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The Killing Moon

PT1: Camp Spirit

Ellie Williams x Reader

Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt.

Premise: You are a camp counsellor who comes back year after year to be at peace in the one place you love the most. Though there is something different in the air, could it be love or maybe an ancient evil you’ve mistakenly awakened?

Warnings: slight mentions of violence / mentions of monsters and cryptids / raunchy humour / spooky?

The Killing Moon Playlist

PART TWO: The Colour Wars

Week One of Summer Camp

Camp Honey Hills is what you could call 'off the radar'. It sat way up past the hills and forests of Oregon, relatively untouched by the urban nightmare of the city. It stayed peaceful and undisturbed as leaves shed from trees and snow covered every inch of ground, but the camp was alive for one season of the year. Even in the quietness of preparing for the campers to arrive you could still hear counsellors laughing with one another and that's how you could tell the camp was waking up from its ten-month slumber.

"Anyone in the White Tail Deer Cabin, over here!" I held my hand up and waved to the kids piling out of the buses, carrying duffle bags bigger than themselves. The first day of camp was always the most stressful, the only thing to get you through was the idea that it would be over soon and we could get to the fun part of summer.

I already had a handful of girls crowding around me, all of them were either ten or eleven; depending on how you look at it, I either got blessed or cursed that I was assigned to a cabin of older girls. While the younger ones were wild and untamable, the older ones tended to be snarky and standoffish, these girls we’re leaning toward wild.

"Hi," I look up from my clipboard to see a scrawny girl, she has long black hair in two French braids, a summer camp staple. "My thing says that Ellie is my counsellor and I don't know who that is."

"All good," I bend down to her height, "It's that pretty girl over there," I point at Ellie, she's talking to one of the girls in her cabin, and her dark eyebrows are furrowed at what I can only assume to be an absurd question. "You're in the Grizzly Cabin, looks like I'll be seeing a lot of you."

The girl doesn't answer me with words, from the way she's looking at me you'd think I just told her that I sat on her hamster. She gives me one last side glance before she struts off and lugs her duffle bag behind her. "That weird girl said I was in your cabin," I hear ever so faintly in the distance, Ellie bites back a laugh.

I shake off the not-so-subtle cruelty of a pre-teen and go back to yelling for all of the girls in my cabin. So far I had seven of the eight campers I was supposed to have, I was in the lead and if I collected all of the girls in my cabin first, that would be more points towards the camp cup. You should know that I take the camp cup very seriously, it really isn't anything more than a trophy that Tommy and Joel give to a cabin but I haven't lost it in the past five years that I've worked here. 

"Is your name Tamar?" I point at a stubby ginger girl, "You look like your name is Tamar," I was on the hunt for the eighth girl in my cabin so I could win the arrival day points. 

"Uh, no," She said, looking as muddled as scrambled eggs "My name is Marcy."

"Then get out of here, Marcy," I look past her and nod at a girl with skin the colour of ebony wood "Are you Tamar?" This girl looks around to double-check that I'm talking to her before she shakes her head no.

"Who's my counsellor then?" Marcy who stands at a maximum of what looks to be a mighty 4'3 is peering into my soul with her icy blue eyes and I almost shudder, all I could think is that someone needed to get this four-foot-nothing girl some contact lenses.

"Your counsellor and cabin should be on the slip of paper that administration gave you."

"I lost my paper."

"Um," I glance around at the other counsellors, collecting their campers. My eyes settle on Abby, she's wearing a Camp Honey Hills T-shirt. She looks like she's got everything more put together and organized than any other counsellor so I decided to dump this kid on her. "It's that blonde girl with the big muscles, you better hurry because she'll crush you if you aren't there in time."

Marcy looks at Abby and then back to me with wide eyes at my words before she scurries away. As I watch her roll up to Abby's group, I quickly realize that there is no way she is in that cabin. Abby got the oldest group, consisting of fourteen and fifteen-year-olds and I was sure that Marcy, with all of her missing teeth, was no older than nine. I avert my eyes to avoid any wrath.

I spot Jesse who is trying to wrangle up his boys who are already rough housing and throwing each other in the dirt. Somehow he always ends up with the returning campers or the savage ones who would surely put my head on a stick before taking a shower. 

"Is this the White Tail Deer Cabin?" A girl with pale skin and brown hair stares me down, she's tall for her age and lanky.

"Are you Tamar?"

"Yeah," She says it like she's annoyed.

"Perfect," I smile, turning to my group "Alright girls, that's everyone," I turn to look in Tommy's direction "I said that's everyone," I enunciate louder to be sure he can hear me, each of my campers gives one another a snide glance. 

Tommy presses his lips together in a thin line and answers me with a thumbs-up. He already knew I would be the first to get my group together, I always was. He and Joel are the camp directors, they were talking about something before I called their attention.

Marcy points at me and Abby looks in my direction, her eyebrows knit together. Great, now I was being snitched on my nine-year-old. Abby calls out my name but I'm already ushering my girls towards the cabins "Who wants to see the cabin?"

In just moments, I'm long gone and walking the trail to the girl's cabins. Breathing one last moment of peace, the earthy bitterness in the air, droplets of last night's rain slipping off leaves. It made me want to savour every moment in the forest I had before summer ended and I had to go back to stuffy dorms and lectures along with people as boring as the city itself. I've never been able to fathom why anyone would dream of the city, of the drug users and creepy men roaming the streets. Concrete everything and headaches from blue light, every day that I was away at college I dreamed of coming back here, I counted down the days I could turn my phone off and disappear from the world for a while.

The boys may have had a shorter walk to their bunkhouse but the girls definitely got the better view. It also didn't hurt that the circle of cabins was right beside the pasture so we woke up to watch horse grazing, unless you don't like horses, then you can just ignore them I guess.

"Okay, ladies," I open the door to our cabin, a little carving of a doe above the doorframe. "This is our cabin, go ahead and claim your bunks, I don't care who goes where, just don't fight about it and no one set up on my bed."

"How do we know which one is yours?" One of the girls, Leslie, asks. 

"Because it's the only one that's set up," I say, bluntly and I see the realization hit her like it was a math equation that finally clicked in her head "You guys can unpack and I'll go over the cabin constitution in a minute."

As my campers piled into the cabin, ravenously fighting over who got which bed, I saw Ellie walking up with her girls. Our cabins were right next to each other, we shared a little porch that Maria decorates with plants while Ellie and I neglect them until they're wilted and we try to save them so we don't get yelled at. Alternatively, dump the responsibility of nurturing plants on one of your campers, kids love to water stuff and feel important.

Ellie's campers begin to walk up the porch and into the cabin, one of her girls runs up to me "I wanna be in your cabin again," Lana pouts, I had her last year and I can't say that I have a least favourite camper but if I could, it would definitely be Lana. "Ellen is so mean."

"Well, maybe she would be nicer if you said her name right." I look up to see Ellie who mouths a 'Thank you'  "Call her Ellie and maybe you two can be nice to each other."

Lana looks between the two of us before wordlessly walking into the cabin in trail of the other girls. "It's shaping up to be an interesting summer."

"We've survived worse," I cross my arms "Do you remember Tucker? That kid Jesse had who managed to tie a piece of dental floss around a wasp and carry it around with him all day like a balloon."

"He was a little weird but he was chill," Ellie jokes, like every other counsellor, she's wearing the Honey Hills T-Shirt and Demin shorts, her auburn hair pulled back into a half up half down style "How about that girl in Dina's cabin who wrote Reid letters pretending to be Priya?"

I laugh "I can't believe it went on so long."

"I can, Reid's a fucking idiot." She says "He pronounces chutney like chut-uh-ney."

"Oh my god, I hate that so much," I was obviously dragging on this conversation, hunting for reasons to talk to her "And the way he says Ibiza and Cuba and like everything." 

"Do you remember when he joined the women supporting women club in high school?"

"Please don't remind me, that was awful," I chuckle "The worst part is that he ran that shit like the navy."

"Are you coming inside?" Chloe pokes her head out the door.

"I guess so," I answer "Uh, I'll see you at the campfire," I tell Ellie before stepping into my cabin and seeing pure chaos. The four bunkbeds that were pristinely set up just hours ago were now clad in each girl's personal bedding, ranging from Chloe's neat colour scheme of light blue and white to Kim's mismatched quilts, fuzzy pillows, and bright orange sleeping bag. They were still working on getting everything set up, specifically getting the fitted sheets onto the twin-sized waterproof mattress. Some of the girls were even beginning to tape up photos of their friends and family from back home. "Wow, looks great girls."

"Can we go to dinner yet?" Leslie asked, her twin braids hanging over her pink hoodie.

"No, it is three o'clock but we will go over the cabin constitution."  A couple of the girls let out groans of disapproval "First you always listen to me, do as I say not as I do. Respect others and their belongings, please don't hurt anyone or yourself. Maintain personal hygiene and do not go anywhere without telling someone where. Also, we have shower schedules, showers are absolutely mandatory, and no one will talk their way out of it. On Friday's we have tuck shop, and everyone gets a twenty dollar allowance for that, no you do not actually touch the money it's part of the camp package, I take your orders and come back with candy. We have campfires every night, breakfast, lunch, and dinner are mandatory to attend even if you don't eat which I strongly encourage you do."

"Do we have to go if we're sick?" Tamar asked me.

"No."

"But you just said it was mandatory."

"It's mandatory if you aren't sick."

"But you said-

"Stop," I clasp my hands together "I know I'm older than you guys but I promise you can tell me and ask me anything." I smile, looking around "Any other questions?"

"Can we swear?" Valentina asks, she's kicking her feet off her bed on the top bunk. Her skin is the colour of copper and she has a little dusting of freckles over her button nose.

"I don't really care just don't do it around other adults and don't tell them that I told you that."

"What's the wifi?" Morgan was typing something on her phone which was by far more expensive than the model I owned. Dina had Morgan in previous years and I wasn't too thrilled to be in charge of the (as she claimed) disrespectful blonde monster sent from hell to ruin her life.

"We don't have wifi, we hardly have service," I tell her "And you aren't even supposed to have your phone here but you can't do anything on it anyways so it doesn't matter."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Leah chimes in, she's sitting on the ground with Oliver and slowly but surely braiding her friend's hair.

"Not at the moment, no."

"So are you a lesbian?" Olive follows up for her friend.

"Um," I press my lips together, my mind failing me, "I think we're good on questions, who wants a camp tour?" No one says or does anything, they just kind of look around awkwardly "That's too bad, you're getting one."

Everyone gathered around the crackling fire pit on splintered wooden benches. The warm glow of the campfire flickered in the midst of a cool summer night, casting dancing shadows on the faces of worn-out campers who were ready for bed. 

Tommy had given his speech to sike up the kids for the rest of the summer, he made sleeping in the woods sound like a lot of fun. "We're giving you tonight to settle in but I promise that starting tomorrow we are hitting the ground running, activities from morning until dark, this will be a summer to remember," He smiles brightly "I don't wanna babble too long so I'm gonna give the attention to Miles who is going to kick off our campfire by playing the guitar for us."

Miles sat directly across from me in the first row of benches so I could only see him through the orange flames of the fire. "This is an original song I wrote, so far it's untitled but I'm open to ideas," He made himself comfortable with the guitar, readjusting it to sit in his lap properly. 

"What do you wanna bet it's about?" Ellie whispers into my ear from beside me. Since the day cooled into the night, she's thrown on a gray hoodie to keep herself warm. You would be an idiot to ignore how pretty she looks illuminated by nothing more than stray stars in the sky and a campfire.

"I'll put five bucks on sex,"

"Sex?" She raises her eyebrows "I don't think he's stupid enough to sing a song about sex in front of kids, I'm gonna say it's about being a tortured artist."

"It could easily be both," I look down and see Ellie's muddied converse "We break even if he does both." The fire roared before us like our own miniature hell.

Miles clears his throat and lets his curly blonde locks fall over his forehead. Beginning to strum, he made that weird face he makes every time he plays guitar, where he scrunched his eyebrows together "Baby, maybe, I just wanna do you, do you, do you wanna do me? do me underneath the moonlight," He's too lost in his song to see the horror on every counsellor's face "Baby, baby, maybe I will steal you, steal you, just so I can feel you, feel you, maybe that would heal you."

I cover my mouth with my hand to stop me from cackling. The older kids were on the verge of laughing themselves while the younger kids seemed utterly confused. "Holy shit," I mutter so quietly that my words got blown away with the wind.

Ellie didn't try to stop her laughter, just hide it, she buried her head into the crook of my neck so no one could see how red her face was. She was far better off than Dina who was laughing so hard that she was clutching her stomach and nearly falling over, Miles seemed to be oblivious to all of this. In Dina’s defence, it was difficult not to laugh at a song so wildly inappropriate and bad in general.

Miles had far from the best voice, he just sounded like every other white guy who sang Wonderwall at a girl, not to her but at her "Sticky thighs are you wild now or just a memory? I heard your broken cries and looked into your eyes under the moonlight, so do you wanna do me, do me, so I can heal you, heal you, from the inside-

He stops abruptly when Joel takes the guitar away from him "How about Sawyer tells us the camp legend instead."

Those who knew who Sawyer was looked towards him, Miles was trying helplessly to get his guitar back from Joel who was holding it just slightly out of reach. "It's been a while since I've told this so forgive me if-

"No one cares, just tell it," Ashlynn said. She was one of the counsellors who clearly didn't want to be there, which meant all of the campers thought her to be the coolest; in all fairness, she was cool. Ashlynn had bleach blonde shaggy hair, so light that it almost looked white. Her eyeliner was always a little smudged and she was only there to keep the kids alive, she tended to be the first to opt out of group activities and go to bed early.

"Okay well, it starts way back in the sixteen-hundreds, on these very grounds there was a small village," Sawyer put on his best storytelling voice which was just him lowering his voice an octave. "They lived in peace for decades, and throughout all of those decades there was a woman named Abigail who never seemed to age, while all of her friends and family developed wrinkles, their hair turned gray, and their bodies sagged, Abigail still looked nineteen even at her alleged age of sixty-seven." 

The new campers seemed enraptured but returning kids and counsellors seemed bored out of their minds, I even spotted one boy who's been attending this camp longer than I have, mouthing the words of Sawyers tale.

"They accused her of witchcraft and she was shortly exiled far up the hill into what we now call the Honey House. They left her with nothing more than a hunting knife, a canteen of water, the clothes on her back, and a small portion of seeds. The villages burned down her home in town along with everything inside it. If you think that is the end-

"Think again!" Dina cut in, getting up from her spot and squeezing herself beside Sawyer. "With Abigail gone the villagers thought they would be safe but just days after Abigail was exiled, anomalies began to appear-

Sawyer chimed back in "At first they were harmless, pixies, gnomes, jackalopes, nyiads by the rivers and dryads in the trees. The creatures appearing slowly began to appear more and more dangerous and at last, the snatchers arrived-

"Like a muscular and tall emaciated human. The most terrifying creatures to ever be seen, they roamed just outside of the village and lured children in, they slurped the flesh right off of the children's bodies like prey and wore the clothes of their last victim. They have no lips just a bloody gash and when they don't eat, the gash begins to reseal, leaving nothing on their gray faces but large and pale sunken eyes the size of my fist!" Dina clenched her hand into a fist and held it up for everyone to see.

"Their fingers are long and rotted, long curls of claws on each of their ten spindly fingers. The males are devoid of all hair and the females hardly have hair at all, just small plugs of greasy and matted strands. Their teeth are sharper than fangs and are rotten black and yellow, a foul odour escaping each time they open their disgusting gashes of a mouth. Though the snatchers were the most feared among villagers, they were also being terrorized by other creatures, such as pine devils who slithered from the forests at night and attacked families. There was ghouls who would take on the form of the last corpse they devoured and of course, the wampus which was half-man and half-cat, would stalk villagers.”

"Like a furry?" One of the boys from Jesse's cabin peeped.

"No," Sawyer exasperated "Like a scary and intimidating cat-man."

"So does it look more like the Cat in the Hat or like Cats the Musical?"

"It doesn't look like either, it's a terrifying man that is covered in fur and looks like a cat but is also a man."

"So Cats the Musical?"

Dina ignored the comment and continued with the story "After a year the village population had been cut in half and everyone thought it to be the witch, they figured that Abigail had cursed them for exiling her so they lit up their torches at sunset and marched up the hill to the Honey House. Abigail pleaded with them and explained that she hadn't cursed them but during her residency in the village she had warded off each evil spirit and creature with her witchcraft but she no longer could protect the village after they burned her home down and all her supplies inside of it."

After muttering to Jesse to get his cabin in order, Sawyer picked up when Dina left off "The villagers begged for her forgiveness and apologised for their cruel acts in the hope that Abigail would rid them of the monsters, Abigail said she would but in return they grant her return to the village, so the townfolk agree-

"With all her supplies to ward off the creatures gone, Abigail resorts to a blood ritual. She tells the townfolk that they must complete the ritual before sundown. She creates five pentagrams made of sticks and twine. Abigail races around the village to place the pentagrams and avoid the creatures while she does so, the villagers ward the monsters away from her with their torches. At each pentagram, Abigail slices her palm open and squeezes her fist to drip blood onto each one, then she ignites the pentagram with a torch and utters an incantation. She slashes her thighs and calves to get enough blood and in a last-ditch effort, she cuts her wrists open to finalize the ritual," Only the younger kids had been paying any attention to the story, they seemed downright terrified, clinging to one another but trying to play it cool.

"I fail to see how this is any less inappropriate than Miles's song," Cat mutters with one girl huddled into her, her arm slung over the little girl and rubbing her back to soothe her.

"Once she had completed the ritual, Abigail said that no creatures should return to the village. She is bleeding out in the middle of the town square but the town doctor only watches her, and refuses to help so she begs the appointed mayor to bury her beside her mother, he answers by saying 'The graveyard is sacred and we will not let it be tainted by filthy witch blood' in her final breath she plunged for the mayor and drags her bloody palms down his face, cursing him. Once she is no longer breathing her body begins to rapidly age into the appearance of the sixty-eight-year-old woman she was supposed to be. The townsfolk cut Abigail's body into five parts, two legs, two arms, and the torso with the head still attached and buried her on the border of the village."

Everyone sat in silence "Is that the end?" someone asked, though they were in the back row of benches and I couldn't see who it was.

"Yup," I answer "Abigail gets renamed as 'the girl that time forgot' in folklore and she never gets revenge on the townsfolk for betraying her after she laid down her life for them." I had never liked the legend. Young boys thought it was cool and gory and fifteen-year-old girls thought it was poetic and tragic but I hated it to death. Other camps have fun light-hearted legends about playful forest spirits or secret villages of fairies deep in the woods but we got an edgy story about a woman who just wanted to be loved.

"I wish she let the snatchers eat them all," Ellie said the same thing that she says every year, she wasn't wrong, that's how I wished it ended too. 

"Just wait until one eats you," I joke.

"Nah, I'd kick it's ass."

"I'm sure you would but right now you owe be five bucks.”

"No, we didn't pick this legend, it's true," I heard Jesse's voice cutting through the conversations of the crowd.

"Bullshit," Mordecai said, he was one of those kids who thought it was cool and edgy to be an asshole and act older than he was. He despised summer camp but every summer his parents forced him back much to our dismay.

"It's not," Bowie jumped in "The snatchers come back to visit us sometimes." 

"Yeah? I thought Abigail banished them with blood magic."

"The spell is growing weaker with time, it's slowly wearing out and there hasn't been a witch to revive it," Jesse was a good storyteller, he should've been the one to deliver the camp legend. He found a way to enrapture people with his words.

That's when I decided to call it a night for my girls, the longer you stayed at the campfire, the more outlandish stories the guys would tell and I learned my lesson last year that it is very easy to give ten-year-olds nightmares. "Whitetail deer, we're heading out," I stand up.

A few of the girls had groans and complaints while others seemed happy to leave. Ellie looked up at me from where I stood and did the same "Grizzlies, we're leaving too,"

"You're just saying that because you wanna hit it, Williams," Dean said between obviously fake coughs into his fist, causing Ashlynn to bite back a smile and Miles to playfully punch him on the arm. 

"Dean," Tommy gave him a stern look and said nothing else, Dean took the hint and ceased his laughter.

"Headcount," I say looking at the girls in front of me "Chloe, Leslie, Kim, Leah, Tamar, Morgan, Valentina, and Olive." Each of them stands in a close-huddled bundle "Alright, don't go off trail."

The walk back from the campfire was gorgeous during the day and borderline mortifying at night. Since the foliage was so thick you could hardly see the sky if you looked up and at night the little piece of clearing that was the trail was pitch black, we were guided by nothing more than mine and Ellie's flashlights.

The two of us had been trailing behind the girls in silence to keep an eye on everyone until Ellie felt the urge to speak up "Uh, by the way, that thing that Dean said about-

"I don't care."

"You don't?"

"Yeah he's a dick and his cabin looks like a wooden prison cell." 

"It does," She furrows her eyebrows in thought "It’s like he's conditioning his campers for war."

I didn't notice when I did this, it must've been a subconscious thing but I mindlessly reached for Ellie's hand to hold. I used my free hand to keep the flashlight focused on the trail and campers ahead of us. "Sawyer has to walk back to the bunkhouses across the camp with those little monsters."

"Payback for all of the pranks he's pulled with Bowie," Ellie mutters. Sawyer took pride in initiating the prank wars every single summer the same way I strove to win the camp cup. His pranks weren't also lighthearted and fun, he and Bowie organized this prank where Sawyer put a bag over Tyson's head and dragged him to the administration office in the middle of the night and then pretended to shoot Bowie dead in front of him. Tyson quit the next morning and Sawyer got a hefty write-up.

"So are you still talking to Cat?" I ask.

"Nah, that was never gonna work out."

"Because she's too hot for you?” I joke.

"What? No," She whipped her head to look at me "Why? You wanna get with her or something, you have my blessing."

"I'm good, I'm a little preoccupied at the moment."

"Who with?" Her voice dripped with accusation. Ellie's hand clenching just the slightest bit tighter on mine.

"Work? You should know that I don't date at camp, to think that I thought you knew me," I tease her.

"What about that summer with Chandler?"

"That doesn't count," My smile drops and I fight the urge to shiver at the memories. Before I was a counsellor at Honey Hills, I was a camper and I happened to have my first kiss at age thirteen with a boy named Chandler, our braces got stuck together.

"Everyone saw, so it counts," I can't quite make out Ellie's face in the dark but I can hear the smile in her voice "Remember how Joel had to pull out the pliers."

"You need to stop before I sacrifice you to the Honey Hills Snatchers," I look ahead on the trail and I could've sworn my heart stopped "Stop!" I yell and all of the girls look back at me, I drop Ellie's hand "Where is Olive?"

All of the campers look at each other for answers, and then Leah opens her mouth "She saw a rock that was shaped like a heart and when off trail to get it."

"Well I'm not seeing a heart-shaped rock or Olive but it's super safe in these woods so no need to panic." 

"No one's panicking," One of the girls in Ellie's cabin says, she was the same one who called me weird during arrival.

I run one hand down my face in exasperation, using the other to keep the flashlight trained on the girls "Everyone, stay here with Ellie, I'm going to be right back," I look at Leah "How far back did she go off trail?"

She shrugs "How am I supposed to know? I don't have a tape measure."

"Sweet," I answer before marching straight into the pitch-black woods. It was almost scarier to be in the dark with a flashlight instead of no light source, it felt like I had been in a video game or horror movie and I was about to get my throat slashed by a maniac in a mask. 

Every rustle of leaves or snap of twigs made me feel uneasy. I knew the woods were safe like I had told the girls but that didn't stop irrational fear from bringing up stories of cryptids and cuts from murder podcasts. If you ever played that shitty Slenderman game, you'd know exactly what I'm looking at; not Slenderman himself, just an eery forest.

I called out for Olive, my imagination running wild with thoughts of unseen dangers lurking in the shadows. The forest seemed to come alive around me, its inhabitants whispering secrets that only the night could hear.

"Olive?" My voice echoes into the night, I did what I could to ignore whatever fear I was feeling. I had walked through these woods a million times, I knew every pathway better than I knew the city. This forest was like home to me, it didn't feel right to be so on edge.

I couldn't help but jump when something loud snapped beneath my sneaker, instinctively I brought my flashlight down to look at it, moving my foot out of the way. It had been a pentagram made out of sticks, wow really funny, it might've scared me if Ashlynn and Bowie hadn't made dozens of them and laid them around camp last summer to scare the shit out of kids. It had broken in half beneath my weight.

There was a possibility that I was going crazy in the five minutes I was alone in the woods because I thought I heard a rustle but the beam of my flashlight revealed nothing but the dense thicket of trees and the inky blackness beyond.

Something charged behind me, wrapping its skinny arms around my torse and I couldn't help but flinch. "Olive," I turned my head and brought the flashlight to shine down on her "Don't run off in the dark ever again, you scared the shit out of me."

"I'm really sorry, I won't do it again," She said. I tried to pry her off me but she was hanging on like a Koala, eventually, I got her to settle for just holding my hand. "It was stupid."

"Don't beat yourself up too much, you're ginger and that's punishment enough," I was hastily yanking her along so we could get back on the trail and shortly back into the comfort of the cabin "Did you get your rock at least?"

"Yeah," She held her palm out, the rock was an oval with the littlest indent in the middle, but I let her act like it was shaped like a heart. 

"How'd you get so far out?"

"I grabbed the rock and then I saw a cat and I followed it."

Cat? "You must've seen Buckley, he's friendly," I tell her. Buckley was the resident dog at camp, he was probably older than me and wandered around before settling at Tommy and Maria's cabin for the night.

A moment after I dragged the little girl along we broke past the tree line and into the clearing of the trail. I looked around and spotted Ellie and the girls a good 40 yards or so behind. Clutching Olive's tiny hand in mine I walked towards them, flicking my flashlight on and off to catch their attention.

"Finally wrangled her," I let out an almost nervous laugh.

"You said not to go off trail," Tamar wrinkled her nose.

"Yes, Tamar, I know."

I don't know how late into the night it was when I was awoken by every girl in my cabin squabbling with one another. I got up and turned on the flashlight that I kept on my dingy bedside table "What's going on girls?"

"The snatcher is coming to get us!" Leslie cried, and I mean cried. Her face was red and puffy, her eyes were so glassy that they reflected any and all light, hot tears streaming down her round face.

That's when my annoyance turned to concern. Oh god, I was going to kick Sawyer and Dina's asses tomorrow morning and Joel for even suggesting the camp legend even though it made my campers too afraid to sleep year after year. "No, snatchers aren't real, they were made up in the sixteen hundreds to keep kids away from the forest."

"We heard it!" Morgan chimed in.

"Guys it's just the placebo effect, you've convinced yourself that it's real-

I froze when I heard a long scratch down the door and a wet guttural growl. It was low and deep, shaking me to my very core. Whoever was on the other side began to scratch harshly on the door, jiggling the locked door handle. When the handle didn't budge it began to slam itself on the door, each thump louder than the last. It was still groaning and grumbling in a harsh, awful voice.

The girls screamed, Olive and Leah, were hugging each other tightly, clenching their eyes shut. Valentina had a bottom bunk and slipped beneath the bed, covering her eyes with her hands. Leslie (like I had mentioned) was a blubbering mess, crying and hyperventilating too hard to get any words out. It looked like Morgan was trying to call someone on her phone and Tamar had her knees tucked to her chest, hugging herself. Both Kim and Chloe threw their blankets over top of them, pretending to disappear.

The voice sounded again except this time I realized it wasn't just a growl, it was a word "Girrrrllllls." Then it began to scratch the door all over again. When I tell you this voice was the most unsettling thing I've ever heard, I mean it. It was wet and phlegmy whilst being course and grumbly. From the very beginning, I had known it was a prank.

I marched towards the door flicking on the light in the cabin on and dropping my flashlight, before hammering my fists on the door "Fuck off!" I kicked the door, the sound stopped for just a moment before it slammed itself against the door.

Each thud against the sturdy wooden door reverberated through the night like a thunderclap. Whoever was sent to scare us was sure doing a good job. Their breathing was low and heavy almost as loud as the banging of the door itself. "Don't open the door," Leslie heaved out between sobs.

The girls huddled together in terror, their breaths hitching in fear as they strained to discern the source of the horrifying sounds "Girrllllllssss," It grumbled again "GIRRRLLSSSSCOMMOUT," I could see the door moving with the force of whoever was deeply committed to this role. The growling slowly morphed into a screech or maybe it was something more like a hiss.

I was almost at my breaking point, the first day of camp and I already had to deal with these bullshit pranks. I decided to slam my body against the door, matching whoever was on the other side "Go back to your cabin, you piece of shit!" I kept banging my fist and slamming my palms against the door until I heard them scuttle away. 

Reaching for a baseball out of Valentina's open duffle bag, I swung the door open and saw the slender figure of what I assumed to be a teenage boy running to the pasture "Tell Sawyer to eat shit!" I yelled before throwing the ball at the figure, it hit them but it didn't do much, they just stumbled for a split second before disappearing into darkness. 

"What the fuck is that noise?" Dina shouted from her cabin, I could tell I had woken her up from a nice sleep from the way her puffy eyes were squinting in my direction. A few girls poked their heads outside from the doorframe behind Dina.

"What happened?" Now Priya was walking towards my porch. Her long black hair was braided perfectly and she had her silk sleepmask pulled onto her forehead. She still looked put together in a hoodie and bunny pyjama pants.

"Can you guys shut the fuck up?" Ellie opened her door and looked me up and down.

"Be quiet!" Abby shouted from an open window in her cabin. By this point, I was sure everyone in the girl's bunk houses was wide awake and I would be getting a stern talking to by either, Tommy, Joel, or Maria, honestly, I didn't know which was worse. 

Confusion quickly grew on Ellie's face, she lowered her voice "What's going on?"

All eyes were on me for answers but I didn't have any. Despite convincing myself it was a prank, that didn't stop my hands from shaking. "It was one of the boys playing a prank, don't worry about it, he's long gone by now."

"Fucking Sawyer," Dina murmured walking back into her cabin and slamming the door behind her. 

"Are you girls okay in there?" Priya asked, looking at the mortified girls in my cabin, concern etched across her bronze face. "It was a dumb joke, you're all okay now." 

Priya had invited herself into my cabin to offer her solace to the probably traumatized little girls, while she was doing so, I pressed myself flat against the front of the cabin, between mine and Ellie's doors, trying to process how I was going to find a way to make these girls unafraid.

"They do that prank every year and it's almost crazy how it's literally never been funny," I tell Ellie while I stare straight ahead at the pasture they faded away into.

"I wouldn't worry about it," Ellie stands next to me, leaning against the wall "We'll get them back tenfold."

"Those girls are all gonna wanna call their parents and I'm so fucked," I drag my hands down my face. I didn't want to see the look on Joel's face when I tell him about this. There's gonna be sixteen parents who will spam call the camp and verbally harass me over the phone, this wasn't my first rodeo. Sure the prank was shitty but I guarantee no one is leaving this summer with newfound trauma to tell their therapist in a decade. 

"Relax, he's just gonna chew out the boys for pulling this shit again."

I looked at her for a moment, the silence hung between us like birds on a wire before I lunged in for a hug. She was a little taken aback but didn't seem to mind "I just need a hug, don't make it weird."

"Okay, wasn't planning on it," She teased. I took a deep breath in and caught the scent of firewood, petrichor, and axe body spray, an Ellie classic.

“I'm really glad I have you as a friend," I mutter into her shoulder, so quietly that I wasn't even sure she heard me. I let us stay like that for longer than I probably should've before breaking away "Okay, I gotta be a grown-up and deal with this instead of letting Priya do recon."

She nodded pressing her lips together in the same awkward way the socially inept guys from high school did "See you for breakfast?"

"For sure," I smile and walk back into my cabin to see Priya sitting next to Chloe with one soothing hand rubbing her back. "Thanks, Priya, I'll take it from here, you outta get back to your girls."

Priya had this maternal way about her, I wasn't sure what it was but she sure had the ability to nurture. She started at camp last year and I was happy to see her return. She gave her farewells to all of the girls who had only met her minutes ago and were already attached.

"Can I be in her cabin?" Kim asked, she had finally calmed down.

"No, you're in my cabin where we have fun like this every night!" I forced a smile on my face trying to get the girls back into a good mood.

"This isn't fun at all," Tamar, said, bluntly may I add.

"Yeah, this sucks," Morgan added on.

"Guys, listen," I began "I'm super sorry this happened, I need all of you to know that it's just a really bad prank, it happens every year to different cabins. Boy being boys- sorry I shouldn't say that because you guys are young and I know their gender shouldn't excuse their bad behaviour but what I'm trying to say is guys are assholes."

"Yeah, they're assholes!" Olive repeated.

"Maybe don't shout that," I pointed at her "But they are and if you want I will storm down to their cabins right now and yell at them until they cry."

The cabin began to erupt in shouts of no, little girls with wide eyes, frantically shaking their heads. "Please don't leave us alone," Leah pleaded. 

"Okay, I won't, I'll yell at them in the morning. Do you guys want me to leave the lights on?" Everyone answered with a 'yes' to my question.

"Where are you going?" Valentina asked me, peeking out from beneath her thick layers of blankets.

"To my bed?”

"That's too far away from us."

I let out a deep breath "Alright, I'll just bring my sleeping bag onto the floor and I will sleep in the middle, okay?"  Nothing better than sleeping on the hardwood floor in the middle of four bunkbeds and eight ten-year-old girls.

Surrounded by the shallow breathing of girls far too startled to sleep, I decided that tomorrow I would wake up dressed in adventure, straddling a star. Every day that follows I will guide these girls to the moon and back.

A/N: Hi y’all, I’ve been gone a hot minute because of medical issues and whenever I have time to write, I’m too tired to. Anyways, we’re back and better. I know I should probably finish my other series but I’ve had this one drafted for a while and since I’m super sick and basically confined to my house for the next week I’m hoping to get this series done. Thanks for reading!

@readbydayana

[keehomania]

hiiya! can i please please ask for something, ANYTHING about hendery? i kinda want to see him subby, but it’s more like him being whipped but then he takes the lead. do whatever you want with this

SWITCH-UP — WONG KUNHANG (黄冠亨) (18+)

✧°, MDNI

field trips were often the same, no matter the school. Herding into buses with chatter buzzing, students bemoaning the long ride or rolling their eyes at the thought of a mundane museum tour. a typical day out of the classroom, yet not much different from sitting at a desk. teachers barely holding the reins, students sneaking off for a smoke or gossip in secluded corners. for most, it was a rare break from monotony. these excursions usually ceased after the third year of high school, as if to mark a rite of passage into adulthood, where such frivolities no longer held space. but your university—oh, it was different.

here, nothing followed tradition, least of all the idea that field trips were for the young and naive. your university wasn’t bound by convention, and why would it be? prestige and wealth had a way of bending the rules. field trips continued well into your final years, an indulgence rather than an obligation, a reflection of the privilege sewn into the very fabric of your life. you didn’t mind. in fact, you’d grown to love it, this life shaped by the whims of the rich.

money came easy, after all. so did publicity and popularity, two byproducts of your academic brilliance and sharp athleticism. it all fit together like a carefully crafted puzzle, each piece adding another layer to your identity. it was a package deal—the intelligence, the skill. you had learned to navigate it seamlessly, embracing the unspoken power it gave you. you knew exactly who you were and how to wield that knowledge to your advantage.

your only flaw, some would say, was that you were a bitch. you weren’t ashamed of it. why should you be? the world you lived in didn’t reward kindness; it rewarded control. and you had control in spades. no one had their way with you—no one ever would. you were sharp, unyielding, and yes, at times cruel. it wasn’t something you denied, not even to yourself. the whispers in the hallways, the glances exchanged in the bathroom as girls fixed their lipstick in the mirror—it was all the same. they called you a bitch, and you owned it. better to be feared than forgotten.

the only person who didn’t seem to see you through that lens was kunhang. where others whispered behind your back or trembled in your presence, he adored you. bright and bubbly, he was the rare exception, the one who refused to believe you were anything but assertive. he defended you relentlessly, as if worshipping your very existence. he was infatuated, and it showed in every wide-eyed gaze, every laugh that burst from his lips when you were near.

you had thought it was natural for a boyfriend to be protective, to spin the narrative in your favor, but kunhang wasn’t faking it. he looked at you as though you hung the moon, as though every sharp word and cool glance only added to the mystique that made you irresistible. whipped didn’t even begin to cover it. he was enamored, and while you didn’t let many get close, he had earned his place. perhaps it was his earnestness, or maybe the way he never flinched in the face of your cutting remarks. he didn’t just accept you as you were; he adored you for it.

you allowed yourself to be softer around him, just a little. when his hand found yours, you didn’t pull away. at first, the gesture had felt awkward—foreign even—but over time, you grew to hold it with pride. kunhang, ever affectionate, was quick to pull you in for a kiss or wrap you in a hug, and while you rarely initiated, you never denied him. his adoration was intoxicating in its simplicity, and in those moments, you almost forgot the weight of your reputation. you almost forgot that in the eyes of everyone else, you were untouchable, untamable—a bitch with no patience for weakness. but with him, you let yourself lean into something softer, even if just for a moment.

the only reason you had walked hand-in-hand through the dense forest toward the campsite, surrounded by your classmates, was because of him. kunhang’s grip on your hand was tighter than yours, but you didn’t mind. his smile, bright and pure, was contagious enough to make you forget the slight discomfort of the heat or the uneven path beneath your feet. as you both neared the site, his eyes lit up with barely contained excitement. “we’re gonna share a tent, right?” his voice was laced with eagerness, the undertone making your smile widen.

“i was thinking of sleeping alone,” you teased, letting your tone carry an air of false seriousness. for a moment, you saw his grin falter, a frown quickly replacing the earlier joy, and you nearly regretted your words. “i’m just kidding,” you added, the corner of your lips quirking upwards as relief washed over him, his radiant smile returning.

the campsite was nestled between towering trees, their branches draping like a protective canopy over the rows of tents that your classmates had begun setting up. the scent of pine hung in the air, mingling with the earthy scent of the damp ground beneath your feet. it was simple, perhaps too simple for a group as accustomed to luxury as yours, but there was a certain charm in the ruggedness. the makeshift fire pit in the center of the site flickered with the beginnings of a small flame, casting long shadows across the clearing. logs arranged in a circle around it served as seats for your group, who laughed and chatted as they worked to establish a sense of comfort in the wilderness.

you leaned back in your folding chair, watching as hendery—no, kunhang, to everyone else—struggled momentarily with the tent’s poles. his tongue poked out in concentration, brows furrowed in determination. it was amusing, the way he worked so hard, so focused. he wanted everything to be perfect, to prove himself capable. and you—well, you were perfectly content admiring him from a distance.

“nice job, kunhang,” a voice chimed in from nearby, and you turned to see one of the girls from your class offering him a thumbs-up, her face lit with a smile. she seemed harmless enough, but the sight of her addressing him so familiarly made something inside you tighten. to everyone else, he was kunhang, the boy with the easy laugh and friendly demeanor. but to you? he was hendery, your hendery. the nickname was yours alone, something intimate that others had no right to touch.

“keep walking,” you snapped, your voice sharp enough to slice through the air like a whip. the girl’s smile faltered, her eyes darting to her friend for support before they both hurried off, the lightness in their steps fading into an awkward shuffle. hendery couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped from his lips, amused by the situation. he glanced at you, eyes filled with that familiar adoration, but said nothing.

the dinner that followed was as expected. adequate. passable. you couldn’t expect much from camp food, after all. it was edible, at least, and that was enough for the evening. you ate in silence, content to let the sounds of the forest and the chatter of your classmates fill the gaps. hendery, on the other hand, watched you with a quiet smile, the corners of his mouth twitching as if he was holding back a secret. you met his gaze, raising an eyebrow as you chewed. “what? is my makeup creasing?” you asked, feigning concern while your eyes glinted with humor.

he smiled softly, shaking his head. “i have to stare,” he murmured, his voice dropping low, almost reverent. “you’re so beautiful.” compliments had always come easily to you, especially in this world of wealth and admiration. but his words—his simple, unadorned praise—held a different weight. they felt genuine in a way that made your heart stutter, your cheeks warming under the softness of his gaze. you could never quite get used to it, no matter how often he said it. there was something about the way he looked at you, something that made you feel seen in a way that was both flattering and unsettling.

tonight, though, his gaze lingered too long, and it wasn’t just admiration that danced behind his eyes. there was something more—something heated, almost guilty. his eyes roamed, caught on the way your shorts hugged your legs, the loose strands of hair framing your face in the gentle evening breeze, the smudged remnants of your makeup after a long day outdoors. it was nothing special, nothing you hadn’t worn a hundred times before, yet his gaze made you feel exposed, almost vulnerable. you knew that look. it wasn’t just admiration; it was something far more intense, far more complicated.

“you must like me a lot if you think i look good like this,” you teased lightly, finishing the last of your meal before rising to take your bowl away. you expected him to laugh, maybe to throw back a quick retort, but when you glanced down, you saw the unmistakable flush that colored his cheeks, the way his eyes widened in sudden panic. it was an accidental glance, something you hadn’t meant to see—but there it was. the bulge in his sweats was impossible to miss, painfully obvious, and the shade of crimson that darkened his face only confirmed it.

“no way,” you scoffed in amusement, the laugh bubbling out of you before you could stop it. he moved quickly, bringing his hands up to cover himself in a desperate attempt to hide the evidence, but it was too late. his stammered apology came out in broken fragments, his voice shaking with embarrassment. “i’m so— i’m so sorry—” he didn’t know where to look, how to explain, and the sheer mortification on his face was almost enough to make you feel bad for him. almost.

“move your hands,” you commanded, your voice cutting through his flustered panic with the same authority you always carried. hendery hesitated, but he always did as you asked. slowly, shakily, he let his hands fall away, his eyes darting around to make sure no one else had noticed. but it was just the two of you now, and your laughter echoed softly in the quiet space between you. “you’re joking,” you muttered, half in disbelief, half in amusement. but no, there it was, even more prominent now, standing to attention as if mocking him in his helplessness. you met his gaze again, and his eyes, slick with unshed tears of shame, only made the situation more surreal.

acoffing, you set your bowl down with a sigh before reaching for his hand. you didn’t give him time to react, to protest, as you pulled him out of his seat and away from the others, leading him toward the shadowed cover of the forest. “what are you doing?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper, sniffling in confusion. you tugged him along with little regard for his unease. “no one’s looking. come on,” you paused, turning to face him, “don’t cry just yet.”

the forest around you felt silent and still, the distant crackle of the campfire muffled by the heavy, thick air that clung to your skin. you didn’t care about anything else—not the others back at the campsite, not the thin veil of night creeping over the treetops. it was just you and hendery now, and the pounding of his heartbeat that seemed to echo through the night. you pressed him against the rough bark of the tree, the jagged surface biting into his back, and his breath hitched in his throat. his chest rose and fell in uneven, jagged breaths, each one sharper than the last. his eyes were wide, glistening with unshed tears of embarrassment, and he stared at you like a deer caught in headlights, his lips quivering as he struggled to hold back.

you leaned in closer, your breath hot against his face, and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his whole body trembling beneath your touch. “didn’t i tell you not to cry?” you asked, your voice rough, almost daring him to break the command. the weight of your words lingered in the air between you both, heavy and suffocating.

his response came in the form of a shaky nod, his hands gripping the tree behind him for stability as he wiped hastily at the tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. you watched the movement, your gaze unwavering, hard. but then, as you let your eyes drop lower, to the obvious bulge in his sweats, it was impossible to ignore the way it strained against the fabric, pressing insistently as if begging for attention.

you tilted your head slightly, smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. “what’s all the fuss?” you murmured, your tone shifting, softening like silk draping over his skin. the change in your voice had an immediate effect on him. you watched as his dick twitched visibly through his sweats, a reaction he couldn’t hide if he tried. a choked sound escaped his lips, something between a gasp and a whimper, and his cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of crimson. the embarrassment in his eyes was replaced with something else now—something more primal, more desperate.

“are you really that desperate?” you asked, leaning in closer until your breath was ghosting over his ear, your voice dripping with amusement. “are you that big of a pervert, baby?” your hand dropped lower, nails lightly grazing over the length of his clothed shaft. even through the layers of fabric, you could feel it—the way it pulsed, hard and warm, straining against the confines of his sweats as if begging for more. the touch was light, teasing, but it was enough to make him tremble, his knees buckling slightly as he leaned further back against the tree for support.

his mouth fell open as a whimper finally escaped, his head tilting back against the rough bark. “i’m sorry,” he whimpered, his voice broken and small, almost pleading. “i’m so sorry.” you scoffed, unimpressed by his pitiful apology, and in one swift motion, your touch went from teasing to something far harsher. your hand tightened around his bulge, squeezing with just enough force to make him cry out, a loud, needy moan spilling from his lips before he could stop it. his body jerked against the tree, and his breath came out in shallow, desperate gasps.

“you’re sorry?” you mocked, raising an eyebrow as you loosened your grip just slightly. his face twisted in a mixture of shame and pleasure, and you could feel the tension in his body, the way he trembled under your control. “show me how sorry you are.” your words cut through the haze of his mind, and before he had time to process them, you were on him again. your hand tightened once more, eliciting another loud, desperate moan from his lips as you pressed your body closer to his. without warning, your lips crashed against his, silencing his moans as your mouths moved together in a frantic, messy kiss.

he kissed back immediately, unable to restrain himself any longer. his lips moved against yours, hungry, desperate, his hands scrambling to find purchase on your body as his mind spiraled out of control. it was all too much—the way your hand gripped him, the way your lips claimed his with such possessive force, the way your body pressed against him, making it impossible to think, impossible to breathe.

every whimper, every moan that slipped from his lips was muffled by your mouth, and you could feel the way his body responded, the way he shuddered under your touch, utterly at your mercy. he kissed you like he was drowning, like you were the only thing keeping him afloat in the suffocating weight of his desire. and you knew, from the way he trembled, from the way he gasped into your mouth, that you had him exactly where you wanted him.

you pulled back from the kiss, leaving him panting, breathless, lips swollen from the frantic mess you’d made of him. his head hung low, hair falling into his eyes as he tried to collect himself, chest heaving with the weight of every desperate breath. his cheeks were stained red, a shade darker than before, and the faint shimmer of tears still clung to his lashes. “look at you,” you whispered, voice low and sharp, like the edge of a blade grazing skin. “what would they think if they saw you like this? if they saw how desperate you are for me?”

your words hit him like a punch, and his whole body tensed against the tree. his eyes shot up to meet yours, wide and panicked, as if the thought of anyone else knowing what was happening between you terrified him more than anything. but there was no escaping it, not now. you could see the conflict in his gaze—the lingering embarrassment colliding headfirst with the raw, unfiltered lust that was consuming him whole. “i—” his voice broke, small and weak, as he struggled to find the words, shaking his head helplessly. “i can’t help it,” he breathed, the confession falling from his lips like a prayer. “i’m desperate for you.”

his answer hung in the air, heavy and thick with tension, and you could see the shame in his eyes, the way he was utterly, hopelessly whipped for you. it was almost pathetic—the way he looked at you, wide-eyed and trembling, like he’d give anything just to feel you again, just to hear you speak his name. “desperate,” you repeated, tasting the word on your tongue, savoring it as you leaned closer, your lips ghosting over his ear. “is that what you are, baby? desperate?”

his breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping his throat as he pressed himself harder against the tree, as if trying to disappear into the bark, trying to hide from the humiliation that was burning him from the inside out. but he couldn’t hide—not from you. not when you had him pinned like this, trapped under the weight of your words, completely at your mercy. his eyes squeezed shut, his body trembling with the effort of holding himself together. the humiliation was etched into every line of his face, every breath that passed his lips, and yet the bulge in his sweats only seemed to grow more pronounced, more insistent with every word that spilled from your mouth.

“tell me, baby,” you continued, your voice softening, a cruel sweetness seeping into your tone. “are you ashamed? do you like being this desperate for me?” he swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper as he answered, “i—i can’t stop. i—” he broke off, breath catching in his throat, eyes flicking up to meet yours, pleading. “i just, i need you.”

his confession was raw, dripping with need, and it sent a thrill through you, a rush of power that made your lips curl into a smirk. you let your hand drift lower, fingers brushing lightly over his clothed length, feeling the way he twitched under your touch, the way his breath hitched in his throat. “of course you do,” you murmured, eyes darkening as you tightened your grip, feeling him pulse beneath your fingers. “but you don’t get to have me until i say so.”

a sharp gasp tore from his lips as you squeezed, his body jerking forward instinctively, as if trying to chase the touch, but you pulled back just as quickly, watching as his face twisted in frustration and need. his hands clung to the bark behind him, knuckles turning white with the effort of holding back, of staying still, of not falling apart completely beneath you. “such a sweet boy,” you mocked, the words dripping with sarcasm as your other hand slipped up to his jaw, forcing him to look at you. his eyes were glassy, tears threatening to spill over again, and it only made you smirk wider, relishing the sight of him so undone.

he opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat, and all that came out was a soft, broken moan as your hand drifted lower again, fingers slipping just beneath the waistband of his sweats. you could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his whole body trembled under your touch, and it made you laugh softly, a dark, amused sound that made him shudder. “you’re already this hard,” you noted, your tone a mixture of disbelief and mockery as you tugged at the waistband, pulling his sweats down just enough to free his length. it sprung up, hard and eager, and the sight of it only made your smirk deepen. “are you really that big of a pervert?”

his face flushed a deeper shade of red, and he bit down on his lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. but he couldn’t stop it, not with your hand wrapping around him, stroking slowly, deliberately, your grip tight enough to make him squirm. “i—” his voice broke again, barely a whisper, and he whimpered as your fingers grazed the sensitive tip, teasing him, driving him to the edge without giving him what he so desperately wanted. “please.”

you raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer until your lips brushed against his ear, your voice low and taunting. “please what, baby? tell me what you want.” he shuddered, his breath coming out in ragged gasps, and he tilted his head back, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to find the words, his whole body trembling with the effort. “please,” he whispered again, voice cracking, “i—i need to fuck you.” your smirk widened at his desperation, at the way he was so willing to beg for you, to completely submit to whatever you wanted from him. and you weren’t about to let that go unrewarded.

with one swift movement, you pulled his sweats down further, exposing more of him to the cool night air, and your hand wrapped around him fully, stroking with just enough pressure to make him gasp, his hips bucking instinctively into your touch. his moans were soft at first, barely audible, but as your pace quickened, they grew louder, more desperate, more needy. “you like this, don’t you?” you whispered, your voice dripping with amusement as you watched the way his face twisted in pleasure. “being so completely at my mercy.”

his response was a broken, breathless moan, and his hands scrambled to find something to hold onto, fingers digging into the bark behind him as his body shook with the intensity of it all. you could see the way his tears threatened to spill over again, the way his whole body trembled beneath your touch, and it only fueled the fire inside you, the desire to completely undo him. leaning in, you kissed him again, hard and unrelenting, swallowing his moans as your hand continued to work him, the heat between you growing with every passing second. his lips moved against yours, messy and eager, his desperation seeping into every kiss, every touch, until all that was left was the sound of his broken moans and the sharp, needy gasps that filled the air around you.

you pulled back, letting him pant against you, his eyes blinking open to meet yours, glazed with a mix of passion and despair. “you wanna fuck me? fill my pussy up?” you asked, your voice a low purr that sent a shiver down his spine. he nodded frantically, his breaths coming in short, stuttering bursts as he choked out a single word. “yes, please, fuck.”

you stepped back, your hand sliding away from his cock, leaving him standing there, exposed and desperate. your eyes raked over him, taking in the sight of his shaking legs, his flushed skin, the way he was barely holding himself together. “not yet,” you murmured, the smirk never leaving your lips as you turned away, heading back towards the tents. he stumbled after you, sweat glistening on his forehead, his eyes never leaving your retreating form.

you reached your tent, the one you’d so confidently claimed earlier, and without looking back, you slipped inside. you could hear his footsteps hastening, the sound of him tripping over a root, his gasp of pain muffled by the thick carpet of leaves beneath his feet. you didn’t bother with the zipper, letting the flap fall open behind you as you moved deeper into the tent, his eyes following you like a starving man watching food being dangled just out of reach.

his eyes never left yours as he stumbled in after you, his movements clumsy with desire. you let your shirt fall to the ground, revealing your lacy bra, your breasts heaving with every breath you took. his gaze dropped to your chest, his mouth watering at the sight, and you could see the way his cock twitched in response. “you sure you want it?” you taunted, cupping your breasts, your thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. his eyes snapped back to yours, a silent plea, and you laughed, the sound echoing through the tent.

you stepped closer, your hand reaching out to trace the line of his jaw before sliding down to grip his neck, your thumb resting against his pulse point. it was racing, a frantic drumbeat that matched the thundering in your own chest. “you can have it,” you whispered, leaning in until your breath mingled with his, “but only if you can handle it. can you handle me, baby?” your voice was a challenge, a promise wrapped in a warning, and he nodded, his eyes wide with need.

your hand slid down to the base of his throat, your grip tightening as you pushed him back onto the makeshift bed, the sleeping bag rustling beneath him. he lay there, panting, his cock standing tall and proud, begging for attention. but you weren’t done playing yet. with a wicked smile, you straddled him, your legs on either side of his hips, your pussy hovering just above his dick. the warmth of him radiated through the fabric of your shorts, making you wet, making you ache for more. you leaned in, pressing your chest against his, the feel of his heart hammering against yours as you whispered into his ear, “are you sure you can handle this?”

his only response was a desperate nod, and you couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound dark and thrilling. you reached behind you, unbuttoning your shorts with a flick of your thumbs before sliding them down, your ass cheeks exposed to the cool night air. his eyes followed the movement, his pupils dilating with want, and you knew you had him exactly where you wanted. “just like that,” you murmured, the praise sending a jolt of pleasure through him. “now, let’s see if you can be quiet for me, okay?”

you ground down onto him, the fabric of your panties rubbing against his cock, the friction setting your nerves alight. he groaned, his hands coming up to grip your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. but you slapped them away, a smirk playing on your lips. “no touching, unless i say so,” you warned, the words a hiss that sent a shiver down his spine. his eyes searched yours, desperate for understanding, for reassurance, but all he found was the same cold, hard stare.

his breath hitched as you reached back, sliding your panties to the side, and you could feel his cock, hot and insistent, pressing against your wetness. you took a deep breath, savoring the moment before you sank down onto him, the head of his dick parting your folds, filling you inch by delicious inch. his eyes rolled back in his head, a deep, guttural moan ripping from his throat as you took him fully, your pussy tightening around him like a vice.

the tent was filled with the sounds of skin slapping, the wet sounds of your pussy taking him, the harshness of your breath as you rode him, his muffled moans as you dictated the pace. it was intoxicating, the power you had over him, the way he was so desperate for you, so completely and utterly lost in your control. your hips rocked back and forth, grinding down onto him, each movement bringing you closer to the edge, your eyes never leaving his. but it took a turn, one that you could clearly see in his eyes. his expression darkened at the sensation of your cunt clenching against his slick cock, and you could feel your ego dissipate as he grabbed onto your hips. his hands were rough and stronger than anticipated as he pinned you down, his dick never daring to slide put of you.

his thrusts grew more demanding, less submissive, and a thrill shot through your body at the sudden shift. his eyes bore into yours, a silent challenge, and you felt something within you unravel, something that hadn't been touched by anyone else. your breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts, your nipples tight and sensitive against the fabric of your bra. you could feel the beginnings of your climax, the tension coiling in your belly, but he was relentless, driving into you like he was trying to claim a piece of you that you hadn't known was yours to give.

his teeth grazed your earlobe, his breath hot and needy as he whispered, “this pussy’s all mine.” the words sent a shiver down your spine, and for a moment, you weren’t the one in charge anymore. you were just another person, a body that was his to use, his to claim. your pussy clenched around him as he fucked you harder, the sound of your slapping flesh echoing in the tent. you threw your head back, moaning loudly, and the vibration of the sound only seemed to spur him on, his grip tightening, his thrusts growing deeper.

his eyes searched yours, looking for approval, for a sign that this was what you wanted, and you met his gaze, a silent understanding passing between you. your hand reached back, grasping his neck, pulling him closer until your mouths met again in a kiss that was anything but gentle. your teeth clashed, your tongues battling for dominance as you both gave into the carnality of the moment. his fingers dug into your skin, leaving bruises that would last a long while. “some power you have over me,” he mocked, pausing to pull out before slamming back in with a growl. “what power? so bold while i’m splitting you in half.”

you threw your head back, a gasp escaping your throat as he hit just the right spot, the one that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back. “keep going,” you managed to murmur, your voice strained with pleasure. “don’t stop, hendery. please don’t stop.” and he didn’t. he kept fucking you, hard and fast, his grip on your hips unyielding, his rhythm punishing. you could feel yourself getting wetter, your pussy gripping him tighter with every thrust, and it was delicious, it was maddening, it was everything you hadn’t realized you’d been craving.

his hand slid up to cup one of your breasts, his thumb flicking over the nipple through the fabric of your bra. the sensation was electric, shooting straight to your core, making you arch your back and push down onto him even harder. “you like that?” he asked, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. “you like when i use you?” you nodded, unable to form coherent words, and he chuckled, the sound dark and triumphant. he pulled the cup of your bra down, exposing your nipple to the cool air, and took it into his mouth, sucking and biting until you were writhing beneath him, your cries growing louder and more desperate.

his other hand slid down to your clit, rubbing in tight circles that had you bucking your hips up to meet his touch. the pleasure was almost too much to bear, pressure building within you that threatened to consume you whole. “cum for me, baby,” he murmured, his voice a command that resonated through your body. “let me hear you fall apart, fuck.” and you did. with a loud, guttural cry that seemed to shake the very earth beneath you, you came, your pussy spasming around his cock, your body shaking with the intensity of it all.

he didn’t stop, though, his movements growing even more erratic as he chased his own release. you could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tightened and his breath grew ragged. and then, with one final, brutal thrust, he came, his cum filling you up, the warmth of it spreading through your core. your eyes locked onto his, the intimacy of the moment so intense it was almost painful. for a few seconds, you just laid there, panting, your hearts beating as one, the world outside the tent forgotten. however, it wasn’t.

✧

a/n: this was lowkey rushed but it’s 2 am i’m so sorry

[copperbadge]

Every errand I tried to run this morning was about 20% more difficult than it should have been, but I gritted my teeth and soldiered on against missing inventory, ghost buses, broken escalators, and closed restaurants.

But when a guy accidentally almost backs over you, then deliberately tries to drive over you, it's time to about face and go home.

I'm fine, a little rattled but untouched. Fortunately I have spectacular reflexes when cars are involved, all my errands except getting lunch were done, and I know when to listen to the universe. And the cats don't give a shit that it's one million degrees in here and my own personal body temperature is two million degrees, they are still willing to cuddle.

[f1ghtsoftly]

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GGUM Boy (street dancer YEONJUN x F!idol Reader)

Genre: romance, smut, Angst, strangers to lovers

Warnings: mentions of ED, h!tt!ng, depictions of violence and @buse, fingering, unprotected sex. Viewer discretion is advised.

Description: you find yourself seeking comfort from a street dancer after a hectic day at work as an idol. After his show, when he sees you in distress, he offers to give you a gum. You would come back again the next day as if it were a routine and soon this turned into an everyday habit. One day you couldn't take it anymore and decided to escape after years of @buse

A/N: Hey people! Author is back again lolol I came across Ggum a few days ago. Albeit a bit late but hey, that shit is BUSSIN' fr. Anyways so this is kinda like an inspiration cuz I wanted this to be cute again cuz I'm a sucker for comforting lmao anyways! Hope you guys enjoy it! (Also go stream GGUM!!)

A/N again after i've finished writing the entire thing. I didn't realize how angsty it would become. I originally wanted something with very little angst but it sorta turned dark real quick. I hope yall still enjoy tho!

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You slowly woke up, your eyelids felt heavy and your head felt like it would explode. A familiar beep fed to your consciousness. You looked around to see a familiar yet unfamiliar white room. Saline tube attached to your hand, a white blanket draped on you and the same hospital garments. You had gotten used to it. It's no longer something that would confuse, surprise or worry you. A hospital bed you've seen far too much.

Having gained a bit more consciousness, you notice a familiar figure walking in. "Ah. You're awake already?" It was your manager. "D... Did I pass out... Again...?" You asked weakly. You barely had much energy to speak. Your manager just nodded and sighed before sitting down on the bedside stool. "here, I got you some fruits"

You used to be a member of a famous k-pop girl Group. But given the circumstances you guys had to face because of the management, the others called it quits. You stayed, although. At first it was because you couldn't afford breaking the contract. But then, you fell in love with being an idol. Your company threatened that if you were to leave now, they would blacklist you. You couldn't bear that.

So now, here you were. Looking out the hospital window feeling conflicted. "I cut up the fruits. Make sure to eat it. And the company gave you a month off since you're obviously in no shape to continue. Make sure you take care of yourself." Your manager said, quite coldly.

She wasn't the worst person you've met. Not the best either. She was mostly indifferent. Glancing at you with pity everytime you were overworked. She would do her work quietly. Not an extra word. You knew you needed to suck up just another few months. Once you're contract was over, there was no looking back.

Even if you got blacklisted, you knew you could get a job anywhere. Well, you used to be a singer at your local bar after all. Anyone would be more than happy to take you in. You have endured 6 whole years in this company. A few months shouldn't be any harder. That's what you thought at least.

They kept overworking you. More than ever. They always put you in a strict diet. And now? You could barely eat anything. You looked at the bowl of cut up fruits on the desk. You sat up, struggling to do so with no one to aid you. Taking the bowl in your hand, you brought a slice of apple close to your lips.

Just as you did, your heart thumped, your body sweating profusely, tears built up in your eyes as you recalled all the times you were forced to starve and called vulgar names for eating. You couldn't eat. The sight of food terrified you. So you just set the bowl down back at the desk untouched, left to rot.

You pulled away the needle on your hand that was connected to some medical machinery you couldn't bother thinking of. It was ironic how the sight of the littlest drop of blood freaked you out but now you just stared blankly at your bleeding hand. You ruffled through the drawer. It always had some bandages inside.

You took a towel and cleaned up the blood and covered the wound with bandages. You put on a coat over your hospital garments and headed out. Despite how busy the place was, you went unnoticed. It was sad... No one quite cared but... You also felt a sense of freedom in it.

You headed out and grabbed a taxi. You knew exactly where you needed to go. The fountain. It was sort of a safe place to you. You would come here every time you felt overwhelmed. Usually it was quiet but today it was more lively. You paid the fare and saw a crowd gathered in front of the fountain.

Curiosity pulled you towards the bustling pack even though you didn't like it. You peeped through to see a man dancing. A man so handsome that you've never seen before. He had red hair. He wore a black hoodie with black shorts. His moves were sharp and smooth. Each step drew you in. He had this... This aura... It was breathtaking to say the least.

The way he danced to the Song, the rhythm, the beat. All of it was something you could watch for hours. As the dance came to an end, the cheers became louder. Everyone had enjoyed greatly. "Thanks for the support, everyone!" The guy yelled out. His voice made you blush for some reason.

The crowd slowly cleared out. The area became as quiet as you were used to. Except, the man sat down chewing a gum while looking at his hat filled with tips from the bystanders.

He looked at you and smiled with a wave. You were caught off guard. Looking around and then pointing at yourself in shock. The man chuckled, nodding a yes. Involuntarily, your legs moved and you found yourself walking closer to him.

"hey!" He greeted you cheerfully. "Hi..." You greeted back, albeit a bit weak. He patted on the space beside him, asking you to take a seat. You complied without so much so a hint of hesitation and sat down. "here have this" he handed you a thin strip of gum.

"what's this?" You asked. As if you didn't already know. "uh.. gum?" He looked at you confused. Your ears flushed red as you took it from him. "r-right! Thanks!"

"I've seen my fair share of hospital Runaways. Didn't think anyone would come here though." He chewed on his gum, stuffing the rest in his bag before looking at you, "so? Which hospital did you run away from?"

"is... Is it that obvious?" You asked, a tinge of fear running down your spine. "well... You're wearing hospital pants so... Unless that's the fashion within the idols these days~" he shrugged.

You were astonished by what he said. "idol? You... You know me?" "Well. I've seen you around a lot. TVs, social media and stuff. Im surprised not many people recognise you 'round here. Do you only have international fans or something?"

You looked down, fiddling with the gum wrapper after having popped the gum in your mouth, "No that's not it... People just... Usually recognise the... Uhh... Dolled up, pretty, showable idol me. So now that I'm here, in a hooded jacket and hospital garments with no make up or so much so my hair done... I guess people don't exactly recognize me." A smile perked up your face. It was bitter, a faint smile that tried it's hardest to hide the pain.

The unknowingly comforting man looked at you with sad eyes before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer into a side hug. "well whatever! I'm your fan now. I recognized you when I laid my eyes on you!" He looked at you with a bright jolly glance. Had it been any other person, man or woman alike, you would've pushed them away. But right now, for some reason, you felt comfortable with this man.

You found your arms trailing around his waist into a hug. He pulled you closer. That was the warmest hug you'd felt in years. And to think it would be some stranger you met near your comfort place. It deemed funny to your bland life as you broke into a chuckle slightly less than a laugh.

The man ruffled your head above the hood and chuckled as well. "Im Yeonjun by the way. Choi Yeonjun." He introduced himself. You broke out of the hug, looking into his sparkly eyes full of life. "Im... Y/N. It's nice to meet you, Yeonjun-ssi."

"Ah! Look at you. Seems like your face finally has some life in it! You look so much more prettier this way!" He said cheerfully. Your eyes filled with tears that had been built inside for years. Tears that had no chance to escape finally found an exit and you fell sobbing.

"wha- ah! No! Don't cry, now!" He squabbled. "I'm sorry if I did something wrong!" Your tears refused to stop as he tried his best to comfort you, pulling you into a hug again. "no... No. It's not your fault. I'm sorry I just... So much has been going on and... I... I don't know why I'm crying I just..." Words refused to leave your lips as you scrambled to halt your unstoppable tears.

"shh... It's okay... Im here... Calm down... Everything's okay.." he comforted. You hid your face within the palms of your hand resting your head on his comforting warm chest.

After some crying, you finally calmed down. Your face was a mess. "I'm sorry I... I really don't know why I started crying all of a sudden..." You apologised. "Hey hey it's okay... Sometimes you just need to let it all out. And it seemed like you held it in for a long time. Look at you, such a mess, aeish" he replied calmly.

You sniffled, wiping your face. Your cheeks and nose red. Your eyes swollen. "uhm... My place is nearby. Do you wanna stop by and calm down a little? I'm pretty sure you could use something warm to drink right now." Kindness overflowed in his voice, his gaze and his acts. You were scared, what if he wasn't what he showed to be? But at this point... You really had nothing to lose. You practically had no family and friends since all personal connections got estranged because of your career. You're very close to quitting your job anyway. Right now... All you truly wanted was to let go. There's this unexplained trust you had in the man. That's why, nodding in approval, you decided to push aside your worries and go with the flow. It just... Felt right.

"great then!" He led you to his bike. Packing up his stuff, taking out a helmet. "I don't really have a spare one. Why don't you wear this?" He said, handing the object to you. "oh, no no! It's fine!" You stuttered. "come on. If I knew I would pick up such a pretty and talented lady, I would've come prepared. Plus, we don't want you to feel uncomfortable so just put it on!"

You opened your mouth to say something but he shushed you down. And just like that, you obeyed again. You were so used to obeying commands that you almost felt pathetic.

(weee bit of a side note, dont follow strangers omg-)

Brushing off your feelings, you let the man drive to wherever he wanted. The ride on the bike made you feel like a bird flying freely for the first time since you became a solo artist 5 years ago. you let your hands open like wings feeling the air.

The man just chuckled at the peculiar sight. And yet, he found it rather endearing. A soft blush creeped up his face, painting his nape and his cheeks a pretty pink.

After a while, you both reached his abode. It was a small apartment. A quiet and peaceful environment. As you walked down the corridor, you could hear the people inside. Some cheery... Some angered. You found yourself remembering your days before becoming an idol. You used to barely make ends meet but were happy. And now? It feels like you're locked up in a fancy prison everyone envies.

"Come in!" Yeonjun holds the door open with a smile. You nod with a soft smile before entering. Taking off the hospital slippers you found yourself feeling a sense of unexplainable warmth. "Thank you... For having me..." you muttered, loud enough to be heard. The other smiled and patted your head. "Make yourself home. I'll go get some warm milk. Or would you like anything else?" "No... Milk is okay."

He smiled and nodded. Moments later bringing a tray of two glasses of warm milk and some cookies. You both chatted, he told you a lot about himself. How he always wanted to be an idol and reach many people across the world, his history everything. probably to make you feel more comfortable.

You felt good, happy even. That was until your manager called furiously asking where you were. You didn't say much. "Just wait for me in front of the market." The market was a bit further from the fountain. You didn't want anyone to know that it was somewhere you came often.

With sad eyes, you asked Yeonjun to drop you off. He smiled, giving you another pat on the head and nodding. He dropped you off as promised and left almost immediately. You didn't want anyone to see him and possibly take away an innocent person you felt safe around.

Soon, this became a daily routine. During your time off, you would often visit the fountain. When you got back to work, you would sneak out during breaks or at night to visit him. The fountain now held another meaning for you.

You both exchanged contacts. Talking to him everyday made your life more bearable. Every time, he would welcome you with endless warmth. And slowly you started developing special feelings. It didn't come by at once. It was slow and took time. Almost 4 months had passed. Just 3 more months to bear. And then you'd be free.

One day, during dance practice, you had a hard time learning the moves. Your body refused to coordinate because of the endless practices. You felt worn out. But your choreographer refused to acknowledge that fact. Losing her mind, she slapped you hard. Hard enough for your lip to nick and bleed. "DON'T YOU FEEL ASHAMED OF BEING SO WORTHLESS?! WHAT EVEN CAN YOU DO?!" she yelled.

That was it. That was your final straw. You couldn't take it anymore. And you snapped like a thread barely holding on. "YOU THINK I WANNA BE USELESS?! MAYBE IF YOU COULD BE MORE OF A HUMAN THAN A MONSTROSITY THEN YOU WOULD'VE UNDERSTOOD WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK I'M GOING THROUGH!!" With that, you received another blow. She must've thrown something at you making you fall to the ground. And with that, blows after blows fell on you. Your vision blurred. Your mind fuzzy.

You could barely make out a few people hurrying over and taking her back. The last thing you saw and heard was your manager looking at you with contempt. "Should've just shut the fuck up. Why do you need to be such a bitch?" She said coldly. And with that you lost consciousness.

You awoke to a dim light of your room. You looked around, your body felt heavy, weak and hurting. Tears welled up in your eyes as you sniffled wondering where it went wrong. Barely getting up, you took out your phone that you kept hidden to make sure no one finds it.

The first thing you did was give him a call. It rang for a few seconds before you heard the click of him picking up. "Heyyy cutiieee~" The older said cheerfully. Tears rolled down your bruised cheek. "Oppa..." You called weakly. "Hey hey what's wrong? Why do you sound like that?? Are you ok??" He seemed worried. Very worried.

You shut your lips tightly to not make too much noise. "I... I can't do this anymore. Please... Please take me away from here... I beg you..." you sniffled. "Where are you right now? I'll come get you." His voice was stern. But it was comforting. "The pool... It's the closest from here... I can't go further than that. Please come pick me up.." There is a swimming institution which is 10 minutes away from the building by foot.

You got up, barely able to move. Your body felt like it would break apart. But you needed to do this. You needed to get away. Taking a few things like money, your phone, purse etc in a bag and putting on a jacket. You barely managed to sneak out. It's not the first time you've snuck out so you knew exactly how you needed to go. It was tough since you were hurt. But you escaped.

It was around 2:30 am. No taxis or rides in sight. Everything silent and still. The night air was chilling. It sent shivers down your spine. You felt fear but also relief. You ran and ran. Your feet felt like they would tear apart but that didn't stop you.

After what felt like hours, you were finally there. You made out a figure standing. You stopped, feeling scared. "Y/N?" the figure called out. Without another thought you ran right into his arms. The adrenaline rush stopped abruptly and your body gave out. You remember hearing Yeonjun call out to you. But you were tired and in pain.

You woke up again, a familiar surrounding. This time, not a cold hospital room but rather a warm room, not too soft but not too hard bed just comfortable, smell of tea spread through the room calming your nerves. Your eyes opened, your sight seemingly better as you looked around.

A familiar figure called out to you again, but this time, with warmth, "Y/N? Are you up? Can you hear me?" The voice called out. "O... Oppa...?" You replied. It was Yeonjun. "Ah thank God you're awake. Can you get up?" He helped you sit up, handing you a warm cup of tea and a bowl of fruits.

You had a hard time. You couldn't drink or eat. It was difficult. But seeing the earnest look on the other's face, you gave in and ate. For the first time, what you ate didn't make you feel sick. For the first time you didn't want to throw up. It was... Comforting. You ate up the fruits in an instant. You had been hungry for so long. You had been scared for so long that you forgot how much you loved to eat at some point of your life.

Yeonjun explained what had happened after you passed out. He brought you back, changed your dressing and put on some spare clothes on you. You both blushed at the thought of him seeing your naked body. You told him everything. How you became an idol, got abused and mistreated, and why you ran away.

He hugged you tight, tears rolling down his face as he heard your story. He comforted you. It was the first time you felt such great level of comfort from someone. You cried in his arms, the dim light felt as comforting as ever.

"we need to get you out of there. You... You'll die at this point." He cried. "I... I've been secretly collecting evidence... Of their misdeeds. Voice recordings, hidden camera recordings... I have enough. I was waiting for the right time and I think it's the right time now." You replied. "But... I... I don't wanna think about it now. I... Let's... Let's do something else please.."

"do you wanna sleep? You can take the bed. I can sleep on the couch." He said, caressing your head. You held onto him, "n..no! Stay... Stay with me please... I don't want to be alone tonight... Please oppa..." You pleaded.

He hugged you again, "ok... I'll stay... I'll stay as long as you want." He got on the bed, laying down beside you, pulling the sheets over the both of you. You nuzzled into his chest as he held you close.

You looked up at him, your faces close, lips barely inches apart. You gave in to your inhibitions and leaned closer. Your lips touched into a soft kiss. When you broke out of the kiss you expected him to be surprised. Repulsed even. While although his eyes were surprised, they weren't repulsed. He took a deep breath before holding you by the chin gently, pulling you close into a deeper kiss.

You moaned softly into the kiss, your hands gripped his shirt while his hand held the back of your head. Your tongue darted out, licking his lips before twirling in a beautiful rhythm with his tongue.

Your hands trailed to his crotch. He broke the kiss, both of you panting. "Do... Do you really wanna do this...?" He asked. You nodded, "I do... I wanna do it... With you..." "but... you're hurt... what if you get hurt more?" his eyes glinted in concern while all you did was softly chuckle, "I'll be fine. So just do it... please?" you held his face gently before sharing another passionate kiss.

He got on top of you, slow and steady to not hurt you, leaving wet kisses down your neck. He took your shirt off slowly, his eyes tearing up at the sight of your bruise body. He's seen it not even an hour ago and yet it was hard for him to accept someone could hurt a person like you.

He glided his hands down your torso making you mewl, a drop of tear rolling down his face, "They... Why did they do this to you.. ? What kind of a monster would..." He choked. You held him close, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, "I'm okay... You're here with me now. I don't care about anything else." "I... I'm sorry I didn't come get you sooner..." he sobbed as if he cried your tears. You smiled at how innocent and pure this man was. "Shh... It's okay... I don't care how long it takes... As long as you're here... I'll be okay..."

{Fair warning: the actual smut starts from here}

You kissed his tear stained cheeks as he took his own shirt off. Nibbling and sucking on your nipple he fondled with the other. His free hand trailed down to your thighs. He leaned down, licking and kissing your inner thighs. "You're so beautiful, Y/N... I promise I'll protect you..." his voice was as comforting as ever. You felt like you would just melt in his arms.

He reached for your soaking panties, taking it off as gently as he could, careful with every touch and every step. His fingers reached for your slick, his tongue darted out to savor your swollen bud. He held open your folds with his thumb while inserting his fingers into your pulsating hole.

Your fingers entangled in his hair as you moaned softly in pleasure. Your legs wrapped around his shoulder as your back arched from the sensation. "Fu... Fuuuck..." You mewled, your body trembling and flinching in immense pleasure. "F-faster... I want it faster, please...?"

He complied to your wishes, thrusting another finger in, fastening his pace as he sucked and nibbled on your bud. "Does that feel good..?" he asked, his voice low and husky. All you could do was nod and moan. He climbed up on you again, his fingers still busy thrusting your core as he pulled you in to a deep kiss.

"O.. Oppa... Yeonjun oppa..." you moaned, holding on to him tight, "I want you... I want you inside me... Please..." He was hesitant at first but soon gave in to your urges. "If it makes her forget... Even if for a moment... I would rather she trembles in pleasure than in pain." He thought to himself before pulling out of you.

"Anything that makes you happy..." he said before pulling off his pants revealing his throbbing member. You gulped at the sight of his size, feeling a sort of disbelief. "W... Will that fit me...?" it wasn't a big monstrosity but definitely bigger than average. He leaned down kissing your cheek, "I won't do anything that'll hurt you so relax. It's okay.."

He positioned himself on your entrance, rubbing the tip of his cock on you before gently pushing it in. You clenched the sheets, a wave of pain washing over you. "F-fuck... That hurts..." you hissed. "I-I'm sorry... Do you wanna stop?" You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer. Tears streamed down your rosy cheeks as you kissed him softly. "No.. Keep going... I can take it."

He nodded at your approval, pushing his member in even further. You winced in pain, biting your lip. He gently held your chin, gliding his thumb over your lips, "Don't bite yourself... Bite me instead." His voice was gentle and soothing. He kissed you again as he shoved even more of his length while you bit his lower lip. Your nails dug on his back scratching his smooth skin.

"It's... It's in..." he groaned, "fuck... you're so tight... relax, baby... i'm gonna snap in half at this point..." he huffed having put his entire length in. "I'm... I'm gonna move now okay?" you nodded, your eyes shut. He brushed the hair out of your face, "Open your eyes, darling... Look at me... please..." he pleaded.

You slowly opened your eyes. His smile grew. The sight in front of you was ethereal. "Fu... Fuck me, oppa... I want you to wreck me up, please." He chuckled at your cute demeanor while you pout and punched him softly on his chest. He held your hand, placing a soft kiss on it before pulling out a little and thrusting in with much force making you yelp out a moan.

Soon, what was once a wince of pain turned to an ungodly wave of pleasure. You were a moaning mess while he groaned and moaned ever so often. The room filled with the sounds of your skins slapping against each other, your moans entwined and the humidity of both your sweaty bodies lusting and loving. "You... You're so fucking beautiful... I feel like... I feel like I'm gonna melt..." he groaned, his eyes locked onto yours.

Your eyes looked back in a daze. Kissing him messily, it felt like you were high on some drug. You mind a fuzzy mess, all you could think about is the man in front of you. "When was the last time I lost my mind like this...?" You thought to yourself.

You felt a knot form in the depths of your core, your moans louder than ever, "Oppa~!! Cumming! I'm cumming!" you gripped onto him tighter. "I'm close too... Let's do it together, yeah? You can cum however much you want. Let loose, baby. I'm here... You're safe here..." he groaned, kissing you softly all over your face while his pace fastened.

You wrapped your legs around him, letting go of all the emotions you've held on to along with your climax. Both of you came together all over each other. He flopped on you, his warm weight feeling comforting to you, a mumble left your lips, "I... I love you so much..." and with that, you passed out.

You opened your eyes again, the warm sunlight peeking through the curtains woke you up. You looked around unable to recall where you were. "Oh? You're awake? You should sleep more. I bet you're still tired." a familiar voice spoke out.

You smiled and tried to get up but failed miserably. Your entire body ached as you hissed in pain. "Ahh.. that hurts..." You mumbled. "Hey hey don't get up. You had a tough night. Rest up." Yeonjun rushed to you.

You looked up at him with sparkly eyes, "Good morning..." a cute whisper left your lips. He chuckled, "Good morning to you too, jagii~" his voice was smooth and soothing. It calmed your nerves immediately as a smile trailed up your face again. "I do hope you remember what you said yesterday though~"

"I said..?" you looked at him confused before a wave of memories flooded in.

what had happened...

"You... You do...?" Yeonjun asked, a delightful surprise in his voice. All you did was give him a tired nod. He chuckled, "I love you too, pabo~" A weak yet satisfied smile creeped up your face. He nuzzled his nose against yours. Brushing out the strands of hair from your face, he looked at you with loving eyes. "So.. does that mean we're dating now~?" You looked at him with tired yet sparkly eyes, "Yeah..." you muttered before drifting off to sleep. He chuckled, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Alright... Good night, cutie~"

{End of flashback}

Your cheeks flushed a bright red as you hurried to hide yourself underneath the blankets. He laughed, pulling the blanket away from your face, leaning closer, "What? Regretting your decision?" he asked. You shook your head, "No... How could I..?" you mumbled. "Then what are you doing? Kiss me already." he smiled. You complied and both of you shared a soft loving kiss.

Later, you started a live-stream. Given your popularity, more than a thousand joined the stream. You presented all the evidence you had collected. Video clips, voice recordings, pictures, any and everything you collected over the years. The stream gained a lot of attention and became viral almost immediately. After a long lawsuit war, you won the case and the company was shut down. Other idols also spoke up and justice was served.

The company went bankrupt and banned by the beginning of winter. 'Revenge is best served cold' they say. It was served cold, alright. With the power in your hands, you started a company of your own becoming the youngest to own a successful company. Yeonjun, along with other idols in similar position as yours helped a great deal.

Your story soon gained a lot of recognition. People all across the world bashed the previous company as you rose to fame. Your company gained numerous extremely talented individuals. And thus... your first boy band was formed. TXT. Starring Yeonjun in it. You named your company "FounGum Entertainment" to honor the fountain which led you to where you are now and that single strip of gum which marked the beginning of a journey with your (secret) lover.

It'd be lie if I said the rest was a happy ending. Every journey has it's ups and downs. The ending is just the beginning and now it's your turn to write your own story.

This marks the end of "Ggum boy"! It became longer than I thought it would but I hope you guys enjoyed reading!

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Midnight Freedom

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Elise hissed at medicine soaked rag. “Oh shut up!” The younger sibling ordered. “It’ll get infected if you keep this up you know.”

“Yeah yeah I know Vel. Sorry.” She still thought about the events leading up to the scuffed-up face and black eye. Who thought a bear could be so violent? A mama bear at that.

Veltun finished and placed colorful bandaids on her scuffed-up parts. The black eye remained untouched further. “Okay, I’ve done all I could.” The younger one returned the bandaid box to the aid kit and shut it. “Just-“ Veltun sighed.

“Just try to avoid Mom for the rest of the night, alright?” He tried to speak in a gentle happy tone, but with the subject matter, it still came out depressing. Elise just nodded and stood up from the bed. Absently making her way to the door as she had done time and time again. She was just so,

Tired.

Her face ached. She wanted to cry when she thought back to the events. Why? Why did she want to cry? People get hit all the time, and they don't bitch about it. Why did her heart ache for a strike her mother had given her?

She knew what she had to do. She's always known.

The only thing stopping her was family. But, she couldn't save them. Two kids and a young woman might tug at the heartstrings of people. Might make the police actually look into the case instead of being on their asses.

But no one would give a fuck if a Latina went missing.

Elise went into her room, and sat on her bed, thinking. Could she just leave them all? Leave her siblings behind? Let them take the abuse? It was a tough decision. But she made her choice.

She was saving herself.

Grabbing an old sports duffle bag, she stuffed whatever could fit in it, clothes, bandaids, money she saved up, ids, whatever.

She done it all in a swift motion, only stopping to go to another part of her room. Elise stopped at her dresser, the top held up a framed picture of them.

Her, when she was thirteen with glasses still, Veltun when he was six, and little Winnito who was held up by Elise as he was barely a year old. All smiles.

She wanted to take it. Oh god, did she want that damn photo. But Elise knew if she had, it'd convince her not to leave. To stay and take the punches. Stay and take the abuse. She swallowed hard, taking the frame from the top of the dresser. She gripped it tightly to her chest.

Then

She let it fall to the ground, glass shattering around her, her eyes welled up before Elise quickly wiped them away.

Elise shut the door, leaving her home, she fought not to look back for a final time. The thought of seeing Veltun or Winnito at the window, it made her nauseous. But she did look back. Meeting the gaze of mom.

Mom blankly stared at her. Her costume head made it impossible to see what she was thinking, or even what she was feeling. That happy-go-lucky smile plastered onto the head sickened Elise. Elise opened her mouth to say something but mom beat her to it.

"If you leave, you can't come back."

Elise gulped. Looking towards the ground, oh god, could she really do this? Yes. Yes, she could.

Bringing her now angered face to face, Mom. "Well," she spoke with a twinge of anger, "Good thing I'm not coming back."

"This is your home. Estas pendeja?"

"Yeah guess I am." She retorted. It felt great. She ran off feeling like million bucks. Freedom was just at a bus stop. She could taste it. It tasted sweet.

Elise scanned the buses going out to the cities, she hadn't thought this yet, and she landed on a far enough away city.

Carcer City

It wasn't any New York City, but it'd get the job done. She'd try to find some work there. Couldn't be too hard. Boarding the bus, it was quite empty. Guess no one wanted to go. Only some guys in black hoods and one big guy in a Hawaiian shirt were there.

She breathed for the first time in forever. A true breath, not one of pain, sadness, or stress. But a real genuine breath of freedom. Elise stared out the window as the bus started. Watching the buildings fly away, she hoped her disappearance wouldn't upset the kiddos too much.

She couldn't wait to spend a night without worrying about her mother in the morning.

This City was gonna change her whole life.

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Shoshana was nothing if not one stubborn bitch.

Did she like the fact that it’d been months since her and Rhett had spoken properly, that even now that Rhett had returned to the flat after her long visit home, she and Shosh still spent their days and nights doing the world’s most awkward waltz to avoid each other as much as possible? No, Shosh hated it of course.

But she was certain it was a state of existence that was temporary. Just something they had to get through, for now, until they’d healed their bullshit damages enough to talk and move on. To go back to normal, without the memory of claustrophobic tour-buses and shattered wrist bones hanging over them.

Shosh was stubborn, and she could have waited…

…If it wasn’t for Dona not coming home.

It had been a week. Dona’s room wasn’t slept in, she wasn’t answering her phone. Not just that—her phone wouldn’t even ring, it just played some obnoxious automated message about the number you are trying to reach is not in service… Her Healer-in-Training robes were hanging in her closet, untouched.

Right now, their friend needed them. So it was time for Shosh and Rhett to fuck their stupid, stubborn waltz.

That night, Shosh emerged from her room after dark, arms full with a prime selection from her secret bedroom candy stash. She put a pot on the stove and made two huge mugs of rich hot chocolate, on top of which she pilled an abundance of marshmallows.

Then she took her olive-branch offerings in hand and she banged on Rhett’s bedroom door until it opened. “I’ve got sweets…” she said, holding up her bounty, “…can we talk?”

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Thank you so much for everything you've done for No Buses.

Thank you so much for giving us such an amazing mEMOries.

You'll be missed Issei🥹

Thank you,

Thank you,

Thank you..

I don't think I have ever felt as emotional seeing them perform as I did last night..

Issei is looking up and holding back tears..:*(

and they played a cover of "No Buses" by Arctic Monkeys as an encore..! Jeez..that was super awesome and that’s one of the many many reasons why I truly love & trust this band...

Once again, Thank you Issei!

Wishing you lots of luck on your next adventure :*)

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sissu tour

Sissu is a charming village located in the Lahaul Valley of Himachal Pradesh, nestled at an altitude of around 3,000 meters (9,843 feet). It is known for its stunning landscapes, including snow-capped mountains, lush green valleys, and crystal-clear rivers. Sissu is a great spot for those looking for a peaceful retreat or to explore the rugged beauty of the region, especially before or after the Rohtang Pass. let us discuss about sissu tour

Why Visit Sissu?

Breathtaking Scenery

Sissu is surrounded by magnificent snow-capped peaks of the Pir Panjal Range, lush valleys, and the picturesque Chandra River.

The area is known for its untouched natural beauty, offering a serene escape from crowded tourist spots.

Proximity to Key Attractions

Close to Rohtang Pass (about 45 km from Manali) and Keylong (approximately 30 km away), making it an excellent stop on a road trip to explore Lahaul and Spiti.

The Sissu Waterfall, located near the village, is a popular spot for sightseeing.

Trekking and Adventure

Trekking: Several short treks can be done in the region, including easy hikes to Sissu Glacier and nearby monasteries.

Photography: Sissu is an excellent destination for photographers looking to capture dramatic landscapes, river valleys, and traditional Himachali villages.

Peaceful Atmosphere

The village is peaceful and relatively unexplored compared to nearby tourist towns, making it ideal for relaxation and a digital detox.

Cultural Immersion

Sissu offers a glimpse into the traditional lifestyle of the people of Lahaul. You can interact with locals, learn about their culture, and enjoy fresh produce and local food.

Things to Do in Sissu

Sissu Waterfall

The Sissu Waterfall is one of the most picturesque spots in the area. The waterfall cascades down a cliffside with a backdrop of snow-capped peaks, making it a great spot for photography and picnics.

Trekking to Sissu Glacier

For adventure lovers, a trek to the Sissu Glacier is a thrilling experience. The trek takes you through alpine meadows, offering incredible views of the surrounding mountains and valleys.

Visit the Local Monastery

Sissu is home to a beautiful Buddhist monastery, where you can experience the spiritual ambiance of the region. The monastery provides panoramic views of the surrounding valley.

Camping by the Chandra River

Sissu is a popular spot for camping. You can camp near the Chandra River and enjoy a night under the stars, surrounded by mountains.

River Rafting

For adventure seekers, river rafting is possible on the Chandra River, which offers an exciting, yet calm experience amidst beautiful natural surroundings.

Nearby Attractions

Rohtang Pass

A short drive from Sissu, the Rohtang Pass is a famous high-altitude pass offering stunning views and snow activities like skiing and snowboarding (open from May to November).

Keylong

Keylong, the administrative center of Lahaul Valley, is about 30 km away. It offers beautiful monasteries like Guru Ghantal Monastery and is a gateway to the Spiti Valley.

Tandi Village

Tandi is a picturesque village known for its vibrant local culture and proximity to the confluence of the Chandra and Bhaga rivers.

Baralacha La Pass

Baralacha La, around 70 km from Sissu, is another high-altitude pass known for its rugged beauty. It is a must-visit for trekkers and those traveling toward Leh.

How to Reach Sissu

By Road: Sissu is most accessible by road, especially via Manali. It's about 45 km from Manali, and you can drive via the Rohtang Pass.

The road can be challenging, especially in the winter months when snow may block the routes. However, it opens up in late spring to autumn.

By Air: The nearest airport is Kullu Manali Airport (Bhuntar), about 90 km away. From there, you can take a taxi or bus to reach Sissu.

By Bus: Buses from Manali to Leh pass through Sissu. You can take one of these buses to reach the village.

Best Time to Visit Sissu

Summer (May to June): Ideal for outdoor activities like trekking, photography, and river rafting. The weather is mild and pleasant.

Monsoon (July to September): It’s best to avoid visiting during the monsoon due to landslides in the hilly regions.

Autumn (September to November): The weather is still pleasant, and the area is less crowded, making it ideal for a peaceful retreat.

Winter (December to March): For those looking to experience snow, winter is the best time, but be prepared for cold temperatures and possible road closures due to snow.

Accommodation in Sissu

Guesthouses and Homestays:

Sissu offers cozy homestays and guesthouses run by locals, providing a homely experience.

Examples include Sissu Homestay and other small, family-run establishments.

Camping:

You can opt for riverside camping or set up your tent in the beautiful landscapes of Sissu.

Hotels and Resorts:

While accommodation options are limited, there are a few basic hotels and resorts in nearby areas like Keylong or Manali.

Travel Tips

Road Conditions: Roads to Sissu are narrow and may be challenging, especially in winter. Make sure your vehicle is suitable for mountainous terrain, and always check road conditions before traveling.

Warm Clothing: Sissu is located at a high altitude, so carry warm clothes, especially if visiting in the winter months.

Carry Cash: ATMs are sparse, so it’s advisable to carry sufficient cash for your stay.

Respect Local Customs: The region is predominantly Buddhist, so be respectful of local customs and traditions.

Would you like help with booking accommodation, a detailed itinerary, or tips for nearby activities?

hope this blog about sissu himanchal pradesh will be helpful for you.

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Andharban from Pune: A Hidden Gem of Peace!

Are you wondering about the Andharban forest location? It is in the Sahyadri mountain range, close to Pune, Maharashtra. Known for its lush greenery and unspoiled wilderness, the forest offers a scenic trek that leads through dense jungles, with views of valleys and streams. It’s a popular destination for trekking enthusiasts looking to experience the serene and untouched beauty of nature while exploring the rich biodiversity of the Andharban forest. This trek provides an escape from the hustle and bustle, allowing trekkers to connect deeply with nature.

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Andharban Forest Location

Located in the Raigad district, Andharban from Pune is easily accessible making it an ideal weekend getaway. The forest derives its name, “Andharban,” meaning “Dark Forest,” due to the dense tree cover that filters out sunlight, creating a shadowy, mystical environment throughout the trek

How to Reach Andharban Trek

By Air: The nearest airport to Andharban is Pune International Airport (PNQ), approximately 70 km away. From there, you can take a taxi or cab to the trek’s starting point.

By Road: Andharban is accessible by road from Pune and Mumbai. Private cabs, buses, and self-drive options are available. The journey from Pune takes around 2–3 hours, while from Mumbai, it can take about 4–5 hours.

By Train: Pune Railway Station is the closest to Andharban, offering good connectivity. From the station, hire a taxi or cab to reach the trek’s base.

Andharban Trek Difficulty Level and Experience

The Andharban trek difficulty level is considered moderate, ideal for first-time trekkers with some experience or seasoned hikers looking for a day’s adventure. The trek, spanning around 13–14 km, usually takes about 6–7 hours to complete. While the path is well-trodden, trekkers can encounter steep inclines and slippery paths, particularly after the monsoon season, making it a bit challenging.

Andharban Jungle Trek Highlights

One of the highlights of the trek is the breathtaking view of the Andharban jungle, where you walk through dense forests filled with diverse flora and fauna. As you move along the trail, the sound of birds chirping and the smell of fresh earth create a calm and peaceful ambience. The trek offers several picturesque spots for photographers, with stunning views of the valley below and the surrounding mountain ranges.

The trek culminates with a magnificent view of the Tamhini ghat and the surrounding countryside. Additionally, trekkers get to witness several waterfalls, hidden streams, and the fascinating flora and fauna native to the region.

Cost of Andharban Jungle Trek from Mumbai: Adventure Awaits!

The cost of the Andharban Jungle Trek from Mumbai starts at INR 999 per person. This package includes the services of a certified instructor, high-quality safety equipment, forest entry charges, trek expertise charges, first aid support, and meals (breakfast, tea, and lunch). It’s a great deal for an unforgettable experience in nature! Visit Universal Adventures for more package details!

Best Time for Andharban Trek

The best time to embark on the Andharban trek is during the monsoon season (June to September) when the forest is lush and green. However, due to the slippery terrain, it is advisable to take extra caution. Post-monsoon months (October to March) are also popular for trekking when the weather is pleasant and ideal for trekking.

Andharban Trek from Pune: A Serene Adventure in Nature

The Andharban trek from Pune offers a serene, challenging, and beautiful experience for those seeking adventure in nature. Whether you’re trekking through the darkened paths of the Andharban jungle or marvelling at the panoramic views, this trek will undoubtedly leave you feeling rejuvenated. It’s perfect for anyone looking to disconnect from city life and connect with nature. So, are you ready for the serene adventure?

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Nag Tibba Trek: A 360° View of the Himalayan Range

Nestled at 3,022 meters in the lower Himalayas of Uttarakhand, the Nag Tibba Trek is an unparalleled experience for adventure enthusiasts. Known as the highest peak in the Nag Tibba range, this trek offers mesmerizing views, serene surroundings, and an exciting trail through dense forests and expansive meadows. Whether you’re a seasoned trekker or a beginner, Nag Tibba promises a rejuvenating escape into nature.

Why Choose the Nag Tibba Trek?

The Nag Tibba Trek is a perfect blend of adventure and scenic beauty. The trail is a haven for nature lovers, taking you through oak and rhododendron forests and offering awe-inspiring panoramic views of the majestic Himalayan peaks, including Swargarohini, Bandarpoonch, Kalanag, Srikanth, and Gangotri. On clear days, these peaks light up in fiery shades of orange during sunsets, creating a spectacle that remains etched in your memory.

Nag Tibba Trek Distance and Route Overview

The 15 KM trek begins at Pantwari, a quaint village around 85 KM from Dehradun. The journey to the summit is divided into two phases:

1. Pantwari to Nag Tibba Base Camp: A gentle uphill trail through forested paths and scenic clearings.  

2. Base Camp to Summit: A steeper climb with rewarding 360° views of the snow-capped Himalayan range at the top.

The return journey retraces the same path, making the total Nag Tibba Trek distance a 15 KM round trip. 

Reaching Nag Tibba from Delhi is easy and convenient. Travelers can take an overnight bus or train to Dehradun, approximately 250 KM from Delhi. From Dehradun, taxis and buses are available to Pantwari, the trek's starting point. Many trekking companies also offer packages that include transportation from Delhi, making the Nag Tibba Trek from Delhi a hassle-free weekend getaway.

Know The Nag Tibba Trek Best Time

One of the unique aspects of the Nag Tibba Trek is its year-round accessibility. Be it the snow-covered trails in winter or the blooming rhododendrons in spring, every season adds a distinct charm. The Nag Tibba Trek best time spans all months, making it an evergreen destination for adventurers.

Nag Tibba Trek Package

To make the experience seamless, several trek organizers offer convenient Nag Tibba Trek package. Here are two popular options:

 1. Trek from Pantwari to Pantwari

Duration: 1 Night and 2 Days  

Cost: ₹1999 per person  

Inclusions: Trek guide, meals, tent accommodation, and basic first-aid.  

 2. Trek from Dehradun to Dehradun  

Duration: 1 Night and 2 Days  

Cost: ₹2999 per person  

Inclusions: Transportation from Dehradun, trek guide, meals, tent accommodation, and first-aid.  

Both packages offer an immersive experience catering to diverse needs and budgets.

Conclusion

The Nag Tibba Trek is a natural beauty, adventure, and tranquillity treasure trove. Whether you’re drawn by the captivating views, the thrill of climbing the highest peak in the region, or the simplicity of a short trek, Nag Tibba has something for everyone. With a manageable Nag Tibba Trek distance of 15 KM, affordable Nag Tibba Trek packages, and accessibility even for beginners, it is no surprise that this trek has become a favourite among adventure seekers.

Plan your trip now and immerse yourself in the untouched beauty of Nag Tibba. The mountains await!

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Top Reasons to Choose Car Rental in Mauritius for Your Island Adventure

The top reasons to choose car rental in Mauritius for your island adventure. Enjoy freedom, convenience, and access to hidden gems with a rental car. Perfect for exploring beaches and landmarks!

Mauritius, located in the Indian Ocean, is renowned for its turquoise waters, white sandy beaches, and lush greenery. While many visit for its luxury resorts, the island offers so much more, including unique cultural experiences, natural wonders, and historical landmarks. To explore all of these at your own pace, a rental car is an excellent choice.

Reasons to Choose Car Rental in Mauritius for Your Island Adventure

Mauritius, with its breathtaking landscapes, pristine beaches, and vibrant culture, is a dream destination for travelers. One of the best ways to fully immerse yourself in the island’s beauty is by opting for a car rental. From the flexibility of exploring hidden gems to the comfort of personalized travel, renting a car can elevate your adventure in this tropical paradise. Let’s dive into why renting a car in Mauritius is the perfect choice for your trip.

Why opt for a car rental in Mauritius?

Public transport and guided tours often stick to popular tourist spots, leaving many hidden gems out of reach. With a rental car, you can venture off the beaten path to discover secluded beaches, local eateries, and untouched landscapes.

Forget the hassle of waiting for buses or adhering to rigid tour schedules. A car rental in Mauritius allows you to travel on your own time, providing a comfortable and stress-free experience.

While taxis and private tours can be expensive, renting a car often proves more economical, especially for families or groups.

The Best Places to Visit with a Rental Car

Pristine Beaches and Coastal Roads

Trou-aux-Biches and Flic-en-Flac are two of the most stunning beaches in Mauritius. With a rental car, you can easily visit these serene spots and enjoy the crystal-clear waters.

The South Coast Scenic Drive offers panoramic views of cliffs, lagoons, and sugarcane fields, making it a must-experience route.

Cultural and Historical Landmarks

Explore the Aapravasi Ghat, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, and the iconic Le Morne Brabant, a symbol of resistance against slavery.

Take a detour to Mahébourg, a charming village that showcases the island’s rich history and culture.

Natural Wonders of Mauritius

Drive to Black River Gorges National Park for hiking trails and exotic wildlife. Don’t miss Chamarel’s Seven Colored Earth, a geological marvel.

How to Choose the Right Car Rental Service?

Factors to Consider: Cost, Insurance, and Reviews When selecting a car rental, compare prices, check for insurance coverage, and read customer reviews to ensure reliability. Tips for Comparing Rental Companies

Look for hidden fees, mileage limits, and fuel policies to find the best deal.

Driving in Mauritius: What to Know

Traffic Rules and Road Conditions

Mauritius drives on the left, and speed limits are strictly enforced. Most roads are in good condition, but some rural areas may have narrow or uneven paths.

Safety Tips for Tourists

Always wear seat belts, avoid driving at night in unfamiliar areas, and keep your rental agreement and license handy.

Benefits of Pre-Booking Your Car Rental

Saving Time and Money

Pre-booking often comes with discounts and ensures that you get the vehicle of your choice.

Ensuring Availability During Peak Seasons

Mauritius is a popular destination, especially during holidays. Pre-booking helps you avoid last-minute disappointments.

Sustainable Travel: Eco-Friendly Rental Options

Choosing Hybrid or Electric Vehicles

Opt for eco-friendly vehicles to minimize your carbon footprint while exploring Mauritius car rental.

Supporting Local Green Initiatives

Some rental companies collaborate with conservation projects, giving you a chance to contribute to the island’s sustainability.

Conclusion

Renting a car in Mauritius unlocks the freedom to explore this tropical paradise at your own pace. Whether you’re chasing sunsets on pristine beaches or uncovering the island’s cultural treasures, a rental car ensures a seamless and unforgettable journey.

FAQs

What Are the Age and License Requirements? You must be at least 21 years old and have a valid driver’s license for at least one year.

Is It Safe to Drive in Mauritius as a Tourist? Yes, driving in Mauritius is safe, provided you follow local traffic rules.

What Insurance Options Are Available? Most companies offer basic and comprehensive insurance. It’s wise to check what’s included.

Can I Rent a Car Without a Credit Card? Some companies accept debit cards, but it’s best to confirm in advance.

Are there mileage limits for rental cars? While many rentals offer unlimited mileage, some may have restrictions.

What Happens If I Have an Accident? Contact your rental company and local authorities immediately. Insurance coverage will depend on your agreement.

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A Traveler’s Guide to Chopta Mini Switzerland of Uttarakhand

Often hailed as the “Mini Switzerland of Uttarakhand,” Chopta is a scenic retreat in the heart of the Himalayas. From tranquil meadows to stunning mountain peaks, Chopta offers a blend of nature’s finest elements that attract travelers year-round. This guide will help you explore the beauty, adventure, and serenity that define Chopta Mini Switzerland of Uttarakhand.

Why Visit Chopta Mini Switzerland of Uttarakhand?

Chopta is known for its pristine beauty, untouched landscapes, and year-round allure. The lush meadows, dense forests, and panoramic views of snow-capped peaks like Chaukhamba, Trishul, and Nanda Devi make Chopta a favorite destination for trekkers, nature enthusiasts, and peace seekers alike. Known as Chopta Mini Switzerland of Uttarakhand, this region's breathtaking landscapes offer an experience reminiscent of the European Alps, yet with a distinct Himalayan charm.

How to Reach Chopta

By Air: The closest airport to Chopta is Jolly Grant Airport in Dehradun, around 220 km away. Taxis are available from the airport to Chopta, offering a scenic drive through the mountains.

By Train: The nearest railway station is Rishikesh, situated about 160 km from Chopta. You can take a cab or a bus from Rishikesh to reach Chopta.

By Road: Chopta is well-connected by road, and travelers can reach it by car or take state-run buses. The journey itself is an adventure, with winding roads and views of the majestic Himalayas.

Best Time to Visit Chopta Mini Switzerland of Uttarakhand

Chopta is beautiful throughout the year, and each season offers a unique experience:

Summer (April to June): This is the best time to witness the green meadows in full bloom and enjoy pleasant weather.

Monsoon (July to September): The rain brings out the lush greenery, but be cautious of landslides.

Autumn (October to November): A great time for trekking, as the weather is cool and clear with fewer tourists around.

Winter (December to February): Snow covers the region, transforming Chopta Mini Switzerland of Uttarakhand into a winter wonderland, ideal for snow trekking.

Top Treks in Chopta

Tungnath Trek: A short yet invigorating trek that takes you to Tungnath Temple, the highest Shiva temple in the world, located at 3,680 meters. The trail is filled with scenic views and ancient forests, making it one of the must-visit spots in Chopta Mini Switzerland of Uttarakhand.

Chandrashila Trek: The trek to Chandrashila peak, located a short hike from Tungnath, offers a rewarding 360-degree view of the Himalayas. It’s a favorite among photographers and sunrise seekers for its incredible vistas.

Deoria Tal Trek: Just a short drive from Chopta, this trek leads to a crystal-clear lake reflecting the Chaukhamba peaks, adding to the region's allure. It’s a relatively easy trek, ideal for beginners.

Exploring Kedarnath Wildlife Sanctuary

Chopta is part of the Kedarnath Wildlife Sanctuary, making it a haven for wildlife lovers and birdwatchers. The sanctuary is home to a variety of species, including the Himalayan monal (the state bird of Uttarakhand), musk deer, and more. Birdwatchers will find Chopta Mini Switzerland of Uttarakhand an ideal location, with sightings of rare and colorful birds making the experience even more memorable.

Where to Stay in Chopta

Chopta offers several options for travelers, from cozy guesthouses to campsites that let you stay close to nature:

Camping: The best way to experience Chopta is by camping. There are numerous campsites with tents, bonfires, and meals available, offering a truly immersive experience in Chopta Mini Switzerland of Uttarakhand.

Homestays and Guesthouses: A few local guesthouses and homestays offer basic amenities and a comfortable stay, letting you connect with local culture.

Local Cuisine and Delicacies

While in Chopta, savor traditional Uttarakhandi dishes, such as Aloo ke Gutke (spicy potato preparation) and Phaanu (lentil-based curry). Local food is simple yet flavorful, reflecting the warm hospitality of the region. Some campsites and guesthouses serve hot tea and snacks, perfect for warming up in the cool mountain weather.

Essential Tips for Travelers

Pack Light but Warm: Even in summer, nights can be chilly, so pack layers and keep essentials light for trekking.

Stay Hydrated and Take Rest Breaks: At high altitudes, it’s crucial to stay hydrated and take your time, especially on treks like Tungnath and Chandrashila.

Respect Nature: Chopta Mini Switzerland of Uttarakhand is a pristine area, so keep it clean. Follow eco-friendly practices and leave no trace.

Check Weather Conditions: The weather in Chopta can be unpredictable, especially in winter. Check conditions before heading out, especially if you’re planning to trek.

Conclusion

Chopta Mini Switzerland of Uttarakhand is a hidden gem that offers the perfect balance of natural beauty, adventure, and peace. From the breathtaking views of the Himalayas to the challenging treks and serene nights under the stars, Chopta offers an experience that is both thrilling and rejuvenating. So, set your sights on Chopta, a Himalayan paradise where every corner invites you to relax, reconnect with nature, and experience the enchanting beauty of Uttarakhand.

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Do You Know What Is the Best Part of the Dudhsagar Trek?

Venture into a world where cascading waters meet untouched forests in Goa’s famous Dudhsagar—an experience filled with beauty, thrill, and unforgettable memories. From navigating lush trails to standing in awe at one of India’s tallest waterfalls, every part of the waterfall trekking experience is bound to leave you spellbound.

Quick Guide: The Dudhsagar Trek Essentials

Location: Bhagwan Mahaveer Sanctuary, Goa-Karnataka Border

Altitude: 1017 ft

Trek Distance: Approx. 14 KM (One-way)

Best Time to Visit: June to September

Trip Duration: 3 Nights & 4 Days (from Bangalore)

Difficulty Level: Easy to Moderate

Uncovering the Magic: Is Dudhsagar Open Now?

The mesmerizing Dudhsagar Falls is open to visitors, offering a safe and guided journey during the monsoon months. June through September is the best time to witness the falls at their peak, with monsoon rains feeding the Mandovi River, creating a stunning cascade down the rugged cliffs.

Planning the Trip: Dudhsagar Waterfall Package

Universal Adventures provides a well-curated Dudhsagar Waterfall Package that offers comfort, thrill, and value. Here’s what you’ll get:

Accommodation: Separate homestays and camps for boys and girls.

Meals: Two breakfasts, one lunch, and one dinner (all vegetarian).

Transport: Non-AC push-back seating from Bangalore making the Bangalore to Dudhsagar distance which is approximately 600 kilometres, a worthwhile trip.

Guides and Permits: Experienced trek leaders, forest permits, and entry tickets.

Dandeli Sightseeing: Adding an extra day of adventure with activities like rafting (optional).

Starting at INR 3999 per person, it’s a great package to make the most out of your Dudhsagar journey.

The Trail Experience: Waterfall Trekking Like Never Before

The waterfall trekking path is filled with picturesque sights and rugged terrain. As you trek through Bhagwan Mahaveer Sanctuary, you’ll encounter little streams, towering trees, and sounds of wildlife. The most rewarding part? Reaching the falls and experiencing the cool, misty air as you stand before the 1017-foot waterfall—an iconic sight that resembles a flowing river of milk.

There’s something magical about standing by the Dudhsagar Falls—the sound, the mist, the pure energy!

Tips to Make the Most of Your Dudhsagar Trek

Travel Light: Bring a small backpack for essentials.

Prepare for Rain: Waterproof your belongings and wear a raincoat.

Shoes Matter: Wear sturdy, comfortable trekking shoes with a good grip.

Stay Hydrated and Energized: Carry water, snacks, or energy bars.

Safety First: Follow your guide’s instructions and avoid littering.

How to Reach Dudhsagar Falls by Train, Air, and Road

Now that you are so captivated by the destination, are you wondering how to reach Dudhsagar Falls by train, bus, or flight? To reach the breathtaking Dudhsagar Falls, you have several travel options:

By Air: The Bangalore International Airport (BLR) is located approximately 40 KM from the city centre. From the airport, you can take a taxi or bus to reach the main city.

By Road: Bangalore is connected to major cities through a well-organized network of state and private buses. The Karnataka State Road Transport Corporation (KSRTC) offers routes to nearby locations, making travel convenient.

By Train: Begin your journey from Bangalore City Railway Station (SBC) or Yeswantpur Junction (YPR), which are the primary stations serving Bangalore. For reaching Dudhsagar, Castle Rock is the nearest railway station near Dudhsagar Falls. After arriving, you can hire local transportation or opt for a short hike to experience the falls up close.

Conclude with Memories

Dudhsagar Falls is not just a sight—it’s a feeling. From the journey itself to the moment you see the cascading water, each step makes the trek worthwhile. As you head back, memories of this natural beauty will stay with you. I know that you feel like going there ASAP. So, is Dudhsagar trek open now? Yes, and now is the perfect time to tick this experience off your list!