sorry for the 2 day late update!

Babymoon at the Cape, Pt 9

Sorry updates have been slow - work has been all kinds of crazy lately, but since one of you lovelies asked, here’s an update. I did something a little different with this one, so, hope you enjoy. 

Part 1
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Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7 
Part 8

Originally posted by nbcsvu

“Maybe I should cancel –”

“Rafael Barba, you need to get on that train and go.”

You regretted the words the moment they crossed your lips.

Of course you didn’t want him to leave. 

The last three days since you left the hospital, you barely moved from your bed to the couch and back again, still exhausted from labor and the unexpected loss of blood. Barba was there, making sure you ate something, that you stayed hydrated, checking in on little Jack when changing a diaper or nursing didn’t seem to quell his tiny cries; he even sat and watched old movies with you in between naps.

For three days, he’d served as the perfect partner and a doting father. But he was neither of those things which is why he needed to leave.

You couldn’t let yourself grow used to something that didn’t exist.

“I just don’t feel like you’re ready.”

“Nobody is ever ready for this. Of that I’m fully convinced. But I have to figure it out sometime. Anyways, your boss is going to murder you if you aren’t back in time for the Torrence trial. You can’t exactly ask for paternity leave.”

“I know. I know,” he sighed. “I just don’t feel right leaving you here alone.”

“Alone is what I am, though. All of this,” you motioned to the room around you, then to him, “it’s wonderful but it’s not reality. Jack and I have years ahead of making it work. And that’s okay. It’s better I don’t get used to playing house.”

“Okay.” He adjusted the laptop bag over his shoulder and looked over at his bags by the door. “Are you sure you don’t need anything before I go?”

“I’ll be fine. You know how it is out here. Concierge services abound. I shall want for nothing.”

Except maybe sleep. And company. His shoulder to lean on.

But you weren’t going to do that. Burden him. Make him feel like he needed to stay.

“Alright. You’ll call me if you need anything. Anything at all.”


No. I’ll want to, but I won’t.

“Promise me.”

He leaned over, kissing your forehead. You held your breath, as if not breathing could pause your emotions from bubbling to the surface.

You were nearly successful, but then he turned toward the bassinet and leaned over a sleeping Jack, quietly whispering beside his tiny ear.

“Take care of your mami, Giacamo.”

The lightest brush of the lips on the top of his head and he was off and out the door, just in time for the pent up emotion to release with your held breath, tears falling slowly down your cheek.

You were alone now.

Well, not completely. You had Jack.

And that’s how it had to be.


“Maybe I should cancel –”

“Rafael Barba, you need to get on that train and go.”

It was the last thing he wanted to hear. From a purely practical standpoint, she was right. But still, something inside him hoped she would be reluctant to see him go. He hoped that she would admit that she needed him to stay.

No. That wasn’t quite it. He knew the sort of woman she was. She could navigate any situation, however difficult. This wasn’t about need.

He hoped that she wanted him to stay.

Or more to the point, that she wanted him, period.

“I just don’t feel like you’re ready.”

“Nobody is ever ready for this. Of that I’m fully convinced. But I have to figure it out sometime. Anyways, your boss is going to murder you if you aren’t back in time for the Torrence trial. You can’t exactly ask for paternity leave.”

Barba chewed his bottom lip, biting back a reply.

Carmen had been sending him files and keeping him busy prepping for the case, so he managed to stay relatively on top of things. He certainly couldn’t expect to call another ADA in last minute.

Not when he was playing Dad to a child who wasn’t his.

How would he explain it?

Sorry I can’t come in to work, I’m too busy taking care of the newborn child of a woman I may have been in love with for longer than I care to admit?

“I know. I know. I just don’t feel right leaving you here alone.”

“Alone is what I am, though. All of this…it’s wonderful but it’s not reality. Jack and I have years ahead of making it work. And that’s okay. It’s better I don’t get used to playing house.”

He winced.

Playing house? 

Everything he’d done, she’d just chalked up to a childish game?

He knew she appreciated his help. He knew she wasn’t trying to diminish his efforts. So what was she trying to say?

An answer crossed his mind and he swallowed hard. He’d been a bachelor for quite some time. Sure, he’d dated, even had a few relationships that could be considered somewhat serious, but nothing to write home about.

Maybe she didn’t think he could be serious enough. Not for what she needed. 

Not for Jack.

“Okay.” Barba adjusted the laptop bag over his shoulder and looked over at his bags by the door. His car was arriving any second. If he lingered he’d miss the train. “Are you sure you don’t need anything before I go?”

“I’ll be fine. You know how it is out here. Concierge services abound. I shall want for nothing.”

She was right again. There were worse places to be stuck with a newborn baby.

And he certainly had no right to expect her to miss him. Even if he was sure that she and Jack would be all he could think about when he returned home.

“Alright. You’ll call me if you need anything. Anything at all.”


“Promise me.”

Barba leaned in, kissing her forehead, resisting the urge to wrap his arms around her, to tell her she didn’t have to be alone if she didn’t want to be. To tell her that he wanted to be here for her, and not just for a few days, weeks, even months.

The last thought took him by surprise.

He straightened up, prepared to do as she wanted, to leave her to take care of things on her own, wavering when he looked down at little Jack quietly snoring in his bassinet.

Oh, how he’d miss that sound and the soothing rhythm of Jack’s speedy heartbeat against his chest. He leaned over once more, this time to breathe in the sweet smell of his breath, the delicate wisps of hair on his head tickling Barba’s lips as he left a light kiss so as to not disturb his peaceful slumber.

“Take care of your mami, Giacamo.”

He turned away, hoping she didn’t catch the slight crack in his voice as he made his way out of the door, and out of their lives, for now.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA ONE VERY LATE FANART– this sucks- being sick for 2 weeks sucks– :’‘‘y and i’m not feeling 100% better just yet– /cries/

anyways this is a (LATE) fanart when the day that Yoga vid release and i got REALLY sick and i couldn’t finish it at the time. so i hope you all can forgive me and @markiplier himself (sorry dude!) :’’’’y

hope y’all like it.. or i dunno eeehhhh

Dive //Stepbrother au part// 4

 Bts Kim Taehyung

A/N: I am so sorry for updating so late. I’ve been so freaking busy with test, school and personal things and now i’ve had a day off. FINALLY got a chance to finish and update !! 

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Warnings? May contain Angst, smut and other strong language.

~ Step siblings au ~ (M)

It was hard to stay away from a boy whom you had feelings for before your parents even came together. Especially when the boy you needed to stay away from was playing mind games with you and constantly annoying you..

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mstokyo  asked:

Hey :) sorry i can't see updates on my phone :/ so if this was posted recently just ignore this. Is there an mean Derek / mean pack update?

nah you’re good

Can’t rely on me by Littleredridinghunter (2/2 | 116,130 | NR)

Set at the end of season 2, Gerard beats Stiles up, but it’s a lot worse than anyone knows.

The pack let him down, that’s not really a surprise lately.

When Danny finds Stiles nearly bleeding to death the next day it’s the start of a beautiful friendship.

Can the pack make amends before it’s too late? Will Stiles ever forgive them for not being there for him when he needed them the most?

Could It Be Worse? by BeautifulSilence21 (4/20 | 2,552 | NR)

Stiles Stilinski is ignored by his pack, deemed as an innocent little human, a liability. Alone, Stiles has noone, or so he thought. What is it with the new woman Stiles hangs out with? And why does Stiles keeps calling her Theia when she clearly stated her name was Ann? Why does she give such a powerful vibe? And the werewolves, why do they feel so submissive when she is around?

Way Down We Go by Formaldehyde_Eyes (3/? | 12,450 | NC17)

““Stiles, they need – I need your help, please,” the Sheriff pleaded. When his son didn’t say anything he continued. “It’s Derek. He’s gone.”

Rolling his eyes, Stiles sassed, “Yeah, he does that sometimes.”

“No. Stiles, he was out helping me look for the children who’ve disappeared and now we can’t find him. It’s been four days and we haven’t found anything. The pack says you can help find him, with some sparks or something.”

Stiles couldn’t help but snort at that, even with the dread sinking into his bones. “My spark,” he corrected quietly, knowing that’s all they ever wanted him for.”

As Stiles reluctantly helps the pack that pushed him away, dark monsters and surprising truths find their way to the surface.

Pack Your Bags, You’re Coming Home With Me by CaptEdKenway (1/1 | 3,433 | R)

Derek looked at him, his heart breaking for the boy. He stood tall, his wolf pacing with the need to protect and comfort. He strode up to him just as Stiles moved forward, towards Derek. Derek enveloped him in a hug while Stiles gripped his shirt tightly, holding on for dear life. Derek cupped the back of Stiles’ head and rocked him, trying to communicate everything he needed to say in that hug. He could hear Stiles mumbling into his neck that he ‘couldn’t do it’, and that was when he noticed the nine millimeter Glock laying on the table.

Let me run away by Littleredridinghunter (1/1 | 45,399 | NR)

Stiles overhears the pack talking about kicking him out. He leaves town and stumbles onto a television set and his whole life changes abruptly. Monsters hide around every corner and not just the supernatural kind.

Unexpected [Part 4] || Mingyu

genre: angst
blurb: mingyu finds out you used to be engaged to someone else a while ago. [ requested ]
word count: 2022
author’s note: i’m so sorry for my late update!!;; it’s been difficult to find any free time recently, but hopefully i’ll be writing longer scenarios now that i’m finished the drabble requests~ i hope it’s okay!(:

[ part 1 ] [ part 2 ] [ part 3 ] [ part 4 ] [ part 5(final) ]

You sighed upon realizing that yet another day had begun. The sun shining on your face was more than enough evidence that everything yesterday was real. You could feel the lump in your throat growing larger with every passing second, but you forced yourself to stop. You brought this upon yourself, you reminded yourself. It was no one’s fault other than yours. Hey, no wait, he’s equally at fault, if not more! You continued to argue with your mind, rolling out of your messy bedsheets and beginning to prepare for the day. No wonder Mingyu left me, you mused, your thoughts and actions numb, I’m talking to myself – am I going crazy?

You unconsciously picked up your cell phone and scrolled through your newsfeed while taking a bite out of your cereal. Once you finished, you let out another deep sigh. “Should I call him?” You wondered, not needing to expand more on who the person you were talking about was. You shook your head immediately in response to your own question. Holy crap, I really am going crazy.

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Okay I’m just gonna simplify my thing because I got some confusion about what I was even talking about. [ I’m sorry I’m very tired X’D ]

1. I’m not a white nationalist and I don’t sympathize with them, previous post was just trying to illustrate a hypocrisy about laughing at some dummies while doing the same thing and being sort of like those dummies.

2. I just don’t like content censorship. At all. Even if some media goes against my principles, I will defend its right to exist. If I see you bashing an artist or content creator because you don’t like what happens in their narrative, you’re going to lose a lot of my respect. If you think content should be censored, then the respect of a creator like myself who makes frequently awful content shouldn’t matter much to you anyway.

Fic Updates Week Ending 2/18/17

Hello Everyone! Hope this weeks update post finds you all rested and enjoying your weekend.  Sorry, I’m a bit late getting the list out today…ngl…it was long and hectic week here and boy, am I glad it’s over.  

Plus - President’s Day is tomorrow and unlike some of you, who will have to schlep off to work tomorrow, I’ll be settling on my couch to get caught up on some updates.  Speaking of…let’s check out what we discovered this week:

Everything But Money  Chapter 7  by @mtk4fun

Capitol Life Chapter 6  by @javistg

Karma  Chapter 3  by @pookieh

My Sometime  Chapter 2  by @sothereff

Where We Can Be Safe  Multiple Chapters by @geekymoviemom

Get Some  Chapter 3  by @herainab

Bride & Fortune  Chapter 2  By Everllarkingjoshifer

Unconditional  Chapter 3 & 4 (epilogue)  by @titaniasfics

Sorrowful Angels  Chapter 9  by @mega-aulover

The Firebird  Chapter 25  by @thegirlfromoverthepond

Pure  Chapter 7  by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Leading Suspects  Chapter 3  by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

The Bad Boy  Chapter 4  by everlarklover1960

Weekend Getaway  Chapter 7 by @javistg

Happy Peeta Sunday!  Still the best damn day of the week!

Love ya!  Mean it!
Your Everlarkficupdate Team

Peeta looks so bad-ass in this pic - but those baby blues at the same time…sigh…anybody else as conflicted as I am?


Still experimenting with this so just hang with me here lovelies


A Summary 

A Prompts List

A “Kinda” Menu

Sentences Prompts

My Imagines

The list that keeps on growing :)

Alexander Hamilton

- I Wrote This Poem Just to Show it (Fluff)

- Beyond Words (Just lots of salt)

John Laurens

- Regretfully Peaceful (AnGsT)

- Wish (Fluff)

- Early (Angst)

Hercules Mulligan 

- Not Available Yet

Marquis de Lafayette

- Early Morning Streaks (Fluff)

- Frozen (Fluff)

- Unspoken (Fluff I guess?)

- Warmth (Fluff)

- Stress-Ridden (Fluff)

Thomas Jefferson

- Why a Hamilton? ( 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 )

- Infectious (Misunderstandings and fluff)

- The Red Stands for Slytherin Blood (Hogwarts AU)

James Madison

- Color ( 1, 2 )

George Washington

- Not Available Yet

Aaron Burr

- Not Available Yet

Philip Hamilton

- It’s Not Everyday this Happens (Fluff)

King George III

- That Was Wine? Didn’t Taste it (Fluff)

Eliza Schuyler / Hamilton

- Not Available Yet

Angelica Schuyler

- Not Available Yet

Peggy Schuyler

- Not Available Yet

Charles Lee

- Not Available Yet

Maria Reynolds

- Not Available Yet 

Samuel Seabury

- Not Available Yet


- 12 Days of Lin-mas Parody 

Savanette for Life

- Struck (1 , ? )

Submission Sunday’s Lovelies

- Samuel Seabury X Reader

- Peggy Schuyler X Reader

- An Idiot’s Door: Laurens X Reader

- Late Night Calls ( 1, 2 ): Lafayette X Reader

- I’m Sorry: Angelica X Reader


Trafalgar Law Week - Day 5: Relationships

**EDIT** Trafalgar Law Week - Day 6: Pirate+Doctor

i’m so late (  ゚,_ゝ゚) 2 days late (つд`) and i didn’t forget about day 4 i’ll just do it later this day… hopefully 

**EDIT** So it looks like i’ll have to skip day 4 sorry guys (;*△*;) I cut my finger and that’s why it took me so much to update since I have to work really slowly (´∩`。) so i’m posting day 6 here and i don’t know if i’ll do day 7… Also i’d like to place here all the people Law had/has a relation with so this post was supposed to be long (;゙°´ω°´)  maybe i’ll  add more, but it’ll take some time….

Life update

Sorry for being so inactive on here lately, but! I’ve been feelin better the past couple weeks since 1. I got a new job! It’s at a deli and cutting meat is super fun + I get to make myself a huge sandwich with whatever I want for lunch every day, and 2. I’m going back to school at Columbia in the Fall and returning to my old job there where I’m able to draw for like 4-5 hours a day (so happy about that)

So anyway what I’m saying is I’ve been in a better place recently and I’m gonna try to draw more regularly and generally not be such a stranger! Plus I’ve been playing the hell out of FE Echoes and holy shit I wanna draw everyone……


Fallen Humans Chapter 1: A Strange Place and New Faces

Page 5 & 6



[Next] - Pg. 7

[Previous] - Pg. 3 & 4

The fallen Children have arrived.

Sorry this is a day late! I had to work yesterday and then completely forgot to upload this…..Also I decided to to do 2 this weekend and only one next weekend.

Asks will start being answered today. If you still want to put out an ask go for it!!! I will be answering them all weekend (sat., sun, and mon) long. It will mostly be Sunday that I will be more available. 

Again sorry for the late update!


Life Update: Sorry for the lack of art lately guys, I haven’t had time to make QUALITY fanart. I’ve got finals next week and I had some commissions I had to finish up before opening up December’s slots. But have some practice headshots I did over the past 2 days! I’m gonna get so damn good at drawing guys it’s gonna be UNBELIEVABLE

also i have one more commission slot if any of you guys are interested!

Late update this week

Soooo, I’m still not done writing part 2 of Without, and I’m going to be at the boychild’s school for most of the day today. There’s a chance I’ll finish the fic late this afternoon/evening, but it might not be til tomorrow. Sorry!

Eye Candy - Chapter Three

Ship: marliza (Maria Reynolds x Eliza Schuyler)

Chapter One - Chapter Two

AU/Time Period: modern time, au where the whole world is black and white until you touch your soulmate

Tags: @eleanor7lupus @lovelyliteralrainbow @fangirling-saved-me @i-d-e-k-any-more @msageofenlightenment

Warnings: Light swearing, harsh behavioral changes

Dedication: @the-terrible-horrible-doodler for the amazing fan art! it was so cute and its my wallpaper on my phone. (this behavior is highly highly encouraged) 

Word Count: 2,484

a/n: ack im so sorry that this chapter is so late. my writing schedule was messed up because of my choir dress rehearsal and concert, but now that those are over, my updates should be more frequent. thank you for being patient! :)

A slow week had passed, almost infuriatingly. Eliza had yet to ask about Maria’s bruises, or where the girl disappeared off to for most of each day, but when Maria was free, they spent their time together. Eliza had found a new best friend, and that was something she was thankful for. Eliza didn’t make connections easily.

Eliza was hunched over her desk, furiously scribbling lyrics onto a piece of pale blue paper. She was trying to work through one verse, but the words just weren’t working with her. Eliza jumped when there was a knock at the door. 

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Hey guys! Sorry about how late this is, it’s been really stressful. Lots of tests. But also, please don’t expect fast updates. I take a while for each and I barely have time anymore. ’^_^
So as a little change, I wrote a short little chapter in more of Marinette’s point of view than Adrien’s. Let me know which you prefer, okay? Also, this fic will be extremely winter and Christmas themed for a while because I’m in a Christmas mood and there are so many good things that I can do with it hehe. Also written for MLWeek Day 2: Friendship/Family!

Indirect Friendship (part one, part two)

Chapter Three

Marinette tapped her pencil lightly against her notebook. Could fashion designers have writer’s block? Designer’s block?

Whatever the case, she couldn’t come up with anything new, and she didn’t know how to get out of…whatever it was.

She stared at the blank page until a tiny, fluttering snowflake landed at the top of it. A smile spread across her face. Snow, huh? Yeah, Christmas is definitely coming soon. She stood up slowly, turning her gaze to the sky to watch the sprinkling snow scatter everywhere, and dust the landscape with white.

She turned to walk back down to her room, when suddenly she heard someone land on the roof behind her.

“Going already, princess? But I’ve just arrived!”

Marinette snorted, muffling a choking sound behind her wrist. “Hey, kitty cat. Now to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I come here every other day, what are you talking about?” Marinette laughed again, turning back to him.

“I know, silly.” She walked towards him, sketchbook still in hand, and stood face-to-face with him. “What’s up? How’s fighting?”

“Ah, nothing really. Akuma attacks get really infrequent until the holidays, but patrols are fine as ever.” He sat against the railing. “My regular life is great, my studies are fine. My friend is great.”

“Friend in your regular life?” Marinette questioned. “Not Ladybug? You don’t talk much about your regular life.”

“Ah, yeah,” He flushed slightly. “I’m not fond of my regular life. I feel controlled and stuff, I don’t want to bring it into my superhero life.” Marinette looked at him sadly.

“I’m sorry, Chat.” She sat next to him. It had been several weeks since he had started visiting her. They talked a lot, and she had found a real friend in him.

Unfortunately, she had to monitor her words to ensure he didn’t realize she was Ladybug.

“And you, princess? A little birdie told me you’re not too happy at school.” Marinette stiffened. Who is this little birdie exactly? Does he know someone in my class? I really hope he doesn’t know everything that happened because that was such a mess…

“Um…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Marinette chose to respond.

Chat raised an eyebrow. “It’s the middle of the day on a Tuesday, meaning you would be at school if you weren’t suspended. Are you lying to me?”

Marinette pointedly looked at her feet. “N-No…I’m n-not…what are you talking about…”

“Marinette,” She looked up at him. Chat pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. “please don’t lie to me.”

Marinette glanced downwards, then back up. His serious expression dimmed the usual amused twinkle in his eyes. Her eyes filled with tears. “It’s absolutely horrible.” she whispered. “It was the worst. I hate Chloe Bourgeois so much.”

Chat sighed and put an arm around her. “What happened?” Her calm façade fell.

“I w-was walking into class…she tripped m-me. She did it on purpose, I know now because she then spilled her c-coffee on me…and laughed…it was so terrible, and I called her awful because it covered my s-sketchbook and a few of my designs…she got m-mad at me and of course her father is the mayor so I’m now suspended until tomorrow.” She didn’t cry, but her expression definitely showed she wanted to.

To his surprise, she just sighed. Chat bit his lip.

“Do you know why she would do that?”

“Because I was talking to Adrien,” she explained. “Chloe thinks she can get anything she wants…and she wants Adrien. She hates me for talking to him, for opposing her and I just hate her selfish attitude.”

Chat stiffened. “I know, I know…your sketchbook seems alright?”

Marinette opened it. “Yeah, I guess. The major loss was this page…I spent a lot of time designing this scarf.” She smiled slightly. “I made it for Adrien…for his birthday. I think he was told it was from his father though?”

He froze.

Marinette looked at him. “Chat?”

“I’m sorry, princess. But right now, I think you should go inside. The snow is getting heavier and I don’t want you to get sick.”

Marinette nodded. “Bye, Chat. Thank you.” She stood up and walked towards the stairwell.

“Take care, Marinette.”

Marinette woke up, drowsy. Then she perked up. I’m going back to school today! Her happiness was then muted. I’ll have to be near Chloe again.

With that thought in mind, she got ready slowly. As she walked downstairs, the smell of cinnamon drifted towards her.

“Christmas cookies,” Marinette breathed, eyes brightening. She walked downstairs.

“Good morning, Mari!” Her mom put a batch of cookies in the oven. “We have some made since Christmas is next week, so why don’t you take a few to school?”

Marinette smiled. “Thanks, mama. I’ll take a few.” She took the bag in her hand and left for school.

About halfway through her journey, Alya joined her. “I’m so sorry about what happened,” Alya said. Her eyes were remorseful and angry. “I wish I could do something about that pest.”

Marinette shook her head. “Don’t worry,” she replied with a small smile. “I’m alright. Let’s hurry so we can have cookies!” Alya giggled and they rushed onwards.

Reaching the front, they entered and proceeded to their lockers.

“Good morning, Marinette. Are you alright?”

She turned. It had taken weeks of practice, but she could finally speak to Adrien Agreste with minimal stuttering. “Good morning, and yes, thank you. How are you?”

“He has a detention later,” Nino answered, walking towards them. “so I’d think not so great.”

Adrien sighed. “Nino, stop. I’m fine too, it’s not a big deal.”

“What happened?” Marinette asked.

“He ditched a class. Standard fee is half an hour of detention,” Alya told her.

Marinette recoiled. “What?! You ditched class?!”

Adrien chuckled nervously. “It’s not a big deal…”

They walked to class together.

“Adrien~” an obnoxious voice sang. “Good morning!” Chloe grabbed his arm and dragged him across the room.

Marinette stifled her bitterness and proceeded to her seat.

“Guess where I’m going for vacation next week?” Chloe crooned. “To Rome! It’s going to be so pretty!”

Nino sighed. “Chloe, stop acting all high and mighty. Some of us are going out of town too.”

“Yeah,” Alya added. “I’m going to see my cousins in the countryside.”

“Same,” Nino grinned. “It’s been a while.”

“I’m staying home,” most people stated.

“The bakery always gets busy during Christmastime, we’re staying home.” Marinette explained.

“I’m staying home, too.” Adrien said. “The photographers take Christmas off, and my dad has some sort of business trip.”

Everyone stared at him slightly.

“Dude, is that really okay with you? It’s Christmas.” Nino declared, suspicious.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s fine. I’m used to it.”

“Y-You can come to the bakery,” Marinette blurted out.

The class then turned to stare at her.

She felt her cheeks redden considerably, cursing herself in her mind. “I-If you want, I mean…my parents won’t mind. And there are a lot of sweets and stuff and it’s a lot of fun but I mean it’s totally okay if you just want to stay at your home of course-”

“Marinette.” he interrupted.

“Y-Yeah?” she responded shyly.

“I’d love to.” he said, smiling. “Thanks for inviting me.” He sat next to Nino in their regular spot, leaving Chloe spluttering and red faced.

“Way to go, Marinette!” Alya whispered to her, grinning.

Marinette blushed in response.

“Mama…Papa…is it okay that I invited Adrien for Christmas?”

Her mother gasped. “Adrien as in crush Adrien?”

Marinette groaned. “No…yes…that’s not the point…”

“Why?” her father asked suspiciously.

“He’s going to be alone for Christmas, with no family or friends. I felt really bad so I invited him…please, please, please?”

Her father sighed while her mother giggled. “Of course, sweetie. It’ll be fun. Let’s make extra cookies for him!”

Marinette giggled too. Oh, let me also get him a present!

The next morning, Marinette sat at her desk, looking through her notebook to study a little before class started. Pop quiz or not, she wanted to stay on top.

“Marinette? Can I talk to you?”

Marinette glanced up, where Adrien stood. “O-Oh, sure. What’s up?” He gestured for her to come with him. She quickly stood up and followed him out of the classroom. He leaned against the wall by the door.

“Why didn’t you tell me? he asked. His eyes were sad, but he spoke gently. Marinette looked at him questioningly. He pulled his scarf out of his bag and straightened out one end. Unfolding a little pocket, he gestured to her name, which was stitched into the seam.

Marinette laughed nervously, a hand behind her neck. “U-Um…I…” She winced. “Please don’t be mad at me…”

Adrien sighed. “I’m not…mad. Just…you should’ve told me. It wouldn’t really have surprised me, my dad tends to forget my birthday anyway.”

Marinette bit her lip. “But you looked so…happy. I couldn’t bear it if you were upset after seeing you so happy…”

Adrien’s expression morphed into one of surprise. “O-Oh?”

Marinette glanced downwards. She flushed slightly. I’m so weird…

“I’m not used to being cared for. It’s pretty nice.” Marinette turned back to him. His cheeks were dusted with pink and his smile was thankful. Marinette felt her face burn.

“O-Of course, Adrien.”

They walked back inside. A thought occurred to Marinette. What prompted to look for clues like that anyway? It was well hidden…

Her eyes widened in surprise. Is Adrien the one Chat talks to all the time?! That would explain why Chat got so startled when I admitted to liking Adrien… Her jaw dropped in horror. Oh no…don’t tell me Chat told Adrien She muffled an embarrassed groan between her lips.

I need to talk to Adrien.

Marinette packed up her things and hurried to her locker. Please tell me he hasn’t left yet…

Sure enough, he stood by his own locker, talking to Nino. Nino waved and alked away as Adrien closed his locker.

“A-Adrien! Can I talk to you?” Marinette asked, rushing towards him. He turned and nodded. She stopped quickly, trying to calm herself and not absolutely flip out that her crush may know about said crush.

“Are you alright? You look like you have a fever.” He placed a hand on her forehead. “You’re burning up! Do you have a headache?”

Marinette stiffened and moved away. “Oh, n-no. I’m fine, no. It’s just…” She glanced away, then back at him. “…do you talk to Chat Noir?”

Adrien looked astonished, or more accurately, like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. “Uh…I…why?”

Marinette paused, and made a dramatic point of looking around. “Because I’ve been talking to him, also. I just…I was curious because it seemed like you may have…”

“Oh,” Adrien nodded. “Well, yeah. We, uh, talk. A lot. About stuff.”

Marinette could’ve died on the spot. “What does he talk to you about…?”

“Not much, really.”

Marinette’s embarrassed expression faded into a more serious one. “Was he the one who told you about me making the scarf?”

Adrien froze. Marinette sighed.

“I thought so.”

“Well, er, I found your name myself…he tipped me off?” Adrien explained, guiltily.

Marinette shrugged. “I think I’ll talk to him about that. See you tomorrow,” she told him, then walked out.

Chat Noir, you are getting hell from me.

“Princess, I’ve already spoken to him and I know what you’re going to say.”

“Chat, I trusted you. You’ve been talking to the guy I even admitted to liking?!” Marinette raged.

Chat seemed speechless. She glared at him. “I won’t tell him anything else,” Chat declared.

“It’s a bit late for that…how can I trust you? For all I know you may have told him about my feelings.”

“Not directly…?”

Marinette’s jaw dropped. “What’s that suppposed to mean?!”

“I haven’t told him.” Chat corrected himself.

Marinette shook her head. “This…this was a mistake.”

“Marinette, please. I’m sorry…”

She gave him an exasperated look. “No, Chat. This isn’t okay.”

“Well maybe you should just tell him then.” Marinette stared at him, as his expression morphed from apologetic to serious. “Just tell him how you feel. Talk to him. You obviously want to, and I’m apparently not good enough.”

Marinette shook her head. “I don’t think you understand how much I want to trust you…” Marinette breathed. I won’t be able to focus during missions anymore. The whole dynamic will be thrown off.

“Fine…I’ll go. But promise me you’ll talk to him.” Marinette turned to Chat. She didn’t think she had ever seen him that disappointed and hurt.

“I will,” she whispered. Chat nodded. He clambered over the railing.

“Goodbye, princess.” He forced smile. Then he dropped down, while Marinette watched him dash away over the roofs of Paris.

I care about you, Chat. So much. But our friendship would’ve ruined us. This is the right thing to do.

She retreated down the stairs to her room.

Marinette felt like a zombie at school, quite frankly. She had gotten just about no sleep and she wanted to cry.

Adrien walked in alone, and to her surprise, he looked no better than her. Marinette remembered her promise to Chat.

I’ll talk to him tonight…as Ladybug.

Ladybug breathed onto her frigid hands, shivering slightly. She carefully grasped her weapon as she swung onto a roof, then dashed over the skyline towards the park. Adrien’s shoot would be over in half an hour, and she would intercept him then.

As expected, she watched the staff pack up as Adrien sat on a park bench, getting ready to leave. The park lights shone through the dark, the stars barely visible behind layers of clouds.

She quickly rushed down the building, and dashed towards him. He leaned back against the bench, sighing. She crept towards the bench from behind, touching it with a half-frozen hand. She then hurriedly sat next to him, quietly, and waited for him to notice her.

He opened his eyes and glanced to the side.

She wished she could say she felt guilty, but watching him freak out and fall off the bench was pretty funny.

“L-Ladybug!” he managed, straightening himself up and getting back onto the bench. “What brings you…here?”

“I couldn’t resist meeting the great Adrien Agreste, I’m quite the fan.” she teased. He groaned.

“Please, no…”

“I’m kidding. Well no, I am a fan. But I just wanted to talk.”

“About?” He gave her a bright smile.

She returned the smile, refusing to blush. Ladybug’s confidence helps. “I don’t know, anything.”

“My life is either photoshoots or school, so not much.”

“I’m sure you’re hounded in school,” Ladybug shrugged.

“Not really.” Adrien looked at his hands. Ladybug shook her head.

“The girls must fawn over you…”

He raised an eyebrow. “You want to talk about my love life?”

Ladybug flushed heavily. “W-Well…” she stammered. “I don’t know.” I can’t help it. I just like you…a lot…

“There’s this girl I like…” Ladybug stiffened. Nevermind. Please don’t tell me about this.

“She’s bold, and confident, and beautiful…” He was blushing profusely, glancing nervously at her. “…but then, I found out this other girl likes me.”

Ladybug then wanted to curl up into a ball and die. Chat Freaking Noir, I will rip your limbs off.

“That girl is kind, sweet and absolutely wonderful. I’ve become a lot closer with her and I want to get to know her. But I don’t know how I feel about her…especially since I have strong feelings for another girl.”

Chloe Bourgeois always wins. Ladybug felt her stomach sink and eyes water, if only a little. She took a deep breath. I’m not a little girl. I need to move on, because he may think I’m kind, but that’s obviously not who he wants.

Though…I guess I knew that already.

“Why don’t you ask out that girl you like?” Ladybug stated, bluntly. “She probably likes you back.”

“I’ve tried…I’ve tried, time and time again. But the words don’t come, and I don’t think she will ever feel the same.” Ladybug jolted. Chloe’s feelings were very clear, and she definitely returned his feelings. So…is there another girl involved?

“The girl you like is in your class?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. I wish I knew.” Ladybug’s eyebrows furrowed. She looked up at Adrien. He was looking at her with a wistful smile, cheeks rosy red. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she looked away.

No way…wait, does Adrien like…Ladybug? Her lingering blush darkened. What…when did he ever try to tell me how he feels… Her eyes widened further.

Getting saved by Ladybug was amazing…I wish I had gotten to spend more time with her.

You talk to Ladybug?! That’s amazing.

I heard that you’ve designed clothes for Ladybug! That’s amazing! Oh and Chat Noir too…my father might even want to work with you!

Ladybug wanted to laugh. Or maybe cry. Possibly both. I’m the girl he likes. But it’s the wrong side of me.

“What’s that supposed to mean.” Ladybug commented, then muffled a depressed groan between her lips.

“I don’t know, Ladybug.” He stood up. “I don’t know what I’m saying. I’ll see you around.” He walked away. Ladybug trailed his figure without dropping her gaze.

Marinette worked on her homework absentmindedly, sighing every once and a while. Tikki floated upwards and snuggled into her neck.

“Cheer up, Marinette,” Tikki told her gently. “Adrien does like you. And he’s coming for Christmas, remember? You have to get him a present and have fun-”

“I know, Tikki, I know.” Marinette whispered. “But it’s not the me I want him to like, though I always knew he would never like Marinette as the clumsy, shy girl. He will only ever see me as a friend, and though it’s not a bad thing, I don’t know how to let him stop liking me as Ladybug. Because Ladybug needs to be separate from my regular life.”

“But why? Is it bad for him to like Ladybug?”

“Just liking as someone likes a hero is fine. Having a crush on is different. Because worst case is telling people my secret identity when I’m unable to stop some villain…and he’ll hate me then, both as Ladybug and as Marinette. ‘How could you not tell me? Do you not trust me?’ All that.”

“Then why don’t you tell him, right now?”

“Ugh, I’m so embarrassing…he’d stop liking Ladybug.”

“That isn’t true…”

“But it is, and I really don’t want to risk it. Oh Tikki, what have I gotten myself into?”

Tikki sighed. “I don’t know, Marinette. But you’ll get through it, I promise.”

Marinette nodded. “As long as I have you,” she responded, cradling the kwami gently.

Soon, but seemingly not soon enough, it was the end of the day on Friday. The students tapped their pencils anxiously, as the teacher got continuously more ticked off by the impatient tapping. Finally, class was over.

“Christmas break! Woo!” Kim shouted as he jumped over the table and ran out. A chorus of laughter followed behind him. Marinette grabbed her books and rushed out to her locker.

“Woah, slow down!” Alya called from a little behind her. “Why are you in such a rush?”

“I have to get home and help my parents so they’ll let me go out shopping tonight,” Marinette explained. “You’re coming, right?”

Alya nodded with a smile. “I have a lot of cousins to buy presents for, I’ll definitely come with you. Want to meet outside the mall?”

“Sounds good! See you Alya!” Marinette waved as she dashed out of school.

In doing so, she nearly slammed into people out on the steps. To not crash into them, she stepped to the side and missed a step. She definitely would have gone flying if not for arms quickly grabbing her from behind.

“Woah! Be careful!” Marinette’s eyes widened and she blushed furiously.

“Sorry, Adrien.” she muttered, straightening up. His arms were fixed gently around her waist, preventing her from falling.

“No worries, but slow down! You’re going to get hurt.” he told her. She turned around with a sheepish smile and he gently removed his arms.

“I know, I know.” she said. “You’re still coming on Tuesday for Christmas?” He nodded brightly.

“Definitely,” he responded.

“Okay! See you on Tuesday.” She waved to him as well before hurrying towards her home.

When she finally reached, she rushed to put her stuff away before running down to help her parents.

“Mari, you’re in charge of the cookies. We have many, many orders so it may take a while!” her mom told her. Marinette forced herself not to sigh in exasperation.

Two hours later, she and her parents were still mixing, baking, and decorating and it seemed they wouldn’t finish anytime soon. Marinette was freaking out internally as she went to text Alya that she would be very late.

The chime jingled, signaling someone entering the bakery. “Mari you’re the most decent, can you go get he door?” her father asked. It was true, her father was covered in flour, and her mother’s face was smeared with frosting. Marinette gave a nervous chuckle before running out to the front.

“Hi, welcome to Dupain bakery!” she said quickly, before checking who it was. Her friend waved at her. Marinette laughed. “Hi, Alya. I’m really sorry, you may have to go ahead without me. We’re nowhere near finished.” She gave Alya an apologetic smile.

“Oh, let me help out! Also, I brought friends who can help too.” Marinette’s eyes widened in surprise. Adrien and Nino walked in, chatting and laughing. Marinette turned back to Alya with a terrified gaze. Alya laughed. “Come on, boys. Let’s help Marinette and her parents bake!”

Nino grinned. “Oh yes. Expect half to be eaten.” Alya hit him on the back of his head with a roll of her eyes.

“Alya and Nino, you help papa bake. Adrien, you can help my mom and myself decorate.” Marinette declared, a surge of confidence running through.

“Roger!” Alya said, and the four of them went into the back.

“Mama, I brought help!” Marinette called. Sabine turned to look, smiling brightly at the four of them.

“Good, good! Let’s get these orders done quickly.”

Alya and Nino quickly put on aprons and started mixing. Marinette took a rack of cookies and put them on the counter.

“Here, just decorate however you’d like.” Marinette told Adrien. She refused to stammer or blush.

“Okay,” he said with a nervous laugh.

They quickly finished decorating the racks, just as Marinette’s father and friends efficiently mixed and baked.

Marinette giggled, looking at Adrien’s creations. “Not bad,” she told him. They were crudely drawn, but definitely not bad at all.

He gave her an anxious smile in return. In half an hour, they had finished with the orders.

“Thank you so much guys!” Marinette cried, cheering as they finished decorating the last bunch.

“So, we may have made an extra batch,” her father told them mischeviously. “Go on, have some.”

Nino looked in awe. “Mr. Dupain, you are my hero.” he declared shamelessly. Alya hit him on the back of his head again with another roll of her eyes.

“Here, we can wash our hands first.” Marinette said. They all washed up and went back out to eat Christmas cookies.

“Thank you mama, papa!” Marinette said, brightly. Adrien sat at the table, picking up a cookie. He took a careful bite, then gasped.

“These are amazing! Why haven’t I had these yet?!” he yelped. Nino snickered.

“You’re unlucky, my friend. These are the highlight of the holidays.” he informed. Sabine’s warm laughter echoed throughout the bakery. She and Tom went back into the kitchen.

Marinette sat next to him boldy. “I’m glad you like them,” she said shyly.

Adrien grinned at her. He then turned to her parents, with a sad smile. “I wish my house could be like this for the holidays. It’s so…warm. And lovely. I think coming to your house for Christmas will be absolutely wonderful.”

Marinette beamed. “I’m happy you’re coming,” she told him honestly.

“You’re lucky to have family like this, Marinette.” he sighed.

Marinette looked carefully at him. “You know, Adrien…” She paused. “There are really two kinds of family. The one you are born with, and the one you choose.”

Adrien gave her a questioning look. “What do you mean?”

“Well you have your dad, who is related by blood. But you also have the people you choose as family, like Nino, who you’re so close with.” Marinette explained. “You’re right, I am lucky, because my parents are both part of my blood family and the family I have chosen for myself. And I have also chosen Alya…” She giggled. “…whether she likes it or not, to be my sister. You can choose who you consider your family too.”

Adrien’s eyes were wide with what seemed to be realization. Marinette flushed slightly, realizing how much she had said. Alya looked at her, smiling gently. Marinette grinned back at her.

“You don’t have to look too far,” Marinette added. “Your friends can be your family.” She got up and slung an arm around Alya. The girls laughed together.

Nino put his arm on his shoulder. “I’d do anything for you, you know. We’re friends.”

Adrien nodded. His smile spread across his cheeks. “Same for you, Nino. Anytime, any place.”

Marinette grinned at him. Christmas is going to be wonderful this year.

Really hope you enjoyed! Please don’t expect fast updates! ~Phantom-chan

anonymous asked:

I didn't intend to be rude! I started reading it two days ago but I've already finished it bc its so good and I had no idea when you started writing it.. Sorry for my bad English its not my 1st language :\

Your English isn’t bad! And I misread the ask too - I apologise for being so short-tempered about it, I was rude too, and that wasn’t fair on you. I’ve been a bit stressed lately, but you didn’t deserve the sharp end of that - I am definitely going to finish that fic! <3 :)

Purgatory - Part 10

Jungkook X Reader


What if I told you I wasn’t from this world? If I said I looked after you and watched you grow up, even if I wasn’t physically there. If You saw me, you would think I was just a figment of your imagination.

What if there really was such a thing as an afterlife or another universe? And what if I told you that I was the only one capable of entering both in order to see you?

What if I told you that you had 10 days left to live before I would finally be able to meet you and tell you I’ve loved you for so long

Would you Believe me?

A/N: So Sorry for the late update! I wish I made this longer cause you all waited so long ;-; I hope you still enjoy this story ;-;

Genre: Everything

Word Count: 2263

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You stared at Aphrodite with big eyes, “It’s okay” You said, “But I rather we don’t talk to each other anymore.” You spoke, your face stern. She nodded in understanding, wiping away the tears that almost slipped from her eyes.
Minhyuk returned to the room a few seconds later and could already feel the tension in the air. He looked at Aphrodite who sat on her stool, her head facing down. He ran up to her, placing the food on the table, almost spilling it, and putting his hand on her shoulders, rubbing her back in small circles as he leaned in to try and get a better view of her face, “Are you okay?!” He asked, “I’m sorry I took so long… I got food for you because I didn’t know if you were hungry or not… you don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to though. I don’t want to force you”
Aphrodite looked up at him with a gentle smile before saying thanks and eating quietly to herself.

The look of sympathy rested on Minhyuk’s face as he walked up to you and Jungkook, asking what happened.
“It’s nothing to worry about” Jungkook said, faking a smile. You nodded in agreement which made Minhyuk more confused than he was before. Then he walked back to Aphrodite, taking a seat beside her and just comforting her, trying to make her laugh with corny jokes and funny faces. Which eventually worked, a natural smile appearing on her face.

“They’re quite cute together, don’t you think?” Jungkook said to you and you just nodded, “It’s too bad she doesn’t notice how caring she is”
“I’m sure she does, just look at her face”


Students slowly started to file back into the classroom and for another hour, they continued working on potions.
The bell signalled the end of the class as you and Jungkook sped down the hall to the gate. You were let in right away by the guards, and you saw that everyone else was already there.

“YOU HAVE A FAMILY?!” Taehyung ran up to Jungkook, shaking him senseless.
“I-I Don’t know!”

“Tell us Everything that happened” Yoongi said calmly as he approached Jungkook.
“W-Well… Y/N and I were walking back to my place the other day, and there was this guy standing there carrying this box saying that it was a package for me”
“A package? I thought we had no mail up here” Hoseok questioned
“We don’t.” Yoongi replied in a questioning tone as he sat upon his throne, resting his hand on his chin as he thought, “Satorou…” He whispered to himself.
“What about him?” someone asked from below.
“He could have sent it… do you think that maybe… he’s holding Jungkook’s family captive?” Yoongi said, questioning more to himself than to others.

“No way…” Jungkook said, gripping onto your shoulders for support, “That little-!”
“Jungkook. Please. We don’t know for sure, but I’m getting a hunch that that could be the reason” Yoongi stopped him.
Jungkook pouted and stomped on the ground like a little kid, making you chuckle to yourself.

“Well, there really is only one way to find out” Namjoon said, informing everyone. They all looked at each other and nodded.
“We’re not ready to go yet though” Taehyung said.
“I know. But we need to practice. And we need to make it worth our time because we don’t know what could happen ” Yoongi said as he started walking around before stopping at a door, “Everyone, come with me”

Yoongi led them to an arena that sat outside, everyone aweing at the sight in front of them.
“Was this always here?” Taehyung whispered to Hoseok. Hoseok just shrugged his shoulders, still looking at the size of the building.
“Welcome to the battle stadium” Yoongi declared as he flicked on a switch, lighting up the whole arena. Everyone gazed in wonder, “This is like the Biosphere, except… bigger” Yoongi smiled. He looked at Jungkook and walked up to him, “This, Jungkook, is where you’ll be practicing until you’re able to unlock your full powers.”
“What? How am I supposed to do that?”
“By battling”
“By- what? I don’t know how to- wha- I- HuhhHH?????” Everyone chuckled as they watched the flustered boy.
“Y/N will teach you” Yoongi suggested. Now it was your turn to be flustered and Jungkook just stared at you in wonder, “W-Wait. Yoongi I-I don’t know how to teach him! I don’t even know what’s going on when I fight people! I can’t teach him-”
“To be completely and utterly honest” Namjoon interrupted, “You’re the only one he’ll listen too without complaint” Namjoon said behind you, agreeing nods from everyone else.
“But- I- Ugh. Fine.”


So ever since, Day and night, before school and after school, You and Jungkook would be in the stadium, practicing over and over again. The only way you could teach him was for you to fight the enemies while he watched your every movement, jotting down notes in his head. Because of this, Jungkook was quickly able to control his psionic powers when you helped him. Yoongi even said that Jungkook’s Psionic powers were even stronger than his own. But even so, he wasn’t able to awaken the other power inside of him. It didn’t matter who helped him.

Jungkook landed onto the ground after finishing a fight, his face and beginnings of his hair dripping with sweat. He just laid there on the cold concrete and you ran up to him, “Y/N” He whined, “I give up! It’s not gonna happen! What if I don’t even have another power?” He complained. You sat down beside him and he pulled you in between his legs, your back against his sweaty chest. You squealed as you tried to move away, but he stopped you by resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Y/N~” He whined again. You fixed his hair and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “Don’t give up yet, I still believe in you Jungkook. If Yoongi says you have something else within you, then he has to be right. We’re going to Satouru in less than a week. Jungkook, we need you” you said, gazing into his big, doe like eyes, “I need you, Jungkook”
That made his eyes widen before he pulled you into a deep, longing, and passionate kiss. He pulled away, touching your foreheads together before smiling sweetly, “I’ll do anything to protect you Y/N. Even if it costs me my life.”


“That’s it Jungkook! You’re doing great!” You yelled from afar, staying away from the danger as you stood in the stands. The other members joined you as they watched Jungkook dance amongst the enemies, easily taking them out without even having to touch any of them.
Hoseok put his hand on your shoulder, “You did a great job at teaching sis” He smiled. You got a little embarrassed as you felt your cheeks heat up, “I’m not that good…”
“Well look at him, he wasn’t even able to make things move by themselves very well. And now here he is, taking people out with a single blow. You should teach me too” Namjoon laughed.

A call of distress diverted all of your attention onto Jungkook. He was screaming as he knelt on the ground, clutching his head.
“Jungkook!” Everyone yelled as they raced down. Yoongi stopped them all before they could approach him, “Guys, wait.”
“Wait?! He’s in pain, Yoongi!”
“His other power might be getting to him”
You all watched as you saw Jungkook roll on the ground, grabbing his hair and his head. You were all worried for him, but you couldn’t bear to watch him suffer. You slipped past Yoongi’s arms as he yelled at you, telling you to come back. But you didn’t hear him. You only heard the cries of pain Jungkook was having. You ran up to him and put your hand on his shoulder, “Jung…kook?” you asked, a bit frightened.
He stared up at you, his eyes glowed a bright yellow, you couldn’t even see the brown in his eyes anymore.
“Y/N? Agh-!” He clutched his head, “Y/N! Go-Go back to Yoongi! It’s not safe- Agh- Here!”
“I’m not leaving you here Jungkook! You’re hurt!”
“I’m fine- I don’t want to hurt you!” you stared up at him and hugged him tightly, refusing to let go no matter how much he tried to push you off. Then there it was, a beam of light that ripped through your body, blasting you to the other side of the stadium. You hit the wall and collapsed down onto the ground, everyone running towards you. The last thing you heard was everyone yelling your name, the last thing you saw was a giant man on fire, 5 times the size of a regular human. But then you closed your eyes, letting the darkness overtake you.


“Y/N Please…”
“Fuck, please wake up”


You heard voices, someone sobbing and others just yelling your name in your ear. You opened your eyes slowly, “Guys…?” you said. Jungkook was wrapped around your body, cradling you in his arms. Once your eyes adjusted, you saw the tears in his eyes.
“Oh thank god!” He sighed, taking in a deep breath and letting it out as if he’s been holding it this whole time, “I’m so sorry Y/N” he pulled you in tighter, “So sorry. I told you to stay away from me! Fuck-I I’m sorry” He sobbed, his tears and sweat rubbing onto your shirt.
“Y/N Are you okay?!” Everyone else said as they stared at you. You nodded, too weak to form words. You saw your brother in the corner, breathing heavily and looking exhausted. Namjoon noticed your stare and answered the question that sat in your mind, “He used all his power to bring you back. Don’t worry. He’ll recover, but he just needs a break…”
You clutched onto Jungkook’s arm as you tried to stand up, everyone backing away from you. Your arm was around Jungkook’s shoulder as you wobbled back and forth, the blood rushing to your head, closing your eyes intensely to try and shake off the dizziness.

“what… happened?” You said, voice raspy and shaken.
“Jungkook…” everyone around said, their eyes filled with fear, “discovered his power…”
“Really? What is it?”
“Well… a simple way to put it is to say he became a god. Literally.” Taehyung spoke. As you sat down by your brother, you watched as Jungkook walked outside, ruffling his hand in his hair. So that was what you saw earlier. That giant man that was on fire.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Namjoon asked, everyone still looking at you with worried faces.
“Yes… I’m fine.” You looked at your brother, “Are you okay Hobi?” you asked your brother. His eyes were closed but he nodded.

You stood up once more, wobbling a bit, everyone there, ready to catch you if you fell, “I want to see Jungkook” They all nodded as they escorted you outside. There, you found Jungkook alying on the grass, his arms crossed behind his head as he just stared at the sky. When you approached him, his eyes were closed.

“Go away, Namjoon. I just want to be by myself right now” he said, eyes still closed. You smiled faintly before slowly laying yourself down beside him. You clutched your stomach before relaxing.
“Why am I such an idiot?” He said to himself. You didn’t speak.
“I promised to protect her with my life… but I was the one that hurt her… Oh god. That feeling when I saw her on the ground. I-I just couldn’t bear with myself anymore.” You watched as he took one arm and placed it over his eyes, covering his puffy face.
You smiled, “I mean, how could I be so stupid as to let her come to me? Yoongi should have done a better job at keeping her with everyone else. This is my fault… it’s all my fault…” He sniffled, “I don’t even deserve her for doing that. I could have killed her!” He rolled over, facing the opposing side to you.
“She’ll never forgive me now… I don’t want her sympathy… what if I do it again? What if I hurt her even more? Namjoon…” He sat up, “..What should I- Y/N?” He said, finally realizing it was you the whole time. His eyes were gentle yet scarce. He didn’t even want to touch you, afraid that he would hurt you again.
You sat up and rested your head on his shoulder, “I forgive you Jungkook. You didn’t do it on purpose and you couldn’t control it. It wasn’t your fault” You said softly, voice still rough.

“But Y/N I-”

“Shh. It’s okay. Don’t worry about it anymore” you said as you placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, wiping his eyes dry with your thumbs, “Don’t cry. I still need you Jungkook” You smiled at him. He gazed right into your eyes, “Y-Y/N” he said, you watched as his arms twitched and you invited him in for a hug -to which he was happy to accept.

“You’re my everything Y/N. I don’t know what I would do without you. Really I don’t” he kissed you hungrily, only breaking apart when you heard the clearing of a throat coming from behind you

“come on guys. Save that for when you’re alone” they all smiled as you and Jungkook blushed a deep crimson.

“we have work to do” Yoongi said as he smiled.

~Admin Luna