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dadsbongos · 3 years

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*bows down to you* I would like to know your despair arc headcanons for antag reader! Literally love antag reader so much 😳

ahhhhhh nonny please let me treat you to my adoration, i can’t thank you enough for asking me about my despair arc hcs for antag reader

Request for: Fuck it, not even Hajime anymore it’s just antag reader. Girlboss moment Warnings: fuckin despair arc tings lmao there’s a lot to deal with, face cutting, abuse (emotional, mental, physical) cuz hi junko enoshima, manipulation cuz hi junko enoshima, self mutilation/harm, mikan/junko toxicity, gore, vomiting ~~~

Headcanons:

🐇Okay so I’ve said it before but!! 🐇She was in that toxic relationship between Mikan and Junko 🐇Junko would make her and Mikan compete for any and all affections just to cause them both despair (which even if “won”, was still denied) 🐇And then anytime she could, Junko would just absolutely berate (Y/n)’s looks and talent, calling the Ultimate Copycat a “fake talent” and “just stealing” 🐇So after Junko died, (Y/n) found her body and cut off portions of her face and replaced them with patches of Junko to “be more like her Despair” 🐇She would find people who wanted to fight for hope and take them in, insisting that she was on their side and would lead them to her house for “safety” 🐇Then she’d just restrain them with Mikan so they could perform experiments and surgeries on them together 🐇Definitely helps Kazuichi build his bigger machines, using the more intelligence she has to make better plans for what they’ll do with them 🐇I imagine that as a copycat antag, she’s got a shitload of charisma so she prolly just gets a load of followers 🐇I’m not saying it’s a cult… but 🐇Probably was the influencer for Nagito’s decision to become Servant 🐇Since he was already serving her all the time pre-despair he decided to join the WOH as their servant 🐇As for when she got captured by the Future Foundation… 🐇Was probably one of the harder ones to capture like Nekomaru and Gundham since she could be the Ultimate at almost anything she wanted 🐇When being interrogated by the Future Foundation she was probably smug and cocky af 🐇A solid match for Byakuya, no joke 🐇Maybe worse, like at least he sort of mellowed out with responsibility 🐇Keeps her mouth tightly shut until they mention anything about her face or Mikan 🐇Because as much as she doesn’t truly romantically love Mikan, she’s not even sure she loved Junko, she does care about the nurse very deeply 🐇So it’s when they mention having captured her that they get any sign of emotion other than cockiness 🐇When they say they have Nagito, that also gets them some words from her 🐇But if they say anything about her face, she has a little breakdown and throws a fit about how she’s better than everyone else in the room and she could kill them all if she wanted and she’s more beautiful than any of them could ever dream to be 🐇Didn’t get the chance to help Izuru release Junko into the Neoworld Program, but definitely would have if she could

Stories:

“Would you kill for me?” Junko murmured, bringing a hand up to caress (Y/n)’s cheek, rubbing her thumb over the bone, “Would you die for me?”

“I would!” she cried hysterically, tears already streaming down her face, “Please, say it! Please, just say it! I would do anything for you, please, just love me… I love you! I love you! Just love me, please…”

Her brows furrowed, bringing her gentle touch back to whip the copycat in the face with a backhand slap, “You’re so ugly, a little piggy ripe for the slaughter.”

Sobs pulled at (Y/n)’s convulsing body as she heaved on the ground. Her throat closed and dried up, chest burning and stomach churning until she finally felt her gag reflex trigger. She spat out stomach acids as she wept over a love that was never hers.

“God, you’re so nasty,” Junko kicked her in the ass, knocking her down into her own puke, “Get out and don’t come back until I command.”

“Love me… love me… love me… please… I beg you…!”

“Do you think if I crushed my hand, Junko would care?”

“No.”

“Sonia wouldn’t care if you crushed yours.”

Kazuichi’s eyes flickered from his work to (Y/n), “I know.”

“It’d be…”

“Despairful?”

“Absolutely morbid,” her tone was breathy, a grin easing up over her lips and heart beating faster as she set aside the half-finished Monokuma and pressed her hand onto the metal desk, raising her heavy wrench above her head.

Kazuichi was quick to copy the moves, eyes wide in anticipation and muscles twitching as his brain desperately tried sending the signals for him to stop.

“One…”

“Two…”

“Three!”

Screams echoed in the warehouse following the sickening crunch of bones under the torturous weight of their wrenches. Kazuichi looked at the girl through his tears, “Again?”

In the midst of her agonized cries, she nodded, blubbering about how horrific the pain was, “Yes, yes, again!”

And so, the countdown started once again.

“One, two, three!”

More bones broken, more pain blasting through their hands for their beloveds to reject everything they were. For the loves they held so dear to look upon them and their injuries and roll their eyes - because they were meaningless in their loves’ eyes.

And that was the despair they craved.

Nagito held out his chain, grimacing when it was Izuru who took it rather than (Y/n) before shoving that hatred back into his chest. Izuru may be a despair-filled faker with no real talent he’d been born with, but he himself, Nagito Komaeda - Servant - was worse.

He wasn’t worth the air in his lungs. Not even human garbage as he was barely passable as a human being.

Then, his eyes traveled once again to (Y/n). His dearest and closest friend.

Izuru may have had more talents mastered, but she was natural. She was genuine and had taken the time to master her Ultimate herself while Izuru had them all planted inside his brain as if he had a right to them at all. It was like watching a slacker get all the credit that a hard-worker had already done. Infuriating.

He wished to see (Y/n) ascend into hope once more, he truly believed she could pave the way above everyone else. She had to. She was better than everyone else, it was up to her to return them to hope, once she realized hope for herself.

He believed in her and her hope - once Enoshima’s metaphorical hands were ripped from her spirit.

And he liked to think she had fresh patches of skin that weren't hers, still red around the scars and peeling, were there for the same reason he had a new hand that wasn’t his.

“She’s so much like Byakuya,” Makoto mumbled, watching through the glass as their newest captured Despair, (Y/n) (L/n), tapped her nails against the table her hands were chained to.

“First that troublesome imposter and now her, who do they think they are? They’re not even near being worthy of the Togami name.”

Kyoko scanned the girl, “She was screaming at the guards earlier when they pointed out the scars and patches on her face. Perhaps bringing it up again will get her to talk about some things.”

“We…” Makoto stopped, shivering at the memory of Junko Enoshima’s corpse when they’d found it on the side of the road outside their old school. Patches missing from a bloodied, pulpy face, “We already know what happened. What more could you want her to talk about?”

“Maybe she knows where some of her classmates are.”

“The nurse freaked out when we mentioned her, maybe if we bring Mikan up to (Y/n), she’ll have a similar reaction,” the Ultimate Hope offered up.

Nodding, Kyoko turned towards the door into the interrogation room, “It’s worth a shot.”

Five minutes was all they got, Makoto Naegi said. He was compassionate and understanding and so sweet. Of course, he’d set up a meeting between the lovers who didn’t know if they ever really loved each other.

Mikan was always unusually cold and smelled of lavender with a hint of vanilla, her hands were soft and her lips a lovely shade of pink.

Now, as (Y/n) held the nurse’s hand over the interrogation table and basked in her presence, she could feel how much she’d changed in despair. She was still cold but now she reeked of dirt and blood, no matter how many showers she’d taken. Her lips were much paler; dry and cracked. Hands rough and calloused.

“They told me you took her womb.”

“You took her face.”

“You’ll bear her children?”

“You’ll bear her beauty?”

It was always a fight. It was always a competition. For more. For love. For the affection and attention they’d been deprived of all their lives.

“Have you… tried conceiving?”

There was silence. Mikan looked down at the table and then back up at (Y/n).

Her skin was no longer peeling along the jagged incision sites but her scars were infecting when she’d been taken in and it was obvious. They were puffy and oozed every so often.

She looked back down.

“With who?”

Shaking her head, Mikan tightened her grip on the girl’s hand.

“Why didn’t you get me to do the skin graft?”

“You were probably busy.”

“I would’ve done it anyway. I’d done Fuyuhiko’s eye.”

There was more silence. Stiffness building in the girls’ bodies the longer their quietness buzzed in the room.

“Am I still beautiful…?” it was rare to see vulnerability in (Y/n).

“Almost like our beloved herself.” it was rare to hear a lie from Mikan.

It wasn’t the scars or the blood or the skin patches, it was the act of how she’d gotten them. Scars and patches didn’t make a person ugly, but stealing pieces of a dead woman’s face and using them as your own did.

#antag reader #sdr2 x reader #mikan tsumiki x reader #junko x reader #nagito x reader #anon chatter :)

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mostfacinorous · 3 years

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GO Whumptober Day 28: Such Wow. Many Normal. Very Oops. [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]

The cause of the freezing, humans determined, was either merely ‘nature’ or ‘the growing climate crisis’, depending on whether the person speaking believed in that sort of thing. Either way, everyone could agree that it was unusual to unheard of, and no one much appreciated it.

It had eased off a bit, though-- still frozen, so the snow and ice was sticking around, but the wind had died off and the snow was no longer coming down in buckets, for which they were all very grateful.

The Bentley remained where she’d been parked since that first attempted afternoon out, and the plowed mountain behind her only grew ever higher and ever thicker.

Much like their American cousins from years prior, local heads of council had to remind their followers not to jump out of upper floor windows and into the snow, for fear of cars lurking underneath, and injuries that could and would result from such foolishness.

It didn’t fully stop it from happening, but it might have deterred an idiot or two.

Fortunately, neither Crowley nor Aziraphale was particularly interested in jumping out of windows.

There were, however, interested in having a bit of a walk, as it had warmed up enough to allow for it again, and they were feeling a little cooped up.

And so they packed their cocoa and coffee into a couple of thermoses-- carefully color coordinated in black and lightest blue tartan, so as to never be confused with The Thermos, of which they did not speak-- and headed to the park for a bit of time in the watery grey sun of London in winter.

The streets were clear enough to walk on safely and carefully, but the path round the lake was only worn down by others’ feet, and the snow had been trampled enough to have turned to mud, then frozen back to ice in places, making their usual habit of walking and talking more dangerous.

They had decided, after God’s admonition about getting closer, to try and keep their time apart to a minimum. This suited them both quite well, considering the trials and tribulations they’d faced of late, and it was delightful to finally have an excuse to be around one another that neither side could really argue with. After all, not being near Aziraphale when God arrived had put Crowley out of commission for days, and if he had been close, She may not have come at all. Thwarting at its finest, on both sides of the line.

And so, if they held hands to help steady one another, there wasn’t anything Heaven nor Hell could do about it, short of shaking their heads with disgust.

“I miss the ducks.” Crowley said suddenly, interrupting the silence that had descended as their last conversational topic had waned.

“Do you?” Aziraphale asked, surprised. “You always treat them quite poorly; I thought you disliked them.”

“I do not!” Crowley protested. “I play with them. Same as how they play with one another, innit?”

Aziraphale held his thoughts on the matter. He did glance out across the lake, though.

“I wonder how firmly frozen it is. Do you suppose they will be able to ice skate on it, after a storm like that?”

Crowley tilted his head and looked out over the ice.

“At least a couple of ‘em are gonna give it a go. Look.” He nodded off near the high reeds, where the ducks liked to put their eggs come spring, and where a few children appeared to be slipping off their shoes, with plans of skating over the ice in their stockings.

“Heavens.” Aziraphale said. “Perhaps we ought to do something to stop them.” He began heading in that direction, a little too far off to be heard if he yelled.

“Bit too late for that, Angel!” He heard as Crowley raced past him, realizing as he did that he’d pressed his mobile into Aziraphale’s hands. He looked up to see a child take off from the edge straight towards the middle of the pond-- and promptly fall through the ice and into the waters below.

“Bugger.” Aziraphale muttered under his breath.

Crowley was fast, faster than the other children, even, and he shouted for them to stay as he slid on his stomach towards the hole in the ice.

Aziraphael fumbled with the phone for a spare moment, then got a call in to emergency services. “Hello, yes, I am in St. james’ park, just north of the playground on the birdcage side of the lake-- a child has fallen through the ice and my partner has gone in after them. No, no, I can’t see-- they’ve surfaced. Please send help, I’m going to give you to a child now.”

Aziraphale handed the phone off to the young girl who was standing by, mouth agape.

“Help them find us, please.” He told her, a touch of miracle in his voice to give her the courage she needed to do the job, and then he turned to the lake.

“Crowley?” He called to the man who was clutching at the ice with inhumanly sharp talons that had sprouted from his fingers while he held a boy between his chest and the rim of the hole. “What can I do to help?” Aziraphale asked.

Crowley had lost his glasses, and his eyes were wide.

“Don’t come out on the ice- it’s not gonna hold.” Even as he spoke, his fingers on one hand went crashing through the surface, sending them both bobbing as the boy cried out.

“Tail!” Aziraphale shouted, hoping Crowley had enough presence of mind to handle the change. He had always been a better swimmer while serpentine, and perhaps, that done--

He saw the moment that Crowley gained the advantage and they became a little steadier in the water.

“Now then-- if you have to, put him on your back, and break the ice away between you and the shore until you can climb out safely!”

Aziraphale felt next to useless, but he supposed at least one of them had a mind that was not freezing or panicking, and thus was able to assist that way.

“You hear that?” He heard Crowley mumbling comfortingly to the boy. “I’m going to give you a piggy ride now. You hold on tightly, understand? And I’ll soon have us out of here.”

Aziraphale watched, fretting terribly as Crowley helped the boy to climb around on the other side of him, and then began the process of smashing through the ice with his claws.

Aziraphale turned around and saw the fire brigade approaching, an ambulance in tow, and turned back to warn Crowley to hide his transformations.

“The Rescuers are here-- it won’t be long now!” He tried to make it sound hopeful and not as though he was playing supernatural lookout. It seemed to work, though, as the first of them reached him and clapped a hand on his back.

“You’re the caller?” She asked, and Aziraphale nodded, pointing as he accepted Crowley’s phone back from her.

“They’re nearly to the edge,” He added helpfully, though there was a dark and obvious trail of broken ice that marked how far they’d come.

“We’ve got them.” She promised, and waved for backup.

A small army of men and women ran down to the river’s edge to lift the boy off of Crowley’s back as he final grabbed hold of solid land, and Aziraphale managed to shoulder his way through them to reach down and grasp Crowley’s hands.

“There you are, you brave, stupid fool.” He said, pulling him up and onto land and into his arms.

Crowley was shaking with cold, and he had already partially soaked through Aziraphale’s clothing when the team brought them emergency blankets.

“Come on now, let’s get you out of your clothes and warming up.” One of the men instructed.

Aziraphale turned to be sure the boy was receiving the same sort of care; he was already in someone’s thermals.

“Alright.” Crowley agreed, surprising Aziraphale. He was looking straight at the angel, though, not at the humans who were trying to shuffle him off to the trucks for treatment. “Stay with me?” He asked, almost a plea, and Aziraphale knew it was only partially to help him fend off discovery. The other part was God and the unspoken threat of having saved a human life-- and what Hell might do to him for it.

“Of course. Let me help him-- he’s ah, special needs.”

“Alright.” The officials were quick to agree, with the tiniest nudge from Aziraphale. “The parents are on their way, I’m sure they’ll want to talk to you and we’ll need to take down statements for our reports after.”

“Of course.” Aziraphale said again. “If you can just fetch us some dry clothing for him--”

He sent them scurrying, and turned back to Crowley.

“Shall we get out of here before they come back, my dear? Make a run for it?”

Crowley, still shivering as if his bones intended to shake out of his skin, grinned back at Aziraphale.

“Best idea you’ve had all day, Angel.”

They booked it, making it out of sight before Aziraphale dried Crowley with a miracle and warmed him with another.

The walk home was almost anticlimactic, after all that.

“Ohh… I dropped the thermoses!” Aziraphale lamented, and Crowley huffed.

“Shall we stop by that little teashop up near Piccadilly?” He offered.

“Oh, let’s. I suppose you could do with something warm to drink anyway.”

“I wouldn’t object. And then home, to a fire and several blankets.” Crowley insisted. He paused, then added, “Thank you, by the way. I saw the boy and didn’t think-- I ought to keep you around, have you keep doing that for me, when needed.”

Aziraphale bumped their shoulders together.

“You’ll be hard pressed to get rid of me, you’ll find, if you keep pulling stunts like that.”

Their usual routine resumed, they made their way towards the tea shop, and home, and left the humans to wonder why they had run, why the boy was swearing the man who’d saved him was a mermaid, and how the hell someone had happened to miraculously be in the right place at the right time to stop childish stupidity from turning tragic.

It was, all in all, a rather successful outing.

#GO Whumptober2020 #Whumptober #Good Omens Fic #GOFic #Crowley #Aziraphale #crowley is good with kids #Ineffable Husbands #that writing thing I do

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lalunepink · 4 years

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Faux Pas

There is no doubt certain people weave fate through their own accord. They chase their dreams and make them into realities because that's how these images solidify. A little sandbox for them to play in, where they can be happy doing the things they love.

It is a joyous thought, but Adonis has challenged that assumption his entire life. Living as an average Filipino, he didn't get a kick out of things. Every day he perches at a stall near his father's home and sells little treats for the youth that come across. He waters the plants in his papa's garden since he is too busy at work. He buys charcoal to roast the fish caught by his papa earlier, doing the same mundane tasks every day of his life.Truthfully, Adonis wants to sing and dance his days away. He doesn't want to end up as the grumpy old man his father became after he departed from Korea. He could see himself in his shoes, which terrified the 16-year-old.

Noticing the scene of dance and singing in South Korea, he plans his travel. He finances a trip and keeps every peso in his pocket and into his piggy bank. By nineteen, he books a flight to Seoul and leaves the Philippines without informing his father and with only an abrupt notice to his friend Chesa.

Two years later, Adonis is equipped with the skills he lacked prior. He speaks a good amount of Korean, reads Hangul with ease, and can sing as good as his peers. All he needs is to wait a bit longer.

Nam Seungmin, CEO of Virgo Entertainment, comes into the door one sunny morning. He removes people who won’t make the cut, but oddly enough, he eyes Adonis with a prideful smirk.

“You are no longer a trainee. You will practice with J’EUNESSE from this day forth.”

He enters Room 21, Floor B, the practice room of J’EUNESSE. He meets Sousuke, Siwoo, and Minho, but the person who sticks out is Daehyun. He must be the most thoughtful person Adonis has met. They chat for a while about the company and Adonis learns a lot. He speaks with a poise foreign to Adonis, and he cannot help but feel pulled in.

Sousuke watches the scene unfold and his brows crease at the interaction. Is Daehyun being friendly?

They reach the apartment south of Virgo Entertainment. Although claustrophobic, it is cozy enough. He lies on his side of the bed and thoughts trickle his mind. Adonis couldn't help but think of his family at home. Things must be different nowadays, especially that he's gone. He always knew he wanted a life like this, but it's a lot different from what he expected.

One day after a long talk with Manager Seok about their schedule, Sousuke goes downstairs to cook a meal for himself. But hearing the sizzling of oil he tiptoes toward the kitchen. He sees Daehyun with a plate of soft tofu stew, a side of homemade coleslaw, and a bowl of fried rice. Gawking at the scene, he feels jealousy creep in.

“You never cook me anything, much more serve it in a platter! I thought I was your friend, Daehyun!”

“I just want to cook for the boy and I'm assuming there isn't anything wrong with that.”

“He's really changing you, isn't he?”

Sousuke continues to observe those little details that make up a friendship, and in that way, he accepts the changes Daehyun is going through. His eyes were open to the idea, but things turn sour for no apparent reason; it is as if a switch was flipped. Daehyun stops walking Adonis to Manager Seok’s room; he doesn’t look for him anymore, and he doesn’t even talk to him. Sousuke sees everything with a knowing eye, and that's when he realizes he has to do something about it.

Adonis realizes fairy tales don’t exist, but something in his brain says the story hasn’t ended yet. It probably did, but he was always stubborn when it comes to happiness.

Adonis looks at his band preparing for their Comeback Stage.

“You guys are up next!” Manager Seok yells across the door.

They go onstage and after formal introductions, La Dolce Vita plays. It is reminiscent of tropical house tones and is modern but sleek from Daehyun’s production. After the second drop, it’s Adonis’s turn. He holds his deepest breath and lets the notes soar away, but not an ounce of joy is felt. Something is off.

Their performance ends and Daehyun congratulates the others a job well done. When was the last time he treated him like that? He misses the way he smiles, the way he talks, and the way he makes him feel important. He misses everything.

“Youngho,” Sousuke calls him by his Korean name, “Follow me.”

They enter the dressing room and Sousuke talks.

“It’s been months since you last talked to Daehyun and a year since he turned colder. He was happiest when with you, so I assumed you guys would talk things out, but it has come to the point where your lies are so obvious no one believes you anymore.”

“Daehyun was one of the first people who cared,” Adonis answers, “He was there when I was at a low and when I was so guilty of leaving my family. He mended all those wounds and showed me what it was like to love someone. I'm enchanted by the idea, so let me hold onto it a little longer.”

“But the Daehyun you talk so fondly of is now gone! I don't know what happened to him but his personality went berserk. He's so weird these days that he cannot hold a normal conversation. Don't turn yourself crazy for a madman, it never ends well.”

“I know him much more than you ever will and I can definitively say that there is something going on. So don't paint him like that, he has his reasons.”

“And how long will you stop painting yourself as the culprit? You're going down the slope faster than you can ever imagine and it will be a miracle if you won't crash.”

When Sousuke leaves Adonis enters the restroom, staring at the mirror, observing how he looks paler and sicklier than before.

The boy is right, it’s Daehyun’s fault. He tolerated his irrational behavior even if he has done nothing wrong. He's going insane for no reason.

Adonis hears the door open. Daehyun stands on the doorframe, looking exceptionally handsome in newly dyed pink hair. His heart palpitates faster, his emotions pouring all at once, and with one fell swoop, Adonis falls in deep.

They enter a distant park far from the bustle of Seoul. When they sit on a long bench by the pond, a whole meadow of roses reveals itself. Adonis is enjoying the sight while he falls into a conversation. He becomes nervous.

“I came to Korea with the vision to be happy,” Adonis says, “That has been hard for the past few years and even harder since you came. You were just special and I could never give you up. I can feel that desire welling up within you. I know we want the same thing, so why do you keep making it so difficult?”

Adonis holds Daehyun’s hand tight, noticing the little fidgets, the tall build, and the little mole on his upper lip. He lets himself indulge in Daehyun, the man women want but never get. Pulling Daehyun’s chin closer and foreheads touching from the proximity, Adonis inches in like a bee to sweet nectar. But before they collide, his chest meets Daehyun's push.

“What was I doing?” Adonis says, “I’m sorry, I really am. Forget that ever happened.”

Three minutes of silence pass when Daehyun's phone vibrates. He pulls it out of his pocket and sees Manager Seok’s name. As they converse, Daehyun’s voice becomes louder.

Leaving abruptly, Adonis is shocked.

He walks in the opposing direction to where the apartment is. He couldn't help put everything into vivid detail. But when he arrives, he was taken aback from the newscasters and reporters littering the building, harassing Adonis with questions.

“Who were you with earlier?”

“What is your relationship with Choi Daehyun?”

A reporter pulls his phone up, showing a picture where the inch that separated him and Daehyun wasn't visible.

“Is this picture falsified?”

The blood on Adonis’s face drains.

He pushes the reporter away and wiggles into his apartment; questions fill his mind.

Soft tugs wake him from his slumber. He looks up to see Manager Seok's frown.

“Have you heard the news?”

Adonis nods in shame.

“We have to leave, Mr. Nam is waiting for you.”

They ride J’EUNESSE’s limousine. With nothing else to do, he listens to the radio.

“Moon Adonis of J’EUNESSE has been reportedly dating Choi Daehyun without Virgo Entertainment’s prior knowledge. Media outlets have gathered as many sources as possible, but only a single picture by the news reporter Lee Hyunah exists. It is likely the scandal is true, but we will wait for any further statements made by the company.”

Manager Seok turns the radio off.

Adonis could be at home, helping his papa and mama through poverty with Chesa. They'd go to new places, banter mindlessly, and eat at a carenderia; Aling Maria made the best Batchoy. He misses that life so much, where he had a reason to smile every day. He'd return later on if things don't go well.

Arriving near the building’s façade, reporters pile at the front of Virgo Entertainment, asking more questions concerning him and Daehyun. He stays silent, not wanting to feed the media.

“Mr. Moon, your CEO has requested you to answer me,” a reporter says, “Mr. Moon, Mr. Moon!”

Manager Seok tucks him away.

“I don't know what's wrong with the youth and all the foreign taboo they bring. You and your country are disgusting gays who infect other men like Daehyun. Please do us a favor and leave, we don't need people like you.”

When they enter, Adonis breaks down crying.

“What did I ever do to deserve this hell? I just wanted to be happy, so why does happiness seem to hate me so much?”

They enter Room 1, Floor F. and see Mr. Nam sitting around an oval table. On his left, they see Adonis’s bandmates with a mix of worry and confusion.

Adonis and Manager Seok find their places.

“You’ve started something that’s very difficult to fix,” Mr. Nam says, “Not only your band will suffer but also Virgo Entertainment. I’ll tell you straight up not to expect your stay to continue. The reason we’re here is to see if J’EUNESSE will meet the same fate. Please convince me otherwise, I’m as confused as everyone here.”

“I want to stay in this company to continue my dream,” Adonis says, “Give me another chance, I only acted out of impulse.”

The CEO frowns at the thought.

“We need to look through another perspective. I know you are a talented singer, I was the one who put you into J’EUNESSE four years ago, but not only did you violate our contract, you are now a threat to our company. There is good controversy and there’s the destructive type, and it doesn’t take much to realize which one this is.”

“When will it ever get better for people like him?” Sousuke says, “It may sound nonsensical, but happiness is love. The K-Pop industry is a place where dreams become a reality, it is where happiness thrives. It is the reason people like Youngho succeed, as they do not chase a monthly salary but work out of love. To let us split apart destroys the foundation of K-Pop, it makes us products instead of humans. It never gets better until someone decides that they should make a change.”

In his twenty-five years of work, this is the first time to hear such an absurdity. He wants to say something snarky in return but stops himself. In a monetary standpoint, it’s risky, but morally, Nam Seungmin questions himself for the first time.

He interrogates Adonis who vividly details last night. It seems hopeless and he can’t do much. Two hours later he has had enough, he needs the other side of the story.

“Everyone dismissed, except for Daehyun.”

When the room empties, Daehyun sits in front of Mr. Nam.

“Did you initiate the kiss?”

“I'm pretty sure I didn't. I saw how it unfolded and I know what happened.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“I have never been certain of anything else.”

“If so, I have one more thing to tell you before I leave you be. You must learn to accept the event as part of your life because it will keep on recurring on interviews, magazines, and the media that involves you. The team will teach you phrases to avoid a slip-up; one more and I’ll fire you. Or, you can wait for this to fade away at home. It’s much easier than the latter.”

Daehyun relays his thoughts immediately.

“I had a dream to make music, and it took seven years before it became true. Never would I have thought K-Pop would be my breakthrough, but I have a band that cares for me and I have a dream to live.”

“I respect that decision, but it isn’t for Adonis. I have to let him go, but it’d be best if you’d tell him before me. It will make it more personal. And tell him to visit me afterward, we have some things to discuss.”

Daehyun looks for Adonis by the lobby and sees him alone, doing nothing in particular. He doesn’t enjoy being the bearer of bad news, so he stalls the inevitable, mistakenly by a lament.

“I’m sorry for being the worst person for you, but I want you back in any way I can. I still remember those days when we would lie on your bed and talk about anything you’d like. When worked tired me, you’d always cheer me up with your cute criticisms of our work ethic; I finished our first album because of that. You changed me as a person, and I should never have let you go. Can we start from the beginning?”

That’s when Adonis’s faucet of emotion turns.

“I always think of what had happened, but so much time has passed. It’s been a year since we last talked, months when I realized something was wrong, and only recently I couldn’t help but cry about it. I am a wreck because of you. Give me the reason you threw it away; it won’t disappoint me anymore.”

Daehyun isn’t shocked, he expects this response.

“I’m sorry for stalling, but that’s not why I’m here. You’re out of the band and Mr. Nam also called you to his office.”

“I expected you to tell me, but I guess you're too proud to.”

He leaves Daehyun and enters Mr. Nam’s room.

“Did Daehyun tell you already?”

Adonis nods.

“I have booked you a flight to the Philippines, bring your passport on the way. Thank you for working in this company, I hope a brighter future awaits you.”

He returns to the apartment to retrieve his things. He bids his farewells to his members, especially Sousuke, who might've changed the verdict of Mr. Nam.

But only as he boards the plane does the pain unfold. Maybe at another time, he would live in a fairy tale where things went right. There, he loved Daehyun with the feeling reciprocated; he was happy without limitations.

Hours after the flight, he lands in Manila. He walks the familiar roads to reach Chesa’s home not too far from the airport. He knocks on her gate like old times.

“Kuya, is that you?” she says in Filipino, “Oh my. Papa, look! Kuya Adonis is here!”

Adonis’s father, who is visiting Chesa’s parents, exits the house and is greeted by his son's gummy smile. He unlatches the gate and gives him the biggest hug.

You can’t control who you love no matter the circumstance. Adonis didn’t want to fall for Daehyun, but things took an unexpected route and decided otherwise. His father, including Chesa, haven’t heard about Adonis in five years, but here they are talking as if a single day hasn’t passed. It’s the context that decides if what makes you smile, live, and be happy is a faux pas, but sometimes you commit it through the same principles.

The story spreads far and wide throughout Korea. It leads to a massive outrage, but Mr. Nam handles the problem well. From that, the story of Adonis and Daehyun becomes the stuff of whispers, a tale of hopeless youth that dented Korean media.

Adonis has adjusted ever since that day. He lives a happy life with Chesa and his family, finding a new job as a singer for clubs and side projects. What’s even better is that sometimes he could finally walk in public without a face mask.

J’EUNESSE arrives at the Philippines as part of their world tour. Through Sousuke, Adonis gets to meet the band and to ask Daehyun for the right to move on. He knows this would be the only way he will find peace within himself.

The boy bids farewell to Chesa and walks to the back of the stadium, seeing Manager Seok's smile.

“Sousuke’s still resting inside, give him a few minutes.”

Against Manager Seok’s own judgment, he feels a nudge on his right shoulder. He sees Sousuke wearing a smile.

“How are you, Youngho?” Sousuke says, “You didn't change at all, but you do look a lot brighter. Found a girl, perhaps?”

Adonis laughs, “No, I did not, but enough about me. Look at you, guys! You know, I never expected this from the band and I am actually very proud.”

“Are you doing better?” Sousuke changes the topic, “You were quite devastated last time, and I know you always tell me you are but you never did face-to-face.”

Was Adonis fine? He still thinks of Daehyun from time to time, in his own little way, and he remembers the feeling of his heart attempting an escape.

“No, I have not,” Adonis lies, “Things are different these days.”

“Good, because I don't want a retelling of the event years ago. It pained me so much watching you, and how it ended didn't sit well with me at all. Although, I wish for your satisfaction. I always wanted you to be happy so please continue to be. Anyway, if what you're about to do is how you'll cope who am I to judge? Daehyun’s at the foyer. Be civil.”

“Hyung, I promise.”

As Adonis leaves, it dawns to Sousuke that this might be a recipe for disaster. He looks distressed, nearly regretting his choices.

After five minutes of constant worry he eyes Manager Seok.

“I’m barging in. I don’t care anymore.”

When Adonis reaches the foyer, he sees Daehyun looking as clean and handsome as before, still a cutout from Adonis’s dreams. Maybe he shouldn’t have done this when he’s still hopelessly in love.

Adonis and Daehyun are alone at the foyer. Releasing the words from his lips, Adonis sighs.

“I still love you, but I no longer want to. You were the person that helped me through my hardships in life, you gave me a reason to exist. Worst of all, you made it so damn hard to be happy. I thank you for every moment we spent together, I will cherish the love and care you gave, but this pain has to end. I want to leave you as a distant memory, wherein I will only carry happiness with me. Will you let me be?”

Daehyun’s brows crinkle at the thought of losing Adonis. Was this what he wanted, to leave when Daehyun needed him?

“When we were younger, the happiness you gave overwhelmed me to the point I acted irrationally. I listened to prejudice over pride and let my senses override me, and from then on, the only bliss I had was ignorance. I’ve been underwater for so long, so I need you or else I’ll suffocate.”

“You aren’t, you’re just infatuated to the thought of loving someone. I will always care for you, fondly so, but my heart will never thud the same way again. You only feel lonely, and to fill that gap, you looked for me those years ago.”

“No, I will not let you slip away again. That would be the worst mistake of my life because I want to keep you in my arms and never let go. After you left, I realized none of it mattered. Everyone found out, it depressed me, and I couldn’t love anyone else. If I felt nothing for four long years, love must be everything happening at once. I am in love with you Adonis, and I won’t let you slip away again.”

Daehyun moves his lips closer, nearly touching his ear.

“I’m at a cul-de-sac in life—free me.”

Daehyun turns Adonis’s head and connects their lips together. Closing his eyes shut to blind him from reality.

Adonis’s deepens the kiss amid tears. His heart bursts; there is no turning back. Daehyun is right, love is everything happening at once. It is fireworks, sunsets, and the rumble of the sea, but it’s also silence, regret, and a brewing disaster. At that moment, everything that came to be happens at once, frozen in time with a camera in the back.

When Sousuke arrives, he sees a blonde girl standing dumb. It rides him with panic. What is he to do now?

In a wave of confusion, he looks at Daehyun and Adonis. Maybe some things were never supposed to be fixed.

Because instead of letting go, Adonis returns to Daehyun’s embrace.

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jedimaster941 · 5 years

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A Declaration of Lost Independence

As we get older, as we live life, like stone eroding under the power of crashing waves, our bodies break down. And as our bodies break down, we become more and more unable to do things. Sometimes not to the standard we once did, and sometimes we lose the ability completely. We lose things that bring us joy, and we lose things that bring us to life. Whether it be slowly or quickly, we all lose our independence. Aging is something, like it or not, we have all signed up for. We will get older, our bodies will break down, and we will lose our overall independence. It’s not ideal, but we understand it to be true.

For Chronically ill people, however, we can lose our independence rather suddenly, and it has absolutely nothing to do with natural aging. If someone aged 78 years has trouble walking, getting dressed, or going to the bathroom, very few would question it. But imagine you are 28 years old and you have the same difficulties. Think of how you would feel. In this article I will discuss the ways in which people with chronic illness lose their independence in the areas of physical, mental, social, and dietary, and the toll it takes on us when the things that we should be able to do becomes out of reach.

*This post features responses from chronically ill patients whom I asked…*

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Physical

Loss of physical independence is the area that most people think about when illness takes over. It is at least the most public. People see wheelchairs, walkers, canes, crutches, and handicapped placards. They are also readily aware when someone takes a little longer to stand up, when they have trouble buttoning a shirt, or their handwriting becomes illegible. If someone gets to know a disabled person well enough they may also become aware of PIK lines, feeding tubes, and colostomy bags among others.

When someone is chronically ill/disabled their bodies are the primary victim of their disease. In one way or another, our bodies are malfunctioning. As my primary care physician said to me once, “We are all getting older, you're a just doing it a lot faster”. (If anyone is curious, I did not take offense, I appreciated that he acknowledged my illness and my lack of certain abilities)

Our independence is very much directly lost in these examples. We lose the ability of climb stairs, walk short distances, wash ourselves, cook food, and one I’d like to discuss a little more, exercise.

Doctors and online experts tell us we need to exercise. I can’t disagree with that. Exercise is important to keeping what we have left tip top. However, when we can’t climb stairs, walk short distances, or wash ourselves, how do you expect us to get the the gym to do some Cross Fit? I know for me, exercise of any kind hurts and has lasting effects. Some of my readers may remember how not long ago I walked a peppy poodle for half a mile and my legs hurt for three days after. This wasn't from being out of shape, this was due of my condition. Yes, exercise, but understand sometimes it's more harm than help.

I used to be a distance runner, a golfer, and could give the best piggy back rides. Now, due to Ankylosing Spondylitis, I can’t do any of that. And believe me when I tell you, that hurts me mentally as well.

Mental

With chronic illness and disability there comes a mental toll as well. Both in the areas of cognitive ability, and depression.

First, let's touch on cognitive ability which will then (as all of these sections do) we will move on to depression.

I imagine many of my readers are already well versed in the words and terminology used in the discussion of chronic illness. However, if you are new to this world, let me share a term that I, and all of us use probably on a daily basis: “Brain Fog”.

Brain Fog is exactly what it sounds like, a thick layer of fog on your brain. You know how hard it is to see through a covering of fog? Now, imagine that fog is in your head and your brain is trying to see thoughts, feelings, and ideas through it. It’s not easy and often things are lost.

Brain fog is caused by pain and the inability to actually shut down and rest. When people go to sleep their bodies and minds go into power saver mode to recharge, refresh, and do diagnostics checks. However, what happens when you drink caffeine, or you eat a big meal before bed? Well, if you can sleep, your body has now been given other things to work on. The caffeine makes your heart work harder, and your body needs to work to digest that big meal. So what happens? You don’t wake up rested because your body never actually got any rest. The same thing happens every night for people with chronic illness, but without the caffeine and steak dinner. In my case, with Ankylosing Spondylitis, my body is always working to fight off a foreign invader known as the lining between my joints. (I guess it’s actually a domestic invader) For most of us, because of constant pain, we can never get comfortable and even when we do sleep, we aren't actually resting. This lack of true sleep causes our brains to process at a diminished rate limiting our abilities to remember, problem solve, and function.

When I go to the doctor, I bring my wife. Not because I need a supportive hand, but because I need a partner and coach to help me tell the doctor what I need to say, and then remember what the doctor tells me. There have been times I have come home from an appointment solo and either forgot what treatment we discussed or, through my fogginess, made up something completely different because I could have sworn the doctor said she wanted to try bloodletting. (Or was it Methotrexate? I can’t remember) Although I love my wife, and I will always welcome her to join me at an appointment, I'm 37 years old, I shouldn't need someone to be my brain while the doctor checks out my body. While I am not depressed about this, this loss of mental and physical independence can also lead to depression.

I used to run, and I loved running. When my health got worse I took up walking long distance. However, only a few short years later, I couldn't even walk short distances without great pain and weakness. I was 34 the last time I walked with any kind of purpose. Far too young to lose so much ability. When I see people out running, or I drive past the local health club with overly large windows, I get sad longing for my glory days. When I watch American Ninja Warrior I’m sometimes heartbroken. Believe it or not, I used to be able to do stuff like that. It’s crushing to think that somebody actually has the freedom to wake up in the morning, pop up out of bed, and then think to themselves “Well, I think I will run 10 miles, shower, go to work, spend an hour at the gym, play with my kids, and then get 8 hours of restful sleep before doing it all over again.” Here I am thinking, “I hope I can get out of bed.”

Chronic illness can take a great toll on our mental state and subsequent independence.

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Diet

With the chronic illness life, more often than not it seems, comes a list of dietary restrictions. 90% (not actual figures) of life comes from our gut. What we eat and drink. Other than breathing and IV treatments, it’s the only way anything gets into the factory known as our bodies. So, there is much stress put on us by our doctors, friends, family, TV, and the woman on the corner to eat right to better our condition. And not everyone is wrong. There are certain things that improve or worsen our condition. We will listen to the “experts” and try certain things. Excluding things like sugar, dairy, nightshades, and gluten. Or “fad diets” like Paleo, Keto, Vampire, or Atkins.* We might even try Kale! Many of us will try anything if it means we reduce our pain and get a little life back. But, the more foods we give up, the more independence we lose.

Personally this area has been my biggest struggle. Two years ago I went dairy free at the suggestion of a nutritionist, and one year ago I totally cut out sugar. And, I won’t lie, excluding both of those have been fantastic for me! I may not always notice the improvement, but if I happen to slip up on purpose of by accident, I certainly notice then. I am solid and confident in my sugar free/dairy free life, and for the most part I am happy.

However, this does not mean everything is butterflies and unicorns. I still struggle as I’m sure many many of my chronically ill brothers, sisters, and non-binary siblings do. Two examples: My birthday, and the ice cream aisle. On my birthday my co-workers wanted to know what to get me for my party. Typically the birthday treat is cupcakes and fudge. Hello sugar and milk! After much thought, I received the treat of peanuts and pickles. (And I didn't complain) However, it didn’t mean it didn't hurt. My co-workers needed to avoid yummy delicious treats because of my AS. They were supportive, but it didn’t mean I didn’t feel like a party pooper. As for the ice cream aisle, they have dairy free ice cream, and they have sugar free ice cream, but as a friendly store clerk told me, diary free & sugar free ice cream isn't ice cream. I'm out of luck there.

When it comes to dairy and sugar, I have lost my independence. People need to accommodate for me. Oftentimes meaning they might miss out on what they want. When my school does nacho day, frozen custard day, cookie day, etc for staff wellness days, I’m the only one not well. I could tell the people that sorry I can’t eat this, but that opens me up to feeling bad for making them feel bad.

Or when you need to find out if a restruant is accessible. Many would think that with all the handicapped parking spots all places would also be accessible. This is not always true. I have seen places where the "accessible" table is in a door way or up against a wall. The freedom to go to any restaurant one wants is never a guarantee.

When friends want to go out those of us with diet restrictions need to be “that guy/girl”. The one who has hard opinions on what we can eat. Ever stand behind the person at Starbucks who insists on soy milk and Stevia? Have you ever thought “Just take your coffee and drink it! You're holding up the line!” Yeah, that’s us, the ones holding up the line. Doesn't feel good.

We are jealous of those people who can eat whatever they want. Go to any restaurant, order anything off the menu, and even have dessert. This isn't about gaining weight, it's about being able to get out of bed in the morning.

Social

The next topic of how we lose our social independence ties into the three topics above and any others I have not mentioned. Humans are meant to be social. We aren't bears where we can just crawl into our cave and sleep for a few months. If any human crawled into a cave, nobody would be friends with them. Why? Because interacting is one of the standards of human life. We need other people! Sure, there are the mountain folk who go out, kill a deer, make clothing from it, light a fire and live their life in seclusion. (And there is nothing wrong with that) But, most humans need other people to cook our food, make our clothes, work on projects, drive us, and socialize purely for fun. The problem is, for many chronically ill people, getting out of the house and socializing sounds equal to climbing up and living in a mountain.

We are exhausted! Chronic illness takes a lot out of us! Every day can be a struggle to move, breathe, think, and complete other daily activities. Showering can be one of the most difficult activities for some. Doing laundry is pure hell! When most people hate it for the fact they have to do it, for me, folding makes me want to die! Seriously, I don't fully know why, but it hurts so much and takes so much out of me. After doing everything we have to do, we don’t have energy left for what we want to do.

I come home from work, my shoes come off, and I’m done! Very little is going to convince me to put my shoes back on and go out with friends when all I want to do is sleep. Because of this, many chronically ill people are forgotten. We bail on friends two or three times, and they just stop inviting us. But, then we have a good day, we are ready to accept an invite. Do we take it? No. Why? Because, we feel good now, we don’t know if we will feel good later.

Chronic illness symptoms can come in waves. We can have good days (or at least the start of a day) but then we drop. We don’t always know why we drop, but our feelings and mood are in no way guaranteed. So, we don’t risk it. It’s far better to be at home near our bed than 30 minutes away with a group of people you will need to apologize to for leaving early. Declining the invite or simple ghosting is far easier and less harmful to our psyche.

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Chronically ill patients lose all sorts of independence. We can not truly live free with AS, Fibro, EDS, POTS, Lyme, MS, ME or one of the many other chronic illnesses that totally sap us of life. We are not free do do as we like.

While others wake up and get to choose between running, biking, partying, fixing cars, eating amazing food, and/or playing with their kids. We wake up and.. well.. that's it.

In closing. If you know a person with a disability/chronic illness try to be understanding of their limitations. Don’t give them a hard time when they can't do everything you want them to. Our lives are hard enough dealing with all the independence we may have lost.

*I might have made up one of these diets

#spoonie #chronic illness #ankylosing spondylitis #chronicpain #chronic pain #lymedisease #eds #ms #fibromyalgia #freedom #independent #independence #sickness #food #depression #church #infertility #childless

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shalala-sayonara · 6 years

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Okay...Naruto, do you care for Kakashi?

Oh gosh, this irked me for so long and right now I am drunk so I will used my full advantage to release my anger.

During Pain’s Assault, we all know Kakashi was killed. And I am ashamed to admit that Chouji’s reaction to Kakashi’s sacrifice was more touching than Naruto’s and he is not even Kakashi’s student. Even Tsunade had a strong reaction.

Naruto, what was wrong? You cried for your enemy (Haku and Zabuza), you cried for Jiraiya, you cried for Neji (though this came later in the war after Pain). It’s not hard to tell that when someone closed to Naruto died, he had a strong reaction to it.

Kakashi’s death, though? Hell no, just be angry at Pain and that’s it. No personal feeling whatsoever.

Yep, that’s it guys. Literally, that’s all it is. That’s Naruto’s reaction to Kakashi’s death. But I am not even sure if he was actually angry because of Kakashi’s death, or at Pain because of the destruction of his village. I am gonna go with the second one, because it doesn’t seem like Naruto cared for his teacher.

It’s funny because it was obvious that he understands Kakashi’s fate. He knew Kakashi’s chakra was missing, decided to ask about it, but didn’t have any further emotion about it. It was as if Kakashi was only an acquaintance to him. If he’s dead, it’s unfortunate and unforgivable but it didn’t matter much to Naruto. Kakashi’s death didn’t impact Naruto as someone closed to him is gone, but just a random fellow Shinobi that he knew that passed away, and I called bullshit.

Then, when everything is over, Kakashi appeared to support Naruto and gave him a piggy back ride, complimented Naruto and was proud of his student. Naruto didn’t even showed that he was glad that Kakashi was revived and that another one closed to him wasn’t gone. He just saw Kakashi and be like “Oh wassup, you are here”. It was as if nothing happened to Kakashi. Naruto acknowledged nothing about Kakashi and his effort to sacrifice himself to protect Naruto.

I know a lot of people are going to argue this “But Naruto spend longer time than Jiraiya. Kakashi wasn’t a good teacher!!”. Mate, Kakashi did train Naruto and helped him create his ultimate Jutsu. I will also let you know Haku and Zabuza didn’t mean shit to Naruto, but he cried for them. Yet, he can’t showed a shred of emotion for Kakashi. Is Kakashi really that much of a side character? Did Naruto forgets who taught him the biggest moral of his personality? To never abandon your comrade? Naruto were able to get to this far is because of Kakashi’s lesson.

The reason why I am angry at this because it make it as if Kakashi’s death was just a side character’s death. They know they are going to revive Kakashi, so reaction to his death do not matter because Naruto is going to be the hero who will save Kakashi and meet him again, so emotional reaction was no need. Meanwhile, everyone else who died were plot convenience to develop Naruto, to show that Naruto is caring for everyone. But if so, why did he has no such emotion when it’s come to his own teammate’s death?

It degraded Kakashi so much. He tried so hard for his students, he was willing to die to protect the village and Naruto. But none of his efforts were repay in return. It lower Kakashi so much to the point that his own student doesn’t even have strong emotion towards him. People just completely oblivious to his efforts, except for Tsunade and Chouji in this case. I actually have another one here expressed my concern about Naruto’s sympathy towards Obito but not Kakashi?

This is not entire directed at Naruto or to bash him. I love my sunflower child. This was more like a defense for Kakashi as to why a character like him was being treated like trash, even though I fee like they made him contributed so much to the series? And why is Naruto acting the way he is? It doesn’t make any fucking sense.

#kakashi #naruto #fuck this bullshit mate #give kakashi some justice?

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kpopscenariosblog · 6 years

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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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rvb-junior · 7 years

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Anonymous ask: do you have any pets? What are their names? Why do you keep them? What got you into keeping them? Do you have any future pet plans? 💖💖

Ok anon do u really wanna get into this convo? Itll take a while.

Okay so im at college so rn the only pets with me are my fishb a male halfmoon plakat named Cosmos Florence the second, a nerite snail named Nertb and a black mystery named Onyx. I keep them because god man i just. I just love em so much ya know? Its like. I have this little ball of hate and rage in my dorm who has such a beautiful personality and then to complement that i have these chill snaild who r just trying really hard. Back home we have even more pets and oh man oh man i love them?? They are what love and joy looks like?? We have my dogs, cat, turtle, lizards, birds, hairless guinea pigs, fish, and chickens.

The chickens are named Short Bread and Oreo bevause of how they looked when they were younger. Oreo is a little spunkyer that Short bread while i think short bread is a little…. Confused? Yeah just generally confused by everything.

We have Mr. T, our full grown, healthy red ear slider who lives in a small pond in the back yard with a few feeder fish he never ate. Those fish have grown to be his pals and he just. Hase never eaten them.

Then we have the birds, Able, who likes to tell at you if u look at her to long. Her hobbys are chewing through toys as she is hanging from them and being suprised when she falls. We then have Birbank, named after the airport my dad found him at, who lives very closely with his bf Ruby. Birbank is a grey and white cockatiel and Ruby is a green Indian Ringneck. They had being more than 2 feet apart for longer than 2 seconds and often u will find Ruby yelling when Birbank flys somewhere he cant go (ruby doesnt know how to fly) and birbank screaming when he realises the mistake he made. Ruby likes to give people kisses and is a lover, not a fighter. Birbank likes to hiss at peanuts and ignore everything besides Ruby. Next we have our Canary, Mango whos fav food is blue berrys and kale. He likes to sing when he hears trumpets and my flute. He has a club foot so when we adopted him the bird rescue we got him from was relived because no one else would take him. He is the most graceful flying bird i have ever seen! Finally we have the zebra finch named Shimmy. When we first adopted him he had a super bad plucking problem and was almost completly bald but hes doing much better now, aggressivly peeping when he hears the canary.

Okay now we have 2 lizards, a leopard gecko named Romeo and a crested gecko named Gargoyle. Romeo is a sweet boi with a chubby tail who loves his crickets fast and his meal worms slow. He has one of those reptile hammocks but he prefers climding his cave more. Gargoyle is a sweet girl who will only eat her food when it starts to harden again for some reason. We dont know why but she does and shes kinda a butt. But ya gotta love her!

Our cat’s name is Figaro and she’s currently bald. She had to get shaved, the vet said shes getting up in her years so when she stopped grooming for a month and got matts in her long fur they said she had basicly cat arthritis. Shes doing good and her hobbies are (well atleast when i was home) meowing in my mouth at 3 am to tell me she ate all her food and wanted more.

Wr have 5 dogs so just get ready for that. All our dogs but 1 is a rescue. Coal is a chow/black lab mix. She was adopted as a pup from a local animal rescue and she kniws the mist tricks. Shes a good girl who likes hugs, treats, and when u massage her face. Her favorite toy is a yellow stick that she will bring to you when asked. Shes the second youngest! Lily is the youngest, i sometiems call her satan but only because she is a trickster! You will turn around and shell be on the table eating food, stealing anything from coal, and trying to think up world domination. She and Coal are super close, when we got her Coal went all MaMa dog and now they are inseparable. What makes it better is that Lily is a half Chihuahua/Pomeranian mix so shes tiny next to Coal. Our third youngest is Scarlet, wr think shes the product of a long hair Chihuahua and a deer head Chihuahua. Shes a primadonna who enjoys her alone time and pets. She also like to be held, mainly like a baby so u can hold her and tub her tum. She also REALLY LIKES CAR RIDES like man even going to the vet shes jazzed. Second oldest is Vinnie, a pug my bro ham adopted. Hes super sweet and good he likes face squishes and whrn he naps his tail uncurles. He stands very proper like hes a gentleman and likes to sit on ur feat. He has a grain allergy so he eats special grain free food. Next we have the oldest of our dogs MY SWEET BABY GIRL GIGI. shes my sun and moon. We got gigi when i was 8 and when i was 10 my sister went to college, leaving her for me to takr care of. And well, shes literally the most important thing in the world to me. My sister got her from a breader (which i dont like cus dogs in shelters need homes) but shes a Brussels Griffon so the breader croped her ears and tail. I DO NOT CONDONE THE PRACTICE OF CROPPING AND PART OF A DOG UNLESS SUGGESTED BY A VET, SOME DOGS GET THEIR TAILS CROPPED BECAUS ETHEY BREAK BONES IN THEM AND THAT IS THE ONLY CROPPING I CONDONE. Her ears were cropped lopsidedb and improperly which brought many problems to her later on. She developed many ear infections that have caused her to scratch her ears until they bleed, has had medication for 3 different ear infections, and has almost no ear canal left. Her vet has told us she is almost deef. Also as she got older she got chronic dry eye and takes medicated eye drops for it but shes fine as long as she has those. She needs loud or sharp sounds to get her attention so i trained her to respond to clapping, whistling (which i do very loudly) and snapping fingers. She is a sweet heartb adn a super velcro dog! I cried for three days after i had to go to college and they drive her up to visit me. When im home she goes looking for me if im out of site for 2 minutes, will wait at the bathroom door for me, stare up the stairs when i go to shower, and press her face against closed doors she knows i went through. Whne she does the last thing i have to drum my fingers on the door so she knows to move back before i open it. I miss her horribly and i skype her almost every day, she gets super excited! The first few days i was gone she actually wouldnt stop barking at night. Shes also a cuddle baby and she doesnt sleep unless she is touching me ao it was probably rough for her. I miss her but ill be able to see her in october when i go to my sisters wedding.

The fish! Okay so my mother has a 75 gallon gold fish aquarium and a 30 gallon in the garage with nithing in it yet (shes thinking tetras). The gold fish tank has 2 butter fly tails and some bristle nose plecos. It also has many a snail rn! A friend of ours dismantled a large aquarium of his own ( he is going through a very hard time financially and im hoping everything works out for him) and gave us the plecos and snails. The snails are 3 rabbit snailsb one nerite (he gave us 2 but the other is with my betta) a few black mysteries, and a golden apple who i named Big Mama.

Lemme tell u about big mama real fast. I call her this because, first of all shes a full grown golden appleb second of all because shes a mama. He had a live planted tank thich included a moss ball he has been taking care of for 5 year, its the size of my head and when we put it in the 75 gallon it because the main pice of the tank. What we found out later was that Big Mama had made her family in ut and we have abou 20 BABY GOLDEN APPLES IN THERE ALONE!! He also gave us an anibius fern which i put in my betta’s tank and after getting to college and living hear for a few weeks i found out there were eggs on it because I KNOW HAVE MANY A BABY GOLDEN APPLE. these ones tho r much smaller than the moss ball ones, mine being hatchlings and those being the size of a finger nail. But anyway they have grown large enough where i can tell they r not pest snails and i will be rehoming them to other fish keepers in my dorms once they get a little bigger.

My mom has 3 hairless guinea pigs. Did you know that at petco people tend to walk in and drop off pets they “just dont want any more”? Well it hapoens a lot and my mom fell in love with them instantly. We have Billy, the oldest, Piggy, the middle in age, and sweet baby Bear who is small and young. They are all good boys and are doing very well so far in their new home! My mom had already owned billy and was looking into getting him friends, (guinea pigs live friends! They actually should be kept in atleast pairs but we were not aware at first, now we know better) all three of them are being slowly introduced! Bear and Piggy already live together but we dont want to rush this process and put billy right into the mix, that would probably be the worst think. They are slowly beibg acclimated to eachother.

I guess you could say i love pets because they are sweet and wonderful. I keep most of them because i know i can care for them, that i have the space, and the resources. I have the time and the will to foster a loving home for all my pets, and so does my family. Animals are a big part of my life and i love all of them with all my heart.

My future plans? Well nothing soon! Im in a dorm so Cosmos and his snail friends are all ivr got planed rn. But i hope to, onece in the distante future, get a tank with a school of danionella dracula in it, they are tiny fishb only getting half an inch in side. But id need a good tank for them since they school about 12 and id like to do the whome thing live plants (i also want one of those rimless aquatiums hnnnnnnnngh) i hope to upgrade cosmos to a larger aquarium b currently hes in a 2.5 which is enough for a betta, sure, but id rather he be in a 5 gallon. But really? I just wanna go home n be with GiGi more than anything.

Thank you for the ask!

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nightwingswing · 7 years

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Batfam Headcanons! (Chubby S/O)

Hello my lil’ wings!

How are you doing? I hope you’re all right!

Here I brought you more headcanons about the batfam!

Requested by: Anon

Promp: Hi! I've never requested anything before so I have no clue what I'm doing lol 😂 Could I get headcanons for the batfam and a SO that's a lil chubby and is starting to work out but they're having a hard time? I'm in that position now and I kinda need some encouragement >.< things like they go running together and the SO has to stop a lot to catch their breath or something? Thank you!!!! Keep being great!!!!

Remenber, prompsts and ask are always open! :)

Dick Grayson/ Nightwing

He is a lil’ morning bird!

He wakes you up at 6 am, with a smile

“(n/n)!!! wakey wakey~”

“Don’t glare at me, (y/n)! You asked me to run with you!”

You get dress in a comfortable pair of pants and a (f/c) t-shirt.

Dick, dressed with short pants and a tight blue shirt

“You’re a showoff, you know, Dick?”

“But you love it!”

Yeah, you do.

You two go running together.

At first, he helps you stretch.

You’re a bit self-conscious when your belly shows a little.

You blush, a bit ashamed but Dick quickly kisses your cheek, then nose and lastly lips to make you forget of those horrible thoughts.

Dick loves you and your body

He doesn’t think there is something wrong.

He loves your chubbiness.

But he loves you more than anything for being you.

When you two start running, he keeps your pace.

He runs next to you, talking nonstop.

Srly, Dick. Ain’t you out of breath for talking so much?

Well duh! Even as Batman he talks non-stop!

When you have to stop to catch your breath, he stops and waits for you.

“How about we take a small break at this bench? I’m so tired!” He said.

You smile at him and nod.

He grabs your hand and you two sat there, catching your breath.

When you are ready to continue your morning run, he helps you up and the two of you restart your run.

At your desired pace.

When you two get home, you go shower and Dick prepares breakfast.

When he’s done, he runs toward the shower.

Get’s naked

And behind you.

“Dick, wtf?”

“I missed you!” He kissed your neck.

“It’s impossible you had breakfast done in 2 minutes!”

“…I’m really fast…?” You glare at him.

“I’m not eating cereal, Dick”

“It’s not cereal I swear!”

“If I get out of the shower and there is cereal, you’re sleeping in the couch and no sexy times!”

“NO :c”

“Yes”

He gets out of the shower without you noticing and dresses in his pajama pants.

And proceeds to make a decent breakfast.

Jason Todd/ Red Hood

You have to wake Jay up

He is really tired

Last night he had to bust a slave trade group.

You hesitate

He deserves to sleep.

Before you can react, he hugs you and makes you lay above him.

You try to get off, thinking you’re hurting him.

But really, he loves having you above him.

“Jay! Let me go!”

“Don’t wanna, you warm”

“Jay, I was going to go out”

“Out?”

“Yeah, I told you. I’m starting to go run.”

“…wait for me.”

“But you’re tired-”

“I’m never tired for you, babe”

He gets dressed really quick in black pants and red t-shirt.

“Let go”

He is like, very tall and thus has longer legs than you.

He walks fast while you run.

That makes you want to run faster.

But you when you get tired you try to match Jason’s pace.

He notices.

And stops.

“I’m tired, wanna walk calmly for a while?” he asks

You smile at him.

You two walk around a bit more

He lets you catch your breath while he does too.

When you are ready you ask him

“Wanna run the way back home!”

Jason smirks

“Let’s make it more interesting” Jason says

“How?” You smirk

“If I win, you won’t make me go to the “family dinner” next Saturday”

“And if I win?”

“I’ll do whatever you want” Jay winked

“hmmm, whatever?” Jay nods “Then you will go to your family dinner and then we’ll go to my cousins wedding”

“…I thought you loved me” Jay pouted

“You had it coming, babe” You pated his cheek.

Jason obviously was winning in your competition.

When he turned, he saw your red face, swallow breath and concentrated face.

Then you fell when an asshole stock his feet out.

Jason stopped, go to the asshole and punch him.

Then he kissed you wonded hands

Kissed your lips

And gave you a piggy back ride to your shared home

“I love you, jay”

“I love you too, (y/n)!” He kissed your lips

“Wanna shower together? I want to kiss every little wound you have” Jason bit your neck.

…In the end, he did go to dinner at Wayne manor and to your cousin’s wedding.

But, he had all he needed and wanted.

You.

Tim Drake/ Red Robin

Timmy hasn’t sleep since 1996

When you woke up to get dressed, Tim wasn’t next to you.

He was in his “secret” room (or as you called it, The Timmycave)

Tipping in his computer.

“Tim, I’m going out” You kissed his cheek

“Where? Its…6 in the morning” Tim drank his coffee.

“Running”

Tim looks conflicted, first to his computer then at you.

“Wait a moment, I need to do a backup of all my archives and that takes a while. I’ll go run with you.”

“Really?!” You asked, exited.

“Yes, I need the endorphins.” Tim tousled his hair.

It’s the first time in a long time you two did something out together

The two of you start stretching, he taught you which were the best stretches and which ones were necessary for each sport.

Tim and you start running slowly and as you are comfortable with the pace, Tim runs a little faster.

When you can’t keep Tim’s pace he reduces it.

You stopped to catch your breath and Tim waited for you.

Once you were prepared he grabs your hand, and runs hand in hand with you all the way around the park.

When the two of you are done, Tim sits in an old bench with you by his side.

He is breathing in short puffs and smiling.

You smile and lean in his shoulder.

His hands come around your waist and his head leaned on yours.

“I don’t want to go home” Tim says

“I don’t want too” You kiss his sweaty cheek

“I saw a really nice coffee shop a couple of blocks away, want to have a nice breakfast with me?”

“Always” You kissed Tim and he quickly returned it with even more fervor.

You two had a nice breakfast, a nice conversation and a nice something in his Timmycave.

The endorhines weren’t provided by the running

😉 😉

Damian Wayne/ Robin

You woke up as someone was knocking on your windows.

You looked at your phone and saw it was 5’30 am

You glared at Damian but opened the window nonetheless

He slides in, in his sport uniform and a backpack

“Dami, it’s 5 in the morning… What the frick do you want”

“You asked me to go run with you”

“I did” You said sleepily

“Well, it’s the ideal time to train.”

“…” You glared at him

“What are you waiting for? Go get dressed or I’ll leave without you.”

You grumbled but complied with your boyfriend complaints

5 minutes after and you were ready.

Damian looked at you and nodded “Let’s go”

He went towards the windows and you towards the door.

“Damian Wayne, I’m not jumping out of the window!”

“It’s part of your training”

“What training?! Yesterday I just told you I was thinking of going running in the morning!”

“You asked me to train you”

“I didn’t do such a thing!”

“Well, now you do. Off the window you go.”

“DAMIAN!” He jumps out of the window, you look out and saw Dami slide from a pipe to the floor.

“Now, do the same”

“No way!”

“Yes way, I’m here to catch you if you fail.”

You took a deep breath

Got the courage

And jumped

You grabbed the pipe and slide to Damian’s side

“You did good” Damian nodded and kissed your cheek sweetly

You smiled at his blushing cheeks.

“Well?! What are you waiting for? Stretch!”

You two stretched together, Damian helped you stretch to your limit.

“We’ll start slow and then get faster.” He said

“Okay” You nodded

“Ready?” Damian asked. “Go”

You two started slowly, but as time passed Damian got faster

You tried to keep up with him

But once it was impossible you had to stop and catch your breath.

You sat on the ground, and seeing as Damian hadn’t stopped, tears of frustration came to your eyes.

Damian stopped once he realized you weren’t next to him.

He looked around and found you sitting on the ground.

He sighed and swear at himself.

Grayson and Drake were right, sometimes he can be an asshole (Drakes words, Grayson called him “difficult”)

“Are you ok, (y/n)?” Damian sat next to you. “I was too hard on you, wasn’t I?”

You wiped the tears and looked at Damian’s worried eyes

“I- I was frustrated at myself, at my body! Why can’t I keep up with you?! If I’m too slow you will leave me behind…”

Damian kissed you and you shup up.

“I won’t let you behind, beloved. It’s my fault” Damian sighed “I was too hard on you, it’s your first time and I treated you like I do Grayson or Todd.”

“Just… Let’s start slow, yeah? I’ll get here” You caressed Dami’s blushing cheek

“I know you will beloved, I- I believe in you”

You smiled and kissed him again. His hands flew to your head, where he buried his hands in your hair. His tongue asked for permission that you gladly gave him.

“AWW, cute lovebirds!” Said a woman that was running with her group of friends.

Damian blush reddened at one point you thought he was going to burst.

“Let’s go have breakfast? I saw a nice place not too far”

“…” Damian got up from the floor and helped you up.

As the two of you were going to the coffee shop, Damian’s hand grabbed yours and pushed you towards his side.

You looked at him and saw he had his head turned in the other direction and was scowling while blushing.

“So cute” You smiled

You kissed his cheek making him look at you blushing.

When you weren’t looking…

He smiled and his hold on your hand tightened.

Bruce Wayne/ Batman

He wakes up when he felts you leaving your shared bed.

He opens an eye and looks at you.

When you come out of the bathroom dressed in your leggings and batman t-shirt, he decides to speak

“(y/n), where are you going?”

“oh Bruce, I didn’t want to wake you up” You bit your lip.

“What were you going to do?” He asked stretching himself.

“I’m was heading to the gym, you know, to work out?”

“hmm, wait I’ll go with you.” He says before kissing your forehead and going to get dress.

When he comes out you two go to the gym together

Being the most silent possible

We don’t want the kids joining.

Bruce helps you stretch before you try doing anything else.

The he goes to practice boxing.

You start doing push ups

After a while you got tired of them and said

Why the hell not?

And tried to practice boxing with Bruce.

You hit the dummy pretty hard

…And it hits you the same way

You fell to the ground, nose bleeding.

Bruce quickly goes next to you with a towel to stop the bleeding.

He helps you up to the dinner room in Wayne manor, where everyone is having breakfast.

“Mistress (y/n)! What happened!?” Alfred quickly is next to you.

“It’s nothing Alfred. I’ll live”

“Come here! I’ll clean that nose” Alfred pushed you towards your room.

And he made you stay in bed for the day.

After a while, Bruce came back with your breakfast.

“Are you okay?” Bruce asked, worried.

“I am” You smiled at him and kissed his nose as he let your breakfast in your lap.

“You shouldn’t push yourself to those limits.” He sat next to you, and caressed your hair.

“I know, but I want to keep up with you!”

“You don’t need to do that! I got a long time of different trainings, if you want we could work out together, but! We’ll start slow. What do you think?”

“That would be perfect” Bruce kissed you passionately until you hissed from pain from your nose.

“Stay with me?” You pouted.

Bruce acted as if he actually thought about it.

“Of course”

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readbookywooks · 7 years

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With one last violent effort, Ben was finally able to twist his neck in the circle of leather so that his whole body turned to face the Gladers. Thomas couldn’t believe he was still looking upon a human being—the madness in Ben’s eyes, the phlegm flying from his mouth, the pale skin stretched taut across his veins and bones. He looked as alien as anything Thomas could imagine.

“Hold!” Alby shouted.

Ben screamed then, without pause, a sound so piercing that Thomas covered his ears. It was a bestial, lunatic cry, surely ripping the boy’s vocal cords to shreds. At the last second, the front Keeper somehow loosened the larger pole from the piece attached to Ben and yanked it back into the Glade, leaving the boy to his Banishment. Ben’s final screams were cut off when the walls closed with a terrible boom.

Thomas squeezed his eyes shut and was surprised to feel tears trickling down his cheeks.

CHAPTER 15

For the second night in a row, Thomas went to bed with the haunted image of Ben’s face burned into his mind, tormenting him. How different would things be right now if it weren’t for that one boy? Thomas could almost convince himself he’d be completely content, happy and excited to learn his new life, aim for his goal of being a Runner. Almost. Deep down he knew that Ben was only part of his many problems.

But now he was gone, Banished to the world of the Grievers, taken to wherever they took their prey, victim to whatever was done there. Though he had plenty of reasons to despise Ben, he mostly felt sorry for him.

Thomas couldn’t imagine going out that way, but based on Ben’s last moments, psychotically thrashing and spitting and screaming, he no longer doubted the importance of the Glade rule that no one should enter the Maze except Runners, and then only during the day. Somehow Ben had already been stung once, which meant he knew better than perhaps anyone just exactly what lay in store for him.

That poor guy, he thought. That poor, poor guy.

Thomas shuddered and rolled over on his side. The more he thought about it, being a Runner didn’t sound like such a great idea. But, inexplicably, it still called to him.

The next morning, dawn had barely touched the sky before the working sounds of the Glade wakened Thomas from the deepest slumber since he’d arrived. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, trying to shake the heavy grogginess. Giving up, he lay back down, hoping no one would bother him.

It didn’t last a minute.

Someone tapped his shoulder and he opened his eyes to see Newt staring down at him. What now? he thought.

“Get up, ya lug.”

“Yeah, good morning to you, too. What time is it?”

“Seven o’clock, Greenie,” Newt said with a mocking smile. “Figured I’d let ya sleep in after such a rough couple days.”

Thomas rolled into a sitting position, hating that he couldn’t just lie there for another few hours. “Sleep in? What are you guys, a bunch of farmers?” Farmers—how did he remember so much about them? Once again his memory wipe baffled him.

“Uh … yeah, now that ya mention it.” Newt plopped down beside Thomas and folded his legs up under himself. He sat quietly for a few moments, looking out at all the hustle-bustle starting to whip up across the Glade. “Gonna put ya with the Track-hoes today, Greenie. See if that suits your fancy more than slicin’ up bloody piggies and such.”

Thomas was sick of being treated like a baby. “Aren’t you supposed to quit calling me that?”

“What, bloody piggies?”

Thomas forced a laugh and shook his head. “No, Greenie. I’m not really the newest Newbie anymore, right? The girl in the coma is. Call her Greenie—my name’s Thomas.” Thoughts of the girl crashed around his mind, made him remember the connection he felt. A sadness washed over him, as if he missed her, wanted to see her. That doesn’t make sense, he thought. I don’t even know her name.

Newt leaned back, eyebrows raised. “Burn me—you grew some right nice-sized eggs over night, now didn’t ya?”

Thomas ignored him and moved on. “What’s a Track-hoe?”

“It’s what we call the guys workin’ their butts off in the Gardens—tilling, weeding, planting and such.”

Thomas nodded in that direction. “Who’s the Keeper?”

“Zart. Nice guy, s’long as you don’t sluff on the job, that is. He’s the big one that stood in front last night.”

Thomas didn’t say anything to that, hoping that somehow he could go through the entire day without talking about Ben and the Banishment. The subject only made him sick and guilty, so he moved on to something else. “So why’d you come wake me up?”

“What, don’t like seein’ my face first thing on the wake-up?”

“Not especially. So—” But before he could finish his sentence the rumble of the walls opening for the day cut him off. He looked toward the East Door, almost expecting to see Ben standing there on the other side. Instead, he saw Minho stretching. Then Thomas watched as he walked over and picked something up.

It was the section of pole with the leather collar attached to it. Minho seemed to think nothing of it, throwing it to one of the other Runners, who went and put it back in the tool shed near the Gardens.

Thomas turned back to Newt, confused. How could Minho act so nonchalant about it all? “What the—”

“Only seen three Banishments, Tommy. All as nasty as the one you peeped on last night. But every buggin’ time, the Grievers leave the collar on our doorstep. Gives me the willies like nothin’ else.”

Thomas had to agree. “What do they do with people when they catch them?” Did he really want to know?

Newt just shrugged, his indifference not very convincing. More likely he didn’t want to talk about it.

“So tell me about the Runners,” Thomas said suddenly. The words seemed to pop out of nowhere. But he remained still, despite an odd urge to apologize and change the subject; he wanted to know everything about them. Even after what he’d seen last night, even after witnessing the Griever through the window, he wanted to know. The pull to know was strong, and he didn’t quite understand why. Becoming a Runner just felt like something he was born to do.

Newt had paused, looking confused. “The Runners? Why?”

“Just wondering.”

Newt gave him a suspicious look. “Best of the best, those guys. Have to be. Everything depends on them.” He picked up a loose rock and tossed it, watching it absently as it bounced to a stop.

“Why aren’t you one?”

Newt’s gaze returned to Thomas, sharply. “Was till I hurt my leg few months back. Hasn’t been the bloody same since.” He reached down and rubbed his right ankle absently, a brief look of pain flashing across his face. The look made Thomas think it was more from the memory, not any actual physical pain he still felt.

“How’d you do it?” Thomas asked, thinking the more he could get Newt to talk, the more he’d learn.

“Runnin’ from the buggin’ Grievers, what else? Almost got me.” He paused. “Still gives me the chills thinkin’ I might have gone through the Changing.”

The Changing. It was the one topic that Thomas thought might lead him to answers more than anything else. “What is that, anyway? What changes? Does everyone go psycho like Ben and start trying to kill people?”

“Ben was way worse than most. But I thought you wanted to talk about the Runners.” Newt’s tone warned that the conversation about the Changing was over.

This made Thomas even more curious, though he was just fine going back to the subject of Runners. “Okay, I’m listening.”

“Like I said, best of the best.”

“So what do you do? Test everybody to see how fast they are?”

Newt gave Thomas a disgusted look, then groaned. “Show me some smarts, Greenie, Tommy, whatever ya like. How fast you can bloody run is only part of it. A very small part, actually.”

This piqued Thomas’s interest. “What do you mean?”

“When I say best of the best, I mean at everything. To survive the buggin’ Maze, you gotta be smart, quick, strong. Gotta be a decision maker, know the right amount of risk to take. Can’t be reckless, can’t be timid, either.” Newt straightened his legs and leaned back on his hands. “It’s bloody awful out there, ya know? I don’t miss it.”

“I thought the Grievers only came out at night.” Destiny or not, Thomas didn’t want to run into one of those things.

“Yeah, usually.”

“Then why is it so terrible out there?” What else didn’t he know about?

Newt sighed. “Pressure. Stress. Maze pattern different every day, tryin’ to picture things in your mind, tryin’ to get us out of here. Worryin’ about the bloody Maps. Worst part, you’re always scared you might not make it back. A normal maze’d be hard enough—but when it changes every night, couple of mental mistakes and you’re spendin’ the night with vicious beasts. No room or time for dummies or brats.”

Thomas frowned, not quite understanding the drive inside him, urging him on. Especially after last night. But he still felt it. Felt it all over.

“Why all the interest?” Newt asked.

Thomas hesitated, thinking, scared to say it out loud again. “I want to be a Runner.”

Newt turned and looked him in the eye. “Haven’t been here a week, shank. Little early for death wishes, don’t ya think?”

“I’m serious.” It barely made sense even to Thomas, but he felt it deeply. In fact, the desire to become a Runner was the only thing driving him on, helping him accept his predicament.

Newt didn’t break his gaze. “So am I. Forget it. No one’s ever become a Runner in their first month, much less their first week. Got a lot of provin’ to do before we’ll recommend you to the Keeper.”

Thomas stood and started folding up his sleeping gear. “Newt, I mean it. I can’t pull weeds all day—I’ll go nuts. I don’t have a clue what I did before they shipped me here in that metal box, but my gut tells me that being a Runner is what I’m supposed to do. I can do it.”

Newt still sat there, staring up at Thomas, not offering to help. “No one said you couldn’t. But give it a rest for now.”

Thomas felt a surge of impatience. “But—”

“Listen, trust me on this, Tommy. Start stompin’ around this place yappin’ about how you’re too good to work like a peasant, how you’re all nice and ready to be a Runner—you’ll make plenty of enemies. Drop it for now.”

Making enemies was the last thing Thomas wanted, but still. He decided on another direction. “Fine, I’ll talk to Minho about it.”

“Good try, ya buggin’ shank. The Gathering elects Runners, and if you think I’m tough, they’d laugh in your face.”

“For all you guys know, I could be really good at it. It’s a waste of time to make me wait.”

Newt stood to join Thomas and jabbed a finger in his face. “You listen to me, Greenie. You listenin’ all nice and pretty?”

Thomas surprisingly didn’t feel that intimidated. He rolled his eyes, but then nodded.

“You better stop this nonsense, before others hear about it. That’s not how it works around here, and our whole existence depends on things working.”

He paused, but Thomas said nothing, dreading the lecture he knew was coming.

“Order,” Newt continued. “Order. You say that bloody word over and over in your shuck head. Reason we’re all sane around here is ’cause we work our butts off and maintain order. Order’s the reason we put Ben out—can’t very well have loonies runnin’ around tryin’ to kill people, now can we? Order. Last thing we need is you screwin’ that up.”

The stubbornness washed out of Thomas. He knew it was time to shut up. “Yeah” was all he said.

Newt slapped him on the back. “Let’s make a deal.”

“What?” Thomas felt his hopes rise.

“You keep your mouth shut about it, and I’ll put you on the list of potential trainees as soon as you show some clout. Don’t keep your trap shut, and I’ll bloody make sure ya never see it happen. Deal?”

Thomas hated the idea of waiting, not knowing how long it might be. “That’s a sucky deal.”

Newt raised his eyebrows.

Thomas finally nodded. “Deal.”

“Come on, let’s get us some grub from Frypan. And hope we don’t bloody choke.”

That morning, Thomas finally met the infamous Frypan, if only from a distance. The guy was too busy trying to feed breakfast to an army of starving Gladers. He couldn’t have been more than sixteen years old, but he had a full beard and hair sticking out all over the rest of his body, as if each follicle were trying to escape the confines of his food-smeared clothes. Didn’t seem like the most sanitary guy in the world to oversee all the cooking, Thomas thought. He made a mental note to watch out for nasty black hairs in his meals.

He and Newt had just joined Chuck for breakfast at a picnic table right outside the Kitchen when a large group of Gladers got up and ran toward the West Door, talking excitedly about something.

“What’s going on?” Thomas asked, surprising himself at how nonchalantly he said it. New developments in the Glade had just become a part of life.

Newt shrugged as he dug into his eggs. “Just seein’ off Minho and Alby—they’re going to look at the buggin’ dead Griever.”

“Hey,” Chuck said. A small piece of bacon flew out of his mouth when he spoke. “I’ve got a question about that.”

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