#i hope i didn't get a stupid infection from this i hate iv infections

[nexus-nebulae]

ugh whoever did my IV last time i was at the ER did such a bad job like I've never really had an iv spot keep itching and being painful three or four days after leaving

[omanu]

update

hey it's me! im pretending you (this is a specific you, if youre not this You, you will know, but if you are this You, you will know) are trying to know about me without engaging in a conversation, though i doubt im crossing your mind these days... i feel really lonely right now and i dont know if you know that you were the only one interested in me and now that you arent anymore i realized I can't have this with anybody else even if i want to find someone to be special to me but we cant choose these things...

so, update... yeah i have been doing fine in college, i think i got sick by stress twice because of if, i got a cold and an infected ear twice in less than three months... im sure it was somatic.

uhm ive reconnected with an old friend. it's been nice but still confusing to me, i am trying to let myself be hypothetically loved i almost went for it, but i just cant right now, or ever, if I'm being honest.. the only person who i was close with was you and our another friend, and it wasnt even romantic,, isnt that funny? fjskfo you get me, or.. used to get me, like no one else, and i miss that. i miss being heard and cared for, you made me feel special and now that you dont talk to me, everything feels so dull. so dull. nobody wants to hear me rambling and its been so lonely ive been thinking,, did you want to hear me rambling back then? was i too forceful? i felt loved but maybe i didnt understand that it was a burden for you? maybe i didnt realize it was bad for you... maybe? i think i could have been better.

you know what? im thinking about the last time you sent me a voice message. It was beautiful but at the end of it i realized you were saying goodbye, gently. i guess you were and I didn't realize until days later, i thought it was another confirmation of our bond but i was a goodbye wasnt it? i didn't realize... thats why i kept coming back trying to get you to exchange updates... i really didn't realize. I feel stupid.

anyways,, updates, updates... im obsessed with elvis now. do you think he is cool? do you hate him? or do you understand how I feel and likes that im having fun? im at a moment i cant really talk about him with my family because it's feeling too personal right now.. if you were here i maybe you'd wanna listen to me, but i dont know anymore...

hoseok is a free man again. i dont care much about bts anymore can you believe it? but i care a lot about hoseok still.

maybe i will make a trip to a concert in February. i went on one last year and i saw alter bridge too, so that makes it two trips ... did i get the chance to talk to you about them? i dont remember.. i think i did but i think you werent in the mood, but honestly i might b making this shit up, i think you had said goodby before that. maybe... my bad!

i want to know about you. i see your stories on instagram, youre baking a lot. have you moved out already? i love seeing your bread dkdkdk and you are still so funny, i miss your silliness. i know youre active online with your friends i wish i could be there too.. why is it easier with them? i thought i was doing really well.

i dont think i had the courage back then, to admit it to myself or to tell you but i feel really hurt by you, didnt know how bad i was hurt.. i cant believe we are apart like this i didn't know we could even be... and here i am, apart from you, hurting all the same. i didnt accept it yet.

i wonder if you are feeling anything by now, if youre feeling an odd poke at ur brain, if you're feeling me, if you can feel a slight perturbation, or if any object fell off, or if you remembered something i said, or if youre gonna feel it in your sleep... you know, with all the universe energy that connects us. i think. i think when i think of you you maybe thought of me, or the other way around? but at the same time i doubt i crossed your mind. have i? i hope so, i miss you a lot. You dont wanna come back?

ok. updates ... i dont think i have much else, maybe thats why keeping contact with me might feel stagnating or depressing or just wrong. can i change? is that my problem? i think im trying my best by myself? am i by myself? i dont know i feel like its been years im not heard . it's been years you dont talk to me. i think it has been years

anyways, updates... i miss you a lot, i think im heartbroken. and it's hurting too much today, i feel lonely and pathetic. im crying right now, you know? when did you cry last? what made you cry? is everything alright with your dogs? how about your cats? do you still walk around your neighborhood? do you need anything? how's your mother? did you think of me? i dont know if i think about you every day, but lately i kind of have.

bye.

[leggerefiore]

For some reason I can only think about Emmet and Ingo coming back from Hisui and finding out that not only did their shared s/o take over Gear station in their absence but has developed quite the loving fan base.

Like their holding a magazine with their face on it like “I look depressed as hell in that picture.”

Meanwhile the title of it is ‘number 1 sexiest person in Unova 6 years running’ or like ‘sweetest subway boss! Strongest team!’ And their s/o is just “I don’t think that’s right, I just wanted to cry and nap in the office.”

Just stupid cute thing idk I just have to rattlin around in my skull.

(Also take your time! Close asks if it gets too overwhelming for you, I hope your finales go over well.)

Twin Wardens dumped back in Unova with no memories; their tired, overworked partner heard loudly sobbing.

Just imagining Ingo hugging and apologising to them over and over again, because that is just too much work for one person to handle. He does understand the urge to cry and nap in his office. (He'll never admit it but he's done both.) As soon as he can, he will be happy to reprieve you of your duties. He will endlessly thank you for covering for both him and Emmet. (He's terrified to see you're new organisation methods. The older twin spends his first back at work in his office making things as he had it previous, and ignoring questions about his muscles and goatee.)

Emmet is cooing and cawing because his partner is so strong! You kept the station together for them and were an amazing trainer to boot! If he wasn't hooked up to an IV and being forced to undergo treatment for an infection he got while in Hisui, he'd squeeze you! (Should he invite you to cuddle on his bed, don't. It's a trap. He hug you too tightly and tries some spicier things. It's been too long, in his defence.) You battled with and took care of their teams. Emmet loves you very, verrrrry much. (Not to mention you feeding and watching over his Joltik hordes.) He also joins Ingo in reprieving you as soon as possible, because he wants to battle again. (People are scared of their smiley buff boss with goofy facial hair.)

They both understand hidden pain of the magazine and article pictures. They have many; they hate them all. A funny one they show you is where Ingo's face had been blocked about by advertisements and sneak peeks of the content inside. Apparently the publisher didn't think Ingo looked friendly enough.

(If they see any thirst posting over you from your fans, they're getting violent. They share with each other, not others.)

[strangeradventuresofp]

all in one night - s.h

hey so sorry ive been mia for like a whole ass year but i wanna get back into writing again so forgive the rebrand and stuff but whatever. hope you like this short lil piece, inspired by all in one night by stereophonics

tw: pregnancy, drink driving, car crash but no one is injured, hospitals

if you enjoy this story please like and reblog♡

One o'clock in the morning.

Steve huffed out the last of the infected air of the club as he stepped out of the door. It turned out, clubs weren't exactly his thing, especially since he had no idea how to talk to girls anymore. Life was buzzing around him and even though he found the atmosphere rather annoying, he wasn't ready to go home just yet. It was then that he recalled Robin saying she was throwing a house party; Steve had hated the idea at first, since the last house party he attended had ended up with him and Nancy breaking up. Despite this, the beer he had swallowed forced his feet along the gravel road.

-

"Steve? I wasn't expecting you to turn up," Robin opened the door with a smile, one which Steve did not return. His face glowed pink and shimmered with sweat from the walk that stole the last of his energy. "Are you drunk?"

"I can still see - kinda - but uh... I'm definitely over the limit." He gently moved past her into the house. "Can I get some water?"

"Sure. Kitchen's straight down the hall." And with that instruction, Steve was off. Had he not been so tipsy, he probably would have paid more attention to the scenery, but his mouth was dry and his head was spinning so annoyingly.

Two o'clock in the morning.

"Woah!" The door swung open, just missing you but still making you drop your drink.

"Shit, sorry," Steve rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Here, I'll help." He took a towel from your hands and proceeded to wipe up the spillage. As he stood back up, he stopped at your swollen stomach, letting out a little 'Oh'.

"What's wrong? Never seen anybody pregnant before?"

"No- Obviously I have," he scoffed and rolled his eyes, finally standing up straight. "Wait, don't I know you?"

"Oh my God, Steve The Hair Harrington! How in hell did I not recognise you the moment you walked in that door?" You almost slapped yourself for being so stupid; Steve still looked perplexed. "Y/N L/N."

"Y/N L/N!" Comically, Steve repeated your name a few times until it rolled off his tongue. With a roll of your eyes, you sarcastically reminded him that he had no idea who you were. "No, no! That's not true, I do remember you."

It didn't sting, really. You were well known amongst your peers in high school, but you wouldn't go as far to say you were popular. Steve was popular, and he was far too infatuated with Nancy Wheeler and obsessed with her little brother and his friends to have even noticed you. You didn't mind. After all, you had more important things to worry about right now, such as the full-term baby swimming around in your stomach.

"Wait," the boy's eyes watched you place a hand over your tummy. "Why are you at a party if you're pregnant? Isn't that dangerous?"

"Oh, I live here. With Robin. And I haven't been drinking. Well, only water."

"What- Robin has a roommate? Robin," Steve called out, turning around to find her. "You have a roommate? And it's not me?"

Three o'clock in the morning.

"But why didn't you ask me to be your roommate?"

"Steve, please, God."

"No, I wanna know why you didn't ask me, Robin, we're best friends."

"Steve, I didn't even-"

A scream. A horrendous, very alarming screech above the music.

Everyone immediately fled into the hall, where you were on your knees surrounded by a puddle. You gripped the doorframe so tight you felt as if your hand would go through it. The guests' wide eyes made you shiver. The more that you tried to breathe through your contractions the more overwhelmed you became, tears stinging in your eyes.

"Shit, what do we do?" Robin cried, looking for support from Steve, who was just as terrified as her.

"I don't know, dipshit! I've never delivered a baby!"

"She needs a hospital, like, now!"

Eddie Munson piped up from amongst the crowd. "No ambulances."

"Is anyone sober enough to drive?" Robin flailed her arms, frantically looking around for some sort of help. After thirty seconds of deafening silence, you bawled again through gritted teeth, digging your fingernails into the wall.

"Fuck it, I'll do it." Ripping Eddie's van keys from his jacket pocket, Steve volunteered.

"But Steve, you said you're over the limit," your roommate protested, but you shook your head.

"Either he drives me or I'm fucking walking. I am not letting any of you degenerates deliver my baby."

"Little harsh, but." Eddie huffed but began helping you up nonetheless. With Steve's help, they managed to lift you into the van and get you secured before Steve got behind the wheel.

Four o'clock in the morning.

If you weren't already petrified about giving birth, Steve's driving was definitely pushing you to that point. He was too afraid himself, and was profusely apologising for staying in second gear but refused to go any faster.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but I'm not going any faster."

"Steve. I honestly," a breath, "couldn't" another, "give a shit right now."

"You okay?" He turned to face you, rubbing your shoulder in attempted consolation.

"Steve, keep your eyes on the fucking road!" Just as you pushed his hand away from you, a stray dog bolted into the middle of the road. Screams of yours and Steve's echoed throughout the vehicle and he turned the wheel as much as possible, stamping his feet on the pedals to try to stop. Near missing the dog, Steve drove the van right into a streetlamp.

"Way to go, Harrington."

"Hey-" Another scream of yours cut him off. You reached for any part of him you could grab.

"Steve!" You gasped. "I can't wait any longer, you, you gotta help me." The boy couldn't deny your begging and he hurried to grab a blanket from the backseat and place it on the grass beside the crashed van. He helped you lay down on the blanket before grabbing another with the intent to wrap up the baby once delivered. You propped up your legs, spread them and reached out for Steve's hand.

Luckily, it only took a good few pushes to get the baby out. Once you did, Steve wrapped her in a blanket and placed her in your arms.

"You did so good, Y/N. She's beautiful." Steve gently squeezed your shoulder. "What are you going to name her?"

"Her name is-" Before you could finish, blue lights flashed from the road.

"This can't be good."

"Did you crash this vehicle?" A familiar officer stepped out the car and eyed Steve up and down.

"Yes, but-"

"I have reason to arrest you, young man."

"Wait, officer. Please," you pleaded, gesturing to the babe in your arms. His face softened immediately and he nodded subtly in your direction.

Five o'clock in the morning.

Steve paced in the foyer of the hospital, the coffee in his cup dancing thanks to his trembling hands. So much had happened all in one night, and Steve wasn't even the one who gave birth. He had never shaken so much in his whole life; not even when dealing with all that Upside Down shit. Though, being tipsy and almost getting arrested and delivering a baby might give fighting a couple of demodogs a run for its money. He was sure that the coffee had formed matchsticks in his eyelids so that they would close. He was exhausted.

That brought his thoughts back to you. Shit, you. How the hell did Steve have the audacity to be tired when you had just given birth? He wanted to slap himself for being so selfish.

Steve scrambled to place his coffee on the table, accidentally spilling some out of the cup, when he caught the eye of your doctor. "Excuse me!" He called out, placing his hands on his hips though not as a rude gesture. "Is she okay? Can I go see her? Y/N, I mean."

Six o'clock in the morning.

With the nurse's permission, Steve hurried to your ward, smiling when he saw that you were well, though you did look awfully tired.

"Hey, you. How you doing?"

"I'm good, just..." A yawn interrupted your words. "Just tired." Despite your exhaustion, you noticed Steve looking down at your baby girl, with a quizzical look on his face. "Her- The dad. He took off, soon as he found out."

He nodded slowly. "Can, uh... Can I hold her?" You wasted no time in handing her to him. Although Steve crashed the van with the three of you inside it, and almost got arrested, you trusted him. You couldn't imagine anyone else actually doing this for you; you would say Robin but the poor girl would likely have a panic attack if she even thought about driving.

"I always wanted to be a dad. I'd be the best dad," you watched with weary eyes as Steve crooned to your baby.

"Will you be her dad, Steve?" The sleepiness took over. "We can get married when it snows."

"Huh?" Steve turned to you in shock, but before he could say anything else, he saw your eyes closed and your lips parted. Your chest moved up and down gently. He couldn't wake you. Not when you looked so goddamn angelic.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

"Y/N, stop stressing, love."

"Steve, our daughter turns two tomorrow, how can I not stress?"

"Hey," your lover took your face in his hands. "You remember that night you gave birth to her? If you can get through that day, you can get through anything. I'm here for you, okay? I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Steve." You sealed your promises to each other with a kiss. He hurried upstairs to wake your daughter while you made her breakfast and set it at her high chair. "What is taking them so long?"

When you stood at the bottom of the stairs, all you could hear was your little girl giggling without pause, not even for breath. Steve was doing his 'evil' laugh that he only did when he was tickling her. The combined sound of their laughing swelled your heart in a way you have never felt in your life.

"Come and get your breakfast, children. Or I'll come up there and tickle both of you," you threatened with a smirk, grinning when Steve came rushing down the stairs with your daughter on his shoulders.

"Sorry, love." He pecked your lips whilst passing before sitting at the table, ready to eat.