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[onlyasimp4nobody]

Made a letterbox. Bad choices were made again.

[ramp-it-up]

I Still Have You

Paring: Chris Evans x Reader

Word count: 1.5 K

Summary: It’s a very pregnant Christmas for the Evanses.

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUT. Not Beta’d. Flashbacks, discussion of miscarriages, grief, angst, beach vacay, piggy back ride, Kit cooking, family dynamics. Graphic depiction of pregnancy sex. Dunkin’. But mostly fluffy fluff.

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask. Also listen. Look me in my eyes. This was not easy for me to write and I don’t want to see any dumb comments about miscarriages. Heed the warnings. This is a part of the How I Met Your Father AU.

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Chris’s hand snaked around your baby bump and pulled you flush against his chest. You snuggled back against him and his hard body.

“Hmmmmm…G’morning.”

Chris buried his nose in your fragrant curls, your bonnet having come off in your sleep. You were less able to be comfortable as your pregnancy progressed, but luckily this pregnancy was healthy, despite the worry of the first few weeks.

You’d lost two pregnancies since you had the twins 12 years ago. You and Chris had been heartbroken, but decided not to try again and that your family was complete. You loved and lived life to the fullest.

However, when the twins were 12 years old, you discovered through a home pregnancy test that you were expecting again. It was right before your family trip last summer, and you were on edge for the first few days of the vacation.

You decided to tell Chris as you walked on the beach on the second evening.

“I have a secret to tell you, Chris.”

“What is it, Angel?”

Chris was a little concerned, you’d been jittery and moody. He stopped and looked at you in the light of the golden hour. You were so beautiful.

“Is everything okay?”

He reached for you and pulled you into his embrace. You relaxed into his strength, his warmth, and his smell. And you started crying.

“Chris. I…I’m… I’m”

“Shhhh. It’s okay. I know you’ve been stressed. What with the new position, the twins going to junior high and your cousin’s graduation and this trip.”

He kissed the top of your head.

“I see how exhausted you’ve been, falling asleep on the couch every night. That’s why I had hoped that you would take this opportunity to relax…”

“Chris. I’m pregnant.”

Chris didn’t believe he’d heard you. Your last pregnancy was over five years ago. He’d gone ten toes down for his perfect little family. And he didn’t know if he could go through that loss again. He knew you couldn’t.

Chris drew back to look you in the eye.

“What did you say?”

You looked into the deep blue pools of his eyes and took a deep breath.

“I’m pregnant.”

“But… how?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. He joined you.

“I mean…”

He grinned at you, your laughter making him stronger.

“Well, you’ve always had that super soldier sperm. And it’s rare, but vasectomies can fail…”

Chris just blinked at you.

“Oh my god. We’re gonna have another baby. When?”

Chris was absolutely giddy.

“I haven’t been to the doctor, but maybe in about eight months? January?”

Chris was still in shock.

“Boy or girl? Twins or just one?”

“Yep!”

You both broke down in laughter. You were beginning to think you could do this.

A jolt of joy suddenly struck Chris. He couldn’t wallow in grief; this was another chance.

He picked you up and twirled you around.

“CHRIS! CHRIS! I’m gonna throw up!”

You were laughing, but also about to hurl.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry. I just. I love you so much. And I love us. And the twins. And this bundle of joy in here.”

Chris’s warm palm covered your belly, and you reached up to kiss him, for a moment, all fear of loss gone.

He beamed down at you and you up at him.

“I love you too, Chris.”

You smiled at him again, and then hugged him.

“How are you? Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine!”

Chris looked back down the beach.

“It’s too far for you to walk back.”

“No, I’m…”

He turned around and bent down. He looked back at you over his shoulder.

“Get on.”

“Chris, you’re being…”

“Get on, Y/N.”

You sighed and climbed on his back. Chris easily stood up and set off toward the beach house. You put your chin in his shoulder and started to think as he effortlessly carried you back.

“Chris…”

“I know. We’ll wait until we go to the doctor to tell anyone.”

You nodded, grateful for the connection between you and your husband. After you told Chris, you were able to relax and enjoy the rest of the trip.

Telling the twins after you were past the 12 week mark was an experience.

“You two are disgusting.”

“Wynn Angel Evans! You need to watch your tone.”

“I’m sorry. But aren’t you both a little old for this?

Chris wasn’t having it.

“Do you want to go to your room until you’re as old as we are?”

Wynn got quiet, not used to harsh words from her dad. CJ was just silent. You sensed some warring emotions in him. You two had always been close. He looked at you with those eyes just like his dad’s and you knew. You cocked your head and CJ came to give you a hug. You held your arm out for Wynn, who sat on the other side of you, between you and Chris.

“Listen. I know this is a lot. And you’re right, I am older, but I’m not that old. But dad is.”

You nudged Wynn and laughed as Chris protested.

“Hey!”

Now there was laughter in the room.

“And neither of you have to worry that you will be replaced. We will love you forever. Our hearts will just get bigger.”

You looked from twin to twin.

“Yours will, too.”

Everyone calmed down a bit after that, catching the joy of a new life in the house. You took a sabbatical from work in order to take care of yourself.

That was over six months ago. You’d had a healthy pregnancy and were excited to meet the new member of the Evans family. At Christmas you were 37 weeks. So close.

You snuggled back onto Chris’s erection as he gently felt up your sensitive breasts. Your nipples pebbled as he pressed his lips to the side of your neck.

“What are you up to, Daddy?”

You felt Chris’s dick jump against your backside.

“I’m trying to make you feel good. Give you an extra present after yesterday’s festivities.”

Chris’s hand moved down your side and slid under your belly to slip his thick fingers into your panties.

You moaned as he found you wet and wanton, moving against his hand for more friction.

Chris gently but down on your pulse point, causing you to keen.

“Chris…”

“What do you want, Angel? What do you need?”

Chris was grinding against your panties, the wet tip of his cock promising something that he had yet to give you.

“You, Chris, Please…”

“Oh My beautiful girl, you don’t need to beg. This is always for you.”

As he whispered praises in your ear, Chris was lifting your thigh, pulling your panties to the side, and slowly entering you while laying down

“Oooohhhh….”

You arched and threw your head back onto Chris’s chest. The shudder as he entered you was inescapable.

“Dammmmmnnnnn, Angel. So so tight.”

Chris was fully seated inside of you and gripping your hip to keep control.

Lovemaking wasn’t vigorous anymore, but it was needed. And you knew that It would be a while after the baby came. You wanted to savor this connection.

“Ohhhh. Chrissy. Please. Give it to me…”

“Nnnnnnnghhhh!”

Chris moaned.

“You always have me wanting to lose control. Lose myself in you… My favorite thing.”

“Hmmmmm.”

You licked your lips as Chris started moving, him looking down over your shoulder as he watched you cream on his dick in the early morning light.

“Even after all these years?”

The kiss he gave you on your cheek would have been chaste, except that his huge cock was invading your fat, swollen, sensitive cunt.

“For many more to come, god willing.”

Chris started pumping a little harder now.

“Please, I want to die like this..”

Chris kissed the side of your neck as he rocked his cock deep inside you and his words made your heart swell and beat in time with his, and you started to climax.

“Ohhhh…ohhhhhhh, ohhhhh! Chris!”

“God you’re squeezing me… I can’t. I can’t hold it damn you make me…”

Chris thrusted for dear life as he emptied his seed into you. He lazily thrummed your clit, causing you to shudder as you came down.

A few minutes later, Chris carefully slipped out of you and led you to the shower, where he lovingly washed you both up. Your eyelids were drooping.

“Get some rest, mama. I’ll get you some food.”

One hour later, your growling stomach and kicking kid propelled you out of bed to the kitchen, where you caught the tail end of an argument between Chris and Kit who had come to Massachusetts with your family for Christmas. Wynn and CJ were watching, enthralled.

Someone (you guessed Kit) had tried to make pancakes in the microwave. What resulted was a rubbery mess.

“You really can’t cook, can you?”

Chris was grumbling as he cleaned up the mess.

“No shit, Sherlock. When in the 13 years that you’ve known me, have you known me to cook?”

Chris scowled.

“Then why did you say yes when I asked you to make breakfast for your best friend?”

“Because I will do anything for her. And don’t you forget it, Dude Bro.”

Kit was threatening Chris with a rubber pancake.

“How ‘bout we go to Dunkin’?”

You chuckled as you rescued your husband from certain doom.

Less than 24 hours later, Jack Arthur Evans was born, healthy at 7 lbs 8 oz two days after Christmas.

The moment everyone met him, no one could imagine the world without him.

When in doubt, reblog it out!

[gamesception]

Let’s read utena chapter 7

Tumblr’s new post editor just ate this entire reaction post I’m so mad it’s all gone.  I’ve turned back on ‘legacy editor’, but honestly every single pop-up overlay editor has been a nightmare and I wish they would go back to having a separate page for post creation, it’s the only way this site has ever been stable.

I’m soooo maddddd

anyway, last time we left off in the middle of the first Sionji duel.  I said something here, but it’s gone now so whatever, not much change from the anime so far anyway.

Except Touga’s physically here for some reason, and looks surprised, like he doesn’t know what’s going on, instead of watching smugly from afar larping like he’s in any amount of control here.

So anyway, the duel ends more or less like in the anime, only instead of the magic sword disappearing there’s this ridiculous sequence where it’s knocked flies out of Sionji’s hand and...

And into utena’s hand and visibly fills her with the power of Dios and everybody including Anthy is completely shocked so this is not normally what happens when a challenger wins a duel so... ok?

It’s still happening.  Like, I’m sorry to just be reposting full pages with minimal commentary, but what even?

Like, why even bother with the rest of the duels?  I get that Utena needs to build a relationship with Anthy and overcome challenges to that relationship in order for her to break the whole dueling ritual and save Anthy at the end, but like, from Akio’s perspective he’s just trying to find a duelist who can channel Dios’s power, and, uh, feels kind of like job done on this one, like he could skip to the end at this point without bothering with the rest of this year’s duelist crop?

It’s still happening, by the way.  Highlander victories were more subdued than this.

I’m with Sionji here.  What was that?

Since the sword doesn’t just disappear, we do get this cute moment of Utena sheepishly giving it back to Anthy, so that’s nice.

We also get this introduction between Utena and Touga where he comes off as... maybe not sincere exactly, but more playful & charming and less condescending & manipulative than in the show.

In the anime, we don’t see Utena leave the arena, but the episode closes on Anthy meeting up with Utena that same night.

In the manga, though, Utena, confused, embarrassed, or maybe just weirded out, kind of rushes out of the arena without anthy, conveyed by a neat handful of panels of the path to the arena in reverse:

One past the gate, Utena does pause just a moment to think about Anthy -

But unlike in the anime, Anthy doesn’t catch up to her that night.

So I guess we’re proceeding into episode 2, but where anime Utena was back to her normal unflappable self by the next day, manga Utena is still visibly shaken up.

As in episode 2, Anthy shows up in class like nothing happened, but we don’t get the cute scene of Utena going out of her way to show concern for Wakaba & trying to cheer her up, or of Wakaba and her book.  The Revolutionary Girl Utena anime already needed just way more Wakaba, if the manga keeps cutting her moments I’ll be sad about it.

Manga Wakaba does show up.  She’s somehow heard about Utena’s dorm change before Utena has, and is much more broken up about it in the manga than in the anime.  Honestly, I liked their conversation in the anime while walking over to the new dorm way better.  Wakaba was sad Utena was moving, but not wailing over it like this since it’s really not that big a deal, Wakaba hangs on her arm, they hold hands and swing their arms, Wakaba talks about how it’s supposedly been closed for ten years and teases Utena about having to clean up a derilict building, Utena gives her a piggy back ride, all in all it’s a very cute scene that also gets the necessary exposition in, and the whole time Wakaba comes across as a fun and funny, perpetually cheerful friend, before leaving Utena on the way because, well, she does live in a different dorm, and needs to get back to her own room.

Where as manga Wakaba...

Does not come off as well at all.  Chijo Saito is really dropping the ball here.

But again, I have to remind myself, she didn’t have the full anime to adapt, it’s not her fault.

As in the anime, Utena worries about the room being a mess, only to find it spotless thanks to Anthy’s cleaning, though...

That cleaning is a bit more strenuous in the manga.

And the chapter closes on Anthy introducing herself as the Rose Bride.

We’re still more or less on track with the anime plot, apart from some weird digressions at the end of the first duel.  I expect the manga to jump the rails sooner rather than later, but I’m not sure when or how.

[itsbecauseyoureontopofthatphone]

Chapter 12: Beware Of The Charges

Eko is caught by some girl staring at a dress through a shop window. The girl just smiles, knowing that, phone or not, she's no different than any other girl.

Eko goes through her piggy bank for money but it's nowhere near enough for the dress. A commercial on the TV shows off different covers for phones, piquing Eko's interest...but she shakes her head, remembering that Hiroshi's in debt because of her. She doesn't want to cause him any trouble...anyway, Hiroshi comes by with cheap plentiful sushi for them, offering Eko to try. She tastes it...and says it's sour.

Later at a diner, he offers her ice cream. She's reluctant to try it, especially because it looks more expensive than the sushi, but she winds up tasting it and loves it. She asks for more and she and Hiroshi gorge themselves on food. After stuffing themselves, Eko gets up Hiroshi's ass about spending so much money, saying he'll put himself back in debt again...only for Hiroshi to wave a stack of cash in her face.

You see, Hiroshi just got a note from Akizuki (not sure if that's the sister, the class president or Ryu) that he doesn't have to pay off the porn site anymore. So they have excess left over from the photo contest...he and Eko can go on a shopping spree! Eko wants Hiroshi to get everything he wants but he already went out and brought it all already (detergent, shampoo, light bulbs, soap and a wok...yeah). Instead, he asks what Eko wants. Eko is about to ask for the dress but then they get her bill...800,000 yen (roughly $8,000 in US money). That's...noticeably higher than the porn site bill.

They're both shocked...then Eko is happy because a high bill means she's in high demand...then she feels guilty because she realizes that means that Hiroshi's in trouble. Realizing they're poor again, Eko keeps her lips sealed when Hiroshi asks about what she wanted earlier. Hiroshi tells her that even after he pays the bill, he'll still have some money left over. If she doesn't want anything, he'll get something else for himself. Eko agrees without protest...then he takes her to the clothes' store and says he wants to get the dress she was looking at for her.

That girl from earlier is a friend of his and she told him Eko was staring at the dress. He mentally reminds himself to thank the vice president (the girl) before Eko comes out in the dress she wanted to get:

End of chapter.

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[trans-gainerism]

Like, I’m fully against posting pictures of fat people without consent who are just living their life (they ain’t your fetish fuel!)

but I do have a little fantasy

-

You’ve been looking at gaining content online for a long time now- tumblr, porn sites, any weight gain stories you can find.

You wouldn’t gain weight yourself, you’ve always been fit and proud of it; and although you been slacking in the gym recently, the intention was still there. You’re just going through a rough patch, you don’t have enough time at the moment but you’ll get back to it soon.

But the fantasy of being massively fat always appealed to you, when you were younger you used to use cling wrap and pillows to make an impromptu fat-suit, getting off on how you looked once you struggled to fit a shirt over it.

But it was just a fantasy, and it would stay that way.

You get home from work, slightly out of breath - the bus must have stopped further away than usual, forcing you to walk more. That incline always was a little tricky.

Kicking off your shoes, you settle back into the dent you’ve made in your sofa. You fish out your phone and habitually open tumblr and start scrolling.

Teasing posts from feeders that make your stomach rumble, gifs of enormous jiggling bellies being played with lovingly, pictures of amazing starter bellies just starting to form muffin tops.

Then something gives you pause.

A photo catches your eye; it’s candid of a person on public transport, a bus is your best guess. You can’t actually see due to the immense size of the person obscuring the seat. Shirt pulled tight by a huge belly peeking out to rest on chunky thighs, they were basically spilling over the sides of the seat, their girth squished between the arm rests.

They were staring at their phone, held in a pudgy hand that rested on their distended gut like a table. A double chin framed their face, only accentuated by looking downwards - the flab all over their body captured in the photo mid-wobble from the vehicle’s movement.

Your breath caught in your throat.

It was you.

You stare in shock for so long that your phone goes dark, the reflective black screen showing you the shocking truth - revealing the same double chin in all its glory.

The photo must have been taken on your commute to work one day. Obviously, you hadn’t even considered anyone would be watching you - and you’d definitely be watching everyone else on the bus with suspicion next time.

You unlock you phone again, unable to stop looking at the photo.

Oh my goodness, that can’t be you… right? That enormous whale almost needing to use two bus seats? Sure, you hadn’t been prioritising fitness recently- but it hadn’t gotten that bad, surely?

You looked back on things in a different light; those shirts that shrunk in the wash? Getting out of breath easily? You realise the truth with a wave of heat.

You’re fat. Probably obese. All those midnight snacks, putting off the gym, and ordering takeout - it had started the domino effect that you don’t know how to stop.

Still looking at the picture, you reach down, gripping a handful of fat from your chest just to see if they were as big as the picture made it look.

They were. You drop it, and as it lands on your stomach you can feel it send ripples through your flab.

With a horrified curiosity, you click on the notes of the post. Hundreds of them. You go from reblog to reblog, looking at the added texts and tags.

“Woww, this piggy knows how to eat!”

“I bet this fatty doesn’t even know their belly is sticking out lol”

“#weightgaingoals”

A new rush of heat flutters through you, this time straight to between your legs. Your face is still flushed.

You spend the rest of the evening staring as the notes of the post go up and up, more and more people lusting over how huge you’ve gotten accidentally.

In a fit of arousal, you impulsively order an obscene amount of takeout - a large pizza along with additional meals from McDonalds, KFC, and a few local joints, one of which being an ice cream parlour.

You lustfully while away the night by stuffing yourself to the brim, fondling your heavy belly and reading the teasing and praise from these anonymous onlookers. You’re lost in the pure pleasure of it all, all regrets about your waistline muted for now. Hedonistic, gluttonous, greedy.

You wonder if you’ll look bigger in your next picture.

[astrowaffles]

Ushiten 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30

STRAIGHT TO THE POINT HUH 😭

right, this is probably gonna be the longest post I ever make on this site, let's do it

1. Who is the most affectionate?

Well, it depends what "affectionate" means in this context, but probably Tendou. I've seen that man, he's basically a Wakatoshi cheer squad even when he's one of the best players in the prefecture himself 😭

2. Big spoon / little spoon?

I think most often tendou big spoon and Ushijima little spoon, I can see Ushijima rly wanting all the affection and tendou's rly happy to give it :)

3. Most common argument?

Who's sending the next care package. They live on different continents and they LOVE sending each other stuff but they can never remember who was meant to do what. Also, what time the facetime call was scheduled at. Time zones, my dude.

4. Favourite non-sexual activity?

They are 100% a picnic, flower picking, and orchard visiting couple. They do it whenever they can, just go find a random plant and yank it around until they have what they want, whether it's because it's pretty or because it's a good ingredient. It's good bonding.

5. Who is most likely to carry the other?

There is no way Tendou's bony chocolate-making ass can still get anywhere near lifting professional athlete Ushijima, but he probably could do it when they were both teenagers, though only to shock Ushi :'). Nowadays, it's obviously Ushijima who does the lifting, plus doesn't Tendou just seem like the kind of guy who demands piggy backs???

6. What is their favourite feature of their partner's?

Eyes. See my first OTP ask :D

7. What's the first thing that changes when they realise they have feelings for each other?

Ushijima prolly starts talking about Tendou. A lot (by Ushi standards). To everyone who stands still for long enough. I can just imagine it.... Anyways, yeah, I think Ushijima would be a lot more obvious, affectionate, and would suddenly compliment Tendou's blocking out of nowhere T-T

8. Nicknames? & If so, where did they originate?

Tendou calls him ushy gushy because he thinks it's funny, and Ushijima just rolls with it 😂

9. Who worries the most?

Tendou, hands down. Ushijima has no worries, he goes with the flow. Tendou stresses about pretty much everything to some degree, and sometimes he can even infect the worry into Ushijima so they're both worrying about it 💀💀

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

They prolly both do this, but it seems like an Ushijima thing. He probably has a corner of his brain with "tendou" written across it and decorated with those awful little adhesive gems that get EVERYWHERE as soon as you start using them, and in that corner he keeps everything that tendou ever said or did in case it comes up again some day

11. Who tops?

At this point leave me alone, I don't wanna think abt that!!! Although logistically, Ushijima, right?

12. Who initiates kisses?

100% Tendou, but Ushijima does this thing where he taps his lips to signal he wants a kiss, and tendou RUNS over

13. Who reaches for the other's hand first?

Ushijima. Next question

14. Who kisses the hardest?

Depends on the context? It's whoever's *not* about to get in the plane, any other context I have no clue (is this what y'all think about?!)

15. Who wakes up first?

Ushijima. He's a famer, those knuckleheads are up at 4am on a lazy day

16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Tendou, but tbh chocolatiers are up pretty early so he knows he can’t. Life is pain. 

17. Who says I love you first?

Ushijima. He seems like the type to just say it at some random time because it’s what he was thinking about. Although, is he aware enough of the feeling to know it’s love? If not, then obviously Tendou.

18. Who leaves little notes in the other one’s lunch?

Tendou, though it’s usually just an encouragement like ‘work hard today’. Sometime he’ll put in a pun just to annoy Ushijima.

19. Who tells their family/friends about the relationship first?

This one is hard because I don’t know anything about Tendou’s family, Ushijima’s is a bit of a mess, and they share the same friendgroup. I think Tendou would probably get excited and talk about it with all the friends though, so I’ll say Tendou. 

20. What do their family/friends think of the relationship?

I’d love to put something like ‘about time’ but in reality it’s more like ‘really? him?’ from both sides

21. Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

Tendou. Man’s French, leave him alone

22. Who cooks more/is better at cooking?

Tendou is the baker and Ushijima is the cook. If they try to leave their assigned skills, the kitchen will be a bit burnt by the end of it.

23. Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

Tendou, and Ushijima probably doesn’t understand them, so it’s more a crowd-pleaser thing to prove that yes, they are actually dating, thank you, Semi.

24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during innappropriate times?

...Tendou? Probably him, and it’s probably not anything too racy, it’s just jokes about the couple they’re having lunch with.

25. Who needs more assurance?

Probably Tendou. Ushijima has fans all over the world who thirst over him constantly on twitter dot com, so Tendou probably gets pretty insecure over the relationship. I don’t think Ushijima truly understands it since cheating literally never crosses his mind, it’s physically impossible, but he gives the assurance when he sees it’s needed.

26. What would be their theme song?

Ugh, I don’t even know, I don’t have an ushiten playlist so if I make one, I’ll edit this post and add it in T-T.

27. Who would sing their child back to sleep?

Does Ushijima even know that’s a thing that’s done? So yeah, Tendou. But I do know Ushijima would be the BEST father, he’d take his child out in fields and teach them loads of cool stuff,and tell stories about fairies....

28. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

They’re probably on the phone 24/7. The Adlers are probably in the habit of going ‘hi Ushijima, hi tendou’ because they KNOW Tendou can hear them. Semi calls Tendou and puts him on speakerphone in the crowd during volleyball games so Tendou can yell along with the crowd while he watches from France.

29. One headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

it’s not a headcanon, it’s true, but they’re the only people that seem to show the other one any kind of acceptance. Both of them have been outcasts their whole life and continue to be so, in a way, when they leave highschool and live apart. I realise that the relationship itself isn’t sad, but both of them are sad by themselves so I don’t need to make it worse :’(

30. One headcanon about this OTP that mends it

THEY LIVE TOGETHER IN ONE HOUSE AND TENDOU RUNS HIS BUSINESS FROM THERE AND THEY HAVE A KID CALLED MEGUMI WITH RED HAIR AND USHIJIMA’S EYES AND THEY PAINTED THE NURSERY TOGETHER AND TENDOU THREW PAINT ALL OVER USHIJIMA AND USHIJIMA LAUGHED AND NOW MEGUMI LIVES THERE AND THEY READ BOOKS TOGETHER EVERY NIGHT AND THEY PLAY VOLLEYBALL AFTER SCHOOL AND THEY HAVE AN APPLE TREE IN THE GARDEN

[jeonggukingdom]

splinters of love • day VI [kth]

pairing  ⟶ kim taehyung x fem!Reader

summary  ⟶ a collection of drabbles (one for each day of April) based on prompts by an online prompts’ generator site. Specifically  ⟶  • day VI ↳ in which you’re at a theme park and Taehyung is adamant about winning you a stuffed bear that kind of looks like him but it ends up with you winning the price for him instead.

genre  ⟶ fluff

rating  ⟶ G

word count ⟶ 880 words

warnings  ⟶ none except for a giant teddy bear and sweet kisses

series masterlist  ⟶ here  (links on mobile may not work, if you’re looking for all the works in this series, you can click on the “!splintersoflove” tag and you’ll find them all there!)

Taehyung’s smile is dazzling under the moonlight, the lights surrounding the both of you shining in his beautiful eyes as he tugs on your hand a little more, forcing you almost to a sprint as he drags you from attraction to attraction.

He seems to have turned into a kid all over again and the sight is absolutely endearing, making your heart feel warm and big in your chest.

You are happy. Like, utterly happy.

With Taehyung everything comes easy and at the same time, there is not even a single dull moment in your life now that he is in it.

It was you that proposed a theme park as your date but you did not expect it to be this fun.

It’s silly, ridiculous at times and yet exactly because it’s all of that, it’s absolutely perfect.

You are running on adrenaline, exhilarated by the many attractions, by the crazy rides on the roller coasters that menaced to either give you a heart attack or make you empty your stomach on someone else’s head.

You are almost out of breath and laughing like crazy by the time he finally comes to a halt, his eyes shining with mischief as he fixes his gaze upon a stand with stuff toys.

“Doesn’t that giant bear look exactly like me?” He asks, pointing at the biggest stuffed bear you have ever seen in your entire lifetime.

You laugh at him, shaking your head at how absurd he sounds right now but he insists, adamant about the fact that it looks like his doppleganger or something.

“Taehyung, how can a bear look like you?” You ask finally, chuckling even more as he looks at you in shock because ‘how can you not see the resemblance?’

Adamant about it and, most especially, dead set on winning it as a price and a token for this wonderful date together, he drags you to the stand and well… a few minutes turn into ten and ten turn into fifteen until you are laughing at him to the point of tears.

You don’t know if it’s the pout on his thin lips, the disappointment in his eyes or what that prompts you to intervene but here you are, aiming the tiny ball to the endless set of tiny bottles in a pyramid right in front of you.

Hell, he wants the damn bear and he will have it.

Maybe it’s your determination or the fact that you’ve played this game something like a thousand times with your father when you were little but you actually succeed and well, the look of shock mixed with happiness on your boyfriend’s face is worth every single coin out of your pockets.

You are still laughing about the absurdity of it all as you walk through the empty streets together, your boyfriend carrying the giant bear on his shoulders as if he was giving it a piggy back ride.

“You look so ridiculous.”

Taehyung offers you a grin in response, lifting his shoulders just a tad bit because he does not care, he has his price and that’s all that matters.

Granted, he has no idea where he’s going to put it or even if it’ll actually pass through his door but right now, he doesn’t really care.

You must look like such an odd couple on this random summer night, strolling through dark streets with an over-sized bear and the thought keeps a permanent smile outstretched on your lips.

He takes you all the way back home, even going as far as accompany you on your porch, right in front of the door.

You are giggling, shaking your head at the absurdity of it all but there is no denying that you love every single second of it and Taehyung knows it perfectly well.

The silence between you is comfortable and his gaze fixed on your face brings heat on your cheeks in a way no one else has ever done.

His eyes on you always make you shy. Now as much as they did months ago when you went on your first date together.

When he leans forward, you are already holding your breath and by the time he is kissing your lips, your heart is practically bursting in your chest.

You reach out for him, grasp his shirt with your fingers, pull him a little into you to keep him there, to keep his lips on yours until you are both running out of oxygen.

When you part it takes a while for your eyes to open and when they do, they find Taehyung’s chocolate ones already fixed on them, a tender smile on his lips to welcome you back on planet Earth.

“See you tomorrow?” He asks, voice slightly husky and you quickly nod your head making his smile deepen on his gorgeous face.

“See you tomorrow,” you reply in a whisper before opening the door and disappearing behind it.

You are still smiling like an idiot by the time you reach your bedroom and let your body drop on the soft mattress.

It’s on this night you realize for the very first time how deeply in love you are with Kim Taehyung and somehow you already know that, no matter what, you’ll never stop.

Copyright © 2020 by jeonggukingdom. All rights reserved. Do not repost, do not steal, do not translate without consent.

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Longest Night (10)

The day started out sucky to begin with. Her crush ousted to the class and Adrien. Lila taking pride in exacting her revenge. But by the time patrol was over, a young man was dead, and Ladybug's identity was at risk. Lila was the least of her concerns. Good thing Adrien was taking it all like a champ.

Ao3 | FF.net

Warning: This chapter has more public humiliation, and some fighting. There’s quite a few different needles in this chapter as well. This is where the real torture begins.

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They say the first night in prison is the hardest. But at least in prison, there was a bed, a toilet, and three square meals a day.

By the soreness in her neck, Marinette figured she had gotten some sort of rest. Calling it sleep was generous. It was more like a shock induced trance.

She moved her arm that was sticking out of the door, sending a tingling sensation all down the limb. Her hand was tight, still attached to Adrien.

Then she heard sniveling.

“Kitty?” She asked softly.

He responded with a broken voice. “My lady…did I wake you?”

“I…don’t know if I ever got to sleep.”

“I didn’t.” He said without hesitation. “Thank you for holding my hand all night. It helped.”

“Of course kitty.” She rubbed her thumb over his knuckles. “How’s your arm?”

“I can’t feel it anymore. It’s totally numb.”

“Well, I guess that’s a blessing in this case.” She had her head resting on the ground, and peered under the door, trying to gauge what time it was. But there was only darkness.

Soon enough though, there was the light of flashlights in the hallway, followed by footsteps.

“They’re coming for us.” She said, untangling their fingers.

They drew their hands back in, and waited.

It was only a moment before the light fed through the cracks of the door and the clicking of heels came to a halt on the cement floor.

“Rise and shine happy campers!” Salo’s sickening voice called.

The little slots in the doors opened, the brightness of the flashlight painful against the eyes.

“Arms out.” One of the men demanded.

They both presented their wrists, so the chains could be reattached.

Then in a series of clicks, the locks were undone, and the doors opened.

Adrien nearly fell in his rush to get out, but he was grabbed by the arm to stay still.

“Eager are we?” Salo laughed. “Well, no worries, we’ll get started right away.”

They were ushered back to the room they were in yesterday. “Look at you kiddies. Bright eyed and bushy tailed. You wouldn’t believe it, but so many people are excited to see you this morning.”

They were both yanked into place, just barely out of reach from each other. Chains were bolted to the floor, replacing the ones on their wrists. While another pair hung from the ceiling, most likely for later.

Marinette looked up to Adrien, finally able to see his face.

He looked awful. Hair disheveled, skin pale and clammy, and his eyes dark with bags.

“Over a million viewers on the site.” Stated a man from the corner.  

“And it’s not even six yet. Can you believe it?” Salo walked up to Adrien and started to untie his gown in the back. “Let’s see, how is this arm doing today?” She pulled the gown sleeve forward, displaying a blackened bruise covering his shoulder. His arm looked bizarrely flattened and unnatural. “Oh, what a lovely shade of purple. Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you match all over soon enough.” She patted his face. “But we’re going to start with your lady first, is that okay?”

Adrien shook his head. “Hurt me first. Whatever you what to do to her, do to me instead.”

Salo laughed, loudly and manically. “Oh you are so cute! But it doesn’t work like that kitty cat! You see, she was the one who jailed my Eddy. So she has to be punished.”

“Please,” Adrien begged. “Don’t hurt her.”

“Hmph.” Salo smirked. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

The clock struck six am.

“Congratulations. Now begins day one of your sentence. Before we begin, I’d like to tell you the rules.” She folded her hands in front of her, like a teacher talking to a particularly thick student. “Rule number one: There is no escape. So you can just forget that right now. Rule number two: We take turns here during our games. So when your partner is having fun, you are expected to be quiet and wait your turn. Rule three: If I ask you a question, you answer it. And rule four: you do exactly what I tell you to do, when I tell you to.”

Marinette sneered. “And what happens if we break one of these rules?”

Salo smiled at the gumption. “Why don’t you try me and find out?”

Marinette thought better of it, and stayed silent.

Salo turned to Marinette, appraising her. “So…Marinette Dupain-Cheng. How old are you, again? State it for those at home, so they can know.”

“17.” She breathed. So Salo knew her full name. She must have done her research last night.

“17! 17 goddamn years old! And you’re playing superhero! The fate of the city of Paris rested solely on your shoulders, and you haven’t even finished Highschool! That’s…that’s embarrassing! Who let you do this?”

Marinette didn’t answer.

“I said, who gave you the earrings, Marinette?”

Marinette glared, making it clear she wasn’t going to answer.

Salo punched her squarely in the nose, sending her stumbling, but the chains were too short to go anywhere and she fell on the floor.

Salo snorted. “Wow, you have no balance. Who knew Ladybug was such a klutz?”

Marinette glared up at her, blood dripping from her nose.

“You really look ridiculous with those stupid pigtails. Like a baby. A toddler. Not a superhero in the slightest.”

Marinette continued to glare, as she rubbed under her nose, smearing the blood away. This kind of thing wasn’t that bothersome. Chloe had said worse before. People on the Ladyblog forums said worse.

Salo grabbed her pigtails and yanked, forcing Marinette to stand, while tears came to her eyes. “Is that what you are? A baby?”

Marinette rolled her eyes.

“Are you a baby?!” She yelled, shaking her. “That was a question!”

“Obviously not!” Marinette shot back.

Salo gave her hair another yank, rendering her silent.

“No…pigtails are for pigs! You’re a little piggy, aren’t you?”

Adrien watched, on edge. That punch looked like it hurt, but Marinette was tough.

“Yeah…let’s make you a little piggy.” She walked over to her table, and grabbed something.

Marinette and Adrien shared a look of apprehension.

Salo returned with a strap with two sharp, metal hooks on the end.

Marinette could see were this was going and backed away, reaching the end of her chains. Then she crouched and attempted to hide her face.

“Now now, that’s no way to behave. Hold still!”

Just like with her earrings, Marinette kicked and wriggled, anything to keep that woman away from her. But Salo was a lot rougher this time, slapping her, hitting her, pinching her, anything to inflict pain. Finally, she trapped her face against the floor, and the hooks took hold in her nostrils. Not enough to pierce all the way through, but enough to hurt and draw blood. The strap went over the top of her head and attached to the collar, forcing her nose up like a pig snout.

Salo got off of her, and looked down on her with a grin. “You look absolutely ridiculous.”

“Mari…” Adrien began, taking a step forward.

“You, shut up!” Salo commanded with a slap. “You are not allowed to speak. You are here to watch in silence!”

Adrien flinched at the tone.

Salo whirled around right as Marinette was trying to take the strap off. “On your hands and knees.”

She did as she was told, her gaze on the floor.

“Look at me.”

Glancing up, Marinette saw a camera right behind Salo, recording her humiliation for the world to see.

“What does the little piggy say?”

Her heart pounded and her cheeks burned. But she croaked out, “…oink.”

“What was that?”

“Oink!”

Salo snickered. “No no, that’s not what a real piggy sounds like. What noise does a real piggy make?”

Marinette snorted in her throat.

“That’s a good piggy! Nice and loud! So everyone can hear!”      

She snorted again, louder, making a really gross sound.

“Again!”

Over and over, she snorted like a pig, the camera swooping into her face and catching it all.

“Over this way now.” Salo demanded, walking over to her other side.

The chains were heavy, but allowed for Marinette to crawl on her hands and knees over to where Salo demanded.

“Now over here.”

Marinette crawled back and forth and back and forth. The cement was rough on her palms and bloodied her knees. But she did as told, choosing to be humiliated than to be beaten again.

Though she assumed that’s what it would be like for a while, having to pick between two awful options.

“Oh, goodness me. You haven’t eaten yet, have you? You must be starving!”

The last time she had eaten was breakfast yesterday morning, since the Akuma cropped up before lunch. Her stomach coiled tightly, nausea replacing the thought of food.

“Here, food for the piggy.”

A rotten apple plopped in front of her.

Marinette turned up her nose in disgust. There was no way she was going to eat that.

“It’s that, or nothing.”

She rather take the nothing. She sat back, glancing up at the woman in refusal.

“You sure? I won’t give you anything else today.”

Marinette shook her head slightly. She wasn’t desperate enough.

Salo kicked the apple away, not too far out of reach. “You’ll want that eventually.”

Marinette glanced at Adrien, who was looking at her with disgust. Not her, per say, but what was happening to her. Though it didn’t exactly help.

“I can see you’re tired of this game. Do you want to stop being a piggy?”

“Please…” Marinette groaned.

Salo grinned. “Alright then, stay still.” She blessedly removed the hooks, Marinette’s nose sore and still bleeding.

Then she tried to stand, but Salo kicked her in the side. “Did I say you could stand?!”

“No…” Marinette breathed.

“No, what?”

“No ma’am.”

“Good girl,” Salo snorted. “Stay.”

Marinette remained on her hands and knees, her arms trembling and her knees aching. She could hear Salo coming around behind her, but didn’t dare turn to look. Her hands were on her head, forcing her to look down.

Then, there was some snipping, and then a little more, and then something black fell on the ground in front of her.

Her pigtails.

Salo tussled what was left her hair, making it wild.

“What do you think, kitty cat? doesn’t she look more mature?”

Adrien was staring, his mouth slightly open, and his eyebrows pinched.

“I asked you a question, maggot.”

“Yes, she…she looks…nice.”

Marinette took that as a clue that her hair cut was not well done.

Salo stood and studied her. “Hmm, you know, I don’t really see it. I think…once a pig, always a pig.”

Marinette snarled at her, spitting at her feet.

“A wild pig. Don’t you think so, Pasolini?” She glanced at a man in the room, the same one who had dislocated Adrien’s arm.

With a completely neutral expression, he started coming towards her, his steps slow and menacing.

Marinette immediately started to backpedal, scooting on the floor away from him. But soon, she was on the end of her rope and there was no where left to go.

Pasolini easily pinned her to the ground, her temple forced against the cement. Try as she may, there was no pushing up. Thankfully, he was only pinning her, and not doing anything else.

“Get off of her!” Adrien barked. “You’re hurting—ugh!” Adrien was elbowed in the stomach, his words coming up short.

“It’s only day one, so I’ll give you a break, but remember the rules! No talking.”

Adrien winced, but didn’t say any more.

Marinette was breathing hard, her nostrils flaring as she glared up at Salo. The light was directly behind her, casting her into darkness.

She felt the piercing pain of the hooks in her nose again, forcing her nose up. The pain ease slightly if she raised her chin.

There was a buzzing sound as Salo rested a knee on her back. “Now, hold still.”

Despite her rapid breathing, Marinette did hold firm. She had no idea what was happening and didn’t want to cause herself anymore pain.

Something slid across her scalp, just on the side of her head above her ear. Then she felt the sensation of loose hair by her ear.

She was being shaved.

“No…no please…”

“Oh it’s just a little.” Said Salo. “It’s in style right now.”

She shaved right down to the skin, as Marinette felt her fingertips brushing against her.

Then the buzzing stopped.

“Hold her still, Pasolini, we can’t have her move an inch for this.”

The man moved a hand to her jaw, pressing her face hard against the cement. Then he replaced the knee on her lower back. She couldn’t move, and she could barely breathe.

A new buzzing sound started, and Marinette felt Salo rest her hand on the side of her head. This buzzing was incredibly loud, and she could feel the vibrations in her skull.

Whatever she was doing, it hurt. Burning, stinging, itching, like a nail was being dragged over her scalp.

Or a needle.

A needle!

“What…are you doing…to me?” Marinette grit through her teeth.

“Shh…” Salo hushed, in a way that would have been soothing if it wasn’t so condescending. “It’ll all be over soon.”

Marinette could barely see Adrien from here, but she could see that his teeth were exposed in a snarl.

Finally, finally, Salo finished her deed, and Marinette was pulled back to her feet. Her head hurt, and reaching up, she found blood on her fingers.

Then a mirror was in front of her, Salo holding it with a proud grin. “What do you think? I think it’s so you.”  

Tears came immediately, because for a half second, she couldn’t recognize her own face.

Blood was smeared all around her nose and mouth, and fresh drips still came from her upturned nose. Her eye was blackened with bruises. Her hair was chopped awkwardly and uneven, with her right side shaved clean. In fresh red ink, ’cochon’, the French word for pig, was tattooed on her scalp.

Marinette choked out a sob. She was marked for life.

“You now how much people pay for tattoos these days? And I gave you one for free! No gratitude?”

Marinette just continued to cry. She felt hideous. She felt like a pig.

“I said, no gratitude?” Salo pinched the underside of her arm.

Marinette cried out, and then answered, “T-thank—Thank you ma’am!”

“You’re welcome, little piggy.” Salo laughed, and then shoved her so she fell on her rear.

Marinette glanced up to meet Adrien’s eyes. He was also crying, but his nostrils flared in anger. How dare this woman? How dare she!?

Salo just waltzed around the room, looking between the two of them and her table filled with unimaginable torture devices.

“Now let’s see. Before I damage the goods…” She waved over to a man at a computer. “I’m ready to connect that call, now.”

“Connecting.” He replied.

The screen that had been used the day before to show the news report lit up again, a phone icon on it. Then, Gabriel Agreste’s face. It looked to be his personal cellphone.

Tom and Sabine were in the background, looking between him and another screen on their end.

“Monsieur Agreste! Wonderful for you to join us.”  

“I don’t need your false pleasantries. Where are you? How did you get this number?”

“Oh come now Gabe, if you want to win, you have to play the game.”

“I don’t see a game. I see a sick creature torturing children.”

She scoffed. “You’re no fun.” Then she tapped her chin, deep in thought. “Alright then, we’ll start the bid at 50 million. Just a smidgen less than your net profit for this year. That’s doable right? Surely your son is worth that much.”

Gabriel clenched his jaw. “How much for both of them?”

“I’m afraid Chat Noir is the only one up for sale. I still have so much planned for Ladybug.”

Gabriel opened his mouth to respond, but Adrien beat him to the punch. “Don’t you dare give her a single cent, Father!”

Salo whipped around, glaring at him. “Shut up!”

But Adrien was undeterred. “They’ll just spend the money to do this to others! Don’t let that happen!” His speech was cut short as Salo clocked him in the jaw.

He hit the ground hard, and she gave him no time to recover as she kicked him over and over with her steel toed boots. She didn’t finish until he was gasping for breath.

Then she turned back to the screen. “60 million. And the price will continue to rise day by day. And you’ll end up having a very expensive funeral with a closed casket.”  

Gabriel had his eyes shut tight, like he was being presented with the hardest choice in the world.

Because he was.

Finally, he swallowed and looked off to the side. He gave whoever was there a soft smile and nodded. “No deal, Salo. I don’t negotiate with terrorists. I will find my own way to save my son. One that doesn’t benefit you. I love Paris, almost as much as they do. And I refuse to be responsible for its downfall. Not when my son has worked so hard to protect it.”

Salo frowned hard. “You’ve spurned me, Gabriel Agreste. I’ll take you next. Once I’ve finished with your son. This was your only chance to save him. But I’ll let you say goodbye.”

The camera moved past Salo to Adrien who was lying on the ground. “D-Dad…”

“Hang in there, Chat Noir. Just a little while longer.”

“I…I love you, dad.”

“I love you too, son.”

The call ended.

“Sickening.” Salo scoffed. “You’d think a man that rich wouldn’t care about the money. But I guess I was wrong. He doesn’t really love you. He was just trying to make it easier on you. How does it feel to be rejected by your own father, huh?”

Adrien took steadying breaths, his chest hurting from her kicks. At least, that’s what he assumed the pain was from.

“That was a question!” Salo shouted, right in his ear.

“He didn’t reject me,” he breathed. “I wanted him to stay out of it.”

“You’re an idiot. But everyone knew that. Chat Noir has always been the dumb one. Isn’t that right, Ladybug?”

Marinette was still lying on the floor. She didn’t sit up, but she answered, “Chat Noir is a genius. He’s goofy, but he’s smart.”

“He’s an idiot!” Salo yelled back. “He’s a retarded piece of shit!”

Adrien clenched his eyes shut. It was just words. Just words. Lies.

“You’re not trying to drown me out, are you?” Salo asked, getting in his face. “Because I can do this all day, dumbass.”

“We hate liars.” He stated, firmly. “And you’re nothing but a liar.”

Salo laughed. “You’re a child. You don’t think I can hurt you? Didn’t you see what I did to your little Love Bug earlier? You looked so angry.”

Adrien opened his eyes to glare at her.

She smiled maliciously. “Want to see if we can make her look that angry, too?” Then she looked over his head, to Pasolini.

The man came over and pressed a hand to Adrien’s head with little effort. He was already exhausted.

“Now let’s see.” Salo’s hand caressed his cheek. “My my, you don’t have your ears pierced. I would have thought you did, considering Ladybug’s Miraculous are earrings. What if there was an emergency, idiot? What would you have done then?”

“Just…hope there wasn’t one?” He asked, nervously as she traced his ear with her finger.

“Childish. Stupid. No matter, I’ll fix that now.”

There was a hard pinch, and Adrien felt something sharp on his neck, right beneath his earlobe.

“There, we have a pretty diamond one. Well, it’s not really diamond. I think it might be glass. Either way, it was on sale for like five bucks. You’re not allergic to any metals are you?”

“…no? Did…did you pierce my ear?”

“Doesn’t hurt as much as you’re expecting it too, hmm? Not to worry, we have plenty more to do. Let’s see…oh, we’ll do this pretty gold one next.”

So she pierced his ears. One piercing after another, passed the lobe and into the cartilage, where the gun snapped through with a crack. Where it hurt significantly more.

Ten piercings on each side. By the end of it, his ears were red, itchy, and pulsing.  

“Well what do you know? I’m all out of studs. Oh, but I think this is a good look for you. Don’t you think so, Ladybug?”

Marinette watched from where she laid on the ground, her tears never stopping. “You’re still handsome.” She stated.

“Hmm, still handsome, huh? Well, we’ll work on that in a bit.”

Pasolini sat Adrien up, as the camera zoomed in on the fresh piercings.

“We made Ladybug into a piggy, but I think we’ll keep the cat theme for you. A mangy, feral alleycat.” She took out the studs from his middle cartilage piercings and replaced them with small hoops. Then she threaded twine through the hoops on both sides and tied them together on top of his head, yanking it tight so his ears pinched to a point.

Like a cat.

Adrien hissed in pain.

It wasn’t enough to scream, but it sucked. And the pain got worse the longer it was held. It would have been surprising if the piercings didn’t just rip out of his ears.

“Meow meow kitty cat?” Said Salo in a disgusting sugary voice. “Can you say meow meow?”

“Meow meow...” Adrien forced out, despite the pain.

“Like a real kitty.” She demanded.

He rolled his eyes and meowed, imitating a cat. He did it often enough as Chat Noir that it was easy. But outside of the mask...it was just weird.

“Is kitty cat hungry?”

Not if she was going to give him a rotten apple too.

A can opened, and with a splat, a cylinder of meat plopped on the ground in front of him.

Cat food.

Of course. This woman loved being literal.

“This isn’t rotten. Fresh from the store. You’re a growing kitty. Go on...” She pushed his face into the food with her foot on the back of his head. “Eat it.”

He got some of the mush up his nose as a result.

“I’m not hungry.” He argued.

“Nonsense, I could hear your stomach growling all night. Eat up.”

Adrien closed his eyes. Just pretend it’s pate, like at one of father’s fancy dinner parties. He told himself.

Then he took a bite. It wasn’t the worst thing he had eaten, and it smelled better than Camembert. But the texture was disgusting, and he was eating off of a dirty cement floor.

Knowing that his father was watching him at that moment also was a kick in the shin.

Salo waited until he swallowed to laugh. “Ha! He actually ate it! What a dumb pussy cat!”

Adrien spat out the second bite in his mouth.

“No? Not hungry?”

“You bitch…” He hissed.

She scowled, her fist clenching. “Oh, you don’t get to call me names.”

“That wasn’t one of your rules.” Adrien spat.

Her hands darted out, latching onto his throat above his collar. Her fingers curled into his skin as she pressed down on his adam’s apple. He coughed and choked, taking hold of her wrist with his good arm.

“I could crush you under my thumbs. I could break you, kill you with no problem. It’s a mercy that I haven’t already. Do you understand?”

Adrien’s gagging and choking was her only answer.

She dropped him, and he fell to the ground.

Salo snapped her fingers and Adrien was yanked up on his knees. Pasolini grabbed hold of the twine between his ears and forced him to look up.

“I thought you were smart enough not to pick a fight with me. Guess that’s what I get for thinking so highly of a big dumb idiot.” She scooped the rest of the cat food in her hand and shoved it in his face.

Adrien kept his mouth firmly shut, but the food smeared all over, even going up his nose. Salo wiped her hands clean on his robe.

“We’re going to mark him.” She told Pasolini, who simply nodded and pushed Adrien back down on the ground, a knee on his back and his hands holding his face flat.

Just like with Marinette, Adrien’s head was shaved on the side, the left, right above his ear.

Then, the tattoo gun started up and Salo got to work etching a foul name on the side of his head. It ached, and the drumming of the gun was unbearable. Adrien clenched his eyes shut and willed the pain to go away, but it went on and on.

“There. Fitting, for you.”

Adrien sat up on his own, his battered knees aching at the movement.

Salo thrust the mirror into his face, showing the abuse she put him through.

His word was ‘chatte’ the French word for pussy, but not the feline form.

“Are you going to think twice before sassing me next time?” She asked, pinching his cheek.

“Yes ma’am.” He whispered back.

“Good.” She snorted. “Now, I’ve got other things to do. But we’ll have more fun tonight.” Then she called to the others in the room. “Suspend them for now.”

The cameras were still rolling as Salo left the room. Men came and changed out their chains, attaching them to the ceiling instead. With a loud cranking sound, the chains shortened, so they were just barely able to reach the ground. Adrien cried out in pain from his bad arm.

Then slowly, the others left the room, until Adrien and Marinette were alone.

“Do you think they’re watching?” Marinette asked.

“They have to be.” Adrien gestured towards a camera with his head. “They’re broadcasting us to all of France.”

“Yeah…” She breathed. She didn’t have an escape plan anyways. The chains were almost medieval in design, the kind with a pin that had to be broken with a chisel. Breaking the link to the chains was the only way out, and that wasn’t happening anytime soon.

“How’s your nose?” Adrien asked.

“It hurts. How’re your ears?”

“Hurts.”

He was tired. Such little sleep and all he had gone through already, he just closed his eyes, and begged for sleep to come.

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The Gray Sky

This is short story based off the Alien dream I had. Please understand this is just for fun, and that this is a rough draft that I probably won’t ever polish on top of it all. Other than that, please enjoy the story under the cut.

The gray sky was a continuous color without any breaks in sight to reveal if it was just naturally how the sky was here or cloud cover. Despite this mystery, it was not of importance as I surveyed the fauna from the truck window. Dark and gloomy as it seemed like a painting made by an artist in a deep depression. Still there were small glimpse of bright orange pool in the far distance. I wondered if it was perhaps from a volcano or something similar.

Returning my view to the interior of the truck, it was just as dark and gloomy on the inside as we rode on. The rough road made the occupants and I nearly hit our heads as one person complained the shocks were brand new. I didn’t really listen as the faces all seemed so familiar, but I couldn’t see ⅓ of their faces for some reason. I just leaned my head back and rested my eyes till we stopped.

I was the second person to get out as I instantly grabbed up a personal bag and another bag of equipment before heading over to the site that had been waiting for our arrival. The team leader was already there and was very casual though icy about our sort of late arrival, or so it seemed. She spoke swiftly, letting us know the huge box next to the rock wall was our generator as the cables lead to these T shaped boxes that sort of interconnected. There was another line that sort of went off into the distance, the dark ground making it hard to see where

I found my box was next to the team leaders as I stored my personal bag in the stubby length of the T box. I noted a small hole, big enough for a chisel to be sent through as I opened my box and  checked it out. The weird thing was the box opened like a chest as I got it and found that you couldn’t lay stretched out, but rather curled up on a side. No other position would let the box lid close as I noted the was a heavy duty latch on the inside, though a chisel through the outside hole could get it open if needed. It left a bad taste in my mouth as I brushed it off, as I tested some other positions to lay in the box  as I hated laying on my side.

I was then retrieved from my white hell box to go to a meeting as I followed the team through the woods as something hiss and skittered about us. The team leader said that was normal for the local creatures, but it didn’t sit right as I felt we were being tracked. The other were noticeably uncomfortable, but mostly brushed it off as we got to a clearing where a stage stood, shiny and clean while wood benches were gathered around it. More teams appeared from the woodlands as the team I was with took a seat.

I sat and listened to the hype of what our mission was, but I felt distracted and strangely tired. It felt as if white noise was faintly playing in the back of my head as my eyes watered from a long yawn. The introducer saw and made a joke about it being a long trip but to hold on as it was about to get scientifically wild. The stats predicted will be off the sheet and I think I tuned him out as I saw the orange glow in the distance, behind the stage side, closer than before.

I then saw a flash of something with a mouth within a mouth with fanged teeth. No eyes, a ridge that had micro holes, a smooth long head with some piping hanging out while a smudge of orange sat on its head. It hissed like the woodland locals as I was jerked back from whatever that fever daydream thing was as I was pulled upright to clap. Someone informed me that I dozed off with my eyes open, looking at the quarantined, off limit, lava zone. I mentioned I don’t think that’s lava, but it was ignored as the afterparty started. I wasn’t in the mood so I left with our team leader who was also heading back.

I tried to make conversation, but I was met often by a brick wall. She wouldn’t be direct other than telling me to rest up more as she had seen me sleeping earlier. We then arrived to see the generator was off as the Team leader said it will reset itself soon enough. It was just drained from the show and would be recharged tomorrow. I wanted to argue, but felt a wave of sleep hit me.I was also worried about the others, but the team leader assured me they would be back within the hour or two.

I crawled into my box as the team leader did the same, her box sounding like it had more locks than mine, as I got as comfy as I was going to get. Before going to sleep though, I pulled out a padlock I had snuck in and locked my box that way so even if someone undid the latch part, my box would still be locked shut. I made sure, by pressing up while the box latch was undone, but the padlock on. It moved a bit, but stayed mostly tight as I let myself finally drift off into  restless sleep.

I awoke to a scream as I undid my padlock and flung out my box lid. I checked on the team leader, but her box was torn away from mine with heavy scratch marks across it. Blood seemed to ooze from inside as I couldn’t elliste a response from her. I then hear another cry from the wood followed by a terrible hiss as I stupidly rush towards, grabbing a metal light rod from my torn gear bag. I honestly didn’t even think while doing this as I ran, blindly into the woods.

I heard more cries, screams and hisses while the sound of running and russling filled the air. I honestly was lost and just kept running forward when I broke out into a large clearing on a high hill point which quickly dropped down into a cliff siding. I looked out to the glowing orange area and can see that it looks like a plant cell under a microscope. It’s massive and felt like a graveyard, which I soon realized it was

The orange substance wasn’t lava, but blood of creatures that looked humanoid, but were largely different at the same moment. I really couldn’t see their details as the planet’s atmosphere made it hard to see and even worse now that it was night. That fact had hardly registered as I tried to make sense of what was happening or what I was witnessing. I took a deep breath, holding for a moment before letting it out as I refocused on the graveyard, vaguely hoping for some kind of answer from the dead.

The structure was indeed like a plant cell, only more simple. The walls of the cell were the glowing orange blood which came from the pile of bodies that had their chest ripped open. I didn’t know why they were ripped open, but from what I could take of the more closer piles; these beings died in terrible pain. I brushed it off as I saw the brain of the ‘cell’ was this roundish, egg thing near the top. The bodies sort of morphing to it as I felt a soft chill of cold sweat wash over me. 

Something terrible had happened here and our bosses had known. Was this something they did to these people because these beings wouldn’t give up their land for mining and colonization, I wondered in horror when something hissed behind me. I turned just in the nick of time as something went over the edge with a terrifying hiss. Another was charging at me though as I swung the metal rod I had grabbed up. Contact was made.

The creature skidded to the side as I bolted forward to the cover of the woods. I didn’t have a plan really as I thought of the boxes. Sure they weren’t the safest, but they were all I had as I rushed through the brush. That’s when I heard sniffing as I glanced back and saw in horror that the creature i had struck was following my trail. Even worse, it was like the one I had seen in my dream. I ran harder.

My brain for some reason, told me not to be scared as I tripped over something. As I tumbled through some over growth, I swore it was a teammate with their face having a hole in it. Like a hammer to a piggy bank. I didn’t have time to really analyze the glimpse, and to test if it was real or not as my body froze up. My heart raced, but my instices said to be still, breath deeply and above all; Don’t Panic. I did just that as I heard the creature soon approach.

It circled me as I forced myself to breath even as it began to brush and bump me. It sniffed  the entire time as it began to purposely nudge me with it’s body and head. It hisses a bit and baring it’s fanged teeth. The inner teeth popping out  as an attempt to scare me or at least make me run more. It seemed like it wanted me to run.

It then put it’s clawed digits on me and shoved me sideways. I steeled myself against the gesture as it did scratch me and sniffed the oozing liquid as my arm hurt, but I focused on my breathing again as I felt it flop against my back now, pushing up against me while sniffing in my ear as I stayed still. It’s head nudged my ear, as it’s sniffing was deafening to that side as I silently said a prayer to no one and knew nothing more.

[the-darklings]

[thank you for the 4k!];

Wow. I always feel such a deep sense of shock whenever I have to make one of these posts. These last few months have been crazy to put it simply, and with fewer fics and my changing interests, I never expected so many of you to stick around and actually follow this blog. I’m so lucky to have so many of you with me, and I’m incredibly grateful for each and every one of you. Your support is always overwhelming and even though I’m terrible at keeping on top of everything, please know that I am immensely grateful for each and every like/comment/reblog/message on my fics.

So in order to celebrate this amazing milestone, and to bring the more active flow of fics on this blog, I’m officially bringing back the nightly drabbles. My DBH followers will be more familiar with these but essentially over the span of this month, I’m challenging myself to write 22 drabbles based on this prompt list. 

So what can you expect:

semi-daily drabbles (usually around 1k give or take) 

fandoms: DBH (rejoice~), RDR2, and Marvel (yes, to all of you who have been asking me/eagerly waiting for me to write for Marvel, it’s finally happening. I’m going to be using this celebration as a stepping stone/testing of waters so to speak)

ideally, I want to do/finish these throughout February but it might take me slightly longer

drabbles will not be split equally (5 for dbh, 5 for rdr etc) because I will write each drabble depending on what character that particular prompt reminds me of/inspires me. Some characters that are expected to make an appearance, however: Connor, Nines, Arthur Morgan, Bucky, Loki etc. 

please feel free to leave any other suggestions for this celebration because I would be happy to hear your thoughts.

And finally, under the cut, I'm taking a chance to gush about some awesome friends I have made on this hellsite. So thank you, once again, to all of you for supporting me and reading my stories in ‘18/’19. You’re all incredible! <33

Firstly, to my friends:

@ilikecheesecakeforbreakfast oh man...where do I even start with you, Ali? My good soldier, I’ve never expected to meet someone as awesome and funny on this hellsite but here we are months later and I’m so grateful to have met you. Thank you for putting up with my mood swings, whining, and all the good and bad in between. Thank you for your art, thank you for staying up with me till 5am to talk about trashy ships, and crying over Arthur Morgan. Here’s to making this piggie our this year, pal! *jets down*

@drmsqnc Vina. My sweet, sweet angel. You’re one of my oldest friends on here and I appreciate you so much. I love the fact that sometimes we can go days (even weeks) without chatting but then we can crash into each other’s DMs and it’s never awkward. Your writing skills honestly blow my mind; your fics are so atmospheric and prose lyrical, I’m pretty sure you’re not human most days. Your blog?? Aesthetics goals and just ahhh, you’re amazing!

@deviantramblings Laurennnn. I’m so happy I got to know you better over these last few months. You’re an amazing person with so much talent it blows my mind. I’m glad to chat with you because you’re always so open-minded, and I respect you so much as a person who is passionate about so many things, and always SO supportive. You make me smile a lot, so thank you for being here for me <33

@malanoches Angel. You’re an amazing, brave, incredibly talented person. I told you before how much I appreciate your presence in my life and how much more aware you make me of certain issues now. I admire your passion, I admire your wild spirit that burns so bright I’m in awe of it. Your writing is a blessing to this hellsite so thank you for working so hard on it. I’m glad to call you friend. <33

@sunstrain Oh Bai. Hi. You’re the new addition to this list but I’m honestly so damn grateful I stumbled upon your fic that day. You’re so talented, so funny, and just overall a wonderful person. You’re a beautiful individual both inside and out, and I’m glad so glad to call you my friend. Your tags are always so funny, so thank you for making me laugh with them at the most inappropriate times. 

@connorshero Sadie, oh my sweet Sadie. I know you think you’re mean but honestly?? You’re one of the nicest people I have ever interacted with on this hellsite. Your sweet messages always brighten my day and I love seeing you on my dash. Your writing? Honestly, you could be writing about rocks and I would still love and enjoy it. Never stop sharing your talent with us, please. Love ya bean!

@thedragonkween Oh, Angie...the true Queen of aesthetics and amazing writing. You’re so talented and such a kindhearted person, seeing you on my dash always makes me laugh. Also, I kin your tags more than I would care to admit because they are just that good. You’re amazing and it’s always nice to have another European gal around <33

@hades-ii Yue. I didn’t think so much talent could fit into one person tbh. Amazing writing, incredible and unique ideas AND brilliant and graphic design?? You blow my mind honestly. Your blog is so gorgeous it makes me cry, and you’re an overall incredible person. I can’t wait for the Grisha show so we both can cry over the Darkling together. 

Secondly, to some of the most amazing followers who I always see sneaking into my notifications (or leaving me supportive messages, or mutuals who I don’t talk to as much). I’m so sorry if I forget to mention you, trust me, I’ll probably see your name later, and go ‘oh crap, forgot them’ but honestly?? I could tag you all even though that would take me a while:

@moonlace @dragonfruitdingus @supernatralysupernatural @teigra @rosesaregayy @but-who-saves-you @glitterlizardstuff @esylveon @seasalt-seaweed-goddess @coolmaybelateruniverse @coffeeandmusicinthemorning @sophiealivy68 @geronimo-11 @mynahx3 @negotiator-on-site @wrinkledparchment @blue--blushes @marvelousmorales @thirium-ink @dbh-connor-rk800 @shadows-echoes @deviancy-wasteland @maiden-of-gondor @the-kryomancer @lavenderstages @writinginstability @winterofherdiscontent @littlexmissxmischief @pandemoniumambassador @mywinterivy @dis-weird-girl-over-here @sadroomba @super-flamin-hot-cheetos @idacecyliajadwiga @tropfenlady @fusrobruh @honest-good @negative-blackbird @icecoldsoul1987  @hey-there-cowboy @delightfully-anonymous

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Fate || Zhu Zhengting

Title: Fate Pairing: Reader x Zhengting Genre: Soulmate!AU + fluff Word Count: 1217 words Summary: Despite knowing your soulmate’s name, you can’t help but hope it belonged to the cute trainee who was infatuated with your baby pig.

A/N: Have I ever told anyone that soulmate!au’s are my absolute favorite? I love them so much. The fact that zhengting is the first person i’ll be writing this au for on this blog makes it even better. I apologize for the wait, anon! You didn’t specify what form of request you wanted, so I went with bullet! Enjoy reading!

wowow

this is my first zhengting fic

how exciting

we all love a cute leader

in this au, everyone has the name of their soulmate tattooed on their wrist (which appears when they turn 16)

in your opinion, you had the prettiest name on your wrist

zhu zhengting

totally not biased bc they were your soulmate or anything

since the day your soulmate’s name appeared on your 16th birthday, you spent every waking moment wondering what they would be like

how tall were they? what did their voice sound like? what were their hobbies? 

did they think about you as much as you thought about them?

although you wanted to meet this zhengting person as soon as possible, you decided to let fate handle the rest

you worked part time for a local petting zoo where you traveled to different special events (weddings, birthdays, etc) with whatever animals were requested

these animals ranged anywhere from puppies, kittens, ponies, snakes, birds, etc

you loved your job bc it meant you get to be surrounded by cute animals all of the time

since you've worked this job for a while, you were very knowledgeable about the type of animals you handle

your personal favorite were the baby potbellied pigs

your co-workers tease you by calling you the pig whisperer bc you're so good at handling them

where can i sign up for this job tbh

one day your boss gets a call from the idol producer production crew asking if someone would be willing to travel to beijing with a baby piglet for a special idol xinfan segment for the trainees

you were the obvious choice for the job 

you had heard about the show but didn’t really care to check it out since you were usually too busy being occupied with your job and studies

next, you were on the way to the ip site with your favorite piglet (who was currently unnamed)

a part of you jokingly entertained yourself with the thought of finding your soulmate there

if only you knew

when you arrived, the production crew briefly explained to you the plan for the segment which was essentially a hidden box game with the piglet being the hidden ‘item’

you would be there throughout filming to assist the piglet in case of any accidents or emergencies

the first group to play the game consisted of five trainees who mainly complained about the inside of the box feeling really warm lmao

it was amusing seeing how scared they were so you did your best to calm their fears

“jiejie, i don’t dare to touch it!” the one named zhangjing cried out to you

“it’s a little bit shaken right now so just give it a moment to relax. i promise it won’t hurt you,” you reassured with a smile

that seemed to calm down the boys (sort of) and you were thankful they were still gentle despite their fear

when the game was over after the trainee named xukun gave the correct answer, they made you promise them that you’ll let them hold the piglet later

which you obviously agreed to bc they were nearly just as cute at the piglet and you couldn’t resist ngl

the first group went smoothly enough

it wasn’t until the second group that made you want to scReAm

these boys were giving you straight up heart attacks jfc

ruibin nearly poked the piglet’s eye out, chaoze beat the top of the hidden box like a bongo and chengcheng smacked the back of the box to scare the really cute tall trainee whose name you have yet to know

it was zhengting ofc

ziyi and linong had to hold you back from going off and passing out bc of chengcheng tho LMAO

you didn’t know it but zhengting was wondering what your name was too and kept sneaking glances your way

at first sight he was floored by how soft you looked when you were attending to whatever was inside the box (which was covered from his view)

he felt his heart skip when you greeted him with a shy smile

even though he knew he had a soulmate somewhere in the world, he lowkey hoped that it was you

when it came to his turn to put his hand in the box, you decided to tease him and joined the other trainees in trying to freak him out more

“be careful! it’ll bite you if you reach in like that!”

“it’ll be really bad if you end up scaring it!”

“oh no! watch out for the spikes!”

“ahhhhhhh, you’re so mean! don’t be like this!” zhengting whined, clutching his hand to his chest

you couldn’t help but laugh loudly bc how can one person be so freaking cute ?? your heart might combust tbh

zhengting swore he heard angels singing at the sound of your laugh

he was still scared shitless tho

“alright it’s time to make your final guesses!”

“let me guess again... pig”

you clapped along with the other staff at zhengting’s answer, watching with a grin as the trainees fawned excitedly over the tiny animal

“can i hug it?” you heard zhengting ask, looking over to you for your permission with eager eyes

you nodded happily as the boys swarmed around you and watched you carefully pick up the piglet from the box and place it into the waiting arms of zhengting

i’m not saying that zhengting kissing the piglet’s nose was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen (aside from him) but that’s exactly what i’m saying

seeing all of the boys’ happy expressions in this moment was enough to make the entire trip worth it for you

finally it was time to go and almost everyone cleared out of the room

except for a certain someone was still reluctant to let go of the tiny pig

“you must really like him a lot,” you said, walking over to where he was standing

“does he have a name?” he questioned, cradling the piglet to his chest

“nope. i haven’t given him one yet, but i was half-tempted to name him after my soulmate”

you saw zhengting’s expression drop a little before smiling again. “oh? what’s your soulmate’s name?”

“it’s zhu zhengting”

he nearly dropped the poor pig out of shock omg

someone save him pls

“that’s... that’s me..??”

it was your turn to be shook as you saw him carefully lift his sweater sleeve to reveal your full name written neatly on his wrist

“no freaking way”

zhengting carefully placed the pig in his carrier before throwing his arms around you and yanking you to his chest in a tight embrace

he was so happy that he started jumping like an excited bunny

“i can’t believe i got to meet two cuties today: a baby pig and my soulmate!”

“...you’re only calling me cute just so that you can see the piglet again”

“oops you caught me”

you playfully hit him but can’t help but return his grin bc wow you lucked out by having this bub as your soulmate

imagine having zhengting as the person you were destined to be with forever

now add raising a tiny little piglet together

bonus points if he refers to the little piggy as his and your child

bye i’m crying

[thesewomenrulemyworld]

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A Past In The Nile: Part 2

Jungkook x Reader

Ancient Egypt au, mystery au, Fantasy au

Word count: 2,256

Summary: Fresh out of high school you go on a trip to Egypt with your friend just to witness an ancient corpse be brought back to life.

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You were on your way into the city, earlier you declared that you wanted to go home as soon as possible and refused to stay in the hot sandy place after what had just happened. Your entire being was shocked from the realization that all of the crazy things going on were a reality and not just something pulled out of a mythology book or some old folk lore story waiting to be told. It was all real.

Jimin tried his best to convince you to stay adding a “No matter where you go, he will always find you.” But you weren’t having any of it. And of course someone had to pry Jungkook away from you, well maybe more than just one person, but in the end the mission was a success.

Jin placed down your luggages in the hotel room, with a grunt

“Okay, so your all set and your flight leaves tomorrow at 12:00.”

“Thanks Jin. I really appreciate it.”

“It was no problem, have a safe trip.”

You bid Jin goodbye, making sure that the door was closed completely. You were extremely thankful to him for taking the time to get you all settled and ready to fly home instead of you having to do it all by yourself. You turned around and instantly jumped out of your skin at the intruder standing in front of the window facing you with a curious expression adorning his features. How the hell did Jungkook get into your room? You just booked the room and it took you hours to get into the city from the camping site so how did he get here so fast?

Jungkook began to take small steps towards you as your feet stayed rooted to floor. Your mind blanked and you didn’t know what to do as the boy came closer and closer.

“(y/n), my love, Why have you been trying so hard to stay astray from me?”

He spoke softly and you could feel his warm breath on your skin causing your body to break out into goose bumps. You flicked your head up to look into his eyes, registering his question, but still trying to piece together how he got here in the first place. You opened your mouth and closed it not a second later, there was no way that you could answer his question. It was meant for the you in the pass from a few thousand years ago and this was a whole new different you framed from things of the present.

“Have I done something wrong?” He asked, his eyes trained on you, you shook your head

“You frighten me.....I-I mean you were just dead and now your here alive and breathing.” you took in a deep breathe “That is nowhere near normal.”

“Do you wish not to see me because of that. It is your culture, you’ve witnessed these things many times before, you grew up around these happenings.”

“NO I HAVE NOT JUNGKOOK......... maybe in a past life but in this life time I have not.” you met his eyes with a sorrowful look as he stared at you in confusion “I’m sorry Jungkook but I am not the Bektamun that you once knew.”

“But you were supposed to be mummified with me, we were to awake together. Something is not right, if you have been born again then that shall mean that.” Jungkook rambled on before pausing as sudden realization struck him, his breathing began to grow loud and uneven, his eyes holding strong emotion

“NO, NO, IT CAN’T BE.” wrapping you into his arms he let out an endless string of apologies, the panic rising in his voice. For some odd reason the emotion that he was portraying began to seep into you. Warm salty droplets of tears ran down your face, as you felt apologetic also, as if you had betrayed him and were terribly sorry. But for what? You returned his embrace softly sobbing into his chest and as time passed by the both of you calmed down. Jungkook pulled back staring deep into your eyes for a few minutes before he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, your eyes fluttering closed.

“Im sorry (y/n).”

You opened your eyes and when you did he was gone. Great not only have you witnesses a bad man come back to life, who you apparently have a history with, but the dead man has some type of teleportation powers. You climbed up onto your bed, laying down to where you faced the ceiling, stuck in deep thought.

A lanky boy with longer legs than yours at the time, who could be no older than twelve was chasing after you and you giggled as you ran away from him, trying your best not to get caught. Eventually you lost sight of the boy and decided to hide behind on of the big wooden crates filled with fruit, silently you let soft chuckles slip past your lips as you waited for the boy to walk past your hiding spot “There you are” you heard from behind you and turned to be met with the same boy that was chasing after you. Letting out a loud squeal, you hop up and begin to dart away from the boy. Not even a minute passed before almost large arms wrap around your waist, causing you to howl out in laughter

“Gotcha (y/n).” was what the boy called out as you went limp in his arms

“Ahh Taehyung, you caught me.” Taehyung beamed “Now, for my reward?”

“Oh, right” you leaned down and gave the boy a peck on the cheek, which caused the him to flush red and smile uncontrollably

“ (Y/N)!!!!!!! TAEHYUNG!!!!.” The both of you looked up in the direction in which the voice came from. A girl who appeared to be in her teens ran up to the both of you “(y/n), your parents have requested to see the both of you now.”

You turn to Taehyung and give a smirk before sprinting off towards your parents “LAST ONE THERE HAS TO GIVE THE WINNER A PIGGY BACK RIDE.”

“HEY, NO FAIR.”

You sat at an isolated table located in the far back of the library, books revolving around ancient Egypt and its traditions splayed out all over the table. You were trying your best to piece together what was going on in your life at this point in time but every time you did, you would wind up even more confused than you were before. It had been a week since you last seen your ‘mummy lover’ but instead of the relief that you initially thought you would feel you for some odd reason felt disappointed, you were thirsty for knowledge and you felt as if something extreme was missing.

 You huffed in irritation no matter how many times you dived in to the endless sea of books in search for information you would always come to shore lacking the material that you were searching for. You knew that you wouldn’t find anything in the books or the internet for that matter, which is what led you to where you were right now, standing in front of Park Jimin’s door. Since the incident in Egypt you tried your best to to avoid the soft eyed guy but in the end you knew that you would run back to confide in the man, He was always there treating and caring for you as if you were his younger sister. On the first knock the door swung open and you immediately jumped into jimin’s arms, The blonde haired boy holds you into a hold, giving a small chuckle.

“Ahh (y/n), how have you been?”

“Jimin I wanna know whats going on, i’m so confused and it’s killing me.”

Jimin hands you a glass of water as you sit down on the couch to face him on the couch across from you. His home was very cozy the ice grey walls trimmed in mocha giving the place  a warm feeling while also being very aesthetic. This matched hime perfectly.

“Well I don’t know what exactly happened with you and Jungkook but from what I do know is that you were supposed the mummified with him and the both of you were to awake together other than that the rest is to your memories, Have they started yet?”

“They started in Egypt. But how is this whole situation even possible?”

“Look (y/n), I know this is a lot to take in.” Jimin started, shifted his position from leaning back on the couch to lean forward and continued “We are what most people would call mythical, we’re human but not quite.”

your mouth gaped “You too?” He nodded “I promise once all of the memories come everything will start making sense, just give it time-”

“(y/n)?” Jungkook calls out walking towards both you and jimin to join you in the cozy living room. You inwardly start to panic, butterflies going crazy in your stomach as your chest tightens, you purse your lips and try to calm yourself down. You were not ready to face him yet. Your breathe starts to come out ragged and when did the room get so hot? The room starts to spin, the next emotion you feel is fear, it’s shortly lived but its still there and next theres anger, anger at yourself for reacting like this. You could faintly hear some are you okays and callings of your name being thrown around but you were to immersed in your whirlwind of emotions to notice.

 An ear piercing scream shoots throughout the room, bouncing off of the walls and reverberating around the room. White clouds your vision before your vision refocuses and as soon as you come back to your senses you see that everything in the room is floating above the ground your crouched on the floor while Jimin and Jungkook stand there in shock, shooting each other a look. The objects that levitate above the ground in which they belong rotate in slow circles with no intention of coming down to their respective spots anytime soon. The pair that are currently recovering from their initial shock then proceed to focus their attention back onto you 

“(y/n), I’m gonna need you to calm down.” Jimin’s soft voice spoke “What is going on? What’s wrong with me.” You question, your voice cracking as each word slips past your lips. A crack of thunder sounds with a dramatic ‘BOOM’ and rain begins to pour heavily with a few flashes of lightening flashing from here and there.

“Nothings wrong with you (y/n) every things okay.”

You feel large arms wrap around you and it doesn’t take much for you to immediately know that its Jungkook. You break and sobs escape your mouth, salty tears roll down your cheeks and you confide in him, let yourself be held by the dead but alive boy. For some odd reason his touch is soothing you, letting you know that he is there for you. He’s warm, he’s breathing, he has emotions, you can feel him, he’s real, and he’s definitely alive. Although you don’t know why you got so worked up just from seeing him, his presence seems to calm you down in no time and soon all of the objects that were once floating in the air and defying the laws of gravity tumble down, landing on the flat wooden surface with loud thumps and clattering. Which leaves the once cozy living room in a mess with an array of things strewn across the floor. The storm outside carries on. 

You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting there in that same position with Jungkook, but when you look up you see a less than impressed Jimin locking eyes with Jungkook before he shouts out “JUNGKOOK NOOO!!!!” But it’s too late. Now your in in a room lit by a few candles hanging up on the copper brown walls. “Jungkook, Where are we?” You stand up hastily observing your surroundings

“Were at home.” You turned to face him a look of disbelief etched onto your features “I’m not quite finished with the adjustments yet, but i’ll have it done in no time and we can live here together comfortably.”

“Jungkook, This is really sweet of you but I cant stay here.”

“Why not?” he frowned “Do you dislike my presence to that extent? you used to love me so much” he looked down to face the ground, sadness laced in his voice as he whispered out the last part

“Jungkook I-”

“Have you even gotten all of your memories back yet?”

“No, I have not, but I-” you tried to speak but he kept cutting you off “You need to stay here, your just now regaining your powers and you don’t know how to control them.”

“No, Jungkook I don’t need to stay here and I honestly do not wish to do so.”

“(y/n), why are you so adamant on avoiding me?I just want to love you. Why wont you let me love you?”

“Cause thats not how things work Jungkook. I’M NOT YOURS, I don’t even know you.”

You know your words hurt him, you could feel it seeping into the atmosphere. He wore it clear on his face until that hurt turned into an entirely different emotion: Irritation. “Fine” He huffed out, grabbing your arm and then you were back in Jimin’s wrecked living room with no sign of Jungkook anywhere. The storm outside was still going on strong, The hard pats of water hitting the glass of the window and the, loud thumps of thunder roaring aloud just like your emotions

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