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runariya · 3 months ago

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My Beloved Villain (JJK) • Chapter 5

pairing: hero!Jungkook x villain!female reader genre: dark romance, gore, villain!AU, hero!AU, slow burn rating: MDNI, 18+ warnings: covering up of wounds, thoughts about past mud€r, awkward morning, lies, fluff, 700 in 3 Jungkook because I couldn't not write it, inner conflicts between good and bad, detailed description of inner autopsy, scalpel in thigh, blood, stitching without local anaesthesia, drinking, fluff, OC drops a hint to her dark side, Jungkook is oblivious in so many ways it physically hurts, smut, f!ngering, worshipping, oral (m. receiving), protected s€x, OC rides him (it's the way that you can ride~), pls lmk if I forgot smth word count: ~ 7.6K

a/n: I thought I'd upload tomorrow as a present for ✨ Jungkook Day ✨ but I’m going to be busy, so here’s the chapter a little early. It’s a bit of a treat, mostly fluff and smut, pushing the plot forward, so ENJOY! After this one, we’ll be spiralling fast and hard 🫢 Please don’t come at me!

a/n 2: This work is purely fictional. All characters and events are entirely imaginary and do not reflect reality. Content errors related to med school are not excluded. Please do not use this story as your own. No translations are allowed without permission. Thank you for understanding! 💕

prologue • 01 • 02 • 03 • 04 • masterlist • 06

The next morning, you stand in your small shared bathroom that after all these years still feels too small, the kind of tight space that seems to crowd you when you’re already feeling a little claustrophobic. You’re staring into the mirror, eyes a little distant, trying to assess the damage from last night, trying to make sense of everything that happened in the darkness of night. The faint bathroom light flickers once, just as if it’s mimicking the wavering thoughts in your head, and you finally focus on yourself again.

Your neck isn’t much of a problem, the slight pinkish bruise barely visible when the light isn’t catching just right, so masking it with some make up isn’t much of a problem. You can make it disappear entirely, almost like nothing happened. Almost. What does concern you however is the little cut on your swollen, puffy bottom lip. The skin is stretching tight over the small cut that’s stubborn in its defiance, refusing to be ignored. It’s not big, nor is it deep, but it’s prominent in the way it catches the light, just enough that someone standing close to you might notice. Someone like Jungkook.

Brushing teeth only added to the inflammation, which you gladly don’t feel, but will be adding to the problem of covering up. You curse softly under your breath, wondering how you’ll manage to keep it truly hidden, to dodge any questions about why your lips look like you’ve been punched in the face, what you actually have been.

You rummage through your cosmetics bag, hands shaking a little more than you’d like to admit as you pull out a small tube of liquid plaster, dapping it accurately on it so it’s somehow a smoother surface. The rich plum balm next, gliding over your lips, darkening the pink flesh until it matches the colour of the bruised skin perfectly. The cut disappears, camouflaged, and for a moment, you feel satisfied like you’ve won some small, meaningless victory over your reflection. The mask is in place, or maybe just good enough as is it.

You sigh deeply, letting the air out of your lungs as if it could take away the heaviness that has settled in your chest, but it doesn’t. You look at yourself once more, turning your head side to side, searching for flaws you might have missed. You look…normal, more or less. Tired, though. There’s no hiding the shadows beneath your eyes, the slight droop to your shoulders. You haven’t slept well. Not because of the kill itself—strangely enough, that part almost brought a sense of clarity, like you’d purged something toxic from your system with a detox diet—but because of Pulse.

The memory of his eyes haunts you still, the way they were full of devastation, that strange sadness that clung to him, lingered in your thoughts like a stain in your favourite shirt you can’t scrub out for the life of you. He shouldn’t bother you this much. He shouldn’t. You’ve done worse last night, seen worse in your entire life. But there’s something about him that keeps gnawing at you, lodged in your mind, needles that are too deep to pull out, and it’s irritating in a way you can’t quite describe.

Why does he have this power over you? It’s irrational, maddening if you think about it long enough. You find yourself asking over and over again if you’ve met him before, if maybe, in some way, he isn’t a stranger at all. You can’t pinpoint it, but there’s something. Something in the way his eyes looked at you, something in the way his presence affects you even now, long after the night has ended. You hate it. You hate him for making you feel this way. It’s like there’s a vice wrapped around your chest, and every time you think of him, it tightens, constricting just a little more until you go wild.

But there’s no time to dwell on it now. You push the thoughts away with a forceful shove, leaving them scattered behind you like you did yesterday with him standing there. No, today is not the day to think about him or anything that happened last night. You’ve got classes to get to, and you’re definitely running late right now. You take one last glance at the mirror, nod to yourself, and step out of the bathroom, trying to ignore this irritating feeling that’s settled over your head.

But of course, as soon as you open the door, the universe decides to throw you another curveball. Jennie is standing there, right outside the bathroom, completely oblivious to the concept of modesty, wearing nothing but Taehyung’s oversized shirt. Your brain freezes for a second, and all you can do is blink, trying to process the scene in front of you. Jennie looks just as startled, her wide eyes locked on yours, frozen in place like a deer caught in headlights right before its doom.

“No. Fucking. Way.” You mutter under your breath, the disbelief seeping out of your pores. This can’t be real. But it is, and the longer you stand there, the more awkward it becomes. Jennie doesn’t move. You don’t move. And then, because the universe apparently thinks this situation isn’t awkward enough already, Taehyung steps out of his room and stops dead in his tracks as well. His eyes flick from you to Jennie, then back to you, and you can see the exact moment his brain short-circuits.

It’s almost comical, the way the three of you are just standing there in this ridiculous triangle of shock and embarrassment. But then, you’re the first to break free from the spell. You grin, sidestepping Jennie and making a beeline for the front door. You toss a hand over your shoulder as you call back, “I didn’t see shit.” Your voice is light, teasing, and you can’t help but giggle as you slip out the door.

But of course, you did see something. And it’s enough to make you file this away for later, something to question Taehyung about when the time is right. You’ll have to sit him down and roast him properly for this—though, knowing yourself, the topic will eventually circle back to Jungkook, and how your friendship shifted too.

You’re walking down the usual pathway to your classes, when you spot Jungkook. He’s ahead of you, but even from a distance, you can tell something is off. He’s slouched, shoulders hunched forward, his usual confident stride replaced by something slower, heavier. Your heart skips a beat, but maybe you’re just imagining things, so, you jog the rest of the way to catch up to him.

“Kook! Wait!” you call out, breathless as you finally reach him. “You wouldn’t believe what I just walked in on!”

But the words die on your lips the moment you get a good look at him, and you’re painfully reminded that your first instinct is always right. He’s not the Jungkook you know. There’s something…different. His eyes are distant, unfocused, his expression hollow in a way that makes your stomach twist on itself, making the bright smile that had been on your face fade, replaced by a deepening worry as the seconds tick by.

“What’s wrong?” you ask softly, your voice barely above a whisper. You can see the sadness in his eyes, the exhaustion that drips from him like mud. It mirrors your own feelings, but his seem deeper, darker, like he’s sinking into something you can’t reach.

“Nothing,” he says, but the word is empty, devoid of meaning. “I might skip class today.”

Your brow furrows in confusion. “Skip class? You never skip class. Kook, what’s going on?”

He doesn’t answer right away. His eyes are red, bloodshot, like he hasn’t slept in days, his muscles tense, coiled like a spring that’s ready to snap any minute. The unease inside you grows tenfold, spreading through your veins like wildfire. You replay yesterday’s date in your mind, sifting through every moment, every word spoken, every touch shared, searching for any clue, something that might explain his sudden shift. But all you can think of is that maybe, somehow, he regrets it. Maybe he regrets being with you, and the thought alone drowns you more than any ocean could.

“If it’s about yesterday,” you start, your voice hesitant, your thoughts stumbling over each other in their desperation to make sense of it all, “if you regret the date, we can still be friends, you know?”

For a moment, he’s completely still. Then, like a switch has been flipped, his whole demeanour changes to his usual self. His shoulders relax, his eyes lose some of that haunted distance, and he reaches out for you, pulling you into a tight embrace, squishing you against his firm pecs. His voice is firm when he speaks, simple and resolute. “No.”

“No?” you echo, stunned. You don’t know how to process the sudden shift, hell, even the last twenty-four hours.

“No,” he repeats, more gently this time. “It’s not about us, I promise.” His lips brush against your hair, his arms wrapped securely around you as if he’s trying to shield you from something you can’t see. “I want this. I want us.”

You feel yourself relax into him, the unease slowly seeping out of your body as naive relief floods in to take its place. “I want us too,” you murmur softly, leaning into his warmth even more.

Jungkook pulls back slightly, his hands cupping your face as he gazes down at you, his eyes filled with something that feels so much like devotion it almost makes you tear up. “I forgot to ask you something,” he teases, his voice lighter now, almost playful. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

His smile is lazy, like he already knows the answer, which you have to admit he does. Your heart skips a beat again, but for a very different reason this time. “Of course,” you grin up at him despite yourself still not trusting his mood swing.

“Good,” he winks with a playful smirk. “May your boyfriend kiss you then?”

You giggle, unable to help yourself, the sound is bright and airy in the morning light. It’s ridiculous, the whole situation is ridiculous, but it feels so right. So normal. So him. So you. “Yes, please,” you whisper, and when his perfect lips meet yours, it feels like coming home. It’s soft, warm, everything you didn’t know you needed until this very moment. He tastes like comfort, like safety, like love.

And for that moment, you allow yourself to forget the world. To forget Pulse. To forget the shadows that still linger on the edges of your mind. For now, it’s just you and Jungkook, and that’s all you need and have.

When you finally pull apart, he’s smiling down at you with nothing but affection in his eyes. “You sure you won’t come to class?” you try softly, hoping maybe he’s changed his mind too.

But the moment you say it, you regret it. You can see the switch begin to turn again, his expression slowly shifting back to that distant look, the one that makes you feel like you’re losing him to something you can’t fight.

“Nah,” he says after a pause, his voice quieter now. “Or… unless you want to work on our project?”

You shake your head, trying to keep your voice light. “We can do it another day.”

He shakes his head slowly, but there’s still that wall between you, something that he won’t let you see. “I’ll come by later,” he says, his voice distant again. “We can work on it then.”

“You sure?” you ask again, but his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I’m sure,” he says, leaning down to kiss you one last time before you part ways. And even though something inside you still feels unsettled, you hold onto that moment, to the warmth of his lips, the softness of his touch, and the hope that whatever is weighing him down, you’ll figure it out before it eats him alive.

The day drags on after that like thick honey without Jungkook beside you, every class feeling like an endless void of monotony. You find yourself standing now alone outside the autopsy lab in the late afternoon, waiting for him, though you can’t help the quiet doubt creeping in—he's late, for the first time ever, and part of you wonders if he'll even show. To pass the time, you and your friends huddled mere minutes ago to plan a semi-surprise birthday party for Jungkook at the Italian restaurant, you volunteering to do the speech. It was light, fun, a bit distracting, a way to fill the gaps he’s left in your day, but somehow you couldn’t seem to fully join the excitement as you plotted out the details, even though it’s a way to celebrate the person who has become so important to you.

Across the courtyard, you see a couple stroll by, hand in hand, their laughter soft and intimate, and for a moment, a quiet contentment settles over you. You no longer feel that familiar twinge of sadness when you see couples like this, but are reminded of how lucky you really are, how someone as special as Jungkook has walked into your life. That warmth sits with you, and you think it permanently has settled within you by now, as you glance back down the path.

Then, you spot him. Jogging towards you in a black t-shirt, his hair tousled and damp with sweat, Jungkook’s muscular frame catches you completely off-guard. His late arrival suddenly makes sense. He must’ve lost track of time at the gym, and now, here he is, rushing to meet you with that apologetic smile. But your eyes can’t fixate on his face—his muscles are somehow more prominent than ever, veins tracing lines up his tattooed arm like rivers on a map, pulsing with every step. You’re not even sure when your mouth dropped open, but it stays that way as he finally reaches you, breathless and sweaty.

“Sorry I’m late,” he pants, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, his breath fanning your face with every exhale. He steps back but keeps his hand on the small of your back, his touch doing nothing more than searing where he touches you.

Your throat feels as if it’s turned to sandpaper, dry and useless, but through a miracle unknown, you manage to stammer out, “Did you work out since this morning?”

Jungkook quirks an eyebrow, his lips quirking with amusement. “Yeah, why?”

“Kook, it’s been over five hours,” you exclaim, half in awe, half in disbelief.

“Yeah,” he shrugs nonchalantly, but there’s an undeniable glint in his eyes. He knows exactly what effect he’s having on you. “I’ve been hitting my new goal.”

“What goal?” you implore, your curiosity piqued, though your attention keeps slipping back to the way his shirt clings to his chest and shoulders, as though it might tear at any moment.

“700 in the big three,” he replies, smirking with that lazy arrogance that only makes him more irresistible.

“700 in the big three,” you echo, the words floating out of your mouth automatically as your brain struggles to catch up. You can’t even properly process what he’s saying; you’re far too busy ogling him like some kind of starstruck fool.

“700 in the big three,” Jungkook repeats, his tone teasing now, the humour barely concealed behind his smirk. He watches you with that glimmer in his eyes, this confident, playfully condescending glimmer you never seen before on him.

It takes you a second—a second too long, really—but the realisation hits you like a punch in the guts. “700 kilograms in the big three lifts,” you murmur, the numbers looping in your head over and over like a broken record, the image of him lifting so much weight making your knees useless. And with each repetition, your heart rate picks up, your mind spiralling in ways that are anything but clinical.

Jungkook watches your reaction with an amused glint, his laughter barely contained as he steps closer. “You good?” he asks after a moment, his smile widening at the stunned look on your face.

You nod—well, more like a broken bobblehead—completely overwhelmed. There’s something primal about the way he’s standing there, his raw masculinity sending your hormones into overdrive. And then, just when you think you might be able to regain some sense of control, or rather sanity, he leans down, his breath hot and still slightly quick against your ear, and rasps, “Shall we head inside?”

The words are innocent, off topic, so simple, so ordinary, but coming from him, in this moment with this tone, they feel like a challenge, like a provocation. Your body practically trembles at the sound of his voice, and your brain, already hazy from his presence, finally surrenders with waving flags. You’re helpless—utterly defeated by the sheer being of Jeon Jungkook—and at this point, you’d happily surrender to him again and again, for as long as he wants you to.

“Yes,” you breathe out, the word barely audible, more of a moan than an answer. You’re not even sure if you say it aloud or if it’s simply a thought that escapes your lips. But Jungkook hears it, and the atmosphere between you shifts in an instant. His body tenses, his eyes darkening with a hunger you’ve never seen in him before. It’s utterly raw and intense, and for a split second, you think you might combust under the weight of his gaze. There’s no softness, no tenderness in his eyes now—only desire, pure and unfiltered.

„Another time, ___.“ He doesn’t say anything else, as if he just answered your unspoken conversation, and gently guides you inside the building, his hand never leaving the small of your back. When you and Jungkook step into the lab, the freezing air of it cools you both significantly down, and as the door closes behind you, you try to gather your scattered thoughts, reminding yourself that you’re here to work, to be somehow professional enough to do the project. But with Jungkook beside you, radiating power and confidence, you know it’s going to be an uphill battle to stay focused on anything other than him.

Around you, everyone is already deep into their work, carefully peeling back layers of skin and bone in their inner autopsies. The only ones lagging behind are Ben and Juan, still caught up in their external examinations, fumbling slightly as they try to catch up. You don’t let it slow you down, though—you’ve already lost enough time. Without a word, you and Jungkook move, quickly pulling your gloves on and retrieving your body from the cooler unit. And just like last time, you find yourselves standing across from each other at the autopsy table, the cold steel beneath your fingertips again triggering you demons to come out and play.

Jungkook’s eyes meet yours, kind and calm, and for a brief second, the darkness takes a step back, but it’s not enough when you look away, knowing better than to stand here with your emotions in overdrive. You can still feel the empathy radiating from him, a soft pressure against the walls you’ve carefully built around yourself, but you shut it out, wrapping yourself in the cold. It’s easier this way—safer.

And when that darkness within you finally consumes you fully, twisting its way through your thoughts, you feel the weight of your own hypocrisy. You’re the one who flips the switch now, pulls away, hides what lies beneath the surface. You realise then, slowly but oh so painfully, that it’s not just him keeping secrets. It’s you too, guarding those parts of yourself, refusing to let him in where it matters most. You shut him out, even as you crave his closeness, and in those moments, you know that the subtle divide between you isn’t just on him—it’s the walls you’ve built around your own heart, too.

“We should begin,” you note devoid of all the emotions it held before.

Jungkook nods, and so you reach for the scalpel, its cool handle familiar in your palm. You still feel his searching eyes on you, but you don’t look up, instead you slice the torso’s skin in the usual Y-shaped incision, down from the shoulders to the sternum, and meeting at the xiphoid process before extending down to the pubic symphysis. After peeling back the loose skin, muscle and tissue, you then begin cutting through the thin layers of fascia still clinging to the ribcage, exposing the pale white bones of the ribs.

Jungkook moves to the medical tool trolley, his gloved hands reaching for the rib shears. “Shall I...?”

“Yes,” you reply, stepping back slightly to give him room.

He carefully positions the rib shears between the ribs and begins clipping through the bones with a controlled strength, each snap of bone sending a soft vibration through the instrument. Jungkook works carefully, each snap of bone gentle, as if even now, he seeks to preserve some kind of dignity in death. It unnerves you a little, but as the sound echoes not only in the quiet room but inside your mind too—a crisp, definitive crack, similar to the thuds of Chulsoo as he hit the railings when he flew down the staircase, even though there’s no mess following the sound this time, only a slight shift in the body as the ribcage gives way under the pressure—you know there’s no chance for your emotions to be triggered.

With the ribcage removed, the torso opens before you like an unwelcome revelation, the organs lying in a strange, suspended silence, if waiting for you. The heart—the centre of all life, now still, now just another part of the anatomy to be examined—rests beneath the thin membrane of the pericardium, ready to be freed.

“The heart first?”

“Yes,” you nod with your voice sounding far away, almost hollow in your own ears. You reach for the scalpel again, making the first careful incision into the pericardium. The thin protective layer peels back, exposing the heart fully now, its grey, decayed mass sitting heavy in the cavity. And you wonder, if someone were to cut you open, would your heart, still beating, look the same? Rotten and past repair?

But you shake it off, “Forceps,” your tone more an automatic request than an engagement with him, the word just a tool to continue the work. Jungkook hands them to you, and for the briefest of moments, his fingers brush against yours, sending an unexpected jolt through you. You swallow it down with all your might, feeling utterly exhausted by now while you use the forceps to gently peel back the rest of the pericardium.

Jungkook leans closer, his brow creased with concentration, his voice quiet as he observes the enlarged heart carefully. “It’s bigger than normal. Maybe hypertrophy.”

“Most likely. Possibly undiagnosed hypertension or cardiovascular disease,” you agree, letting the clinical words form a barrier between you and the moment. You trace your eyes over the heart’s pale surface, noting the thickened walls, the silent history of the body it once powered.

Jungkook nods, his hands moving carefully as he begins to sever the heart’s connections to the body, everything done tender, as though he’s cradling something fragile in his hands. When the heart is finally free, he lifts it with care, placing it in the tray. “We should weigh it,” he suggests, glancing at you with a gentle question in his eyes, one that lingers in the air between you, full of more than just the cold facts of death.

„Hm.“ You nod, watching as he places the heart on the scale. The weight flashes across the small digital display, confirming what you both already suspected.

“It must have strained him,” Jungkook sighs quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, as though he’s speaking to the heart itself, or perhaps to the ghost of the person it belonged to.

“Yes,” you reply absently, your mind trying to ignore his empathy. You can’t afford to feel it, not here, not now.

“Next, the lungs?”

But Jungkook’s suggestion hangs unanswered in the air, lost in the moment. There’s a sudden yelp behind you, and before you can react, Ben stumbles into your cart, knocking it violently over. A scalpel—thankfully still clean and sanitised—clatters off it and embeds itself in your thigh. The room goes still, breaths held, as everyone stares at the darkening spot of blood slowly spreading across your jeans. You feel the strange weight of the blade in your thigh, though there’s no pain. It’s just... uncomfortable, having a blade lodged in your leg. You sigh, long and heavy, while Jungkook exhales shocked, “Oh my god, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you reply slightly angered, though the room remains frozen. “Tae, do you have your kit with you?”

All eyes are on you, including the professor’s, who looks more pale than the body on the table. You limp to a chair at the back of the room, Taehyung already swapping his gloves before casually grabbing his first aid kit. Jungkook hovers nervously, while Ben, on the verge of fainting, stammers out apologies. You wave them off half-heartedly, trying to keep the frustration out of your voice. As Taehyung kneels before you and rips your jeans open around the scalpel, you say, “No worries, I can feel no pain. It’s no big deal.” But inside, you’re simmering with irritation at Ben’s incompetence.

Ben, looking horrified, blurts out, “What do you mean?! You’re hurt!”

Taehyung doesn’t miss a beat, yanking the scalpel out with not a care in the world, the metal clinking to the floor as you barely blink. He hums a soft tune as he begins cleaning the wound and stitching it up, while you explain, “NTRK1. I can’t feel pain. At all.”

Everyone is stunned to the core, everyone just able to stare as Taehyung works calmly, as if nothing unusual is happening. There’s a little bit of guilt within you, seeing Jungkook’s shocked expression, realising you should’ve probably told him and the others before now. But what’s done is done, and really, in the grand scheme of things, it’s not such a big deal.

When Taehyung finishes, he pats your good thigh with a small smile, „All done,“ and starts packing up his kit, leaving you sitting there, feeling more awkward than anything else.

„Could you all please just keep going?“ you try not to snap, but you know the irritation and exhaustion are clearly visible now.

“Let’s get drinks tonight,” you turn to Jungkook, knowing it’s no use, the weight of the day, hell the weight of the last few days, presses down on you too much, the accumulated stress leaving you wanting nothing more than to melt away in the comfort of something strong and cold.

“With the gang?” Jungkook asks still a bit shocked, but his eyes soften as they always do when you’re tired like this, as though he’s already prepared to do whatever it takes to lift your spirits.

You shrug, not really caring who tags along. “I don’t care. I just need a drink.”

Jungkook grins, nodding, and without missing a beat, he turns to the others. “Yo, we’re going out. You coming with?”

Everyone agrees with enthusiastic nods except for Hoseok, who’s laughing nervously as he looks at the clock. “This early?”

Jennie rolls her eyes at him and chimes in, “Oh come on, you can have your Sprite,” but then mutters under her breath with a mischievous smirk, “with vodka.”

You laugh softly, standing up and limping towards the locker room to change out of your scrubs. Jungkook is right there beside you after he put the cadaver into the cooler, his arm hovering protectively at your side, ready to catch you if you stumble. A line forms between his eyebrows out of concern, but you want to ease that worried look from his face, not wanting him to fret over something that feels so routine to you.

“Kook, I’m fine,” you reassure him, flashing a small smile. “I don’t feel anything; it’s just my muscle acting up.”

He shakes his head a little, his mouth pulling into a line as he watches your movements. “It’s still strange to me. All these years, I didn’t know.”

“I’m sorry,” you reply softly, not meeting his eyes for a second, afraid he’d discover more of what’s hidden.

“Don’t be. It’s just a surprise, that’s all.”

After a few more steps, your leg starts to loosen up, and soon enough, you’re walking normally again. By the time you reach the familiar doors of your regular pub, it’s like nothing had ever happened.

The early evening moves swiftly, conversations flowing as easily as the drinks, everyone excepting your condition by the time food is served. The moment Jungkook and you announce that you’re dating, the group bursts into cheers and clapping, Yoongi muttering a sarcastic “about time” under his breath, though you don’t miss the glances Taehyung keeps casting in your direction, his brow creased with concern. You know it’s only a matter of time before you’ll have to talk to him, reassure him that everything’s okay—he just wants the best for you, after all. You’ll need to convince him that keeping certain things from Jungkook is still the right choice, for now at least.

Especially when Jennie, sitting beside Taehyung, is caught in the crosshairs of your teasing. Leaning back in your chair, you smirk over the rim of your drink and ask her slyly, “So, Jennie, seeing anyone lately?”

She shoots you a withering look, muttering a quick and firm “no,” while you catch the warning in her and Taehyung’s eyes. You hold back a laugh, already planning weeks of teasing them.

The night continues with light banter, and the worries and struggle of the past few days seem to dissolve into the air like the hot steam of your food. Being here with Jungkook and the rest of your friends, there’s a warmth that wraps around you, a kind of quiet contentment that settles deep in your bones. This, you think, is what you’ve needed. Just this—the laughter, the closeness, the easy way Jungkook drops his arm around your shoulder, always finding your free hand or brushing soft kisses on your temple and hair.

A few drinks in, after you and Jungkook have both had a couple of glasses, he leans in close, his voice low and almost conspiratorial. “Let’s get out of here.”

It’s not a question, and there’s something in his eyes, something inviting that makes it impossible to say no. You smile, knowing full well you’re both about to become the subject of endless teasing from your friends, but you don’t care. You bid them goodnight, waving off their playful remarks, your mind already too focused on Jungkook’s big, callused hand wrapped around yours, the way he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the room and universe worth paying attention to.

When you step outside, the night air is refreshing, cutting through the slight buzz you’ve got going from the drinks, sobering you up until there’s nothing left but happiness. The two of you walk side by side, hands swinging between you, and there’s this lightness in your chest you haven’t felt in days. You’ve always known that Jungkook brings a certain calm to your life, a kind of peace you’ve never really had before, but tonight it feels especially strong.

He’s laughing as you mimic one of your professors, trying your best to imitate the man’s deep, grumbling voice and exaggerated gestures. Jungkook throws his head back, his laugh echoing down the quiet street, and the sound of it makes your heart feel even more lighter. His hand squeezes yours as you twirl around, your movements carefree and loose, your inhibitions melting away as you let yourself bask in this moment, in him.

You leave his hand, spin a few times around a lamppost nearby, feeling the gentle night breeze on your flushed face. You’re not drunk nor buzzed anymore, just pleasantly warm, and in the soft glow of the streetlights, everything feels almost dreamlike. You’re smiling, Jungkook is too, and for once, you’re allowing yourself to be fully in the moment, free from the shadows that usually cloud your mind.

You really want this to work, really want him to know, so you start “Will you still be with me when I’ve killed someone?” The words slip out of your mouth as you spin, a strange mix of jest and sincerity lacing your tone. You try to keep the smile on your face, but there’s an uncertainty in your eyes that betrays you.

Jungkook laughs, catching your hand mid-spin, pulling you into his chest. He holds you there, his strong arms wrapping around you, his warmth enveloping you. “We’re going to be doctors,” he states with a grin. “Of course we’re going to kill someone by accident.” He pauses, brushing his thumb gently over your cheekbone as he cradles your face in his hands, his voice lowering into something tender, intimate. “And when that time comes, I’ll still be right here, standing next to you.”

Jungkook’s words repeat in your mind, and part of you aches to believe him. But there’s that vile voice inside, always nagging, always spreading doubt, reminding you of what you are, what you hide beneath it all. If he knew, would he really stay? you wonder if his patience and kindness could stretch this far, past the monster you are. It’s hard to imagine, yet you can’t help but cling to the hope that he’ll love you enough someday to not walk away. “I hope you’re right.”

“I am, because there’s nothing you could do that can make me leave.” And after a short pause, when his eyes drown you with their tenderness, he says the three words you didn’t expect. “I love you.”

You’re floating, aren’t you? His eyes are so full of sincerity, it’s almost intoxicating, lifting you higher with every glance until you reach cloud nine where he awaits you. It’s too much, too good, but you let yourself get swept up in it, let the light of him fill you. The doubts are still there, of course, whispering their poison. But right now, you ignore them. You turn a blind eye to the darkness and deaf ears to the demon inside, because for once, you just want to feel this—this joy, this love—without the fear dragging you back down to the cold, hard floor.

„I love you too, Jeon Jungkook.“

And then he kisses you, a touch full of joy, soft with confidence and love. His lips meet yours, stealing your breath and offering his in return, and for now, everything fells right. You melt into his form, losing yourself as you gently suck on his plush bottom lip, and in that tender exchange, you feel whole.

When he parts, there’s a playful glint in his eyes „I think I forgot something.“

„Hm?“ you hum, still dazed from everything he is.

„Some weight for the 700.“

In one swift move, he sweeps you into his arms, cradling you effortlessly, and you can't help but laugh, breathless from the sudden rush. “You’re crazy,” you giggle, but the sound falters as you catch the predatory glint in his eyes.

His gaze locks onto yours, and with each step he takes toward your dorm, your heart skips. “Oh, I am,” he murmurs, voice low. “Don’t think I forgot how you drooled over me.”

Your laughter fades into silence, heat rising in your cheeks as wetness begins to pool between your thighs, his strength alone making your body respond instinctually.

When you finally make it back to the dorm and slip into your room, the space is drenched in darkness, save for the soft glow of light filtering in from the outside world. But you barely notice; all your attention is on Jungkook, his lips never leaving yours, hands roaming over each other’s clothed bodies with a heat that drowns out everything else. His breath is warm against your mouth, his tongue sliding over yours, and in each kiss, you taste him, feel him—everything he is, everything you crave.

His hands glide up your sides, fingers catching the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head, and you do the same, your eyes falling on his bare torso. You always knew he was strong, but now, with the soft light catching the curve of his muscles, it’s like he’s carved from something divine—each breath making his body shift and flex with a power that steals your breath all over again. His gaze drops to your breasts, your lace bra pushing them up, but he doesn’t linger for long before kissing you again, guiding you backwards until your legs hit the edge of your bed. You fall together, crawling onto the mattress as if you’re made for this, made for each other.

He trails kisses down your body, his lips oblivious of the scars that litter your skin in the dim lighting, and there’s a tenderness in his touch that feels almost reverent as he carefully pulls your jeans off, mindful of the fresh wound on your thigh. His hands move over your skin as though he’s worshipping you, like you’re something fragile yet unbreakable, and it’s so unfamiliar it makes you nearly tear up.

You can’t take it anymore—you grab him by the neck, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him back to kiss you as you fumble with his belt, his trousers quickly discarded with a kick of his leg. His lips move to your neck, tiny love confessions brushing against your skin between kisses, and when he finds the sensitive spots that make you moan, his hand slips beneath your underwear, fingers sliding over your wetness, his middle finger slipping inside you with ease as his palm presses against your clit. Your moan spills into his mouth, and he responds with a deep grunt that vibrates through his chest and into you, making your head spin even more.

“You’re so drenched,” he whispers, voice rough with desire, his finger slowly pumping in and out, each word sending waves of bliss through your body.

Your hands wander down his strong body, both of you discarding the last of your clothing in no time. His cock is to die for, long and girth like you never seen before, pulsing with dark veins making it even bigger, the tip glistening with precum. The sight makes you dizzy with want, every coherent thought slipping away as you take in the sheer beauty of him, his body and mind utter perfection.

“I love you,” you breath, pushing him gently onto his back with your small hands on his firm chest, straddling his tiny middle. Your arousal drips onto him, making him moan beneath you, his hands gripping your hips as you lean down to kiss his neck, sliding lower until your tongue teases his small, dark nipples. He bucks his hips into the air, the soft groan from his lips music to your ears.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whisper as you kiss your way down his body, eyes locking onto his cock when you finally reach it. His gaze follows you, full of lust yet still brimming with undeniable love.

You wrap your tiny hand around him, biting your lip as you keep eye contact, waiting for his reaction. His hips buck involuntarily, and that’s all the confirmation you need. You take him into your mouth, the weight of him sliding over your tongue, hitting the back of your throat as you work the rest of him with your hand. His moan fills the room, deep and guttural, one of his hands gripping the sheet while the other’s gripping your hair as he gasps, “Oh my god.”

And oh my god indeed. He tastes like heaven, feels like a dream as you pick up the pace, sucking harder, giving him everything he deserves until his abs tense and his thighs tremble. He stops you then, pulling you up to his mouth, kissing you deeply as your hands fumble for the nightstand. You quickly hand him a condom, watching as he bites it open, his hands shaking slightly as he rolls it on.

“Shouldn’t I prepare you more? It might hurt,” he murmurs, concern painting his face.

But you shake your head, kissing him softly. “I’m good. I won’t feel it,” you say, positioning yourself over him.

He pauses, his hands gripping your shoulders, eyes wide. “You won’t feel it?” he’s nearly squeaking full of disbelieve.

You laugh softly, realising your wording was off and correcting yourself. “No, I’ll feel it, just not the pain. Remember?”

Realisation floods his features, and he chuckles lightly embarrassed. “Oh, right. Yeah. Sorry.” His eyes drift down to where your juices drip onto his pelvis. “Okay.”

With that, you slowly sink down onto him, taking him inch by inch until he’s fully nestled inside you. The moan that escapes both of you is loud, filling the room as the overwhelming sensation of being joined like this crashes over you, throwing both your heads back. He fits perfectly, filling you in a way that makes everything else fade away, and when you start to move, it’s like you’re floating, flying in heaven, each drop of your hips sending you higher.

Jungkook matches your rhythm, thrusting up into you with an unrelenting drive, his stamina pushing you further and further until the room seems to shimmer in all the colours of the rainbow. You watch him, mesmerised by the way his muscles flex, the sheen of sweat on his skin making him look like some otherworldly being. And then it hits you—your climax tearing through you with a long moan as your juices spill out around him, soaking everything in their path.

Jungkook’s eyes lock with yours, his pace quickening as he chases his own release, his voice hoarse as he gasps out, “I love you,” before his orgasm hits, spilling into the condom as you ride out the waves of your own high together. It takes what feels like forever to finally come down, and when you do, you collapse onto his chest, both of you breathing heavily, hearts pounding in sync. No walls between you.

prologue • 01 • 02 • 03 • 04 • masterlist • 06

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a/n 4: The next chapter will have a time skip, so there won’t be scenes like Jungkook’s surprise b-day party. However, drabble requests and character asks are open, though it might take me some time to write them ☺️

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bawnjourno · 1 year ago

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without further ado... Sparks Austin recap

I won’t elaborate but the two days of travel to get here were very exhausting and trying. I rolled up to the venue, prepared to maybe sit during some songs and nurse a Diet Coke.

I had never been to Austin before and boy, is it a music oriented city. Not just the venues but the people, the culture. There were multiple fans in Hippo tour shirts, a fully cosplayed Cate Blanchett, and lots of women in beautiful dresses. The Moody Center’s hallway had snapshots of all the cool people that had played there. I love venues with history!

I was worried that the venue set up would be annoying or awkward but I got to my front row seat and I was 4 feet from the stage, just off to the left of Ron’s piano - the perfect view.

The show started... a lot of U.S. venues had audiences who mostly sat and then got up during MTCYDT but the two thirty something hipster dudes behind me stood the whole time so I got to stand and dance :) And a good chunk of the crowd on the left stayed standing too! I was drenched with sweat maybe 4 songs in and it was amazing. All my tiredness and stress melted away as I was loudly singing and dancing.

This crowd was electric, so loud and responsive and to the Latte cuts too! Not just the hits! People were going crazy for TGICIHL in a way that Milwaukee was more subdued about. Russell smiled at me really big early in the show, probably because I knew the words and was loud and enthusiastic. I got a cute SMWS Russell tummy jump video which I will post later.

During Nothing Is As Good As They Say It Is, I obviously knew the way Russell sashayed and waved his arm back and forth during the chorus from other shows and was mimicking him. He locked eyes with me and we did the hand punctuating thing at each other during that TWICE.

I am a “woo”er I will freely admit that and so I am constantly obnoxiously screaming and clapping and just being super loud. So I obviously was screaming my head off when Ron got up for Shopping Mall Of Love. During the second chorus he looked DIRECTLY at me and went “yeah ✊” I will post video later but I was shakinggggggg.

There were lots of loud applause breaks and late-ish in the show (can’t remember when), Ron looked directly at me again and mouthed “thank you”. Like no thank YOUUUUUUUU KING!

I know Russell bounces around a lot on stage, HOWEVER, the way this stage was set up, it was probably a bit harder to get to our side of the stage, but he came over a lot anyway and I have to think it was partially because of me because he seemed to almost be finding excuses to come dance with us even when he was about to have to start singing again 🤗

Eli dancing and feeling the music was so slay I love that short king jfdgkjrfkjg

I’m not sure how or why Russell would ever EVER feel self conscious about his tummy.... I was lucky to get it captured during SMWS... during MTYCTD though he danced over and it was too fast for me to get filmed but I basically was 4 feet from the man and watched his tummy bounce out from under his t-shirt for a good 5-7 seconds... mesmerized is the most polite way to put how I felt in that moment but oh my fucking god 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 [redacted] [censored] [an oncoming train whistle obscures what i’m about to say] but suffice it to say [meme voice] I think I hauve covid...

And the open collar and sweat obviously..... yeah.

As I divulged to a few of you and was encouraged by @jefffreybeaumont, the plan was to make a sign that says “YOU’RE MUCH HOTTER THAN THE GALLAGHER BROTHERS” because in interviews they’re always being asked how they don’t fight like the Gallaghers or the Davies. The secret spice was typing it out in Barbie font. I somehow managed to not get it wrinkled in my over 1000 mile 2 day voyage and held it up during the shuffle. I don’t think Russell could read it because he was farther away but during the shuffle I held it up. It was hard to tell Ron’s reaction because I was multitasking but I watched later and sent it to @rhythmthlef and she says his face showed “bemused self effacement” fdkjgkldjsfkg.

Something I’d stupidly personally worried about for ages was that Ron and Russell didn’t care about the U.S. as much - the U.K. has always embraced them and I’d worried that they didn’t think of these shows as special or meaningful because radio stations here don’t give them the time of day and they don’t always sell out. Since Chicago, I don’t worry about that anymore. Their faces shine with excitement, pride, and pure joy at EVERY SHOW. They’ve gotten more fans since TSB and opportunities that they wouldn’t have gotten ten years ago, even in the U.S. I mean, NPR Tiny Desk! Wow. Russell was emphasizing that the feelings of the shows “don’t go away when we go to the next city” and I could tell that he really meant it.

Eli came out for the encore in the bucket hat and a red Southern style bandana - very cute. The man who took the photo handed Russell his cowboy hat beforehand and Russell says, “Oh yeah, my hat.” He then proceeds to put it on, smirk confidently at the audience, and say, “What’s up, yall? You from these parts?”WHAT IS WRONG W HIMMMMMMMM GFHJDKJGFKLDSJFKDS CALIFORNIA DOOFUS!!! And I fought for my life squeezing into the pic but I’m in there! Right behind the keyboard!

The pic is taken and I know my chance is now. I start screaming for Ron (who was a bit closer to me) but he doesn’t hear me. I then start screaming at the top of my lungs “RUSSELL!!! I HAVE A LETTER!! RUSSELL!!” and after about 7 times he hears and sees me and meanders over and takes the letter and 2 rainbow Sparks logo acrylic pins (the ones I sold to some of yall a couple months ago)! I’m not sure if they’ll wear the pins but I had to try. I do hope they read the letter - they really do mean everything to me. I was unsure that I’d get their attention at all, so I didn’t get the moment I handed it on film, but I do have a video of Russell holding and then glancing down at the letter. They were leaving the stage and Russell stopped to hold hands with multiple people on his way offstage.

I stood there for a minute, very emotional, then made my way out. As I left, a security guard off to the side went “Hey, you sang all night man, that was great.” and I just replied “They’re my favorite band, you’ve gotta be passionate, y’know, thanks!” Even non fans know I’m a real one kgcjkgjfdkjgfd.

My Lyft driver was super sweet and chatty and I rode back to my hotel feeling like I was floating on a cloud.

Random sidenotes: A) They cut “Toughest Girl In Town” which I didn’t realize til later - I’m sure they’re getting tired near the end of the tour B) Eli is truly such a talented guitarist? He slayed the Bon Voyage solo. He was right in front of me so I really got to see him shine (in my brief moments not zeroed in on Ron and Russell) but obviously the whole band is amazing C) I sent Alissa snaps of me during Beaver O’Lindy and they said “You’re almost singing louder than Russell is” kdgfjkdjkg D) This was the one time I didn’t cry during It Doesn’t Have To Be That Way because I was sweating so much that [Lucille Bluth voice] I couldn’t spare the moisture E) I will share a few videos but I swear my singing is horrendous and embarrassing so just the key moments jfdgjfi F) I used almost 10GB of memory on photos and videos...

The plan is to get a Sparks tattoo within the year. I’ve gotta do it. They are so special to me. I’ve been into bands before and I don’t regret any of it but this feels different and special. This truly feels like where I belong as a fan and a person and as someone who has always felt strange and awkward and out of place. But there’s one place and one song and that’s Sparks.

SparksTour forever ✨

#sparks tour 2023 #my posts

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fittips365 · 7 months ago

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harpagornis · 1 year ago

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Multituberculate Earth: Djadochtatheroidea: The Children of the Desert

Djadochtatherioidea (also spelled Djadochtatheroidea or Djadochatheroida in publications because an already complicated name needs a more labyrinthine approach obviously) is probably the second best understood multituberculate clade due to the amount of complete skeletons. These animals evolved in the Cretaceous of Asia and were in fact the dominant multituberculates in the continent, to the point the only unambiguous non-djadochtatheroidean allothere from the Late Cretaceous of Asia are the taeniolabidoids Erythrobaatar and Yubaatar. They occupied a myriad of ecological niches from the predatory Kryptobaatar to the herbivorous Catopsbaatar, though they all seem to share adaptations for jerboa-like hopping and digging.

Traditionally, it is thought that djadochtatheroideans met their end in the KT event, since they are conspicuously absent from the Asian Paleocene. However, recently two Paleocene groups, Eucosmodontidae and Boffiidae, have been recovered as nested within this group; similarities have been noted between at least the former and classical Asian taxa for years now so it doesn’t come out of nowhere and I’m inclined to believe it. Both groups are still conspicuously absent from Asia, where lambdopsalid taeniolabidoids dominate, so either the Asian species became extinct in the KT event or were quickly displaced by the lambdopsalids. Considering these animals evolved in desert environments, its clear that the wetter forest world of the Paleocene didn’t do them many wonders.

Both eucosmodontids and boffiids continue the trend of djadochateroidean diversity, the former tending towards carnivory with seed side dishes and the latter being a large herbivore, one of the largest mammals of the Belgian Paleocene. In our timeline they actually endured for quite a bit until the PETM, and in this one this is no different at all, the main difference being that they survived this event, having a higher diversity as placentals declined.

Eucosmodontidae

Khusuurbaatarelegans by Dave García.One of various flying euscosmodontid lineages, this one lasted across the Eocene, with fossils found in Asia, Europe, North America, Australia and Antarctica. It was a genus of fast aerial insectivores, this species being the largest known with a wingspan of 60 centimeters.

Relatively basal members of Djadochtatheroidea, eucosmodontids possess large plagiaulacoids, apt for their primarily carnivorous diets with occasional granivory and frugivory. Across the Paleocene and Eocene they mostly diversified as small sized carnivores and omnivores, occupying niches similar to those of muroid rodents, tarsiers and cats, with some otter and desman-like swimmers. Like their Cretaceous relatives they are well adapted to hopping, and larger species resemble carnivorous kangaroos that act like dogs, hopping after prey for long distances. Also like their Cretaceous ancestors (and most multituberculates for that matter) they possess tarsal spurs, though they are rarely venomous as they use that energy and resources for hopping.

Myypbaatar eocursor, a civet or cat like eucosmodontid from the Eocene of Mongolia. Like many of its peers it was a predator, but also an opportunist fruit and seed-eater. By Dave Garcia.

In terms of predatory niches, eucosmodontids carefully remained in the background as other clades like ptilodontoideans and microcosmodontids duked it out. This lasted until the Miocene, when a combination of expanding grasslands and the decline of other multituberculate predators allowed them to sky rocket both as mouse analogues and as carnivoran analogues, mimicking the ecological radiation of those clades in our timeline.

And they were quick to turn to another ecological goldmine: the skies. And in this a group of mostly unassuming hoppers produced some of the most spectacular mammals of this timeline.

Hopping animals, eucosmodontids were prime material for developing powered flight. Most species were only semi arboreal, but in the rainforest world of the Eocene it paid off to be able to use both resources on the trees and the ground. Hopping offered the begins of a flight stroke in the extension of the forelimbs before landing, and as the animals developed various airfoils different wing types evolved. Some like Plummobaatar developed “feathered” wings similar to those of pteroectypodids, while others like Khusuurbaatar developed flying squirrel-like styliform bones on the wrist, that quickly elongated to form a pterosaur-like wing. Others still just developed bat-like wings.

This innovation proved quite useful. Like all flying mammals and pterosaurs, acamapichtliids launch quadrupedally, vaulting using the forelimbs. The backwards-pressing styliform bone adds more power, acting like a spring; likely an ossification of the triceps tendon, it is pulled backwards by the humerus muscles, and against the ulna by wrist tendons. As such it is suffused by tendons inside and out, extending or flexing the bone, preventing it from breaking by distributing pressure and adding additional energy as they move. Combined with the respiratory benefits of the epipubic bones (to which are attached muscle systems responsible for lung ventilation), this allowed acamapichtliid flight to be energy efficient, and they quickly attained massive sizes.

Already by the Rupelian/Chattian boundary these animals attained wingspans of 7 meters, comparable to those of the largest flying birds and contemporary insulonycteriids and surpassed only by the long gone azhdachid pterosaurs; this might represent the current size limit as the wing length is limited due to the styliform folding against the lower arm when in disuse, though derived species are getting around this problem by developing bent wing tips, digitigrade forelimbs and a more flexible yet strong styliform with various ossified tissue and tendon arrangements, all allowing for a potentially longer wing with top-tier folding.

Still, the low aspect ratios are mostly favoured by inland soarers, which is exactly what these animals specialised as. Occupying a niche similar to those of azhdarchid pterosaurs, they stalk their prey in the ground, though their tends to be proportionally larger since all terrestrial mammalian carnivores above 30 kg need to subsist on prey about the same size or larger. This is mostly not a problem the smaller members of this group with wingspans from 2-4 meters, which tend to be under 30 kg, but for the titans they are the first great raptorial flyers, competing both with birds of prey and insulonycteriids as well as terrestrial carnivores like microcosmodontids, ptilodontoideans and flightless eucosmodontids. On island ecosystems acamapichtliids can very well be the apex predators, though even here they retain the ability to fly.

Besides the styliform, acamapichtliids have collagen membranes fibers to keep their wings from fluttering, similar to pterosaur aktinofibrils; these fibers also further help disperse stress and strengthen the styliform when launching. Their uropatagium is supported by a modified calcar-like tarsal spur but it is otherwise small, the long tail being free from it. It is instead used as a display device, for these animals are rather social, gathering in massive flocks when not hunting.

Unlike most djadochtatheroideans, which have fast breeding cycles, acamapichtliids are K strategists. At birth the young can already walk and run, but like all flying mammals they can only take to their air when they’re close to adult size and the young are rather small in proportion to the mother in order to save weight (i.e. a species with a seven meter wingspan produces a pup the size of a domestic cat). This leaves them at least one year on the ground, so to lessen vulnerability most species form creches like those of flamingos, even located in less hospitable environments like salt flats to deter predators. Both parents take care of the young, males capable of producing milk much like in some bats. Even after growing large enough to fly the young may stay in the vicinity of the family group, with males being the most likely to leave.

Flightless eucosmodontids are mostly retricted to the northern continents, but both acamapichtliids and some Eocene flyers have managed to reach as far south as Antartica. In the southern continents they frequently meet their distant relatives, the boffiids.

Tauutus peon, a derived bipedal boffiid from the Late Oligocene of Africa. These animals tended towards fast running herbivorous niches, and eventually graduated from kangaroo-like hopping to theropod-like running. By Dave García.

More derived and related to forms like Catopsbaatar, boffiids debuted as the large herbivore Boffius splendidus and indeed most members of this group are herbivorous, even losing the plagiaulacoid. They seem to have been displaced from Asia by lambdopsalids in both timelines, and in this one they kept diversifying in Europe’s Eocene, where they produced a myriad of hopping herbivores, some as large as a red kangaroo.

Messelboffius atraxa, a red-kangaroo sized hopper from the Eocene of Europe. By Dr Spooky.

The Grand Coupure led to the end of these forest-dwelling hoppers in Europe, but a lineage managed to raft its way to Afro-Arabia during the mid-Eocene. Here they diversified, there being not only no other djadochtatheroideans besides them but also no other fast-running small herbivores and omnivores, galulatheriids being specialised herbivores, kogaionids hypercarnivorous and afroptilodontoideans stuck in the trees (barring some terrestrial seed eaters). As such, they underwent a massive adaptative radiation, giving rise to a variety of kangaroo and springhare-like hoppers, anomalure-like tree climbers and even tree-kangaroo-like folivores as leaves were too icky for afroptilodontoideans. Most notably, one lineage became bipedal runners, likely evolving in a similar manner as our timeline’s sthenurine kangaroos by being forced to walk bipedally while browsing, though unlike them they were truly agile animals like small dinosaurs. A number of species also appear to have been in an intermediary state, between bipedal runners and hoppers; in general, hoppers preffered open environments and were grazers while runners were forest animals and browsers, with both groups having mixed feeders.

Diagram of Messelboffius atraxa, showcasing its musculature. By Dr. Spooky

Two lineages rafted forth from Africa in the Eocene/Oligocene boundary: one to Madagascar and one to South America. The former diversified in a way similar as they did in Africa, but the latter were met with an essentially overcrowded continent with all manner of mammal lineages. For now, they simply occupy small hopping herbivore niches similar to that of our timeline’s Argyrolagus, but the decline of local omnivores and carnivores by the late Miocene might imply an expansion, particular as eucosmodontids haven’t reached South America yet…

#multituberculate earth #multituberculate #multituberculata #spec evo #speculative zoology #speculative biology

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liebermintz · 1 year ago

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a peculiar comorbidity, part two

i'm experiencing a diabetes-associated autistic meltdown. and it's not pretty. it's made me develop a really bad relationship with food, a massive fear of it. it makes me doomscroll on Beyond Type 1, on Twitter, on Reddit, just to find some glimmer of hope. It makes me panic-message my endocrinologist if I stay elevated at 220 for like two hours - I was between 200-270 mg/dL when I developed ketoacidosis symptoms, I can feel my heart pound in my chest at 250 mg/dL, I develop ketones within an hour of staying out of range. and yet her biggest concern is the fact that I kinda have to bend over backwards to wrap my life around this autoimmune disorder, to get really tight control and stay out of highs (but ultimately be more susceptible to lows - which are not good at all, since I am mostly hypoglycemic unaware) in fear that I will have to be charged to the hospital later that night. my body works really fucking weird - like, Nick Jonas had to have a blood sugar of 700 mg/dL just to get admitted for DKA in the middle of recording It's About Time. most T1D diagnosis stories share the same thing. the closest diagnosis story I can compare mine to is maybe a few LADA stories - but LADA cases always start out mimicking type 2 diabetes, which I could've been well in danger of developing because of an astoundingly bad fast-food-heavy diet (three times a day when I was working at the bookstore, IIRC - binge-eating during the bookstore closure). it takes YEARS for a LADA case to really show its true colors. mine took two months. I'm gonna try to get my C-peptides tested again - and if they're still 0.9 (just slightly under range) after three months of a raging autoantibody reaction, then I know there's more to me than "body attacks body." i'm hoping they are. that means I could benefit from Tzield - if they ever approve it for people like me. every few weeks or so I have diabetes burnout so horrible that it intermingles with the meltdown and, combined with whether or not the sun's outside, puts me in a really bad mental spot. and you wanna know how bad it gets? you really want to know? well, let me put it like this, to quote Kid Cudi's weird grunge album: "I hate the gun, but I love the sun." From "Confused!" - from Kid Cudi, whose big shtick is that he's REALLY honest about his struggles with suicidal ideation. that specific line is about how he really does not want to kill himself, but he DESPERATELY wants peace of mind. usually, when it comes to suicide, nobody talks about it or, if you do, people just lock you up and throw away the key. i have worsening suicidal ideation because of this comorbidity. Nick Jonas thinks the worst he has to deal with is that he can't eat pizza super-libertine anymore or that he might get shaky enough to chug an apple juice in the middle of singing "Waffle House" during a show? imagine being afraid of all your safe foods because if you take too little insulin, you're in the hospital for DKA later that day because elevated sugars hit you way harder than everybody else, and your entire medical team (but specifically your educator and endo) will tell you "don't eat that anymore, don't eat that anymore" because they don't get the fucking memo despite you not making eye contact with them at all, despite having the monotone voice, despite occasionally stimming since I can't keep my guard up at all times - they think that as long you don't look like the Rain Man, counting cards in a suit from Armani and underwear from K-Mart, you're not autistic.

do I HAVE to whip out my diagnosis and observation papers from 1994 to 2005 just for them to get the idea of why I'm desperate for the long game to be a relatively short game? I get that this shit's gonna last a while, but when I say I can't live the rest of my life with this, I really can't. the average life expectancy of an autistic person is, what, 51? well, you just cut my life expectancy down to, maybe, 45 since I am way more prone to distress and burnout. all the type 1 resources, both by type 1s and medical organizations, have been tailored for neurotypical type 1s or type 1s with way lighter neurodivergences, for neurodivergent kids who've always had diabetes so the cormorbidity isn't bad (so they can still freely determine their safe foods). this is why I want to get on Tzield now - I want to prove that the PROTECT Study is worth its weight in gold. I want more clinicals near me to widen their eligibility for me - to not have the cutoff age be 30. I want Novo Nordisk and Sanofi and Eli Lilly to end the price-gouging of insulin either through extreme government intervention or by making insulin totally free. forever.

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Many! Such as:

Yes, you probably do have allergies to something, however, these may be exposure allergies that can go away after clearing them out of your system for long enough and may not show up on an allergy test.

Keto, elimination, and other fast mimicking diets (or actual fasting) actually do have a purpose. They replace damaged cells faster and specifically improve mitochondrial function, which can help overall wellness, mental health, and problems with the organs. Many of these diets are billed as "cleanse" diets, and have a host of scientific research behind them.

(seriously, if you're struggling with schizophrenia or depression or cancer, try keto)

Research that focuses on microbiota is actually revealing that, yes, there is some evidence to explain why cleanse diets work.. This one on juice cleansing shows that juice cleansing does affect your microbiome, and obviously things like "sugar detox" can kill fungal growths

(WE ARE WAY NOT CONCERNED ENOUGH ABOUT FUNGAL GROWTH Y'ALL)

I'm not saying you should stay on a cleanse diet permanently or do it multiple times a year — you need variety in your diet and most of those don't allow for it

However, it's fundamentally incorrect to think of your body as your body, because in reality, it's home to various bacteria, funguses, and possibly parasites that are affecting your you because you are an ecosystem and sometimes that ecosystem needs a bit of fire

The problem becomes when people undertake these various cleanses thinking they'll do something they won't, like help them lose weight or improve their skin, when it's a targeted attack against your human and microorganism cells.

So obviously, a probiotic cleanse won't help much for someone who doesn't have a leaky gut. But if you are broken bacterially, it's great!

Basically, stop telling everyone that because you don't believe it, they can't benefit from it.

The flip side of “cleanse diets don’t do anything” is that if you tried a cleanse diet and you did experience a notable reduction in fatigue, joint pain, and general blarginess, you need to talk to an allergy specialist, because there’s nearly a 100% chance that means you have an undiagnosed allergy to some component of your customary diet.

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dstprl · 1 year ago

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The Importance of Balanced Nutritional Meals for Overall Health

Learn the benefits of eating healthy and balanced meals which can improve your overall health. #healthyhabits #food #healthymeals #fitover50 #blackgirlmagic

The adage, “You are what you eat,” couldn’t be more accurate when it comes to maintaining overall health with meals. Balanced nutritional meals for overall health are those that provide the body with the ideal combination of carbohydrates, proteins, and fats, with the necessary vitamins and minerals. These meals play a crucial role in ensuring the body’s proper functioning and promoting overall…

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Revitalizing Health: Prolon Fast Mimicking Diet by Retrain Back Pain

The Prolon Fast Mimicking Diet by Retrain Back Pain is a revolutionary way to reduce back pain and inflammation. This 5-day program helps to reset the body's metabolism and reduce inflammation while providing essential nutrients for optimal health. Through a combination of plant-based meals, fasting, and probiotics, the diet helps to reduce back pain.

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Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet: Your Day-by-Day Guide to Changes

Introduction

The Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet is a carefully designed dietary program that nourishes your body while promoting regenerative and rejuvenating benefits. This program balances nutrients to help reset and rejuvenate your body while supporting metabolic health. It is a five-day program with four fasting days and one refeeding day. The program includes specific products and juices carefully designed to nourish and rejuvenate your body while promoting metabolic health. This guide to the Fasting-Mimicking Diet will provide a day-by-day overview of the program, what to expect each day, and what to eat after the reset. We will also discuss which day of the Prolon plan is the hardest and what happens each day on the Prolon fast. With this guide, you can make the most out of the Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet and balance the Prolon quickly for beginners.

What is the Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet?

The Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet (also known as the Prolon Diet) is a five-day dietary program that nourishes your body while promoting rejuvenation and regeneration. It was designed to help reset your metabolism and balance the body’s hormones while supporting metabolic health. The Prolon program consists of five cycles of three days of fasting followed by two days of eating a carefully designed selection of products that provide the body with the nutrients it needs to stay healthy. During fasting, the body is supplied with specially-formulated ProLon juice, which helps keep hunger at bay and allows it to reset itself. The body is nourished with plant-based, nutrient-rich foods on the eating days. The Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet is an excellent option for beginners looking to change their lifestyle. It is designed to nourish and rejuvenate the body while supporting metabolic health. The program is easy to follow and requires minimal effort to stick to. Plus, it provides a great way to reset your metabolism and balance your hormones. So, the Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet is an excellent option to change your lifestyle.

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Day 1: Initiating the Journey

Day 1 of the Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet starts your journey to a healthier you. This program nourishes and rejuvenates your body, supporting metabolic balance and promoting regenerative processes. On Day 1, you’ll begin with the Prolon Fast, the program’s first phase. This five-day fast phase comprises specially formulated products, juices, and teas. The fast is carefully designed to nourish and rejuvenate your body while promoting regenerative processes. During this phase, you’ll be able to enjoy the products and juices included in the Prolon Fast program, as well as a few snacks like nuts, fruits, and vegetables. On Day 1, you’ll also begin alternating fast and regular days, which will help you balance the Prolon Fast program and make it easier to follow. Day 1 of the Prolon Fast can be the hardest for beginners, but with careful planning and preparation, you can make it through and start on the path to a healthier you.

Day 2: Continuing the Reset

On Day 2 of the Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet, you continue the reset and begin to reap the benefits of the carefully designed program that nourishes your body while promoting rejuvenation and metabolic balance. The Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet is a 5-day program that includes cycles of fasting and juice-based meals designed to nourish and rejuvenate your body while supporting metabolic balance. It is essential to take the time to understand the program and how it works to get the most out of your experience. Day 2 of the Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet can be the hardest for beginners, as the body is still adjusting to the dietary changes. It is essential to be mindful of the changes you are making in your body and to take the time to appreciate the journey. To help balance the Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet, you must be mindful of what you are eating and aware of how your body responds to the dietary changes. By being conscious of your body and following the fasting guide, you can get the most out of the Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet and nourish your body while promoting regenerative health.

Day 3: Rejuvenation Process

Day 3 of the ProLon Fasting-Mimicking Diet is designed to nourish and rejuvenate your body while supporting metabolic balance. This day of the program consists of a carefully designed combination of products that provide essential nutrients to the body while promoting rejuvenation. The ProLon Fasting-Mimicking Diet comprises five cycles, and Day 3 is the third cycle of the program. This day is designed to give the body essential nutrients and nourishment while promoting regeneration. On this day, you will receive the ProLon Fasting-Mimicking Diet products, including juice, a bar, and soup. This combination of products is designed to provide your body with essential nutrients while promoting rejuvenation. The ProLon Fasting-Mimicking Diet is a carefully designed program that nourishes your body, promoting regeneration and regenerative effects. By following the program, you can experience the benefits of fasting without food deprivation. Day 3 of the program is designed to help you rejuvenate your body while supporting metabolic balance. With the ProLon Fasting-Mimicking Diet, you can reset your metabolism and balance your body while nourishing it with essential nutrients.

Day 4: Enhancing the Benefits

Day 4 of the Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet is about enhancing the program’s benefits. This is the day when the body is already in a fasted state, and the program is designed to nourish and rejuvenate your body while supporting metabolic balance. This is when you reap the program’s rewards and experience the full benefits. The program consists of a carefully crafted combination of juices, soups, bars, and supplements designed to provide the body with the nutrients it needs while maintaining a fast state. Additionally, it’s important to note that Day 4 of the Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet is typically the most challenging, as this is when the body is in the most extended state of fasting. However, with proper preparation and the right mindset, Day 4 can be a rewarding experience that helps reset and rejuvenate your body.

Day 5: Finding Balance

Day 5 of the ProLon Fasting-Mimicking Diet is all about finding balance. This is the day when the program that nourishes your body while promoting rejuvenating and regenerative cycles begins to take effect. Through the carefully designed products of the ProLon Fasting-Mimicking Diet, your body can fast while still receiving the nourishment it needs. This day nourishes and rejuvenates your body while supporting metabolic balance. By following the ProLon Fasting-Mimicking Diet, you can easily find balance and reset your metabolism. This day will help you understand what happens each day on the ProLon fast, what to eat after the ProLon reset, and how to balance the ProLon. With the help of the fasting-mimicking diet guide, you can quickly learn to find balance and restore your metabolism. With this program, you can easily nourish your body while promoting rejuvenating and regenerative cycles.

What to Eat After the Prolon Reset

After the Prolon Reset, ensuring your body receives the nourishment needed to continue its metabolic and regenerative processes is essential. The Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet nourishes and rejuvenates your body while supporting metabolic and regenerative processes. The Prolon Diet is a carefully designed 5-day dietary program that nourishes your body while promoting rejuvenation and regenerative procedures. The Prolon Fast is a 5-day program that balances macro and micronutrients, including juices, soups, and bars. On the first day of the Prolon Fast, you will be required to fast for the entire day. On the remaining days of the Prolon Fast, you will receive a carefully designed meal plan to nourish and rejuvenate your body while promoting regenerative processes. The Prolon Fast Guide offers a comprehensive guide for the Fasting Mimicking Diet, including which Prolon Fast is the most challenging day and what to eat after the Prolon Reset. The Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet can reset your metabolism and guide your body to a healthier state.

Which Day of Prolon is the Hardest?

The Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet is a carefully designed program that nourishes your body while promoting rejuvenation and regeneration. The five-day program feeds and rejuvenates your body while supporting metabolic balance and health. But which day of Prolon is the hardest? The fourth day of Prolon is typically the most challenging, as it requires the most fasting. Today, the only food you can consume is Prolon juice, designed to provide essential nutrients and electrolytes to help your body transition into a fasting state. This day is the most important for resetting your metabolism and allowing your body to reap the program’s full benefits. While it can be challenging to stay on track, the Prolon program is designed to be manageable for beginners, and with the proper preparation, you can easily make it through this day and the rest of the program.

Tips for Beginners to Change Habitual Eating Habits

For beginners to the ProLon Fasting-Mimicking Diet, changing your habitual eating habits can be daunting. The ProLon program nourishes and rejuvenates your body while promoting metabolic health. This five-day dietary program nourishes your body while promoting regenerative and rejuvenating benefits. The program includes a carefully designed balance of plant-based products, soups, energy bars, olives, teas, and juices. The ProLon Fast Guide provides a day-by-day plan to help you understand what to expect each day during the program. On the first day of the ProLon Fast, you will begin the program with a juice fast. This is followed by four days of the ProLon diet, designed to nourish your body while promoting rejuvenating and regenerative benefits. You will end the program on the fifth day with a soup fast. Following the ProLon program and balancing the ProLon products carefully is essential to ensure the best results. This will help to reset your metabolism and rejuvenate your body while supporting metabolic health.

Exploring Prolon Products to Enhance the Program

The Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet nourishes and rejuvenates your body while promoting metabolic health. This program is specifically designed for beginners, as it is a carefully crafted dietary program that nourishes your body while promoting regenerative and rejuvenating effects. On the Prolon plan, you will be fasting for five days, with three cycles of a fast day followed by a reset day. Balancing the Prolon plan carefully is essential to get the best results. To help you get started, we have created a day-by-day guide to the Prolon Fasting Mimicking Diet. This guide will provide detailed information on what happens each day on the Prolon fast, what to eat on the reset days, and how to reset your metabolism. We also provide tips on ensuring you get the most out of the program, which day of the Prolon fast is the hardest, and how to get through it. Our guide is designed to help you get the most out of your Prolon journey, so you can nourish your body while promoting rejuvenation and metabolic health.

Conclusion: What Happens Each Day on the Prolon Fast?

The Prolon Fast is a carefully designed dietary program that nourishes your body while promoting rejuvenating and regenerative processes. The program consists of five cycles of fasting and nourishing, each lasting for three days. On the first day, you will fast with only Prolon products, such as juice, bars, and soups. On the second day, you will begin to break the fast with a light meal. On the third day, you will return to your regular diet. This cycle balances the Prolon Fast with your body’s natural energy needs. For beginners, the Prolon Fast can be daunting. But with a comprehensive guide to the fasting-mimicking diet, you can learn how to navigate the program and maximize its benefits. You’ll know which day of Prolon is the hardest, what to eat after a Prolon reset, and how to reset your metabolism. With these tips, you can make sure you get the most out of your Prolon Fast and make it a part of your journey to better health.

The Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet is a carefully designed program that nourishes your body while promoting rejuvenation and regeneration. This five-day dietary program provides a unique balance of plant-based meals, juices, and snacks designed to nourish and rejuvenate your body while supporting metabolic health. This program teaches you to reset your body and mind while exploring Prolon products to enhance the program. From learning which day of Prolon is the hardest to understand and what to eat after the Prolon reset, this guide provides a comprehensive overview of the Prolon Fast and how it can help you reach your health and wellness goals. The Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet is a powerful program that can help you reset your body and mind while providing a unique balance of plant-based meals, juices, and snacks designed to nourish and rejuvenate your body while promoting regenerative health. So, if you are looking for a dietary program that nourishes your body while promoting rejuvenation and regeneration, the Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet is perfect.

Frequently Asked Questions

FAQs

Q1. What is the Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet?

A1. The Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet is a 5-day dietary program that nourishes your body while promoting rejuvenation and regeneration. It is designed to help you reset your metabolism and balance the hormones in your body. The program includes a carefully designed combination of plant-based meals, supplements, and juices.

Q2. How does the Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet work?

A2. The Prolon diet is a 5-day cycle that follows a specific program that nourishes your body while promoting rejuvenation and regeneration. Each day of the program has a specific set of meals, supplements, and juices designed to nourish your body while promoting regenerative and rejuvenating processes.

Q3. What are the benefits of the Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet?

A3. The Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet can help you reset your metabolism, balance hormones, and reduce inflammation. It can also help you lose weight, increase energy levels, and improve your health.

Q4. What should I eat on the Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet?

A4. The Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet includes a carefully designed combination of plant-based meals, supplements, and juices. Each day of the program has a specific set of meals, supplements, and juices designed to nourish your body while promoting regenerative and rejuvenating processes.

Q5. What should I expect on each day of the Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet?

A5. Each day of the Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet has a specific set of meals, supplements, and juices that are designed to nourish your body while promoting regenerative and rejuvenating processes. On Day 1, you will initiate the journey; on Day 2, you will continue the reset; Day 3 is the rejuvenation process; Day 4 is enhancing the benefits; and Day 5 is finding balance.

Q6. Which day of Prolon is the hardest?

A6. Each day of the Prolon Fasting-Mimicking Diet has unique challenges, but some people find Day 3 the most difficult. On Day 3, you are going through the rejuvenation.

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