#i'll shout u nightmare

[miracle-negative]

SHOOTING STAR.* °

DREAM belongs to @/jokublog

[livesworthlivingau]

Lives Worth Living Chapter 1

Spoilers for TwoHats

"C'mon Bonnie, Sif still needs his rest, let's give him some time to process everything."

"Awwww, fiiiiine, but I'll be back with some snacks later to celebrate!"

(The door closes behind them and you're left alone. You stare at the ceiling as you lay in bed, static filling your mind. It's a low drum at first but the cacophony grows and grows and grows until it's overwhelming.)

(You're... back… how could you be back?... It was over… it's BEEN over… it's been so long… Why here? Why now? Why-No… this is a dream, it must be, right? Some weird manifestation of grief over Odile, that has to be it…)

(As the initial shock dies down, you take a few deep breaths to collect yourself. You examine your oh so distantly familiar surroundings, a faintly recognizable Inn.)

(That’s right, it was the first place you stayed after leaving Dormont once you beat the King. You didn’t stay long to celebrate after all as Bonnie was practically dragging you all back towards Bambouche to check on Nille…)

(Was this actually real?... you’ve had dreams, or more accurately, nightmares of returning to the loops before, but you were never this aware in them, and upon waking up you could notice all the cracks around the edges. You’re lucid, there’s no cracks, no signs this wasn’t the real deal… So if this IS real…)

["Stardust?... Is that you?..."]

(?!!!?! LOOP!)

(You dart out of bed, you rush out of the door so fast you don’t even remember to grab your cloak and hat, almost slamming into Isa who seems to be carrying your breakfast to you in bed.)

“Hey, Sif! You’re u-AGH!” (He jumps, nearly dropping the tray as you just narrowly avoid splattering into him like a brick wall.)

“Sorry! I’ll explain after, I promise!!” (You shout back without breaking your stride, hoping your word would be enough to sate his inevitable worry.)

“Siffrin?! Shouldn’t you be resting?!”

“Frin! Hey, you didn’t eat breakfast!”

“Gems alive, what is it now?!”

“Can’t talk! Be back soon!” (Nothing else mattered right now, you had to be sure, you had to see them, you had to know if this was real.)

(You bust through the door, suddenly darting through the town, frantically looking around, you aren’t even sure what for until you see it. A tree, a massive tree, the largest one in sight, that has to be it. You make a beeline straight for it, stumbling some over rocks and roots, you were very out of practice after all.)

(Finally you’ve made it, busting through the tree line into a clearing around this region’s Favor Tree, sliding to a stop. Your breaths deep and heavy, lungs and legs burning some, various little scrapes and bruises from the various flora smacking against you as you rushed through. None of this mattered, especially once your eye locked onto what you’ve been searching for… the dark figure with a bright face, those vibrant eyes staring back at you in shock, almost horror, confusion waving through their entire form.)

“Loop… LOOP! LOOP IT’S REALLY YOU!” (You practically scream, running again and almost collapsing into them. Your arms wrap so tightly around them as tears pour from your eye.)

“Stardust… What-When is this? How long has it been?” (They asked, their forearms slowly coiling around your back in return.)

“It’s been so long Loop… I thought you were gone… I missed you so much…”

“So long? But.. you look the same, it couldn’t have been more than a few weeks? Are you really that desperate to have me around Stardust~?” (They asked, feeling confident enough to bring back that facade they always put on. It was helpful for breaking the awkward tension, but they clearly knew something was wrong. Their existence simply returning again was alarming in and of itself.)

“... It’s the next day… after you vanished, but… it’s been a lot longer than that for me Loop.” (You begin to explain, pulling away finally as you wipe your tears. You take a deep breath, knowing you’re gonna have to tell someone what’s going on, so who better than your… self? Kinda?)

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“30 YEARS?!?!” (Loops voice cries out, the sudden shout sending every bird in a wide radius to suddenly scatter and flee every tree around.)

“WHY ARE YOU THE CALM ONE HERE?!” (They continue, seeming to be more upset about your own reaction than the actual news.)

“A lot’s happened in 30 years… I’ve gotten better about handling my emotions-”

“Ugh, don’t tell me you’re all ‘put together’ now, how long did you go to therapy in all that time?”

“...”

“... Great, just fantastic, now I’M the unreasonable one! This isn’t fair Stardust, you can’t just swap the whole dynamic all of the sudden!”

“Well it’s not like I chose for this to happen! We were all with Odile in her final moments and…

“So, what? The wish stuck around? We’re destined to reset anytime any of your family members dies?”

“... I guess so… but is that really that bad?... we’re not stuck in the same 2 days anymore, it’s a whole life practically…”

“What do you mean we, Stardust? What am I supposed to do while you’re off galivanting your whole life away over and over again?”

(You just beam a bright smile towards them in response)

“... Why are you looking at me like th-No! No no no no NO Stardust! I did NOT sign up for this!”

“Fine, suit yourself, just hide in the tree line for decades while I live my life~.”

“... This is actual hell, when I vanished I went to Hell, didn’t I?”

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“Just admit it Stardust, we’re lost, because you were simply too obsessed with me to bother with directions~.”

“The past 30 years must have been dreadful if you’re so eager for a do-over~.”

“Let me guess, your Fighter still hasn’t confessed, has he~?”

“You know teasing you isn’t any fun if you aren’t going to react anymore, Stardust!”

“That’s exactly why I’m doing it~.” (You respond with a smug little smile. You were glad to have your old looping confidant back, and even more glad you could mess with them just like they used to do to you.)

“... So what’s the plan here anyways? We just show up Hey everyone, Loop is back! and I’m just part of the family? You really think it’ll be that easy?”

“Yeah, pretty much!”

“... And… What about… everything else? Do you really intend to tell them everything?”

“I uhh… haven’t really gotten that far yet. Do you want to tell them everything? I assume that would take a lot more of an adjustment, but we could try it out.”

“Try it out? You just lost the last 30 years of your life and you’re just fine with ‘trying it out’?! Seriously, no one is this well adjusted Stardust, what are you hiding?”

“I’m not hiding anything, I just… I really missed you Loop… I’m really glad to have you back, and honestly, seeing you again is kinda making all of this okay for now. Am I gonna have a mental breakdown tomorrow? Maybe! It wouldn’t be that surprising, but I just… I want to enjoy this moment, while I have it, okay?” (You ask as you’ve stopped in your tracks during your little speech. You turn to Loop, holding out your hand, inviting them to take it so you can walk in tow.)

(They just stare at you for a moment, holding their hands close to themselves almost defensively, instinctively. It takes them a moment to let their guard down, slowly relaxing and placing their hand in yours, letting you take it with a roll of their eyes, just trying to put on a face as always.)

“So, just Loop? No other details?” (Your question sends Loop into a thoughtful stare towards the ground, lost in it for a while as you both walk along. Several minutes pass before they finally look back up to you, ready to answer)

“... Just Loop.”

“You got it~.”

[jellyfishoreo1206]

hey dude! really like ur work lol :3 can you write a tf2 medic with a fem or gn reader who is alternative (like punk/goth?) it can be headcannons or a drabble or whatever u want :) thanks bud!

Medic with an Alt! Reader (gender-neutral)

Notes: Of course! Again, I'm sorry if it seems like I ignored your ask! For that, I'll attempt to make it extra long :3 Please correct me if I get anything wrong about the history of Alternative fashion/music, I mostly referenced Wikipedia, but I don't think there was enough information for me to go on. I didn't know if you wanted this to be a romantic pairing or just platonic, so I'm doing both!

So coming back to this, I realized that the first half of this is talking about Alt Reader, but then the next half it's literally just romance head cannons that have nothing to do with the ask. I've been carried away by the amount of ideas that have been flooding my brain at night that I completely forgot what I was doing in the first place. At this point, I'm just rolling with it, I'm sorry Anon

Warning(s): Medic being medic, cussing, mentions of reader smoking, slight spoilers for the TF2 Comics.

M/C = Merc Class

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Platonic

Considering that this is the late 60's (and alt becoming a thing somewhere in the 1970's or 80's), Medic would take a keen interest in you.

Whether you take interest in Emo, Goth, Hip-Hop (which apparently is a form of Alt fashion! Good to know), Punk, Rocker or Grunge fashion; all of them have a few things in common, they all stand out from the mainstream fashion going on in that time, some are more artistic and attention-grabbing, and some coming to be as a break from beliefs.

I'm not going to lie to you, at first he thought it was some type of disorder

"I want to find out what's wrong with them" That's what's going through his mind 😭

He's so curious, you're going to be his new subject of interest until he has studied every inch of you

Whether that be operating on you or studying how you behave from afar.

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Several days have passed since you've joined the mercenaries. You seem to be adjusting well enough to the team, getting along semi-okay with your teammates (if you ignore how the on your first day Soldier nearly killed you because he mistook you as a demon, shouting absolute nonsense). Engineer has been one of the most welcoming out of your teammates, offering to show you around and letting you know what to watch out for.

But there is one teammate that you can't even bring yourself to being around. The Medic.

God, you would think that the Engineer would at least warn you about him and his behavior, dude is seriously all kinds of creepy.

Ever since you got here, he's been watching you like a hawk. Always seeing him out of the corner of your eye, conveniently always being in the same room as you; Hell! Even following you out in the battle field. You even think you woke up to him crouching menacingly in the corner of your room, watching as you slept with a creepy smile on his face and an insane look in those eyes of his. (Desperately wishing that it was some kind of paranoia-filled nightmare and praying to whatever god that is up there that it wasn't real.)

"I swear! Was it something I did??" You decided to express your concerns to the Engineer, considering he is one of the more reasonable one's out of the mercs, and being the first person you hit it off with when you first arrived. He hummed in thought—putting down the sentry gun that he was tinkering with—turning to face you as he pushes his hard-hat back into place.

"Medic is a strange fella, I know tha'. But I don' think I've ever heard him act like this..." His response only seemed to add on to your distress, sitting yourself on the floor of his workshop with a loud groan. Great, so even he doesn't know what's going on either. "I'll hafta talk with him la'er, see wha's up with 'im."

"I appreciate it, Engineer."

"Please, call me Engie."

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When the Engineer brought up the Medic's behavior to him, he just laughed it off

"Oh Herr Engineer, you must know as a man of science that this is simply an observation!" "...What exactly are ya' observin'?" "Haven't you noticed? How they dress! Is it a form of trauma? Or a type of disorder! I must find out!" *Cue him holding a bloody hand saw in the most menacing way possible* "Then..why don'tcha jus' ask them up front?" "I like my methods better."

Yeahhhh, he has a really bad case of autism

When Engie told you what the Medic told him, you just got even more confused.

What would the way you dress have anything to do with your mental state?

I mean, yeah, you've turned heads whenever you went out to do mundane tasks back home (such as picking something up from the store or returning something to a friend), and you had several people tell you that'll they will pray for you, but you've never had someone assume that it was straight up a disorder??

The thought itself just confuses you

Engie was right about him being weird..

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A month has passed, and it seems like the Medic's behavior has calmed down a bit. Emphasis on a bit.

He stopped following you around out in the battlefield as much and seems to be getting back into his regular schedule of being the medic for the team; but you're starting to notice something else...

It seems he's attempting to talk to you! The whole entire time you've been here at the base, you two never actually had a proper conversation (mainly it was because you were attempting to avoid him as much as possible at the start, and Medic because he just saw you as another subject). The first time it happened was late at night, almost the early hours of the morning. You were in the kitchen, making some coffee for yourself and the Engineer (who has yet to go to sleep). You were pretty sure it was only the two of you awake at this time, since you didn't hear anything else other than the distant clinging and clanking of the engineer's machinery.

With both hands occupied with a mug of hot coffee, you were about to make your way out of the kitchen when you felt your heart drop. Jesus FUCKING CHRIST, HOW LONG WAS HE STANDING THERE????

Might as well be called The SPY instead with how fucking quiet he was.

You both made awkward eye-contact—awkward for you anyway—he seemed tired, but that didn't stop him from smiling at you—teeth and all.

"Ach, guten morgen!" He offers a small wave, his voice cheery despite his obvious exhaustion.

You didn't say anything, you bolted out of there.

Nope nope nope nope nopenopenope-!

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The Medic didn't seem to take that reaction personally

If anything, it made him more curious

So he attempts to strike up another conversation, but this time with company around, since he was scolded by the engineer the very next day

Whether it was during dinner-time, before a match, or even game-nights (as chaotic as they can be); he always attempts to strike up conversations, whether you don't respond or you give one-word responses.

Going on to long rants about any topic that comes to mind, whether you want to listen or not; most of them are usually about the human biology or his previous experiments

You wish you could erase the memory when he told you he got a man pregnant with baboons.

When you asked why he wanted to talk to you, he merely gave a shrug and a almost sheepish smile

His response?

"Oh for no reason, I just got bored when I realized there were no results in my observations."

Yeah

You kept your distance as much as possible, still feeling a bit uncomfortable around the man

Though it eventually started to slowly fade away when he kept attempting to talk with you, a big part of it was also due to his birds perching themselves on you whenever you needed something from the medbay, cuddling up to you in a mass of feathers

You actually started to enjoy the conversations when he asked why you dressed the way you did

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"Let me give you a brief summary," You start, sitting on the worn-out couch with the Medic on the far-end, a freshly lit cigarette in-between your fingers, "-there's a small community of us, people who also dress like me. But like I said, small community, not many of us." Taking the first drag of your cigarette, you see from the corner of your vision Medic holding a scolding look, eyeing the cigarette in your hand with disgust.

Blowing the smoke out in small puffs, you continued, "But, the reason why we dress the way we do, there's several and it varies from person to person."

"It could be a way of self-expression, a break from the mainstream style, or...damnit, I always forget the last one's. But there's many reasons why is what I'm trying to get at."

"What was your reasoning?" The Medic finally spoke, crossing his legs as he (un)discreetly takes out a notepad, writing down the information that you have just stated. The question processes in your brain, taking a long drag, repeating it over and over until an answer formed.

"Mm, nearly everyone dresses the same, no variety in their fashion." Finishing the last of the cigarette, you put it out in the ash tray atop the coffee table, leaning back into the couch with a stretch. "Everyone is always expected to dress the same. I wanted something different."

"Interesting..."

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Romantic

Now for the romantic part of the relationship, it would take him FOREVER to figure out that he likes you

YEARS if nobody brings it up

He would just brush it off as excess adrenaline from the battles (even if there was a ceasefire)

He would also began to show a certain type of favoritism towards you (his birds especially)

Whether that be storing a jar of lollipops in his office for you to take from (and only you), telling you a in-depth explanation/step-by-step of his experiments before anybody else, scolding you whenever you do something that's unhealthy, or just treating you like a normal doctor whenever it comes time for the yearly check-ups (like not experimenting on you/doing a random surgery or injecting random chemicals into your body to see what effects it'll have on the battlefield.)

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"Aye, doc! How come you only give M/N loli's!" For what seemed to have been the tenth time that day that Scout has complained about the same thing—over and over again—it was starting to get on the doctors nerves as he attempted (emphasis on attempted) to rescue his beloved bird that has somehow snuck his way inside of the scout and got himself tangled in the intestines while the Medic was preforming surgery.

"And for the last time, Scout." A sharp snap fills the tiled-room, a small piece of the Scout's rib cage in-between the Medic's gloved fingers, throwing it somewhere behind him without much concern for it as he continues with his current task at hand, "They aren't such a nuisance, unlike you."

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That's his only excuse whenever someone asks really :/

He always seems to enjoy your company the most out of all the mercs and is seen with you more times than anybody else on the team

It's until one of the mercs bring up his favoritism from another point of view that he begins to think...differently

Not a bad differently, but a "What do I do" differently

Like that's the moment when he begins to realize his affections for you

Personally, I believe that man has never been in a romantic relationship/had romantic feelings for someone

So him being in love for possibly the first time in his life, he's stumped

Like what does he even do in a predicament like this???

Would probably go to Engie or Heavy about this predicament for some sort of guidance.

His behavior around you would change a bit

He would still act like his regular self

But with you around he could be seen fidgeting with whatever he has in his hands and stumbling over his words more often, maybe even calling you pet-names in German

There will be times where he'll have a red flush seen on his normally pale face whenever you do something he sees as attractive/adorable (whether that be ruthlessly killing the other team, laughing at something one of the mercs did, cooing at Archimedes, etc.)

Like, flushed to the tips of his ears down to the nape of his neck type of blushing

You can tell he's blushing whenever his glasses fog up <3

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"Who's a pretty bird? You're a pretty bird!" Said blood-covered dove cooed at the various praise he was receiving from you, flapping his wings in a joyful matter. You came to the medbay to ask Medic for something that the Engineer needed but quickly got sidetracked when a certain dove flew down from his perch and decided to greet you.

Bringing a finger up to the dove, you give him small gentle scratches atop his head, continuing to coo at the bird with a big smile stretched across your lips.

Medic watches as the whole thing happens from his desk, a look of adoration in his eyes as he watches the on-going interaction between you and his bird. A feeling of warmth began spreading across his face, the beating of his heart increasing just from the sight alone.

He's absolutely clueless on what to do—the well-composed Medic, the man who has made a deal with the Devil and tricked him, sowing 8 souls to his very own, and has done many experiments that should be impossible to achieve—is confused on how he should proceed with his arising feelings for someone he considered a colleague and friend.

What a very troublesome situation.

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He would probably be a bit straightforward when he decides to confess to you, probably in a private space like in the Medbay or when it's late at night so nobody is awake to walk in on the two of you

When I say "a bit straightforward", I mean like he'll beat around the bush for a brief few seconds before just going for it, and keeps eye-contact throughout the whole thing

If you accept his feelings; he's ecstatic! But he doesn't know how to act, to say.

'What do couples do??' 'How does one act when they are in a relationship?' Mainly the questions that are going through his mind

If you reject his feelings; he'll become quiet and distant around you. He might even be a bit mad at himself, whenever he's by his lonesome; staring at his reflection on his bone-saw as his birds attempt to comfort him

Like, you guys will still talk, but it'll just be awkward—a tension between the two of you

Okay moving on.

Once entering a relationship with the Medic, it's best if you take things slow; discuss boundaries with one another, what to do and what not to do, etc,.

Would probably become a bit more touchy? Like, small brushes against your hand or one of your limbs, holding you hand or just linking pinkies with you whenever the two of you are alone

Like those kind of touches, soft.

Kisses would probably start off small too; small kiss to your knuckles or a kiss to the palm of his hand to bring a flush out of him (Though he prefers both of these in private)

Would absolute want to attempt to do your hair and make-up

I feel like he's either the kind of person to keep his love life private, but also not? Like, he would drops hints that he's in a relationship with you, but they are so subtle they fly over a few of the mercs heads

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Again, Anon, I'm sorry for going off-topic

[finalovestory]

WITH A TASTE OF YOUR LIPS Kazuha x oc! Byun Jihyun

Word counts: 3.017K

Warnings: Mentions of get drunk, cursing and mentions of hate on Le sserafim Coachella.

Note: It's my first time writing and english it's not my first language. Hope u enjoy it!

Kazuha sighed in frustration, throwing her phone to the other side of the room. After her Coachella performance, hateful comments were everywhere, with numerous netizens and articles calling them a national disgrace.

This stressed her out immensely, as she had worked hard on the performance and thought she had done well. Seeing people publicly humiliate her like she was worthless was deeply depressing.

"Still reading the comments?" Yunjin asked, coming out of the bathroom and drying her hair with a towel, completely unconcerned with the shattered phone near her feet.

Kazuha ran a hand over her face, exhaling. "How can I not? Those bastards keep humiliating us, and there's nothing we can do."

"Breaking your phone won't solve anything. Stop being so hot-headed and find something to do until next weekend." She sat down on the bed.

Kazuha stood up, grabbing her coat and wallet with some aggression, then bending down to pick up her now broken phone.

"Where are you going?" Yunjin frowned, watching her.

"To get drunk and buy a new phone." She left, slamming the door behind her.

Carefully, she slipped into the hallway, running to the elevator without being noticed by any of their managers.

Getting past the lobby was easy, even though she noticed Sakura's curious gaze burning into her back.

"Zuha-yah!" Sakura shouted, running to catch up with the tall, quick-stepping ballerina.

Kazuha sighed, turning with a serious expression, unable to hide her tension.

"Where are you going alone?" Sakura asked, bending over and resting on her knees, panting.

"To buy a new phone." Kazuha ran a hand through her hair, crossing her arms.

"What happened to your old one? It was fine 20 minutes ago," Sakura asked, confused.

She pondered, searching for an answer that wouldn't make her seem like a crazed, emotion-driven lunatic (which she admittedly was).

"Yunjin unnie dropped it, and it broke," she lied, trying to sound as convincing as possible, and it seemed to work.

"Oh, then I'll come with you." Sakura pulled out her phone, quickly typing. "I'll take the opportunity to buy some snacks to cheer up Eunchae."

"Is she still crying?" Kazuha asked worriedly, remembering what had led to this torment and ultimately breaking her phone.

"Chaewon managed to make her sleep, but we don't know how she'll be when she wakes up," Sakura sighed, feeling sad.

"That's unfortunate," Kazuha said sadly, looking at the ground.

Seeing their maknae crying her heart out broke her. Eunchae had been so excited about this show, being so young and performing at such a big festival. Unfortunately, nothing went as planned, and the dream turned into a nightmare.

They walked side by side, Sakura talking about something Kazuha didn't really pay much attention to. Her mind was elsewhere, tormented by those comments and articles, unable to forget how much it had damaged her reputation.

"Are you listening to me?" Sakura suddenly stopped, looking seriously at Kazuha.

"Huh? Of course, unnie." She nodded firmly.

"Then where did I say we need to go first?" Sakura raised an eyebrow, challenging her.

Kazuha quickly glanced around, noticing a grocery store, and made up a lie.

"We'll go to the store and then buy a new phone." Despite sounding firm, she was filled with anxiety.

Sakura looked at her suspiciously before linking their arms and heading to the grocery store across the street.

"I'm going to get some drinks," Kazuha announced, heading to the freezer, and Sakura nodded, moving toward the snacks.

Kazuha carefully examined the fridge, looking for a drink that would ease her tension until she could shake off Sakura and get blind drunk.

"Zuha?" A very familiar voice made her turn her head quickly.

"Mina!" She smiled brightly upon seeing her friend, with whom she had spent years doing ballet. "Oh my god, what are you doing here?" She hugged her tightly, feeling her eyes water with the emotion of reuniting with her dear friend.

"I came to watch your show, but unfortunately, I didn't make it in time, so I practically wasted the trip," Mina lamented with a laugh.

"I'm just happy to have you here. Thank you!" She gave one last squeeze before pulling away. She wiped away a tear that had escaped down her cheek and smiled.

"My dear Ha-chan!" Mina smiled, looking at her fondly. "I'm so proud of you."

Kazuha thanked her, momentarily forgetting the chaos on the Internet. "I was thinking of distracting myself a bit. How about we check out Coachella?"

"I don't have a ticket for today, Zuha." Mina laughed awkwardly, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"I'm Kazuha from Le Sserafim. I don't need a ticket, Mina. Just come with me!" She grabbed her hand, glanced around to see Sakura distracted on her phone, and pulled Mina out of the store.

They ran as far as they could, only stopping when they reached a taxi stand.

"Are you crazy?" Mina laughed, coughing from the exertion. "Why didn't you tell Sakura?"

"She wouldn't let me do what I want to do," Kazuha replied, signaling for a taxi. She opened the door and looked at Mina, signaling for her to get in. "Trust me; there won't be any problems."

Mina hesitated but got into the taxi anyway. "I hope I don't regret this."

"Relax, just have fun." Kazuha smiled confidently.

After a few minutes on the road, they finally arrived at the big festival. Kazuha held Mina's hand as they went to the VIP area, got their credentials, and entered excitedly.

"Do you know who's performing today?" Mina asked, thrilled to be there.

"Doja Cat. It's still early for the show; what do you think about hitting the open bar first?" Kazuha suggested, already guiding her to the drinks area.

"We're not old enough to drink here, Kazuha," Mina said, making her friend roll her eyes.

"Sweetie, don't you get it yet? I'm Kazuha from Le Sserafim. I can do whatever I want." She held Mina by the shoulders, smiling smugly.

Mina noticed a different gleam in her friend's eyes. This wasn't the Kazuha who danced ballet with her; this was a completely different and slightly intimidating Kazuha. The shiver down her spine from that dark, penetrating look was very unsettling.

"I just need to go to the bathroom first, okay?" Mina forced a smile, and Kazuha nodded, guiding her to the nearest restroom.

Kazuha danced lightly to the music's rhythm, watching people pass by. Many performers passed by and waved, and she waved back, smiling and feeling relieved to have her friend to enjoy the night with.

Mina came out of the bathroom and smiled at her.

"This night is ours!" Kazuha draped her arm around Mina's shoulder, and they headed to the open bar together.

As she had said, they didn't need to prove their age and were able to drink freely. Kazuha downed shot after shot, not caring about the hangover she'd have the next day.

"Don't you think you should slow down a bit? You're drinking too much." Mina held her hand, stopping her from taking another shot.

"Mina, my group was humiliated by the Korean media. They're calling us the nation's disgrace and publicly insulting us for no reason. Eunchae has been crying since early this morning when she saw all the posts. She's too young to handle this. I feel like shit. I don't know how I'm going back to Korea next week or how they'll receive us." She vented, frustrated, her eyes welling up again. "I hate myself right now, and I don't care how much I drink. Don't stop me, please."

"Zuha, I have to tell you something." Mina sighed, gently stroking her hand. "When I was in the bathroom, I texted Sakura, and she's coming to get you soon."

"Dammit, Mina!" Kazuha punched the counter, standing up in anger. "I trusted you!"

"Sorry, Kazuha! I was just worried." Mina panicked, standing up.

"Screw you! Leave me alone!" She stormed off into the crowd.

She wove through the crowd, heading to the first show she found. She didn't even know who was on stage, but she could use the people to hide.

Pulling up her hood to avoid being recognized, she began to sway to the music, letting the vibe move her body. She loved the euphoric feeling, the alcohol having a significant effect on her brain.

A bit intoxicated, she started looking around and noticed a very bright smile. The dark-haired girl was dancing happily with another girl who seemed to be her friend. They were having so much fun that it brought a smile to Kazuha's face.

Suddenly, their eyes met, and Kazuha's world froze. Her heart began to beat strongly, feeling something totally new and very intense for a girl for the first time. It was more than a sexual attraction; it was a different but very pleasant feeling.

Kazuha exchanged looks with the beautiful girl dancing gracefully, staring back at her. She had never told anyone, but she was bisexual, and at the moment, she was having a bi panic over the girl who was looking at her in the sexiest way she had ever seen.

Elsewhere, Sakura and Yunjin were searching for Kazuha, extremely worried about their friend who might expose herself and cause significant problems.

“She must be going to Doja Cat's show, right? Mina said they were going to do that.” Sakura remembered, and the two of them ran towards the main stage.

"Where the hell did that crazy girl go?" Yunjin grumbled, irritated.

“Are you seriously flirting with that girl in the middle of Coachella?” Emma laughed, looking at her friend.

The girl bit the tip of her drink’s straw, staring intently at her crush. “Is there a better place to kiss girls without being judged?” She smiled, glancing at Emma.

“You’re impossible!” Emma laughed, shaking her head.

The exchange of glances continued until another girl approached the one Kazuha was interested in, hugging her from behind and whispering something in her ear.

Kazuha watched the scene with some curiosity, her eyebrows furrowed as she analyzed each intimate touch the other girl made. She thought she had lost the chance to kiss that beautiful girl but was surprised when they made eye contact again, and the girl signaled for her to follow.

Smiling widely, Kazuha maneuvered through the crowd and managed to find the girl who was heading in an unknown direction along with her friend, but that didn’t intimidate Kazuha, and she followed as if her life depended on it.

They stopped near the main open bar, the friend went to the counter, and Kazuha’s crush just waited for her to approach.

“I didn’t think you’d follow a stranger.” The girl smiled, and Kazuha melted at that beautiful smile.

“My mom told me to follow my dreams, and you’re one of them.” She licked her lips, staring intently at that pretty pink mouth.

“Your mom is very smart.” She crossed her arms, laughing slightly.

“How about we have a drink somewhere more private?” She smiled, offering in a more intimate tone.

“Privacy at Coachella? Seriously?” She raised an eyebrow, finding it very unlikely.

“There’s a big show now; I’m sure we’ll find a place.” She smiled confidently.

“Alright, I just need to take my friend back to our group, and I’ll be all yours.” She nodded and looked back, observing her friend still leaning over the counter.

Kazuha felt uncomfortable with the delay; she was anxious for what was to come and didn’t want to waste time. It took a while, but the girl finally left the bar with two drinks in hand and came over to them.

“The night promises, Chloe!” She hugged her friend by the shoulder.

“Can we go now?” Kazuha bit her lip anxiously.

“Sure!” She agreed, and the three of them headed back to the show.

The girl left Chloe with their other three friends, informing them she’d be taking a walk with Kazuha and would be back soon.

Kazuha looked around, searching for a less illuminated place with fewer people. She found a spot near the stage but well hidden, perfect for not being caught by anyone.

“Wow, we really will have privacy.” The girl smiled, sitting on top of a sound box that was there.

“You shouldn’t have underestimated me.” She said confidently, fitting herself between the girl’s legs, her eyes focused on those pretty lips.

The girl leaned in first, removing Kazuha’s hood and bringing her hands to her soft hair, gently caressing it. Kazuha closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, her hands resting on the girl’s slim waist, feeling a shiver with that intimate touch.

“Can I kiss you?” Kazuha asked, looking deeply into her beautiful eyes.

“You don’t need to ask. Just do it.”

Kazuha didn’t hesitate, giving a long peck on the lips before deepening the kiss by capturing her lower lip. The girl just smiled, being bold by asking for entrance with her tongue; Kazuha immediately made space and sighed deeply when their tongues touched, causing a great shiver.

The euphoric sensation made Kazuha feel sober, the kiss bringing feelings she had never experienced before. Their lips fit perfectly, as if made for each other, and moved in perfect sync. She couldn’t even remember why she was so irritated earlier; everything changed with this kiss.

The lack of air became apparent, and they pulled away to catch their breath. Kazuha kept her eyes closed while breathing heavily. The girl took the initiative to return to the kiss, making Kazuha smile before getting involved in that good sensation again.

They spent long minutes kissing, exchanging caresses and laughter. The moment was perfect until a cellphone started ringing. For a second, Kazuha froze, thinking it was hers, but felt relieved when she remembered it wasn’t even working.

“Sorry. I need to answer this.” She exchanged a few more small kisses with Kazuha before getting up and stepping away to talk on the phone.

Kazuha ran her hand through her hair, adjusting it and sitting on the sound box to rest her legs. She just watched, waiting patiently for the girl to return, which didn’t take long.

“I have to go back.” She sighed, looking unsatisfied. “I need to help my friend with some things.”

“Can’t you stay a few more minutes?” Kazuha made her best puppy face, making the girl laugh.

“I can’t, I even tried to negotiate for five more minutes, but that’s the time it’ll take for me to get to her, so…” She smiled slightly.

“Alright. We’ll have other opportunities, I won’t lose sight of you.” She got up, holding her hand. “I’ll be here next weekend too, we can meet again.” She gently caressed her hand with her thumb.

“Of course! I’ll be waiting eagerly for your arrival.” She nodded, smiling. “I really have to go.”

“I’ll walk you.” She intertwined their fingers, smiling.

The two of them walked, entering the crowd while looking in different directions for the girls. They were getting close to the exit, but there was no sign of them.

“Where did that bitch go?” The girl sighed, irritated, quickly typing on her phone.

“Hey, calm down!” Kazuha laughed, gently holding her face. Making her look into her eyes. “She’ll show up, relax.”

The girl smiled, quickly glancing at her phone to finish her message, and as soon as she sent it, she turned her attention back to Kazuha.

“Sometimes she annoys me a bit.” She laughed, putting her phone back in her pocket.

“I think you need something to calm you down.” She smiled mischievously, joining her lips to hers in a short, sweet kiss. “Feel better?” She asked, giving a little peck on her cheek.

“No, I think I’m still annoyed.” She pouted adorably, and Kazuha smiled widely, giving a few more sweet kisses on those pretty lips.

“Emma is going to kill me.” She laughed, holding Kazuha’s waist.

“She’ll understand, don’t worry!” She caressed her cheeks.

Kazuha was in paradise; for her, it felt like only the two of them existed at that moment. She even forgot she was famous and that it was very likely there would be hundreds of pictures of her kissing a girl the next day, but she couldn’t care less about that.

She was very happy exchanging kisses with the girl whose name she didn’t even know, feeling comfortable and free for the first time in many years.

But the joy of an LGBT person doesn’t last long. When she glanced away for just a few milliseconds, she noticed a certain red hair and a short Japanese girl she could recognize even by her shadow.

“Damn!” She muttered, desperately putting her hood back on.

“What’s wrong?” The girl asked, confused, gently squeezing Kazuha’s waist.

“I need to go! I’m sorry, I promise I’ll be back next weekend, okay?” She held her shoulders, maintaining intense eye contact. “You’re amazing, I’m sorry!” She gave a quick goodbye kiss and walked quickly towards Sakura and Yunjin, just wanting to take them away and end the night.

The girl was confused, watching her argue with two girls and laughing at how Kazuha looked like a stubborn child not wanting to listen to her parents. She really had no idea if the promise was true, not wanting to believe she’d have the luck to be with this woman twice.

“You bitch! I searched the entire Coachella trying to find you!” Emma’s angry voice pulled her out of her thoughts, and now she started arguing like a stubborn child.

Kazuha took one last look at where she had been but was disappointed when she saw no sign of the beautiful girl. This night would be unforgettable for both.

N/a: Thank u to read! I hope you really enjoyed it.

[sparda-ly]

hi sweetie, it's the same anon again! i hope im not bothering you coming again in your inbox.

anyway! what you did write was so so so good, for real, you did a amazing, even heavenly work with it. and i even cried a bit while reading it (a thing i normally wouldn't do) because, u know, dad issues sometimes slap hard.

oh! and also (if it's not a problem for u, of course) i would like to ask for whatever is easier to u for kratos with a reader that is motherly to atreus but their relationship is platonic (just like the other ask i did because i just live for platonic relationships with kratos. it's just so cute!!)

(maybe i'll start to be a recurrent anon in here so, if you accept emoji anons, could i be the 🌙 anon, pretty please?? :) )

kratos, atreus x motherly reader (platonic)

note: hey there 🌙 anon ;) ofc! your wish is my command. after this request, i'm convinced we are soulmates, i think we both lack some parent attention :(( if you ever want to talk, don't forget i'm always here!

warnings: none

there was one pretty known rule, if atreus respected someone, so did kratos

he trusted his son's judgment, although it did often lead to trouble

you kind of just appeared randomly and instantly joined their little group, fitting in the dynamic perfectly

kratos was first sceptical of you, a total stranger hanging around him and his boy?

but after seeing how his son warmed up to you, he gave you a chance

atreus was practically in love with you the moment he met you, the way you made the boy feel special still suprised him

constantly checking up on him if he's feeling alright

you always worry during fights if he's ok and still breathing, while getting you ass kicked by some draugr

you prepare him and kratos special meals that involve their favourite food, but don't lack vitamins or protein

you convince atreus it's the "god's meals" that makes him bigger and stronger, and the poor boy believes it

you run after him when he leaves the house without at least two layers, worrying he'll get sick (especially during fimbullwinter)

despite atreus hearing your compliments every day, he still blushes crazy and mutters a cute "thanks"

he always comes to you when kratos can't seem to listen to him, seeking advice from you

"but he doesn't understand me at all, it's like he only cares about himself!"

"atreus, honey, he's just stressed. you broke your arm by trying to tame a bear the other day"

there were some situations where he even slipped out a quick "mom" while thanking you or apologizing

you were suprised however you didn't tease him about it

atreus saw you as a mother, and incredibly appreciated you, especially since the loss of his own mother ;((

the boy grew very fond of you and couldn't imagine a life without your affection and words <3

and so did his father...

although it was a little bit different...

kratos saw the way you treat him and his son, and he definitely appreciated it

he saw the way you fussed over him when he got a nasty hit, using your first aid knowledge, to help him ease the pain

the way you helped him make atreus' arrows, and told him to rest while you keep watch during journeys

the way you took care of their clothes, washing them at least once in a while to keep them clean

the way you cleaned the house while they were gone, so they could both return to a clean and warm home

the way you calmed him down and tried to explain that shouting at atreus won't help anyone

the way you gave him small tips on how to deal with his boy

the way you brought him a glass of water and talked whenever he had a nightmare

you do everything you can to give them a good and easy life, and honestly he appreciated every little small thing

"y/n, thank you" he once whispered, sitting next to you at the campfire

atreus was already sleeping lightly, laying his head on your lap while you were gently caressing

you turned around slightly and sent him a big smile "no problem kratos, i'll do anything to protect you guys both"

and in that moment, he swore he saw faye.

[pttwice]

hi joon :) was wondering if I cld req middle!mina having a bad day and getting into big arguments with the cgs at the dorm but getting so upset that she ends up regressing further to babyspace for the first time ever, and how they would handle mina after they start to notice.

once again thank u for taking the time to write these! hope ur staying well <3

-🐯

hiya 🐯 anon!! :) oh absolutely! we all know middle!mina can be angsty & a lil bit rebellious

minari not a baby

|| middle!mina, cg!momo, cg!jihyo ||

"Mina, I need you to help me put the babies’ shoes on, please." Momo let out a long sigh as she got the diaper bag packed while Jihyo ran back to the littles' room to get their winter jackets.

Momo and Jihyo were running late to a work party and the last thing they needed right now was Mina's attitude. They had been arguing with the middle all morning. Mina claimed she needed more independence because she was in an older headspace.

Mina argued that having to sleep with the babies when she was a middle wasn't fair and that she should be able to sleep in her own room at the dorm instead.

The argument started out small over breakfast and Momo told her they'd talk about it later. Mina hesitantly agreed, but as she tried to bring it up throughout the day, she kept getting cut off or pushed to the side.

Each time Mina tried to ask her mamas about sleeping in her own room, they had to take care of the babies. It was always about the babies and never about Mina.

Mina tried bringing it up at lunch, but they just had to spill their food all over themselves. She tried bringing it up while the babies were napping, but they just had to cry and wake up in the middle of their nap. She even tried to bring it up before Momo put them in the bath, but Chaeyoung distracted Momo by trying to eat one of the rubber bath toys.

When later finally came, Mina had even more of an attitude and was even more upset about it. She was tired of not being heard and she was tired of getting interrupted by the babies.

"I'll help you but only if you say I can sleep in my own room." Mina crossed her arms, not willing to budge at the end of the couch.

Momo let out another long sigh and shook her head. She picked Chaeyoung and Tzuyu up, setting them down on the ground to put their shoes on. "We talked about it this morning, angel. You can't-"

"No!" Mina whined, getting up off the couch. "Don't call me that! I'm not a baby!"

Momo's eyes widened at the defensive stance the middle had taken. She rushed to finish putting Tzuyu's second shoe on before she sat the babies back down on the couch.

"Mina, please don't raise your voice at me." Momo tried to stay calm, but her patience was very quickly growing thin. She didn't want to keep arguing with the middle on this, but she could tell that Mina wasn't going to stop asking about it.

"I can yell if I want to because you're not being fair!"

As soon as Jihyo heard Mina yell again, she jogged back out of the littles' room. She set the winter jackets down on the other end of the couch and stood beside Momo, arms crossed over her chest.

"Do you want to tell me why you're yelling right now, Mina?" Jihyo's tone was stern, but she was more worried than anything right now. It was rare that Mina acted out, but it seemed like today tipped the middle overboard.

"Mommy's not being fair! She won't let me sleep in my own room, but I'm big enough to do it. I don't want to be with the babies!"

Jihyo raised an eyebrow and shook her head. "Mina, we've talked about this before. You can't sleep in your own room. The last time you slept in your own room you had nightmares for a week."

"Yeah, but that's not when I'm feeling bigger. That's only when I'm feeling like a baby!" Mina shouted again, her face starting to get red from how upset she was. All she wanted was one simple thing and her mamas wouldn't even let her do that, but they'd do whatever the babies wanted. It wasn't fair at all.

"I understand that angel, but mommy and I want to be safe. It's also easier to take care of you three if you're sleeping in the same room." Jihyo tried to keep her voice calm, but it was proving to be a challenge. She wanted to put an end to the argument and get to the party they were already extremely late for.

"NO! Don't call me that!"

Jihyo's jaw dropped as did Momo's. They had never heard Mina yell that loudly in their life and it had certainly never been directed at them before.

Mina had never been so loud before, and she wasn't sure she liked it. Instead of making her feel good by letting her frustration out, all it did was make her brain get all fuzzy. Which was not a good sign right now. She absolutely did not want to regress, because that would defeat the whole point of her being independent.

It took Jihyo a second to get her bearings, but once she did, she was a little pissed. She stormed back into the littles' room with their winter jackets and hung them back up in the closet. When she came back out, she stood right in front of the middle. "None of us are going to the work party now. While mommy, the babies, and I watch a movie, you are going to sit in your room and think about the way you just acted."

Mina's lip quivered a little out of fear and a little out of the growing frustration that had been building up all day. She huffed and stomped her foot, shaking her head. "No! I don't wanna go to my room!"

Jihyo gritted her teeth, clenching and unclenching her jaw as she rubbed her fingers into her temples. "Mina I'm going to give you one more chance to either say sorry to your mommy and I, or I'm going to put you in your room myself."

Mina huffed again and sat down on the couch, aggressively kicking the edge of it with the heel of her foot.

"Myoui Mina. Stop that right now." Momo took a few steps forward, only willing to give the middle one warning. She had never seen Mina act out like this and she didn't want to be dealing with it.

Mina stopped kicking the couch, but she angrily swung her legs back and forth. The fuzzy feeling was growing stronger by the second. She closed her eyes and took a deep shaky breath. As she exhaled, she could feel her chest start to tighten and that familiar lump form in her throat.

"Mina, are you going to apologize to me and mama, or is mama going to have to put you in timeout?" Momo's voice was a little gentler but still firm.

Usually, Momo's voice was soothing to Mina's ears, but right now all she could focus on was the fuzzy feeling. It had never been like this, and she could barely understand what Momo had just said to her. Tears were starting to well up in her eyes and she was starting to panic a little.

Mentally, Mina had never felt so small. She didn't know what to do. She was still so frustrated, but her brain wouldn't let her stay big. It kept making her smaller and smaller.

"Not gonna 'pologize." Mina pouted, barely able to get any words out as she forced her tears back.

Both caregivers missed the slight change in Mina's speech as they both sighed and shook their heads. At least she wasn't yelling anymore.

Jihyo knelt down beside Mina and ran a hand through her hair before she looked at the middle. "Mina, mommy and I aren't trying to be mean or take the babies’ side. We just want you to be safe and we don't want you to have any scary dreams."

The more her mamas talked and tried to get her to understand anything, the worse Mina felt and the less she could understand. She just wanted her head to stop feeling so fuzzy and she wanted her mamas to understand what she wanted.

After a few more seconds, Mina started to cry. She furiously wiped at the steady stream of tears running down her cheeks, unable to do anything else but mumble out broken sentences.

"M-mama. No wanna be with babies. J-jus' wanna be myself."

As Mina hiccupped and cried, managing to choke out a few more broken sentences, both caregivers started to see that Mina was slipping and fast.

Jihyo's heart ached and guilt went straight to her gut. She felt awful that her baby had gotten so frustrated and upset that she was regressing even further.

Jihyo reached a gentle hand out and placed it on Mina's thigh, hoping it would calm her down. Unfortunately, this did the exact opposite. Mina couldn't take it anymore and her mama's soft hand tipped her over the edge.

Mina started sobbing and wrapped her arms around her mama's neck. Quickly, Jihyo slid onto the couch and pulled Mina into her lap, rocking them back and forth.

Mina's sobs were barely muffled as she tucked her face into Jihyo's shoulder, soaking her shirt. She didn't know what was happening and her mama made her feel safe, but she felt so icky at the same time.

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Momo put the babies in front of the TV so she and Jihyo could focus on Mina. Once the middle had finally calmed down enough to where she wasn't gasping for air, Jihyo gently pulled her away from her shoulder.

"I'm sorry mommy and I got you so upset, Mina. We didn't mean to make you feel so bad."

Mina could barely understand what her mama was saying to her. Her mama's voice was soothing though and helped her small whimpers slow down. She had never felt so small before and she wasn't sure what to do so she just reached her hands out, opening and closing them to try and signal that she wanted her mommy to sit with her as well.

Momo understood and sat beside Jihyo, placing a gentle kiss to Mina's forehead. "Do you want to tell mommy what you're feeling right now?"

Mina waited for a few seconds and nodded. Once she started talking, everything made sense in her head, but out loud she was just babbling the same way Chaeyoung and Tzuyu were at the TV.

Jihyo and Momo quickly spared each other a surprised glance, finally realizing that Mina had slipped into a baby headspace. They had never seen her so small and as cute as it was, it only made them feel more guilty. They had worked their poor baby up enough that she was feeling extra tiny.

To test out the waters and make sure she was hearing what she thought she was hearing, Momo ran a gentle thumb over Mina's cheek. "Sweet pea, can you show mommy and mama how old you're feeling right now?"

Mina stopped her babbling and tilted her head in confusion. How old did she feel? She looked down at her hands, unsure how many fingers she was supposed to put up. After a few seconds, Mina knitted her eyebrows together in concentration and held up both of her hands. She was that many years old, she guessed.

Jihyo let out a small chuckle and shook her head. She kissed the crown of Mina's head and put her baby's hands down. "It looks like someone's feeling extra tiny right now, huh?"

Maybe her mama was right. Her head was feeling extra fuzzy, and she wasn't really sure what they were saying to her, but their voices sounded even more inviting than usual.

Mina let out a small huff and whined, scrunching up her face. She wished they understood what she was feeling, but it was getting so exhausting trying to make sense of everything anymore. All she wanted was to curl up in her mama's lap and sleep.

"Is it okay if mama changes you into your jammies, angel?" Jihyo gently brushed her fingers through Mina's hair.

Mina wanted to say no, but something in her was telling her to let go. Something told her that jammies would be warm, and she wouldn't have to be upset anymore.

Jihyo took Mina's silence and her small yawn as a yes. She lifted her baby up and carried her to her room. She picked out her favorite penguin and polar bear jammies, laying her down on the bed so she could put a diaper on her. It was a first for Mina to need a diaper, but if she was half as tiny as Chaeyoung and Tzuyu were right now, she would need it.

Jihyo finished securing the tapes and quickly swapped her baby's clothes, handing her Iggy, her most favorite penguin stuffy. Mina held Iggy close to her chest as Jihyo walked them back into the living room.

Jihyo sat down beside Momo on the couch and sat Mina in between them. Once Mina looked over and saw that her mommy was right beside her as well, she turned and buried her face into her mommy's side.

Momo let out a small laugh and wrapped her arm around her baby, patting her bottom gently. She looked up to Jihyo and pointed to her bottom, whispering, "Diaper?"

Jihyo nodded and pointed to Chaeyoung and Tzuyu who had been glued to the TV the entire time. "If she's even remotely as small as they are, I'd rather have her in a diaper than risk an accident."

Momo nodded in agreement and turned her attention to her baby tucked into her side. Mina's breathing was starting to go back to normal as she rubbed one of Iggy's flippers against her face. She hadn't even noticed that her mama grabbed a pacifier from her drawer, but the second she felt it against her lips, she opened her mouth, sucking gently.

Mina had never felt so little before, but it didn't feel terrible. She was still a little upset with her mamas, but she was quickly letting her body relax and her thoughts slow down. She had her mommy's arm wrapped around her, Iggy in her arms, and her mama gently patting her bottom. She could worry about being a big girl a different time.

[hyunchanstan]

I'LL BE YOUR FIRST LOVE : chapter 1

[GENERAL]: single!dad!chan x fem!reader, strangers to lovers, smut (warning in each chapter) . fluff, Chan is readers first love

[ WARNINGS IN THIS CHAPTER]: mentions of death, mentions of car accident, hospital, reader has depression, nightmare (let me know if I forgot something)

[ AUTHOR'S NOTE]: Hiiiii, it took me a bit longer to write this new chapter cuz i was super busy. Im rlly excited to post this. Thank u guys for the activity on my last post, luv u all!!

!english is not my first language so I apologize if there are any mistakes!

You were currently sitting at some cheap airport café, staring on a plain white wall. You took a sip of your americano as you were examining the cracks on the wall in front of you – it reminded you of your heart now. Back then, when the airport was built, the walls were all new and without any cracks -just like your heart when you were young-. But after so many years the walls started to crack because of how much they went trough -just like your heart now-.

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You took another sip of your ice americano and the cold liquid going down your throat woke you up from your 10 minutes-long zoning out session. You were overthinking again. You didn't know if this was a good idea because you wanted to forget about past three weeks and start a new life, but at the same time you were scared that all the good memories with your parents will stay in France, left behind.

You took your purse and went to the plane. You didn't even have a backpack because you didn't take any makeup or skin care with you on the plane - you were sick of everything, you didn't even have the energy to take care of yourself. But it wasn't like you cared anyways, you were glad that you were still alive.

You sat down into your seat and slept through the whole flight.

Flashback

"Mom?...Dad?...", you shouted from the front door as it seemed like nobody was home. You took off your shoes and went further in the apartment but nobody was there. You still lived with your parents because they were like best friends to you. You didn't have any other friends besides your mom and dad, you felt safe and comfortable with them.

"Mom? I'm home...", you shouted once again but still no response. It was weird because it was already 9PM - you just came back from your dance practice - and they still weren't home when they usually come back home from work around 6PM.

You went to the living room, with an uneasy feeling, you grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. You liked to do that when you were home alone because you didn't like silence so that there was always same noise in the background. You went to the kitchen to make yourself something to eat while listening to the TV.

"Welcome back after a short break. You can therefore see the collision of a car with a bus from the live broadcast. A few minutes ago, an ambulance came to the place where the accident happened too, but the older couple didnt survive the brutal crash by the bus. Based on the shopping bags in the trunk of the car, we think that the couple was going back from the store only few blocks away from here when the bus hit them from the side and the cap flipped on its roof. The driver brake his ligaments and his wife didn't survive serious head injuries...".

It caught your attention and you went back to the living room. You looked at the TV and that was the moment your heart broke into million ting pieces no one will ever be able to stick together again - or at least you thought.

' No... It can't be... It's not...‘, you thought in your head. The car that was flipped on its roof was your dads car. You quickly ran out without any shoes or hoodie on to go check your dads garage. There was no car, that means your parents went somewhere. You couldn’t believe it was them so you ran to the place where the accident happened only a couple of minutes ago.

You saw your dads car flipped on its roof in the middle of the road. There were plenty of people around watching and recording the whole situation, but you were still searching for the two specific people until... You saw them lying on the side of the road as two policemen were just covering then with white sheets.

You still couldn’t believe. They were gone... for good. You didn't have anyone now. The people you loved the most are really not here anymore?.....

You ran to the two motionless bodies on the side of the road and ineeded down beside them as you broke down into tears. You took your moms hand while praying that this is all just a stupid nightmare and you will wake up soon. But that never happened. As one of the policemen was trying to tale you away from there you took your moms ring off of her finger and put it into your pocket - it was her engagement ring your dad gave her.

You sat down in the grass and watched the whole situation from afar still tasting the salty tears on your lips. You didn't actually feel that you were crying, you didn't feel anything at all - you felt numb, you felt like everything died inside of you. THAT is the only thing you felt.

"Ma'am... Wake up...", you suddenly heard from afar. You looked around trying to find the lady who called you.

End of flashback

You woke up breathing heavily, tears streaming down your face like waterfalls. You had another nightmare. You wiped your tears trying to calm down. You see them everytime you try to sleep - that's the reason why you didn't sleep at all for the past three weeks, you're tired. Really tired - of your life.

You got off of the plane and waited for your suitcase to arrive. Few minutes later you were already sitting in a taxi on your way to your new apartment. You paid the driver for the ride and got out of the car. You took your suitcase and looked at the huge modern-looking building in front of you - your new life.

[matchbet-allofthetime]

Hellooooo, i really enjoy your works and your requests were open so can i please request a reverse comfort where the reader comforts vergil after he had a nightmare

Sweet Dreams (Vergil Sparda x GN! Reader)

Word count: 1189

A/N: anon. your brain. it's massive. you didn't specify which game (which is perfectly okay!) so he can really be read as any version of Vergil throughout the series :D also thank you SO much for being my first request and i'm so glad you enjoy my works!! i really hope you enjoy!

warnings for vivid talks of nightmares (with comfort ofc), a little bit of blood, and some cussing here and there.

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Vergil has nightmares and you're there to keep him safe. You'd always keep him safe.

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A dull sound resounds through my dreams. I twitch. I shuffle my head out from where it lays under my pillows, like I always do to block the morning sun. I wait. Wake up some.

A scream.

Vergil.

Oh no. I jolt out of bed, nearly tripping over my sheets in the process and drag my sweatpants up my hips. I grab one of my knives and latch its holder belt across my waist.

I hear nothing but screams and inhuman cries and I pad along, rushing across the long U-shaped hall all the way to Vergil's room- on the exact other side from my own room.

I get to the door and try to open it, only to find it locked. I growl out in frustration and wedge my knife between the stained oak door frame and the door itself and shove. Hard. The door cracks open and I know I'll have to replace the frame later. Doesn't matter.

I bound into the room and stop just shy of Vergil's bed, ducking as his tail whips over my head.

As it whips again, his body half DTing in the height of his misery, I catch it in my hands and as it flicks and he claws through nightmares that are only in his head, I sit on his bed and drag his thrashing body into my lap.

"Vergil, wake up. C'mon, fuck, Vergil-" My words aren't working. His tail nearly slices its way out of my hand. I take a deep breath. Hold it.

"VERGIL!" I shout.

He bounces up in shock, almost knocking his head against mine. In his newly-awakened state, he claws his way to the edge of his bed, as far away from me as he can get and he scans the room for any dangers- and any of that which ailed him during the time of Nelo Angelo and Mundus.

His blue eyes are icy and cold but they're glowing a bright blue with his anger and fear. His brows are furrowed and he's bitten his lip so hard blood seeps into his nightshirt.

We're at a standstill and his breathing comes far heavier than mine. He's alert and afraid. I make the first move. Bad choice, but I do it anyways.

The point of his tail stops just short of piercing my jugular but his gaze softens the second I reach out both hands, palms up in a display of passivity. He allows one of my hands to move closer to his face and the second my hand is a hair's breadth away from his cheek, he grabs my wrist forcefully and smushes his face into my palm. His lip quivers and his eyes sharpen before they close and he lets out a sob. His tail drops.

I move closer and despite his size versus mine, I do my best to pull him back up to the headboard and as much into my lap as I can manage.

He's wracking with sobs and I know there's this narrow margin for which I can calm him while Nero and Dante are away on a mission. I know there's this minute, minuscule, fraction of a margin in which I can convince him he's safe.

I push his face into my shoulder and he cries out so loudly, so much more verbal than I'm used to, and my heart clenches horribly.

"Vergil, hey, I've got you. You're safe. You're at the DMC, you're safe with me, in Redgrave." I say as I stroke my fingers through his hair. His breathing is erratic but already, he's begun to calm. I'm lucky he didn't go for the Yamato in his cusp of fear when he first awoke.

He says nothing but I continue anyways.

"I've got you, it's okay. You're safe. Dante and Nero are kickin' demon butt for the week with Trish and Lady and Nico. And soon, Dante'll be back with enough pizza to feed a small army and he'll piss you off as the ladies laugh. And he'll throw a beer bottle at you- again- like he always does, and you'll try to stab him with the Yamato like always and Nero'll call you two dumbasses." I finish.

I'm breathless by the time I'm done but my words have more than done the job. My presence helps tremendously too. Vergil's breathing has evolved into hiccups and sniffles in my now tear-soaked tanktop. I don't mind so much. I make a mental note to tell Dante to let Vergil kick his ass when he gets back.

My hands keep curling through the thick pale strands of Vergil's hair. I move my other hand to his bedside table and grab the glass of water he keeps there and carefully open his drawer to get one of the cloths kept within. I pour the water carefully onto the cloth and begin dabbing gently at Vergil's blotchy cheeks to clean up the drying tears.

He hates that I'm looking and tries to hide his face from me. He doesn't want to seem weak. He doesn't want me to hate him. I couldn't even if I tried to.

I continue cleaning his face and I look him over, checking for any wounds. He has a few small swollen marks from his dulled nails and the new cut in his lip from his teeth, but aside from that and the damage to his throat and mind, he seems no worse for wear. I sigh in relief.

I lean down and press a soothing kiss against his forehead as I move his hair back from his face. I wipe at the blood on his lips. Good as new. The cut should heal come sunrise. I look to the window briefly. Probably past 3.

"I've got you, darling, I've got you. I need you to sit up a bit for me, okay?" I ask, setting the washcloth on his bedside table.

Vergil nods slowly and I let him take his time in shuffling himself upright into a comfier position. When he has, I bring the glass of water to his lips and hold it as he drinks graciously. He hums a bit more clearly now, though his throat is still torn from his screams.

I don't ask and he doesn't say anything, other than-

"Thank you." Vergil says softly. He leans toward me as I move the glass to set it back down safely. It's his turn to kiss at my forehead and I smile up at him.

I let him lay back down under the covers and his fingers play with his amulet thoughtlessly. A comfort him and his twin shared in rare moments.

As I snuggle next to him, he pushes himself into me as much as he can comfortably and I simply hold him as he needs me to as he drifts to sleep.

Right before he goes, into a far safer and much more guarded dreamland, he murmurs into my skin, "I love you."

I smile again and kiss his hair fondly. My fingers rub soothing figure eights into his back softly.

"I love you too, Vergil. Sweet dreams."

[atlasscrumpit]

Would u do a yandere mysterio/quentin beck from mcu?

Tony/Mysterio x Reader

(my requests are closed but I actually have one from a year or two back!)

"I know it's a long time darling but we all have to go. I've got a good friend coming to look after the tower with you, I trust you and him." Tony said as you sighed.

You had worked for Tony for three years now, and worked for the Avengers. You were close to all of them, they had taken you in from one of the biggest villains in town. You had been a slave to the villain for a long time, Tony rescued you and gave you a home and purpose. They never managed to capture the villain, his name was Mysterio. They didn't know who he was or where he went.

"You have my number if anything happens, you have all of our numbers. I'll call to check in every few weeks." He said as he continued to pack his clothes.

"Of course Sir, I'll call you if anything happens." You said as he nodded and kissed your forehead.

"Come down and say goodbye to everyone." He muttered, you followed him out of the room and down the stairs seeing the team ready to go.

"Y/N, we're gonna miss you!" Clint shouted as he hugged you making you chuckle.

"I'll miss all of you too. When's your friend coming?" You asked Tony as the elevator dinged. You looked up as you paled.

"Everyone this is Quintin Beck." Tony said as you stepped back. It was Mysterio, your old master.

"T-Tony." You whimpered quietly.

"Ah ah ah pet, I wouldn't do that if I was you. If you say one thing I'll kill everyone here." Beck said in your head as you shut your mouth.

"What is it dear?" Tony asked as Beck smiled and you.

"N-Nothing, don't worry." You whispered as he nodded.

"Well, you both have your orders from me and my number. If anything happens just let me know." Tony said as they all got into the elevator.

"Bye Y/N!" Everyone said as you smiled and said your goodbyes. The elevator doors closed as Beck smiled.

"I've been looking for you for a long time darling." He said as a tear escaped your eye.

"Jarvis!" You screamed out making him laugh.

"Oh darling, I disabled him. No ones helping you." He said as he hand trailed over your hip. This was your worst nightmare.

"Tony!" You screamed as you ran for the elevator but he trapped you in his magic.

"Tony!" You screamed again before something wrapped around your mouth to stop you from screaming. Tears ran down your face as you tried to break free.

"Took me a very long time to realise it as Tony who took you from me. So naturally, I befriended him, made him trust me and now I can easily get you back pet." He said as he stalked up to you, you couldn't help the tears stream down your face.

"Shh darling, you're very lucky I rescued you. But I'm very angry with you, you never even called." He mocked you, you tried and tried to break free but it was no use. He released you from him magic as you fell to the ground.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" He said as you looked up at him in fear.

"F-Fuck you." You growled as he kicked you in the stomach making you gasp.

"You've spent far too long with Stark dear." He said before slapping you across the face. You jumped up and shoved him away as he chuckled.

"Little pet has gotten brave has she?" He said, you ran for the kitchen to grabbed a knife but he was far too fast for you.

"Don't worry dear, I'll get you back to your old self."

—

It had been a week since Beck came to the tower. You had tried so many times to escape or to call Tony. But he put his magic on you again, he knew where you were at all times and what you were doing. He was starting to break you again, you dreamt of the day the team returned. But what would Beck do to you then?

You were laying next to Beck in his bed as you slowly got up. You just wanted some time alone, just a shower without him watching your every move. You snuck into the shower and stripped off your clothes and got into the shower letting the warm wet run over your skin.

"Where the fuck did that bitch go?" You heard Beck hiss.

"J-Just having a shower." You called out hearing him sigh. The door opened and you quickly turned the water off.

"I-I'm sorry, I just didn't want to wake you." You muttered as he smiled and began stripping off his clothes.

"S-Sorry, I'll get out." You whispered before he got in with you trapping you from leaving.

"Don't you miss the showers we used to have together?" He asked as you looked away from him.

"Why don't you let me take care of you hmm?" He whispered as he ran his hand over your side making you shiver. He turned the water back on and let it run over you as he ran his hand over your body.

"Poor little thing, remember those times when you were so useless I had to wash you?" He said as you glared at him.

"Don't give me that look." He warned making you sigh and look away from him.

"I-I just want to be alone." You whispered not meeting his eyes. He lifted your chin up to meet his eyes.

"You have also seem to forgot that you don't have a choice with me darling. Maybe I need to teach you again." He growled lowly as you shoved him away from you and ran out of the bathroom.

"Leave me alone!" You screamed before he tackled you to the ground and pinned you down.

"You just don't learn do you."

—

It had been a month now. You'd soon fallen back into your previous self. Quiet, obedient, tortured. And he loved every minute of it.

"Look at that, a call from Stark. Don't say a word." Beck said as he snapped his fingers and suddenly your voice was gone. You nodded and busied yourself in the kitchen.

"Stark! It's good to hear from you." You heard Tony's voice as your heart leapt. You couldn't help but tear up at his voice.

"Beck! I hope you're taking care of my tower and especially my girl." Tony said as you covered your mouth and tried your best to not sob.

"I'm taking very good care of both of them." Beck replied.

"Can I talk to her?" Tony asked through the phone.

"No, she's just gone out to go for a walk you just missed her." He said as you ran upstairs, you couldn't stand hearing Tony's voice when he wasn't here to rescue you.

"Can you get her to call me when she get's back? I need to talk to her." Tony asked just in ear shot of you.

"Yeah, I'll get her to call you."

—

An hour past and Beck handed you the phone.

"Keep it on speaker and if you say one thing I will slit your throat right here." Quintin growled as you nodded and dialled Tony's number.

"Y/N, hey darling. How are you?" Tony asked as you shut your eyes and listened to his voice.

"I-I'm good Mr. Stark. H-How's the mission going?" You asked quietly.

"It's been a success so far. Are you ok you sound different?" He asked as you tried your best to not cry.

"Y-Yeah, I'm just tired. I-I might be coming down with something that's all." You whispered.

"Alright, well I just wanted to hear your voice again and make sure you were ok. Any nightmares of Mysterio?" He asked as you looked up at Beck to see him smiling.

"N-No, I've been fine. I-I should get going, goodbye Tony." You muttered before hanging up the phone.

Tony was sitting in the jet when you hung up on him. Something wasn't right.

"Friday, show me footage of Y/N in the tower." Tony said as he looked down at him tablet.

"Jarvis has been disabled sir, so have all the cameras." The A.I replied as his brows furrowed.

"Overwrite code 4739, reboot cameras password America's Ass." Tony said as the cameras rebooted. He saw you in the living room with Beck.

"Aww is the little dear missing Tony?" Beck said as Tony looked at the camera in confusion, what was he doing?

"I-I'm sorry sir." You whispered in a small voice, you looked so broken. Suddenly Beck slapped you across the face as Tony gasped.

"Get up, you know how this goes." He growled as he began undoing his belt.

"Shit! Loki!" Tony screamed as he quickly found Loki.

"Loki, teleport back to the tower and get Y/N right now." He demanded as Loki nodded.

Beck had you pinned up against the wall when you heard a noise.

"Get off her!" A voice shouted as you saw Loki.

"L-Loki." You stuttered as Loki shoved Beck off you and grabbed you. You held onto him tightly and suddenly you were in front of Tony.

"Y/N thank god." Tony said as he wrapped his arms around you. You couldn't help but break down in tears as you held onto him tightly.

"What just happened? Why was he attacking Y/N?" Loki asked as you sobbed in Tony's arms.

"B-Beck is Mysterio." You whispered as their eyes widened.

"What? Oh my god, Y/N I left you alone with him. What did he do to you?" Tony asked as you cried even more.

"Sorry darling, we can talk later for now just focus on me. Loki, get Stephen, Wanda, Bucky and Steve and go to the tower to take down Beck. I'll let shield know." Tony commanded, Loki nodded and quickly left swinging into action.

"P-Please don't go." You whispered as Tony ran a hand through your hair.

"I'm not going anywhere darling, I'm right here."

—

You had fallen asleep on the couch in the jet as Tony looked down at you sadly.

"Shield is dealing with Beck. How is she?" He heard a voice say as he looked behind him to see Loki.

"I can't believe I left her with him." Tony whispered with guilt.

"Tony, none of us had any idea, you can't blame yourself for this. Blame Mysterio." Loki said as Tony sighed and nodded.

"I know, I just care about her so much. And she was finally starting to not have nightmares of him and now this happens." He whispered as you began to wake up.

"T-Tony." You muttered out as he was instantly at your side.

"I'm right here darling." He whispered and kissed your forehead.

"Beck is with shield, they've arrested him. I'm so sorry I left you with him." Tony said as you slowly sat up and wrapped your arms around him.

"I'm just glad I'm back with you. Please don't ever leave." You whispered as Tony wrapped his arms around you in return.

"I won't darling, never again." 

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hey sorry I was not clear enough but basically what I meant was 

But basically mateo has a 16 year old daughter who lives with him and u didn’t know u was pregnant until you give birth and u was scared to tell your dad but in the end after he was mad he was supposed of you and your baby and help as much as he can and Mateo the dad who is mad, but who ends up supporting her as much as he can and it is mateo and the child pov if that ok x

I think I understand now anon, I will try my best and I hope you like it 💚

School was a nightmare, yet again. The boy you had a huge crush on was ignoring you after the beach party you both attended, and he never even called you after you both spent the night together on that boat. You just tried to focus on your school work and hanging out with your friends too. But something had been bothering you for a few days, a pain that had been growing and gnawing away at you from your belly. As a teenager, your period was always mixed up and never came at the same time as before.

And you had been known to completely skip a period or two in a row, but this was a very long time now, and you were worried. You were at the legal age to have s#x, but you didn't want your mum and dad to know about that, especially not with your 17th birthday just 2 months away. But maybe there was something that happened to you when you slept with your crush that's making you feel this way? You didn't have a baby bump or any other pregnancy symptoms, so it couldn't be that. Maybe he was lying about not being clear of STI's? And maybe this feeling is that? Whatever it was, you needed to find out, and discreetly, before anything really bad happens.

When you got back from school, you passed your mum who was making a drink in the kitchen. "Hi honey, how was school?" "It was ok, I guess" You were born in Spain, but your dad was Spanish and your mum was English. So you were pretty much fluent in both languages, and used both depending on who you were with, just to make it easier. Dad knew English, but he did get his words muddled up sometimes, it was funny. "Are you ok? You seem a little distant" "I'm fine mum, I'm just gunna head out to the beach for a while. I'll be back soon" "Take your phone with you and text me if you need anything ok?" "Ok mum" Getting changed into something comfy, you head back out and walk down to the benidorm beach front with all the shops and bars on the front. As you were walking in the sand, water lapping on your bare feet as you hold your shoes, you hear a voice in the distance. You see your dad, Mateo, walking towards you. "Hola, cómo estás Y/N?" "Hola papá. Are you heading to the hotel?" "Yes, miss Temple-Savage is making me clean the pool after an old orange man nearly died in it" "What?" "He's ok, still orange but not dead. Are you ok? Where are you off too?"

"I'm fine, just going for a walk" "Ok then Y/N, mantente segura mi querida" "Lo haré, nos vemos pronto papá" Giving you a wave, he heads to the Solana where he works as you carry on down the beach and on towards the old town. Washing your feet in the water before coming onto the path, you see your friend Lacey walking down the street. "Lacey!" You shout, trying to get her attention. "Hey Y/N, how are you?" "Well that's the thing, I don't feel well" "Oh? What's wrong?" "I don't know...but I need some advice" "Ok?" "I think this illness I'm feeling is something to do with Jake" "Jake? Why Ja-Huh! No! You didn't did you?!" "Just, try and keep your voice down ok?" "You slept with him didn't you?!" "Well, yeh. Kind of" "Kind of?! I can't believe you slept with him! That's great! Oh...you said your not feeling well" "I've got this kind of numb and slightly painful feeling in my stomach" "Are you pregnant?" "I cant be, I slept with him nearly 9 months ago, and if I WAS pregnant, I'd have a bump. There's nothing there" "You certainly dont LOOK pregnant, what do you think it might be then?" "I don't know...maybe an STI?" "Did Jake use protection?" "He told me he did, and I saw him pull the condom out of his pocket"

"But did you SEE him put it on?" "Uuhhh..." "Oh my god Y/N....you've got to be more careful" "I know, I know, I've learn't my lesson" "Ok, do you know what your going to do?" "I'm going to go to the local doctors in the old town, can you come with me?" "Of course, lead the way" As you and your friend walk into the old town, it's very quiet, hardly anyone was there. And it seems that the pains you were having, were about to get worse. "Ouch!" "What's wrong?" "I felt...it felt really sharp right hear. Why the hell did-OUCH!" You fall to your knees, holding your stomach as it gradually got more and more painful. "Oh my god! Y/N what do I do?!" "I-I don't know! Call-call my mum! Please call my mum!" Lacey takes her phone out while still rubbing your back, trying to help ease the pain as she calls your mum. "Hello?" "Mrs Castellanos?!" "Is this Lacey? Are you alright?" "No! Something is wrong with Y/N!" "What's happened?!" "She said she wasn't feeling well, and we were going to the doctor in the old town. But she's in so much pain! I don't know what to do!" "Where are you?" "By tapas alley!" "Stay there! I'm on my way!"

Lacey ends the call and is back with you again. "Should I call your dad?" "He won't answer, he's working right now-hhhsss! Ooowwww!" Just as you thought this pain was going to be too much, your mum parks her car right beside you both. "Y/N!" "MUM! It hurts so much! I'm scared" "It's ok baby! I'm going to take you to the hospital now! Lacey, sit in the back, I'll get Y/N in" Your mother drove like she was in a race, she was extremely worried about you. She practically demanded a doctor to see you when she brought you into the hospital. Thanks to her, they got you your own room and were seen too immediately. The pain wasn't stopping, and you had no idea what to do. Your mother was there by your side every step of the way, holding your hand when the doctor was trying to find out the cause of your pain. "Mrs Castellanos! We need to sit her up in a more comfortable position, now!" "Why?! What's happening to her?!" "Just please help me, the baby is about to come out!" Huh? Baby? What baby? You weren't pregnant? Were you? Your mother looked utterly shocked as she helped you sit up, what was she supposed to think? What were YOU supposed to think? "Y/N? Honey, your pregnant?" "I-I didn't know! I swear!"

Another pain comes, and you squeeze your mums hand for dear life. "Alright young lady! It's time to push! Hold your mothers hand and listen to me ok! Take a deep breath, and push!" Doing as she says, you push with all your might, it was excruciating. "That's it! The head is out! One more push and the baby will be hear! Take another breath now, and push!" Taking the biggest breath you can, you push one last time, harder than you had before. And within seconds, the instant relief washes over you, and the sound of a baby's cry fills the room. You were shocked by this whole moment. You had just given birth! You WERE pregnant! And now there was a baby, hear, in your arms. "Congratulations young lady, it's a healthy baby boy" The doctor said, you couldn't say a word, you just look at the baby in your arms, unable to say a thing. It's your mum who speaks first. "He's beautiful........Y/N...why didn't you tell me?" "Mum, I swear, I didn't know I was pregnant. I had no bump, no morning sickness, nothing" "How is that possible doctor?"

"I have seen this before, but it is extremely uncommon. It appears your daughter had what is known as a "Cryptic Pregnancy" In most cases, the pregnancy won't show a bump and a lot of women have not shown any sign of pregnancy until 20 weeks. However, there are the rare few that don't show or realise they are pregnant, until they actualy give birth. Studies show that around 1 in 2,500 pregnancies go unnoticed until delivery" The doctor checked your notes while your mum was still shocked by the whole thing. "Can I have a moment alone with my daughter please doctor?" "Of course, just press that button if you need help" Once the doctor left, your mum held the baby in her arms and started walking around with him, smiling at him. "Y/N.... this is....I don't know what to say" "I'm so sorry mum" "It's ok honey, I just want to know why you didn't tell me you were s#xually active? Your only just at the legal age. Is this why you've been distant lately? And why you've been having bad pains?" "Mum, it was just one time, I swear. And he said he wore a condom, I saw it and everything! I honestly though this was some kind of illness, or STI. And I was going to the doctor today to try and deal with it. I'm so so sorry, I know your angry with me"

"No Y/N, I'm not mad at you" "Your? Your not?" "No" she says calmly as she walks back to you and sits on the hospital bed, carefully placing the baby in your arms. "I'm not mad at you honey, your a teenager who was doing what teenagers do. I am angry that this boy didn't use protection. And I am angry that YOU didn't double check, or take any birth control before hand. But, what's done is done...and this is what's happened. You are holding a baby, your baby" "I know....it's strange....but nice....really nice" "There are a lot of choices you have to make honey, but there is one incredibly important question" "What's that?" "Y/N.....are you ready to be a mum?.......do you want to keep this baby?" "I....I know that looking at him...makes me feel this feeling I've never felt before. It's something I don't want to loose....I don't want to loose him. I know this is going to change my life forever mum, I really do understand......and I don't care if I won't sleep for the next 18 years, I dont care about anything else anymore. Just looking at him....he's perfect" "It's a feeling that only a mum can feel, and that's what your feeling. So? Are you going to keep him? Yes or no?"

"But what am I going to do for money for him?" "Don't worry about that just yet, I work from home anyway so I can help you out. You can rest up from having him first, bring him home, and me and your dad can go and get some things he will need. A cot, a buggy, formula, clothes ect. And once he's settled, you can go and look for a job to help pay for him" "Oh god! Dad! What am I going to tell him?! How do I explain this to him?!" "Y/N, it's alright, I'll go and talk to your dad and explain what has happened" "He's going to be so angry isn't he?" "There is a possibility his anger may be directed at this boy who is the father. You and your friend Lacey have spoken about a boy at school many times before, is it him? Is it Jake?" All you can do is nod, feeling ashamed of what you've done. But your mum just kisses your forhead, and looks down lovingly at her grandson. "He needs to know about this Y/N, do you have any way of contacting him?" "I have him on instagram, but he's not answered any messages I've sent him recently" "Sounds like a normal teenage boy to me then. Right, what's his full name? I'll find his mother online and contact her and Jake. But first, I need to go and speak to your father. Let's get the doctor back in hear and get this little guy weighed and checked over, and once your both ok, I'll pop out to the Solana and speak to your dad, ok?"

"Ok mum" Once she called the doctor back in and she did the weighing and checks on you and the baby, your mum called Lacey into the room and asked her to stay with you while she was gone. Lacey agreed and was more than happy to sit with you and the baby. "Awwww! He's so cute! And so small" "He looks small, but apparently he was 8 lbs 7 ounces" "Really? Woh! Aww but look at his little face. Can I hold him?" "Yeh sure, just sit in the chair though" "No problem" Carefully you place him in her arms, and her smile is beaming. "He's so tiny.....your so lucky Y/N....have you though of a name yet?" "I don't know, in the space of one day, I've discovered I was pregnant, gone through labour, had him, and now planning in my head how I'm going to take care of him for the rest of my life. A name right now is a bit tricky to focus on" "I can try and think I some names for you if you like?" "That would be nice, yeah. My mums gone to tell my dad, which is scary enough. But I'm more worried about what I'm going to tell Jake" "Oh yeh, I hadn't really thought about that. How do you think he'll take it?" "I have no idea, and that's the thing that's worrying me"

Meanwhile, your mum had just arrived in the Solana, where she saw Joyce at the front desk. "Oh hello dear! What brings you hear?" "Joyce, I'm afraid there is a family emergency, and I need to take Mateo from you" "Oh! Yes of course, I'll go and fetch him for you. It's a quiet day today so he's a spare member of staff anyway" "Thank you Joyce" 10 minutes later, Mateo and Joyce walks back to the front desk. "Hola mi amor! Miss Temple Savage said you have come to see me? Some kind of emergency?"

"Yes babe, come with me and I'll explain everything. Your going to need to sit down for this. She took him to a seating area outside the hotel, and explained everything from start to finish. Your pains, going into labour and being in the hospital right now with the baby. And it was safe to say, that Mateo was more than shocked, his mouth was wide open and his eyes focused on your mother. "She.......my daughter.....how?" "She said it was a boy she had a crush on, she's been so worried about me telling you babe" "My baby has her own baby....I can't believe it.....is she ok? Is she in pain?" "No, that doctors said she had no damage, and the baby came quite quickly. She's resting in the hospital with Lacey now"

"And.....who is this boy who got her pregnant? Cabron hijo de perra!" "Mateo! Language!" "I'm sorry mi amor, I must hate that he's left her like that on her own" "He doesn't know. Hell! She didn't know until she was in labour! Once she's ok, we'll contact this boy and his family, tell them what has happened" "Ok.....I still can't believe it....my daughter is now a mother. We have a grandchild?" "A grandson" "It's! It's a boy!" "Yes Mateo, and I think we should go and see if both our daughter and grandson are doing ok" "....yes..." "Mateo, let's just walk up there and try to take deep breaths ok?" "Yes, I think I have too" Back in the hospital, Lacey had given you back the baby so you could feed him, and the more you held him, the more your love for him grew. "How is it possible for me to love someone who's only been alive for no longer than an hour?" "It must be what they call mother's instinct" "Yeh, I think that's what my mum said too. I hope my dad didn't go insane over this" It was as if his ears were burning, because as soon as you said that, him and your mum came into the room and saw you. "Dad!......dad I'm so sorry, I swear I didn't know I was pregnant! I thought I was just unwell-and then the pains started-and he came out-and-"

You kept trying to tell your dad what was happening, but he just remained quiet as walked over to you and sat beside you. "I know it's going to be hard, but I can't let him go-I love him dad-I don't want to miss out in raising him and trying to be a good mum! I'm...I'm sorry..." Mateo didn't say a word, just looked into your eyes in a softening way. Resting a hand on the baby, he leaned over and kissed his little hand. "He's beautiful mi querida, I'm so proud of you" You burst into tears, you were so glad he wasn't angry with you, and you pulled him in for a tight hug, desperate to show how much you loved your dad. When you both pulled away, you even handed him the baby, letting him hold his grandchild for the first time. "Beautiful....our little grandson" a few days later, you were able to leave the hospital with your baby, and your mum and dad helped you bring him back home. Where they had bought everything he could ever need. Your mum loved having a baby around the house, and your dad...well your dad was being extremely over protective of you and the baby. He would be super gentle with him, and not let you lift a finger, not even to do cleaning or dishes. He absolutely adored your little boy, everyone did. Well....you say everyone....you still hadn't heard anything back from Jake, but that was about to change.

You were due to take the baby to the registry office tomorow, but you had yet to think of a name for him, you were still unsure. You had just got him chaged into a new baby grow after feeding him, when the doorbell went, and when your mum opened it, it was Jake! And his mother. "Jake? What are you doing hear?" "I've uhh...come to see the baby" "Our baby Jake" "Yeh, I guess so" It was a little awkward, his mum seemed thrilled to see the baby, and Jake just sat beside his mum, not knowing what to do. "He's beautiful Y/N, he looks happy and healthy. It's so wonderful to finaly meet my grandchild" "Thanks Faith. You can hold him if you like?" "Oh yes please" You hand the baby to Faith, and she is so delicate with him, you felt happy knowing he was being held by another trustworthy mum. "Oh he's beautiful. Don't you think Jake?" "Uhhh, yeh" "Yeh? That's all you've got to say?" "He's just a baby" "He's YOUR baby! That you and Y/N created together. You should be thanking Y/N and her family for taking such good care of him" "Why? I didn't ask her to get pregnant" Anger built within you. "Seriously Jake?! You told me you used protection! You lied to me, you can't blame this completely on me!" "It was just a fling Y/N, why should I have to-" Your dad smacked his hand on the kitchen table, definitely getting Jake's attention.

"You got my daughter pregnant....you have a responsibility now, weather you like it or not. Don't you DARE disrespect my daughter like this, when she has brought your baby into the world!" "I ain't disrespecting her, I just don't see why I should have to do anything. She's the mum now" His own mother hits him in the back of the head. "Yes! And YOUR the dad! You are my son! And you will look after this baby, because it's your responsibility, as much as it is Y/N's!" "You can't make me mum" "Oh yeh? You live under my roof, you will do as I say. You are going to finish school in a few months, then the second you finish, you will find a job and pay child support for your son!" "What? That's not fair! I don't want a job! I don't want to be held down by a baby" "Well tough! Maybe if you hadn't have lied to this young girl, and actually taken the right precautions, you wouldn't have to be doing this! But your baby is hear now! So suck it up!" Jake just scoffed, not liking that he has to grow up. He thought for a moment, then looked right at you and said "Fine, I'll help out a little if he's named after me" "Excuse me?" "Yeh, he's my boy, I want him to have my name" "Like hell he will" "What? I can choose his name if I want"

"You haven't bothered to see him by yourself for the last few days Jake. You only came because your mum made you, and your refusing to pay for him. Why in the world would I name my child after someone who doesn't want to be a part of his life?" "Because I want him to share my name" "He will...your last name. Legally your his dad, he will have your last name, but that's all. I will decide his name, I have been the one who had been taking care of our baby since he's been born, not you! My mum and dad have been there for me every step of the way, and you look like your fed up being hear. I mean for god sake Jake! You haven't even asked to hold him! He's right beside you in your mums arms, and you won't even look at him!" "Yeh? So?" "Get out! I mean it get out!" "Seriously? Your being so stupid kicking me and my mum out?" "Not your mum, just you! Get out!" "FINE!" And with a slam of the front door, he was gone, and the anger was staring to go away. "I am so sorry for my son's behaviour, he's acting like a child" "He's his own person Faith" You say sympathetically, she comes and sits over with you, aswell as your mum and dad too. Your mum hugs you around the shoulders, then Faith says "He's going to pay for child support, he won't have a choice. But until then, I'll send you and your family some money for him" "Faith, you don't have too" Mateo says.

"No, I want to, I insist. You've brought my grandchild into the world, and I want to try and support Y/N, the baby, and the rest of you as much as I can" Faith was such a lovely woman, let's hope that Jake does actualy realise the importance of the situation, and actually wants to be a part of his sons life.

You, your parents and Faith spent the remainder of that day spending time with the baby, and building those important bonds. And the next day, after Faith had dropped off some lovely baby clothes for you, you and your dad had made your way to the registry office. Your mum was busy looking for a new carseat, so your dad came with you instead. You knew that your dad wasn't particularly happy when he first heard the news about you and the baby, but the second he saw him, you knew life was going to be diffrent. Jake had been waiting at the office, and when he saw you, and your dad walking up as he was holding the baby, Jake just scoffed and walked in, looking like he didn't even want to be there. "Don't worry mi querida, you have all the support from me and your mother" "Thanks dad" Walking down the hallway and into the little office, Jake was already sat on one of the chairs, so you and dad take a seat too, with the registrar sat behind her desk. "Alright, do we have both parents for this lovely little boy?" "Yes" "Mhm" Jake just slumped in the chair, he could at least act like he cared. "Alright then, so firstly, you both are not married, is that correct?"

"Yes" "Alright, so the baby will take his birth fathers name, which is Brooks. Now, does he have any first and last names?" "Yes, he does have both" Again, Jake just scoffs, because he knew you didn't name the baby after him. "His first name is Lorenzo" "That's a lovely name miss L/N, let me just write that down. And his middle name?" "His middle name is Mateo" Your dad looked utterly shocked! He looked at you, tears welling up in his eyes. "Mi querida? Your giving him my name?" "Of course dad, you've been there for me and him. I want to show you how much that means to me" He couldn't help his joy, he pulled you in for a loving hug. "That's stupid!" Jake says defiently. "You wont name him after me? But you'll give him your dads? This is ridiculous!" "Please be quiet Mr Brooks. Miss L/N's parents, and YOUR mother did call ahead and explain the situation to me before hand, and you don't have the right to be so rude to the mother of your child" "I don't care, you can't make me like her. Just like you cant make me pay child support" "Oh....but the law can" "Huh?" "I'm sure your mother has already told you that you have a legal responsibility to this baby? Well she is correct. As soon as you turn 18, you are required by law to pay child support for your son" "Uuugghh!" It was like he was acting like a child who was being grounded, you hated that he behaved this way, especially with your baby right there in the room.

"If you could both sign the papers hear, little Lorenzo will be all done" Grabbing the pen, Jake signs the paper and just leaves, it really got to you. But your dad held your hand to comfort you, and the registrar tried to ease your worries. "Don't worry Miss L/N, I've seen worse dads waltz though hear. But I can tell your going to be a great mother to your son, and by the way your parents help you, I know you will have a great support network to get you through the tough times ahead" "Thank you" You smile a little and pick up your pen, signing the paperwork and being handed Lorenzo's birth certificate. "I hope you all have a good day" "Thank you" Mateo said as he takes you and Lorenzo out of the office and the building. You held your baby in your arms, seeing his beautiful little face, blue eyes and blonde curly hair, loving him more and more each second. "I am very honoured you decided on my name as Lorenzo's middle name mi querida" "It's something I wanted to do for a while now, and I also think it suits him. So...being a mother starts hear, with you.....Lorenzo Mateo Brooks....my little boy"

[miracle-negative]

Stop right there b*tch , don't move

[kayssweetdreams]

Nightmaren Babies Ch 14

Meanwhile, Back in the Night Dimension...

Owl nervously sat at a small table while Wizeman prepared some tea. After he had met up with the God of Nightmare, he had gotten a...rather strange, but friendly reception. Instead of completely obliterating him, or making him his mindless slave like he imagined, he found that Wizeman was treating him like an old friend, and had the kind personality of a friendly neighbor that was loved by everyone.

He had thanked the old bird for bringing NiGHTS and Reala back home, and began doting on his "precious shooting stars", before he gave them a light scolding for staying out too late. Owl watched the entire interaction with confused, but relieved eyes. He was about to leave, when he remembered that HE has to make sure that Wizeman didn't find out these weren't his first levels. So, here he was. Now sitting on a throne sized perch, in front of a lake sized table, as Wizeman prepared some tea for the both of them.

"So Owl. How are things at the Dream Gate? Any new visitors cone by?" Wizeman asked, pulling out a tray of cookies while the teapot was warming up "Um...N-No, Not any yet. It's been slow lately." Owl said, trying to hide his quivering fear of Wizeman. "Aww. That's a shame. My little Starlight loves to play with the visitors from the real world. Does it every chance they gets." Wizeman said in a playful, yet wistful tone. "I remember when NiGHTS played with those two visitors, what were there names...Will and Helen was it. They had quite the adventures in the dream world." He said, plating the cookies, and setting them in front of Owl.

"Y-Yes. NiGHTS is quite the energetic one." Owl replied politely. "Care for a cookie? There my secret recipe." Wizeman said with a mischievous tone. The old bird gave a worried "Gulp!" What if they were poisoned? Or cursed? What if they turned him into a pile of Twinkle Dust? However...if he refused, who knows what Wizeman could do to him. Taking the treat with a wing, he gently pecked into it...and found that they were really good.

"HOO HOO!! These are outstanding!" He hooted in glee. Wizeman gave a laugh. Not a cruel, cold hearted laugh that a tyrannical God would give when he's destroying the Night Dimension piece by piece. This laugh sounded like a Jolly father that cared about others, and was very proud of his amazing cookies "I'm glad that you like them! If you think those are good, you should try some of my dream berry Cheesecake." He said.

Owl's eyes nearly bugged out of his head "YOU make Dream Berry Cheesecake?!" He nearly shouted in joy. "Of course! NiGHTS and Reala love it. They usually try to sneak pieces of it before dinner." He chuckled, before he looked curious "Now that I think about it, NiGHTS and Reala have been pretty quiet. Maybe I should check on them..." Wizeman said. Owl nearly fell off of the perch. What the heck were the doubles doing?!

"U-Um. Allow me to look for them! A-After all, It's only fair after I had some of your amazing cookies!" Owl said, trying to hide his panic as much as he could. Wizeman gave a small 'Hmm...' as Owl sweatdropped. Had he figured it out? Was he about to become nothing but Twinkle Dust? "Alright, but don't be too long! I'll bring out my Dream Berry Cheesecake while you check on them." Wizeman chuckled as he floated away.

Owl let out a breath before he rushed to find the doubles. To his horror, he saw that they were both inanimate again, Back to their doll-like state. "NiGHTS! Reala! Who wants a piece of Dream Berry cake!" He shouted, hoping to wake them up. This seemed to work as the two dolls jolted up, and rushed to the kitchen shouting "I CALL FIRST DIBS!! I GET FIRST DIBS!!" from the two of them. Owl let out a sigh of relief, that was TOO close...but he couldn't keep this up forever...

Where were the Real NiGHTS and Reala?

[sunlightandsuffering]

I promised myself I wouldn’t send asks while you were away. But I saw this answer* and how Eren is obsessed with her virginity and makes her have nightmares with him in her mirror, and I couldn’t control myself. Mikasa is super angry and brings a guy over to her room to lose her virginity with him, maybe Colt or Jean, knowing Eren would be watching through the mirror. The second they start kissing and taking off their clothes this ominous feeling descends upon the room and suddenly Eren is going all Scarlet Witch on them. Like, as in the scene where Wanda uses the mirrors and reflections to travel through places and drag people to the mirror world. Idk if you watch Marvel but here it is**, it’s constructed like a horror movie scene. A furious Eren appears on her mirror, then comes walking out, darkness enveloping everything, and pulls Mikasa by her arm into the mirror with him while she’s shouting profanities at him!

*https://www.tumblr.com/sunlightandsuffering/711477038577582080/dark-sorcerer-eren-is-probably-obsessed-with?source=share

** https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fSGpAQPtGoc

THANK U ANON!! I APPRECIATE IT LOL!! I haven't watched scarlet witch but I'll defs check out this youtube vid, sounds sick! OMG HE PULLS HER INTO THE MIRROR!! the guy is just left terrified and shocked, naked in Mikasa's bed with no Mikasa, and the awful bloodthirsty aura while Eren steals her back to his room or wherever his portal is, he probably kisses her so harshly too, like the sex is just so angry while he grills her about what she's doing, who she's been with, did she think he was going to let her give it up to anyone but him??

[manysquidsandoctos]

...Octa...

...Octa...!

"H-huh? Where am I...?"

Octa spun around on her heel, looking up and down. She realized that she was wearing a plain, white strapless dress, with no other articles. She wasn't even wearing shoes, and yet when her feel shuffled across the grainy white ground, she felt nothing.

Black spikes were jutting from the ground. What were they for? Where exactly was she?"

"...Octa, can you hear me...?"

"Y...Yeah!" She shouted, not even asking who the voice belonged to. "Where are you?"

"...Octa, come find me...I'm forgetting...you're forgetting..."

"What do you mean I'm forgetting...? How can I..."

"You're the only one who can find me. Please..."

-

"Ah!"

Octa sat up from her bed, looking around frantically, gasping for breath. Looking to her left, she saw that it was four in the morning and she seemingly has knocked several of her stuffed animals on the floor.

"Wha...that was a really weird dream..." She mumbled, rubbing her eyes and grabbing her phone off the nightstand, opening up the messenger.

[Jesse, are you awake?] She typed quickly, sending the message. Three little dots appeared on her screen as a reply was being made.

[haha yeah. i'm on observation duty for splatsville atm. u okay?]

[Yeah I'm okay. I just had a nightmare a second ago.]

[nooo D: did you wanna talk about it?]

[Yeah, I'll tell you what happened.]

[go ahead <3]

[...]

[htchnr]

🎲 04 — Twenty Four Little Hours.

✮ꜜ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. ✮ꜜ 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢! ✮ꜜ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 major character death ⋆ angst/comfort ⋆ the gruesome description of someone's face reconstructing itself ⋆ attempted sexual assault ⋆ Courier gets t r a u m a t i s e d ⋆ Benny's yucky words ⋆ blood ⋆ canon typical violence ⋆ an awful vivid nightmare ⋆ vague mention of a major character being beaten to death ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 FNV AU! Casino Owner!Sam Axe x Courier.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 the job went south; landing you tied up in a chair in Benny's warehouse. in a turn of events you find out just how Sam's made it through all the years he's been alive — the consequence of witnessing it leaving you with very real feeling nightmares after making out of the warehouse. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 3,1k.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 y'all chapter is, woah. that's all i have to say 😀 i had a blast (and simultaneously an awful time) writing this 🫠

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

you don't know how it happened, what led you here to be tied to a chair and beaten up. your breathing's pained as your chest strains uncomfortably against the rough rope with each breath.

you don't know why you're here, why this mission suddenly went extremely south. there shouldn't have been a way for it to go wrong, everything had been meticulously planned and you excelled at sneaking through the surrounding alleys and the building.

though, the rough pull of a pair of strong hands tore your helmet clean off and another figure slammed the butt of their gun into the back of your head. knocking you out cold.

" well well, if it ain't the undying Courier. " an all too familiar voice calls through the echoing room. your eyes snap towards the voice, finding none other than Benny stepping through the doorway; a double barrel shotgun in hand.

you strain against the rope. " Benny. " you seethe, thick curls dangling in front of your face. " this is a dumb decision, Benny. "

he laughs, kicking the door shut. " no, baby, " he cocks the shotgun, walking closer to you. " that old man diggin' you up and bringing you back, now that was a dumb decision. " the closer he steps, the more you can see of him. his stupid checkered suit looks neat as it can, though it'll never compare to Sam's impeccably pristine suits. that, and a small radio sticks out of his breast pocket.

" what the fuck do you want from me? " you glare up at him through your hair.

Benny chuckles, kicking some dust as he exaggeratedly thinks. " let's see, " he trails off, thinking out loud. " you back in the ground would be a great start. " he turns to face you, just a few steps away. " don't look at me like that, no matter how pretty you are, you're still just in the way. " he tuts.

shouts can be heard outside the door and down the hall and by the panic, you know who's causing it. he seems to notice it too, his free hand coming down to click the radio on. " that you up there, Axe? " his eyes are on you.

" because it's you Benny, i'll make it quick and painless. but if you harm a single hair on her head, i can draw the pain out for days. " Sam's steady voice crackles through the radio.

Benny laughs before you, " big talk for a dead man. come down and face me, old timer. " he clicks the radio off, not leaving room for a response.

you hear people rushing off outside the door, shouting orders as others verbally obey. " you know he'll come to get me. alive or dead. " you swallow, your heart starting to pound at the sight of the double barrel turning your way.

Benny leans down, his face inches from yours. " oh, babycakes, why else do you think you're here? " he grins, his breath fanning across your face.

you scowl, scrunching your face as you smack your head into his, sending him back with a pained shout. " fuckin' hell-! " he swipes his fingers beneath his nose, staring wide-eyed at his bloody fingers. " you fuckin' bitch-! " he shouts, spinning on his feet. " you'll regret that. " he sneers, grabbing a fistful of your curls as he yanks your head back, the two cold barrels pressing up beneath your chin.

the door to the room slams open, and from the corner of your eyes you can just barely spot a familiar red tie. " now what'd i say, Benny? " Sam's voice echoes through the room, a dark and frightening tone to it. you feel Benny's grip on your hair flinching slightly. " not a single hair on her head is to be harmed. "

goosebumps prickle at your skin, you can't say in the months you've known Sam that you've ever seen him mad, or this terrifying. you've heard rumors of course, and you know he didn't get all his power simply with money.

but you had never seen him like this; his dark usually honey brown eyes were nearing black, a terrifyingly calm look in them. you knew from that look alone who would be walking away from this and who wouldn't.

Benny moves behind you, his fist still tangled in your hair and the barrels now press against your temple. you squirm against Benny's hold and the rough ropes, regardless of Sam's presence the feeling of a double barrel pointed against your temple still remains nerve wracking.

" you know, i can see why you're so attached to her. " Benny taunts, his eyes dragging down your hair to your figure. " she sure is a looker. " he wolf-whistles.

you watch Sam's eyes twitch at the comment and the whistle. " don't do this, Benny. " his voice is firm. " this ain't gonna end well for you if you do. "

Benny sighs, his eyes snapping to Sam's. " last time i checked, i had a double barrel pressed against your little lover's temple. i can think of at least one person who it's not gonna end well for here, Axe. and it ain't me. "

Sam's eyes flicker down to yours, his heart aching at the sight of your bruised face. his eyes return to Benny's, " what do you want? for her safely in return, you know i'll pay anything. "

Benny laughs at his words, pressing the barrels more firmly against your cheek. " you don't get it, do you? " he laughs. " it's time you step down. you ain't walkin' outta here at the end of this. "

your panic-wide eyes frantically flit across Sam's face, appearing calm as ever. how the hell is he doing it? your heart's almost pounding out of your chest, your face is throbbing from the previous blows against it, your eyes are wide and your chest is rising and falling quickly with each panicked breath. you look completely opposite to him.

Sam shakes his head. " as i said before, because it's you, Benny, i'll make it quick and painless if you stop this now. " he pauses, taking in the slight shake in Benny's hand. he wonders if it's from adrenaline or slowly growing fear. " but if you keep her in this fight any longer i'll guarantee you'll be pleading for me to get it over with. "

you shudder at his tone. you trust in his plan, whatever it may be, to get you both out of here alive and mostly unharmed. though, that feeling is drained from you the moment Benny scoffs, cocking the shotgun. you feel the harsh click against your cheek, the sound of it reverberating in your ears.

" love's made you blind, old man. this ends right here, right now. " you can barely think as the barrels move from your cheek in the blink of an eye and are aimed at Sam's head before you or Sam can react.

a scream rips from your throat as you watch Benny fire at Sam, the pellets tearing through the right side of his face. the force of the shot sends him flying into an old bench, the sound of the splintering wood echoing through the room.

your eyes are wide in horror and your ears are ringing from the blast; you feel sick. he had a plan, right? how could this have happened? how could he have-

" you know, dollface, i might just take you for a spin. " Benny's nauseating voice manages to push through the ringing. " see what this old man was so willing to lay down for. "

you squirm against the ropes, tears pricking at your eyes. " no- " the rope cuts into your wrist, your skin is raw and bloody from the straining.

Benny throws down the shotgun to the side, shrugging his suit jacket off. " no, no- " you choke out, writhing against the rope as Benny nears you.

" now now, don't be like that, Baby. " he tsk's, dirty hands pulling at your shoulders. you sob as you writhe and kick, managing to push against one of Benny's shins. " son of a bitch-! " he curses, though the kick and movement tips your chair over, sending you crashing to the floor.

you let out a pained cry as you hit the floor, still trying to somehow loosen the rope enough to get free from the chair. a sob rips through you as you catch a glimpse of Sam's limp and unbelievably bloody body, practically molded to the shape of the broken bench.

" you know what, broad? i was thinking about being nice, but that was the last drop. " Benny sneers, stepping one leg of the chair and bending over you.

" get off of me! don't-! " you cry, trashing against the rope and his vile hands.

" knock it off you bitch, stay still! "

" stop-! get your hands off of me! "

your stomach drops the moment he gets you free of the chair and manages to pin you down on your stomach, your tear stained cheek pressed against the dirty floor. he straddles the back of your thighs, his figure pressing you down. " c'mon, you know it'll feel better if you just cooperate, dollface. "

you writhe against him, tears streaming down your face as you try to fight him with all your remaining strength. you feel the bile rising in your throat as you feel him somehow tear a giant hole in your suit on your lower back. " there, that should make this easier. " you want to throw up. " i'll admit you've got a rockin' bod in this suit, but damn, it's a pain to get you out of it. "

" please- " you sob, your voice cracking in desperation, " he's dead, just like you wanted- just kill me already-! " you clench your eyes shut as you feel your body start to give out against him. panic is flowing through you and your hands and feet start to tingle; the sensation slowing numbing your limbs.

" now why would i want to do that? you managed to get that old idiot wrapped around your finger, " you could taste the bile coming up your throat as you try to struggle against him. " and i want to know what all the fuss is about- "

Benny pauses as the sounds of awful squelching and excruciating cracking echoes through the room. your eyes snap open, your heart pounding so hard you're afraid it might break through your ribs. " what the-? "

he holds still for a moment, eyes on the side of your face as he watches your face contort in pure horror. his eyes snap to the direction you're looking — laying eyes on the most horrifying thing he's ever witnessed.

Sam, sitting up in the wreckage of the broken bench with low grunts of pain, his partially shattered jaw welding itself back together. you let out a painful gasp in disgust and horror as you watch muscle by muscle of his mutilated face is stretching and weaving themselves back together; slowly pulling his jaw back into place.

" what the fucking fuck?! " Benny exclaims in disbelief and fear, stumbling off of you to dash for his shotgun. you lay frozen on the ground as you watch his mutilated and bloody skin slowly weave itself back together over each bare, muscly area of his face until his face no longer bears the evidence of Benny's shotgun.

Sam gets up with awful sounding grunts, his horrifyingly blood shot eyes watch Benny fumble the shotgun, shakily aiming it at him and he tries to stumble away. a deafening bang! echoes through the room, Benny's shot having missed Sam. " fuck! " he shouts in full panic, desperately trying to reload the gun with shaky hands.

though it's of no use to Benny as Sam's heavy fist slams against the side of his face, a brutal crack! sounding clear as Benny's easily knocked to the floor.

you clench your eyes shut to evade the possibility of catching a glimpse of the two men; though the moment you close your eyes, you're met with the image of Sam's face slowly weaving itself back together. you snap your eyes open again, tears streaming down your face as you instead curl your aching body inwards, staring at your knees as you listen to the nauseating sounds of Sam's fists slamming down against Benny's face, along with his gut wrenching pleas for death.

you don't know when it all stopped, when Benny croaked out his last plea or when Sam landed the last punch. all you know is that it's silent now, the only sounds in the room are your raspy breaths and the heavy, petrifying pants from Sam.

" honey, are you- " Sam lets out harrowing coughs, dropping forward in extreme exhaustion. " sweetheart? " he calls out, his voice rough and raspy. his bloody hands rest flat against the grimy and blood covered floor, his elbows threatening to buckle.

a heavy hand comes to hold your shoulder, the touch pulling a cracked shriek from your lips as you thrash against the hand in panic. " it's me, honey, honey-! it's me! " Sam's rough voice tries to calm you, his slippery, blood-covered hands untying the rough rope around your bloody and cut up wrists.

you writhe and squirm against him, broken and panicked sobs leaving your sore throat. Sam manages to untie all of the rope, his aching arms pulling you tightly against his blood stained chest. " sweetheart, please, i'm right here— sh, sh, shh. i'm right here. you're safe, we're gonna be alright. "

his words slowly push through, your wide, teary eyes blinking as they're met with that familiar red tie. he watches with pained eyes as you slowly look up at him, your eyes almost afraid to fully look up at his face.

but when you finally do, his heart completely breaks at the look in your eyes. " Sam..? " your voice cracks, the name barely audible to anyone else but him.

he nods, one of his big, bloody hands coming up to turn your face back against his chest as he holds you close. " i'm here, honey. " he assures you, his sore and aching figure rocking the two of you back and forth. " i'm right here. "

BANG!

" Sam-! "

" c'mon, you know it'll feel better if you just cooperate, dollface. "

you writhe against him, tears streaming down your face as you try to fight him with all your remaining strength. you feel the bile rising in your throat as you feel him somehow tear a giant hole in your suit on your lower back. " there, that should make this easier. " you want to throw up. " i'll admit you've got a rockin' bod in this suit, but damn, it's a pain to get you out of it. "

he holds still for a moment, eyes on the side of your face as he watches your face contort in pure horror. his eyes snap to the direction you're looking — laying eyes on the most horrifying thing he's ever witnessed.

Sam, sitting up in the wreckage of the broken bench with low grunts of pain, his partially shattered jaw welding itself back together. you let out painful gasp in disgust and horror as you watch muscle by muscle of his mutilated face is stretching and weaving themselves back together; slowly pulling his jaw back into place.

" honey? "

" what the fucking fuck?! " Benny exclaims in disbelief and fear, stumbling off of you to dash for his shotgun. you lay frozen on the ground as you watch his mutilated and bloody skin slowly weave itself back together over each bare, and muscly area of his face until his face no longer bares the evidence of any injury.

" baby, wake up! "

you jolt straight up with a piercing, raspy cry, eyes wild as you nearly manage to throw yourself off of the bed. " you're alright! honey, careful-! " a pair of large hands pull at your waist to keep you from falling off the edge of the bed — but the feeling only makes you panic more.

" get- get off me! " you cry, eyes shut as you thrash against the hands.

" please, baby, please- " the voice feels a little closer, more real than before. the two big hands hold each side of your face, thumbs rubbing circles into your cheekbones. " come back to me, you're alright. he's gone, he can't hurt you. "

you snap your eyes open at the firm hold of the two hands, your wild eyes meeting Sam's pained ones. it takes you a minute of heavy, ragged breathing before your eyes show signs of recognition. he watches them blink rapidly, shifting from panicked to sad and hurt. " you're alright, sweetheart. you're alright. " his voice slowly spreads through you like a steady stream of something soothing.

" i thought you were- " you choke out a sob, " you were- " tears steadily roll down your cheeks, dripping over Sam's thick thumbs.

his heart throbs in pain as he pulls your clammy hands up to his face, pressing them to cup his face. " i'm right here, right here with you. "

your chest still heaves as you experimentally swipe a thumb across his right cheek, feeling the hot skin beneath your digit. Sam's eyes sadden, he knows you deserve answers after what happened yesterday; but the words seem to be stuck in his throat.

he nods wordlessly at your expression, knowing what you're thinking about. " c'mon, lay down. " he gently urges you, leaning you back against the pillows. he moves closer, wrapping a heavy arm around your waist as he lays his head on your chest. " i'll tell you everything when we wake up again, i promise i will. "

you inhale deeply at the feeling of his face pressed against your exposed chest, his nose nudging against the base of your throat. your shaky hands rake through his hair, one hand resting tentatively on the right side of his face. you feel Sam exhale sadly at the feeling. he in turn raises his hand to cover yours that rests against his cheek, holding your hand lovingly.

he knows it's going to take a long while for you to heal from this, but he'll be there every step of the way and never leave your side.

[hobis-halo]

i saw txt in fukuoka and they were so good! they performed pretty much all of my favorite songs so i was super happy. most of them were the japanese versions obviously, with some of their original japanese language songs as well, and some of them were the original korean songs when they didnt have a japanese version. i'm super stoked that they performed 一つの誓い 'we'll never change', the choreography was super creative. tho i was kinda disappointed by the absolute lack of whining during 'the killa'... yeonjun and soobin yall need to throw that shit back if youre gonna do some afrobeats!!!!

also they were super good at japanese??? trilingual kings?? idk im not a native speaker but they seemed fucking good to me. i didnt understand everything they said tho i wont lie 😂 learned a new word from them, 'bari', apparently its fukuoka dialect for 'very'.

i have to say tho, the vibes at japanese concerts are so different than US concerts... it was so quiet lmao. if it were in the US i'd consider it a 'dead' crowd but i think its normal for japan? everyone was very quiet except for fanchants and clapping/quiet cheering at the end of the songs. i usually enjoy the energy of concerts and a lot of that comes from the audience, so it was kinda strange for me. the members would shout "MAKE SOME FUCKING NOISE!!!" and shit like that and there would be a short quiet cheer from the crowd, no crazy screaming or shouting lmaooo

but it was also kinda nice because you could hear the singing and music a LOT better than in the US where everyone in the crowd is screaming and singing along all the time. also, they didn't allow photos or videos until the very end, so no one had their phones out and you could see very clearly. in the US a lot of ppl basically film the whole concert which gets a bit annoying.

the ticketing system was also weird for me. apparently for most idol concerts in japan they have multiple different rounds of ticket sales, the first one goes to the fanclub and then eventually to general sales which is what i did. i couldn't choose my seat, it was automatically assigned based on when u bought the ticket, so since i bought one of the last available general sale tickets i was in the very last row lmaooo. honestly i could see everything pretty well so i didn't mind, but it was strange not being able to select a specific seat. they also only accepted physical tickets, so i had to get it printed out at the convenience store lol, but thats how a lot of stuff is in japan so its not that wild to me.

overall, as someone who enjoys the energy of concerts as it helps me get more into it, i think i prefer the US concerts, even though there are definitely pros and cons to both places. but i'm glad i went, and if TXT comes back again while i'm living here, i'll definitely go again! maybe i'll join the fanclub and get a lightstick.

had a legendary string of bad luck in fukuoka though, i lost my fucking residence card in the stadium 😭😭😭 its a bureaucratic and language nightmare trying to find that shit. missed the first song or two of the concert bc of it... oh well.