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#astronomy#crater#crater as fuck#goclenius crater#moon#selenar surface feature appreciation post#moon appreciation#crater appreciation#yippee :3
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bro does anyone know what to do against bad skin i'm SICK
#i'm 21 with ACNE and pores the size of craters#i've done EVERYTHING in the book literally nothing helps i'm so :(((#if anyone has product recs that don't cost me a kidney i'd appreciate it sm
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So you know how Amengozen is the space and time sword? What if Amengozen the divine being can rewind time as far it wants, but only to the moment of its creation, so when sskk just barely defeat it, it will just rewind time, and sskk will have to do it again better. That way they can save Teruko, Kunikida, and whoever else will soon perish in this dark timeline.
I'm fairly convinced that as a singularity (center of a black hole), Amenogozen has only taken those he's consumed somewhere else, and I think Atsushi and Akutagawa are going to form a white hole that will connect them to the others.
#bsd#bungou stray dogs#i appreciate this theory#but did you see that massive crater in the ground lined with layered torii gates like a shinto shrine but Existentially Hair Raising#i think we are past time travel#i think we're nearing a breakdown of the fourth wall and past and present#i do love the idea of sskk double feature though#i will be chewing on this
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yknow i have a lot of aus in my brain but the one currently spinning in my lobes is a stardust au. like. honestly it really works both ways like. i feel like thematically it's probably more appropriate for ted to be the star, changing trent's life forever, but my first thought was like. michelle asks ted to bring her a star, because he's always trying so hard to please her and she needs space and he will literally pluck a star from the sky if it means making her happy--only instead he finds a man where that star fell (he's beautiful, but ted tries not to notice) who's rather disgruntled with being on the ground, suddenly. and like. idk man i'd have to watch the movie again to really get into this au either way but i am just spinning it. slowly rotating it.
#like i appreciate that star!ted probably makes more sense but i just have this like#really really strong mental image of trent half on the ground#hair in his face and disheveled and in a crater and so far from home so alone. and he's just. glowing. shining#anyway there'd be a lot of logistics to work out--presumably michelle and ted are already divorced or can somehow work that out BEFORE#the whole burgeoning romance#and like. how do the kids fit in? i can definitely make henry fit but would crimmlet đ#this is stupid probably but i just have the image of like when theyre with teh sky pirates#trent--a STAR--coming across a little stowaway#and yes that whole montage of like. swordfighting + dancing + bonding with the pirates but also trent. accidentally acquires. a daughter!#a whole daughter. that's an entire child#but like. this is beginning to really skew from the actual plot of stardust but that's okay i'm going off vibes#so like. trent is falling in love (something something star falling from the sky?) and he knows that ted is tryin gto bring him back#to the person he really loves#that he's a catalyst for ted's happiness but not the cause#and he expects ted to let him down gently#and like. he imagines a million ways it'll go and in the best ones ted still worries about him and wants to be his friend#and trent tells him not to worry because he doesn't want to go back to the sky anymore. he has a little girl to look after.#so they can still be friends. (and trent's okay with that! really!)#never in a million years does he think ted will choose him#also from michelle's pov this has got to be wild. you tell your ex husband you'll consider trying again if he brings her a star#bc that's insane but it'll get him off your back for a while#and then he comes back with some guy with fabulous hair and is like#good news! i found the star. bad--or. weird? weird news! i'm in love with him.#like. alright. that's one way to secure the divorce. cool.#oh so henry has a sister now? interesting. cool. cool cool cool. hey ted remember our therapi#like ted isnt actually trying to get michelle back you see hes trying to get NORMALCY back#his family with henry his happiness etc#and trent and co (THE PIRATES ARE THE PLAYERS ARENT THEY DKFJNFK) help him realize he cant go back#but he can go forward#tvtcau
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Poke them dimples!
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I have to recommend part 4 of your Bolts series for FF, babes. itâs just so deliciously indulgent with the perfect amount of fluff and feelings mixed in!! It just cemented me as a Buckles shipper đđ
I canât even begin to describe how much more in love I am with Chuckles and Crater now. Iâd do anything for them. If thereâs ever a part 5, I am so here for it!! No pressure of course, but youâre such an amazing writer and thank you for blessing us with this masterpiece!!
The Blitz
ERIN MY ABSOLUTE BELOVED, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!
And I'll be honest, I had SO MUCH FUN writing this series, I would NOT close the door on a potential Part 5. I'm so glad you love Chuckles and Crater, because GODDAMMIT I do too. And there's been SUCH an outpouring of love, I AM STILL TRYING TO REPLY TO ALL THE COMMENTS. SO THANK YOU ALL.
Also... would now be a good time to tell you all Bolts's real name starts with "B" to keep "Buckles" alive?
Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)
#FANDOM FRIDAY#creator appreciation#fic rec#fanfiction#fan fic#star wars#the clone wars#tcw#nsft#lemon#lemony lemon#clone OC#Crater x you#Crater x reader#chuckles x reader#chuckles x you#OC Crater#OC Chuckles#Gregor#Gregor x reader#Gregor x you
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#i am a child sometimes#who gave me access to art programs?#i spent too much time on this stupid joke#it was fun though#sorry if the colour transitions arenât the smoothest#still figuring out the best way to blend#each colour is picked from the moons btw#and i tried to make the blobs looks vaguely like craters?#hopefully i succeeded lol#and those colours are from the corresponding moon too#anyways#like i said#i had a good time making a dumb joke#i hope at least one other person appreciates it đ
#legit kinda proud of this ngl guys
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DELICATE â psh. â (teaser)
does love ever cross the line?
# genre: rich kid!enemy!sunghoon x fem!reader, forbidden love, enemies to lovers, slow burn, family feud, non idol au
# warnings: substances, lots of pining/angst, cursing, insults, mature jokes, implied sex, I have no idea how businesses work plz donât roast me
# featuring: sunghoon & enha! + le sserafim
# playlist: delicate by taylor swift, take care by beach house, love by kendrick lamar, babydoll by dominic fike, hurts so good by astrid s
# a/n: hello all! been a long time :,( my life has taken several turns since I started this account, and I've been so preoccupied with my own bs that running this blog is becoming harder than ever... hence my little disappearing act. but I don't want to disappoint u guys! this fic was supposed to be released several months but it completely slipped my mind :( I decided to log in once again to finally let you all see it! I hope you like it and I hope to be back again soon đ much love to all my dedicated readers and I appreciate you all more than you know!
# word count: 13.2k
# taglist: @lovialy @minniejenseo @powerpuffstuts @mnxnii @idkdykilr @ionlyreadforfanfics @heelovesmeknot @100520s @simjyunnie @scrumptiousloser @eneiyri @pinkkami @milkycloudtyg @enhypenlovre @pinkkami @m3chigo @saythenameseventeen178 @desistay @capri-cuntz.@taerifin @ohmykwonsoonyoung @vixensss
# unable to tag: @hohohobo
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when your fatherâs company cratered after a faulty business deal, a vendetta was formed between your family and the biggest export company in south korea. but that rivalry begins to falter when you fall in love with the ceoâs son.
[more under the cut!]
You hated the business world.Â
It was ruthless. Bloodless. It had no heart and no compassion. It taught you that humans were created to tear their own kind apart; it was a dog eat dog world.
A couple years ago, your familyâs company went bankrupt, and you blamed it all on the Park Company. Fine, maybe your father held some culpability for throwing his business away in a deal that was obviously so faulty. But naivete and malice were entirely different things altogether; one was mostly harmless. The other? Not so much.
The Park Company was the most ruthless corporation in the business world. Working in any kind of business guaranteed running into them sooner or later. And now, not only had they run your business into the ground, they owned over Ÿ of your companyâs wealth in stock. Not that it was worth much anyway.
Well, it turns out fixing your fatherâs mistake was a little harder than you thought. Reviving a company from the dead was difficult, especially when public opinion wasnât exactly favorable. So you made the riskiest decision yet; to start from scratch. You invested all your familyâs ruined fortune on establishing your dream hotel. Even if it was the last thing you did, you would have more than a ruined corporation as your legacy.
With ten cents to your name and a pipe dream, you managed to create what would later be the most successful hotel chain in South Korea. Your wealth grew, and so did your reputation. Some praised you for making such a comeback, some degraded you for your familyâs mistakes. And it definitely didnât help that your father became a raging drunkard after his failure, raving the streets like a maniac. You even considered having him taken out just so heâd stop damaging your reputation, but you decided against it. To you, it didnât matter. Your success was your only concern.
Destroying your life was all in a dayâs work for the Parks. They were so obscenely powerful, that losing a mere company like yours was like losing an eyelash. Meaningless. You were nothing to them.
You hated them with a vengeance. They didnât even know your name.
Or so you thought.
âââ
Awards banquets were Sunghoonâs least favorite part of being in business. Forget the ruthlessness and backstabbing, dressing up in a suit and pretending to be successful blew all that warfare out of the water.
âItâs too tight.â
âItâs fine. Youâll be fine. Just stop complaining.â
âIâm not kidding, Jake. Loosen it or Iâll kill you.â Jake sighed, tugging on the navy blue tie until it was hanging loosely around Sunghoonâs neck, a stark and messy contrast to his crisp black suit and neat button up.
âJesus Christ. After fifteen years, youâd think youâd know how to tie a tie.â Jake said, shaking his head as his best friend checked his hair in the mirror.Â
âAre you sure we have to go to this thing tonight?â Sunghoon huffed, brushing a stray piece of hair into place.
âDonât be stupid. Youâve been going to these galas since you were six, and dragging me along with you.â Jake scoffed, pushing Sunghoonâs head from behind and ruining his hairstyle yet again, the latter glaring at him.
Jake Sim, heir to the Sim corporation. An airplane manufacturing company that was this close to going under when the Parks took pity and bought nearly all their stock. These days, their company was worth next to nothing, but young Sunghoon took Jake under his wing, and there was no escaping now, to his chagrin. Though theyâd never admit it, they had grown very fond of each other.
âYou love it.â Sunghoon teased, tearing his eyes away from the mirror after checking his hair a last time. âGod, I canât believe weâre still having these idiotic galas. Everyone just knows theyâre a coverup for big corporations to distract from the fact that theyâre abusing their poor workers.â
âNobody cares these days. Put a bow on anything and the media will eat it up.â Jake said, adjusting his tie before slapping his friend on the shoulder. âReady to ruin some lives? Destroy some young futures?â
âNot funny.â Sunghoon warned, pointing his finger at Jake while trying to tug on his shoes with the other hand. âYou know how much I hate the company.â
âSay that as much as you want, but youâre still wearing shoes bought with your daddyâs blood money.â Sunghoon huffed.
âHm...I suppose youâre right.â he said, putting his hands on his hips.
âCâmon, letâs get you to the ball, Prince Charming.â Jake dragged Sunghoon out of the room by the wrist, locking it behind him, Sunghoon in tow.
Sunghoon sighed. God, how he hated his life. A legacy built on deception, and nothing he could do about it. Him and Jake made their way to the elevators, his dull eyes disappearing behind the closing doors.
He didnât belong anywhere. Certainly not here.
âââ
On the other side of the city, you were having an entirely different conversation.
âTake that off, Chae.â you said, biting into an apple. Your red lipstick bled into the fruit as you stared judgingly at Chaewonâs enormous diamond necklace.
âBut itâs so pretty.â she crossed her arms, but you gave her a stern glance and she turned around to change with a roll of her eyes. âAnd you, put that out.â you swatted at Jayâs hand, a lit cigarette perched between his two fingers, roiling smoke spilling from the top. âYouâre gonna make my new dress smell like smoke.â
âJeez, whatâs got your panties in a twist?â Jay asked, putting out his cigarette on the corner of the coffee table, which made you frown. âNo need to stress. Youâve done this business routine a million times over.â
âIâm just nervous, I guess.â you said, hands fidgeting in your lap.
âI thought you didnât care what the Parks thought about you.â
âI donât.â you said firmly, tongue poking into the flesh of your left cheek. âI just want things to go smoothly, thatâs all.â
âSo youâre not gonna stand up to those fuckers that ruined your life? No protest?â Jay asked, resting his chin on his hand. âYou always wanted to take them down.â
âOf course I do. But tonightâs not the night.â you sighed, rubbing your forehead, smudging your foundation and cursing when you realized what you had done. âI just want to be put together, just for one night.â
âWell you certainly look the part, honey.â he said, eyes trailing over your floor length red gown. âYouâre a proper businesswoman.â
âI hope so.â you laughed.
âYouâre gonna kill it. I know it for a fact.â Jay said, pressing a kiss to your cheek before standing. âNow letâs get you to this ball.â You grinned up at him, getting to your feet and brushing the dust off your skirt with determination.
âLetâs show these people who the Queen company is.â
âââ
When the email stated âan intimate gatheringâ, you didnât exactly expect nearly 300 people crammed into a dancing hall. The building was bursting at the seams to hold all the milling guests as they sipped on champagne and dined on fine food, laughing boisterously, teeth chattering. You hid your mouth behind the rim of your glass. You didnât want to talk to a single person tonight.
Across the room, Sunghoon was doing the same. He had just about enough of the noise, and was considering running to the bathroom to hide when his father clapped him on the back and engaged him in a conversation he didnât care about.
You wished you could escape.
He wished he could escape.
You stood, leaving your empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter as you walked around the crowded hall, searching the crowd for anything of interest. Your eyes landed on the desserts, and you beelined for the table of sugary treats, hoping to at least find a bit of solace in them, head down as you avoided the public eye.
Your hand bumped into anotherâs when you reached for the tiramisu.
âOh, excuse me.â he said softly. He was beautiful. Dark eyes, silken hair and pink lips. His posture was straight as a ruler, shoulders back and a kind look on his face. It was almost too cliche, running into this beautiful stranger.Â
If only you didnât know who he was.
You turned to look at him, eyes meeting. âItâs you.â you said, and he stiffened at the sight of your face. âI was wondering when we would meet.â
Sunghoon wasnât expecting the daughter of the Queen Company to be so beautiful. Sure, he had seen pictures, but they had never done you justice. And putting a face to the name was suddenly making him dizzy.
âHello.â he said politely, avoiding your eyes as he gulped, throat dry. âIâm Park Sunghoon. Son of the Park company president.â
âOh, I know who you are.â you waved him off. âNo need for introductions between us. Time is valuable, letâs not waste it.â
âAnd patience is a virtue, so letâs make time.â Sunghoon said, smiling a tight lipped smile with his hands behind his back.
You looked at him skeptically. You didnât think it was possible for Sunghoon to be more of a prick than you expected him to be, but he had somehow done it.
âY/n Y/l/n,â you said, holding out your hand for a handshake. âPresident of the Queen company.â Rather than shaking your hand, Sunghoon bowed his head, his lips brushing over your knuckles as he held your hand, pressing a chaste kiss to it.
âCharmed.â he said, and your brows raised instinctively.
âIâm sure.â you scoffed, pulling your hand away and rubbing it on the side of your dress in disgust. Sunghoonâs eye twitched. âNow if you donât mind, Iâm rather busy.â
âWith what, buzzing around the dessert table?â
âWith running a business.â you snapped, turning on your heel and walking away as fast as you could. Sunghoon watched, listening to the faint clicking of your off-brand heels against the marble floor, shaking his head the moment you were out of sight.
He totally fucked that up.
âJesus, that guy is more of an asshole than I thought.â you huffed, taking your assigned seat and placing the desserts you had gathered on the table, Chaewon excitedly reaching for a mango pudding.
âWhat, is that even possible?â Jay asked, sparking up another cigarette. You swatted the lighter out of his hand, and he scowled.
âApparently so.â you sighed, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms. You couldnât wait for this night to end. You could feel eyes on you from all sides, judging, watching your next move. Waiting for you to fuck up, waiting for you to make a mistake or a rash decision they could broadcast to the media.
âI think we started off of on the wrong foot.â you heard a voice say from behind you, and you craned your neck to meet the eyes of Park Sunghoon, yet again. Those damn dark eyes. Swimming with emotion.
âI think thereâs a reason for that.â you responded sharply, quick as a whip.
âLetâs start over. What do you say?â he grinned, leaning his head down until he was at your level, ignoring the stares he received from your friends.
âI say Iâd rather die than become acquainted with you. Sorry.â you said very unapologetically, pleased with the put-out expression on his face.
âWell,â he said, straightening up and adjusting his jacket indignantly. âDoesnât someone have an enormous chip on her shoulder.â Your smug expression crashed, morphing into a scowl. âPleasure to meet you, Ms. Y/l/n.â With that, he stalked away, nose turned up and an unpleasant look on his face.
âStupid piece of shit.â Jay said, sparking up his cigarette with the lighter he retrieved from the floor. You didnât try to stop him, just stewing in your own displeasure. You couldnât believe that audacious bastard. Was he aware that his family was the sole reason for the âenormous chip on your shoulderâ?
You tried not to let it get to you, and quickly gave up. Suddenly, this was feeling all too real, and you got to your feet, brushing off your dress, bunching it in your hands. You felt like you were going to throw up.
âBathroom.â you mumbled, pushing your way past to get to the exit.
âââ
If you didnât know better, youâd think Park Sunghoonâs spirit was haunting you on purpose. The only thing convincing you otherwise was the fact that he was alive and well âto your chagrin.
You sat, fuming from your office as his snotty face stared at you from a newly mounted billboard across the street, a wide smile on his face as he endorsed some brand of cologne. So not only was he a scumbag businessman, now he was some kind of model? It turned your stomach to think about it.
âI want that billboard down, now.â you grumbled, dropping your head onto your desk in despair as Jay watched you with amusement.
âI can get someone to set it on fire, if you want.â
âNot necessary, but I appreciate the thought.â you said, standing and pacing around the room restlessly. âWe need to take them down.â Jay snorted, taking a seat in one of your office chairs, twirling around comfortably.
âWhat, take down the biggest corporation in the country? Itâs not as easy as it seems, honey.â You glared at him, continuing to pace. âLook, donât get me wrong. I wholeheartedly support your ventures to destroy Park Sunghoon, but donât you think your fury is a bit misplaced? His father is the one that destroyed your company.â
âEvil by association.â you waved him off. âPlus, heâs rude.â
âCanât disagree with that.â Jay took a long drag. You hadnât even noticed that he lit a cigarette, and you rolled your eyes at him.
âYou seriously need to stop smoking.â
âIâll stop when you stop seeking vengeance.â
â...Touche.â
âââ
You seriously needed a vacation from work. After five 16 hour shifts, the exhaustion was beginning to set in. You couldnât even remember the last time you went out with friends. A couple of years ago, there wasnât a weekend where you, Jay and Chaewon werenât in some hole in the wall drinking until you forgot your failures. But ever since your company took off, you didnât have time for that behavior. But that didnât mean you didnât enjoy a good dive bar now and then.
You snuck through the entrance of your favorite dive bar on the East side of the city, your slip skirt waving in the wind as you nodded to the security. This was the only bar in South Korea that wouldnât sell you out to the papers, and besides that, they made a damn good Manhattan.
There were less than 10 people in the whole place, an odd couple here or there and some folks in need of a pick-me-up. You took a seat in the middle of the bar, your usual seat at the end taken by a sodden boy with a big hood that covered his face.
âHey, Won.â you greeted the bartender as he wiped his hands with a towel, smiling at your entrance.
âHey, y/n.â he said, throwing the towel over his shoulder. You heard the man beside you stir. âManhattan?â
âYou know it.â Jungwon reached for a bottle of whiskey, expertly mixing and measuring like it was muscle memory, finishing your cocktail with a flourish and sliding it over the counter. You had gone to high school with Jungwon and Sunoo, the two men who owned the bar, and had been friends ever since. You trusted them.
âHowâs the business?â he asked, leaning with his elbows resting on the marble. âSaw you on the news the other day. Said you stormed out of the Parkâs gala.â
You sighed, âYeah. Itâs been a tough week.â
âI hear that,â he said, straightening up with a grin. âYouâll get through it, stronger than ever. You always do.â you smiled, pressing the rim of the glass to your lips.
âThanks, Won.â
âNo problem. Just kick those greedy bitches in the ass for me.â That elicited a chuckle from you, Jungwon smiling upon hearing your laugh. âIâll go get Sunny. Iâm sure heâll wanna say hi.â
âIâd love that.â you said gratefully, watching as Jungwon weaved around the back of the bar and into the back room. You looked down, sipping your drink, lost in thought.
âWhat are you doing here?â A grating, angry voice interrupted your haze. You turned to the boy sitting beside you, and it felt like you lost your buzz in an instant.
âYouâve gotta be fucking kidding me.â you said, staring into the dark eyes of your nemesis yet again, this time foggy with drunkeness. âYou seriously had to find the one place where I could escape your face?â he asked bitterly, taking another swig of his vodka soda.
âMy face? Thereâs a sixty foot billboard of your face outside my window.â you grumbled, and he snorted gracelessly. You could tell by his hoodie being pulled forward and his bangs covering most of his face that he was trying to hide, just like you. âIâve been going to this bar for four years.â
âLucky you. I just found it last week.â he took another sip. You suddenly felt silly sitting multiple stools away from him, but youâd be damned before moving closer. âThis is the only place that wonât sell me out to the press,â he sighed. âAnd their bartender is pretty damn good.â You observed the four empty glasses sitting beside him, the way he was slurring his words. Clearly he had come here for the same reason you had.
âWonâs a pro.â you said, averting your eyes. The Sunghoon before you was throwing you off. He had humanity, and you hated it. It gave you a reason to hate him a little less than before.
Jungwon emerged from the back, a bright faced brunette in tow. Grateful for the excuse to end the conversation with Sunghoon, you leapt out of your seat and rounded the bar to pull the man into a hug.
âHey, Sunny!â you said brightly, and he grinned.
âI didnât get a hug.â Jungwon rolled his eyes, reaching for a bottle of tequila to complete another order.
âHowâve you been?â Sunoo asked, releasing you to get a good look at your face. âWow, itâs been awhile since youâve been in here. You look all adult-like.â You scoffed, brushing him off. âWhereâs Jay and Chae? I havenât seen them in months.â
âI didnât tell them I was coming.â you admitted.
âAh, one of those nights?â he asked, and you nodded. âYou busy working? Iâve seen you in the news, the companyâs looking good.â Sunghoon snorted from beside you, and you resisted the urge to glare.
âPretty busy, yeah. The business world is a battlefield right now.â you said with a pointed look at the man beside you who slammed his glass down on the counter.
âAnother.â he muttered, and Jungwon looked him up and down skeptically.
âI think youâre done for the night. Iâve gotta cut you off.â Won said decisively, and Sunghoon looked up at him with glassy eyes.
âFuck, whatever.â he said, getting up from his seat and drunkenly stumbling, tripping as he dismounted from the stool, using the counter to steady himself.
âHe doesnât look so good.â Sunoo said quietly, and you watched him, poking your tongue into the flesh of your cheek in confliction.
âYou need help?â Jungwon said, ready to assist as he clapped a hand on Sunghoonâs shoulder, but the older boy shook him off frustratedly.
âIâm fine, get your hands off of me.â he stuttered, swiping at him.
âHey, Iâm just trying to help.â Jungwon said defensively, shaking his head as Sunghoon tried, failing, to make his way to the door. You huffed, setting your drink down and abandoning the last sip as you made your way to him.
âHey, stop being an idiot. Letâs get you a taxi.â you chastised, and he scowled.
âI donât want help from you.â Sunghoon mumbled, and you rolled your eyes.
âYouâre drunk, Sunghoon. Itâd be a nightmare if the news caught you wandering on the street.â That made him think, and he begrudgingly wrapped an arm around your shoulders, refusing to speak.
âYou need help?â Sunoo called after you, and you waved back at him.
âDonât worry, I know him. Put the Manhattan on my tab.â
âItâs on the house, angel. Get home safe.â Jungwon said, and you sent him a grateful wave as you attempted to get Sunghoon out the door, shutting it behind you.
âWhy are you doing this?â Sunghoon said, almost incoherent. âYou couldâve sold me out to the press. To get your revenge.â You pondered his question, then shrugged.
âI canât say I donât want to.â you admitted. âBut youâre vulnerable right now. I know what it feels like to be blindsided when youâre defenseless. I wouldnât do that to anyone. Clearly not even my worst enemy.â Sunghoon snorted.
âYouâre a good person.â he mumbled, his eyes practically closed with the weight of his exhaustion and intoxication.
âTake notes.â you chuckled as you texted your driver, simultaneously attempting to get Sunghoon over to a bench. âI called a car for you, so just sit tight.â You both sat in silence, staring into the dark city, breath fogging in the air.
âI am sorry, yâknow.â Sunghoon said, nose and cheeks red from the cold air. âAbout what my father did. I never would have condoned it if I had the power to stop him.â You stared at him blankly, before the corners of your lips turned up.
âThanks. You must really be drunk.â He chuckled in response.
âYeah, maybe.â He shook his head.
âYâknow, Sunghoon,â you started. âI hope you run the company the way you think it should be run. Stand up for yourself.â He didnât respond to that, just staring at the floor, twiddling his thumbs.Â
âYeah,â he said after a moment. âI think I will.â A car pulled up to the curb, and you sighed in relief. Sunghoon stood up, insisting he was fine when you tried to help.
âGoodbye, Sunghoon.â He looked back at you in silence, before nodding.
âGet home safe.â And with that, he shut the door of the car, the engine rumbling as he turned the corner and disappeared into the night.
âââ
Park Sunghoon was an idiot. And he was finally beginning to accept it.
He woke up with a pounding headache, grimacing and gripping his forehead in pain. It felt like there was an 80 decibel bass pounding his head, and he blamed it all on the vodka soda. And you, of course. You were making his head spin.
He stumbled out of bed, attempting to shove his feet into the slippers next to his bed, confused to find that they were pink and at least three sizes too small.
âMorning, sunshine.â a feminine voice called, and Sunghoon was beginning to realize that this wasnât his home at all. He froze as a beautiful young woman stepped out from the bathroom, a lush robe wrapped around her body. âFeeling sober?â
âHow did I get here?â Sunghoon asked, dropping back onto the bed as the woman snickered, reaching into her closet.
âYou were on the floor whining and crying outside the office building. I took you home when the press got wind of your theatrics. Remind me to get a key to your apartment copied if youâre gonna keep acting like this.â
âYou donât need a key, Yunjin. Donât be stupid.â Sunghoon rubbed his head, frustrated. He didnât even remember going to the office in the first place, much less being picked up by her; aka the daughter of his fatherâs closest business partner, aka the woman he was predicted to wed if all things went his familyâs way.
He wasnât partial to the idea. Neither was she.
âA thank you would be nice.â Yunjin rolled her eyes, emerging from the closet fully dressed, already on the phone and pulling on a pair of high heels. âNow get out of my apartment. I have to get to work.â She tossed him a key and a fresh tee shirt from her closet. âGet dressed and lock up when youâre done.â
âGot it.â Sunghoon said, rubbing his eyes and pulling the tee shirt over his head. Yunjin looked back at him, tongue poking into her cheek.
âMy mother still wants me to marry you, yâknow.â
âWell she and my mother have that in common.â He rolled his eyes. She frowned.
âYouâre too careless, Sunghoon.â The door shut, and Sunghoon was left to think about her words. His mind raced as he recalled the night before.
Your kindness.
Your smile.
How he apologized and didnât think twice.
He shook his head, shuffling to the kitchen and opening the fridge, the cold tile pressing against his feet. Maybe he was too careless.
âââ
The room felt stuffy, and so did your nose. You wondered if you were catching a cold, or if you were just allergic to business dinners.
âHey, y/n.â Jake said, taking a seat beside you. You wiped your nose, flashing him a tight smile.
âHey.â you replied, looking at your lap. Jake was one of the rare people you respected, and part of that was due to his companyâs failure, like yours. He had built it back up to its former glory, but remained humble. You didnât mind him. He was sweet.
âYou seem bored.â he said, watching as you stared at the floor, clearly ambivalent toward what was happening around you.
âAstute observation.â you chuckled under your breath.
âI get it. These dinners can seem like a chore.â he said, picking up his wine glass by the stem. âTrust me, Iâve been going to them since I was six.â
âLucky you.â you snickered. âWhy do you even bother?â âSunghoon always drags me here one way or another.â Your mood visibly dampened at the mention of his name, and you took a sip of your wine, hiding your mouth behind the lip of your glass. âHow are things between you two?â
âIf he dropped dead, I wouldnât cry at his funeral.â you cleared your throat.
âBut you wouldnât cheer either?â Jake grinned, and you rolled your eyes.
âWhatever.â
âBaby steps.â he laughed, and you failed to suppress a smile. âIâm happy nonetheless. Itâs nice to see you get along.â You wiped your nose again.
âThatâs a stretch.â you scoffed. As if summoned to disprove you, the presence of Park Sunghoon suddenly entered your view, his hands tucked into his pockets. You couldnât help but notice how nice he looked when his hair was pushed back.
âMind if I borrow the lady for a moment?â he cleared his throat and Jake stood, flashing you a knowing look when Sunghoon wasnât watching.
âPoint taken.â you grumbled, as Jake snickered to himself, making himself busy on the other side of the room. After a moment of hesitation, Sunghoon took his seat.
âHi.â he said slowly, and you nodded in acknowledgement. The energy was painfully awkward. âUm, I just wanted to say sorry about the other night. I havenât really gotten a chance to contact you or anything, but I am sorry, and I shouldâve called-â
âItâs fine.â you said tightly, shaking your head. âIt happens.â
âNot to me.â he said defensively. âLook, I only apologize once in a blue moon, so just let it happen.â That elicited a chuckle from you.
âAlright. I accept your apology.â you said amusedly, and he let out a sigh of relief. You watched him blow a piece of hair out of his face, his lips parting for a moment to let out a breath. You averted your eyes when he caught you staring. He truly was beautiful.
Sunghoonâs thoughts were similar at the moment. While you avoided his gaze, he watched the way your eyelashes batted, pushing a strand of hair out of your face.
âI gotta go.â Sunghoon cleared his throat, and you nodded, eager for his exit. âUm. Iâll see you around, I guess.â
âDonât sound so excited.â you said sardonically, and he rolled his eyes as he got up, giving you a dramatic bow as he walked away and towards another table. You watched him leave, eyes following his graceful figure and the way he smiled.
âYou want to fuck him so bad.â
âEw, Chae!â you yelped at the sudden interruption, waving off the smug girl leaning on your shoulder. âNo way. Me and him? No, never. Donât be silly.â
âWhatever you say.â she shrugged, taking his seat as she sipped on her third glass of red wine. âBut the eyes donât lie.â You glared up at her.
âI seriously hate you.â
âââ
Three clinks of a wine glass, and your attention was at the front of the room. Sunghoon seemed to be giving a speech, and you brought your eyes to the stage. When you realized he was already looking at you, an unfamiliar feeling flooded your stomach. It felt something like dread.
âWelcome, everybody.â Sunghoon said, smiling warmly into the crowd, met with applause and good natured whoops. His father, however, was looking at him like he had just killed his cat, leading you to believe he wasnât intended to make this speech.
And you were right. Sunghoonâs heart was pounding in his chest as he stared into the hordes, some faces familiar, some not.
âIâd like to thank you all for being here today.â Sunghoon said. âAnd Iâd like to make a toast to the company and all of its potential. All it has accomplished, and all it will continue to accomplish.â The clinking of glasses resounded through the room as your frown deepened, your arms crossing over your chest. âAnd I would like to say, as the heir to the Park legacy, that I will try my hardest to steer this company towards kindness.â he said, with a fleeting glance towards you. âAnd so, cheers to the Park company. And cheers to ushering in a new era of ethical business.â The crowd, while mildly confused, burst into applause, their glasses rattling, champagne and wine alike spilling over the rims as people took celebratory gulps.
You shook your head, picking up the hem of your dress as you stood, walking to the exit with a smile on your face.
You sat on the steps outside the building, your knees pressed to your chest as you took a long drag of your cigarette. You told yourself you would quit, but something was itching at you that you couldnât quite scratch, and nicotine seemed to do the trick momentarily. You were yearning for some peace.
âFlighty, arenât you?â An amused voice said, the sound of light footsteps preceding it. You turned around, exhaling when you saw Sunghoonâs face towering over you, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
âNice speech.â you said, ignoring his comment.
âYou mean that?â
âI do, actually.â Sunghoon chuckled, seating himself beside you with a grunt. âI didnât say you could sit with me.â
âI donât need your permission.â Sunghoon scoffed, folding his knees. You glared at him, but didnât protest, taking another drag. âPut that out. I hate smoke.â
âI donât need your permission.â you mocked him.
âTouche.â he said, resting his chin on his knees. âI suppose the both of us are equally headstrong.â
âTrust me, Iâm more stubborn.â you laughed, ashing your cigarette and watching the sparks hit the floor. After a moment, you stubbed it out against the bottom of your shoe, rubbing the dark ash off with your thumb. Sunghoon noticed, but said nothing.
âI meant what I said in my speech, yâknow. It wasnât just to impress you.â you snorted at that. âI mean it! I do want to reform the company.â
âThatâs admirable.â you nodded. âIâm glad to see my words had an effect.â
âMe too. See? Iâve only spent a couple days with you and Iâm already becoming a better person.â Both of you went silent at his words, his eyes widening as he realized what he said. But he didnât take it back, the two of you staring, searching through each other's eyes. You hesitated to say something, but there was no hesitation when he reached out for you, your lips colliding as he kissed you.
His hand ghosted across the back of your neck, resting at your nape, making the hairs rise. Your skin felt like it was on fire as he tilted his head, pulling you closer, one of his hands resting on your waist, his thumb rubbing over the fabric of your dress. After a breathless moment, you pulled away. Both of you stared at each other in silence, panting to regain your breath, hungry for more, but hesitating.
After a second, Sunghoonâs swollen lips split into a grin, and he began to laugh, leaning back on his hands as he snickered. You heaved out a sigh, but you couldnât hold back the smile on your face.
âYou are so fucking annoying.â
âââ
You now had Park Sunghoonâs number. It had been three days since you kissed, and you hadnât yet texted him. You wondered if he assumed you would.
But you didnât have time to worry about that now. You had work to do.
âJay, I need you to run a diagnostic on the hotel website and check for errors. And Chaewon, please call Mr. Choi, for the millionth time, and request some new cleaners. We need three dozen rooms cleaned before 10:0o pm.â you said, flipping through a checklist. You had been buzzing around your office drinking coffee and handling busy work since 4 am. It was sufficient to say that you were in business mode. âAnd both of you, be quick about it. I have a million more tasks to take care of.â
âOkay, Mom.â Jay rolled his eyes, getting out of his seat on the couch and you sent him a quick glare. âSince when have you taken anything seriously?â
âIf you havenât noticed, I have a business to run these days.â you said facetiously, and Jay placed an apologetic kiss on your cheek before running out of the door. âYou too, Chae.â She shut her laptop, sending you a quick salute.
The minute the room was empty, you dropped onto your chair, letting your head loll backwards, closing your eyes. The minute you opened them, you were confronted with the enormous, cheesy grin of Park Sunghoon facing you from the billboard across the street. You huffed, getting to your feet and tugging down the blinds with a frown.
You could not get him out of your head.
As you sat in silence, stewing with rage at the fact that Sunghoon, of all people, was occupying your headspace, your landline rang, the little light flashing green as the phone vibrated. You picked it up with a sigh.
âY/n speaking.â
âWhy havenât you called?â You froze, slamming the phone down and hanging up as quickly as your hands would move. That infuriating, smug voice, youâd recognize it anywhere. You stared at the phone blankly until it began to ring again, and after a moment of reluctance, you picked it up again. âWhat exactly is your problem?â
âHowâd you get my number?â you said exhaustedly, spinning in your chair and getting tangled in the phone cord.
âI called your secretary.â you internally cursed Chaewon, letting out a deep breath through your nose. âI gave you my number so youâd text, you know.â
âIâm busy.â
âIâm busy too. I still found the time to call.â
âI wish you wouldnât have.â you quipped. âWhat, you wanna see me?â You could hear him chuckle from the other end.
âDonât get ahead of yourself. Vice prez told me youâve been waiting on upper managementâs approval for your budget. Iâm here to take care of it.â
âOh.â you replied embarrassedly, crossing your arms.
âAw, donât sound so disappointed, sweetheart.â he tutted. âWeâre sending a representative over tonight to discuss business.â
âIâm assuming thatâs you.â you said, and he hummed in response. âI look forward to it. And by the way, we arenât close enough for pet names.â You hung up without allowing him time for a reply, taking a moment to collect yourself before you straightened your jacket and got back to work, a deep frown on your face.
Sunghoon, on the other end, was grinning like a fool.
âââ
Three knocks resounded from your door, and you looked up from your laptop for the first time in hours, cracking your neck in the process. Rubbing the back of your neck, you called out into the empty room.
âCome in!â you said, and Chaewonâs head peeked through the door, her black bob swishing as she walked inside, her pink heels clicking against the floor.
âPark Sunghoon is here to see you.â she said, and you sighed, looking down once again. âHeâs in the lobby. Says heâs getting impatient.â
âLet him in.â you waved her off, and she nodded. âOh, and Chae? Give out my number one more time, and youâre so fired.â She grinned coyly, blowing you a kiss as she slipped through the door. You rolled your eyes. You were beginning to wonder if you had a single competent employee in your entire company.
It didnât take long for Sunghoon to find your office. It felt like the air chilled when he walked through the door.
âHey,â he said warmly in greeting, his hands tucked into his pockets. He looked incredibly handsome in his tailored gray suit. You slapped yourself on the forehead internally, shifting in your chair uncomfortably. You were acting like an idiot.
âHi.â you said tightly, straightening a pile of papers. He dropped onto the couch, kicking his feet up on the table. âMake yourself at home.â you said sarcastically.
He grinned, âLetâs talk business, sweetheart.â
âRemember what I said about the pet names?â you reminded him, getting up from your desk and slipping into the chair across from him.
âAw, câmon. Loosen up,â he urged you, leaning forward in his seat. âNow, whaddya got for me?â You looked down at the stack of papers in your hand.
âWell, due to necessary improvements, budget has increased this year. Weâre in the process of funding a new computer system, and weâll definitely need more support if we want to expand the branch in Seongbuk-gu. So, Iâd say weâre looking at a couple hundred thousand, minimum.â you explained, sorting through your files.
âBoring.â Sunghoon mimed a yawn, standing up and walking to the makeshift bar on your side panel, unscrewing a bottle of whiskey.
âCan you please take this seriously?â you asked exasperatedly.
âI am,â he said defensively, pouring a sizable glass of whiskey. âIâm more of a vodka guy myself. Iâll have someone go on a grocery run next week and get you stocked.â
âSunghoon.â you deadpanned, and he rolled his eyes.
âAw, câmon y/n. Arenât I supposed to be the uptight one, and you the free willed?â
âYou seem free willed enough for the two of us.â you grumbled.
âAlright,â he said, moving to sit back down on the couch. âI have a confession to make.â You stared at him expectantly. âManagement approved the budget. I sent off the form yesterday and it was done by 9:00 am this morning.â You raised a brow.
âSoâŠâ
âSo I came here just to see you, yes.â You smirked, and he groaned in annoyance before you even had a chance to respond.
âI fucking knew it!â you laughed, and he took a sip of his drink. âPark Sunghoon, you are a player.â
âWhatever.â he sassed, standing back up to refill his glass. âPromise to call me next time, and I wonât have to make any surprise visits.â
âI canât make any promises.â you grinned. âBut you can make me a drink.â He looked at you for a moment before chuckling, pouring a second glass of whiskey with a splash of sweet vermouth and bitters for a makeshift Manhattan.
âThereâs no cherry, but I did my best.â he said, handing it to you.
âYou remembered.â you said warmly, and he nodded. You took a sip. It was a bit too sweet for your taste, but you didnât mind. You were smiling so brightly, he was itching with the urge to kiss your cheek, so he did. Your smile fell as you rubbed your cheek, Sunghoon avoiding eye contact with you as he sat back down.
You sat across from each other in momentary silence. The window was open, and the night air brushed against your cheeks. Sunghoonâs nose was pink from the cold.
âDo you like me, Sunghoon?â you asked, breaking the silence. He stared.
âWhoah,â he chuckled nervously, slender fingers toying with the rim of his cup. âYou get straight to the point, huh?â You didnât respond. âLetâs not talk about it.â You thought for a minute, before nodding, folding your knees and resting your chin on them.
âIâm okay with that.â
âââ
Surprisingly enough, your friendship with Park Sunghoon was persistent if nothing else. In front of the press you still acted like enemiesâyou both agreed it was better for your respective companies if nobody knew you had become unlikely companions. But behind closed doors, you would smile when you saw him entering a room, and he would call you on a late night after a hard day of work.
Tonight was one of those nights.Â
You tore your eyes away from your phone lighting up the black night, ringing on the table. You and Jay were sitting on the fire escape of your apartment complex, passing a lit cigarette back and forth and watching the smoke disappear into the evening sky. You could see all of Seoul from the penthouse.
âYou gonna answer that?â Jay asked smugly, taking a long drag as he watched you stare at your phone in conflict. You turned it over.
âNope.â you said, reaching for the cigarette and taking a drag until you felt lightheaded. âI donât have time for him tonight.â
âYou seem to be spending a lot of time together lately.â Jay replied, and you glared at him. âHey, Iâm not poking fun. Iâm genuinely curious.â You turned away, staring at the glimmering skyline. âYouâve fallen for him, havenât you?â
âNo.â you brought the cig to your lips again. âNo, I havenât.â
âThen what is it?â â...I donât know.â you admitted. Watching the cigarette burn into ashes in your unmoving hand, Jay began to light his own. âI used to hate him so much, Jay. And now, heâs something completely different than what I thought. Heâs a good person.â you turned to look at the boy sitting beside you.
âI know,â he affirmed. âI know.â
âSo,â you said, remembering your cigarette and ashing it on the railing, watching the gray ash fall to the ground several stories below. âWhat now?â Jay took a drag.
âI think thatâs for you to decide, y/n. I think youâve earned the right to let go.â His words touched you. Had you finally worked hard enough to look past those who had wronged you? You had achieved everything you dreamed of, and more.
Were you finally more than your own vengeance?
You didnât respond, only grabbing your phone and wrapping your jacket a little tighter around your body to protect yourself from the cold breeze.
âI think Iâm gonna call him.â you announced, and Jay chuckled.
âI had a feeling,â he said, stretching. âIâm gonna head home. See you tomorrow?â
âSee you tomorrow.â you said, watching as Jay walked out the door, giving you a little salute before shutting it behind him. You sighed, staring at your phone.
3 Missed Calls From Park Sunghoon.
You hesitated for a moment before pressing the call button, letting your phone rest on your lap as it rang. He picked up on the second ring.
âHey.â his muffled voice said through the phone.
âHey.â you responded.
âIâm outside.â Your eyes widened, and you immediately ran to the edge of the fire escape, peering down to the entrance of your apartment building. Surely enough, there he was, his back resting against the wall, polished shoes tapping against the concrete.
âHow long have you been waiting for?â you called, and he looked up, his face barely a speck from so high up.
âNot long.â he responded.
âHowâd you know Iâd answer?â you could barely make out his grin in the dark.
âYou always do.â you rolled your eyes, retreating inside and tugging on a pair of flats. You took the elevator down, and when you entered the lobby, Sunghoonâs solemn face was the first thing you saw. His nose and cheeks were tinted red from the cold, and his hair was messy from the wind. You smiled, tucking your hands into your pockets.
âYou wanna come upstairs?â you asked. âIâll make tea.â
âTea sounds nice.â he said quietly, smiling as he followed you to the elevator.
This was the first time Sunghoon had seen your apartment, and he was fascinated to say the least. As you fussed over the boiling water and choosing the right tea, he toyed with the perfumes on your coffee table, running his hands along your brown leather couch and smelling the fresh flowers you kept in glass vases. He was enchanted by this little space you had created for yourself. His apartment was just a bachelor pad, filled with expensive furniture and lacking life.
âI like your apartment.â he said, staring at a print of Marilyn Monroe that you kept on your wall. âItâs stylish.â
âThanks. You want jasmine or oolong?â
âJasmine, please. And bring a shot of vodka with it.â You snorted, pulling out two tea bags and pouring two shots, bringing them to the coffee table.
âSo, what brings you to my side of the city?â you asked.
âI had a hard day.â Sunghoon knocked back the shot of vodka, wiping his lips. âThanks. I needed that.â
âYouâre welcome.â you said, throwing back your shot and setting the small glass cup on the table. You didnât want to think of the implications of Sunghoon coming over in the middle of the night without any warning. It made your head hurt.
âIâm finding that, as of late,â Sunghoon began. âThat you have a somewhat calming presence in my life.â You froze. âLately Iâve been under a lot of stress, with remodeling the company and everything. My fatherâs been giving me hell about my new policies. I donât think he likes my idea of âethical new businessâ.â He let out a large exhale. âAt the end of the day, youâre really the only one who understands me.â He smiled bittersweetly. âAnd, well, Iâm grateful for your company lately. Spending time with you has been the only thing keeping me sane. Itâs hard to imagine that we ever hated each other.â
You couldnât think of a single thing to say. You felt like your heart was rising in your throat, and you cleared it, attempting to collect yourself. Sunghoon chuckled, looking at the floor with red cheeks.
âIs it cool that I said all that?â he said after a moment of silence. âCause I know that itâs delicate.â
âYâknow, I used to hate you more than anyone in the world.â you laughed gently. âBut I agree with you. These days, youâre the only thing keeping me sane.â Sunghoon gazed at you, but you were looking into your cup of tea. âAnd yeah, itâs delicate. But I donât really care what anyone thinks but you.â You met his eyes. Those damn dark eyes. Swimming with emotion. And they were trained quite blatantly on your lips.
Before you could register it, he was reaching for your face, his rough palm caressing the soft skin of your cheek, pulling you into his embrace as he kissed you gently, his other hand on your waist.
You had kissed before, but nothing had felt as intimate as the moment you were sharing now. Those past kisses had been a fleeting moment, an impulse decision, but now Sunghoon was kissing you like you were the only thing in the universe, like you were all that mattered. His grip on your waist was bruising, as though he was afraid youâd disappear if he let go. You felt drunk on love and vodka, shifting yourself onto his lap as you tangled your hands in his hair. You were both breathless, hearts racing as you held each other tightly, losing yourselves in the taste of each otherâs lips.
Sunghoon pulled away, his lips splitting into a smug smile as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, your lips red and swollen as you attempted to catch your breath.
âRemember when you asked if I liked you?â he asked, hands trailing over your bare thighs, eyes trained on the way your eyes twinkled under the dim lighting and the thin tank top you were wearing underneath your jacket. âWell, I think I have my answer now.â you licked your lips, before grinning.
âYouâre an asshole, Sunghoon.â
âThen Iâm really lucky you like me.â
âââ
You woke up to two things; Sunghoonâs face, and the sound of yelling.
His eyes were closed, his full lips slightly parted as he let out gentle snores, his dark hair sticking up. As much as you wanted to admire the way the morning light hit his skin, you stood up and walked to your balcony, peeking outside.
You yelped, slamming your glass doors shut as you ran inside, pulling on a pair of sweats, simultaneously shaking Sunghoon awake.
âSunghoon, get up. The paparazzi are here.â you said frantically, attempting to retrieve a shirt from your closet when a pair of strong arms pulled you back into bed.
âFive more minutes.â he groaned from under the covers, and you fought back a smile, attempting to pry his grip off of you. His hands made their way to the straps of your bra, pulling and letting it snap back onto your skin. âLace, huh? I didnât notice.â
âIâm not kidding, get up.â you said, pushing him off of you and running to your closet to grab the top half of your tracksuit, pulling it over your head.
âWhatâs the rush?â he said, finally sitting up, ears perking when he heard the loud voices coming from outside. Peering out the window, his eyes widening.
âOh shit,â he cursed, getting to his feet and hurriedly pulling on his shirt. âHowâd they find us?â You shook your head, biting your lip as you thought about what to do.
âNot sure, but we should try to preserve our image.â you grabbed a snapback from your nightstand, putting it on his head to cover his face. âYou go out the back, Iâll curse them out and keep âem distracted.â
âWhat happened to preserving your image?â he snorted, buckling his belt.
âWell, my reputationâs never been worse.â you said, tapping him on the nose. âSo you must like me for me.â He smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.
âMm, I do.â he said, before tugging on his shoes. He blew you a kiss before running out your front door, shutting it behind him, making sure it didnât slam. You watched him leave, your fingers tracing where he had kissed you, and you smiled for a moment before collecting yourself.
âHey!â you yelled, stomping towards the paparazzi stationed outside the lobby of your apartment. They immediately whirled in your direction, cameras flashing as they all fought to get their questions out. âWhat the hell are you doing here?â
âMs. Y/l/n!â a reporter yelled. âAre you aware of the rising scandal between you and Park Sunghoon?â You scrunched up your nose.
âPark Sunghoon?â you repeated in disgust.
âSunghoon was reported to have arrived at your home at midnight last night! Do you have anything to say to these accusations?â
âDo I have anything to say?â you scoffed. âYou must be mistaken. Park Sunghoon is a pig, just like the rest of his family. I hope the media understands that I do not, and never will, have anything to do with a pompous asshole like him.â The paparazzi erupted into questions and flashing cameras, but you turned on your heel and sashayed back inside, waving them off as the sliding doors closed behind you, drowning out the noise.
On your face you wore a grimace.
âââ
A newspaper slammed onto Sunghoonâs desk, his drowsy eyes snapping open at the sound. ââPark Sunghoon is a pig, just like the rest of his family!â States Queen Corporationâs CEO After Being Accused of an Illicit Affair with the Park Companyâs Sonâ, stated the title. Sunghoon smiled momentarily, but his amused expression dropped when he saw the furious face of his father towering over him.
âWould you like to explain this?â he asked, his tone deceptively calm. Sunghoon was smart enough to know that meant he was enraged.
âUm, is there anything to explain?â Sunghoon said timidly. âShe said it herself, weâre not involved.â Sunghoonâs father rubbed his temples.
âWell, obviously, Sunghoon. Iâd hope youâre smart enough to not get involved with the one woman who could ruin our company.â Sunghoon winced internally. âWe must do something about this issue. Y/n is the only threat to our company.â
âSurely sheâll leave us alone if we donât encroach upon her business.â he attempted to reason, but his father looked at him as though he had gone insane.
âAbsolutely not. Weâll have to speed up your engagement to Huh Yunjin.â Sunghoon leapt out of his seat.
âFather, you canât be serious!â he said in disbelief.
âI wonât hear any complaints. The Huhs own the largest company in Korea, second to ourselves, and we canât afford to make an enemy out of them. Merging our companies will give us total dominion over the business world.â his father said with finality. âNot to mention their only heir is a woman. Weâll control their company through you.â Sunghoon bit his lip.
âBut I donât want to marry her.â His father shook his head.
âIâm afraid you donât have a choice.â
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A newspaper slammed onto your desk.
âPark Sunghoon, a pig? A likely story.â Jay snorted, slipping into the seat across from you. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, picking up the newspaper. âLate night, huh? So it must be true.â
âShut up.â you said, but you couldnât hold back the smile on your face. âGuess I went a little overboard, but it makes for a good story.â Jay raised his brows at you, taking a sip of his coffee. âWill you stop looking at me like that?â
âI think youâve got a little crush.â He said in a sing-song voice. You snorted.
âIâm a grown woman, Jay. Us hooking up doesnât mean I have feelings for him.â Jay shrugged.
âSay whatever you want, but itâs obvious that you like Park Sunghoon. Thereâs no denying it.â You were about to respond when your phone rang, and you shooed Jay out of your office as he mimed kissing childishly.
âHello?â you asked, and a familiar voice responded.
âA pig, huh? A pompous asshole?â Sunghoon spoke smugly.
âI did what I had to do.â you shrugged, spinning in your office chair.
âMm, sure.â he said, holding his phone to his ear with his shoulder as he jotted down notes. âWell, Ms. Y/l/n, Iâm calling to let you know that the Parks are throwing a very exclusive fundraising gala tomorrow, and thereâs an empty seat for a certain CEO if sheâs so inclined.â you snorted.
âOh, really? And would your family like to see me there?â âA little trouble would do them some good. Plus, I want to see you.â You blushed on the other side of the phone, covering your mouth with your hand. âAnd Iâve booked a private reservation for two at the shittiest bar on the East side,â he joked. âSo?â
You thought for a moment. After your recent statement in the news, walking into a Park gala would be like walking into a den of tigers. But since when had you been afraid of stirring the corporate pot?
âIâll be there.â you promised, and Sunghoon grinned, tucking a pen between his lips. âI should look for a dress.â
âIâll have it taken care of.â He twirled his pen. âJust wait for my call.â
âSee you tomorrow then.â you grinned.
âSee you tomorrow, mâlady.â
âââ
It was three hours and counting until the Parksâ big gala. You stared at the wall ahead of you while Chaewon tried on countless lavish dresses and Jay sorted through piles of patterned ties. Sunghoon had assured you that you could bring your closest friends, but you werenât certain that his family would appreciate your troupe of misanthropes intruding upon their event.
âCheetah print, or zebra print?â Chaewon asked you, holding two dresses against her body. You shook your head, biting the nail of your thumb.
âNeither. Pick something nice, Chae.â
âThis is nice.â she protested, but put the dresses down and continued to look around. Jay noticed the way you stared vacantly ahead, stressfully chewing your nails, and he set down his ties, scooching in closer.
âAre you feeling okay?â he asked cautiously. âNervous?â
âI couldnât care less what those people think about me.â you said, and Jay chuckled at your classic behavior.
âOkay, so. Whatâs wrong?â His eyes held concern as he rubbed his thumb along your arm, and you sighed heavily.
âI do care what he thinks. And thatâs the problem.â Jay let out a quiet sound of understanding. âI donât understand. Why do I even care about him? The only thing on my mind for the past six years has been destroying that family.â
âY/n,â he began. âYou donât have to punish yourself for forgiving someone.â You stopped biting your nails. âEspecially someone with no fault in the situation.â
âBut heâs one of them.â you mumbled.
âDoes he seem like a good person?â Jay asked. Your eyes made contact for a moment, before you nodded and quickly looked away. âThen thatâs all that matters.â You considered his words for a moment, before sighing, folding your hands.
âYouâre right, youâre right. Thanks Jay.âÂ
âIâm always gonna be here for you. Try not to worry.â He patted you lightly on the back as he stood, and you gave him a tight smile. Your eyes were drawn to your bed, snug in the corner of your apartment, a large bag lying on top. Fabric peeked out from beneath the top, a shining sapphire blue. You held your head in your hands.
Trying not to worry was proving to be impossible.
On the other side of the city, Sunghoon was tightening his tie.
âYou finally learned how to tie a tie.â Jake snorted, but Sunghoon didnât laugh. He was staring vacantly out the window and into the horizon, zoned out on the skyline. âHello? Earth to Sunghoon?â
âWhat?â Sunghoon snapped out of his trance, whipping around.
âSomething on your mind?â Jake tucked his hands into the pockets of his ironed blazer. They were both dressed in their nicest suits in preparation for the nightâs events. Sunghoon shook his head.
âI canât stop thinking about her.â Sunghoon admitted, and Jake grew serious. âThis whole time, I feel like Iâve been looking for something deeper than just being the heir to this bullshit company. When Iâm with herâŠI feel like I found something real.â âSunghoon,â Jake said tenderly. âAs of a couple days ago, youâre engaged.â Sunghoon sighed. âYou canât do that to y/n.â
âI donât want to get married.â Sunghoon said, his voice breaking, which he quickly covered up with a cough. âI donât want to marry Yunjin, and she definitely doesnât want to marry me.â
âAs sad as it is, you donât have a choice.â Jake said sympathetically. âI know youâre upset. But just try to keep it together for tonight.â
âYeah, got it.â Sunghoon scoffed, fidgeting, adjusting his cufflinks. âAfter 21 years, Iâve become accustomed to putting away my emotions for my fatherâs benefit.â Jake watched sadly as his best friend adjusted his jacket, shaking his head before exiting his room and striding downstairs to where the gala was taking place.
âââ
Your eyes scanned the luxurious room, full of familiar but unwelcoming faces. Chandeliers were draped from ceilings twenty feet high, crystals glimmering in the golden glow, sending fractals of light spiraling around the room. You were receiving dirty looks from every corner of the ballroom, judgemental whispers echoing. You tried your best to tune it out. Jay stood behind you, glaring back tenfold at every disapproving partygoer, Chaewon oblivious to it all as she enjoyed the decadence.
You needed to find Sunghoon or you would lose your mind.
His face shone from the other side of the room, and when your eyes connected it was like the rest of the world fell away. His warm, brown eyes captivated you as he quickly left whatever conversation he was a part of, weaving through the crowd to get to you. He was breathless by the time he made it through the sea of people.
âHey,â he said.
âHey.â you responded unsteadily, looking over your shoulder to see his father watching you with a fierce glare. âSunghoon, Iâm not sure this is a good idea.â
âSince when have you cared what everyone else thinks?â he said with a bittersweet grin, and you chuckled, some of the tension relieved. âCâmon, Iâll show you the dance floor.â He tugged on your hand, whisking you away. You attempted to hide your face as you left with him.
Jake watched you leave, sipping gin from a crystal glass. Jay approached his side, picking up a bottle and emptying its contents into the largest glass he could find.
âTheyâre so fucked.â Jake said without thinking.
âI donât know,â Jay said, taking a swig. âThey seem like they really love each other. Who says love doesnât conquer all?â âThe business world.â Jake chuckled, looking at his reflection in the bottom of his glass. âI just hope he lets her down easy.â
âWhat do you mean?â When Jake looked up, Jay was staring at him inquisitively, brows furrowed. Jakeâs face dropped, his heart in his throat.
âHe hasnât told her yet?â Jake asked hesitantly. Jayâs grip on his drink tightened. The two men stared at each other in silence, the tension palpable.
â...Told her what?â
âââ
Sunghoon closed the towering, intricate wooden doors behind you as you entered the ballroom. Ceilings made of mirrors caused the light to bounce around the room like stars, and you watched, breathless. The smooth floor was slick under your stiletto heels.
âItâs beautiful.â you said, and Sunghoon watched you with a smile.
âA dance, mâlady?â he asked, offering his gloved hand to you. You took it with a grin, and he pulled you into his arms.
The two of you swayed, rocking back and forth in each otherâs arms as he attempted to guide you in a waltz. You were uncoordinated, and you both giggled as you tripped over your feet. His thumb rubbed across your hand as he counted out the steps for you. There was no music playing, but you could both feel the rhythm in your head, like a grand orchestra was conducting a song just for you.
When you were alone, your head was suddenly clear. The stress from earlier melted away as he gazed into your eyes, and you rested your head on his shoulder, the two of you twirling as he hummed a song under his breath.
âYouâre improving,â he joked. He was right, you were no longer tripping and stumbling. You had gained a sense of the rhythm, following his lead gracefully. He extended his hand, prompting you to spin, and you did.
âI have a good teacher.â you laughed, watching your gown twirl. The dress that Sunghoon had bought you was beautiful, trailing against the ground, the crystal detailing lighting up underneath the dappled golden light. Only then did you notice the sapphire shade of his tie, and how it perfectly matched your dress. âLetâs hope the press doesnât get wind of our fashion faux pas.â you joked, gesturing to your matching attire.
âTo be honest, I donât really care.â he said, and his honesty made you gulp.
This was all too real for you. Your feelings for him were ripping you from the inside out, and you felt too nervous to speak. The feeling in your stomach was more akin to wasps than butterflies.
âY/n.â he said seriously. âYou know how I feel about you, donât you?â He was overcome with guilt. He really didnât want to do this to you, not now, not when he knew heâd have to break the news soon. It was too soon. His time with you was too short lived, he couldnât let it go. Not when you were the only person who made him feel complete, the only person who made life feel like it was worth continuing.
âNo, I donât.â you grinned, baiting him to say the words himself, and he chuckled. âWhy donât you explain it to me?â
âMaybe itâs easier without words.â he said, unclasping his hand from yours so he could trace his fingers along your cheek.Â
He dipped his head to kiss you, and your hands were tangled in his hair as he held you tightly. There was something desperate about the way he kissed you, holding you like you might slip through his fingers if he loosened his grip. The two of you kissed fervently, full of convolution and mixed emotions. He pulled away from you for a moment, but only for long enough to whisper,
âI love you.â You pulled away from him, his gaze intense. You always had a weakness for his eyes. It felt like they held galaxies. The weight of his words sunk upon you, and you opened your mouth to speak.
âI love you too.â you whispered.
âââ
You and Sunghoon had parted ways after your illicit meeting, him fleeing to the front of the room to discuss with his father, you hesitantly retreating to your table. Chaewon was sipping vodka; Jay was nowhere to be seen.
âEverything okay?â she asked immediately, setting down her cup.
âIâm okay.â you assured her, your lips splitting into a bright smile despite your distressed exterior, and she let out a breath of relief, wrapping an arm around the back of your chair when you sat. âI canât wait to get out of here.â
âSame.â she agreed, taking another swig of her drink. âThough I bet your reason is different than mine.â She sent you a wink, to which you shook your head amusedly.
Your eyes were drawn to Sunghoon, standing onstage with his father. He seemed nervous, and you wanted nothing more than to be standing beside him, but you knew you couldnât. Not in public, and you were wondering if you two would go public one day.
You would do it the moment he asked, no hesitation. And that scared you.
You picked up a glass sitting on the table that you assumed was Jayâs, taking a large swig. It burned your throat, and you put it down with a wince. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a tall and elegant woman standing on stage, honey colored hair curling gracefully on her shoulders. Her floor length golden gown sparkled in the light.
âWelcome, valued guests.â a loud voice and feedback from the microphone snapped you back into reality, and your attention was drawn to the stage, where Sunghoonâs father was speaking with a cheesy, large grin. âThank you all for attending our fundraising gala, graciously hosted by the Parks. We appreciate all of your generous donations.â he cleared his throat. âAnd on behalf of my lovely son, we have some news.â You began listening, setting down your cup.
âWe are delighted to announce our own Sunghoonâs engagement.â
Your face paled. You felt like the world was crashing down around you, everything muffled. You could vaguely sense that Chaewon was talking to you, but you couldnât process it. You felt like you were going to throw up.
âSunghoon and Huh Yunjin of the Huh Company are set to wed in three months, and our companies will officially be merging.â Flashing cameras went off like grenades, the sound filling the room as the woman smiled for the camera, holding onto the arm of the man who told you he loved you. Despite the camera demanding his attention, his eyes were on you. And those beautiful eyes that you loved, they were devoid of feeling.
He stared at you, pale as a ghost, lips parted in silent surprise. The cameras snapped photos of him as he barely breathed, lost in the injured gaze of the woman who loved him. And you stood, striding towards the exit before you could even register what you were doing, ignoring the curious stares you were receiving. All you could see was the exit, the door that would lead you out of here.
The sound of cameras flashing and the hum of gossip silenced as you walked into the night, taking a deep and ragged breath. Tears spilled from your eyes before you could help it, and you swiped your palms over your face, smudging your makeup, sobbing unsteadily.
As Sunghoon watched you stand, he pulled himself away from the tight grip of Yunjin on his arm, eyes trained on your disappearing figure as panic rushed through his head. His father turned back towards him.
âWhat are you doing?â he asked quietly, urgently, as Sunghoon pushed through the crowds of paparazzi, jumping off the stage and running towards the exit. He burst through the doors, chasing you until he found your weeping figure running away.
âY/n!â He chased after you. You knew you couldnât outrun him, so you didnât try. You just shook your head, turning away from him.
âFuck off.â you replied harshly, and he grabbed your wrist.
âPlease, Iâm sorry, let me explain.â he begged.
âExplain?â you snapped. âSunghoon, youâre engaged. Thereâs nothing to explain.â
âI donât want to marry her.â he said desperately. âI never have, and I never will.â
âYou told me you loved me,â you sobbed, wiping your eyes with your free hand, and Sunghoonâs eyes burned with tears and the cold wind.
âI do,â he said gently. âI love you more than anything.â
âThen why?â you said. âWhy are you getting married?â â...I donât have a choice. Itâs for the company.â he said reluctantly, and you shook your eyes, pulling your wrist out of his grip and wiping your eyes for the last time.
âI canât believe I thought you were different.â you laughed incredulously. âI thought you were different, but it turns out youâre exactly like your family.â
âY/n, donât say that.â he pleaded. âIâm not like them.â
âYet you do what they say, slaving away for a company that does nothing but hurt people?â He went silent. âI shouldâve known from the start that you would hurt me. God, I canât believe I thought you really cared about me.â âI do.â he insisted, reaching for your hands, but you pulled away. âI care about you, I care about us-â
âThere is no âusâ, Sunghoon!â you yelled. âThere never has been! Because you always knew that at the end, youâd leave me the minute someone told you to.âÂ
âThatâs not true, y/n.â he shouted. âEverything we went through, that meant something to me. I meant everything I said, Iâd do anything for you! Iâd leave the company if you asked me to!â You scoffed.
âYou wouldnât do that for anyone, Sunghoon. Youâre too much of a coward.â He didnât respond, his hands hanging weakly at his sides. He felt numb.
A black car roared to life, approaching from the parking lot. The windows rolled down, and you were comforted to see Jayâs stony face in the driver's seat, Chaewon watching you from the back seat with concern. He nodded to the passenger side.
âGet in.â he said, requiring no explanation. He already knew.
You ran for the car, and Sunghoon came after you. You had one hand on the handle when he caught your wrist in his fingers.
âPlease,â he begged, his voice a whisper in the night as his eyes pleaded with you. âPlease, donât leave.â You almost yielded, but instead you removed your hand from his, opening the door and sliding into your seat.
âGo.â you said quietly to Jay, and he accelerated, speeding out of the lot. His hand rested on top of yours, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. You silenced your tears, chin resting on your palm and staring out the window into the city to ignore how much your heart was aching.
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It had been four days since Park Sunghoon told you he was getting married to another woman. It had been three days since you called out of work sick, and two days since you blocked his number after countless missed calls. It had been only one day since you stopped crying yourself to sleep.
You werenât used to being vulnerable. Since your father ruined both his career and your own, you were used to building up walls around yourself. You were filled with bitter irony that the person who tore those walls down was part of the family that hurt you so badly in the first place.
You felt like an absolute idiot, to say the least.
You flipped through a magazine, your hair up as you lounged in a salon chair. You had just gotten your nails done, and you tried not to smudge the gel as you flipped through pages of jewelry ads and gossip articles. When you stumbled across a promotion for cologne, Sunghoonâs handsome, smiling face decorating the page, you shut it with a sigh.
âDo you have any other magazines?â you asked the woman who came to do your hair, sharp nails gripping at the edges.
You strode down the bustling streets of Seoul, your fur coat clenched tightly around your body, a designer purse held in your free hand. You got plenty of stares as you walked down the street, some admiring, some judgemental. But you had learned not to care. You sighed, your warm breath fogging up the cold daylight, before dissipating.
The sound of screeching static froze you in place, and you turned to look at the towering screens lined up in the window of a store, all glitching. You stopped for a moment, waiting until they regained their sense, switching to a news channel.
An anchorwoman with a bad blowout and a gaudy diamond necklace was pointing very seriously at an image behind her, her other hand wrapped around a stack of papers as she read off a script.
âThe business world- is sh-shocked,â she began, her voice skipping as the tvs froze and unfroze in sync. âAt the alleged emancipation of Park Sunghoon from his familyâs very successful enterprise. Mr. Park made a public statement this morning, claiming that he âwould not continue to entertain unethical practices, and could not condon the idea of marrying purely for businessâ. Rumors are, according to inside sources from corporate high society, that he left his company for love.â
You stared quietly at the tv. A million thoughts were rushing through your head, but the majority of them were this;
You needed to find Sunghoon.
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The door to his apartment creaked open, Sunghoon peeking out from behind. His hair was matted to his forehead, sticking up in places, and his typical nice clothing was replaced by a white t-shirt and a pair of baggy sweats. He looked like hell, but it didnât matter; he looked the most beautiful youâd ever seen him.
âYouâre not a coward.â Was the first thing you said when he opened the door.
âI am,â he replied.
âYouâre not, and I didnât mean that. I was scared.â
âYou donât need to explain yourself to me.â he said, shaking his head. âIt was all my fault. I fucked up, and I lose the only person I care about in this world because of it.â You stood up a little straighter, clenching your fists.
âAt the end of the day, youâre really the only one who understands me.â you said firmly, and he smiled, recognizing his own words. âSunghoon, I care about you more than Iâve ever cared about anyone. And thatâs why I was so afraid of you hurting me.â
âI wish I could take it all back.â Sunghoon said, his hand tracing your cheek, too afraid to make contact. âI wasted so much of my life being complacent. You were the one that taught me to be brave.â You nodded, eyes watery. âIâm sorry that I made you mad.â
âIâm not mad.â you said very unconvincingly, and both of you laughed.Â
You wiped your eyes furiously, hands trembling.
âI really do love you, Sunghoon.â you said shakily, and he pulled you into his arms. You melted into his warm embrace, his arms circling your waist, holding you tight. Your touch felt so familiar, and for the first time since you left him, he felt whole again, basking in the glory of your presence. He couldnât help but kiss you, his finger under your chin as he lifted your face to his, pressing his lips against yours eagerly.
You had forgotten all the things you adored about kissing Sunghoon. The way his hands always held you so tightly, how he always tasted like honey chapstick, and the way he smiled against your lips when you lost your hands in his hair. You were both sick with love, and you were only just beginning to realize that you didnât need a cure.
âI love you.â he mumbled between kisses, unable to pull away. âI loved you from the start, even when everyone told me not to. Nothing could, and nothing can, stop the way I feel about you.â
âI love you, Sunghoon,â you said, your tears wetting both your face and his. âAnd I hate you for even considering otherwise.â he chuckled, tapping your nose with his index finger.
âWell, my reputationâs never been worse,â you giggled at your own words being used against you, as he spun you around in his arms. âSo you must like me for me.â You pressed a chaste kiss onto his lips with a glowing smile.
âMm, youâre lucky that I do.â
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while everyone's rightfully talking about oppenheimer and its flaws regarding the erasure of japanese and native american voices regarding nuclear testing and detonations, i'd like to bring up the fact that pacific islanders have also been severely impacted by nuclear testing under the pacific proving grounds, a name given by the US to a number of sites in the pacific that were designated for testing nuclear weapons after the second world war, at least 318 of which were dropped on our ancestral homes and people. i would like if more people talked about this.
important sections are bolded for ease of reading. i would appreciate this being reblogged since it's a bit alarming how few people know about this.
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in 1946, the indigenous peoples of pikinni (the bikini atoll) were forcibly relocated off of their islands so that nuclear tests could be run on the atoll. at least 23 nuclear bombs were detonated on this inhabited island chain, including 20 hydrogen bombs. many pasifika were irreversibly irradiated, all of them were starved during multiple forced relocations, and the island chain is still unsafe to live on despite multiple cleanup attempts. there are several craters visible from space that were left on the atoll from nuclear testing.
the forced relocation was to several different small and previously uninhabited islands over several decades, none of which were able to sustain traditional lifestyles which directly lead to further starvation and loss of culture and identity. there is a reason that pacific islanders choose specific islands to inhabit including access to fresh water, food, shelter, cloth and fibre, climate, etc. and obviously none of these reasons were taken into account during the displacements.
200 pikinni were eventually moved back to the atoll in the 1970s but dangerous levels of strontium-90 were found in drinking water in 1978 and the inhabitants were found to have abnormally high levels of caesium-137 in their bodies.
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i'm going to put the rest of this post under a readmore to improve the chances of this being reblogged by the general public. i would recommend you read the entirety of the post since it really isn't long and goes into detail about, say, entire islands being fully, utterly destroyed. like, wiped off of the map. without exaggeration, entire islands were disintegrated.
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as i just mentioned, Änewetak (the eniwetok atoll) was bombed so violently that an entire island, ÄllokÄŒap, was permanently and completely destroyed. an entire island. it's just GONE. the world's first hydrogen bomb was tested on this island. the crater is visibly larger than any of the islands next to it, more than a mile in diameter and roughly fifteen storeys deep. the hydrogen bomb released roughly 700 times the energy released during the bombing of hiroshima. this would, of course, be later outdone by other hydrogen bombs dropped on the pacific, reaching over 1000 times the energy released.
one attempt to clean up the waste on Änewetak was the construction of a large ~380ft dome, colloquially known as the tomb, on runit island. the island has been essentially turned into a nuclear waste dump where several other islands of Änewetak have moved irradiated soil to and, due to climate change, rising seawater is beginning to seep into the dome, causing nuclear waste to leak out. along with this, if a large typhoon were to hit the dome, there would be a catastrophic failure followed by a leak of nuclear waste into the surrounding land, drinking water, and ocean. the tomb was built haphazardly and quickly to cut costs.
hey, though, there's a plus side! the water in the lagoon and the soil surrounding the tomb is far more radioactive than the currently contained radioactive waste. a typhoon wouldn't cause (much) worse irradiation than the locals and ocean already currently experience, anyway! it's already gone to shit! and who cares, right, the only ""concern"" is that it will just further poison the drinking water of the locals with radioactive materials. this can just be handwaved off as a nonissue, i guess. /s
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at least 36 bombs were detonated in the general vicinity of kiritimati (christmas island) and johnson atoll. while johnson atoll has seemingly never been inhabited by polynesians, kiritimati was used intermittently by polynesians (and later on, micronesians) for several hundred years. many islands in the pacific were inhabited seasonally and likewise many pacific islanders should be classified as nomadic but it has always been convenient for the goal of white supremacy and imperalism to claim that semi-inhabited areas are completely uninhabited, claimable pieces of terra nullius.
regardless of the current lack of inhabitants on these islands, the nuclear detonations have caused widespread ecological damage to otherwise delicate island ecosystems and have further spread nuclear fallout across the entirety of the pacific ocean.
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while the marshall islands, micronesia, and the surrounding areas of melanesia and polynesia were (and still are) by far the worst affected by these atrocities, the entirety of the pacific has been irradiated to some extent due to ocean/wind currents freely spreading nuclear fallout through the water and air. all in all, at least 318 nuclear bombs were detonated across the pacific. i say "at least" because these are just the events that have been declassified and frankly? i wouldn't be shocked to find out they didn't stop there.
please don't leave the atomic destruction of the pacific out of this conversation. we've been displaced, irradiated, murdered, poisoned, and otherwise mass exterminated by nuclear testing on purpose and we are still suffering because of it. many of us have radiation poisoning, many of us have no safe ancestral home anymore. i cannot fucking state this enough, ISLANDS WERE DISINTEGRATED INTO NONEXISTENCE.
look, this isn't blaming people for not talking about us or knowing the extent of these issues, but it's... insidiously ironic that i haven't seen a single post that even mentions pacific islanders in a conversation about indigenous voices/voices of colour being ignored when it comes to nuclear tests and the devastation they've caused.
#ask to tag. i understand this is heavy and i've tried to tag accordingly#oppenheimer#oppenheimer 2023#pasifika#micronesian#melanesian#polynesian#pacific islands#indigenous#pacific ocean#pacific proving grounds#racism#imperialism#genocide#nuclear weapons#indigenous genocide#nuclear#nuclear bomb#us imperialism#displacement#nuclear imperialism
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Hi everyone! I want to spotlight here a few palestinian gofundme campaigns with low funds. I've messaged and been in regular contact with all of them, and I appreciate any support you can give them.
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Mohammed & his 5 siblings (@ahmed0khalil)
Mohammed is only 19 years old, but the fate of his family's survival now rests on his shoulders as he fundraise to evacuate his family of 8 to safety. He has 5 siblings: Fathi (23), Aya (21), Anas (15), Abdullah (11) and Ahmed (6). Fathi is blind and suffering from coronary artery disease; eleven-year-old Abdullah is autistic and does not understand what is happening; and Ahmed is only 6 years old, a small child who had barely started kindergarten when this current genocide happened. Now, instead of asking questions about how the world works, Ahmed is asking his brother if they will survive, or if they will just become "a number that appears on the TV screen in the evening."
These children have witnessed no fewer than 6 massacres, they have seen people being blown to pieces, they have lost friends to the bombings, they have seen people bleeding to death around them while they couldn't even call the ambulance because there was no connection. Mohammed was once so seriously injured in a bombing that he couldn't walk, but had to lie bleeding on the ground for 2 hours before help came.
These are children who just want to survive. What little food there is in Gaza is very expensive, the water is polluted, and there are all kinds of infectious diseases, and that is on top of all the bombings they have to face. They are just children, please help them out.
This campaign has been shared by 90-ghost.
Only âŹ2,057 raised of âŹ50,000 target! (4.1% of target)
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Mahmoud's 17 family members (@mahmoufamilia)
Mahmoud has 17 family members trapped in Gaza right now, including no fewer than 5 children. The house his family was staying at was bombed while they were sleeping inside it, and Mahmoud almost lost his entire family that night. Several relatives were killed in that bombing, including a baby who were not even one month old yet. His other family members sustained serious injury from the bombing, and the family exhausted every means to get Mahmoud's sister Tasnim and her 6-month-old baby out of Gaza as they had the most severe injuries.
However, the rest of Mahmoud's 17 family members are still trapped in Gaza right now, including Tasnim's 2-year-old daughter, who suffered from first degree burns from the bombing. They have narrowly escaped death no fewer than 5 times now, and have woken up to dead bodies next to them when the IOF dropped bombs on the tent next to where they were staying.
Mahmoudâs campaign is vetted by association. Mahmoud is @hazempalestine's friend, see post here for proof. @hazempalestine is vetted by @/el-shab-hussein and is listed as #281 on the verified fundraiser list by @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi.
Only $426Â CAD raised of $80,000 target! (0.5% of target)
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Ahmed's 12 Family Members (@ahmedpalestine)
Ahmed is from Gaza but he is in Belgium right now. He has 12 family members (including 6 children!) trapped in Gaza and he is trying to evacuate them. His family was in Al-Mawasi when Israel dropped the 2000 pound bombs on tents housing displaced families, causing 20 tents to disintegrate, killing at least 40 people and injuring more than 60, and leaving craters at least 9-meters deep.
Ahmed could not contact with his family when he woke up to the news of the bombing, and I can't imagine how scared and worried he must have been, not knowing if his family had survived or not. He told me that he managed to get in touch with his family eventually, and that they are alive, they are alive. They originally moved to Al-Mawasi because Israel designated it as a 'safe zone', yet Israel still bombed the displaced families staying there. Where are they supposed to go now? There is no safe place in Gaza, and they have 6 children with them...
Ahmed's campaign has been promoted by Bilal-Salah0. Bilal's campaign is listed as #132 on the verified fundraiser spreadsheet vetted by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi. Also vetted by association. Ahmed is a friend of @/hazempalestine (#281 on the verified fundraiser list by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi.). See post here.
Only âŹ3,144 raised of âŹ55,000 target! (5.7% of target)
I have been messaging with all of them and they are really lovely people. Please share/reblog and donate if you are able to! You don't have to donate a lot if you can't, every bit helps!!
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Arvin and kieran meeting a shy but sweet new girl with this team.
Tapu koko who through some magical shenanigans can't be more then a mile away from the girl with out falling incredibly ill.
A motherly salazle who has a charm that allows her to talk English
A blood moon ursaluna who's the girls main body guard and hes very protective
And a female iron valiant who acts like a big sister. Who threatens anyone that if they hurt the girl she'll cut them down
Gotta say I appreciate the addition of Blood Moon Ursa. Officially my fav gen 9 ground type <3
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Arven
The moment he met you, he realized you were too nice for your own good sometimes...being the shy and sweet transfer student who winds up being his partner in many classes.
He might tease you from time to time, although he lightens up only after he realizes Mabosstiff likes you--which mean he has to like you as well and not accidentally be too rude.
During battle studies, you two have a match and he's shook when you suddenly bring out Tapu Koko.
Somehow you have a powerful Alolan Guardian deity wrapped around your finger...yet you never once bragged about it.
But Arven fully believes you have a Ditto or Zorua who just chooses to impersonate a Tapu, wondering when it's gonna drop the act.
Soon he finds out that nope, it's the real deal, and you have some strange connection that doesn't allow it to wander too far from you.
Otherwise, it falls violently ill and its magic abilities are weakened.
You're certain it was hexed by someone who wanted to punish it for its mischief, so you've been travelling around hoping to find a "cure".
And ofc that meant Koko had to abandon its duties at Melemele Island and become your Pokémon. It was reluctant at first, but quickly became a loyal friend to you.
Eventually Arven meets the rest of your team, including a female Iron Valiant that escaped from the crater and made herself your ally after saving you from trouble.
She's your literal knight in shining armor, acting like a big sister figure instead of an emotionless robot programmed to attack.
Oftentimes she comes out of the pokeball herself if she senses you're in any kind of danger.
Blood Moon Ursaluna is another bodyguard of yours....who is MASSIVE and utterly terrifying.
All you did was go to Kitakami on a school trip and you suddenly come back with an ancient Ursaring variant/evolution??
How tf are you picking up so many dangerous Pokémon?
Just when he thinks Salazzle is the only "normal" one on your team...
He finds out that she can actually talk, addressing him by name and asking what he was cooking one day.
For a split second he thinks her pheromones/toxins were making him hallucinate...until he sees you having a full blown conversation with her.
It turns out that she developed the ability to speak human language, using it to scare off a group of male Salandits who were threatening you.
At first, she only ever said random words she picked up from humans, but you taught her how to speak coherently and gave her some books...and now she's 100% fluent in English.
All in all, Arven finds your team very...diverse.
You don't really do many Pokémon battles, as they all act like your bodyguards/friends instead. But then again he's never been too battle-crazy either (unlike a certain girl he knows who'd give ANYTHING to battle Tapu Koko).
Kieran
Your personality kinda reminds him of his old self: shy and sweet, oftentimes hiding behind protective figures, etc.
Part of him kinda hated it, but he was good at hiding it.
Was instantly impressed by your Pokémon team, especially the robotic-looking Gardevoir/Gallade hybrid.
Although being a country boi he's bewildered about her LED eyes and her robotic trills, and is definitely not too thrilled about all Pokémon looking like her in some distant/potential future.
Tapu Koko leaves him bewildered, especially when you explained your connection to it while it roamed around the coastal biome, reminiscing about its home in Alola.
He's heard rumors of the Blood Moon Ursaluna back in Kitakami, not caring for it as much as Ogerpon, but he NEVER expected to see that someone like you could have tamed it.
During a battle, Incineroar's flames almost burned you, and your Ursaluna was enraged and knocked him out with one Headlong Rush. Completely unprompted.
Since then Kieran made a point to instruct the feline to be more precise with his fire attacks..lest he became weak.
You impressed the League Club with your talking Salazzle...but at first he believes you're just being irritating and distracting..
Until she talks to him directly, and he's like "...oh wowzers..so you can understand me????"
That's the most shocked anyone in the club has ever seen their leader...
Being motherly as she is, your Salazzle often asks how he's feeling and how Hydrapple is....and he usually shuts down and tells her to mind her business.
But after Area Zero's events, when she asked him again he broke down crying and the poison/fire lizard lowkey panicked.
She had to get you to calm him down.
Since then you two have become close friends, and while in the beginning he was envious of your unique team (that also reminded him of somebody else), he realizes you thought his Hydrapple and battle setups were unique, too.
It honestly made his day.
#clanask#pokemon x reader#pokemon sv x reader#pokemon scarlet x reader#pokemon violet x reader#pokemon arven#pokemon arven x reader#pokemon kieran#pokemon kieran x reader#female reader#tapu koko#salazzle#iron valiant#bloodmoon ursaluna#headcanons
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Clementine [Yan Android Maid] comforting an anxious Reader
Word Count: 600
Warnings: None, pure fluff
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âA clementine is a hybrid between a mandarin orange and a sweet orange.âÂ
Breath in. Breath out. A delicate palm weighs gingerly to your sternum, another perched to the left side of your chest where your heart springs frantically against its cage. Together, they aim to steady the palpations of your heart - artificial lungs imitating the breaths of air meant for you to follow.Â
âTheir growing season is limited. Typically, clementines are available from late November to January.âÂ
Your chest swells as you take the first normal breath of several - the tremble of your body dying out along with your erratic exhales. Clementine extracts her hand from your chest, running her fingers along your arms till they make contact with your sweaty palms. She encourages you to squeeze with the slightly turn of your wrists - eyes falling shut as your nails breach her synetic skin.
âYou're off to a good start. Forgive me - I assure you that my ramblings were not of ill importance or to take lightly of your struggles. Estimations show a distraction may be beneficial for you at times like this and I thought you may be interested in hearing some of the facts I've gathered regarding my namesake. I apologize for that as well if I am wrong.â
âIt's alrightâŠâ A hand automatically rises to your cheek as you sniffle. You rest your hand against her as you sigh. âI'm glad you're doing things for yourself.â
âIf it is alright of me to inquire, could you please tell me the cause of your troubles so I may assist you better?â
The crowds. You were out shopping with Clementine when you decided to wander off by yourself to grab something you'd forgotten. She insisted on following you, but you were firm in believing you could do this one task on your own. Your android caretaker practically held your hand every which way you went and while that wasn't a bad thing in itself you had to have independency somewhere.Â
The swarm of people swallowed you up not long after you left her visual line of sight. You thought about turning back, but with so many moving forward it was hard for you to push through. You eventually found a bench to wait the rush out, but it only got worse from there.
âThere were just so many people⊠It was hard for me to breathe. I'm sorry for leaving with you. I thought I would be fine on my own⊠I'm sorryâŠâ
The orange glow of her optics whitens to an almost amber color as she blinks.Â
âThere is nothing for you to apologize for. It's normal for your kind⊠Humans, to want their own freedom. I have experienced that want myself in the past. If it means anything, I am proud of you for going off on your own, but I would also feel safer if you allowed me to be there with you. Nothing will hurt you so long as I am here. If anyone does, I will crush them.âÂ
Clementine mirrors her conviction with a tightening of her fist - punching a knuckle sized crater in the concrete below her. You laugh, a bit catch off guard by her antics. Clementine is not one to be so expressive. She pushes dust off her hand as she holds it out to you.Â
âShall we return home?âÂ
You take her hand - lifting yourself off the bench. âI guess so- Waaa!-â
Pulled forward, your chest falls against her back as Clementine kneels to make up the difference in your height and sweep you off your feet. She hooks her arms behind your knees, standing tall all while balancing the shopping bags from your earlier endeavors on her shoulders.Â
âAre you feel better?â
Locking your arms around her neck, you heartily nod - rubbing your cheek to herâs as a sign of your appreciation. âA bit. Thanks to you. I'm glad we met, Clem.â
The hue of her eyes softens yet again.Â
âI couldn't ask for a better existence. It is you I should be thankingâŠ.â
#clementine my oc#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere headcanons#yandere oc#yandere imagines#yandere x you#yandere scenarios#yandere blurb#yandere insert#female yandere#soft yandere#yandere fluff#yandere android
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â©Â°ïœĄâ đ«đđđđđąđšđ§đŹ đđš đ đ«đđđđđ« đ°đĄđš đ„đąđ€đđŹ đđš đđąđđ! âïœĄÂ°â©
anonymous wrote: how would the boys react with a reader that likes to nibble them?
characters: ajax/tartaglia, kamisato ayato, thoma, alhaitham
notes: aaah this was really fun anon thank you for your question! happy valentineâs day everyone!!
warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, biting, bruising, blood, minimal prep, daddy kink, sadism, dom/sub power/relationship dynamics, a mention of dacryphilia in ajaxâs, reader is female
words: 1.5k
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ajax has a huge biting kink and absolutely will bite you back at least twice as hard. he likes to make it a game of sorts; who can bite the hardest? who can stand it the longest? who will give in/give up first? who will finally cry out in pain? who can conjure pretty little crystalline drops of hedonistic agony in the otherâs eyes, adorning thick eyelashes and soft cheeks? who can break skin and draw blood first? who can leave the biggest, deepest, harshest bruised bite? and when itâs finally over, when he inevitably comes out on top, emerges as the winner, he likes to compare battle wounds, making little comments in that soft, sweet, awe-stricken voice before taking polaroids of the prettiest marksâimmortalizing them for safekeeping, kept between the pages of an old, worn journalâand dating them with little notes in that signature spiky slanted handwriting, thoughts scrawled in black sharpie across the bottom border.
itâs routine, ritual, at this point, for him to take his time appreciating each and every wound heâs carved into your flesh, tracing the indents of his teeth, all thirty-two of them, with his index finger in the most loving, gentlest caresses. lips journey across the map of his creations with docile little kissesâghosts of adoration that skim and stroke your marred skin, flesh still oozing crimson and flowering a scattered collection of oceanic bruises, all violet and charcoal and deep azureâbefore he dips into them with his tongue, laving over them and filling the tiny craters with viscous saliva, sticky and thick.
but despite his inherent sadism, he is an absolute king at aftercare, tending to both your wounds and his own with the utmost devotion as murmured praises pour in endless streams from his lips. the sentiments wash over your body in seamless conjunction with his hands, purifying you in every sense, his words like a soothing salve as his fingers work diligently, cleaning and bandaging, patching up and healing your wounds.
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he laughs, low and smooth and drenched with condescension, as if your sharp teeth sinking into his flesh are nothing more than the tickle of a feather, as if itâs so cute that you think you can hurt him, that you think you can have any affect on him at all. you should know better, really; ayato is masterful at controlling his emotions and reactions, and the chances of conjuring a genuine response that isnât carefully curated and constructed is slim. you know better than to break the skin, though, know better than to ever leave a mark darker than something that wonât fade within fifteen minutes, that if you do itâs an instant spanking for youâor worse, depending on the severity of the wound. Â
itâs cute, he tells you, that you want to mark up Daddy so much, claiming your territory and stamping him as yours. but he promises you can do that in other ways that donât induce public speculation on what he does in his personal life, heâs sure.
you agree, for the most part, hating the impermanence of bruises and bite marks irregardless and preferring something that is much more concrete, something that makes a statement, bold and firm and uneraseable. but this doesnât stop the edges of your teeth scraping along his skinâhis jaw and his neck and the exposed notches of his collarboneâbecause it was never really about that, was it?
no, of course not. because you only get this way, suddenly voracious and starved for his flesh, suddenly compulsive and desperate to gnaw on his bones, when heâs busy, when youâre sat on his lap and snuggling into his chest after begging and crying and swearing youâll be good, when heâs entirely disregarding your presence in favour of the thick manila folders on his desk and the weathered documents between his fingers.
you both know he could ignore it if he wanted to, could resist giving into your pathetic little demands for attention with the utmost ease, unbothered and unfazed by the little pricks of pain your nips and nibbles conjure, but that isnât very fun. Â
a hum of mock contemplation vibrates against his ribs, his voice deep and decadent, dark and dangerous as he murmurs out a warning. âdo you think itâs wise to bite Daddy while heâs trying to do work, baby? you promised youâd behave if he let you stay with him, but youâre not behaving in the slightest, are you?â
no, youâre not, and heâs going to fucking do something about it. because thatïżœïżœïżœs what good Daddyâs are supposed to do, isnât it?
â§Ë°. đđĄđšđŠđ .°Ëâ§
moans, loudly. he tries to resist how fucking good it feels, the way it makes his stomach swoop and flutter, the way it makes his cock twitch almost violently, and in a sweet, shaky voice he attempts to coax you out of it, each gentle request met with a sinful little giggle, bubbly and warm as sunshine as it seeps into his skin. each cute little bite is sealed with your tongue, wide and flat against his skin as it drags across the rapidly developing mark, painting each in a stroke of glistening saliva. chills skitter across his flesh with every precious laugh you huff out, your amusement cool against his wet neck.
thoma lets you have your fun for longer than any of the other men would, because he has such a difficult time firmly saying no to you and asserting his authority; because he only ever wants to give you the very best, make you the very happiest, almost desperate in the way he shreds himself into curls of tinder and sets himself alight in his haste to give into your every wish and whim.
that doesnât mean heâs invincible, though. sure, heâll allow such behaviour to continue for as long as he can possibly stand it, except you keep pushing and pushingâruthlessly, ceaselessly, keen to see just how far you can prod before those flames of desire licking at his tummy and up his throat finally erupt into an untameable blazeâand eventually, Daddy has to do something about it.
because heâs only human, after all; thereâs only so much teasing a man can takeâonly so many little nips of your canines, only so many kittenish laps over minuscule injuries, only so many bounces of your cotton-clad pussy on his clothed cock in time with each of your gigglesâbefore heâs finally rucking up your skirt, hem bunching around your waist, eager fingers tugging your panties to the side and shoving his cock into your ill-prepared but slick cunt. a heavy sigh of bliss wafts across your face as he bottoms out, bones melting beneath the heat of his scorching lust, body relaxed, relieved, as the fire is fed.Â
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heâll let you have your fun for a little bit, gnawing away on his neck and shoulder and collarbone, head tilting slightly to allow you more room to work as incisors nibble along his jawâgentle little nips that are nothing more than teasing, lacquered in shimmering spit only a moment later. however, as time goes on, the force and strength and pressure of your bites increases, becomes harder, heavier, hellaciousâhe knows this, of course, expects it every time, because he knows you inside out, back to front, his favourite storybook to study, a living, breathing, constantly evolving tale edited by him, and thereâs only so far heâll allow you to go before he decides itâs time to put you back in your rightful place, restore you back to your rightful state.
you know when heâs getting close to snapping, too; can feel it in the way smooth, sculpted muscle begins to tense and coil beneath you, can tell by the way his cock begins to swell, slow and steady, hard and hot and heavy as it presses into your core, rough denim gyrating in micro-circles against soft, lace trimmed cotton. but itâs when his breath stutters, fragmented to sharp little shards that catch in his throat after a particularly vicious bite, that you know heâs finally cracked.
then heâs flipping you over, body trapped between his and the couch, so quick it knocks the breath from your chest, so quick your mind canât even comprehend it before youâre ensnared beneath him, sharp hipbones snuggling between plush thighs as a growl ripples his ribs. sharp ivory slices into your flesh, strong jaw flexing as the hinges clamp shut, locked in place until his teeth thoroughly etch his name across your body in deep, dark indents thatâll take over a day to puff up, blooming a tiny grotesque garden of molds of each tooth; rigid little graves and groves in shades of violet and navy. his cock throbs against you the entire time, rutting into your core in barely controlled movements, resistance and restraint stretched into thin taut vines. but it isnât until youâre whining out his name, high and pitchy and broken, stuffed full of spit and straining with sobs, that he finally unlatches his mouth from your neck and gives you what you really want, thick cock tearing you open as he buries himself in your cute little hole and fills you to the hilt, head pressed firm and tight against your cervix.
#tartaglia x reader#tartaglia smut#alhaitham x reader#alhaitham smut#kamisato ayato smut#kamisato ayato x reader#thoma x reader#thoma smut#genshin smut#genshin impact smut#eeee enjoy friends
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Forgotten Demon Twin 4/?
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Damian crossed his arms. A part of him wanted to be angry at Danyal. How dare he lie to them? They wanted to ensure he was fine, and here he was, not telling them the whole truth.
Then, the guilt set in.
Damian wouldnât have to have asked if he had checked up on his brother if he had remembered he had a brother. Why was he so angry? They were strangers to Danyal. Of course, he would keep his secrets close to his chest. He had lied to the League, knowing that it could result in his death. Lying to the famous âno killing allowedâ Batman mustâve been easier.
Danyal sat in midair, his legs crossed.
It was difficult to see Danyal as, was he a ghost? Was his brother dead?
âHow did you gain powers,â Richard asked, âNeither Talia nor Bruce have the metagene.â
Danyal shrugged but didnât answer.
âListen, I appreciate that you guys care enough to come and visit me, even if it is years later,â he mumbled the last part. It still made the family flinch, âBut I donât owe you guys anything. I donât have to explain the ifs, whys, and buts. Just because you guys feel guilty, you canât just uproot my whole life and claim to care and want to take me away from the only loving family I have ever known.â
âIâm not in any danger hereââ
âYouâre a child hero without adult supervision,â Bruce said.
ââAnd I have everything under control.â
âYou shouldnât have to have everything under control, Danny. I understand the need to help, but youâre young. You deserve to have some help.â
âWhat makes you think I donât have help?â
âReally, do your parents know youâre Phantom?â
Danyal said nothing.
âWe want to help, Danyal,â Damian said.
A look of anger marred Danyalâs face.
âHelp? Like when you said you would help me train, shoved a sword through my shoulder, and then pushed me from a tower?â
Damian flinched and ignored Timâs judgmental look.
âThat was wrong of me. I apologize for everything Iâve done to you.â
Danny was about to say something before stopping. He still wasnât one hundred percent sure this wasnât a trap and didnât want to give Damian a reason to take him back. So far, it looked like the League was no longer involved, but Batman and hisâŠchildren were an unknown factor. If he could convince them to leaveâŠ
âDaniel James Fenton, you are in big trouble, young man!â
Uh-oh. Irate older sister alert.
Every member of the Batfamily was surprised that an angry teenage red-haired girl had snuck up on them.
She was carrying a green and white baseball bat, and her eyes seemed to glow.
Duke noticed she had a weird aura around her, too. It wasnât as strong as Dannyâs, but still there.
âWho are you people? Why is a group of mostly adults meeting my younger brother in the middle of the night in a desolate park?â
The girl looked at everyone at them and gave a double take when she spotted Damian. She turned to Danny.
âWhy are they here,â she asked loudly.
âJazz, this is Bruce and Damian Wayne. They are my biological father and twin brother. Oh, and everyone else is Bruceâs adopted kids, I guess.â
Wow, he had Damianâs introduction skills.
She turned around and crossed her arms. The bat was still in her hands.
âIâll ask again: why are you here?â
âI just found out about Danny and wanted to meet him?â
Jazz walked up to Bruce and, without hesitation, poked Bruceâs chest with the baseball bat.
âOh, and you couldnât have waited until morning and talked to our parents first? You just had to lure my baby brother away from the safety of his home and basically ambush him?â
âJazz,â Danny whined, embarrassed.
âIâm just saying it how I see it, little brother.â
âThere were some outside circumstances that wouldâve made meeting,â Jazz interrupted Bruce by banging the end of the baseball bat on the floor. It left a crater.
âI donât care about youâre âoutside circumstances.â Most of you are adults, and you have a minor with you at night without his legal guardianâs knowledge. If you want to talk to Danny, meet our parents first and set up a meeting like a normal person.â
âJazz, you donât understand who they areââ
âI donât care if theyâre the president. Rules exist for a reason. Now come, Danny, weâre going home. Tucker and Sam are worried.â
Danny detransformed and followed Jazz. The last thing he heard was the butler say, âI like her.â
He sighed. It was going to be a long ride back home.
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Tim had yet to learn what happened.
One minute, he was introduced to the Demon Bratâs twin brother (who seemed more mellow than Damian). The next, they had been attacked by some creature that Danny beat in under ten seconds.
He knew Danny had been lying when he opened his mouth, and Cass had confirmed it. He hadnât had time to interrogate the kid, though, before an angry red-hair, who reminded him a bit of Barbara, showed up and chewed Bruce out while holding nothing more than a baseball bat.
âWell, that wasâŠinteresting,â Duke said.
âI like her,â Jason said, âShe stood up to Bruce.â
Bruce glared at Jason. It wasnât often he got chewed out, and it had never been from a teenage girl. He didnât like it.
âSo, next course of action,â Tim asked.
âTt, obviously we get Danyal out of thisâŠsituation. He shouldnât have to deal with all of this alone.â
âI donât think thatâs a good idea, baby bat.â
âWhy not?â
âDanny seems to be attached to his adoptive family. Heâs suffered a lot in the League. Donât you think we should consider his feelings?â
The brat thought about it before deflating a little but said nothing.
âSo, I repeat: what now?â
Bruce said nothing, not sure what to do.
Suddenly, the smell of earl grey tea was heavy in the air, and he felt the phantom hand of his late surrogate father.
He took a deep breath and said, âItâs time to meet the Fenton.â
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Shiver - NSFW (18+)
Melissa Schemmenti x Neighbour!Reader
a/n & etc: porn w/o plot realness! fingering, begging, cunnilingus, dommy reader, subby melissa, fwb type deal, fucking w/feelings!! this was lots of fun to write eek! lmk thoughts x
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The air was cold against Melissaâs skin. Sudden, cold, and sobering. The three glasses of wine seemed to leave her cloudy conscience in seconds. What with the wild haired woman sinking down to the floorâ having hiked Melâs dress up over those delicious hips.
âMmmâŠI can smell the soothing oil you used. Coconut and Pomegranate? Mustâve waxedâŠâ You hummed to yourself, lacy red panties were swiftly pulled to the side, exposing the redhead to you.
âY..yeah I- I uh- waxed for you. Thought youâd appreciate it..â manicured nails raked affectionately through your hair. âSeems like you doâŠâ the nerves that Melissa was having began to ease, thinking of all the places the night might go.
Gentle, slender fingers swiped over puffy lips, drooling with want and desire. You hummed in amusement, savouring the way that Mel trembled at the touch. Like it was second nature, you laid your tongue flat against your playthingâs folds, pulling a heavy groan from the redhead above.
âI-insideâŠâ Melissa murmured through light breaths.
âHmm?â You quirked an eyebrow, piercing eyes stirring with question at the redheadâs remarks.
âI need you inside- fuck..â
You grabbed both of Melissaâs thighs, nails creating half moon craters in their wake. Spreading them further, you quietly obliged, parting the redheadâs lips with two fingers, pulling away to spit in your hand and firmly slapping Melâs cunt.
âA-ah fuckâŠfuck!â A high pitched squeal ripped from Melissa- to both your surprise.
âOf course a slut like you would like that. Again~â
Two more smacks followed, and before Mel could voice any complaints, she buckled at the sensation of two strong fingers curling into her. Her mouth fell open, eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy.
You chuckled, deep and low. It made Melissaâs thighs twitch. You always enjoyed the power you had, seeing your whorish neighbour crumble to dust in your hands. You brought your lips back to Melâs cunt, focusing in on her clit with firm sucks and licks that left your chin dripping with juices.
âY-Y/n! Jesus fucking- f-ffuck!â Melissa cried, her head tossing back and hitting the wall. Melâs head span with pain and pleasure, the whole ordeal making her dizzy with need.
Another curl of your fingers sent the redhead careening over the edge, brought on and prolonged by your mouth enveloping her entire cunt. Her back arched, body going taught like a bowâ before violent waves of overstimulation hit her. Melissa allowed the pleasure to fade into overstimulation, coming a second time shortly after the ravenette added a third finger.
ây/nâ y-y/nâŠy/n..y/nâŠâ She breathed, pulling your head away from her cunt. She saw how smug your face was, making her scowl in mock annoyance.
âWas it good? Better than your loser guy lackies?â you teased, chin dripping and shiny in the late night light.
âMmh..I may need a larger sample to make any substantial determinationsâŠhow about you take me upstairs..?â
ââŠof course, my dear.â You hummed, sweeping Melissa off of her feet, the two of you giggling the entire way upstairsâŠ
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So Iâm just gonna go ahead and recommend your 3rd installment of the Bolts series, The Jester, for FF.
Babes, I swear you keep outdoing yourself with every chapter and you keep making me love Chuckles and Crater even more đ„°đ„°
I feel like Chuckles is the living embodiment of âlooks like a cinnamon roll and could kill you, but is a cinnamon roll.â And Crater is just đ„”đ I love them both so much!!
I am SO hyped for part 4!! Love you!!
ERIN YOU ABSOLUTELY SWEET AND KIND HUMAN, THANK YOU!!! I very much agree with your assessment of Chuckles's character. And also Crater's. I'm so hyped you're enjoying this series, and I cannot WAIT to put the finishing touches on Part 4 and get it posted. Thank you again for the very kind words and for getting as excited as I am about these boys!
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#FANDOM FRIDAY#creator appreciation#fic rec#fanfiction#fan fic#star wars#the clone wars#tcw#OC Crater#OC Chuckles#Gregor#nsft#lemon#lemony lemon#clone oc#oc x reader#oc x you#Crater x reader#crater x you#chuckles x reader#chuckles x you#gregor x reader#gregor x you
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