void journal #void state #void #persist and affirm #persistence #loa affirmations #affirm your life #affirm daily #affirmdaily #affirmyourlife #self concept icons #self love #self care #hot girl era #wonyoungism #wonyoung #song jia #law of attraction #law of abundance

[homicidal-slvt]

COD Incorrect Quotes

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Ghost: I need to be medicated.

Gaz: For what?

Ghost: Everything.

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König: Do you seriously have zero self preservation instincts?!?

Y/N: Nope. I see Human Mount Everest and I must climb it.

König: ......

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Soap: That's it. I'm never letting you anywhere near explosives ever again.

Y/N, covered in burns: What??? Why???

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Y/N: Seriously- what the fuck happened to you as a baby? Did your mom beat your head against a table?

Graves: .... I just said good mornin'.

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Price: I'm a bit disappointed. I expected more out of you.

Y/N: Now why in the world would you ever have high expectations when it comes to me? Truly that's on you.

Price: ....

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Y/N: Hey, Kate-

Laswell, chugging coffee: I'm not ready for your bullshit please-

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Alex: I know how to flirt.

*Farah walks in*

Alex, silently and intently staring from afar: ....

Farah: ..... Hey.

Alex, nearly exploding: Hi.

*Farah walks out*

Y/N: Oh yeah. A straight up pro.

Alex: Shut up.

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Rudy, panicking: Guys. How do I tell Alejandro I like him.

Alejandro, standing right there: You like me?

*Rudy screams*

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Valeria: I didn't come this far just to fall in love with an idiot.

Y/N, dancing weirdly in the kitchen: WOOO!!!

Valeria: God damn it.

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Nikolai: You expect me to believe that you were looking for something you lost?

Y/N, stuck under his bed: .... Please just help me.

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#cod incorrect quotes #call of duty incorrect quotes #cod #call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon 'ghost' riley #kyle gaz garrick #kyle 'gaz' garrick #kyle garrick #captain price #captain john price #john price #john soap mactavish #john 'soap' mactavish #john mactavish #könig #kate laswell #phillip graves #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #alex keller #farah karim #valeria garza #nikolai cod #vee's cod works #gaz #ghost #price #soap

[livwritesstuff]

I love steddie doing all these TikTok trends and having the kids just be general gremlins about trends I need more!!!!

ask and you shall receive, my friend

okay the exxon mobile trend on tiktok is literally everything. for those who haven't seen it - you basically call a loved one and tell them you got a job doing underwater welding for exxon mobile and listen to whoever you called flip out because that job is basically a guaranteed early death sentence. it's usually girls calling their dads and their reactions are so delightful.

Obviously, Hazel sees this trend and has to try it. Problem is - she's seventeen, in high school, lives at home, and isn't in the market for a job. Steve and Eddie would immediately see through her BS in a second.

She asks Moe and Robbie if one of them wants to try. They decide amongst themselves that Robbie should do it because she is actively looking for a job at the time, and Moe films Robbie as she makes the call.

Eddie, picking up the phone: Hello Robert.

Robbie: So you know how you're forcing me to get a job if I want to stay in New York over the summer?

Eddie: Don't love your choice in words there, but yes.

Steve: You got a lead?

Robbie: Yeah, actually. Have you heard of a company called Exxon Mobile?

ex-mechanic Eddie in disbelief that he's being asked this question: Uh, yeah.

Robbie: Okay, so they're offering this program where you go out on an oil rig and do underwater welding.

Robbie: And, I dunno, I did swim team for, like, years, so I figured it wouldn't be too hard.

Eddie: Yeah, absolutely not.

Steve, who knows nothing about this: What's the deal with underwater welding.

Eddie: It's literally the most dangerous job on the planet, pretty sure.

Steve: Jesus Christ, yeah, that's a no.

Eddie: Hon, there is a big world of opportunity out there for you.

Eddie: But it is nowhere near big enough to include this.

Robbie: But why?

Eddie: First of all - you don't know how to weld. Not a great place to start.

Robbie: I mean, I'm taking a jewelry-making class where we learned how to solder metal. That's pretty similar, right?

Eddie: About as similar as walking in a park and climbing Mount Everest.

Eddie: This one's not for you, babe.

#robbie: it pays a lot of money #eddie: yeah it would have to if you're gonna be dead by thirty-five #liv’s steddie dads verse #steddie #steddie dads #steve harrington #eddie munson #hazel's tiktok page

[eris-snow]

3. 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐈𝐭

Tags: bakugou x fem!reader, juxtaposition, angst, fluff, swearing, more swearing (It's Katsuki what do you expect)

Feeling his eyes on you is like discovering how to breathe again. Relearning how to inhale and exhale and reworking the smile on your face. 

“Come here, nerd. We need to talk.”

Katsuki is this close to losing it.

He doesn’t know how Izuku had developed selective amnesia in the span of hours, but Katsuki was considering hurling him into the nearest brick wall and see if it would work. He was rapidly running out of options at this rate. Percussive maintenance. How fitting.

This had been the 3rd consecutive day of him reintroducing you to Izuku, and no matter what question he asks, Mr I Fart Quirks Out Of My Ass just doesn’t remember you. What the hell?

You definitely know what’s up, because every time Izuku apologises for not remembering you, you simply smile and wave it of.

After the 5th day of this cycle, Katsuki comes to the hall alone.

“Oh,” You say, watching him calmly climb the stage by your stupid seat. “You’re here early. Where’s Midoriya—”

Katsuki pushes the heavy drapes aside and snarls.

“You’re fucked up, you know that?”

You look startled, but Katsuki doesn’t stop. “The nerd has been coming here every day, and you still go along with his ‘I don’t remember, I’m so sorry!’ bullshit. You have more problems than the water percentage in horse shit.”

Your face curls into a scowl. “Well hello to you too, Bakugou. Should I get up and offer you a chair and discuss your issues? Don’t worry about snacks, we have peanuts.”

The blond reels back at the sarcasm. Okay, you’re snippy.

“And let’s set the record straight. Your problems stack up so high, it makes Mount Everest look like an ant hill. You don’t get to say jack shit about me.”

Katsuki huffs. You’re really pissy today.

“Stop changing the subject. Tell me what you did to him before I punt you.”

You suddenly go very, very still. Eyes dull, lips pressed into a tight line like you’re recalling something unpleasant. Finally, you sigh.

“We’re not talking about this.”

“Uh, yes we are.”

You whirl to him, glare lethal. It feels like he’s staring at an angry Midoriya, because the way his skin crawls at your face can only be done by Izuku (and Auntie Inko, shh.).

“Drop it,” you hiss.

And he does, so that’s that.

—

Katsuki gives up on bringing Izuku back to the hall. There’s no point, anyway, since he won’t remember.

Schoolwork starts to pile up like a stake of due bills, so he stops going too. It doesn’t mean he stops thinking about you, though.

It’s just the little things that he’s now hyper-aware of. You’re nowhere. And by nowhere, he means not even in the halls, or at assembly. In that short span of time he kept coming to time without Izuku, Katsuki would find you in all sorts of positions.

Playing the piano terribly, leaning against the wall with your ears plugged as you hide away in the crevices of the curtains. Sometimes you’re doing homework, sprawled out on the light brown timber planks. Sometimes you’re revising.

However, every time he walks in, you smile up at him like he’s done no wrong and stop, putting aside your materials so that he could rant about how stupid it was to hide out in here.

On the country, whenever someone other than him walks in, they’d simply give him a raised eyebrow, before leaving without a word.

“Why don’t they ever say anything about you?”

“Maybe cause you’re the hero in training, and I’m not?”

A bullshit reason, but he doesn’t call you out on it.

Talking to you is like a refreshing vacation. Delightfully plucked out of time, away from the problems of rebranding and school work outside. Katsuki never dissociates. He doesn’t like to. But he appreciates the normalcy of his conversations with you.

You listen better than his therapist ever did.

It takes a second for him to realise that he’s been staring at the same diagram on his paper for 5 minutes, and he has to shake his head to snap out of it.

He tells his brain to kindly shut up, pushes the thought of you aside and refocuses on his assignment.

Something about triangles. And circles.

—

It has become common knowledge that Katsuki can cook as well as a Michelin star chef, and it has thus become common knowledge that U.A.’s kitchen was his.

Well, not all his. Sato owns half of it, but it’s mostly his. Clean, neat and organised, because so help the idiot that would mess up the his spice rack. Which is the only reason why he’s resisting the urge to dump this pot of curry onto said idiot’s head.

Seriously, fuck his life. Denki has decided that horror stories was going to be his new favourite past time, so he gets to hear a new stupid one every week.

Have you ever heard of the Women In Snow?

There was a wendigo spotted nearby! We have to go and see it!

We should go ghost hunting! I hear that there have been paranormal sightings—

“If I hear another mention of ‘hauntings’ or ‘ghosts’, I’m gonna boil you, throw you out on the carpet, and dance on your body.” Katsuki interrupts flatly, jabbing a ladle dangerously close to Denki’s face. “If you want to be here, make yourself useful!”

Denki dodges the attack, flying behind Eijiro who was standing beside Katsuki scooping rice. Coward.

“Kirishima, save me! Bakugou’s gonna murder me!”

Eijiro sighs with an exasperated look on his face. He’s always the peacemaker, and if Katsuki could find it in him to feel sorry for him, he wouldn’t be here.

“Bakugou—”

“Shut the hell up, Shitty Hair! Stay out of it.”

Denki pouts, peeking from behind Eijiro’s red hair. “If I become a ghost, I’m haunting you for the rest of your life.”

“Out!”

Denki grabs a stack of plates from the cabinets and places them on the counter. Dinner was about done, anyway.

“You’re being pissy!” The blond calls as a parting remark.

“You’re being insufferable,” Katsuki lashes back, taking the plate Eijiro had handed him. Eijiro gives him a concerned expression as Katsuki dumps the curry beside the rice.

He likes Denki’s first horror story best, though.

—

It’s a week until Speech Day and Katsuki feels like he’s going to pop a gasket.

He can handle it-the stress was nothing compared to his first year-but the war has changed him in ways he sometimes wished it didn’t.

Nightmares plague his slumber and between the wrapping up of syllabus and finals ending, he’s so close to degenerate into his old tendencies.

The yelling. The punching. The heat under his collar.

He’s pent up, and he needs someone that can listen. Izuku is there, he always is, but it’s an itch his best friend can’t scratch, because it’s something only you can do.

The quiet of the hall. The hushed conversations. You don’t have a clue what he’s going through, but you try to understand even if he just dropped into your life like a comet from outer space.

That…means a lot more to him than it should have.

He stares at the unnecessarily big doors in front of the hall, debates for a grand total of 5 seconds, decides he doesn’t give two shits about pride and yanks the doors open.

Katsuki manages one step into the hall, before he hears sniffling.

Shit, are you crying? You better not be crying. He doesn’t know what to do with crying people.

Should he go?

He pauses at that.

His shoes squeak on the smooth flooring as he hauls himself on the stage. You’re right where you usually are, splayed on the ground with a book in your hand and tissues strewn beside you.

Your nose is red.

He pulls the curtains away and steps back stage, cautiously approaching you. “Are you okay?”

You sniffle again, blowing your nose.

“Sinus,” you groan, throwing a tissue ball at him. “Been having it all morning. Life hates me.”

And for some reason, that makes him laugh. Low and raspy, genuine and soft. That feels nice.

“Throw that at me one more time.” He replies easily, relief evident. “I dare you.”

You close your book, grinning at him as you unplug your ears. Your eyes light up like a firework show.

“Is that a challenge?”

“It’s a warning.”

He says plainly, flinging the tissue paper back at you so he can create a spot to sit down.

“What brings you here? I thought you hero course students had to—oh.” You put two and two together quick. Katsuki watches you look back at him, and then to your book.

There’s silence for a quick second, before you settle. “Tell me about your patrols?”

And just like that, he’s off like a bullet.

You nod along and listen, balling the tissues in your hand that are wet with tears.

That was too close.

#juxtaposition (Bakugou) #mha #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugō #bakugo x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katuski x reader #angst #bakugou x reader #bakugou angst #comfort

[would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend]

Would A Delibird Make A Good Pet?

For no particular reason, it’s time to cover delibird! A delibird would indeed make a good pet, though caring for one would come with some interesting quirks.

At nearly three feet tall, delibirds are certainly taller than I assumed, but they’re certainly not too large to fit in most homes. While, due to their resemblance to real-world penguins, one may worry about how well delibirds can handle warmer climates, have no fear: this species prefers cooler climates but is able to withstand the weather of locations as warm as the Alola Region (Sun)! One thing to keep in mind is that a delibird would most likely prefer to rest somewhere up high. Wild delibirds build their nests at the edge of sharp cliffs (Silver), indicating a surprising skill in either flight or climbing.

Delibirds have been known to get along great with humans, which isn’t surprising given their happy-go-lucky attitude and generosity. You see, this pokémon loves to share their food with humans and other pokémon, especially those in need (Diamond/Pearl/Platinum). There’s even tales of a delibird using their food storage to help a famous explorer reach the top of Mount Everest (Ruby/Sapphire)! This is a result of natural instinct: wild delibirds spend a lot of their time gathering food to carry back to their young in their bag-like tails (Silver). Delibirds aren’t picky about their food as they are omnivorous (Ultra Sun), which should make it easier to find the best way to feed them.

Their scavenging behavior won’t be without its difficulties, however. Delibirds are said to always be scrounging for food to share (Moon), so don’t be surprised when anything your delibird can reach that they think is food disappears into the folds of their tail, be it actually edible or not! You must also be prepared to graciously accept gifts that may not be the tastiest to you, like bug pokémon that they find outside (Ultra Sun). Just as you would need to keep your food away from a curious child, dog, or cat, you would need to make sure your delibird doesn’t get their hands on anything dangerous or precious. On the bright side, unless they’ve already eaten your missing item, you’ll always know where they’re hiding it!

Delibirds aren’t very dangerous at all. They can only naturally learn two moves: Present and Drill Peck. Drill Peck might hurt, sure, but given the species’ small beaks it would be far from lethal. Present, on the other hand, depends on what your delibird has managed to get their hands on. In a pinch, wild delibirds defend themselves by lobbing whatever they’re carrying at enemies to fend them off (Crystal). If a pet delibird tried to use Present to attack, what they’d be able to throw is entirely dependent on what they’re able to find. Not to victim-blame, but it’d kinda be on you. Thankfully, delibirds seem to only be violent if attacked (Crystal), so the chances of ending up in this situation are low.

Delibirds are small-ish, kind-hearted, nonviolent pokémon with a quirky lifestyle that may delight or annoy, depending on who you are. Overall, however, I’d wager that they’d make pretty good pets.

#pokémon #pokemon #delibird #pkmn irl #pr-a

[lieslab]

Gone away

꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎ ꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎ ꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎

Pairing: Han Jisung X gn reader

Summary: After a rough battle with cancer, you're finally at the end of the fight.

Genre: Angst with no happy ending

Word Count: 3.2K

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No amount of ‘I’m sorry’s’ can take away the pain. When the radiation stops working, when the cancer keeps growing, when the harrowing realization that you will not recover settles in. Facing death head on is one thing, but laying around and waiting for it is another. 

Cancer is a fickle thing. It can infect an organ or it can choose to home itself in your bones. It doesn’t care if you’re only a few months old and new to the world. It doesn’t care if you’re elderly and trying to make it to a hundred to impress your children and grandchildren. 

It doesn’t care if you’re healthy either. You can live the healthiest life possible, but due to one reason or another, it might catch you anyway. Grasping your organs, burrowing in your bones, sucking the soul out of you without a care in the world. 

You knew you were dying and so did Han. It started with random pains and low energy. After testing and a tumor being found, doctors assumed chemo would help weaken it. It did, at first, but then it started to fight back. 

You loved your doctor and they were determined to get you to remission. You had high hopes after it was fought off. You assumed that’d be the end of it and then it came back. Higher doses of radiation, the repulsive smell of hospital antiseptic, the taste of stomach acid from throwing up, and white walls. 

You bawled like a baby when a clump of your hair fell out in the shower. All you could remember was Han finding you and wrapping you in a towel. Promising, insisting, and swearing it would grow back. You found comfort in his words. You knew, you believed, and you loved him. 

Han could do so much, but Han was not a god. With every strand of fallen hair, every vomiting session, every time it felt like the world was caving in, he was there. He was there for every paper cut and every broken bone. That’s what love was for at the end of the day; to mend you and make you whole again. 

You loved, you lived, and you had hope. Hope is the one thing humans are good at. They cling to it, they grip onto it, they grasp with the slivers of strength they have left. Hoping, praying, believing, and having faith you’d get better because in the stories, that’s how it should go. 

A fairytale love like this was not meant to have a depressing ending. It was not supposed to end with sharp cheekbones and sunken in dead eyes. It was not supposed to end with you kissing your lover good-bye. It was not supposed to end with you barely mustering up the strength to hold your boyfriend’s hand. 

The single movement felt like the equivalent to climbing Mount Everest. You couldn’t remember the last time you had food. You were on high doses of morphine waiting for the end. Your oxygen had slowly started to dwindle a few hours ago. 

Drowsy from the morphine, all you could focus on was the warmth of Han’s hand in yours. You always knew deep down this could be a possibility. It was something you shoved to the farthest and darkest corner of your mind. As the days went on, weeks drifted by and morphed into months. 

His thumb rubbed along the side of yours. A person could only do so much to prepare themselves for the death of their lover. An unspoken silence sat between the two of you. Comfortable and mellow. You had been prepared for this for a while now. 

On the other hand, a lump sat in Han’s throat. He kept staring at you trying to remember everything about you. The slope of your nose, the draw of your chin, the way your mouth tugged into a smile. 

Over the past few months, there were countless photos and videos taken. Photos of the two of you together. Photos of you sleeping in the bed by yourself. Videos of you unwrapping the little gifts Han got you. Pictures and photos from when you looked healthier. 

Back when your skin wasn’t so taught over your body. When you were full of color instead of a sick gray. When your smiles met your eyes and they twinkled with delight. Back before cancer sucked the life out of you. Before when you were able to move without collapsing from weak legs. 

That word and that disease had destroyed both your lives. Led you both to depression and sleepless nights. Endless conversations with doctors and appointments. Tough talks with friends and creating a will. Planning for the inevitable as time crept along. 

It was something that was always on your mind. How many more sleepy kisses would you be able to steal? How many more times would you be alive to watch the sun wake up and drift away in the evening? How much longer would the moon keep you company? Would you even be able to make it to the next full moon? 

No matter who you prayed to, no matter how many stars you wished upon, nothing worked. Your fate was already written for you and there was nothing you could do to get out of it. Even when you reached another birthday and blew out your candles, it didn’t work. 

Your one and only wish was to be healthy and yet here you were, two months later, with a death rattle. Your lungs rose and fell at a much slower pace than normal. You probably only had a day left, if that. The end was near and you were exhausted. 

You were left weakened from the chemo. Even getting up and going to the bathroom became too hard. In your final stages, you were hooked up to a catheter. Not like you could pass much urine anyway. You were too dehydrated and too weak to do anything, but lie there awaiting death. 

Han tried his damn best to make it as comfortable as possible. He told stories that you had forgotten about. He cracked jokes despite how much it pained him. He forced himself to keep his tears at bay for your sake. He could deal with his grief later. 

This time, it’d be without you. You wouldn’t be there to wipe his tears. You wouldn’t be there to wrap your arms around his body. He wouldn’t be able to grip you tightly and listen to the familiar lull of your heartbeat. He’d be left here and who knew where you’d end up on the other side. 

Every time he let his mind wander that direction, his bottom lip trembled. He rapidly blinked trying to keep the tears from his eyes. He sniffled and kept holding your hand. Over the span of the past hour, you had gone quiet. 

All that was left was your rugged and rattled breathing. The cancer had staked its claim once and for all. Finally, after months of fighting, it had won. You were too weak to do anything besides lay in the uncomfortable hospital bed and wait. 

You would have rather been at home, but the doctor insisted you’d be more comfortable here. Hooked up to morphine, you were somewhere between this world and the next. Somewhat dazed and confused, you floated between realms. 

What you really wanted was the warmth of your bed. Han’s body wrapped tightly around you. You wanted his head against your heart. You wanted to provide the last bit of comfort that you could before it stopped. You wanted to hold him one last time. 

You had put him through so much already. You were going to take your guilt to the other side. You tried to push him away. You tried to be mean and distance yourself. You tried to be cold, but he kept clinging onto you. He refused to let you fight this battle by yourself. 

You were still breathing, but it was starting to get harder now. Even hooked up to the morphine, you could feel your lungs slowly giving out. Every time you took a breath in, you weren’t sure you’d be able to push it out and make it to the next. 

“Han?” You finally got out. 

Han sniffled and sat up at the sound of your voice. He shifted in his chair and stared down at you. “Yes, honey?” 

“I want you in my bed.” 

“I don’t think the nurses wa-” 

“I don’t care, I’m literally dying.” 

It was a low blow, but you knew it’d work. Han chuckled and stood from his chair. He slipped down beside you and tugged you closer. You struggled to get your arms around him and pull him towards you. Understanding what you wanted, he shifted closer to your body. 

You placed a shaky hand on the top of his head. You shifted your fingers slightly to play with his hair. He relaxed while curled up to you and closed his eyes. You bent down and placed a weak kiss on the top of his head with your chapped lips. 

No amount of chapstick could keep them hydrated. You were too dehydrated and worn out. Even the strong medicinal stuff had stopped working. You let yourself relax at the familiar weight of his head on your chest. 

“I’m going to miss you,” you finally got out through a rattle. 

Despite the rattling in your upper body, Han could hear your heart clearly. He wanted to lock the rhythm away and keep your heart pumping forever. However, he knew what you had been through. He understood that he couldn’t keep you caged in this weakened state. 

“Are you scared?” He asked. 

“I’m more afraid for you. I’m a big believer that I’ll be at peace, but what about you? I don’t want to leave you alone.” 

“I won’t be entirely alone. I’ll have the guys and I’ll be around the people I love. I’ll still have my family and all the fans. Please don’t think for a second that they won’t miss you too.” 

“Some of them will think they have a shot with you now.” You let out a hollowed laugh. Your lungs forced out air before falling into a coughing fit. Han instantly jerked away from you and helped you sit up to get air into your lungs. 

“Are you alright?” His eyes filled with concern and his lips pressed into a thin line. He reached forward and brushed a piece of hair from your eyes as you nodded. 

“Thank you.” 

“It’s not a problem.” 

“I mean for everything. For the late night conversations, for the motivational speeches, for sticking beside me when I tried to get you to leave. Thank you for making life worth living.” 

Tears welled up in Han’s eyes. He pressed his ear back against your chest to hear that familiar thump. “You know I don't do too well with emotional conversations. I’m trying so hard not to sob in your arms.” 

“You’re allowed to be scared too.” 

“I don’t want to be scared,” he objected. “I want to be strong for you. I don’t want you to see me crumble apart. I’m supposed to be the one comforting you and I-”

“My sweet boy, I’ve already accepted it. I accepted this fate quite a while ago.” Your fingers brushed across the swell of his cheeks. Unlike your concave cheeks, Han’s were round and full just as you liked them to be. “The only one who hasn’t accepted it is you.” 

“I don’t want to let go. I don’t know how to let go. Please,” his voice broke, “don’t make me let go.” 

“But you have to,” you whispered. 

“I know it’s selfish, but please. I can’t do this by myself. I don’t want to live this life without you. I can’t do it,” tears welled in his eyes, “I-I can’t. You’re asking me to do the impossible.” 

Your fingers slipped down and landed along the front of his chest. “I’ll always be right here.” You lightly tapped against his heart. Beneath your finger, his heart pulsed. The strong rhythmic beats were far superior to your weakened ones. 

“Please…” He sucked in a breath and clamped his teeth down on his bottom lip. The stinging sensation overpowered his tears for a few seconds. He didn’t want to break apart in front of you. 

“Han?” 

“W-What?” 

“Please allow me the chance to comfort you one last time. I’m still here for now. I know I don’t have much time left. Don’t shut me out while I’m still right here.” 

That was all it took for him to fall apart. Openly weeping in your arms and burying his face into your chest. Warm salted tears painted your chest and soaked your hospital gown. In the smallest size, it was still big on you. 

You had sunken into nothing, but skin and bones. The cancer stole every bit of body fat to help fuel it. It took away your cravings and numbed your hunger cues. After a while of not eating, the stomach aches and pains went away. 

Laying on your chest, he could hear the struggle of your heart. Your energy was dwindling further and further and soon there’d be nothing left. Was it hours, minutes, or seconds left? Every breath, all you could do was pray that there’d be another. 

Cancer was a nasty and awful thing. It took your strength, it took your hobbies, it took your personality, but it could not take your love. You would not let it rip away your love. It could feast on your fat, it could slurp your marrow, and it could devour your organs. Your body was a glutton haven for cancer, but it could not have your love. 

When you were too weak to get up, when you could no longer use the bathroom, when you couldn’t eat, you still had your heart. With no fight left to do your hobbies, you still had your voice. It was weak and it was soft, but it was still here. You were determined to keep that with you until you died. 

An angry and colossal disease that left nothing behind besides pain and despair. It tore families apart and left lovers lonely. One minute you’re on top of the world and the next, you’re getting a phone call announcing that you need to come back to the doctor’s office to have a serious conversation with your doctor to discuss the next steps. 

When it comes to cancer, there are no winners, even in remission, through surgery and through chemotherapy. To those who decide to say no to treatment and spend the rest of their days facing whatever might come next. It kills, it destroys, and it haunts; leaving nothing behind, but anxiety. 

What if? What if? What if? What if it comes back? What if the tumor gets larger? What if it spreads? What if I lose the people I love? What if I can’t afford treatment? What if I never recover? What if it kills me? What if? What if? What if? 

Haunting your family and friends. Haunting the doctors and nurses treating you. Haunting the young children in public because treatment took so much away from you; your hair, your eyebrows, your eyelashes. You were left pale and sickly looking like a real life walking skeleton. 

Han’s fingers curled into your hospital gown. He cried and cried and cried until there was nothing left, but uneven breathing and hiccups. You softly cooed and continued playing with his hair. He squeezed his eyes shut and reopened them hoping this was an awful nightmare, but nothing changed. 

Exhaustion rolled through you once again. You knew you didn’t have much longer. It was getting harder to breathe and your heart rate monitor was slowing once again. The quick beats had turned into occasional pulses. Soon it wouldn’t be able to support your soul. 

“Han?” You whispered. 

His voice came out hoarse, “yeah?” 

“I’m so tired.” 

He sucked in a sharp breath. He knew, you knew, you both knew what this meant. There was almost a hundred percent chance you’d go to sleep and never wake back up. This was the last time he’d get to see your eyes. The last time he’d hear the pitter-patter of your heart. This was the end of everything. 

He glanced up from your chest. Your eyes met and he reached up to your face. He pressed his hand against your cheek and you let your eyes fall shut. “Just go to sleep,” he whispered, finally accepting it. “It’ll be better when you wake up.” 

“But you won’t be there.” 

“Oh, but I will.” He forced himself to smile. “I’ll be right here.” He pressed his other hand against your chest and gently tapped your heart. “I’ll always be with you and you can’t get rid of me.” 

“I love you.” You gathered the strength to reopen your eyes one last time. The two of you made eye contact once more. A silent tear slipped down Han’s cheek. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. 

How cruel and tragic it was. Smooth lips against chapped ones. Hydration vs dehydration. Your lover was alive and yet you were dying. Forced to part ways by some cruel higher power that nobody could understand. 

When he pulled away after a few moments, he responded. “I love you too. I love you so much. Promise me you won’t forget about me?” 

“I could never forget anything about you Han Jisung. You’re too bright, too talented, too handsome, and too beautiful to be forgotten. You’ve always been my favorite star.” 

The last thing you saw was a grin with tears streaming from his glassy eyes. You let your eyes shut again. “Can you sing me to sleep like you usually do?” 

Han forced himself to swallow the lump in his throat. “What do you want me to sing?” He brushed away his tears. 

“Gone away.” 

“Do you want me to cry again?” 

“Please, that’s my favorite song.” 

“I’m going to butcher it and not sing it very well.” 

“It’s the thought that counts,” you insisted. 

He didn’t want to, but this was quite literally your last and dying wish. Who was he to refuse it? He shut his eyes, sniffled, cleared his throat, and began to sing. Beneath him, your body relaxed as everything began to slowly shut down. 

When he finished the song, you were half asleep. He laid with his head still planted above your heart. You could feel the rumbles of his body and the pull of his voice. Realizing you weren’t quite asleep, he started to sing it again without the stutters and the occasional hiccup. He reached up and kissed your forehead as it came to an end again. 

“Just one more? Three has always been my favorite number.” Your words were barely audible, but Han managed to hear them. 

With a deep breath and more tears, he began it a final time. His own eyes were starting to get heavy. Your heartbeat was tugging him to sleep and covering him with a blanket of security, just like it always did. By the end of the third time, you were sound asleep. 

Taking comfort in everything, he let his own eyes slip shut. He nuzzled his head into the warmth of your chest. A heavy sigh left his body as he let himself relax and fall into the outstretched arms of slumber. 

Unfortunately, hours later, only one of you would wake back up.

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Taglist: @s3ungmins

Masterlist

#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids drabbles #skz fanfic #kpop fanfic #han jisung #han jisung fanfic #han jisung fic #han jisung stray kids #stay #han jisung angst

[realisticfanfictions]

𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕤/𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕤

There's not a lot of strawhats-in-the-real-world AUs, so I'm here to fill that void! This has been on my mind for a hot minute now, so let's talk about the characters in One Piece if they were youtubers!

Click to reveal!

Luffy - Travel Vlogger

Channel: IAMLUFFY

Subscriber Count: 7 Million.

Luffy would 100% be the unintentionally annoying vlogger who just streams and records everything. He's more likely to shove a camera in your face by accident, but he's also the guy who makes really engaging content and does more unique things than your average vlogger. He'd actually be a pretty big name in the vlogging sphere I'd imagine, and while vlogging channels tend to have lower subcounts, I think that 7m would be a good number for him to have. Luffy would also be down to record with other people (regardless of their sub count), and wouldn't mind traveling halfway across the world to do a one-off collab (especially if you agree to feed him).

His content: His content would revolve around travel, food, everyday living, and funny anecdotes. The editing would be very fast-paced with lots of graphics, and sound effects. He'd need to have an editor, and that poor editor would just be swamped with hours upon hours of random footage of him eating, or picking his nose. Lots of B-roll potential!

Videos:

BIGGEST SLIDE in the WORLD! | Brazil Adventures!

Monkeys STOLE my $2000 CAMERA! (ft. Nami) | Bali Adventures!

I almost DIED!! | Climbing Mount Everest Day #3!

Zoro - Fitness Guru/Vlogger.

Channel: Roronoa Zoro

Subscriber Count: 3 Million.

It's a no-brainer that Zoro would be a fitness influencer. He would never have thought of becoming an influencer, but Luffy probably recorded him working out in some of his early vlogs, and convinced him to start his own channel. He wouldn't be as into vlogging as Luffy, and definitely wouldn't put much of his personal life out there, but he'd still show what he did and make it somewhat entertaining. Zoro would have fangirls up the wazoo! Especially since he trains without his shirt on, and always shows himself working out. I don't think he'd do collabs on his channel, but he'd always accept being in one of Luffy's vlogs, or even guest starring on Sanji's show (more on that later--).

Content: I think his content would be focused on posting his daily schedule, what he ate, how he worked out, etc. as well as a weekly weigh-in. He'd occasionally post his kendo tournaments and would encourage people to try it out, and make tutorials on all things kendo. I have a feeling he'd probably have the most sponsorship offers, but he'd turn down the vast majority of them (since a lot of them are scams). I don't think he'd have an editor since he seems like the kind of guy to just slap it together with some music behind it and post it to YT or Insta. I can even imagine him getting quite decent at editing and filming, and using Brook's music (with permission ofc). I think he'd also talk about stuff about the gym, what he likes vs. doesn't like, and sometimes talk while he works out.

Videos:

Don't do this at the gym.

I hate gym memberships.

Kendo Tournament 2023.

Sanji - Cooking Show

Channel: Devil's Kitchen with Sanji

Subscriber Count: 3 Million.

I don't think I need to explain why Sanji would have a cooking show, but I imagine it more like Binging with Babish with fun challenges, instead of straight up Kitchen Nightmares/reality TV. He'd have the highest production value out of the strawhats with a cameraman and 2-3 editors, and he'd probably be the only one to actually get a show on cable (separate from his YT). Sanji would be more likely to bring guests onto his show, and I can see Zoro being a frequent guest. Would not be surprised if they start a podcast tbh. Wouldn't be surprised if they also lived together

Content:

His content would be a lot less 'indie' feeling and more high quality. Lots of cool camera angles and editing. His stuff would end up on Food P*rn I'd imagine. Like, all the time. Sanji would probably be asked to collab with other people, and he'd take a lot more sponsorships too. Soy Sauce wants to sponsor him? Hell yeah, he'd do it! Bang Energy Drink? Well, no. He still has standards. I can imagine him doing a lot of 'How-to' videos and diet-focused videos, like "How to Cook for Vegans", or "Best Gluten-Free Recipes". He'd probably be in and out of relationships quite a lot too, maybe some controversies? (Lemme know if ya'll want some headcannons for that.)

Videos:

Chocolate Kisses for Valentine | Cooking with Sanji.

Professional Chef vs Home Cook (ft. My Dumb Roommate.)

Tricking Meat-Eaters with Vegan Alternatives (Beyond Meat.)

^^ That one is 100% sponsored btw.

And that's the end of that! Lemme know if you guys want to see more, or have any suggestions!

#realisticfanfictions #one piece #headcanon #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #one piece imagines #youtuber #youtuber au #one piece youtuber au #one piece scenario #one piece school #one piece real life #one piece irl au #one piece fluff #fluff #straw hat pirates #one piece strawhats #monster trio #luffy #zoro #sanji #one piece luffy #roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #one piece sanji #vinsmoke sanji #strawhats #black leg sanji #straw hat luffy #fanfiction

[sunshineyuuji]

Surprising Facts (pt.2)

IkeVamp suitors with an s/o who randomly says interesting facts (pt.2)

Characters: Vlad, Theodorus Van Gogh, Vincent Van Gogh

Warnings: first grade English (lol), ooc suitors?, gn!reader/fem!reader

Notes: Guys, I got another request OMG! I'm jumping like a child who sees something they like (／⩾ ω＼). So @vanadeyeira asked me if I could make this prompt with Vlad, Theo, and Vicent and who am I to deny? So here I am writing this at 5:30 am (Nov 16) and God knows when I'll finish lol. Anyhow, hope you enjoy! (Update: I finished this today at 10:00 am lol)

Vlad

Vlad has been alive for centuries, darling, so he knows quite a lot.

But like Le Comte, he's not fully aware of things from the modern era so you might as well surprise him with "modern" facts.

"The Vatican City is the smallest country in the world."

"Vatican City?"

"You'll know in... a few years, hehe."

He's not surprised you know so much. Actually, he's happy!

Just... try to keep the creepy facts for yourself.

"There are around 150 bodies of dead hikers on Mount Everest and they're used as landmarks."

"Interesting way to use a body..."

Could gladly hear you all day telling him random facts and also explaining. He just loves listening to you.

Especially when talking about flowers.

"Is this... a gardenia?" You asked, looking at the flowers Vlad gifted you.

"It sure is." Vlad smiled at you.

You looked at the flowers with a smile and carefully picked them up.

"Did you know that gardenias mean love, purity, and refinement?"

Vlad chuckled softly and kissed your hand.

"I do, that's why I chose to gift you them."

Theodorus Van Gogh

"Did you know women can lactate without being pregnant?"

"You're getting on my last nerve, hondje."

Now what's with the random information?

Why are you telling him that? He didn't ask, so why are you telling him?

He doesn't get annoyed over the fact you know stuff, he's annoyed because you say it out of nowhere and he can't expect what you'll say.

“Did you know that buttermilk doesn’t contain any butter?”

“Ok, that’s it. Get out.”

There was a period of time where you stopped telling him the random information you know.

He got genuinely worried and rushed into your room.

You explained it was because you knew it annoyed him so you decided to stop.

“...You’re way too silly, hondje.”

It may catch him off guard, but it’s you who’s telling him. How can he say no to you?

Even if he says it annoys him, he secretly hears and tries to remember everything you say.

Vincent Van Gogh

"You know, neuroscientists say that love is as strong as illegal drugs."

"Oh? Well then, guess I'm always high for you."

He either chuckles or asks more about what you're talking about.

Loves hearing you talk. That little sparkle in your eyes and the excitement you have when explaining is adorable to him.

Though he's always interested in what you say, he shows way more interest when you talk to him about art facts.

"Apparently, studying and pursuing art is closely linked to improved reading and math skills."

"Huh, really? That sure is interesting... I wonder how people associate reading and math with art."

Getting a little more romantic, he sits you on his lap while you continue to tell him about random things you know about art and other stuff.

"I could listen to you all day, sunshine. I can never get bored when I'm around you."

#headcanons #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #ikemen series #otome game #ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire headcanons #ikevamp #ikemen games #ikemen vampire x reader #ikevamp hcs #ikevamp headcanons #ikevamp theo #ikevamp vlad #ikevamp vincent #my wiritng #ikemen vincent #ikemen theo #ikemen vlad

[czargasm]

Next Wednesday I will be posting the first chapter of my new DNF fanfic “Every Mountain Tells a Story.”

The title comes from a quote by Tenzing Norgay, the first person to reach the summit of Mount Everest (along with Sir Edmund Hilary):

"A mountain tells a million stories, all you have to do is listen."

The fic will follow Dream, George, and other climbers as they attempt to summit Mount Everest. In addition to Everest, key scenes will take place on K2, the second highest mountain in the world, and Lhotse, Everest’s “little sister” and the fourth highest mountain in the world.

The label on the tin is “ex-friends to lovers,” but I like to think it’s so much more than that. It’s a story about mountains, about the drive to climb and the thrill of achieving a goal. It’s about how little those things actually matter when you lose the people you love along the way. It’s about those single moments that change your life forever. It’s about learning to trust again after you’ve been hurt, and learning to trust the person who hurt you.

On Tuesday I will post some images that will provide a visual for chapter one. I will continue to do this for each chapter, so that you will be able to picture the settings and follow along on the journey. You do not need to know a single thing about high-altitude mountaineering to read this.

I've been working on this for a long time and I'm so proud of it. I can't wait to share it with you.

#czargasm writes #every mountain tells a story

[jiangwanyinsimp]

An Incomplete (and Very Long) list of thing Edwin Payne missed while he was stuck in Hell

This list emerged because I was talking about how he would have missed the end of World War One and then the list kept going. It is not complete or in order, and is provided simply for posterity

ww2

spanish flu

the hindenburg disaster

the rise of public radio

Irish independence

fast food as a concept

the hinterkaifeck murders

the extinction of the california grizzly

the discovery of Tutankhamun's tomb

television

jet aircraft

supersonic aircraft

the moon landing

THE OFFICIAL FOUNDING OF THE SOVIET UNION

the jazz age

surrealism

the first woman to swim the english channel

the BBC

Amelia Earhart

Tintin

the discovery of Pluto

the crash of airship R101

the founding of porsche

the geneva convention

UK abandonment of the gold standard

the discovery of 22 elements on the periodic table

technicolor

Australia starting and losing the Emu war

the creation of the Royal Christmas message

the Great Depression

FM radio

the first canned beer

pre-sliced bread

the recognition of stress as a biological condition

the extinction of the thylacine

the destruction of the Crystal Palace

the first full feature length animated film (Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs)

the nylon bristle toothbrush

Batman

the last use of the guillotine for an official state execution

Gone With the Wind (the book AND the film)

the founding of Greggs

Looney Tunes

the discovery of the Lascaux cave paintings

Agatha Christie's works

Cheerios

the discovery of nuclear fission and all subsequent nuclear discoveries

the airplane ejection seat

The Little Prince

LSD

the lifting of the prohibition of married British women working as teachers

the disappearance of flight 19

the first formula one grand prix

Mensa

the invention of the magic 8 ball

the Doomsday Clock

the AK-47

the first commercial microwave

the Kinsey reports

the first time Idaho Fish and Game parachuted beavers into the wild

humanity's entry to space

the beginning of the broadcast of the Archers (the longest running present day drama by number of episodes)

the Korean War

the polio vaccine

the first nuclear powered submarine

The Lord of the Rings

Moomins

transistor radio

the TV dinner/ready meal

ICBMs

the entire life of Elvis Presley

Kermit the Frog

My Fair Lady (the film and musical adaptations)

Grace Kelly's wedding

the Entire Life Of Marilyn Monroe

the Beat Generation

Eurovision

Helvetica typeface

the peace symbol

the Cod Wars

computer games

Dyatlov Pass incident

Barbie

Missile Mail

the Declaration of the Rights of the Child

the MOSFET

particle accelerators

the Beatles

the recovery of the Vasa

the first Six Flags

Breakfast at Tiffany's

Catch-22

the Vietnam War

Silent Spring

The Rolling Stones

the night of the long knives

Vatican II

James Bond

the Cuban Missile Crisis

Thích Quảng Đức's self-immolation

the "I Have A Dream" speech

JFK Assassination

the smiley face

Mary Poppins (1964)

IntelSat

the last British execution

high speed rail

the first time "fuck" was said on british tv

the Moors Murders

the Grateful Dead

the British parliament decriminalizing homosexuality

most of the literary career of Pablo Neruda

Fleetwood Mac

the Parker Morris Standards

the end of steam passenger travel in the UK

Led Zeppelin

Earth Day

the first temporary artificial heart

the first person to row an ocean solo

Woodstock

the Zodiac Killer

the nationalization of Rolls-Royce

decimalisation of UK currency

the first e-book

the first microprocessor

DB Cooper

the first email

the Biological Weapons Convention

Watergate

the start of the Troubles

The Joy of Sex

all attempts to climb Mount Everest and the eventual first ascent

ABBA

the invention of the Rubik's Cube

the Moorgate tube crash

the first Cricket World Cup

the global eradication of Smallpox

Star Wars

the Tenerife airport disaster

the discovery of the rings of Uranus

Red Rum winning three Grand Nationals

the Concorde

the start of the broadcast of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

Jonestown

Synthetic insulin

the Thorpe affair

the release of God Save the Queen by the Sex Pistols

Monty Python

the election of Margaret Thatcher

Star Trek

Iron Maiden

the incident where the dingo ate a baby in Australia

the end of iron and steel production in the UK's Black Country

the first London Marathon

Charles and Diana's wedding

the church of England votes to elect women to holy orders

the 1981 UK tornado outbreak

the first child born by IVF

the Falklands War

the raising of the Mary Rose

the invention of ciabatta bread

the discovery of the Titanic

the King's Cross Fire

Top Gun

Lockerbie bombing

#dead boy detectives #shit andy says #I don't honestly have an explanation for this #edwin payne

[youaremyhome]

Pieces of the Night: Mars is Bright Tonight

Warnings: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader, 18+ NSFW, smut, HEAVY non-con/dub-con, drug use, possessive behavior, DARK. Read at your own risk!

Notes: 4.4k words. Part 4!! starting to get darker, mind the tags ppl :)

The sun softly warms the top of your knees, arms wrapped around your legs as you sit on the lounge chair. Your bedroom sliding door is still open to let in the breeze. Heaving out a sigh, your mind moves sluggishly as you think back to last night.

After the group had led you back to the safety of the bonfire, you apologized for the scene you had caused. They refused to accept it, saying Rafe made a scene wherever he went. Still, you turned quiet as you looked for your sister. Lauren had been busy in the dunes with a kook and had missed the whole confrontation. Thank God for small miracles, you didn’t need her to be front row of your chaos.

Clearly, you had misjudged Rafe. You've heard he’s mean, but you had this annoying habit of seeing the good in everyone. That first night of meeting him had been nice. He was a bit of an asshole, but he had listened to you ramble and you thought he was sweet. My God, how wrong you were. You cried all last night once in bed. You would relax for a moment before remembering the picture he had of you, making you sob all over again.

But with the rising sun to cast light, so had your mind.

If Rafe did share that picture, you can report it as revenge porn, then he would be the one in trouble. You refuse to cower from a picture he had taken without your consent and try to hold it as blackmail. You would flip it on him just as quickly. Though, that didn’t make you any less shameful, feeling so stupid for having slept with him in the first place, for accepting that coke so easily.

Now that you're analyzing that night with wider eyes, you think maybe it wasn’t coke. At least, not fully. You had never felt that way with coke before. A more lightness, a feeling like you were drunk on drugs instead of liquor. You reason that it must’ve been cut with something else, giving you a bad high.

The only problem you’re stuck on is if you should tell anyone. Your friends? Lauren? The school?

The only ones to know the truth are the pogues, but you don’t want to involve them in your newfound drama. Rafe was probably right; they won’t want to do anything with you now.

A chirp of your phone interrupts your spiraling thoughts. A text from an unsaved number.

Hey, it's Sarah, do you wanna talk about last night?

Relief washes over you like cool water. Selfishly, you accept the lifeline Sarah has waved to you.

Yes please lol come over?

Your family is down at the beach and you blamed a headache for staying back. You burn a hole in the hardwood floors pacing for half an hour until Sarah texts that she’s here. Running down to the door you're greeted with a pleasant surprise as you look out to the driveway.

The brown van is parked crooked and filing out is all five of them. JJ waves his arm back and forth dramatically, smiling and bellowing your name.

JJ’s spirit makes you smile, leaning over the railing and waving back, beckoning them up. When they’re climbing the stairs, the rumble of an engine automatically turns your attention to the road. A truck drives past, slower than normal. You think it must be another tourist looking for their rental house.

Once they climb up the numerous stairs, Pope supports a hand against a pillar.

“Is it really necessary to climb mount Everest every time you come here?”

“No. There’s an elevator.” You smile innocently.  

“That’s mean,” Pope whines.

“Sorry about them, they’re kinda a package deal. Should’ve warned you.” Sarah rolls her eyes fondly.

“That’s ok, they’re pretty funny.”

You lead them inside, hearing the oohs and awws over the house. 

“Holy kook,” Pope wonders out loud.

Your face gets hot with embarrassed annoyance, you don’t want to be considered a kook if Rafe is one. Not wanting any more association with him than you already have. You skip over Pope's musing and sit on the couch with them.

“Soo… last night…” Sarah starts.

“Sucked! I hate when those kooks crash the party. It’s our side of the island.” JJ interrupts.

“I think Sarah was talking about what happened with Rafe and Y/N.” John B says.

“Oh, yeah. That. That sucked too. I mean for sure it did for you.” JJ gestures his long arms to you. “Who would sleep with Rafe anyway?”

Kie reprimands JJ with low mutterings while Sarah hits his knee. John B covers for him. “What JJ means is that everyone knows what a prick Rafe is. Just surprising someone as nice as you did.”

“How did that happen anyways?” Sarah pipes up. “Sorry to ask but my brother is crazy.”

You tell them the full story, unlike the version you had given your girlfriends, feeling a bit better knowing at least someone knows the truth. That Rafe won’t be able to hold it over your head with them.

“He must’ve taken that picture when I was sleeping, I never would’ve let him if I was awake.” You shrug lamely, that hot ball of fire of anxiety flaring in the uncomfortable silence. Sarah reaches over to place a hand on your knee, a comforting smile on her face.

“What a fucking creep.” JJ spits out, it looks like he wants to punch something. “We gotta delete that picture off his phone.”

“Yeah!” Pope exclaims. “We could break into Tannyhill and get ahold of it. Or better yet, break it.”

John B perks up like a puppy. “Sarah, you could get us in, right?”

“Of course, I know where he hides the key to his room.”

“No, no, please, don’t –” This feels like it's not the first time they’ve impulsively schemed before.

“Let’s do it tonight –”

“Perfect!”

“Me and JJ can –”

“No!” You yell.

Everyone’s head snaps at you, shocking even yourself when you realize you’re standing.

“Don’t you want that picture deleted?” Kie asks, tone condescending and face one of disgust.

“Of course, I do!” Anxiety fizzes at your chest, your arms crossing tightly across your chest. “But I don’t want you guys to get in trouble for me. This is my mistake; I can fix it myself.”

“We can’t just let him hold onto it; he could send it to anyone! Show anyone!” JJ panics.

“Let us help you,” Pope says in a gentle tone.

You’re shaking your head stubbornly as they talk over each other. “No. I can’t ask that of you guys. I’ll figure something out.”

They don’t easily back down you find, which in other circumstances you would appreciate. After more arguing and denying their help, they eventually give in with forlorn faces. It’s awkward and you look out the windows.

“Anyone wanna teach me how to surf?”

After trial and error, you finally get to ride the wave without falling off. It only took you three hours. You scream in victory, pumping your arms which unstable you, and slip into the water. Laughing as you come back up, you’re pushed right back down by JJ and John B ambushing you, lifting you back to hold you like a trophy. You can’t stop laughing as everyone cheers.

Breathless, you trudge out of the water and flop down next to Sarah. The others stay with the waves. Their lessons distracted you from your current situation and you genuinely had fun head barreling into cold waves again and again.

“My body is going to hurt tomorrow; I just know it.” You sigh lightly. “Totally worth it though.”

Sarah smiles at you, and after a moment of looking at you knocks her shoulders with yours. “I just wanted to say… I’m sorry about Rafe. Our family doesn’t know where he came from, I think he was switched at birth.”

You sigh deeper this time. “You don’t have to be sorry.”

“I know but being on the end of Rafe’s wrath isn’t fun. Trust me, I’ve experienced it one too many times.” You see sincere worry etched on her face. “Just…try and avoid him if you can.”

You slowly bob your head along in agreement, eyebrows shooting up to look at her. “Like the plague.” You say seriously.

Sarah’s lips press together in a smile before giggles ring out as you lean into each other. Comparing Rafe to other diseases and disasters with Sarah until your stomach hurts from laughter.

Shared laughter in times of pain feels better than crying alone.

🌙

The swoosh of the glass door opening has you arousing from a deep sleep. Surfing had exhausted you, so you’re slow to realize that someone is crawling into bed with you.

“Lauren?” Your eyes are still closed as you're curled onto your side. She has the tendency to come into your room during the night if she’s had a nightmare and sleep with you. The bed dips and sways with the gentle movement, but she doesn’t answer. “You’re such a baby, what nightmare did you have now?” You sleepily ask, turning onto your back to look at her.

A scream scratches at your throat, but the sound gets trapped by a hand.  

Above you is Rafe. Strands of hair shadow his eyes, his hand pressing your head to the pillow. Too shocked to do anything but blink up at him, your heart’s a hummingbird as it rams at the cage of your ribs. His blue eyes are steady as they stare at you, motionless like marble, just his chest expanding with each breath. It's silent as your eyes bounce along his face, from his set jaw to the straining tendons of his neck.

It's a limbo of eye contact, yours swimming with fearful tears as he barely blinks. Finally, Rafe inches his head down, nose skimming your cheek, the tip nudging at your healing cut. It circles to the apple of your cheek, tickling your peach fuzz as he makes his way to your ear.

A heavy inhale, then a groan. Rafe whispers your name.

Your body comes back to life, ankles kicking up into the air, struggling to open your mouth wider to scream. It’s easy for Rafe to grip your jaw tightly, the heel of his other hand pressing at the hollow of your shoulder as fingers curl in to anchor you down. His beautiful sharp features are pinched in anger, pink lips hidden in a thin line.

“Did you think I wouldn’t come for you, little angel?” His voice is a husk of a whisper, short nails grooving their way in the soft flesh of your cheeks.

You squeal in pain, in fear as you see violent desire burn in his eyes. There’s no anger overclouding you this time, no clever idea coming to mind. Just the pang of your heart as you realize you're entirely alone with him.

It doesn’t stop you from fighting. Balling your hands and hitting at his chest, forcing your elbows to straighten to push at his face. Rafe scowls, leaning his weight on his hand over your mouth, your teeth painfully grinding at the inside of your mouth as his other hand wrestles to take both your wrists. You push and push, moving as fast and hard as you can but it takes Rafe a minute to ensnare your wrists and pin them over your head.

He pants out loud, hard gusts of air while boring down on you. Fingers squeezing your wrists hard enough to where you feel skin move and glide over the bone, chafing together. You struggle not to make any noise, so he doesn’t get the satisfaction of knowing he’s hurting you.

“No pogues to save you here,” Rafe smiles cruelly. Your eyes don’t hold back the disdain you feel, a muffled grunt tickling his palm when you arch and throw your body back. “Your little tantrums aren’t going to work.” He responds, twisting at your wrists to make you cry out. “Now… are you going to be nice and quiet?”

His forceful hold on your mouth pulls on your face, forcing you to nod up and down. Rafe smiles wide with a condescending coo. “Good girl.”

Ever so slowly, he relives the pressure on your mouth. As much as you want to scream for help, you stay quiet knowing he can simply overpower you. You’ll have to wait for a better chance to escape.

Rafe waits, his hand at the ready for any small sound you’d make. You refuse to speak. He’s the one that broke into your room, surely, he can start the conversation he so desperately wants to have. You force yourself to look bored, though your body is rigid with fear and primed for flight.

Rafe half smiles. “You know… if you needed surfing lessons you could’ve just asked me.”

Your flat expression breaks. “Have you been stalking me?”

You don’t know why you’re surprised, after all, he knew where your rental was and broke in, but knowing he watched from afar is somehow more disturbing.

“Yeah, watched those pogues put their hands all over you, dirtying you with their touch.” His free hand strokes gently on your jawline to your chin, fingers drafting over your throat, a light press to the divot between your collarbones. The touch warrants unwanted goosebumps, you can feel the strength he holds back.

There are a couple of options you have right now.

You can interrogate him on why he’s here? How does he know where to find you? Is he going to delete that picture? You’d waste your breath however, Rafe could easily dodge them.

You can beg him to get off you, pout and cry to appeal to a softer, more rational side of him. You seriously doubt Rafe is ever rational.

They led to the same position – with him over you and in control.

One option left.

“I loved the way they touched me.”

Getting him angry.

And it’s so easy.

His blue eyes darken as he squints, teeth revealing themselves as his upper lip curls, lowering his face close to you again. His anger is near boiling as he opens his mouth to retaliate but with satisfaction, you steamroll over him.    

“Especially when JJ did. Had a much better time with them than with you and that shitty coke you gave me!” You spit out.

That should get him pissed off enough that he’ll loosen his grip, and you’ll be quick to take advantage, you’ll poke at his eyes, and then…

Rafe smiles. A genuine smile, the anger slipping off like oil. A curious tilt to his head before he chuckles. “Coke? Is that what I told you?” He laughs again, boisterous. “I’m sorry baby I think I switched my baggies that night. I gave you that Special K.”

Your head jerks back in confusion, eyebrows creasing as you blink rapidly. Fuck, you hate him for making you ask: “What’s that?”

Rafe enjoys the way he has flipped the tables so quickly on you, laughter still reverberating in his chest. “You don’t know what K is?” You shake your head. “Y’know, K. Vitamin K? Ket?” Rafe hums, delighted.

Fingertips resume their trail across your chest when he finally answers. “Ketamine.”

Ketamine? Isn’t that a horse tranquilizer? Your eyes wander off to look behind him at the wall, disoriented with frustration at yourself and loathing for him. Vaguely, you remember feeling different that night, not the typical high you got with coke. It felt almost indescribable, dream-like. Like your heart was floating in your chest. Deep down you knew it wasn’t fully coke, but to learn it was a different drug entirely…You should’ve never taken anything from him. Why did you ever leave Louise’s side that night?

“It made you nice and relaxed for me,” Rafe continues during your silence. Taking advantage of your deep thinking to smell at your hairline. “Made you so damn needy.” He groans, thrusting his hips, and only now do you feel his hard-on. “Let’s recreate that night.”

Your eyes snap back to him, squealing and bucking like a wild horse. “In your fucking dreams!”

Rafe twists your wrists, the rub burning with each struggle you give. “Oh, you don’t wanna know what I dream about.” His insistent grinding forces your thighs apart. “Should I show you?”

Abruptly, his hand is pulling at your pajama shorts. The fabric cuts into your squirming hips as you hear the pop, pop, pop of seams breaking. Your erratic movements don’t deter him, your shorts are pulled off and reveal plain panties. Letting out a loud cry, you hope your family will hear, though they’re on different floors and on the opposite side of the house.

“Oh, no. None of that.” Rafe patronizes and before you can blink, cloth is in your mouth. “Remember these? Kept them as a little memento of you.”

You gag as he keeps pushing it further in, your tongue flat beneath the material making you drool rapidly, soaking it. Coughing makes it worse, that instinctual urge to spew out the uncomfortable presence strong but Rafe holds it there until drool is pooling and you're forced to swallow some of it.

“Can you taste my cum?”

His question is genuine and involuntary you sense the taste. The tang of something stale fills your tongue. It’s then, do you realize that your mouth is stuffed with your missing underwear. You kick your legs out angrily, a hidden tear skipping down as you gag again. Rafe huffs out laughter like it's no effort to hold you with one hand, arm bulging just the slightest. All you can see is his stupid face, but the rustling of clothes is undeniable, and it isn’t yours this time.

Rafe pushes his shorts down just enough to slip his hard cock out, the tip bumping on your clothed cunt. Your hips jolt back as Rafe settles his knees wider, rotating your thighs up so your feet aren’t grounded on the bed. It fucks with your balance and therefore your struggles, legs hanging up uselessly. Desperately, you shake your head and widen your eyes innocently, hoping to find some mercy inside him. Rafe coos at you, telling you how pretty you look, his fingers deftly hooking your panties to the side, revealing your bare pussy to him. It’s humiliating, the way he looks down at you, like a stolen prize he gets to devour.

You expect to feel his cock, pushing into you but you're surprised when it's his fingers petting at your slit. Whining, you shift your hips around trying to invade him, his touch oddly soft and exploring. Thumb pressing at your clit, circling and experimenting between various pressure. Rafe smirks when a strained moan is muffled.

“I dreamt about those lovely sounds you made. You could hardly get them out from how high you were.” Rafe reminisces, eyes bouncing between your face and pussy.

Fingers twisting, he angles his index and middle finger into you without warning. Squeezing your eyes shut, you bite on the fabric, ignoring the wet sensation covering his fingers. Shallowly, Rafe pumps his fingers in and out, a slight curl to them to hit at more sensitive spots. Pleasure steadily builds, the swipe of his thumb pulls at the hood of your clit, exposing the sensitive nub. The arch of his thumb is then rubbing on it, high whines stifled as your legs jerk.

His fingers pull out, your eyes popping open when you feel wet flesh trace at your lips. Vision blurry with tears, it takes a moment for everything to come into focus. Rafe is breathing heavily, mouth open in a half smile, fingertips smearing your juices across your lips. With you immobilized, Rafe looks like a sleep paralysis demon come to life. Hunched over as he nurses on your fear with pleasure. Rafe can’t keep his eyes still now, roving around your face, your tears to your chest. Dragging his hand down, he lifts your tank and reveals your bare tits. Your nipples are hard as you cave your chest in, trying to hide. The graze of his touch turns piercing when he twists your nipple, cruel laughter mixing with your yelps. He goes from one nipple to the other. Twisting, plucking, squeezing, making your nipples the most sensitive they’ve ever been. Sensitive skin reddening with the constant rough treatment. A single sweep of fingertips have you bowing your back in agonized pleasure, your tears soaking into your hairline.

One last squeeze and then Rafe’s hand is tugging your underwear to the side. Wildly, you shake your head no, grunting screams that shake your throat as your legs tense and kick. Your feet only find air and your throat finds Rafe’s hand around it. A warning squeeze.

Rafe chuckles, mocking a pout. “Don’t make me drug you again.”

He lets go of your throat to grip his cock, slapping it on your slit a few times, sliding it through your folds to coat himself. The tip pokes at your hole which makes your body tense up, but Rafe follows your body like the waves, pushing in and then back.

“Gotta relax or this’ll hurt far more than you’ll like,” Rafe mutters.

Your panties hide your curses at him, your body doing the opposite as your entrance tightens more. Rafe’s eyes flicker up at you in irritation. He crooks his head and forces halfway in. Even with the panties absorbing your screams, the gurgling of them is clearly heard, body twisting this way and that. Your tears run like constant rivers, the thick width of his cock burning its way in as you’re forced to stretch open. You work your pelvis floor and lower ab muscles to squeeze him out. Rafe grits his teeth as he stops moving his hips.

“Fuck.”

You’re too rigid for him to keep sliding in, not wet enough for his length to sneak deeper. His the biggest you’ve ever had, and you aren’t prepped enough to take him. Rafe’s determined though, rolling, and thrusting, filling you until his hips are flushed to you. Groans spill from him, some of them overpowering your own. The pressure of his cock is deep, that uncomfortable twinge pulling at the inside of your belly button. Once he has every inch inside you, he stalls for a few breaths, his eyes half lidden as he stares at the conjunction between you.

When he begins to pull back, you expect him to go all the way, but Rafe is always full of surprises. He pulls back a bit, only to ram right back in. It hurts to be so split open like this, knocking at your cervix with each harsh nudge, balls slapping at your ass. The grip on your wrists has made the skin numb, the other hand pushing down on your stomach when you arch your back to escape. You feel so full like you're going to burst at the seams like you’re breaking.

His hand creeps down to your hip, fingers gripping so hard the flesh is bubbled between the web of his fingers, pressing hard until your hips are tilting against the bed. The angle allows his cock to massage your top walls more acutely, slicking his cock to smoothly thrust in and out. It’s humiliating to be so wet for something your mind knows is wrong, a war on your body as the pleasure is infusing through the roadways of your nerve endings until your whole body is under a constant state of quivering.

“F-Fuck, I remember every second of that night.” Rafe grunts, head hanging as he watches the way his dick glistens before snapping his hips again. “The way you opened for me, so sweet. So eager.” The animalistic moans he lets out are almost as obscene as the sound of your slippery pussy.

“So fucking – shit – tighter now. Trying to push me out. Not goin’ anywhere until I cum in this pussy.”

The bed shakes back on the wall from how hard he drives his cock down, the slide getting easier with every thrust. The smell of him is tickling your senses suddenly and you realize you’ve closed your eyes. His mouth is hot along your trembling skin, lips smoothing the goosebumps that don’t seem to go away. Noisy, sloppy kisses imprint on your collarbones to your tits, a keening moan heard in your throat when his mouth envelopes one nipple. You almost forgot how sensitive they were. Your ribs twitch from the sucking, the tip of his tongue torturing you as it sends electric tremors down to your stomach. It's like you’re walking backwards to your doom because you don’t even know you're at the edge until you’re tripping at the point of no return when your body freezes.

It's painful when you cum, like a knot has wormed around your muscles, locking up in a spasm. An aching hurt of pleasure twists you up, coiling like a snake as you just keep cumming because Rafe won’t stop. Won’t stop his brutal pounding as he praises you with good girl, that’s it, take it, take it. Won’t stop pushing his cock in like he’s trying to make a home inside you, right underneath your ribcage.

Rafe’s moans reach their own high peak, vibrating into your breastbone and somewhere in the fog, you realize your wrists are free. Both of his arms are tucked under your back, crashing your chests together. The jerking of his cock feels odd in you, knowing he’s pouring his cum into you, but too fucked out to do anything. All you can think is thank God for birth control.

Time slows, Rafe holding you with relaxing muscles, barely there, slow kisses anywhere he can reach. The gentleness annoys you. With what little strength you have, you push at him until he lands next to you on the bed. Coughing while you gag, you take your drenched panties out of your mouth, heavy drool stringing along and then breaking as you throw them wherever, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Get out,” Your voice is raspy. “You got what you wanted."

Before you can move out of the bed to clean yourself up and cry in the bathroom, Rafe’s arm hooks over your stomach. Warm breath fogs over your shoulder and you grimace when his wet cock nudges at the back of your thigh. You haven’t gained enough energy to fully struggle in his hold, just a growl and a weak elbow to his abs.

“Aw, sweet angel.” He kisses the nook of your neck. “That night…Did you think I only fucked you once?”

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[skyeslittlecorner]

Hey love, I was wondering how your oc looked like and personality? Cuz I couldn’t find anything on your blog

I hope you didn't waste too much time on this, because there's really nothing to look for. Never revealed her. I can serve you with my texts, but when it comes to talking about my own OCs, I'm terrible at it-

But it seems better late than never, so meet my lady.

Huge, huuuge thanks for @katy-the-same-as-tsuki for help in design and info card (she's basically Evi's Godmother), and @vilaenor for cutest chibi fanart! 🧡 I myself cannot even hold a pencil, my tool of crime is a quill, so thanks again!!!

[For interested, more info below the cut!]

Bio

As a child, she was a ray of happiness, learning to play instruments with her flutist mother, and spent a lot of time in the forests and mountains near where she lived, camping with her father. That day, she was preparing for the first try to reach the summit of Mount Bukhsansan with her parents. Waking up early in the morning, checking her child's backpack, she was excited like never before. Until bangs and slashes rang out on the first floor. Scream, blood, police sirens. She doesn't remember much from that day, but from that moment on, everything changed.

The family friends who took care of her were lovely. They acted as if she were their niece, and she truly adored them, but the whispers full of pity and the memories mixed with nightmares made her head brain go wild. Her vigor turned into outbursts interspersed with days of stoic silence. What was going on in her mind? Even psychologists didn’t know. She aimed to find out who destroyed her life and take revenge. No more loved ones will be taken away from her.  For this purpose, she was ready to make a pact with the devil himself. 

The summit of Mount Bukhsansan isn’t the hardest to reach, but for her broken heart, it’s higher than Mount Everest. And she decided that one day she will climb it. The day, when her heart will feel light again, will be a farewell to the past and the beginning of her new life.

Personality

Strong, rational and cold as Antarctica. Like a sharp knife that always hits the target. Distant friends think of her as a machine fueled by delusions, when her loved ones suffer seeing this wounded child lose herself in her own spiral of madness.

She knows survival and self-defense very well and spends a lot of time practicing. Persistent, or rather, damn stubborn. Her trust issues and high intelligence only make it worse, because she became a master at rationalizing her illusions.

Seems to have no empathy. However, this is the result of the fact that she has been through a lot and small problems do not make an impression on her. Deep down, she understands others' emotions well, but first she would have to deal with her own.

Trivias

Worked in a small music store to earn money for criminology studies.

Her parents came to Korea from Europe, hence her tall height.

The first days in Hell were a shock, and Satan got hit in the head as soon as he got within a meter. Self-defense reflexes. He truly misses those times.

Never starts a fight on her own, has to be provoked. Unless it's Satan. His very existence is a provocation (affectionate). More like a hunter who hides and watches preys.

Meeting Andrealphus shattered her worldview. It was only when she saw their similarity that she began to question her priorities.

Her fixation on porn began when she was having a huge crisis. Filled with emptiness, she wanted to feel anything. Over time, this numbness passed (or rather she got used to it), but once she became a connoisseur, why not continue.

She would rather fix the tap than do the laundry. Just doesn't like household chores, that’s why Minhyeok was doing it.

Ending note

I tried to marry the canon with my own ideas to keep as many features from the game as possible, and at the same time give her at least some depth. Some people asked about her, so I leave it to you, feel free to do whatever you want!

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb mc #whb oc #skye's little talk