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It's gone?...It can't be gone...

summary: ANGST. You and your partner had been expecting a little baby, but that turned. You wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and blood. immediatly you wake your partner who rushes you to the hospital.

(hyun ju, thanos, namgyu, gyeong seok, young il, gi hun, dae ho, min su, sang woo) (roh jae won, choi san, kim seo wan)

Warnings: Angst, Blood, Loss, Grief, Miscarriage, death

Hyunju (You got pregnant before her surgery)

The night was unbearably still, save for the occasional creak of the house settling. The air was thick with the remnants of a summer storm, the scent of rain lingering on the breeze that slipped through the barely open window. Everything felt heavy, sluggish—until the pain tore through you, sharp and unforgiving.

Your gasp barely made a sound, strangled in your throat as you jolted upright. A sickening warmth spread between your legs, soaking through the sheets. Your hands trembled as you reached down, fingers coming away slick and red. A choked sob escaped your lips.

"Hyun-Ju," you rasped, reaching for her in the darkness. Your voice was barely above a whisper, but she was always a light sleeper. The moment your hand touched her shoulder, she stirred.

She blinked at you, confusion quickly giving way to concern when she saw your face. "Baby? What—?"

"Something's wrong."

She barely paused before throwing the blankets aside, her movements quick, almost frantic, as she flicked on the bedside lamp. The sight of the blood drained the color from her face. "Oh, God—Y/N—"

She didn’t waste a second. One arm slid around your back, the other under your knees as she helped you up, whispering words of reassurance, even as her own voice trembled.

The drive to the hospital was a blur. Hyun-Ju’s hands were white-knuckled on the wheel, her jaw clenched so tightly you swore you could hear her teeth grinding. She kept stealing glances at you, panic written all over her face, but she said nothing. What was there to say? You both knew what this meant.

The doctors confirmed it a few hours later.

There was no heartbeat.

Hyun-Ju sat beside you on the hospital bed, her hand wrapped around yours so tightly it almost hurt. But you didn’t want her to let go. You needed her warmth, her presence, something to keep you from unraveling completely.

She was crying. Silent tears ran down her cheeks, dripping onto the hospital blanket pooled around your waist. You turned your head to her, eyes hollow, your own tears long spent.

"I’m sorry," you whispered.

Her head snapped up. "Don’t. Don’t you dare apologize."

You could only stare at her. "I—"

"This isn’t your fault," she said, voice firm despite how broken she looked. "I need you to know that. No matter what—" Her breath hitched, and she squeezed your hand even tighter. "We’ll get through this. I swear we will."

You wanted to believe her. More than anything, you wanted to hold onto her words and let them carry you through the grief threatening to swallow you whole.

But for now, you just let her hold you, let yourself fall into her arms as the weight of loss settled between you both, a silent, aching presence that neither of you knew how to escape.

Thanos

The first thing you felt was the dampness. It clung to your skin, chilling you to the bone, even as sweat beaded across your forehead. Then, there was the warmth, sticky and pooling beneath you. The sharp metallic scent in the air made your stomach twist violently.

You barely had time to process it before panic surged through your veins. Your hands trembled as they pulled back the blankets, revealing the deep red stain that spread across the sheets. A sob ripped from your throat as realization crashed over you.

"Su-Bong!" Your voice cracked as you reached for him, your hands still shaking, still slick with blood. "Su-Bong, wake up!"

He groaned softly at first, caught in the haze of sleep, but as soon as he registered the raw fear in your voice, he bolted upright. His eyes darted from your tear-streaked face to the horror beneath you, and in an instant, he was moving.

"Stay with me, baby," he whispered, his voice tight with barely-contained fear as he scooped you into his arms. "We’re going to the hospital, okay? Just hold on."

Everything blurred together—the rush through the darkened streets, the sterile brightness of the emergency room, the nurses speaking in hushed, urgent tones. Su-Bong never let go of your hand. His grip was strong, firm, unwavering, even as you felt yourself slipping into an exhausted daze, your body growing weaker by the second.

And then, silence. Heavy, suffocating silence.

When the doctor finally returned, his face was solemn, and your heart knew before he even spoke. The words barely registered, like muffled sounds through water. Complications. Too much blood loss. No heartbeat.

You turned your head, eyes searching desperately for Su-Bong, for his steady presence, but the look on his face shattered you further. He wasn��t crying. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, his jaw tight. But his eyes—God, his eyes held a grief so deep it threatened to consume everything in its path.

"I’m sorry," the doctor murmured.

Sorry. Such a small word for something so enormous.

Su-Bong exhaled sharply and dropped to his knees beside your bed. He took your hand again, this time cradling it against his face. His breath was shaky, his lips pressing against your knuckles, a silent plea, a desperate attempt to hold onto something—anything.

"It’s not fair," you whispered, voice breaking. "They were supposed to be here. They were supposed to be ours."

His shoulders shook, and for the first time, you felt the hot drop of a tear against your skin.

"I know, baby," he choked out. "I know."

The world outside kept moving—nurses passing, machines humming—but inside that tiny, sterile room, time stood still. You were left with the echoes of what could have been, what should have been, and the hollow, aching space in your heart where a future had been ripped away too soon.

And in the midst of all that pain, Su-Bong pulled you close, pressing his forehead against yours, his warmth grounding you as the both of you grieved the loss of a dream that would never come to be.

Namgyu

The first thing you feel is wetness. A terrible, cloying dampness that sticks to your skin, seeping into the sheets beneath you. Your fingers twitch against the fabric, slow and disoriented, until the sickly warmth sends a spike of fear straight into your chest.

Your breath shudders.

It’s dark, but the moonlight spilling through the window is enough. You lift trembling hands from the space between your thighs. They glisten red.

Panic crashes through you like a tidal wave.

"Nam-Gyu—!"

You don't even finish his name before his eyes snap open, his instincts waking him before his mind can catch up. His arm, warm and heavy across your waist moments ago, is suddenly gone as he bolts upright.

“Baby?” His voice is thick with sleep, but the way you’re gasping, clutching at his wrist—his entire body tenses. “What’s wrong?”

You can’t get the words out. All you can do is drag the covers away, exposing the nightmare beneath them. The sheets are soaked through with red.

Nam-Gyu sucks in a sharp breath. Then, he moves.

“I’ve got you.”

His voice shakes, but his hands are steady. He throws on a hoodie, grabs the car keys, and sweeps you into his arms before you can even attempt to stand. The world spins as he carries you, his heart hammering against your shoulder.

The drive is a blur—red lights run, speed limits ignored. His knuckles go white against the steering wheel. You hear his voice somewhere in the chaos, telling you to hold on, just a little longer, just a little more.

But something is wrong. You know it deep in your bones.

The pain grows, twisting deep in your stomach, and when you squeeze your eyes shut, all you can think about is the little life you’ve been waiting for. The tiny kicks. The whispered promises in the dead of night. The future that felt so close, so real.

By the time you make it to the hospital, the world is tilting. There are hands on you, voices above you, but all you can focus on is Nam-Gyu’s face—his wide, terrified eyes as he grips your hand and refuses to let go.

Then, everything fades.

When you wake, everything is wrong.

Your body feels empty. Hollow.

The rhythmic beeping of the monitor is the only sound in the quiet room. Your head lolls to the side, and there he is. Nam-Gyu, sitting in the chair beside you, hands buried in his hair.

He looks up when you stir. And then—

Then you see it.

His face crumples.

You don’t need to ask. You already know.

“No.” Your voice is barely a whisper, but the weight of it crashes into him. He reaches for you, hands desperate, shaking, but you recoil. “No, no, no—”

“Baby, please.” His voice breaks. “I’m sorry. I—I couldn’t do anything. They—” His throat closes up. “They tried. They tried everything.”

The sob rips out of you before you can stop it. A sound so raw it tears through the air. Your hands clutch at your stomach, fingers curling around the emptiness, the loss, the nothing that remains where your baby should be.

Nam-Gyu clambers onto the bed, gathering you in his arms as you shatter. He rocks you, his own tears warm against your skin, murmuring broken apologies, as if this is his fault. As if he could have stopped it.

As if either of you could ever be whole again.

The world keeps turning. But yours has stopped.

And there is no going back.

Gyeong Seok

The first thing you register is the wetness. At first, half-awake and groggy, you think it's just sweat—your body running too hot in the middle of the night again. But when you shift, the dampness is sticky, thick. And then you feel it—the sharp, twisting pain deep in your abdomen, so much worse than the usual discomfort of pregnancy.

A nightmare, you think desperately. It has to be.

Your breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you reach down beneath the covers, your fingers trembling. The moment they touch the fabric of your nightgown, warm and slick with blood, your stomach drops.

"No—no, no, no, no—"

You shove at Gyeong-Seok's shoulder, your voice raw, frantic. He wakes with a start, eyes still heavy with sleep, but the moment he takes in your panicked expression, he bolts upright.

"What is it?" His voice is thick with fear, and then he sees. The sheets beneath you are soaked through, the deep red staining your skin, your thighs.

For a second, he just stares, frozen in horror.

"Gyeong-Seok—" Your voice breaks, and that's all it takes for him to move. He’s up in an instant, scrambling for his phone, his hands shaking so badly he nearly drops it. "We have to go—we have to go now—"

He doesn’t even bother putting on his shoes. He lifts you into his arms as gently as he can, but you still cry out at the pressure. He keeps murmuring reassurances, pressing frantic kisses to your hair, your forehead, but his own voice is shaking.

By the time you reach the hospital, the pain has grown unbearable. It radiates through your entire body, a deep, twisting agony that makes it hard to even think. You can feel yourself slipping—your vision blurring at the edges, your limbs growing cold. Gyeong-Seok is there, gripping your hand as they wheel you away. You don’t want to let go.

But then everything fades.

—

When you wake, the world is quiet. Too quiet.

The steady beep of the monitor is the only sound in the room. You blink up at the ceiling, your mouth dry, your body strangely weightless. The ache is still there, deep and dull, but something else takes its place—a terrible, heavy emptiness.

Gyeong-Seok is beside you, his head buried in his hands. His shoulders shake, silent sobs wracking his frame.

And in that moment, you know.

"No," you whisper. It barely comes out. "No, no—please—"

He lifts his head, his eyes red, broken. He doesn't say anything at first—he just reaches for you, pulling you into his arms, his whole body trembling.

"I'm sorry," he chokes out. "I'm so sorry."

You shake your head wildly, your breath coming in short, shuddering gasps. Your baby. Your baby was supposed to be safe. They were supposed to be here, in your arms, warm and breathing, alive.

But they're gone.

The sobs rip through you before you can stop them, your entire body shaking with grief. Gyeong-Seok holds you tighter, pressing his lips to your hair, your temple, his tears hot against your skin.

"I should have—" You can't even finish the sentence. The guilt is crushing, suffocating. "I should have done something."

"No." His voice is firm, but there’s so much pain in it, so much heartbreak. "It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t—"

But it doesn’t matter. Because your baby is gone. Because the little life you had been dreaming of, planning for, loving with every part of your soul—it’s gone.

And there’s nothing you can do but break in Gyeong-Seok’s arms, the two of you clinging to each other as the world crumbles around you.

Young il

The night air was still, thick with summer heat, but you shivered as you woke. Your body felt wrong—damp, sticky. Your fingers trembled as they lifted the sheets, and then you saw it: deep red staining the bed, soaking through the thin fabric of your nightgown. A sharp pang shot through your abdomen, a sickening pressure that left you gasping.

"Young-Il," your voice was barely above a whisper, raw with panic. You reached for him, shaking his shoulder. "Young-Il, wake up."

He stirred groggily, but as soon as his eyes adjusted to the dim glow of the bedside lamp, they widened in horror. He shot up, hands gripping your arms. "What—what happened? Are you hurt?"

You couldn't speak, couldn't even answer. The pain was growing sharper, and fear wrapped around your throat like a vice. His gaze followed yours to the blood pooling beneath you.

"Shit—" His voice cracked as he scrambled out of bed. "We need to go. We need to go now."

Young-Il was moving before you could process it, strong arms lifting you as gently as possible, but every movement sent fresh agony rippling through you. He barely paused to grab his keys, carrying you straight out the door, his breath ragged, his grip tightening every time you whimpered.

The drive to the hospital was a blur of headlights and trembling hands. You clutched your belly, whispering prayers under your breath, begging for movement, for a kick, for anything. But there was only silence.

Young-Il's knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his foot pressing too hard on the gas. "Stay with me," he choked out. "Just hold on."

The emergency room lights were too bright, the voices around you too loud. You barely registered the hands pulling you onto a gurney, the sound of Young-Il arguing with the nurses, his voice breaking as he demanded they do something. Then cold metal touched your skin, the gel for the ultrasound spreading across your belly.

You turned your head to look at Young-Il. He was holding your hand so tightly it hurt. His eyes—God, his eyes—were filled with a pleading desperation you had never seen before.

And then the doctor spoke.

"I'm so sorry. There's no heartbeat."

The world stopped. The air left your lungs. Your grip on Young-Il's hand slackened as something inside you shattered.

"No." The word barely came out, a broken, whispered thing. "No, check again."

The doctor’s face was somber. "I'm so sorry."

Young-Il made a sound—a guttural, heart-wrenching noise that didn't even seem human. His hands trembled as he reached for you, pulling you into his arms, rocking you as sobs wracked through both of you.

"I was supposed to protect them," you choked. "I was supposed to—"

"No, baby, no—" His voice was thick with tears, his lips pressing to your forehead, your hair, your cheeks. "This is not your fault. You hear me? This is not your fault."

But how could it not be? The child you had loved before they even had a name, before they had even taken their first breath, was gone. The nursery at home, the tiny clothes folded neatly in drawers, the dreams you had whispered to your belly late at night—gone.

Young-Il held you, even as your body convulsed with grief, even as you screamed until your throat was raw. He held you when you went silent, numb with shock, held you through the night, through the morning, through the hell of signing paperwork you never should have had to sign. He held you, even as you both shattered in each other's arms.

And somehow, in the emptiness that followed, he never let you go.

Gi hun

The first thing you feel is dampness. Sticky, warm, and wrong. It clings to your thighs, seeping through the sheets, soaking into the mattress beneath you. Your chest is rising and falling too fast. There’s something in your throat—fear, bile, a scream that won’t come out.

Then the pain hits.

Sharp, deep, twisting inside you like cruel fingers digging into your womb. You gasp, barely managing to turn onto your side before you press a shaking hand between your legs. Wet. Warm. Wrong.

“Gi-Hun,” your voice is barely a whisper, hoarse and trembling. “Gi-Hun, wake up—please.”

He stirs beside you, groggy and slow. His hair is messy, face slack with sleep. “Mm… what?” He blinks, eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room, and then he sees you. The way you’re trembling. The way your hands clutch your stomach. The way the sheets beneath you are dark, soaked through.

His blood runs cold.

“Shit—” He’s up in an instant, hands fumbling to help you sit up. “Okay, okay, let’s—fuck—let’s get you to the hospital.”

You can barely move, barely breathe. The pain is so much worse now, radiating up your spine, spreading like fire through your body. You grip his arm like a lifeline as he lifts you, carrying you through the apartment, down the stairs, into the car. You hear the engine roar to life, feel the rumble of the road beneath you, but all you can focus on is the terrible ache in your belly. The fear clawing up your throat.

“Gi-Hun,” you whisper, eyes brimming with tears. “It hurts.”

“I know, baby,” he chokes out, voice shaking. He’s breaking apart and trying so hard to keep it together. “We’re almost there. Just hold on, okay?”

The hospital is a blur. Bright lights. The smell of antiseptic. Hands pulling you away from Gi-Hun, nurses pressing you onto a gurney. Your legs are shaking as they part them, your gown pushed up, voices murmuring all around you.

“Too much blood—”

“No fetal movement—”

“I’m sorry—”

The words don’t make sense. They can’t make sense. You search desperately for Gi-Hun, and suddenly, he’s there—hair wild, face pale, eyes rimmed red. He’s clutching your hand, squeezing so tight it almost hurts.

“Is the baby okay?” you ask, but the words come out wrong, choked. You already know the answer. You feel it, deep in your bones, in the emptiness inside you.

Gi-Hun’s face crumples. He shakes his head, just barely. “I—” His voice cracks. “I’m so sorry.”

The world shatters.

Your breath comes in short, gasping sobs. Your body shakes, your fingers digging into his arm, desperate for something—anything—to hold onto. It’s not real. It can’t be real. Just yesterday, you felt them move inside you. Just yesterday, you were picking out names, laughing as Gi-Hun argued that your baby had to have his mother’s dimples. Just yesterday, you were dreaming about the future.

Now, there is nothing but a hollow ache and the sound of your own cries echoing through the sterile hospital room.

Gi-Hun gathers you into his arms, holding you as tightly as he can. His own tears fall freely, soaking into your hair. He rocks you back and forth, murmuring apologies that can’t fix what’s already broken.

“I’m here,” he whispers, over and over again. “I’m here, I’m here.”

But your baby is not.

And nothing will ever be the same again.

Dae ho

The night was supposed to be peaceful. It had been a long day, and Dae-Ho had curled up beside you, his arm wrapped securely around your waist, his breathing steady and warm against the back of your neck. The world outside was quiet, the kind of quiet that should have lulled you into safety, into sleep.

But something felt wrong.

You woke up with a gasp, a sharp pain curling deep inside you. Your skin was clammy, the sheets damp beneath you. You shifted slightly, and that was when you felt it—warmth pooling between your legs, soaking through the fabric of your clothes.

Panic surged through you as you threw back the blankets, and horror clawed at your throat when you saw it—dark red staining the sheets, smeared across your trembling hands.

"Dae-Ho—!" Your voice cracked, raw with terror, as you reached for him.

He was awake instantly, eyes darting from your face to the bed, to the blood. His breath hitched, his body going rigid for a split second before he moved.

"No, no, no, no—" he mumbled under his breath as he practically leapt out of bed, scrambling for his phone, for anything, hands shaking as he called for an ambulance. "Hold on, baby. Just hold on."

You clutched your stomach as a fresh wave of pain ripped through you, breathless sobs escaping your lips. You couldn't stop trembling. Your fingers dug into the mattress as if grounding yourself there could stop what was happening.

Dae-Ho was back at your side in an instant, arms around you, lifting you despite your weak protests. "I got you, I got you," he kept whispering, his voice breaking. "You're gonna be okay. The baby's gonna be okay."

But even as he said it, the fear in his eyes betrayed him.

The hospital was cold, sterile. Too bright, too harsh. You barely registered the whirlwind of nurses and doctors, the machines beeping, the hushed but urgent voices around you. Dae-Ho held your hand so tightly that it hurt, but you didn't tell him to let go. You couldn't.

He was shaking.

You heard the words before you understood them.

"I'm sorry… there's nothing we can do."

The world slowed, the edges of your vision going blurry. Your breath came in ragged gasps, but you couldn't seem to get enough air. The doctor's face blurred, their words turning into muffled static.

No.

No, this wasn't happening.

Your baby—your baby—

A sob tore from your throat, raw and broken, as you reached for your stomach. Empty. Too empty.

Dae-Ho made a sound you'd never heard before, something wrecked and desperate, as he buried his face into his hands. Then he was reaching for you, wrapping himself around you, his body trembling with silent cries.

"I'm so sorry," he choked out, pressing his forehead against yours. "I'm so sorry, baby. I—" His voice cracked. "I can't—"

You clung to each other, to the weight of shared grief, to the reality that neither of you wanted to face.

Your baby was gone.

The days blurred together after that.

The world kept moving, people kept talking, but none of it made sense. The nursery sat untouched, the tiny clothes still folded neatly in drawers. The ultrasound pictures, once a symbol of hope and love, now felt like cruel reminders of what you'd lost.

Dae-Ho barely left your side, though you saw the way grief weighed on him, too. The dark circles under his eyes, the way his hands would shake when he thought you weren’t looking. He was trying so hard to be strong for you, but you both knew strength didn’t exist in a loss like this.

One night, you woke up to quiet sobs.

Dae-Ho was sitting at the edge of the bed, his face buried in his hands, shoulders shaking.

"Dae-Ho..."

He flinched, as if caught, hastily wiping his face. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you."

You sat up, reaching for him, threading your fingers through his. He let out a shuddering breath as he squeezed your hand, holding on as if afraid you'd slip away, too.

"I don’t know how to do this without them," you whispered. "I don’t know how to move on."

Dae-Ho exhaled shakily, his grip tightening. "Me neither."

Silence stretched between you, heavy but understanding. And for the first time since that awful night, you both allowed yourselves to fall apart together.

Min su

The first thing you felt was wetness. Clammy sweat clinging to your skin, soaking the sheets. A deep, unbearable ache gripped your lower belly, a sharp, twisting pain that made it hard to breathe.

Then the smell—metallic and thick.

You shifted slightly, and dread coiled in your stomach as you reached down, fingers pressing against something warm and sticky between your thighs. Your heart lurched. When you pulled your hand away, the dim light of the bedroom revealed what you already knew.

Blood.

A sob tore through your throat before you could stop it. Your shaking hands moved to your belly, cradling the life inside you—praying, pleading. But the pain didn’t stop. It only worsened, growing unbearable, like something was ripping you apart from the inside.

"Min-Su—" Your voice barely rose above a whisper, hoarse and strangled. You reached out blindly, grasping at his arm. "Min-Su, wake up!"

He startled awake at the urgency in your voice. At first, confusion clouded his sleep-dazed eyes, but then he saw you—the panic in your expression, the way you clutched your stomach, the blood staining the sheets.

"No, no, no—" His breath hitched, and within seconds, he was up, hands on you, voice trembling. "We have to go. We have to��shit, just hold on, okay? Just—"

You barely registered him wrapping you in a blanket, carrying you through the dark apartment. The pain made everything blur together—the bright lights of the hospital, the rush of nurses, Min-Su’s desperate voice calling for help.

"Please—she’s—please, the baby—"

You were wheeled away before you could reach for him, before you could feel the warmth of his hands grounding you.

Time lost all meaning.

There was nothing but sterile walls, beeping machines, and hands pressing firmly against your body. The pain didn’t stop. It only twisted and pulled and took—

Then, suddenly, it was gone.

The silence that followed was worse.

You knew before the doctor even spoke. Before the solemn look in her eyes, before the words you never wanted to hear left her lips.

"I’m so sorry."

You turned your head to the side, unable to bear it. The ceiling blurred as hot tears spilled over your cheeks, silent and unrelenting. Your hands, trembling, went to your stomach, now empty. Cold. Hollow.

Gone.

A sound of anguish filled the room, and it took you a moment to realize it was coming from Min-Su.

He was beside you in an instant, his hands gripping yours like a lifeline. His eyes—red, puffy, filled with so much pain you could hardly stand to look at him.

"I—" His voice cracked. "I was supposed to protect you. Protect both of you."

You broke at that, a sob ripping through you so violently your whole body trembled. He pulled you into his arms, holding you like you might slip away, like if he held tight enough, he could undo what had just happened. But nothing could.

Nothing could bring your baby back.

The world kept turning.

The doctors spoke in gentle tones, explaining things you couldn’t process. Paperwork needed signing. People said things like "take your time" and "grieve in your own way." As if there was a right way to grieve losing your child.

The nursery back home remained untouched. The tiny clothes, the crib, the soft blankets you had picked out together—waiting for someone who would never come.

Min-Su tried to be strong. He cooked meals neither of you ate. He held you close when you woke up crying in the middle of the night. But sometimes, you’d find him in the nursery, sitting in the rocking chair, staring at nothing.

One night, you found him clutching the smallest onesie to his chest, silent tears trailing down his face. He looked up at you, eyes hollow.

"I don’t know how to do this without them."

You walked over, curled into his lap, and buried your face in his chest. "Neither do I."

You held each other through the silence, through the pain. Through the unbearable weight of loss.

And somehow, through it all, you kept breathing.

Sang woo

Sang-Woo had always imagined fatherhood in fragments. Tiny hands curled around his pinky, a soft weight against his chest, the lull of laughter ringing through their tiny apartment. It was a future he had clung to desperately, a light at the end of the suffocating tunnel he had been drowning in for years.

And then it was gone.

He woke up to the sound of you gasping, barely a whisper of his name. At first, he thought it was just another restless night, the weight of pregnancy making it difficult to sleep. But when he turned, his heart stopped. The sheets beneath you were dark, soaked in something he didn’t want to name.

"Sang-Woo..." Your voice was barely above a breath, weak, shaking.

Panic surged through him as he threw the blankets back, revealing the horror beneath. Blood—too much of it. It coated your trembling hands, smeared across your thighs. He didn’t even realize he was shaking as he scrambled to gather you in his arms.

"It’s okay, it’s okay—just hold on," he babbled, trying to keep his voice steady, but he could hear it cracking. He could feel you slipping through his fingers, and he couldn’t—wouldn’t—let that happen.

The hospital was a blur of fluorescent lights and shouting voices. Nurses took you from him before he could beg them not to. He tried to follow, but someone placed a firm hand on his chest, forcing him to stay behind.

"Please... That’s my wife! My baby—"

"Sir, we need you to wait here. We’ll do everything we can."

But ‘everything’ was never enough.

Minutes stretched into eternity, and when the doctor finally emerged, Sang-Woo knew before the words left their mouth. The sympathy in their eyes was unbearable.

"We did everything we could, but... I'm so sorry. The baby didn't make it."

Sang-Woo swayed, his stomach lurching. The world tilted on its axis. He felt sick, like he might collapse. But before he could even begin to process it, the doctor kept speaking.

"Your wife... she’s still in critical condition. We need to act fast."

The words barely registered. He stumbled into the chair in the waiting room, his hands tangled in his hair, unable to breathe. Their child. Gone. Just like that.

He should be in there with you. He should be holding your hand, whispering reassurances, telling you that you could get through this together. But all he could do was wait.

And then he lost you, too.

When the doctor returned the second time, the look in their eyes told him everything.

He refused to believe it. He refused to move when they said your name, refused to breathe when they reached out, as if their touch alone would be enough to shatter him completely.

"No," was all he could choke out.

But the truth was undeniable. You were gone. The future he had dreamed of, the life he had clung to—ripped from his hands in a matter of hours.

Sang-Woo had always believed he was prepared for pain. He had endured failure, shame, the crushing weight of debt and disappointment. But nothing—nothing—could compare to this.

He was numb when they finally let him see you. You looked like you were only sleeping, your face still soft despite the pallor of death. He reached for your hand, desperate for warmth, but found only cold skin. His breath hitched, and then he broke.

Sobs wracked his body as he pressed his forehead to yours. "I’m so sorry. I should've—I should've done something. I should've saved you."

But there was no answer. Only silence. The cruel, unrelenting silence of a world without you in it.

He had lost everything.

And this time, there was no coming back from it.

Roh jae won

The quiet hum of the night surrounded the small apartment. It was still, peaceful, almost serene—just the way you liked it. But that peace was shattered the moment you woke, gasping for breath, drenched in sweat.

You blinked, the darkness of the room pulling at your consciousness as your hand instinctively went to your stomach. The little life that had been growing inside you, the baby you and Jae-Won had been so excited about, was supposed to be safe. But something felt wrong. So wrong.

Your hand pulled away, trembling, as it was stained with blood. The sight of it took a moment to process, but when it did, panic surged through you. Your heart raced, and your breath caught in your throat.

Jae-Won, always a deep sleeper, was beside you in an instant. He had woken to the frantic sound of your breathing, his instincts kicking in without thought. He saw your hand, saw the blood, and his eyes widened in horror.

"Y/N!" His voice cracked, desperation lacing his tone. He didn't waste a second, pulling you gently but urgently into his arms.

“Jae-Won… I… I’m bleeding,” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes.

“No, no, no…” His voice was frantic, eyes filled with panic as he looked at the blood staining your hands. “We need to go to the hospital, right now. Hold on, baby, just hold on.”

His arms were steady, but his hands shook as he helped you into the car. You could barely focus, the pain intensifying with every passing second. His face was a mask of fear and determination, his focus entirely on getting you to safety.

“Stay with me, Y/N,” he pleaded as he sped down the darkened streets, the lights outside a blur. “Just breathe. We’re almost there. You’re going to be okay, I’m right here.”

But you couldn’t focus on anything other than the growing emptiness inside. Your mind spun, trying to make sense of what was happening. The baby... your baby... had to be okay. It couldn’t be happening. Not after everything you’d been through together, not after all the dreams you’d built for this little one.

The drive felt like it took forever. By the time you reached the hospital, you could barely stay awake, the exhaustion, the pain, and the fear all merging into a heavy weight that threatened to crush you.

When you were finally admitted, the sterile smell of the hospital hit you, sharp and unforgiving. Jae-Won stayed by your side as nurses and doctors rushed around, preparing you for an emergency procedure. But no one had to say it. You could see it in their eyes—the quiet exchange, the unspeakable sorrow.

Jae-Won held your hand as tears silently streamed down his face. He didn’t speak, couldn’t speak. He just kept whispering your name, as if hoping his words could keep you tethered to him.

When the doctor finally entered the room, his expression was somber. He looked at you both, and you could see the weight of the news he was about to deliver hanging in the air.

“I'm so sorry,” he began, his voice heavy with sorrow. “We did everything we could, but the baby didn’t make it. The bleeding... it was too much. I’m so sorry.”

The words felt like a slap to your face, as if the world itself had just come crashing down around you. You could barely comprehend what had been said, your mind unable to process the gravity of the loss. Your baby... your beautiful, tiny dream... was gone.

Jae-Won’s hand squeezed yours, but it was different now. The warmth was gone, replaced by an emptiness so vast it seemed impossible. He dropped his forehead against your shoulder, his breath hitching in quiet sobs.

“I’m sorry, Jae-Won,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I’m so sorry.”

“No,” he choked out, shaking his head, his grip tightening on your hand. “This isn’t your fault. This… this can’t be happening.”

And in that moment, the two of you sat together, surrounded by a silence that was suffocating. You both tried to wrap your heads around the immense loss, the dreams you had held together slipping away like sand between your fingers.

You had lost so much. Your baby. Your future. Everything that had once been filled with joy now felt like a hollow shell. And Jae-Won, the man who had promised to protect you, now stood beside you, broken in a way that mirrored your own heart.

But in the midst of your grief, one thing remained true—you still had each other. And even in the face of such pain, that fragile thread of love was all that kept you from completely shattering.

choi san

The house was peaceful, the kind of stillness that only midnight could offer. You lay next to your partner, Choi San, the gentle rise and fall of his chest the only sound breaking the silence. The warmth of his body beside you, the softness of his breath on your skin—it should have been comforting, but tonight, there was an unsettling sense of heaviness that hung in the air.

The baby. You had been expecting a little one, a tiny life that would change everything, bringing joy and a new chapter into your world. It was all you could think about. San had been over the moon when you told him—he had spent hours planning, decorating, dreaming about the future with the little one. But tonight, something felt off.

You shifted in bed, your body feeling unusually warm, drenched in sweat. It wasn’t the normal heat of a night’s sleep. No, this was different. It was more like something was wrong.

A sharp pain, unlike anything you had felt before, shot through your abdomen, and you gasped, gripping the sheets. You blinked rapidly, trying to steady yourself. Panic bubbled up, but you told yourself it was just a bad cramp, maybe something normal, maybe nothing. But then the blood—bright, startling, and pooling on the sheets beneath you—told you otherwise.

Your breath caught in your throat. The baby. No. No, this couldn’t be happening.

You jolted upright, shaking San awake. His eyes fluttered open, disoriented at first, but when he saw your face—pale, wide-eyed, blood on your clothes—his eyes went wide with horror.

"Y/N!" His voice cracked with panic. "What’s happening? What’s wrong?"

You couldn’t speak, your words stuck in your throat as another wave of pain hit. Tears began to blur your vision, but it was the blood that terrified you the most.

"San," you whispered, your voice shaking, "the baby…"

Before you could even finish, he was up, grabbing his jacket and his phone with shaking hands. His voice was urgent, frantic as he dialed the hospital. "I’m taking you there now, stay with me, Y/N. Hold on, okay? We’re going to be fine, I swear to you, just stay with me."

You didn’t know if you were shaking from fear or pain or both. But San’s hands never left you. He helped you get dressed, his voice constantly reassuring you, though you knew deep down that neither of you were ready for what was to come.

The drive to the hospital felt like a blur—lights, sirens, the sound of San’s frantic breaths as he held your hand in his, the warm, trembling pressure of his grip offering little comfort. You tried to stay conscious, tried to focus on him, but everything around you seemed to spin, and all you could feel was the terrible emptiness that had begun to settle deep within your chest.

When you finally arrived at the hospital, nurses rushed to your side, guiding you into a sterile, bright room where they quickly began to work on you. But no amount of doctors, no quick measures could undo the horror that had already started to unfold. You could feel your heart breaking as they looked at you, their eyes filled with pity, their silence screaming more than words ever could.

San was by your side the entire time, never leaving, holding your hand, his face streaked with tears, his eyes red from the strain and worry. He murmured comforting words to you, even though he knew they meant little now.

“I’m sorry,” one of the nurses said quietly after what felt like an eternity. Her voice was soft but final. “We did everything we could.”

The tears came then, uncontrollable, suffocating, as reality hit you like a wave. Your baby, your little one, was gone. The dream you had built together with San, the future you had envisioned, was slipping through your fingers. You had already lost them before you could even hold them.

San fell to his knees beside the bed, his face buried in your hand, his body trembling. "I’m sorry," he whispered repeatedly, as though the words could undo the damage. "I’m so sorry, Y/N."

You could feel his pain deep within you, his heartbreak mirroring yours. The emptiness in your chest was unbearable, a silence that rang louder than any cry. San sobbed softly, clutching your hand like he would never let go. His tears fell onto the sheets, mingling with your own.

But there was nothing either of you could do. The world felt impossibly quiet without the tiny heartbeat you had both dreamed of.

Kim seo wan

It was a typical night, the kind where everything felt like it was in its place. You lay beside Seo-Won, his steady breath the only sound in the room. The soft hum of the streetlights outside filtered through the curtains, and the warmth of the blankets wrapped around you like a safe cocoon. You’d been pregnant for months now, and despite the worry that always lingered in the back of your mind, you felt happy. You felt ready to meet your little one.

But something changed in an instant.

You woke with a jolt, drenched in sweat, your heart hammering in your chest. The pain was sharp and unexpected, seizing you in a way that left you breathless. You gasped, your hand flying to your stomach.

Blood.

It pooled beneath you, soaking into the sheets. The room seemed to spin, the world tilting, your mind scrambling for answers that couldn’t come. You tried to scream, but the sound didn’t come—only a choking gasp of terror.

“Seo-Won,” you managed, voice cracking as you felt his warmth beside you.

In an instant, his eyes were open, filled with confusion and then fear as he saw you trembling in the bed, blood staining the sheets. Without thinking, he pulled you into his arms, his hands shaking as he checked you, the panic creeping into his own chest.

“Seo-Won, it hurts... something’s wrong,” you cried, voice barely a whisper.

The reality hit him like a blow to the chest. Without a word, he was moving, pulling you into his arms, rushing to grab the keys to the car. He called your doctor, but the words felt hollow, unreal. The journey to the hospital felt like it was taking forever, your vision blurring as each minute passed.

In the emergency room, everything felt surreal, like you were detached from your body. The beeping of machines, the rush of nurses and doctors—none of it made sense. Seo-Won’s face was pale, his lips pressed into a thin line as he held your hand. His eyes kept darting between you and the medical team, his grip tightening with each passing moment.

“Please... Please,” you whispered, the tears now streaming down your face. “I can’t lose them...”

Seo-Won didn’t answer. His gaze remained on you, filled with an unbearable kind of helplessness. The doctor finally came over, his expression somber as he gently held your hand, his voice soft and apologetic.

“I’m so sorry. We’ve tried everything we could... but the baby’s heartbeat has stopped.”

The words cut through you like a blade, your world shattering. Seo-Won froze beside you, his face drained of color, his breathing shallow. He reached out to you, his hand trembling as he tried to comfort you, but it felt as if all the life had drained from him too.

You cried out, a raw sound that echoed in the sterile hospital room, and Seo-Won pressed his forehead to yours, his arms wrapping around you, holding you like he could hold the world together.

The silence after that, the hollow quiet that filled the space, was deafening. The dreams you had for your little one—gone. The future you had imagined, vanished in an instant.

Seo-Won was beside you, but it felt like both of you had been left adrift, alone in a sea of grief. You had lost the one thing you had both hoped for, and the pain was unbearable.

In the quiet of the hospital room, with only the soft sound of your breaths and the faint hum of the machines, Seo-Won whispered your name, his voice trembling with a kind of grief you’d never heard before.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

His words didn’t fix anything, couldn’t take away the pain—but in that moment, you knew he was just as broken as you were. And you clung to each other, trying to hold on to the last bit of warmth left between you.

But all you could feel now was emptiness.

[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

hi I have an idea rotting away in my brain and I cannot write it and I cannot get anyone to hear me out, so what do you think of when if when you. Reader inhales fear toxin, right? But it makes them see their partner, and like get all scared of them, even the real one, one of the batboys, and I just, I’m curious because I think that would hurt.

like imagine looking into your partners eyes and knowing that you scare them. I think it would hurt good

ᝰ.ᐟ tysm the the ask noonie

⌯⌲ jason peter todd always knew of the dangers working for the life of batman's mission , his cursade and the fullfillment of it. he amqays knew that saving the innocent from the creaky claws of gotham was no easy task and often enough leaves you bloody and confused.

he knew one day death or maybe karma would sneak back behind him and get one over him for the shit he has done but he'd never think it would get the way it did today.

you , his beautiful , amazing , loving and caring partner is laid over your shared bed crying your heart out . a stark contrast to how you left his apartment an hour ago. " jayyyy ~ im going out be back in like 15 mins okay don't burn the house down !" came your joyful voice down the corridor as you left the apartment likely to buy yourself a starbucks and much needed groceries.

now ? now your hear wailing your heart out on your bed , eyes blood shot red as you curlled in yourself , " baby - are you okay ?" came jason'a soft voice as he approached your form on the figure , hands stretched out . you immediatly jump back , scampering away like a scared child. " LEAVE ME ALONE - PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE STOP !! " you exclaimed as you practically crawlled away from him.

jason practically blanched as his face twisted in saddness as he calmly stepped outside onto the balcony. he can hear you rustling around in there like a wounded animal as he had to breathe - had to figure out what was going on when his phone started ringing off .

he glanced down to the caller id and found richard grayson himself callkng him. frankly he was about the throw his phone of the balcony out of sheer annoyance - now is not the time for dick's stupid theories and shenigans but something in his gut told him to answer him.

he swiped on the caller and low and behold came dick's frantic voic , " jay - jay scarcrow released fear gas downtown from you guys - " and thats when the phone slipped form jason's phone. that explains everything , your franticness , you were scared . scared of him. he swallowed heavy as he picked up back his phone . " is - is there a cure - is everyone going to be okay ?" he let out shakey.

dick was silent for a moment , whether he was taken back by how vulnerable his brother sounded or if he was asking tim if he figured out what was going on he didn't saw and that pissed jason off , he hated how the silence was stretching on and his anxiety was bubbling inside him. finally came dick's voice , " yeah - timbo said a solid half an hour or so shpuld wear off . wait do you get gased ? are you okay -" and jasin cut the call at dick's insitent rambling.

he glanced inside before he properly let himself back in . there was no sight of you and that made jason crazy as he began worrying the worst. he quietly creot around the apartment and thats when he meets you , laid out on the kitchen floor , eyes glassy , just laid there. he approached slowly before he picked you up from the floorm he felt you body flinch and he tried not to let it bother him but fuck did it .

he carefully placed you in the center of the bed , ypur sniffles echo throughout the quiet apartment . " honey ?" he called out and for a while you didn't answer just stared up at the ceiling. " jay ?" you finally answered. " yeah baby ?" he called after. fianlly , you turn your eyes to him and jason has to physically hold back his flinch as his gaze met your broken one.

" are you okay ?"he finally asks , hands reaching to hold your own. " ....it felt so real.....when...when you shot me " you trailed off and jason had to swallow back the vile in his throat. " baby i didn't - i will never shoot you it was the fear gas making you hallucinate " jason pleaded. you didn't answer back just contiuned to stare at him. " i know...but it felt so real bleeding out in my bed while you walked away.." you trailed off.

jason could feel the anxiety in his stomach tighten , " baby - that didn't happen , was just a bad dream" he pleaded as he cupped your hand harder. you nod in understanding and soon fell asleep leaving jason to collaspe beside you as he swore to himself to protect you better.

[littlevenicebiatch]

waitttt can we get some more prostitute! reader and simon 

ofc darling

The first time he visits you is.. odd to say the least. he isnt like your usual customours, for one, he wore a mask, hiding his face. He stood in the middle of the room, tall and muscular, intimidating, most girls went to him immediatly, touching him, but he just pointed at you and motioned for you to follow him with his fingers. "Are you going to take this off, so I can see your face, handsome?" You asked, but he only shook his head.

"All right, then how do you want to do this? What should I do?" He sighed, then he stepped closer. "Lay down on your back." He commanded. So you did, and what came then was magical. It was an hour, as always, tough usually the guys didnt last that long. But Simon did, oh he did. He had only introduced himself as Ghost, so thats how you adressed him.

"So Ghost, should I take this off?" You asked, pointing at your matching set. "Dont talk." He said in a stern voice, so you nodded. Then he leaned down, he took out a knive, you were frightened, but somehow.. turned on? He carefullly cut away your panties and started sucking and licking your sweet pussy. And then he actually growled. "Fuck you taste good pet." He mumbled. You wanted to talk, but he quickly stuffed your broken panties in your mouth, making sure you couldnt make a noise. The hour went by too quickly, he fucked you deep and rough, it was good. And you actually had an orgasm, which was very rare in your line of work.

After the sex he aksed if he could stay for a bit, you agreed after he had tipped you generously. So he lay on the satin sheets, smoking a cigarette and looking at you with his dark eyes. "So, you come here often?" "No." "First time here?" "Yes." "I see you like conversations." "hmmpf." Had he just growled at you? Yes he did, and in a way it was sexy. "why dont you kiss on the mouth?" He asked, a bit softer. "Because it makes stuff too emotional."

The next time he came was a few weeks later, sex was pretty much the same, very good again and he tipped you even better that time.

From then on he visited you a lot, he even bought you presents, new underwear and pretty jewelery.

thinking bout writing one were you see his face for the first time

[sid-the-sandwich]

My Idea For A New Side Story of Love For Love's Sake (Potential Fanfic?)

Hey!

I just wanted to ramble on about a story idea I had about this show (when I was half-asleep) - and I wanted to make it angsty. I've always wanted to learn more about Myungha's past.

I put all my thoughts at the end.

TW - SUICIDE/SUICIDAL THOUGHTS

SUMMARY:

In the main timeline, at 29-years-old, Myungha disappears once more! Needing to save him, Yeowoon dimension-hops into Myungha's original timeline (the one he died in). He is tasked with objectives to make Myungha happy.

Yeowoon meets the original 29-Year-Old Myungha.

If Yeowoon completes his checklist of tasks, he can return to his original timeline (with his Myungha), if not, he'll return to his world alone and his Myungha will never return.

PLOT:

I put a lot for the beginning and end as those are the parts I've thought of the most. However, this means the middle is not fully fleshed out (but I do know what I want within, just not exactly how its portrayed)

Beginning:

In the main timeline (at age 29), Yeowoon returns home with flowers to apologise for a trivial argument the previous night - Yeowoon feels bad for the fight.

The apartment is cold and empty - Yeowoon calls for Myungha but he's nowhere to be found. Yeowoon is confused but sits on the couch - it was still early so he assumes Myungha is just running late from work.

Time passes, its been hours. Yeowoon is growing restless.

Yeowoon's eyes catch on his surroundings, and he finds oddities: Myungha is missing from pictures, Myungha's number is no longer in Yeowoon's phone (when he calls, the line is unavailable), and the things Myungha brought for the apartment have disappeared... Yeowoon worries Myungha had left him and indirectly broken up with him.

Yeowoon calls his friends and Grandma to ask if Myungha is crashing at theirs' tonight, but no one knows who Myungha even is - Yeowoon is getting major Deja Vu and panics a little upon realising the similarities to the last time Myungha disappeared (at 19).

Yeowoon immediatly rushes into his bedroom, (Myungha's clothes and marking-books are missing). Panicked, Yeowoon pulls out everything from the wardrobe and under the bed. He is looking for something.

Yeowoon pulls out a box - memrabillia from his past dates with Myungha - its empty... except the Author's Pen. Just like 10 years ago, Yeowoon sits down at the desk, surrounded by his now-messy room - he prays it works like last time. he clicks the pen and writes a message on the table - the message dissolves into the wood.

Yeowoon looks around but nothing happens - he suddenly feels faint and collapses onto his desk -

Yeowoon awakens in a very familiar cafe (Myungha's Mother's cafe) - Yeowoon gets a pop-up notification introducing him to the game and a 'loading cutscene' message.

Here, Yeowoon is forced to bare witness to Myungha's mother rejecting Myungha before running off with another child. Yeowoon wants to interject but can't move till the 'cutscene' is over - Once Myungha's mother leaves and Myungha is left there crying, Yeowoon is given his missions - if he fails he will be sent back to his timeline and his Myungha will never return.

As soon as Yeowoon is able to, he jumps up, rushing over to Myungha...

[Entering Love Supremacy Zone]

Middle:

(in no particular order)

Yeowoon's mission is to obtain 15 items within a certain number of days - all the items are the memorabilia that Yeowoon had inside of his box (where the author's pen was inside) - Yeowoon needs to make these memories with Myungha in this timeline.

Yeowoon is sent to Myungha's original timeline.

Yeowoon tries to explain his situation multiple times but the game forces him to be quiet

Myungha is numb from his past experiences and is uncaring of Yeowoon's presence.

Yeowoon latches onto Myungha just like how Myungha did all those years ago - Yeowoon (neither any of their friends) exist in this world, so Yeowoon manages to convince Myungha to let him stay at his for now.

Yeowoon's first interaction with Myungha in this world mimics their first meeting in Yeowoon's world - (Yeowoon says he knows Myungha's Grandma, they get ice cream ect.)

Myungha's fondness for Yeowoon is constant at 0 but fluctuates constantly with Yeowoon's actions - sometimes negative, sometimes positive.

Yeowoon takes Myungha on 'dates' and they recreate parts of the pass.

Yeowoon gets a cut on his hand (it'll be important later)

Yeowoon uses what he knows about Myungha from his timeline to make this Myungha happy - he learns more about Myungha's past and understands why Myungha acts the way he does.

Myungha still has to go to work, pay his bills and live his life - Yeowoon comes and makes his life a little easier each day. Myungha doesnt trust him but as Yeowoon does more-and-more, Myungha reluctantly allows him Yeowoon to continue acting this way.

Myungha is more mature, more quiet, more untrusting and subdued - he never truly believes or likes Yeowoon - he actively pushes Yeowoon away the entire story. But that only changes when Yeowoon begins to disappear.

Ending:

It's Yeowoon's last week - The final item on Yeowoon's checklist from the game is tickets for Jebudo Land (the theme park) - Yeowoon is clearly hesitant because inorder to get the tickets, he'd need to go all the way to Jebudo island. Yeowoon tries to hide this from Myungha, but Myungha takes notice of the booking page open on Yeowoon's phone,

Myungha, despite heavily repressing himself, secretly buys the tickets for Yeowoon and himself - they go together - Yeowoon really tries to convince Myungha to stay home (as it will surface bad memores) but Myungha is unconvincable and is somewhat excited to go to the theme park (although he doesn't show it)

the boys go, but its clear Yeowoon is nervous as this is his last day - he puts on a brave face for Myungha and they spend a nice day at the theme park - Yeowoon is careful not to touch the tickets. he notices how Myungha is acting more childlike at the theme park than usual (because of how repressed Myungha is in this world)

The boys walk along the bridge as Yeowoon notes the difference in high and low tide - Myungha is surprised by the info and listens to Yeowoon talk. Yeowoon is trying to be normal but he only has 5 minutes left.

Myungha is somewhat enamoured by Yeowoon at this point, though he doesn't know it himself.

Yeowoon waits for the last possible minute and then asks for the tickets - Myungha passes them over. When Yeowoon holds them, the tickets dematerialise, and is added to his checklist - he's completed his task here.

Particles form around Yeowoon as he is being sent back to his own time. Yeowoon quickly explains how this is goodbye. Myungha pauses, and his heart stops—despite his usual apathy, Myungha doesn't want Yeowoon to leave.

Yeowoon worries Myungha might start arguing, fighting etc but Myungha claims its not fair and even begging a tad - Myungha hugs Yeowoon who is slowly dematerialising.

Yeowoon hugs him back but eventually disappears, leaving Myungha standing there a mess.

Back in his timeline - Yeowoon is at the desk, awoken by his Myungha standing over him with his own flowers to apologise for the fight last night. Yeowoon stands up and immediately hugs him tight, Yeowoon takes notices of Myungha's wet hair but it dries almost instantly -

the boys kiss and make up - they then plan a trip to the beach... Yeowoon looks down at his palm and sees the cut from earlier - what he went through was real... but at least everyone is happy, right?

...

...

Back with 29 Myungha from the orginal timeline - he stands at the foot of the ocean floor - everyone has left him - he truly has nothing left. he complains to the sky, asking why Yeowoon was here if he was only here to disappear, why his mother hates him, why his grandmother had to pass away.

he takes a step into the ocean going deeper and deeper - eventually dipping his head below the surface and drowning. At the last moments though, Myungha regrets it... he regrets everything. (ending how Myungha's original 29 year old life did)

....

the story ends with 'someone' telling Myungha he wrote the first chapter of his novel, and its called 'Love Supremacy Zone'

NOTES:

A lot of the chapters will be from Myungha's POV - unlike Yeowoon in the original story, Myungha is more subdued and apathetic to Yeowoon's anticts, he isn't angry... he just doesnt really care anymore.

The items Yeowoon needs to collect are from their past eg - icecream sticks, a medal, a doorknob, a soda-can ect.

the story will focus on Myungha's first life.

Yeowoon, Sangwon, Kyunghoon and Siah dont exist in Myungha's original timeline - grandma does exist, but passed away over 10 years prior.

Yeowoon uses what he already knows about Myungha over the past 10 years to try giving him exactly what he needs

Myungha has alot of empthathy but due to his past, he finds it hard to care about to others.

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Should i write this as a fanfic? hmm? that is the question - I understand the story I laid out might seem convoluted, but I always wanted to read more about Myungha's past.

Thank u for reading

Stay Safe <3

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[thinkwosolife23]

I Can't Watch, Beth Mead

Y/N Mead. Beth Mead. A boxer. A footballer. But over anything else she was your wife.

You had just finished your last training session before the biggest fight of your life. Tommorow, you would step in the ring with the current Women's Undisputed World Champion. Savannah Marshall. Being the number 1 contender, tommorow you had the chance to become the world champion.

But for now, you just wanted to be at home, to be with Beth. So when you pulled into the driveway of yours and Beths home, it was the first time today that you had felt able to relax.

"Lover, I'm home!" The sound of your voice echoed throughout you home as you walked through the door, throwing your keys on the side before pulling your trainers off.

"I'm in the livingroom." Beth spoke back to you. You made your way towards your livingroom to where Beth was laying on the sofa watching something on the telly. She looked up towards you as you walked over and kissed her forehead before quickly pecking her lips.

"I've missed you," she said whilst you were walking back to the kitchen to grab a drink.

"I missed you too, today has felt so long." you told her as you jumped up to sit on your kitchen side.

Beth seemed to notice the tiredness in your voice and followed you to where you were sat, placing herself inbetween you legs, arms going around your mid section as yours rested over her shoulders. You being the taller out of the two of you, her head rested perfectly on your chest as yours slowly rested on top of hers.

"Bad training session?" She questioned you as if it was expected. "Nah, not really, Just the usual plus more. My trainers kept going over all the analysis and boring stuff. It just reminded me of all the pressure that's on me for the fight, the fact that i'm going into it as the challenger and should come out of it as the champion. It's just getting a lot now." You replied whilst Beth tucked her hands under the back of your hoodie, slightly scratching your bare back, doing the things she knows calms you down.

"Babe, you just need to trust yourself cause everyone else does, your so capable of winning this fight. And you've worked so hard for it." Beth responded back to you. But Beth herself couldm't tell you that your fight had been a constant thought in her mind over the last couple of weeks. Her thoughts constantly jumping to the worst conclusions. Broken nose, broken ribs, concussion. The potential that you could be knocked out, the view she had of your body splayed out on the canvas, not moving. After all that, her biggest worry was your mental health. She had seen how a loss affects you, she had first hand seen you shut yourself off from everyone, from her. She couldn't tell you that sometimes she wished you weren't a boxer.

You were in one anothers prescence for another 5 minutes, completly content with the comfort your wife was giving, always knowing exactly what you needed.

"I've got you, and that's all I need." You spoke, reminding her and you that she was your motivation: she was always your motivation.

Beth seemed to tense up when you said that, her body wanting to pull away from you. You pulled away from her, glancing at her face trying to find a reason for her sudden discomfort.

"What's wrong, love?" You questioned worringly. Her eyes refusing to meet yours as you jumped off the counter, standing in front of her, taking her hands in your own.

"I'm not coming." She spoke softly, the volume of her voice almost too quiet to even here.

You dropped her hands from you own. Your own hand going to your wedding ring, trying to calm yourself down and stop yourslef from getting angry.

"What do you mean your not coming?" The sadness and anger immediatly noticable within your voice.

"I can't watch it, Y/N. I can't watch you put yourself through that amount of pain. I can't be there when something bad happens to you. Everytime you step into that ring, I dread that you might get knocked down and you won't get back up."

Beth was crying by this point, the tears evidnent by looking at her face. You could feel yourself getting angrier, your nails digging into your palms where your fists were clenched.

"So, what? Me facing it on my own makes it easier for you. As long as it's easier for you, that's alright" Your voice raised as you spoke, you started pacing throughout yours and Beths shared kitchen.

"Did it not matter to you that I was there when you tore your ACL, that I was there waiting whilst you were having your surgery. I was there throughout your whole recovery doing everything I could to make it easier for you, to help you get through the process. God Beth! Did it mean nothing to you that I was there for you when your mum passed away." Your voice significantly quieter this time, the emotions were still evident within every word you spoke.

"That's not fair!" Beth snapped back. Her head coming up from it's dropped position, her eyes following you as you paced backwards and fowards.

"No! What's not fair is you telling me the night before the biggest fight of my life that you aren't coming. For better, for worse, in sickness and in health. You made them promises, you know when you married me. So much for being my wife."

The tears now fluent on yours and Beths face as you took your ring off and placed it on the side before going back to put your trainers on.

"Y/N, where you going?" Beth spoke as she watched you gather your things and grab your keys.

"Like you care!" And with that the front door was slammed shut. You quickly made your way into your car, no idea where you were going to go.

After 10 minutes, you eventually decided to message Alex (Scott). Funnily enough, she was the one who introduced you and beth to one another. Both her and Leah had become two of your closest friends.

Message: Alex x

Hey Alex, sorry for the late message. Me and Beth have had an arguement, am I alright to stay at yours tonight. Xx (08:37pm)

Hi Y/N, don't worry about messaging me. Course you can stay tonight. Drive safe, yeah Xx (08:42pm)

As soon as Alex had replied, you made the short drive to her house.

After getting there, you sat with Alex explaining everything that had happened between you and Beth not even an hour ago. All of your emotions soon flooded out and after a couple of hours of conversating with her, you both decided that it was best that you went and tried to get some sleep.

The next day…

You spent hours tossing and turning last night, your body clearly not liking the unfamiliarity of sleeping without your wife beside you. However, you did still manage to get an adequate amount of sleep.

You woke up to your phone ringing, flashing and just making a stupid amount of noise.

Notifications: Lover 😍❤️ 5 missed calls, 3 unread messages

Messages: Lover 😍❤️

I'm worried about you, can you please just let me know that your okay xx (yesterday, 11:20pm)

I'm sorry, please just come home xx (09:30am)

I love you xx (09:32am)

Your mind didn't even want to think about Beth, or anything that was said last night to be honest. You had to be in the right frame of mind today. The fight wasn't due to start until 08:30 tonight, but you were expected at the venue by 5pm.

Fight day rituals soon came around. Usually, it would be going on a walk with Beth, but today Alex had offered to go with you, the invite also extended to Leah who was straight round.

The rest of the day constisted of Alex and Leah trying their best to distract you from both the fight and Beth.

But all of it started to hit you by the time you were in all of your fighting gear, having your hands wrapped and going through some final combinations on the pads with your trainer.

You were quickly dragged out of your thoughts when one of the staff told you that someone was at the door wanting to see you. You walked towards your door and opened it to find that it was your wife stood there.

You were shocked but your face was tense and showed minimal emotion to her stood there. You turned around and went back to where you were originally sat, waiting for someone to put your gloves on. You glanced up to where Beth was stood, her body still fixed in the spot it was when you had opened the door, but her eyes were yet to leave yours.

"I want you all out." You motioned to everyone who was stood in the room.

"All of us?" One of your trainers relayed back to you.

"Yeah, all of you. I want some time with my wife. In private!" Beth eyes immediatly lit up at what you had just said. Everyone quickly dispersing out of the room, Beth soon walking in closing the door behind her.

Your eyes intensly watching her as she walked over to where you were sat. She picked your gloves up, gesturing to you to put your hand out so she could put your glove on.

"What are you doing here, Beth?" You questioned quietly, not needing another arguement before going out to fight.

"I might have had a bit of a telling off in training today by the girls. Even Jonas had a word with me."

"Good." Your response almost sarcastic.

"I am really sorry, Y/N. Your my wife, i'm meant to support you, be there for you. Through the good times and the bad. I went back on the promises that I made to you and I should've never done that." She said whilst she finished putting your gloves on.

"Come here, you soppy sod." You opened your arms to her, which she soon took advantage of. Wrapping her arms around your neck, yours going around her waist as you rested your head on her stomach.

Both staying like that until someone came in to let you know that it was nearly time for you to walk out.

You looked up at Beth, signifying that it was time for you and her to go. Her hands quickly coming up to your face, her fingers tracing over all of your features before her hands stayed rested on each side of your face. Both of you soon leaning in, your lips locking with hers. She pulled away after a few seconds but making sure here forehead rested against yours, the fear soon showing evident on her face.

"I'll be okay, y'know." You said trying to give your wife some form of reassurance.

"I love you." She said, knowing that it was the only thing you needed to hear.

"I love you." Your words indentical to hers. You stood up giving her one final kiss, "My beautiful girl."

One of the security guards came to take Beth to where she was sat as you were took in another direction.

Nothing will ever be able to describe the feeling of walking out to a full O2 arena, knowing that people are there for your main event. The second you were in people's view; the confident, almost cocky persona was on show. No fear was shown by your face or by your body language. You waited in the ring as your opponent walks out. Your eyes not on her at the minute though, they were trying to find Beth who was sat in the front row with her Arsenal teamates.

But now, your focus shifted. You had to be focus on this fight: not only were you in for the hardest physical battle of your life but you knew that this was a mental game aswell. Your opponent making it known by making a point of walking past Beth and holding her title up before stepping into the ring.

Once you were both in the ring, the spokesperson began introducing both fighters. Also, going over all the rules and stipulations of the match.

10 rounds. 2 minutes each. No headgear. Disqualification for either fighter for any low blows.

You bumped gloves before going back to your corner so the fight could begin.

The first few rounds showed the level of intenstity that this match held. Neither fighter backing down. You took some hard blows but so did she.

Round 6. That was when the balance of the fight took a complete shift. She was showing why she was the current champion. You were taking blow after blow from her, but you still managed to hold your own for a while. It was only when she had managed to land a combination that had took so many fighters out in the past.

She landed a harsh left hook to your ribs forcing you to hunch over in pain; her right hand then punched you square in the face sending straight to the canvas.

Immediately, you felt the pain of the punches you had took and then you felt the blood running down your face, you managed to roll yourself on the side so you didn't swallow any blood. Your eyes looked foward to find that Beth was directly in your eyeline, her eyes glued to your bloody state.

She was trying to figure out if you were able to carry on. Everyone could see that you were trying to get up. You were now on your knees, trying to muster up the energy to stand. But the referess count was already at 6. You were still looking at Beth, trying to use her as motivation and when she mouthed, 'I love you,' that was all you needed.

All of a sudden you were up and ready with a new founded energy.

Round 7: the momentum was all yours. She was getting tired and you knew you had to use that to your advantage. She had slightly dropped her guard and this was you chance to finish it.

Your left hand connected with the side of her head knocking her off balance before your right hand uppercut landed cleanly on her jaw.

She was down and with that the referee started his count.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.

You'd done it. You had won. You were the world champion. You dropped to your kneew in disbelief, eyes full of tears that you had actually done it.

The crowd were full of cheering fans and the ring, by now, was filled with people. You stood back up and made your way over to the former champion. You gave each other a hug and spoke of the admiration and respect you held for each other.

The referee and spokesperson brought you too the middle of the ring: announcing that you were the new Women's Undisputed World Champion and gave you your belt.

But now all you wanted was to find was person. You got out of the ring walking round to where she was. Her eyes were filled with tears and it only made it worse when she seen you coming over.

When you got to her you put your belt over her shoulder before she jumped on you, wrapping her arms around your neck and her legs wrapped around your waist.

"I'm so so proud of you, baby. My wife. My world champion." She said to you as you slowly put her back on the ground before attaching your lips to hers causing the whole arena to arrupt again.

You did it, you were now the World Champion. But nothing came over Beth, you knew that everyday you had her by your side and that was someting no trophy or title would ever beat.

After all… you were

Y/N Mead. Beth Mead. A boxer. A footballer. But over anything she was your wife.

[nettlesketches]

After seeing your recent Hatless update a thought came to me. I know it's definitely not gonna happen in your AU but amuse yourself with this possible scenario please. (your also free to delete)

I know that I am one of the very few people who believes that Ingo's restlessness over his identity and past outgrow his sense of duty as a Warden and after stepping down as one he begins travelling the world for his past (given a scenario where he never got too close with protag and they left at some point)

He travels around and possibly meets other ancestors of people he once knew in Unova. Also I totally want him to see a train again. He'd be over the moon and back when he sees one "for the first time"

Then at one point he arrives in Lumiose City. He's heard about the rebuilding project and is also curious to check if he finds any leads to his past. Eventually him and your Emmet bump into each other.

I just think its funny to imagine both getting yeeted into the past and by sheer luck reunite again! How much Ingo remembers at this point is up to anyones thoughts but I do believe when he sees Emmet he immediatly recognizes him as the most important person of his previous life. The person he talked battle tactics with. The person saying "I like winning more than anything else" (which Emmet will say is wrong, its his brother Ingo he likes more than anything else)

just a cute made up scenario for your au. As already mentioned I know its not gonna happen but I still wanted to share this lil thought with you because maybe you do enjoy the idea.

either way thank you for your amazing works and keep up the good work!

thank you so much for your words anon!!

Hell yes to Ingo’s sense of restlessness- I headcanon that he picks up a lot of hobbies (drawing, journaling, woodcarving) as a way to keep himself from obsessing too much over his lost memories.

His connection to his brother is too strong to be fully broken- he has to keep his mind busy or his thoughts begin to spiral on who or what the “smiling man dressed in white” is/was. I could definitely see it interfering with his duty as Warden (poor ingo can never catch a break!)

[wolfiethedestorur]

If you're still taking free commissions for LU

How about 2ind big brkthering all the chain (maybe it even embarasses some of them how the youngest is being the big brother)

(may I give you- wind trying to teach wild his grandmas recipe for twilight while he’s sick? I feel like everyone would just flip tf out every time twilight is sick now, so here’s this)

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“he’s really not that bad,” time assured the two. “No need for those potions, put them away.” He said to warriors, who discreetly and awkwardly put the potions he had out away.

“well, you two will be alright while we’re away- yeah?” Time asked, as he opened the door to walk out, Ushering everyone to follow.

“I’m not even *that* sick.” Twilight complained, and wind put his hands on his hips. “Go lay back down! Imma make wild whip you up something GOOD!” He had a proud smirk on his face, twilight looked done. “Ah.. ok..” twilight walked over and flopped on the couch- wind scrambled into the kitchen excitedly, his nerves all hyped up since he got to boss someone around. “wild! Wild-“ wind called. “Twilight just told me he really-really-really wants soup!” He said excitedly, you could hear twilights voice in the back

“No I didn’t…”

wild pointed the wooden spoon at wind in recognition, “yeah, uh- chicken noodle soup on its way.” Wild said, grabbing a can. “CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP? Are you some lazy little rat? You don’t cook that! I’ve got the best recipe..” wind then ran upstairs.

wild sighed, he could hear wind running around all upstairs- and downstairs.

“here! Grammas recipe-“ wild tried to calmly reach over and take it, but wind pulled back- pressing the small piece of paper over his chest protectively “no! Only I can know it. You just.. follow my instructions.” Wind said, a sly smirk on his face

“fine, fine.. at least tell me the ingredients” wild sighed. Wind was stupid- even if he was just telling wild the recipe, he could still remember.. why didn’t he just give him the paper???

wind looked a bit hesitant to share, as if he just realized that fact. “Ok. Uhm.. 2 carrots, one whole potato, and steak meat.” Wind instructed. wild casually pulled the food out his pocket. “put them in the broth, and boil the pot.” Wind had his own little wooden in spoon in hand. “you wanna help cook?” Wild smiled at him kindly

“No, this is for whacking you.” Wind whacked him

“I-OW!” Wild rubbed his shoulder where wind whacked him, “asshole! Why can I never do anything nice for you-“ wild huffed, wind looked very proud of himself

Wild began to stir the soup, his focus locking in and then his focus being immediatly broken as wind whacked him again. “Counterclockwise!” He demanded. “This IS counterclockwise.” Wild got onto him.

wind raised the wooden spoon and started to chase him, the two ran about the house quickly. “Stop chasing me with that stupid spoon!” Wild hissed, as wind ran to try and whack him. “no!”

after a while of them being super loud, twilight came up to both of them as they sword-fight with the wooden spoon.

he grabbed both spoons. “My head hurts, I’m confiscating these.” Twilight said, and then walked away.

it left the two alone for a while, wind looked down at his feet with embarrassment- as did wild.

“I’m sorry for hitting you with a wooden spoon.. multiple times” wind apologized, wild shook his head. “It’s alright sailor. I’m sorry we didn’t get to cook your grandmas soup for twi” the two were acting mature for once..

“oh, that wasn’t really my grandmas recipe.” Wind smirked as he revealed that little secret. “You’ll never know it.”

“…you little shit-“

[whsprings]

when i think about my ed/mental illness history it's so hard to differentiate what treatments helped and what did nothing and what made things worse. my ed started in high school, but it wasn't that bad/I didn't do shit about it until 2019. that year I also moved across the ocean for 5 months and then across the country for another 3. and when I finally tried to get help I was repeatedly told I wasn't thin/sick enough to have an ed. when i did get someone to listen to me and got a formal dx, I was literally run over a week later and spent two weeks hospitalized with seven broken bones. which wasn't traumatic in the slightest 🙃 anyway i leave the hospital (and immediatly go back to school bc i am clinically insane) and get medicated for my mental health and start seeing a therapist/dietitian and my ed just. continuously gets worse. I finally get talked into doing ed iop and the week before i'm supposed to start the world shuts down because of covid. like I remember emailing my therapist in a panic bc I had no idea what I was supposed to do. and to the surprise of absolutely no one, my ed gets worse throughout iop and i end up in res etc etc.

after my second res stay I got put on pristiq and oh boyyyy that shit fucked me up. like uncontrollable emotional volatility, dramatic escalation in sh, my team thought I had bpd, and I came 👌 this close to an attempt.

there's a lot more to the story obviously but idk, was it all the extenuating life circumstances that led to my ed getting worse? was it getting medicated? was it seeing a treatment team and feeling like I needed to prove my sickness to them after being invalidated so many times? was it going to treatment and being around a bunch of other sick people and picking up new bx and ways of comparing myself? if I had never sought help would things have remained mostly manageable like in hs? or would my ed have gotten worse with time anyway? who knows not me!!

all this because I was thinking about being back on naltrexone for a few months (and how I initially fought it bc of the stigma around that particular med as it's usually prescribed to addicts) and coming to the unfortunate conclusion that it may actually be helping?? like sh has been wayyyyy down since starting the med again. but then again, last time I was on it it didn't do shit, so is it the med that helped or is it a better understanding of skills??

you see the problem??

[lsuyia]

VANNESA X READERᰔ

synopsis ᝰ.ᐟ. you and Vanessa were exes from a bad breakup that happened between you both, but one day when you came to a bar to throw all your problems away with drinking to the point you were practically black-out drunk and barely knew what was happening around you. When Vanessa came to her favorite bar to try to get you off her mind by drinking her worries away, she never thought she would see your drunken self at the bar.

Reader is pink

Vanessa is just the regular color on your screen.

Vanessa sat down in her favorite seat which she always sat at. The bartender immediatly saw her passing her a shot and her favorite drink. The bartender looked at Vanessa looking at her tired and shot down face. “hard day?” The bartender said as they cleaned off one of the cups someone used from before sliding drinks to other people before looking back at her with a caring face. “After going back and forth all day I just needed to relax” She shrugged as she looked at the bartender. Vanessa took the shot gulping it down quickly before having a sour expression on her face as she exhaled her breath. “Yeah I could relate to that.” The bartender then passed another drink to vanessa as they smiled. Suddenly a group of hunk meaty guys burst into the bar talking on about a football game. “DRINKS ON ME GUYS!” Everyone started to cheer as the big game turned onto the screen. “alright i’ll see ya ness” The bartender quickly greets the hunks getting all their orders, while vanessa stayed in her seat looking at the glass in her drink as she circled it around around her wrist over and over again.

About 30 minutes later. The small bar which barely had any company was now bustling with different people looking for a good time. Some hunky guys were even doing karaoke singing terribly. Vanessa sat there just thinking pensively , which she knew would led to her drinking and driving if she had another drink. She got up and sighed as she readjusted her coat and started to walk out.

“NESSA!”

The bartender called out from afar hoping Vanessa would hear her cry before she left. Vanessa, fortunately heard this yelp as she walked back over to the commotion as she looked at the ay bartender confused and brought out her cuffs. “Is sombody causing a problem?” She said as her eyebrows furrowed awaiting a response. “No not at all” The bartender raised their hands like they had been caught as they slide another drink down the right while some guys cheered. “please, get your girlfriend and take her drunken, and booze ridden self out of here? I need to make space for the other people standing.” Vanessa immediately put her cuffs away and looked the bartender as her brown eyebrows furrowed more. Her thoughts immediately went to you, but since you two were broken up she pushed it past her mind. “Who the hell are you talking about?.”

The bartender groaned in annoyance due to Vanessa not being able to understand. “The person sitting right damn beside you.” She then quickly pointed at reader to the right side of Vanessa then quickly went back to serving beers.

Vanessa finally looked to the side of her as she finally saw reader, in-front of her eyes. She was so busy thinking about her she never even thought to look. She even forgot what your hair looked like.

“your everywhere i go, aren’t you?”

Vanessa said as she finally finished the left over sips of her drink, chugging it down her throat. “Alright, cmon lets get you out of here.” Vanessa sighed as she picked up your drunken body off the bar stool. One part of her really didnt want to see you here, but on the other hand she wanted you here.

“mhmm stopp..” Reader said as she mumbled their words as they tried to push vanessa away to stay on the stool. “lemme stayy hurr” Reader looked at Vanessa a actual hot mess as her hair was everywhere and looked like she had one too many drinks.. Vanessa couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. She smiled softly as she finally made reader get out the chair practically dragging her to her cop car that was parked outside. She struggled to open the car door which reader in one arm while she tried to hold her with both arms at once.

She managed to get the car door opened,but again struggled to put reader in the car. about 5 minutes later she finally did it and buckled her safely inside the car as she went to the front seat.

[f1-disaster-bi]

I'm pretty sick and tired right now i think i also run a fever so sorry if some of this doesn't make sense 🙈

I absolutly adore carlos so i'm all for that carlando idea 😂💖 i think he would be really protective of lando but without being overbearing 💖 i can also see him and lando playing it up a bit in front of others because they think it's hilarious that they all fall so easily for it 😂💖

Oh lando 🥺 i'm glad he is safe with martin now 💖 i hope he stays there and can open up to martin about what happend 🥺💖

Poor danny being headbutted by koa 🙈 one of our baby goats headbutted me once when i carried her back after she got out of her enclosure and it hurt so bad i thought for sure she had broken my nose but luckily it was just bruised but not broken 🙈 but luckily for danny he has lando to look after him 💖 so he will be good as new very fast 💖

That was a very convincing argument against watching (being tortured by) another movie so you can't blame charles for agreeing immediatly 😂💖

I guess at this point Max is already regretting introducing these two to each other because he know he will just keep on getting abondend by them whenever they are all together 😂 i love that both of them are just as gone for the each other by the second they met 💖

I think they will be dating halfway through that weekend already 😂 and Max never really stood a chance to say no and deep down they both know that 😂 and i love the idea of cisca being the Mastermind behind this 💖 she just wants her boys to be happy 🥺

Thank you as always for writing 💖 in hope you can settle fast in your new home and have a save travel 🫂💖 i gping bed to bed now 😫

-💖

Aw no, I hope you feel better soon 💖 anon! I am sending you so many hugs and good vibes!

I am currently sitting in what will be my home for two weeks or so, in pj's and recovering from yesterdays long day of traveling. I think I timed it at 14 hours give or take from getting the bus to the airport to opening the door of my airbnb?? While lugging a backpack, a 20kg and a 10kg suitcase, plus not eating fully.

So I was absolutely wrecked when I got here and am spending a well deserved day in bed. I have been chilling, watching Pysch (@f1-birb suggested it) and now I am going to answer some prompts!

Thank you for your lovely thoughts as always anon 🥺❤️

[littlevenicebiatch]

My Firefly...

some Ghost angst

It was a hard mission and it ended badly. At the end you were all alone with Simon, everyone else either dead or injured. It started off with five people, now it was down to two. You could hear his voice over the earpiece. "Y/N?" "I'm here." "Good." "Ghost? We should probably go back to the truck, I doubt we will get any intel today." He was still for a second, but then. "We arent quitters." And that was that, tough he was your lover, he was still your superiour. So you obeyed, and you went on with the mission, you went inside that damn house and into that room and you were surprised by five mafiosos who quickly shot you. One minute you were talking to him over the earpieces, the next there was a loud bang and a dead silence. When he got to you the men had realized their mistake and fled, so you were all alone.

He picked you up and carried you in his arms, not just to the truck, not just to the hospital, to the OR where he was forced to let go. While you were in surgery no one could calm him down, no one dared to try. Price told Simon to sit down and almost got chocked for it. And when you got out, he didnt leave your side, he slept, ate and practically lived by your hospital bed. And then it happened, you woke up. You opened your eyes and as they met his a smile immediatly formed on your lips. "Simon." You whispered. He squeezed your hand carefully and nodded, he tried to speak, but he was crying too hard for it to work.

He only spoke a few minutes later. "You're awake." He mumbled, surprissed and so relieved. "Yes, I am awake." "You will never go back to seep, doll." His head was between his knees, he tried to breath when your hands found their way to his hair, you slowly ruffled through it. "Maybe eventually, but never that long again." Simon looked up now, smiling- no laughing. "My god doll, I thought I'd lost ya." "Me? Oh you arent getting rid of me that quickly." Simon nodded, and then you moved to the side of your bed. "Come here." You whispered, and he obeyed. He climbed into bed with you, you rested your head against his chest and sighed happily. "Oh simon."

But then the doctors came in, and they didnt seem too happy to see you awake. "Oh." The first one said. "Well this is bad." The intern whispered. "What is it?" Simon pracitcally yelled. But they werent looking at you, no, they were looking at yur vitals and their own notes. Then the old female doctor spoke up. "I am so sorry, but your injuries were incredibly commplex, there is a big tear in your aorta and piece of your lung are- well they are kind of torn appart." Simon sat straight up in the bed. "Again, I am so sorry, but you do not have much longer." "HOW LONG?" He pressed out. "A few weeks perhaps, a month if you are lucky." Then it all went black. When you woke up again it was night. Simon was still holding you in his arms. "Simon?" "Love?" "I want you to be happy you know?" He gently lifted his hand off of your waist and placed it on your head. "What are you saying?" "When I'm gone-" "Dont." "Simon listen to me!" And for once, he did. "When I'm gone, you have to be happy, you cant get stuck in a hole, you have to live your life and be good, for me. It doesnt matter what that means to you, if you ever find someone to marry- to love to have children with, thats great." "Thats enough, love. I will never be able to love again, you are just, you are the light of my life, I wont ever get over this." "Si- you have to..." "You have to..." But you couldnt speak, you were gasping for air. Simon tried to yell for a nurse, to do anything, but he could only hold onto you tighter.

And then that was it. You were gone and he could do nothing. They called in two musuclarr police officers, but they couldnt pull him off. Only when Price came and talked to him, talked for hours he let go. And when he did, he collapsed, just like that. He was pronounced dead just ten hours after you. Death of a broken heart.

[sharenadraculea]

For the fic request: Sanguinius/Lion, accident

Content warning: a bit of blood and a character getting a small injury (well, small for a primarch) 

Someone knocks on the door. The Lion groans as he stands up to open the door. „What is it this fucking time?“

But to his surprise the person in front of the door is not Roboute Guilliman, forcing even more paperwork on him, for once. Instead Sanguinius is standing there, looking smaller than usual and blood dripping from his forehead. „Am I disturbing you? I… I can go somewhere else if you want to…“

Immediatly Lion feels bad for his outburst. „No, of course not….“ He gently takes Sanguinius‘ arm and pulls him into the office. „But what has happend to you?“

The angel sits down in the giant armchair, pulling his knees to his chest. „Well, the meeting room two floors down… it has those really big windows towards the balcony, right?“

Lion nods quietly while searching for a washcloth. 

„I didn‘t realize that well… that the windows were there and the door closed… and I kind of flew into the window and now my head hurts.“ He touches the wound on his forehead which has allready started to close. There are small pieces of glass still stuck in it.

Lion sighs before brushing Sanguinius‘ hair out of the way. „You need to get those shards out before it heals completly… is it fine if I do that?“

The angel nods. „That‘s why I came here, I thought it would be easier for you to do…“ He is fidgeting with the edge of his tunic. 

„Okay, just give me a second…“ Lion starts to carefully remove the pieces of glass, warm blood running over his fingers, before wiping the rest of the blood away with the towel as best as possible. „That should be fine… just be more carefull with where you land next time, yeah?“ 

„How could I have known, that there is a window if it is translucent?“ Sanguinius looks up with teary eyes. 

Lion puts the washcloth away. „I‘ll tell Guilliman to replace all the windows with stained glass.“

Sanguinius eyes light up as he jumps up and wraps his arms around Lion‘s neck. „That would be great! Thank you so much that you do that for me!“

Lion gently strokes his back. „Of course love… how is your head feeling?“

„Bit better.“ Sanguinius touches the scar on his forehead. „I guess that will take a few more hours to disappear.“

„That‘s good.“ Lion presses a small kiss on the angels forhead. 

Sanguinius nuzzles closer against him. „Can I stay here for a bit? I don‘t feel like explaining to Rob why the window is broken…“

„Of course.“

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

part three !!! :3333 theres probabky gonna be 2 or 3 parts following this one... im also unsure why, but an underline appears under colored text on mobile now? dunno if its the same on the tumblr browser.

anyway, enjoy a bit of sniperscout and spydad ;)

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Sniper sighs as he drives down the lonely highway, the trees overhead casting enough shade that he doesn't need to wear his sunglasses, but he keeps his hat on. It's his good luck charm. His mum gave him it, and he doesn't plan on loosing it.

It's now been a week since Scout vanished. Sniper didn't outwardly show it, but he's just as nervous as Spy is.

A few months back, Scout had come to the camper with a rather sad looking bouquet of flowers and asked him on a movie date. And Sniper had said yes.

They'd been secretly dating since, and only Medic knew about it, and promised not to tell anyone. "It's not my place to deciee when you're ready to tell everyone", Medic had said.

Sniper wanted to be mad at Spy for making Scout so angry. But he couldn't be. Not after seeing how wrecked the Frenchman was, even after Scout's mother came to the base for a few days. She had left yesterday to return home, and made Spy swear to find Scout and keep him safe.

Sniper taps his finger on the wheel. There's a bit of broken glass on the road. Someone would have to clean it up later---

A flash of red lying on the side of the road catches his attention and he slams on the breaks.

What the bloody hell is that?

Hesitating, he pulls the van over and hops out, jogging the way back towards the red he had seen. And his blood runs cold.

"Jesus christ..." He whispers, and speeds up to running, grabbing his comm and radios Engi, since Sniper knows that the Texan always has his comm with him.

"Truckie, you there?" Sniper asks into the comm, and stares down at the mess with his hands on his hips.

"Yes sir, what's the deal, Stretch?" Engi replies. Sniper scowls at the stupid nickname.

"Find Doc. I found Scout." Sniper crouches down at the runner's side. "We're out on the highway. I don't want to move 'im, I.. I think he got hit by a bloody car. He doesn't look too good.

"Stay where you are." Engi orders. "We'll be there soon."

Spy knew immediatly when he heard Engi yell for Medic to get in the "goddamn ambulance" and drive.

They must've found Scout. There can't be another explanation. Spy looks out the window of his smoking room to see the ambulance pull out of the base's garage and speed away, sirens blaring.

He brings the cigarette to his mouth with a trembling hand.

When Scout was a few months old, Spy had come home to find him wailing in his crib. Heather wasn't home, so he assumed that she must've gone out to buy more baby powder. So that left Spy to take care of baby Scout.

And he did what a father should do. He picked up baby Scout out of the crib and sang him a French lullaby, and was able to get him to sleep again. He stayed in Scout's room until Heather returned, but he had also fallen asleep. She had snapped a photo, and Spy kept that photo in his disguise kit behind his cigarettes.

If only times could be that simple again.

Don't worry anon I'm pretty sure the color underline is happening for everyone. Anyway! Good job as always :)

[felikatze]

*removes the tape* talk about binding blade do it do it do it do it

i lost my whole rant on binding blade's story but it is SOMEWHERE on tumblr and it is NOT TAGGED because i didn't live my truth

anyway. we were talking about idunn. let's fucking. talk about idunn.

i'm disappointed that she's less of a presence in the story honestly she only appears like 2 times but i LOVE HERRRR. she's the proto grima she did it first. dont even get me STARTED on my thoughts about divine dragon lore as it relates to idunn

DID YOU KNOW? IDUNN AND GRIMA AND SOMBRON ARE ALL KNOWN AS "DEMON DRAGON" IN A WIDE VARIETY OF LANGUAGES. GRIMA'S TITLE WAS NEVER UNIQUE AND I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS ON THAT

anyway. why i think idunn works. it's mainly about framing. first of all idunn isn't a toddler which makes the whole thing less uncomfortable, second the game frames what happened to idunn as an atrocity. the divine dragons were one of the tribes who aimed to escape the scouring instead of fighting (with some of them presumably heading through the dragon's gate alongside a smattering of ice and fire dragons, and some of them settling down in arcadia in the nabata desert).

The divine dragons wished to flee because the dragons who wished to fight the humans wanted a weapon, and they knew they could turn a divine dragon into one. the divine dragons were horrified by this, and fled - except idunn. idunn didnt escape in time.

idunn was captured, and her mind was broken. she had no will left whatsoever. in the game, she's basically a machine - not following zephiel out of any conviction, but because he's the first person to release her. when jahn explains this, he is RIGHTFULLY called out for it by roy. this shit is disgusting and jahn knows it, but he justifies it anyway.

idunn is 100% the victim. but it is so so so easy to condemn her, to "put her out of her misery." like i know in a lot of FE games the brainwashed girl still has some way to be saved - there's a spell to be broken, a villain to be defeated, a magical object to be destroyed, but there isn't with idunn. her soul is just geniuenly destroyed. it's entirely mental. jahn says there is no way to save idunn.

but fuckin. roy doesn't accept that. there is the slightest sliver of possibility in the binding blade. it listens to its user's will, so perhaps he can....?

i'm kind of obsessed with the way it clicks IMMEDIATLY what roy is planning to do, but he never actually says it aloud until he does it. he just tells everyone to trust him and to let him deal the final blow. he doesn't say "oh this might save the demon dragon we have to kill." he just charges in and does it. does he think the others might try to stop him?? maybe?? i think ch24 has some great characterization that is overshadowed by the massive exposition dump where roy's just there to be the ear of the audience instead of an autonomous character.

honestly, i think roy's desire to save idunn actually greatly parallels how guinevere condemns zephiel. at the start of the game, guinevere is horrified by her brother, but still wants to save him. as time goes on, though, she struggles to hold onto her optimism. when she hands roy the binding blade, she accepts that he's going to kill zephiel.

this deeply pacifistic compassionate character essentially putting her brother to death because to her he is that far gone is such a great writing choice oh my god. (i wish it was in a better story.)

but zephiel believed what he said. he believed humans were corrupt and needed to die - in fe6, there's the general notion of human goodness. that people can be cruel, but they can be better, too, they can choose to become better. and zephiel refused that. zephiel refused to do better, instead just enabling the atrocities he condemned. that is why he dies. because he refuses change.

all his generals are given the option to back down, to live and grow, but they all refuse, and they die for their conviction in a cruel world.

idunn never had that choice. who knows what idunn believes? roy believes in a better world, and he will give idunn the freedom to decide what she wants out of it.

i first got the true ending when i was on the train, and ngl, i did almost cry over it in public. because idunn does get better. if you get the true ending and fae survives, you get a bonus scene - fae and idunn, back in nabata. idunn appears emotionless as fae urges her to play, until fae's enthusiasm leads to a coconut falling on her head.

and idunn - idunn laughs.

for the first time in millenia. there was no spell to be broken on her. roy doesn't snap his fingers and she's happy again. it'll be long, it'll be hard, but idunn will heal. and this is her first step.

i got kinda emotional seeing her spring alt in heroes afterward. she just looks. content. this character who went through so much tragedy and suffering for an eternity can still recover and heal because there are people who will help her do so. fae and roy and all the others.

i just. wargrhhrhr. the core message of human goodness and the capability to be better if you just choose to do so and the empathy to recognize that sometimes people didn't have that choice and you should give it to them, always. if they refuse, there's nothing you can do, but you should still try, right?

i actually really really love roy as a protagonist outside of "roy's our boy" memes and i disagree with the takes that someone else should be the protagonist of fe6. because roy is an outside to this and that is the point. he's just some kid doing the best he can! he's not the descendant of some legendary hero! that's lilina and zephiel! he doesn't have any mystical power! that's sophia! he doesn't have a dramatic backstory! that's elffin!

anyone could wield the binding blade. it's just roy who picked it up. that's the point. anyone can change the world. anyone can do better. anyone can make the universe a little bit kinder, if they just try.

[merryjuan]

Everytime I see a rider like this on the street, especially these mini stunt bikes I must admit the part of me that is envious starts to creep in. It always seems like a fun thing, I even like seeing them do wheelies, I really want to be a motorcycle rider but its hard for me to make the descion to actually buy one despite my longing for it because of the associated risks.

Idea of the ramp and bike I had (mines had begs on both sides so I could bring up to 3 people around with me, or grind rails)

I loved riding bikes as a kid and would even do some pretty extreme stunts, my parents even bought me a ramp one year for christmas and that thing got a lot of jumps from me, my cousins and even the neighborhood kids.

Best photo I could find of the hill in question online (left side)

One year when I was in middle school I went to a hill in my city, the hill has two sides a really steep side and a much less steeper side, all my life I had only done the less steep side. I had seen others do the steep side before so I knew it was possible so today I decided it was my turn to try. I was not ready and actually had a bad accident. To be fair to my self I actually had managed to make it all the way down safely, where I got injured is when I was trying to stop for some runners at the bottom of the hill that I didn’t see (and I’m pretty sure didn’t see me, this is why you should have spotters when attempting stunts like this, could have avoided the whole thing). Anyway I pretty much immediatly blacked out and although never offically diagnosed I likely gave my self a concusion that day and scracthed up my face pretty hard on the pavement, Thankfully I was wearing a helmet or else this could have been worse. In fact the following weeks in school I had been given the nickname scar face. I did end up going back to conquer that hill by the way but my love for danger and adrenaline had taken a major hit that day and jumps that I used to do on the bike no problem became more scary for me.

My love for bikes didn’t end there and neither did my accidents. My summer before highschool (and a other highschool summer) I did bike deliverys for jimmy john’s and had one very minor accident with a distracted driver leaving a parking garage while I was on the sidewalk, I did get bumped off my bike, but nothing broken or bruised just a bit spooked. With my jimmy johns money that summer I had bought a used moped for about $200. And by the time summer came around I had gotten into an accident in it, this time I was not wearing my helmet but it was a solo accident. I was on the moped getting home from somewhere when it had started to rain HARD. I was dying to get home and dry so when I had pulled up on my house I had decided to cut through the yard instead of the driveway (saving me maybe 10 seconds) well I hit a bump in the yard that I did not expect and flew up and off the bike. Hit the ground and tumbled pretty hard, I was in some pain my arm and ribs were sore but miracualsly not broken. The scene must have looked pretty dramatic as one of the neighbors had seen it and in the pouring rain had gone outside to check up on me. I assured them I was fine and they went back inside, at the moment saying “im fine” was a bit of a white lie but ultimatly I was.

I say all that to tell you this. I love bikes but I also know that they are dangerous thru my own personal experience. But data backs this up too.

According to this data, motorcycles are at least 30x as fatal as driving a car.

So despite how fun I think it would be to do a wheelie on a grom, or go really fast in something more open to the world around me than a convertible, or even run from police. I think my mind is rightfully telling me to not buy a motorcyle in interest of my own life and longevity, but man I really would like to.

[redxixi]

Ok hear me out. The reader is a new teacher at UA and tries getting on all the teachers good side but aizawa is so good at keeping his emotions hidden she doesn’t know if he likes her. After the training camp incident they move into dorms and she lives with aizawa but they have seperate rooms to sleep in but everything else is shared. And during this time Aizawa “hating” her more as he always lectures her and gets mad at her so she’s convinced he practically hates her. She ends up hating him too cause he starts making her do more work. He ends up training her and she hates him even more since he wasn’t going easy and just gave her bruises or something. Then one day she was in the lounge room for their shared dorm area and she was doing something and aizawa helps her do it and BAM. she develops a crush and…. (Add ur own ending and twists because I know I’ll love it 💕💗) (also sorry this is long)

AHHAHDWJ ANON weird way or proposing but i accept. litterly AMZING. I did make this pure fluff tho so i hope you like this<3

`♧ : aizawa x reader

`♤ warnings : fluff, some unholy thoughts, some broken shi

~ summary : aizawa never hated you and he showed that when you got physically hurt.

as a new teacher in the best hero school you had to make sure to work extra hard and be friendly to everyone. aizawa made that difficult, whenever you would aproach him he would act cold towards you and lately he has been lecturing me for the dumbest mistakes, whats worse is that you live with him in the dorms. he had a problem with everything and it was suffocating. you couldn't stand him anymore, so how did it lead to this.

you were out with the class on the training grounds, training them to learn how to control their quirks better. aizawa obviously had to also be there because he "couldn't trust that you would do this task effectifely". seriously, i mean ofcourse you were new but why'd he have to be such an asshole.

aizawa on the other hands couldn't stop daydreaming about you bouncing up and down on his cock, making you scream his name, telling you love him. honestly he had a crush on you the day he saw you, he was just bad at expressing his feelings and that to you now hating him. couped up in his own thoughts he failed to see the incoming ice bolder todoroki made, but luckyly for him he had fast reflexes and jumped out the way. you were not as lucky.

"AAAH FUCK"

you yelled and he immediatly turned his head to you. you did manage to jump out of the way but you did it late causing you to make a horrible landing resulting to you spraining your ankle hard. immedialty aizawa and the other kids rush to your side.

"Y/N SENSEI are you okaay. im so so sorry for my mistake"

shoto was apoligizing frantically and bowin his head.

"n..no no i should have moved FUCK but its fine. i'll just go to the infirmary and they can fix me right up"

you said smiling trying not to cry. you feel aizawa looking at you so you looked back to him. he wrapped his hands around your waist and under your legs, caushing him to carry you bridal style.

"you kids go back training session is off today. i'll take Y/N sensei to the infirmary"

everyone was devistated but they did as they were told.

"what are you doing. you can put me down i can do this shit by myself"

you said in a snarky tone.

"shut it. im supposed to be supervising you so your my responsibility got it"

several days later you were still on bed rest. you were lounging in the living room of your dorm room and lets say things are different. after that day aizawa has been taking care of you, he makes you breakfast, lunch, dinner, he even reminds you to drink your meds. it was kind of him. he even gets your flowers everyday, he thinks you dont notice when he brings in fresh flowers and puts them in a vase. it made you smile seeing him like this.

he helps you with everything, he was sweet. you open your eyes to see the scorching sunlight. when you turned your head he was there, sleeping, sitting on the couch with you. you had your book in your head and you couldn't believe you fell asleep on his head. you were beat red. luckily he was still asleep but god he looked perfect sleeping, his hair was loose so there were a few strands on his head.

"this is nice"

you say soflty. you didn't want this moment to end. yes he had been an asshole to you but he's helped you alot, and now you didn't want him to wake you. you put your book away and gently snuggled back into him. you could hear his heart, breath and little snore. soon you yourself fell into deep slumber

this is nice.

A/N: TO THE ANON WHO ASKED THIS. thank you. i also dont know how to end this jdkajkqwenjk.