#if i texted my doctor at 10pm and he CALLED ME BACK TO ANSWER i would have a fucking heart attack

[synco-arts]

hello doctor are you taking new patients

[tiktaalic]

Most shift of my life just happened. What if. Literally day one. You were told you will never ever get a positive shiga. Don’t even worry about the procedure because it will never happen. And tonight. After your supervisor went home. It happen. And you text him to ask what to do and he says idk look at the procedure. Procedure says call the health department IMMEDIATELY. this is not a 2 day notice or 24 hour notice this is IMMEDIATE as soon as you see it call. You have never called the health department before. You ask your supervisor if they need anything special (you are thinking some code your lab is registered or accredited under nationally that you do not know) he says. Idk check the clipboard that’s taped to the back of the micro hood. You spend ten minutes scrounging around the micro department for a clipboard anywhere (nowhere) on the back of a hood (all empty). This is because when you find it it’s a red binder in a book shelf. TASK PREREQUISITES NOW COMPLETE!

You call the number listed for the health department. Get sent to voicemail. You legally cannot leave a voicemail and HAVE to speak to a real live person to report this kind of bacteria. For After Hours Immediate Sensitivity Reporting Press Zero. Press zero. Robot says. Goodbye. Immediately hangs up on me. Get really confused. Call again. Robot voice. Goodbye. Really scrutinize the health department infographic. Find a different (after hours specific!) number. Call. No dial tone at ALL. no voicemail explaining everything. Just. Robot voice. Goodbye. Find ANOTHER number that by the looks of the call log is what people usually get in touch with. Whew. For After Hours Immediate Sensitivity Reporting Press Zero. 0? Goodbye. Google Redacted Health Departmnet. Call the office number. Finalyyyyyyyyyyy get an extension that works that is listed absolutely nowhere in any work documents. Guy I talk to says oh huh that shouldn’t happen. Didn’t know it was happening. I’ll have to call IT to look into this. Doesn’t matter to me! TASK 1/2 COMPLETE!

Now I have to call the doctor. Thank god we have a phone number for him! On a soreadsheet even! Hello. You’ve reached our office out of hours. FUCK! To speak with the on call for DOCTOR SO AND SO call X. Okay fine. Call X. Hi I’m calling about doctor so and so’s patient and oh my god I’m so sorry I need to put you on hold because the health department is on the other line. Get health departmnet shit straightened out. Get back on the line. The most annoyed woman you’ve ever spoken to answers. I’m the on call doctor. Great thanks sorry for the hold I’m calling about doctor so and so’s patient. Well he’s not in our office anymore. Ummm. Okay. I called his office which gave me the call center number which forwarded me to you. So. Most annoyed sigh in the world. I’ll take the result but here’s his cell phone number don’t call me again. OK! TASK DONE! Except. Since i had to call the health department about it I have to call them again to let them know that I have not actually spoken to the actual doctor. I have a whack ass slide review and whack ass UA and failed QC I need to troubleshoot and an Hbsag confirmation panel I need to set up by hand all waiting for me to get done with this fucking emergancy btw. And it’s 10pm which is when I usually shut down for the night to be done by 11pm when I’m off. AND JUST WHEN you THINK ITS ALL OVER. Peach still down

[hanajozo]

"Finding Purpose" Chapter 21

Gojo Satoru x Reader Fanfic

Gojo was in his apartment, sprawled across the couch, awaiting your arrival. You had told him you were going out shopping that evening and were going to drop off your purchases back at the school before heading over to his place.

However, it was getting a bit late and he hadn’t heard any word from you. No notice or heads up. You weren’t someone who was typically late like he was. You were always on time, if not always early. The time was about 10pm, you were supposed to be here at 9:30pm. A sinking feeling made its way into his gut. He didn’t like it one bit. Sure, you could have been held up by a late train or bus, but seeing how timely Japan was, it didn’t seem likely. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something had happened to you, though he told you to call him as soon as possible if you were in danger. 

Maybe you bumped into an old acquaintance or someone you knew and got carried away chatting? That wasn’t likely either, as mean as it was for him to think– you didn’t have many friends, and the chance that you bumped into someone like Shoko was slim. 

That being said, he whipped out his phone to give Shoko a call.

After a few rings, a sleep deprived Shoko picked up, “What do you want, Satoru? It’s late.”

“Hey Shoko… Are you with (y/n) by any chance?”

“No, I haven’t. Is something wrong?”

Gojo sighs, “She was supposed to be here over 30 minutes ago, she hasn’t texted or called me so I thought maybe she ran into you or someone and got carried away talking.”

“As much fun chatting away the night would be with (y/n), I haven’t seen her. Unfortunately I’m stuck with some fresh bodies in the infirmary for the night, the perks of being on-call.” The doctor replied, sarcasm dripping from every word that came out of her mouth.

“She was out shopping for some art supplies and was going to drop it off at the school before heading over. Could you check if she came back yet? She’s not answering my texts or calls.”

Shoko could hear the worry in his voice, “I’ll check her classroom and room real quick.” She hung up the call.

Gojo sat on the couch, the sinking feeling in his gut growing exponentially by the minute. He leaned his head back over the couch and closed his eyes to try and shut out the possibility that something had happened to you.

*ding*

10:21pm- Shoko: Satoru, she’s not here. 

“Shit…” Gojo mutters under his breath as he sees Shoko’s message. Shoko’s confirmation of you not having even returned to the school yet solidified his suspicion that something had happened to you. Though you hadn’t answered any of his texts or picked up any of his calls, he decided to try and call you one last time before going out to search for you himself.

To his surprise, the call goes through.

“(y/n)?”

No response, just the faint sounds of your irregular breaths make it through the phone.

“(y/n)? Hello?”

He hears a small sniffle, alarms starting to go off in his head. If you were crying, you weren’t okay. Still, he tries to get a response from you, even though he already knows the answer.

“Are you okay? (y/n)? Speak to me!”

After only hearing the sound of your panicked breaths for a while, while waiting for you to answer his question, he hears you clear your throat and barely manage to squeak out a few words.

“P…pick me up, p-please.. S-s-sator-u..”

Practically flying off the couch, he bolts to grab his coat, “I’m on my way, where are you? Send me your location, (y/n).”

He doesn’t hear you respond, but he sees the text message with your current location. “(y/n), i’ll be right there. Stay put, you’ll be okay.” Hoping that would be enough to reassure you, he hangs up the phone and heads out of his apartment and into the snowy streets of late night Tokyo.

When he started to get close to your location, he could sense a concentrated spot of cursed energy that only got stronger as he got closer to it. The feeling of cursed energy was not the only thing intensifying, so did a metallic smell that filled his nose. He quickened up his pace, almost running as fast as he could before he arrived at your location, where the cursed energy and the metallic scent of blood was the strongest.

Whatever he was expecting to see, he wasn’t expecting this.

Concrete walls, vending machine, and snow, all stained with a crimson that almost had a hint of purple to it.

The corpse of a strangely tattooed man dressed in a hybrid of hospital scrubs and traditional shrine clothing. A large gaping hole in his chest, his insides scattered around his body in the pool of blood he was laying in. Gojo crouched down to assess the strange man. He could tell that he was a curse user, judging from the type of residuals he had left behind. 

And then there was you.

Huddled up in the dead end of the alleyway, arms hugging your knees to your chest. You were visibly shaking, covered in blood, unlocked phone still in your hands. It was almost like you were frozen, besides the fact that you were wildly shaking in your state of shock. You kept staring at your phone, unable to register that Gojo was standing at the entrance of the alleyway. 

Something Gojo couldn’t ignore right off the bat was the thing that was… curled up(?) at your feet. The trail of blood led to you and the creature curse. He stepped over the corpse and walked over to you slowly, as to not startle you or the curse with any sudden movement.

Upon Gojo getting closer, the curse got up and gurgled at him, baring its many claws in a threatening manner, as if to warn him not to get too close to you. It seems that it could sense that he was very powerful, as was typical for being composed of cursed energy. Gojo stopped and crouched down to look at the small dog sized curse. He put his hand on his chin as if he was deep in thought and looked at you. You were still frozen, your body and gaze unmoving. He looked back at the curse.

Hmmmm….

He had a feeling it was protecting you. But why? And why did it look so strange? It’s appearance was almost that of a shikigami, but it was most definitely a curse.

Gojo reached his hand out to the curse, palm up, to try and show that he didn’t mean any harm to it or you. The curse gurgles again, before lifting up one of its many arms and poked Gojo’s palm with one of the claws. Drawing a tiny drop of blood from Gojo’s hand, the curse gurgles in satisfaction before moving to your side so that Gojo could get closer to you.

When Gojo’s hand touched your cheek, your whole body flinched and stared right into his eyes. His touch brought you out of that frozen state, but behind your eyes, he could see the fear still holding you back. You blinked a few times. Looking into his eyes, you try to speak but nothing comes out. Your brain and entire body felt numb as you got lost in Gojo’s eyes. 

You saw a man, albeit an evil one, get murdered and gutted in front of your eyes. You didn’t want to have to come to terms with that it was your fault. This small version of the curse that had almost killed you, you knew it was of your making. Maybe that’s why it put you into such an extreme state of shock. The painterly look of this curse existing in real space, there’s no mistaking it. It was your rendition of the curse that had almost killed you. It protected you, but it killed a person. The person being a curse user didn’t lessen the blow. They were still a person who was alive, but now they’re dead– because of a creation of your own making.

Unresponsive to anything he was saying, Gojo sighed. He pulled out his phone and called Shoko.

“Satoru, this is the second time you’ve called me tonight. What’s wro–”

Gojo cut her off, “Shoko, I have another body for you. I’ll get Ijichi to bring it in tonight. It’s not (y/n), don’t worry. She’s here, she’s okay, a bit shaken up, but I don’t see any major injuries on her.”

“Get them over here right now.” The doctor hung up on him.

He stands up, glances at the curse that was nestled into your side. He picks you up first, then bends down to pick the curse up and puts it in your lap. The curse deemed this acceptable, as long as it was with you and you weren’t in danger, it seemed docile enough.

Gojo looks over at the body. He pulls out his phone and calls Ijichi. 

A nervous voice comes through the phone, “G-gojo-san? To what do I owe the pleasure this late?”

“I’m sending you a location. I need you to pick up a body and bring it to Shoko right now. Afterwards, I need you to contact the cleaners. This is a messy and gruesome scene. I’ll fill you in on the details when you get to the school. Get on it. NOW.��� 

“Y-yes! Straight away, Gojo-san!” Gojo could hear the sounds of keys jingling and turning, along with the sound of the engine of Ijichi’s car starting up. Gojo hung up the phone and stuffed it back in his pocket.

With that sorted, Gojo teleported you and your little curse into the infirmary of the school.

[ipuckwithhockey]

Every New Beginning- M. Raffl

a/n: I couldn’t sleep last night so here’s almost 4k words of me missing Raff already. 

summary: You and Michael had a good thing going for nearly five years but when reality sets in you both start to think that all good things must come to an end. 

warnings: Swearing

When you left your patient’s room and headed to the nurse’s station you weren’t expecting to see a six-foot redhead waiting for you. Sure, he’s visited you at work occasionally and you don’t mind that he’s here now, but those visits in the past were always planned in advanced, were usually accompanied with a quick lunch, and didn’t take place at 10pm on a Monday. 

You met Michael a few years ago when you moved to Philly to start your residency at U-Penn’s hospital. You were just out of medical school and still focused on achieving your lofty career goals and Michael was in his prime playing for the Flyers. Neither one of you had any intention of settling down or putting in the time and effort required in a serious relationship and so the two of you fell into a casual relationship that consisted mostly of late-night activities after you were both done with your shifts. 

You were only twenty-five back then, and now you were pushing thirty. Eventually that casual relationship evolved into something more, and now you weren’t just fuck buddies, you were actually the best of friends. But even though you considered each other best friends neither of you ever made any move to solidify what the relationship that had spawned from late night texts had actually become. 

Your family and friends all wondered why you hadn’t settled down and they asked why you insisted on keeping a casual hook up around for almost five years when you were getting the age when a woman should be finding a man to marry. Michael’s family and teammates all pestered him for never making it official between the two of you, and never understood why he insisted that the two of you were just friends. But that’s all you were. You were friends. Friends that liked to have sex, friends that only thought of each other when anything particularly good or bad had happened, friends who spent the little free time they had with each other. 

And maybe the reason why you hadn’t ever stopped sleeping with Michael was because a small part of you knew you had feelings for him, but maybe it was also because you work nearly 80 hours a week and don’t have the time nor the energy to date at the end of the work day. 

Maybe the reason why Michael never tried to make you his was because he knew you were too good for him, too smart, and too beautiful. Or maybe it was because he had tried dating when he was younger and every girl he met was too annoying, too fake, or too greedy. Maybe the dynamic you had together was just too easy to ever change. 

But life isn’t fair, and just like the old saying, all good things must come to an end. 

“Hey! What are you doing here? Everything alright? You look perfectly healthy and I’m a pediatrician so if you’re sick, you’re in the wrong wing of the hospital.” You joke as you walk up to him where he’s waiting at the nurse’s station and you drop off some charts before turning your full attention to the man who had been patiently waiting for you. You still had your nose in your patient’s charts when you walked up to him, and so you hadn’t noticed the tired look in his eyes, and you hadn’t seen him nervously popping his knuckles as you approached. In fact, when you’re at work, especially during a long shift, you’re usually so focused on your patients that you don’t notice much of anything else in general. Which is why you had also missed the phone call and text that Michael had sent you hours prior, and the messages your friends scattered around Philly had sent with condolences and sentiments of shock. 

Michael knows now, with your lighthearted joke, that you don’t know. That you hadn’t seen his call or his text from earlier. And when he doesn’t say anything at first and you see that serious look in his eyes your attitude changes from lighthearted to concerned, “Is everything okay?” And while Michael knows that everything is not okay, he also knows that this isn’t a medical emergency, at least not one that can be fixed. 

“Yeah, I just wanted to come by before heading out.” He says, and even though he knows you don’t know, he doesn’t have the guts to come out and say it just yet. There’s a look of confusion on your face, “I didn’t think you guys left for the west coast until next week? Or are these 24 hour shifts finally getting to me?” You try and make light of the situation even though that look concern is still spreading across Michael’s face. 

“Yeah, the guys don’t head out until next Wednesday…” He says it and he can see the wheels in your head start to turn. That’s when you remember what day it is and your heart plummets. You’ve been working third shift, and you were two hours away from finishing your current 24-hour shift. The last 22 hours have been pretty hectic, and the thought of the NHL’s trade deadline had completely slipped your mind— until now. 

“Can um- Can we walk outside real quick?” You ask and you don’t really give him time to answer, instead you just head down the hall and out the side door to a small courtyard and Michael follows behind you. When you’re both outside, you’re still processing what he said when Michael interjects, “I’m just on my way to catch my flight. I wanted to come by to see you before I left.” 

You nod your head, and you don’t know what to say so you step into him and wrap your arms around his steady body and his arms wrap around yours, “Where are you going?” You whisper against his chest, and you focus on his heartbeat thumping against your ear. 

“D.C.” He says simply. That’s not too far you think. But you also knew that this was a possibility, him getting traded, and you know that his current contract ends this summer. He could end up anywhere in the league next year. 

“I’m sorry.” He says it as his lips place a gentle kiss on the top of your head and you let out a sigh before letting your arms drop from around him as you step back. 

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” and you say it just as simply. 

“Then why do I feel so guilty?” And that’s what breaks your heart. You’re both standing in front of each other, and after five years you know each other well enough to know that this thing between the two of you is more than just another friendship. And while you both hate yourselves for never making this what it could have been, you also know that it wouldn’t change what’s happening now. You were still working toward your goals and so was he, nothing about that has changed. There’s nothing to say in that moment, nothing either of you could say to make it feel like you haven’t wasted the last five years, and so Michael places his hands on either side of your face before bringing your lips to his. 

It’s a gentle kiss, and as your lips move slowly against his you know that this moment is full of words that neither one of you can speak. When Michael finally pulls away from you he sees the tears running down your face, and you try to to look away even though his hands are keep you steady in front of him. His thumbs gently run across your cheeks and you let your eyes close as he wipes away the tears you selfishly let fall. You know that this has to be harder for him. He’s leaving his life in Philly behind, his teammates, his best friends, and you. 

You bring your hands up to gently remove his from where they still rest on either side of your face, “You’re going to miss your flight.” 

He nods reluctantly in agreement, and he places on more kiss on your forehead before he turns to leave. Michael never was one for many words, and he doesn’t have to say it, you’re sure you know how he feels and you know he’ll miss you just like he knows you feel the same way for him. 

*

Two Years Later (July) 

You finally feel like you’ve settled into your new place, even though it’s been almost six months since you moved. Moving back home to Seattle was an easy decision, especially when one of the country’s best Pediatric Nephrology programs calls and offers you an attending position. 

You set out at an early age to be a doctor. In high school you decided you wanted to be a surgeon. In college you decided you wanted to go into pediatrics. In medical school you decided you wanted to study kidneys. Everything you wanted for your career had happened and now you’re a nephrology specialist and surgical attending at Seattle Children’s Hospital. 

You should be ecstatic. You should be over the moon that everything you thought you could ever want had happened. You should feel grateful that you get to live in the city you grew up in and that you can spend as much time with your family as you’d like. You should be happy, but you aren’t. 

After Michael was traded to the Capitals you stayed in touch, calling and texting when you could. You spent the night together when they played the Flyers for the last time that season, but when summer rolled around, and he signed a two-year contract with them you knew you couldn’t keep holding on to something that would never work. When you called to congratulate him on his contract, he could sense that something was off, he could hear in your voice that you weren’t yourself, and when he asked you couldn’t lie. 

You told him you thought that whatever was going on between the two of you needed to end. You embellished with some lies, telling him that you needed to be focusing on your work and that you were getting too old to have a fuck-buddy, especially when he was living 150 miles away, and when he started to protest you were quick to shut him down. You told him that you both knew that it couldn’t last forever and that it was okay because all good things must end, and as much as you tried to convince yourself that what you were saying was true, you knew that you didn’t believe any of it. You knew that you loved him and that you wouldn’t find another man that knew you the way he did. But you also knew that your worlds were only growing further and further apart. 

The next year or so was hard. You stopped returning Michael’s calls and you distanced yourself from anyone who was associated with hockey. You threw yourself into your work and your patients and before you knew it a year had passed. As much as you knew that you were only barely keeping your head above water, you also had no idea how to fix whatever mess you had made for yourself. You were thirty-one years old, married to your job, and single. Oh, and still in love with a guy you knew you couldn’t have. 

You weren’t sure what to do or if there was anything you could do, but when Seattle Children’s called and made you an offer you took it as a sign. Your parents were thrilled that you were moving home, and you thought that this was a change that you needed. Something to break up the monotony. Something to shake up your life and to help you get back on track. The excitement you had mustered up for your new position was met with an amazing medical program, but you still had that same empty feeling you had when you were back in Philadelphia. So, you did what you did best, and you continued to work your ass off. Morning, noon, and night you were working with patients and roaming the halls of the hospital, but when your shift inevitably ends you find yourself backing your apartment… alone. 

You’ve never been one for TV and now that you try to avoid hockey all together, you don’t usually watch any at all, but tonight you just felt an itch to reach for the remote that rests on your coffee table. You turn on some random sportscast in the background while you scroll through emails on your phone, and you almost miss it but your well-trained ears pick up on the familiar name. 

“Michael Raffl signing a one-year contract with the Seattle Kraken is probably the most surprising thing to come from this off season so far!” The moderator on the TV says and you have to shake your head as if to wake yourself from what feels like a dream. Your hand instinctively reaches for the remote to turn up the volume and you continue to listen to what the talking heads have to say. 

“You know, everyone thought he’d be retiring this year, he’s 34 and has a nice chunk of change in his bank account, I’m surprised he isn’t heading back to Austria.” 

“I think this could actually be a good signing for them. They need some veteran presence on their young team and Raffl brings experience and a solid presence on the third or fourth lines. He could really bring something different to their game.”

“They’re getting him for cheap too! It’s seems to me like he’s interested in the team or just wants to keep playing if he’s taking this kind of deal.”

You can’t believe what they’re saying. Michael signed a one-year contract in Seattle. And while you don’t keep up with hockey anymore, you remember from all the conversations you’ve had with him, he had already been thinking about retiring in a few years back when he was traded to the Capitals. Why would he sign a mediocre contract with a team on the other side of the country for one year? But you don’t let yourself go where your heart wants to take you. You’re sure he doesn’t even know that you’ve moved from Philadelphia and even if he did, you’re sure he wouldn’t have signed with a team just because you were going to be in the same city. 

It’s been two years. It’s in the past. 

*

Six Months Later (December 31st) 

You’re not sure what you’re doing here. You’re in dress that’s probably too short and too tight, and your feet are killing you. But you let your co-worker, Jen, drag you out for New Year’s Eve. She’s a twenty-seven-year-old Nurse from your department and while she’s sweet and fun, she’s also almost five years younger than you and her stamina for nights out is a lot better than yours. You spend most your time at the hospital and when you’re not there you’re with your family or opting for a nice dinner or quiet bar instead of crowded clubs and house parties. 

You’re sure that most of the people in this club are closer to Jen’s age than to yours, but you put a smile on your face anyway and try to have fun. Jen’s fiancé has been stuck to her side all night, and even though some of your single co-workers are out with you too, you still feel a bit out of place. After the fourth twenty-something guy approaches you, drunk, and with a not-so-charming pickup line, you’re ready to head for home. It’s just about 11:45, and you think that if you can get an Uber you can be home before the ball drops. 

You’re just about to make your move toward the doors when you feel a hand snake around your waist. The uninvited hand only adds to your desire to leave, but when you hear a familiar voice in your ear you stop dead in your tracks. The hand is still touching you and his body is now close against your back when you hear him say your name for the first time in years. 

You turn quickly and you swear you’re hallucinating but when your feet trip from your swift movement and he quickly steadies you with his arms, you know he’s really there. 

“Michael… Wh-What are you doing here?”  Nothing feels like the right thing to say. Michael isn’t sure what words to use either, even though he’s replayed this moment in his head a million times by now. He’s practically run through every possible scenario of running in to you. If it was in the grocery, surely it would happen in the frozen section. It would probably be around 1am and you’d both be there to grab a pint of ice cream. If it was at a coffee shop, you’d be ordering your usual latte with almond milk and he would be ordering his black coffee to-go. He even imagined it happening at one of his games. But when some of the young single guys finally got him to agree to come out tonight, he hadn’t thought about the possibility he would find you in a club in downtown Seattle on New Year’s Eve. 

“I live here.” He says it matter-of-factly over the loud music blaring around you and your first instinct is to say, “I know.” 

He knows that coming out here was a risk and he knows that it’s been two years and he knows that you’ve probably moved on, but hearing you say that you knew he had been here all this time and hadn’t reached out made his heart hurt with a pang of disappointment. And for a minute you’re just standing there with people rushing around you, and you’re not sure what you’re supposed to do. You’re not sure what this “moment” is for or why now of all times the two of you are faced with each other again after all these years. 

You decide you don’t have anything to say, and you just shake your head, “I can’t do this.” You say it quietly but bluntly before moving from his grasp and weaving through the crowd of people on your way to the door. When you make it outside you don’t realize that he’s followed you and when you reach the sidewalk you hear him call your name as he comes up behind you. 

“Wait. Please.” He begs as he reaches for your arm.  

“What?! What do you want from me?” You ask as your turn to face him, and it’s more of plead because you realize now, in the cool winter air that your chest hurts from heartbreak that’s two years old, and your mind is racing with what he could possibly say to make up for the seven years of avoiding those feelings. You’ve thought about what you would say to him if you ever saw him again, but now all those rehearsed lines have vanished and for some reason you’re angry. Angry with him. Angry with yourself. Angry that you’ve wasted over half of a decade loving him. 

He lets go of your hand and he anxiously runs his hands through his hair, and now, thankfully all those scenarios he’s run through his head are coming to true, “I just want you to know that I loved you.” He says but all you hear is past tense. “I loved you from the first night I met you. God. You were so smart I had no clue what you were talking about, but I knew I wanted to listen. I loved you for five fucking years and never had the balls to tell you.”

“And then reality set in and I got traded and you shut me out- And I don’t blame you for that either.” He interrupts himself. “I don’t blame you for getting tired of waiting or for knowing that you deserved more, and I thought that you were right, all good things have to end. And I really thought that I would get over it and that maybe I’d find someone who was half as good as you who would make me happy enough, but I never did.” His eyes are bright and searching yours for some indication that you’re hearing what he’s saying, but your facial expression hasn’t changed, and you stand there staring back at him blankly. “I never stopped loving you. And I know that it’s selfish but when I heard you moved and Seattle offered me a contract, I had to take it. If not for the opportunity to keep playing, then for a chance to at least tell you how I’ve always felt about you. How I feel about you now.”  

He’s still trying to figure out if you’ve heard anything he’s said but when you let a little laugh and shake your head in disbelief, he knows he’s too late. So he presses his lips together tightly, and lets his head fall in defeat as he starts to turn away from you. 

You’re so taken aback by everything he’s said. It’s like you knew everything he just told you all along, but hearing him say it aloud, hearing him mirror exactly how you’ve felt for the last seven years, you know that this is one of those moments that life gives you that you can’t pass up. And just as your mind is catching up, Michael is moving to turn away from you, but before he can turn his back your hand is gripping his shirt and pulling him into you. 

When your lips collide the weight that has rested on your shoulders for the last two years is finally lifted and your bodies sink into each other the way water fills an empty glass. You’re consumed in each other as your mouths reacquaint each other and your tongues dance together like they did so many years ago just as you hear the city around you counting down, “5…4…3…2…1… HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!” 

And when you pull apart from each other, his arms still holding your waist and your hands still in his hair, you take a moment to take each other in. He’s older now and the features of his face are deeper, but his eyes still make you feel warm and safe and happy. He swears you look the same as the last day he saw you in Philly, and the warmth of your soft skin against his hands and the way you still have that same sheepish look after he kisses you, makes him feel like that twenty-five-year-old kid he was all those years ago.  And yet, after all this time, now you finally know that every ending is just a new beginning. 

[ssa-daddyhotchner]

The Struggle of Loving You - Chapter 11

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Hotch texted me later that night but it was to tell me that we couldn't do anything later because he needed to deal with Hayley. She had wanted Jack that night but Hotch wanted him for one more day. 

Chloe ended up never coming home, it had been almost two days since the last time I saw her. 

I tried calling her but she never picked up. I was starting to get worried. 

I sat up from the couch and grabbed my car keys. I locked the front door behind me, going down the stairs and into my car. 

I drove out of the lot and to the house where that party was held. When I got to the house It looked the same as before, except for the student but that was expected. 

I walked up to the door and knocked a few times, waiting for an answer. When there wasn't one I tried to open the door, it was unlocked. 

Going inside I saw the same thing I had that night, people were on the floor but not as many as before. I carefully stepped around the bodies and there she was, passed out on the floor in the corner. 

I walked over to her and she was cold, I swear. 

Checking her pulse, it was weak. She was still alive but she needed a hospital. I gently picked her up and carried her outside. What the hell happened when I left. 

I was asking questions to myself, ones that only the people in that house knew.

Calling the ambulance I gave them the address and waited for them to arrive. 

When they pulled up the paramedics took Chloe but I told them about the other people inside. 

The majority of them were knocked out, some of them I remember seeing when I left. I rode in the ambulance with Chloe and made sure she was okay. 

Y/n - Just letting you know Chloe and I aren't going to be in class today

Hotch - Oh... ok can I at least have a reason. Mainly because there's going to be a decent amount of homework today

Y/n - She's in the hospital... I'm with her now just to be safe. Can you give the homework later

Hotch - Yeah I don't mind, I can come by the hospital later 

Y/n - Thank you

I put my phone away and was staring at Chloe. Her skin was very pale, the color had literally drained from her body. The doctors were running tests to see what the problem was. 

They didn't know what was wrong with the problem was for any of the students. I felt bad for leaving when I did, maybe I could've helped them... helped her. 

"How are we doing in here?", I looked up from her bed and saw her doctor walking inside the room. "She's still unconscious, I know you guys just took the tests but do you know why she’s like... this." The doctor flipped through the chart that he brought in with him. 

"She had a Blood Alcohol Content of 0.35. That level of intoxication can be fatal if she had continued to drink. We're giving her IV fluids to try and dilute the alcohol in her system but there isn't much we can do in this situation other than wait. 

It's good you found her when you did, she would've died of hypothermia if she'd been there any longer." 

The doctor walked over to the side of her bed and took her vitals checking her, heart rate, blood pressure, and o2 stats. He started going out of the room. "When she wakes up, let us know." 

I nodded and he left. I was left In the room with Chloe who after an hour or two got some color back. 

As I waited for either her to wake up or Hotch came by I sat in the chair next to her bed and turned on the tv. Trying to find something to watch at a hospital is so difficult when they only have a limited amount of channels. Giving up I shut the tv off and got on my phone. 

Seeing a text that Hotch was at the hospital. 

Already. It was nearing 10am meaning his class was already over. I felt a wave of guilt wash over me because I missed it but I shrugged it off when I saw Hotch come through the doors. 

"How's she doing?", was the first thing he said when he came in. I stood up going over to him, "Better, she almost died from alcohol poisoning, I knew she drank but not like this. Not this recklessly." He placed a reassuring hand on my lower back, "She'll be fine. I'm sure of it." 

"I know that... I just should've been with her, I left her at the party thinking she was going to stumble her way into the apartment like usual." 

"Don't blame yourself, I've done that enough in my life. It never turns out good." I sighed leaning into him, his hand rested on my hip. Hotch leaned down and pressed a kiss to my temple, we both tense realizing what he just did. I stayed in place and so did he, both of us nervous to move. 

We couldn't stay like that forever so I gazed up at him. He was already looking at me, we both softly smiled at each other and I pulled him closer. I felt the tension leave his body as he relaxed into my touch. 

He leaned down and whispered into my ear, "Add that to the things we need to talk about later." I nodded not saying a word. He stayed there with me the whole time I was at the hospital. Chloe never woke up and it was getting late. 

Hotch offered me a ride, because I rode in with the ambulance, my car was left at the house. He drove back to the house and dropped me off. "We are going to have that talk?", he handed me the homework he assigned as I got out of the car. 

"Yeah... we will. I wanna have that talk but before we can I- need to do some homework that my professor assigned for tonight." He looked at the road ahead then back at me. 

"Okay, just tell me when." 

"Got it", Hotch made sure I got to my car okay then drove off back home to be with Jack. I started the car and sighed. I had no clue what he even talked about in class, I was probably going to half ass it. 

I went home and tossed my homework on the bed. I walked in the bathroom and stripped my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror, seeing the cigarette burns from my parents. 

My fingers lingered the small burns then traveled to my temple, remembering the kiss that was left there earlier in the day. 

My lips turned upward at the thought. 

Stepping into the shower, I let the water wash over me. Grabbing the shampoo and massaging it into my hair. Getting the body wash and running it over my skin. Thinking about how I have more homework to do, how I have to get the work from my other classes. 

I got out and quickly brushed my teeth, it was 8:30pm. Having time to complete the work, I got changed putting on an oversized hoodie, some boy shorts, and turning on music. I sat on my bed and pulled out the papers.

 Laying out every sheet which wasn't a lot compared to the work I was going to get from the other classes. I took out my notes and started reading over them and comparing them to the questions flying through them. 

I understood this better than I thought I was going to. But just to be sure I called Hotch because he would know, obviously. Would he give me the answers... if I asked really nicely maybe. 

The phone was ringing, "What is it?"

"I need help on a question", he chuckled. "Which one?" I glanced over the paper, reminding myself of the question. "What was reflected from Ed Gein's crimes." 

"That's it why don't you look it up?"

"I don't want the internet help", I was flipping through my notes trying to find something. I didn't know much about Ed Gein. The only thing I 'knew' about him is he was the inspiration of Texas Chainsaw.

"You want my help", I could hear the grin that was on his face. He liked that I wanted his help. 

"Shut up", we both shared a laugh. He gave me the answer right after and we hung up the phone. I scribbled down the answer finishing the work. It was 10pm when I closed everything up, making sure the door was locked, windows were closed. 

I put my books away in my bag and laid down in bed. Sleep tugged at me but I was startled awake when someone knocked on my door. Groaning I stood up and dragged myself over to the door, opening it and saw the person standing in front of me. 

"Hi." 

[hwauas]

🎭: "her last hours"

kim hongjoong | 김홍중 - 1,220 words

if someone asked you, you would say that you're happy. and it wasn't a lie. you were married to Kim Hongjoong, and to you, he was your whole world. and you both had a lovely little girl. she was 4. and everything could have gone that well for the rest of your life.

if only things remained the same..

when you gave birth to your little one, doctors immediately took her away after cutting the umbilical cord. and you and Hongjoong get to see her only hours after.

the joy to hear your baby's first tears, you both didn't had it. the joy to have your little one against you once she's here, you didn't had it. the joy to see Hongjoong give her some warmth against his torso, you didn't had it.

all you had was her being taken away from you.

and once you got to meet her hours after, doctors told you about her health condition. you immediately bursted into tears. the day your little girl was born was both the happiest day ever and the saddest one.

how many times did Hongjoong found you crying on the couch, wondering what you did wrong during the pregnancy. and how many times did he said to you the same words, that you were an amazing mother, and you did great during the pregnancy.

even when he was tired from his long day of work as the leader of a 8-members boy group, he always did find time to calm you down. he always did be patient. and you were thankful.

lately, it became more stressful and difficult for you to deal with your little girl's sickness. aged 4, she started asking questions about herself and mostly her sickness that made her different from the other children. "mommy, why i don't have hair ?”, "mommy, why i need to see that much the doctors ? am i sick ?”, “mommy, you said we would go to see daddy, why aren't we going ? i can't go there because of my sickness ?”. each questions she asked you day after day just broke your heart a little more.

of course, you left your job to stay by her side all day long. because of her sickness, it was impossible for her to go to school. you had to teach her everything.

you knew Hongjoong was trying his best to come back early, to have days off as much as possible. but it was so hard for him that you were mostly the only one facing her questions.

you had to find the right words to tell her the truth without fucking up the time she had to spend on this earth.

today again, for the umpteenth time since your little one was born, you were in the hospital waiting for the doctors to give you news about your girl. hongjoong wasn't here. it was the first time he couldn't be here, and honestly, you weren't mad at him. since he was the only one to get a wage and since he was financially helping for everything, how could you be mad at him ?

he texted you to say he would meet you at the hospital as soon as he was done.

to be honest, you used to be optimistic for her, for this living part of you, for your little one. but this time, it was different. you knew her health was getting worse.

the sickness suddenly devastated more of your little one's body.

about two hours after your daughter left with nurses, a doctor you know unfortunately too well came up to you.

“Mrs Kim, i-... is your husband here ?” asked the doctor while looking around. you shook your head. “i would like him to be here. is he near ?”

you gasped, knowing it meant something wrong was going with your daughter.

“n-no, he is working. he won't be there for the moment, and to be honest, i don't know when he'll be done.” the doctor was about to leave, but you grabbed his arm firmly. “doctor, is there something wrong with my daughter..?” you asked worriedly.

you saw the man looking down to the floor, thinking about what to do. you begged for him to tell you what was going on.

“i'm her mother.. i need to know.. please..”

“i- i'm afraid we must keep your child here. we.. we think she won't pass the night.. i'm sorry..” the doctor said without looking at you. it was something really hard to understand as a parent.

for you, he knew it was almost impossible to hear it. and for himself, it was like a defeat. he became a doctor to save lives, not to announce upcoming deaths.

“n-no.. it can't be the end.. there is a way.. right doctor..?” you said through tears. when you got no answer from the doctor, you went to sit down on a chair. almost immediately, you bursted into tears. discreetly, the doctor left to go back by your daughter's side.

almost a hour after, you heard Hongjoong's voice calling your name through the corridor in front of you. he rushed to you, but stopped as soon as he saw your red eyes, puffy cheeks and the tissues in your hands.

“y/n, no, baby.. i'm sorry.. i should have been here..” Hongjoong spoke softly and sat next to you.

thinking about what you had to announce, you cried once again in his arms.

“l-love.. the doctor.. he s-said.. she might not pass the night..” you cried harder in your husband's chest. he immediately hugged you tightly, but you could feel his tears falling down on the top of your head.

“can we see her..?” he asked minutes later, when he wasn't too ravaged by the tears.

you nodded, adding that you waited for him to see her. you both stood up, and asked for her room. you tried your best to not cry as the sight of her weak little body. she seemed to be happy to see you both here, and it was all that matters.

“hey little one..~” you said weakly. you tried your best not to cry when she asked for a hug, first from his father she used to miss so much.

“daddy, mommy, you know that i love you, right..?” this time, some tears escaped your eyes, and from Hongjoong's too. it was like she unconsciously knew what was happening.

“we love you too, princess. to the moon and back. you know that ?” your husband said.

“thank you for everything, mom. and you too dad..” she added weakly.

when your daughter asked for you too, you joined them into the hug.

you all stayed there. enjoying the last time all together. you took photos as a last memories with her.

when 10pm went, you were laid in the bed. your strong girl between you both. you were done telling her his favourite fairy tale.

“daddy, can you sing for me please ?”

“sure love..~”

“good night mommy. good night daddy. i love you. see you tomorrow..~” she said, and got confortable to go to sleep. Hongjoong started to sing something he wrote for her little girl.

and that's how your baby closed his eyes, fell asleep and, sadly, never opened them again.

this was the story of Kim Soobi.

[lovemesomesurveys]

What's your sleeping position? I sleep slightly turned to my left and propped up. How much did you spend the last time you went to a restaurant? I haven’t been to a restaurant in almost a year now, but I spent over $50 recently getting food from a restaurant delivered. I love the convenience of Doordash, but damn it’s expensive. Are caterpillars more cute or disgusting? Sorry, but I don’t find ANY bug cute. I’m afraid of all of them and find them all gross. I’m sure they’d say the same about me, so it’s mutual. Ha. Who started the conversation between you and the person you're currently texting? I'm not texting anyone right now. How long have you been on the computer? Over an hour this current session. I was on earlier, but got off to eat and stuff. Or do you mean how long total in my life? I’ve been using computers since I was in kindergarten in school, but my family and I got our first computer when I was 9. That’s when it really took off for me and I’ve been hooked ever since.

Whose birthday is coming up? What's your relation to them? My brother’s is next month. Have you ever had an argument with another survey-taker/maker? Nooo. The survey crew on here are awesome. Where is the farthest you've traveled this month? The only place I’ll be going is to my doctor, which is like a 5 minute drive away. What is somet​hing you wish you had more of? Energy. What is your state/province/region known for? I feel like when people think of California, they think of beaches and Hollywood. Have you ever had to spend the night at a hospital? Yeah, I’ve had to spend months in the hospital.  Do you put shopping carts back into their designated spot in the parking lot? I don’t use shopping carts because it would be hard for me to push and wheel myself at the same time, but yeah my mom always puts back the one we use. What is the population of the city you live in? *shrug* It’s a lot. What is the most common name you are called other than your given name? Steph or Sis. What's your homepage when you bring up the internet? Well, I keep my windows open and whatever I was on last, which is generally Tumblr and YouTube (I both because I have two windows open side by side so I can watch YouTube and do other things), is the first thing I see when I open my laptop. Google is my homepage, though, it’s what pops up when I open a new tab or window. Was the last book you read for fun or was it for some type of assignment? For fun. I love to read and do a lot of it. Have you accomplished any goals you set for yourself this year so far? I haven’t set any, but we’re barely a little over a week into the new year. What was the last thing to annoy you or make you upset? It just sucked because I slept in until like 5PM yesterday and with my family’s different schedules and just kind of doing our own things at that time (my dad was busy and my brother was relaxing and probably taking a nap cause he had to get up early for work the past two days and today as well), I hardly saw or spoke to anyone. My mom had been gone hours before I got up and hours after because she had to get stuff ready for our family friend who flew back home today that she’s a caregiver for and then go pick her up and help her get settled in at home and it ended up taking a long time. By the time she got home she just quickly ate and had to go to bed because she has to get up super early for work. :/ So yeah, I didn’t even really get to see or talk to her at all. My brother had to go to bed early, too, and my dad always goes to bed early, so I’ve been up alone since like 10PM and that’s early. Generally, my mom and brother stay up later than that. I have my whole nighttime routine where I just do my own thing and I like it, but I like being able to see and talk to my family before during the day, ya know? My nighttime alone time routine doesn’t start usually until like after midnight, so yeah 10PM was really early. Being that I did that the night before as well and sleeping in so late and hardly seeing/taking to anyone yesterday... it’s been a lot of alone time and I’m feeling kinda lonely. But whatever, I’m doing my nighttime routine and about to make my ramen and then probably just go to sleep. Have you ever been ditched by someone only to find them out and about with someone else? No, I didn’t end up seeing them, but I found out later that they ended up doing something else. How old were you when you had your wisdom teeth removed? Like 16, I think.  What’s the last song you sang out loud? I don’t remember at the moment. Have you ever dated someone you met online? No. Do you wish you were taller or shorter? “I wish I was a little bit taller.” 🎶 What time did you go to bed last night? I crashed around 5AM, which is early for me. I didn’t even remember falling asleep. Do you think you’re fat? No. I’m actually too thin and underweight. Do you have a pet cat? Nope. If you had to get up at six AM tomorrow morning, would it be painful? I’d be up anyway since I generally stay up until like 7 or 8AM. That’s been my messed up sleep schedule the past year for whatever reason. Are you happy with life at the moment? No. I think that’s been made abundantly clear to anyone who has been following me and reads my answers. Would you go on a date with someone right now if they asked? Nooo. Do you believe that if you want something bad enough, you’ll get it? You gotta put in the work and effort, too. What was the last thing you watched on the TV? King of Queens. What do you hear? An ASMR video. What’s the last beverage you had? I just drank some of my Starbucks Doubleshot energy drink. Who came over last? We haven’t had anyone over since the pandemic hit. Are you thinking of getting another piercing and, if so, where? Nope. How many phones have you gone through? I’ve had like 7 or 8. Have you always lived in the house you currently reside in? No, we moved here about 10 years ago. Do you own any band tees? Yeah, I have 3 Linkin Park shirts, a Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt, and a couple Nirvana shirts. Do you like to drink wine? No. Or any alcohol. Do you think your future will be a good one? :/

[iwritefanficsometimes]

I am having a bad night. Bonus points to anyone who can guess why. It’s actually very obvious, but I’ll still give you bonus points. Here’s an ironstrange short nothing thing that made me happy to write.

College AU. Pre-Ironstrange get together. <800 words.

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Tony trudged up the stairs of Stephen’s apartment building, tired, lugging an overnight bag and a his backpack with him. Stephen’s apartment building was nice, but not nice enough to have an elevator. It was fine. Tony was fine. It was midnight and Tony was feeling attacked by stairs, but it was fine.

He called Stephen rather than knocking on the door, and when he answered without any grog in his voice, Tony felt a little bit better about showing up unannounced.

“Tony? It’s kind of late for a phone call, and we’re not really on booty call terms.” The tone of Stephen’s voice is amused, which is good because it’s probably about to get a hell of a lot less amused.

“Yeah. Hi Stephen. Will you come open your door for me?”

“Open my.. Tony, are you outside?”

“Yup. My roommate is being a dick and I swear, if I spent one more minute with him I’m gonna do something that’s going to get me a serious arrest record.”

“As opposed to your unserious arrest record.”

“Yes exactly. Please can I stay the night?”

The door to Stephen’s apartment was already opening when Stephen said, “Of course you can.”

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“Did you seriously bring an air mattress?”

“Yes. This isn’t the first time I’ve done this. Except I used to just keep it at Rhodey’s. But Rhodey had to go off and be an Air Forcer.” Tony rolled his eyes as he turned on the self-inflating air mattress, even though he was actually really proud of his best friend.

“You just… have bad luck with roommates, don’t you?”

“In their defense, I think I might also be a terror to live with.” Tony shrugged and pulled his laptop out of his bag. “Luckily for me, I also have friends who can handle me in small doses.”

“Speaking of friends, why didn’t you call Pepper?” Stephen asked as he settled back into his desk chair for another long night of studying.

“I’m only allowed to call Pepper after 10pm for actual emergencies.” Tony ran a hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes. “Speaking of emergencies, my contacts have been in my eyes for going on 16 hours.” He started rifling through his bag for his contact case and solution, and Stephen pointed his thumb behind him to the adjoining bathroom. Tony acknowledged him with a quick “thanks” and left the room to free his eyes from their accessibility torture devices.

When he came back Stephen glanced at him over his shoulder and did a double take.

Tony. Was wearing glasses.

Tony… was wearing glasses.

It shouldn’t have been a big deal. But it was.

“What? Did I ruin your image of me? Does this mean booty calls are off the table forever and always?” Tony pushed the specs up his nose semi-defensively and Stephen blinked some of the stupid out of his eyes.

“Um, no, not at all. I mean. Wait, what?”

“So, no booty calls in my future?” Tony sat down on the air mattress, pulling his laptop back into his lap. “That’s probably the most important question.”

“I didn’t even know booty calls were an option.” Stephen finally said when Tony just kept waiting for an answer.

“I mean, booty calls are always an option, they’re just not always a very good option.”

“I can’t believe we’re talking about this.”

“Well, believe it, doctor man. It’s the truth.”

Stephen sighed and decided that the smart thing to do was just to let the subject drop. He went back to reading his text books in preparation for the next day’s exam and Tony did whatever it was Tony did on his laptop that Stephen couldn’t know about for clearance reasons.

“So you never answered my question.” Tony said after longer than any reasonable human being would have waited to broach the subject. “Are the glasses a dealbreaker?”

Stephen looked over his shoulder at Tony, who looked nonchalant enough that he almost didn’t look like he’d asked the question. “I didn’t think there was any deal to be broken, but no, the glasses aren’t a deal breaker.”

“Cool.” Tony said, but Stephen could tell that Tony was trying very hard not to show a smile.

Huh. Well. Maybe there could be a deal.

[kpop---scenarios]

Lost In The Stars (6)

Warning: Violence

Word Count: 1.5 

A/N: I'm sorry it's shitty, I tried. Lol

“What the actual fuck" Hoseok hissed as he replied his managers words through his head. He couldn’t understand what went through that girls head, other than she was clearly delusional. Hours ago she had just been here trying to sell that story to him and he called her out on her lies. So what was the motive here? 

 “She was just here” you chimed in. “A few hours ago, trying to tell Hoseok he was the father". His managers eyes went wide. 

“Why didn’t you tell me! I’m supposed to handle this shit so it doesn’t get out like this" 

 “I didn’t tell you because I had thought I handled it. If she is pregnant, I’m not the father. I didn’t sleep with her. “ Hoseok explains. “I thought I got rid of her when I called her out on this bullshit.” 

 “Well you didn’t. I need to do some serious damage control" he sighs, answering his phone with an angry Hello. Walking up to Hoseok, you wrap your arms around him as you hear your phone buzzing non stop. You bury your head into his neck as you let out a small groan of frustration. What now? You drag your feet to the side table to pick up your phone. Opening it up, you’re astonished at the amount of texts, calls and mentions you had received. Most of the messages were from your friends and family, asking you what you had gotten yourself into and if everything was true. Confused you opened your twitter account, only to see your name being dragged through the mud because of two tweets, from one lying psychotic bitch.  

Your stomach sank as you read the things these people who didn’t know you were saying. You hadn’t done anything wrong, but you were a nobody, so who would believe you? 

 “Hoseok..” you whisper, scrolling through the mounds of hateful messages. He walks over to you, just before you drop your phone. He grabs it, only reading maybe one tweet before tossing it aside and embracing you. 

 “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll fix this. I promise” Hoseok whispers in your ear. 

 As much as you want to believe him, you’re not sure if he will be able to fix this problem. 

 ** 

 A few hours later, you’re laying in your bed, scrolling through your phone, looking at all the tweets that are still being posted about you. Your heart hurts as you read them, you’re not that person. You would never wreck a relationship had they actually been in one. Hoseok had left, his manager wanting him to meet with a PR person to come up with a statement to release about the whole situation. You glance at the time on your phone, seeing it was almost 10pm and you knew Hoseok would be home much later, you decided to just close your eyes and try to dream about something else, anything else but this nightmare that you were currently living. A few hours later, you’re awoken by the sound of things crashing in the living room. You sit up in your bed, your heart racing as you hope its Hoseok just being angry. 

Getting out of your bed, you slowly creep to your door, opening it slightly hoping to see whoever it was through a crack in your door. Unfortunately you had no such luck with seeing anyone, so you sneak out of your room, quietly creeping down the hallway. As you peak around the corner you see an unknown man standing in the living room, his body shaking seemingly with rage. Before you can creep back into your room to lock the door, he spins around, locking eyes with you. Even from a good distance away you can see the rage in them, the darkness. You gasp as you turn to run back to your room. He acts quickly chasing after you. You get to your room, but not in time before he grabs a fist full of your hair, yanking you back towards him, wrapping his arm around your neck. You fight as he drags you back to the living room, his arm tightening around your neck making it hard to breathe. Once in the living room, he releases you, tossing you to the floor with a hard thud. 

 “What do you want!” You cry, your arm aching from landing on it funny. 

 “What do I want?” he chuckles. “I want you to suffer for what you did to my beloved Mia. How dare you take her babies father away from her.” He snaps. 

 “I didn’t! They were never together. It’s not even his child, if she is even pregnant" you yell. 

The man chuckles. “She would never lie about that. She’s amazing and truthful, unlike you, you lying slut" he snaps, stomping towards you. He brings his leg back, swiftly kicking you in the stomach. You gasp for air, as he knocked the wind out of you while also hitting your ribs. “You’re going to pay for what you did to her. And I’m not going to be the only one to do something to you.” He bends over, grabbing your by the hair again, your scalp tender from before. 

He yanks you up, facing him, bringing his hand back, he slaps you hard across the face. Your tears falling from your eyes as your cheek burns from the hit. 

 “I didn’t do anything" you sob. He brings his hand back again, ready for another hit. Before he manages to land one, you bring your knee up, connecting with his stomach causing him to falter back, bending over to catch his breath. You take this chance to run to your room but he recovers quicker than you expected, running after you. You make it into your room, he slams the door open with his shoulder before you get a chance to close the door fully. Diving, he grabs a hold of your ankle, pulling you to the floor, making you hit your head on the hard floor. The man shimmies his way on top of you, raising a fist this time, landing a blow on your face, almost knocking you out. 

The man lands a few more hits and kicks to your stomach. You hear and feel your ribs breaking for sure, something now not right inside you. You cry out in agony, praying for Hoseok to get home soon in your head. Like magic your prayers are answered as you hear Hoseok’s voice calling for you from the living room. Hoseok's stomach sinks as he looks around the room at the broken glass on the floor. 

 “Help!” he hears you scream. He quickly runs to your room, seeing a man ontop of you. Hoseok grabs the man by the back collar of his jacket, pulling him off of you in one quick motion. 

 “What the fuck do you want” he growls. 

 “Justice for Mia you piece of shit" the man snaps, trying to fight his way out of Hoseok’s hold. 

 “Y/N, call the cops" Hoseok yells. You do your best to scramble your way to your phone, still laying on the side of your bed, your body in so much pain. With shakey hands, you unlock your phone, quickly dialing 1330. “

1330, what’s your emergency?” the woman asks. 

 “S-someone broke into my apartment” you stutter and cry. 

 “Are you injured? Do you need an ambulance? What’s your address ” she asks. 

“Yes, I think I have a few broken ribs” you cry, your body feeling weak, you’re out of breath and dizzy. “My address is.. *your address* “Officers are on the way” she tells you. 

“is there anyone with you?” 

 “My.. my boyfriend just got home and has him pinned down" you say, trying to keep your mind right and your eyes open. 

 “They’re almost there, stay with me" she says. 

You wheeze into the phone. “I think.. I think I’m going to…” you say, passing out before you can finish. Before Hoseok can react, he hears yelling from the living room, the police had finally arrived. 

 “In here” he yells. The officers come into the room, Hoseok releases the man as the police handcuff the man, yanking him up. The paramedics rush in with a stretcher, loading you up swiftly. Hoseok doesn’t care about anything but you, leaving the mess for later or the cleaning ladies. Hoseok holds your hand the entire the entire time, his head leaning against your hands as he whispers quiet apologies to you, regretting that he wasn’t there to help you or protect you. They rush you into the hospital, the doctors rushing to you immediately. They quickly examine you. 

 “She has massive internal bleeding and a punctured lung. We need to get her into surgery now" the doctor yells, pulling you away from Hoseok and begind doors he wasn’t allowed to enter. Hoseok sinks to the ground, his heart breaking. This was all his fault. He put you in this danger by being stupid and not admitting his feels for you when he knew they were there. 

Now you were facing emergency surgery and he couldn’t do anything to help you. The only thing he could do, was take down Mia. And there was no doubt about it, he was going to destroy her. 

[jennsmischievousmind]

EXSOMNIS 

 Chapter 8 - Don’t die on me [END]

Exsomnis: Wakeful, Vigilant

Summary: Fresh Doctor out of residency you didn’t expect Conyers to be this uneventful until everything happened at the same time. From the outset, an odd meeting with what seems like a steadfast Detective but it was only the beginning.

Notes: English is not my native language, I’m trying to get better at it, please be indulgent.

Based on the movie Prisoners by Denis Villeneuve (so I don’t own any of the OG characters) if you haven’t seen it, I recommend you do (maybe before reading) :) The story takes place before and through the event in the movie.

Snow was falling at last, the head nurse Joan greeted you with a chill.

“I hate snow.” She declared gazing outside

“Makes me nostalgic somehow … even tho I’m freezing my ass out.” You giggled at your sentence, letting your coat dropped from your shoulders, removing your beanie.

A brake squeal made you look back outside as you were about to go get change. A blue beacon flashed outside lighting up the snowy night sky. Adrenaline rushed into your body like it knew something big was happening. A shadow rushed into the doors.

“HELP!! HELP!! “Y/N” HELP!!” you ran to him, letting your stuff drop to the ground and grabbing the fragile body of Anna instead, eyeing with horror Loki’s bleeding face as he collapsed on his knees.

“HE NEEDS A DOCTOR NOW!!!” you yelled as you ran to the first med bed on your way, putting the little girl on it. You had to trust your co-worker with Loki, while you concentrated on Anna.

“Blood samples, toxicology, gastric lavage, let’s start with that.” Two nurses and you busied around the unconscious kid.

Joan had her family called immediately, 20 minutes later her mother and brother were there, in tears. She was still unconscious, a tube in her nose washing out her stomach.

As you predicted it, Anna being tinier than Joy, she had more trouble getting through it, but after a few stressing hours she was finally stable.

Her mother never leaving her side, you came back in the morning, to check her vitals, Mrs Birch and her daughter were there,

“She’ll be moved to the Pediatrics as soon as there is a place. Let me know if you need anything.“ 

It was 8am when you finally had your break.

 “Joan, ’m going upstairs a few minutes.”

 “Copy that” the head nurse answered

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“Hi, can you tell me the room Detective Loki’s in please” you asked at the second floor's desk.

“Room 38, Doctor.”

“Thanks”

Approaching the room you saw him sitting on the bed reading the newspapers, you quietly watch him, leaning on the door frame.

“Hey tough guy” you softly spoke

His tired look posed on you, a tight smile appeared on his lips.

“Hey doc'” his right eye was tumefied, injected with blood.

“Before you ask, Anna’s fine” he nodded sighing “well-done officer” you entered the room, pumping a dab of antibacterial gel in your hands from the dispenser.

 “May I?” you looked at his stitches on his forehead.

“Still treating your patient even if he’s been a complete ass to you?” he shyly asked

“Indeed you were … glad you admit it.” you started removing the adhesive.

“I’m … you’re probably tired to hear me apologizing, he scoffed, I shouldn’t have lashed out on you, I have no excuse.”

“Remember when I said “you better not get shot?” you inquired, changing the gauze from his adhesive plaster and the subject at the same time.

“I’ll make it up to you … somehow..” his eyes searched yours, but you were concentrating on your task.

“You better keep your word this time.” you practically ordered.

“Yes ma'am.” Both of you adorned a light smirk.

Focusing back on his face, you cursed the shooter for making his eye red instead of his perfect blue.

“It was close…” you whispered, he reached for your hand on his cheek, holding it there. You brushed the nape of his neck and his hair gently, he tiredly smiled closing his eyes.

“Hm Detective Loki?” you took a step back and look as Mrs Dover and Mrs Birch with their own daughter came in the door frame.

“I hope we’re not intruding…” Mrs Dover pushed her daughter’s wheelchair in the room.

“I’ll let you to it.” you smiled at him softly, because you knew he didn’t like being thanks for doing his job, even more, when he thought he had been shitty at it.

You waited by the main desk, making yourself useful while waiting, eventually eavesdropping, mostly hearing Mrs Dover tell Loki that her husband didn’t contact her and that he is a good man. Part of you understood what she meant and you were sorry for her that it turned out this way. Sorry for Keller Dover too, that this situation led him to blind madness.

“He has found them!” Erin bumped into you a grin on her face. “He is great!”

“Hm … you were not such a fan of him yesterday..” crossing her arms and leaning on the desk she shrugged at your saying. “We should celebrate! Asap!”

“I’m all in.” you bumped your fists discreetly.

“See you tonight then?” Your eyes went to Loki’s room “Or … you have something else in mind…?” She added, her gaze following yours.

“I ..I don’t know, your hands went to your blouse’s pockets. I’ll let you know later…”

“Doctor, you’re blushing.” She pinched your cheek like a kid.

“Shut up!” Slapping her hand away from your face, she laughed and made her way to the lift.

“Dr Y/L/N, you straightened, Detective Loki is asking for you.” the nurse at the desk informed you.

A giggle coming from the lift’s corridor made you rolled your eyes.

[…]

“So, do you mind!?” He was ready to get discharged.

“Hm!?” Inquiring, your head tilting, following his back muscle through his t-shirt.

“Scars …”

“Why are you asking?” Still not getting it and deeply focused on his back. “Oh …, you cut him finally remembering the first times you flirted, … I do not mind at all!”

He lightly laughed at your reaction and you followed. You were standing next to the entrance, he reached for the door closing it, making you step back against the adjacent wall, caging you. The first time in a while you were finally together alone.

“We should… you inhaled as one of his hand layed low on your back and the other on your rib cage, his body enclosing yours. His chest under your eager hands rising and falling a little faster. All the tension between you two remerging at the simple touch of each other. “We should squizz the dinner date … !”

“Hm hm” he nodded leaning closer, his lips hovering across your cheek and down your neck.

Gazing at the ceiling, as he nuzzled his face in the crook your neck, you silently hope that for once nothing would interrupt the moment.

“I should have done that the day you were in my car, before everything went down” his lips nearing yours, you couldn’t focus on his features anymore the closeness making everything blur, you clutched desperately at his shirt. You felt his hands pull closer … as close as physically possible. 

His hand slowly reached your cheek while the other rest low on your back, holding you tight against his body.

His lips grazed yours, the kiss was soft at first but intensify real quick as soon as you both let the desire you felt for each other flowed into you, the tease, the angst during these weeks unleashed in this heated kiss.

His lips left yours as he breathed in, and with a fervent urgent need he crashed it back onto your soft soon sore’s one. Knotting your fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against you.

Both out of breath, your lips rested against his temple as he leaned his face in your neck, fingers ruffling his hair gently down his neck and spine it sends shivers through his all figure.

“I have something to do first, but .. can I see you later?”

“Mr. Dover?”

He only nodded and you understand it wasn’t completely over until Mr.Dover was found. You felt a pang in your stomach, the moment was gone, it felt like Loki was gone too again, he might have felt it as he reached back for your hands, bringing them back to his chest.

“I’m not letting you down this time, I … want this …” his thumb brushed along your lower lip.

“My shift is over in around, gazing at your watch, … 2 hours, …”

“I’ll call you when I’m done..” 

You nodded, retouching your hair in case you were a mess after this little make out. You thought of Erin “no shenanigans”  and smiled. 

“What is it?” he wondered

“Erin, she kinda predicted this ..”

“Too bad we didn’t realise her prediction sooner.” he opened the door for you, you ended up face to face with Erin and Captain O’Malley

“Detective Loki, your Captain came to visit ..” Erin said matter of factly, eyeing the both of you, you saw her smirk. 

“Captain O’Malley.” you saluted coldly, he mumbled a salutation as you passed by him. 

“You’re released already?” he asked Loki who sighed

“We still have someone missing and the report won’t write itself.” he shut him down

“Yeah yeah, after that I’m putting you on forced holidays.” he pointed at him “Like I said find a girl, have some kids I don’t know.” 

Suddenly Erin snorted loudly, she was still beside them. She excused herself, as she tried to avoid you at the main desk, you swatted her butt with a file. She hopped at the hit, rushing down the elevator. Gazing at Loki, he was already looking at you. 

[END] 

alternative end if you want more

Waking up with a start, you look around.

“Home, right.” patting your cover absentmindedly, your hand found your phone. 

“shit!” It was 10pm already, no missed calls, only texts, Rachel, your parents … you frowned, a knot in your stomach. “Well, we’ll see.” you rearranged your bedhead, settled in the kitchen with the med students’ theses you had to review and started working. 

Eating and still reviewing theses, the doorbell rang, putting away the bowl full of dried fruits you head for the door, a thesis in hand.

 “Yeah?” you opened without looking

“You’re reckless!” a deep voice spoke

“Hm?” finally looking up, you smirked.  “Part of my charm. Thanks”

 He shook his head in disbelief. 

“Come in, it’s freezing.” you went ahead to the kitchen isle, gathering the theses. 

“Coffee?”

“I’ve found him…Dover.”

You stopped rummaging the sheets “is he ..”

“He’s alive, Alex’s..fake aunt had abducted him too. Drugged and dump in a hole in her front yard.”

“Is he going to see Anna? .. I know what he did was wrong on so many levels. But it’s his daughter..”

“I don’t know, he might go to jail immediately after recovering.”

You sighed. “Well, at least he’ll know she’s okay.”

He nodded taking a seat across you around the isle. A silence fell…

“Hungry!? I have… some prep meal … makes me sound pathetic ….”

“Need assistance Doc?” He countered playfully.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Sounds good to me… I’d gladly eat something.”

"I'm not the best cook, just so you know"

Loki seemed to relax, talking about everything but work on both sides, soon 1am stroke. He yawned first.

“Sorry, I should go.” He started standing, stretching his body.

“Like I’m letting you drive in your state. You’re staying here.” Pushing him down his seat.

“Can’t say no to my doctor.” He smirked, seizing your waist, you rested on his thigh.

“You better.” He leaned in, swiftly kissing your lips, hands slowly brushing each others body. “You .. need to sleep..” you mumbled, his lips left yours.

“Yes ma'am.”

You finally led him to your room, keeping yourself at bay as much as your willpower was letting you.

Leaning against him, you both find it hard to resist each other but the slumber was stronger. He soon fell asleep, surprisingly you followed, your body was still tired from the hospital shifts.

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Elbows on the counter, 4am on the clock, you were drowsily drinking water until you heard a noise.

“Oh my..!” you gasped loudly your knees almost giving up on you

“You forgot I was here?” he tried to sleek is hair back

“Yeah .. sorry..“ you giggled nervously hiding your face into your hands. Feeling his hands on your middle you straightened inhaling, he softly kissed your exposed shoulder blades. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Thank you Y/N.” he whispered along your shoulder. 

Thanks to everyone who has read Exsomnis, by far my favorite story for now. Feedbacks are always welcome, no better way to get better than listening and applying some constructive critics.

[sincerelynamkook]

Philosophy 101

Professor Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Tease/Angst Word Count: 1409

Namjoon is your philosophy professor during the day but your fuck buddy at night. You love to challenge him both in and out of the classroom.  

Just an FYI, this a one-shot...I may continue it later if I feel like it lol.

The squeak of the door opening takes your attention away from reading the text message you just received. The air crackles with a sense of dominance as he walks inside, heels clacking on the old hardwood floor of the lecture hall. His light brown hair is slicked back, but a few unruly hairs fall over his forehead and paired with the black thick rimmed glasses he’s sporting, he reminds you of Clark Kent. 

One of his hands is in the pocket of his black slacks while his other hand holds his black messenger bag and his phone. He looks towards the seats looking for someone in particular. He finds you in the 4th row and you notice his eyes look down at your phone in your hand. When his eyes come up to meet yours, his jaw clenches signaling he’s none too happy with what you sent him before he walked into the hall. 

It’s not your fault he started this little game last night when he denied you your pleasure over and over again. You’re never one to back down from a challenge, instead you’re always pushing his limits to see how far he can go. 

Smirking, you look down at your phone to read the text he sent you,

“Keep the challenge out of my classroom, otherwise I won’t take it easy on you.”

If he thought this would defer you from challenging his intellect in front of 100 students, well he obviously doesn’t know you. 

Grabbing a piece of chalk from his bag, the same chalk he used yesterday when he drew a line from your neck to your belly button and then denied you the pleasure of his tongue, he starts to write on the board.

“Why do humans desire to defy physics?” His deep voice sends goosebumps crawling down your arms as you remember all the things he’s whispered in your ear. He turns around and faces the class, hands in his pockets. 

Making eye contact with you, he raises an eyebrow, daring you to try and challenge him. 

“Curiosity” you hear someone reply from behind you. 

“How so? Give me an example,” he replies as he walks over to the podium. 

“Well, I believe as humans we are born with an innate sense of curiosity, of solving challenges and going above and beyond to see how and why things work the way they do. Like a baby when it first learns to walk. You could say the act of walking starts with curiosity. Curiosity to find out what happens when you only use two limbs to stand up, to see where other people are going etc. Once you start to walk, you’ve solved that challenge but now that you have the ability to walk you’re faced with other challenges and so on.” Namjoon leans on the podium with one hand holding his chin, index finger moving over his plump bottom lip. He walks to the board and writes “curiosity”.

“Hmm good thought process. We can discuss this in further detail but let’s hear some other ideas.”

His eyes roam over the class, stopping on you. His adam’s apple bobs when he sees you biting your lip, knowing you’re probably unaware of even doing that because your so deep in your thinking. Your hair in a messy ponytail brings dirty images to his mind as he remembers the face and sounds you make when he pulls on your hair. Your voice brings him out of his daydream, remembering he’s lecturing a bunch of college students. 

“Pride.” You blurt out in the quiet classroom. Knowing how much he hates it when you call him out on his pride, he knows your answer is a challenge. 

“Please elaborate Miss. Y/N” He commands, as he gives you that look of dominance he gets when he clenches his jaw and bites his cheek. 

“I think it’s our pride that get us to defy the laws of physics. Our pride to be a superior species, to say that we are unstoppable and better than nature. Our desire to be more attractive. Think about it. As a man, if you’re challenged to fly against another man, especially if the person you’re trying to impress witnesses this action, wouldn’t that increase your egotistical attitude and convince you to defy the laws of physics and try to fly without thinking of all the ways it can go wrong?”

“Interesting, anyone else?” He asks.

“Hold on, I wasn’t finished Professor Kim.” You can sense he’s getting irritated with you and you know just when to push his limits. 

“Although curiosity also plays a role in explaining why we as humans like to defy the laws of physics, we can also argue that pride is the root of curiosity. We like to do other things we see people doing but we also have the innate sense of being better at those things. Pride really explains why we as humans do a lot of things. Anything from why we go to school to politics. It’s true when people say pride is the root of all evil.” You smirk, knowing he’s about to start an argument.

“So are you saying all the scientists, philosophers, doctors, nuns, and even the pope are prideful?” He stops right in front of your section and crosses his arms, waiting to see what you’ll come up with. Your classmates feel the tension in the air, afraid to even go against either of you and pick sides.

“Yes, I do. This is a philosophy class, we can discuss the topic of pride and why it’s the reason we like to defy the laws of physics with any academic discipline you choose, whether it’s psychology, sociology, epistemology, heck we can even bring religion into it but I’m sure we have other things to discuss with the class don’t we Professor Kim?” You smirk and tilt your head, knowing he’ll choose to be professional and move on with the classroom instead of trying to argue with you just for the sake of arguing. 

“See me after class Miss. Y/N, I’d like to discuss this with you further.” He moves on with the lecture rather swiftly, losing count of how many times he clenched his jaw and how many times he was lost in thought as he stared holes into you. 

The class ends before you know it and you sit silently in your seat waiting for everyone to exit. 

When the last student walks out the door, Namjoon closes the door rather forcefully. You see him take a deep breath before he turns around to face you.

He starts walking towards you, slowly, like a predator hunting his prey. You sit up in your seat, legs crossed and hands on top of your desk. Your heartbeat starts to increase, not knowing what he plans on doing to you. Surely, he won’t do anything in his place of work right?

He walks until he’s behind you. You feel the heat of his body, the dominance that he exudes when he gets closer to you and bends down far enough until you feel his breath on the side of your neck. You feel a tightness in your head and you realize he’s wrapped your ponytail around his hand. He pulls on it, forcing your head to lift a little and move to the side, exposing your neck for him. He softly runs his nose up your neck, dropping a peck right below your jaw. He brings his mouth to your ear and whispers:

“You love to defy my laws don’t you?” He knows the effect he’s having on you when he sees you briefly close your eyes and swallow. “Cat got your tongue now? What happened to your attitude from 5 minutes ago?” He smugly asks as he pulls your ponytail a little harsher than before. 

“Don’t test me Joon. You won’t like it.” He softly laughs in your ear, not believing you for one second especially with how affected you are by him right now. 

“Hmmm. I think it’s time we test your theory about why we defy the laws of physics don’t you think?” He pulls on your ponytail one last time, exposing your neck fully to him. You feel the wetness from his tongue as he licks his way from the bottom of your neck, stopping when he feels you swallow, all the way to your ear. 

“10PM. Don’t be late.”

[kisskissbanggang]

Mail Attraction

[~2.6K Words -- Office!Doyoung x Female Reader -- Fluff, Smut: Mutual attraction, minor cockwarming, pretty vanilla tbh]

The office clock chimed for ten o'clock -- ten dainty chimes to nearly lull you to sleep. You sipped your coffee and reached to put it back on the table, safe away from your station where you had been boxing the mail. This was an easy enough job. You got up early, went to class, left for work, worked until late, then went home to have just enough sleep to do it all again the next day. You sorted the incoming mail and packages and you transcribed and sent internal memos and reports for a giant skyscraper full of businesses and law firms downtown, yourself and three others. Your boss was nice enough to let you stay on after your initial internship. It was a quiet job. You rarely dealt with people other than your co-workers, usually just secretaries and personal assistants inquiring to the mail their bosses were expecting.

You typed up the last of your memos for the day and set them to print. You sipped your coffee as the pages slid onto the tray and, with a practiced hand, you flicked the memos into their appropriate boxes. The boxes lined the wall connecting your first floor office to the hallway, little open tunnels where personnel would come and regularly grab their mail and messages. As your distribution schedule was widely known through the whole building, you normally didn't have to rush to beat anyone to their boxes before they could get there. That is, except for tonight. Focusing more on the stack of sheets in your hand rather than the boxes you'd long since memorized, you never noticed the hand reaching in to grab the small pile of papers as you slotted the memo into its box. Your hands collided, causing yelps on either side of the wall that disrupted the severe silence of the hall. You stumbled back a step before peering through the box. A beautiful man -- probably an assistant judging from his modestly smart outfit -- was mirroring you, looking bewildered at the box. His slim face scrunched as he stepped closer, the dim light in your office impeding his ability to see you. You took a deep breath of confidence, before finally saying, "I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" Though he had been searching for you, he was surprised to hear your voice. He raised his hand to wave and noticed something on it. "Yeah! You just scared me -- Oh. I did get a paper cut, though." You jumped on the opportunity. "Hold on," you spoke through the box before running to your little first aid kit in your desk. You returned, passing a small bandage through the box. He flashed a dazzling smile and accepted the offer and, making quick work of bandaging himself. "Thank you," he said, "it's almost like you've had this happen before."

"Definitely," you said, "but this is the first time I've ever inflicted damage on another person."

"No worries!" He reassured you, "By the way, was that the memo from Peterson? That's why I originally came down here."

"Oh!" You exclaimed, "It was! I wasn't expecting anyone to pick it up until the morning."

"Nope," he sighed, "just me, getting it now. I've been working late on this case for the past few days. I actually better get back upstairs now before I get more distracted."

You tingled. Were you the distraction? Were you a bad distraction? "Wait!" You called as he turned to leave, "What's your name? In case I see you again?"

He flashed a devilish grin. "Doyoung. And you will definitely see me again. Thanks for the great bedside manner, Doctor." He waved with his bandaged hand and left. You stared, wondering when you'd see him next.

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You didn't wait long. A couple of nights later, shortly after 10PM again, you heard soft footsteps on the carpeted floor of the hall outside. You paused as you boxed the memos for the day. From where you had been sitting, you were about eye level with a box with a perfect view of a veiny hand excitedly fidgeting before adjusting a sizeable bulge in his slacks. You gasped. Out loud. "Oh, Jesus," you heard Doyoung curse from the hallway, "did you see that?"

You considered not answering. You considered being honest. You settled for being sly, playing off his demeanor he'd had last time you met.

"Was I not supposed to?"

"Not yet. I'd like to take you out first, if anything."

"What a gentleman," you laughed. "What would we do?"

"Well, we'd take a romantic stroll to bring the memo I'm looking for back to my desk upstairs, and then have a candlelight dinner in the cafeteria."

"Truly romantic. I do have a memo for you, though." You did have a memo for him, but your mind raced. You quickly scribbled your name and phone number onto a slip of paper and handed both pages through the box to him. His touch on your hand lingered a moment before he turned to leave.

"Thanks," he said, "I'm sure we'll have time for that date another time when we're not so busy." And, just like last time, he was suddenly gone.

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Since then, you impatiently watched the clock every night once it chimed for 10PM. It'd been three more days, though you did have one off in between. Had he come that night? Did he miss you? You thought you must be blowing his intentions out of proportion. Suddenly, a knock sounded at the wall of boxes. A knock? You stepped closer to investigate. As you neared, a hand poked through to wave at you.

"Hi," Doyoung beamed at you, "I thought you might be hungry." He retracted his hand before passing you a sleeve of crackers through the box. You laughed in surprise. "I'm always hungry," you said, "so this was extra thoughtful of you."

"What kind of hungry?" he asked. You gagged on the cracker you were chewing on. He was so confident and so corny. He knew it. He laughed and shook his head. "No, really though," he added, "I'm not looking for a memo tonight. I mean, I am, but I also wanted to see you. I mean," he laughed again, "I can't really see you in there, but you've been fun to talk to lately."

"You, too," you blushed. "Wait, is that wine?"

"Yeah. Come to this bigger box." He beckoned to a bigger mailbox down below you, about hip level. You bent down to retrieve the proffered glass and let him pour you enough for a few sips, careful to still not let him see you. What if he just liked your voice? He offered a string cheese next. You exploded with laughter, "You're kidding. A wine and cheese date?"

"Of course. I'm a classy guy. Do you have any free time?"

Of course you did. You sat, each of you on your own sides of the wall, swapping your snacks and sharing the cheap bottle of wine as you talked. Eventually, he had to go finish his work for the night. You let him leave, hating yourself for not leaving with him.

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You were ready for your next encounter, whenever that would be. You had left a memo written specifically for Doyoung in the box to find when he got there before you would come to work for the evening. It had taken a lot of encouraging yourself, but you took the plunge. The memo simply said, “You’ve been on my mind all week. I’m ready for another date.” It’d been two days since then. Was it too much? Maybe he was scared off. Suddenly, a tap at the mailboxes behind you where you sat at your desk. You nearly sprinted across the room.

“Hey!” You sounded too excited. You pulled yourself back, “I was wondering when you’d come.”

Doyoung looked hesitant. Maybe you had scared him off after all. “I came because... I don’t know. Is this whole thing, I don’t know, is it dumb?”

You fidgeted with the hem of your skirt. “I don’t think so,” you said quietly. You were being honest. “It’s sort of the nicest thing that’s happened to me in a long while. I gave you my number. Why don’t you text me or call me or anything? Are you wondering if this is dumb because you’re not taking it seriously? Is this a game to you?”

Doyoung looked shocked. You did, too. When did you even start wondering this? When did you even get the urge to ask him these things? You were somewhat hurt, sure, but you had thought you were enjoying yourself too much to care. Doyoung sighed.

“I guess I was just enjoying the idea of not seeing you,” he said. “It made it feel easier to play pretend and not commit and not really even try. You’re just... you’re so nice to talk to. You excite me. The idea of you excites me. I’m not surprised I hurt you, though. I’m sorry.” He turned to leave.

“Wait!” He stopped. You could feel your heartbeat increase pace. Quickly, you slipped your hand through a mailbox to grab his sleeve. He peeked up at your touch. “Come inside,” you said, sounding more confident than you felt.

“Why?” He asked.

“I want to see each other face to face before you actually go.”

Doyoung looked at your hand on his sleeve, eyebrows furrowed as he thought about it. He carefully pulled your hand off of him. Your breathing hitched in your chest. Suddenly, he was gone. You stood, dreading over what you could’ve done to make him want to stay when you were startled by the rattle of your office’s door handle.

Doyoung was in your office. Doyoung was staring at you in your office. He shook himself out of his daze, looking around. “Are we alone?” He asked. You nodded, your breathing shaky. He stepped closer to you, the silence in the room heavy on your shoulders. Doyoung was standing in front of you in your office and you had nowhere to hide. Craving some control of the situation, you tentatively put a up hand to his slim cheek. He was here, really looking at you. You wrapped your other hand around his and put it to your own cheek. You searched his eyes for any clue of what he could be thinking.

“Do I look alright? Worth the wait?”

“You look better than I ever imagined. You look real, for one thing.”

“What do you want to do?” You asked, “Do you still want to go?”

“I want to kiss you. I’ve wanted to ever since I got your memo.”

Though it was an answer you should have predicted, it still made you falter. You felt goosebumps raise on your arms. You felt that you could very well faint from all this tension and uncertainty if you didn’t do something.

So you did something.

You pulled his hand from where it was resting on your cheek, down to wrap around your waist. You own hands ran up his arms to wrap around his neck as your lips neared his. You felt him stop breathing, mirroring you once again. Your lips met and you instantly felt your knees buckle. His strong hands gripped your waist, making you whine into the kiss. The sudden outburst made you pull away, cheeks turning bright red in horror of how eager you must seem. However, as you pulled back you could also see his own reaction — cheeks flushed, out of breath, hungry. The tension in your chest dropped right to your belly. Seeing how excited he was only fueled you further. You grabbed him by his necktie, surprising yourself with how forward he made you want to be. Your lips crashed into one another again and you let yourself be more honest this time — this is something you wanted since you first met. You pulled at each other until you were up against your desk, nearly tripping back over it. Reflexively, his hands hooked under your thighs and sat you on top, his knee slotting in between yours so you could wrap your legs around him. He was so warm against you that you let out an involuntary moan. You felt your ears burn with bashfulness again, but the groan he returned against your neck as he nibbled on it only encouraged you. You let yourself moan softly again, this time causing him to throb against you and tighten his grip that had somehow ended up on your breast without you noticing. He was so responsive to you, and it only made you want to see him react even more. You gingerly snaked a hand down his torso, trailing down his taut stomach down to the rigid bulge rubbing against you. He shuddered, involuntarily biting down on your shoulder. You heard him cursing in your ear, begging for you to help him, do something. You unclasped his belt, looking up at him. His eyes dark like an animal, he made quick work of unbuttoning your blouse. You released him from his briefs, his hot member throbbing in your hands as you stroked him. You asked him if he wanted to see how hungry you really were — something you were surprised to hear from your own mouth. His turn to surprise you came as he desperately whispered against your lips, “Next time, next time, I just really need you right now. I’ve wanted this so much.” You felt his slender fingers slip down to your core, tracing the seams on your modest panties, having grown damp from arousal. He looked to you, starving and infatuated and waiting for approval. You could only muster a nod before he hiked up your skirt and barely moved your panties aside. You both groaned as he pushed into you, your ankles hooking together behind his back. You fell back against your computer as he rocked into you, everything on the desk threatening to roll off as you both stifled your louder reactions. You had his necktie in a vice grip, your knuckles turning white as you felt your climax coming too quickly. Doyoung cursed under his breath, apparently coming too fast for his own good as well. That made you feel better — there was hopefully always next time.

“Doyoung,” You pleaded, “I need it. Make me cum.” You knew that would send him over the edge, and it did. You bit into your knuckle as you came, tightening around him as you whimpered through your climax. He clenched a hand around your other hand on his tie, holding onto you and your gaze as he suddenly came, knocking the air out of him. He slumped over you on the desk, you both fighting to catch your breath. You smiled and stroked his hair when you felt him freeze above you.

“Are you on the pill?”

You nodded, “Better. Implant.” His shoulders slumped as he sighed in relief. “Good,” he said, “that would’ve been pretty dumb of me. Of us? I mean, you’re not dumb, but—“

You pressed a finger to his lips. “So,” You began, “are you still leaving?”

He smiled. “No,” he said softly, “in fact, I want to do this again. And more.”

“More sex stuff?”

“No,” he laughed, “Date stuff. Not just cheap wine and cheese, either. I want to see you outside of this building, for one thing. For another thing, I’d like to actually see you in sunlight.”

“Than sounds wonderful. When did you have in mind?”

He leaned forward to press a soft kiss against your lips. “I don’t know yet,” he whispered against you, “I’ll send you a memo when I know what my week looks like.”

✉️♥️✉️♥️✉️♥️✉️♥️✉️♥️✉️♥️✉️♥️✉️

[amnachil]

The College Society Chapter 2 Part 5

The next part !

Liam Tuesday December 18

It was the second tuesday in a row when Liam had to woke up early. Maybe he had been cursed by a witch. This time, it was his mother Rachel who showed up. And she had bad news. The poor lad was convoked by the judge to testify against her. His dad and his lawyer ploted the whole thing. And Rachel might lost her visitations rights.

Afterwards began a real time of chaos. Once his mother left in tears because she feared to lose absolutely everything, Liam went bersek. He destroyed his furnitures while screaming with anger and pain. Nick hid with the console in his bedroom and waited the end of the turmoil. For almost an hour, the chestnut just lost it. He hit the wall enough to bleed. At the end, he was worn-out and revolted. When did I become so violent ?! Why things can't be normal ? Since 12th grade, his world was falling apart. And he hated this.

"I'm going for a jog !" he shouted at Nick. "Don't wait me."

And he ran outside as fast as possible.

He headed towards the park, and ran, ran and ran. Liam didn't stop before he was totally incapable of carrying on. He just let himself fall in the grass. This is so unfair. She devoted her life to us. And now she could lose everything, depending on my testimony. The young boy rested there for hours. He skipped the first lecture, but didn't care at all. His cellphone rang several times. Nick and Rebecca both called him, but he didn't care either. All he wanted was some peace.

Eventually, when the sun went down, he left the parc. He was heading home when he ran into Colton. His friend was doing a jogging, but stopped when he saw him.

"Hi dude." he greeted softly. "Glad to see you're... physically fine. Nick thought you would maybe hurt yourself."

Liam looked right through him. He just continued his path, feeling a bit feeble.

"Liam, are you okay ? You look sick."

The lad didn't answered. He just closed his eyes. His body was shaking. And everything went black.

He woke up at the hospital. The doctor told him he had made an anxiety attack and some had been suffering from hypoglycemia. He gave him some medication, and left the room. Nick was there, playing at his gameboy. When they ended up alone, he mumbled :

"Don't worry, I told your parents to not come. Your father wanted to, but I persuaded him it wasn't a good idea."

"Thank you."

"No problem. Look, you need to rest. Don't do anything okay ?"

Liam nodded slowly. He wanted to sleep, but first, he really needed something.

"Give me my phone please." he asked. "I want to hear Nate just a bit."

"Of course."

His bestfriend answered immediately. Liam heard a lot of noises, and understood Nate was partying.

"Hey buddy. What's the deal ? You never call me after 10pm."

"I... I just got some troubles and I'm at the hospital but nothing bad, really."

His bestfriend remained silent for a bit. He got away from the party.

"Tell me."

"It's some stuff with my father. We can speak about that later. And Nick is taking care of me, don't worry. But can you do something for me please ?"

Liam looked out of the corner of his eyes Nick. His roommate had put his headphones and wasn't listenning.

"Whatever you want." promised Nate. "Just say it, and I'll do it."

"Can you tell me I'm not completely worthless ?"

Again, his bestfriend kept quiet for a moment. Liam wanted so deseperatly to see him. Nate's parents were his mother's old friends, and both boys knew eachother since forever. They didn't grow up in the same town and didn't attend to the same school, but they were very close anyway. Right now, Liam needed his soulmate. But it was impossible. He had to wait the christmas holidays. But I don't even know if I'll be with my mother or with my demonic father.

"Bro'. At least to me, you're someone very important." claimed Nate. "And I'm sure it's the same for your family. I know you blame yourself for a lot of things, but you're just wrong. You're not worthless. Liam you hear me ? You're not worthless. Christmas is coming, and I promise we'll spend it together. Okay ?"

"Yeah. Thank you... I think I'll rest a bit now. Good night Nate."

Liam hung up and laid down. He fell asleep like this, miserable and extremely sad.

Rebecca Wednesday December 19

It was the last day before the holidays. Then, they would have until early january to review for the end-of-term examination. But Rebecca had a lot of thing to think through before. Yesterday, Liam ended up at the hospital after a serious break-down. She was worried for him and for Nick. I hope none of them got hurt... She hadn't receive any news yet. Honestly, she felt very bad. She had pretended to be their friend, but didn't see that coming. Now Liam was maybe suffering from depression and Nick was alone to help him. And it wasn't her only problem. Emilio continued to act as his boyfriend. Everyday, he kissed her, cuddled her like if he really loved her. She had done some research about this hunter stuff on the internet. She had found scary things. So there was people in the university who where chasing other people ? And generally for sex ?! Home hunter like Emilio were scary. Those kind of person needed both a steady girlfriend and freedom to see whoever they wanted to. Generally, they were overly possessive towards their official girlfriend. And even more with time. In other word, he'll never let me go. And when I thought things couldn't be worst... Bob had called her parents and had convinced them she was letting herself go. According to him, she wasn't focused. Which is true, but not for the reason he listed... Anyway, when she would be going back home, some shit would happen, she knew it for sure.

For lunchtime, the black girl joined Matthew. According to his text, he had some goods news, and she really needed this.

"Hey Rebbie." he smiled when she sat. "So, I found a way to free you from Emilio."

"I'm listening."

"So Emilio wants a girlfriend and many lovers at the same time. For now, you're his girlfriend, which mean he consider you his precious little property."

Is it supposed to make me feel better ? Because it doesn't. Fuck this sick man and his needs.

"I think we can manage to make him see otherwise. I mean, if you ain't a faithful girlfriend, he will let you be right ?"

"And how the hell are we going to do that ?"

"The easy way. You have to sleep with someone else, and we will bring the truth to him."

Rebecca stared at Matthew for a moment, dazed by his idea. I'm not a slut.

"You think I'll have sex just like that ? And isn't it a bit dangerous ? Emilio will lost it and kill me right after."

The sophomore rolled his eyes.

"C'mon girl, I'm not asking you to date someone. It's just one sex session. I know plenty of man who are eager to help you with this. And don't worry, it's not like if he'll hurt you for real. Especially if we're here to protect you."

"But if you are, why can't I just ditch him ?"

"He'll never accept it and you know that. Look, think during the holidays. In january, you tell me. Trust me he'll still be there for you, until he thinks you're not worthy enough to be his girlfriend."

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey Wednesday December 19

The hospital. The fucking hospital. How the hell this baboon managed to wind up in the hospital ? I fucking hate this one in particular. Too many stupid people. The Dean's grandson went along the hallway pissed. According to this Nicolas, Liam was going out today, but needed to go back to his family home, in the middle of nowhere. Which means it's my last chance to make a fucking move before the holidays. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey wasn't stupid. He already understood sex would come later. Maybe in one month. And in the meantime, he just had to screw some chicks and chaps. And masturbate a lot. Anyway, he entered in his prey's room hastily when he glanced the nurse he had banged last year come nearer.

"Dami ? What are you doing here ?"

Bloody hell, my name isn't Dami. You're an absolute braindead numbskull.

"You fine ?" he asked more diplomatically.

"Yes, I'm allowed to leave. It was just the tiredness."

"Good, come with me."

There was an avantage to speak with such an idiotic person : Liam was obeying docilely. As long as it's not an absurd request... This dude is smart in a way. A stupid smart guy. That's so weird.

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey led his prey at the nearest restaurant. He expected this to be a sort of date. But with Liam, everything could go wrong at anytime. And it was so exciting. The lad ordered a salad, the freshman some rice.

"So Liam. Are you fully recovered ?"

Honestly, he didn't care at all about his prey's health. He once had had sex with a sick boy in highschool, who puke his diner right after. Gross, but he pronounced Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey's name so well.

"Yeah." replied the chestnut dude. "I got some bad news for my family and I don't really know what happened next but... I'm fine now."

Bad news ? Like Barbara said, this man has troubles. The story of this tiny pussy was kinda interesting to understand Liam's behavior. Because he had done something bad, and because he felt terrible about it, he tried to ran away from reality. And that's why he's so lunatic. But it just make the hunt better. Liam had already finished his plate. This greedy boy was eating fast.

"You should take a second helping." offered the junior. "I'm paying for everything, don't worry."

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey expected their unofficial date to last a bit longer. However, he noticed something in Liam's eyes. Something interesting.

"I'm not really hungry." said this one. "But thank you Dami, you're really nice."

Did you just lie ? Oh man, it's the first time you're lying on purpose to me. What the hell was the problem ? Let's see if I can push it a bit.

"It wasn't a proposition." he said with authority. "Take a second helping. See, I'm doing the same."

Liam didn't resist that much. He lowered his eyes, and they both ordered.

Things became fascinating. The freshman ate his plate of pasta really fast. Each time he took a mouthful, his eyes were twinkling with greed. He liked it so much. And this is what I needed. A weak spot. When the plate went empty, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey smiled.

"I have some trouble to finish mine." he whispered. "Do you want to finish it ?"

It was a enormous steak with fries. Honestly, it might be enough to feed the Dean's grandson for a day. But Liam licked his lips. He wants this badly. Oh that's good.

"C'mon, we don't want to waste, do we ?"

"No we don't." approved his prey. "I'll help you as I can."

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey must've been hallucinating. Liam took the plate, and ate it entirely in no time. He just devoured it. The hell, how's it even possible ? The most impressive ? He didn't seem stuffed at all. His stomach had barely rounded up. Now I'm curious. It was so ironic. Theo had this guy, and failed to catch him ? The best chubby chaser of the campus didn't saw he had a gem right under his nose ? Now I'm getting hard. He had a thrill.

"Maybe we should go for dessert." he said.

Liam smiled. A genuine, naive smile. Don't. I want to put my dick in your mouth when you're like this.

"Sure, we should." he agreed. "But afterwards, I really need to go. Nick is waiting for me."

The Dean's grandson ordered for them both a piece of chocolate cake. And then he gave his to Liam. This one consumed both so easily. When he finished, he let out a soft, slight belch.

"Excuse me." he said. "It was wonderful. You really are nice with me Dami."

Exceptionally, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey felt relieved when Liam didn't say his name. I would have cum otherwise. He's hotter than I thought. This man. Damnit, I need to jerk off. They left once he paid the bill. And the Dean's grandson rushed his ferrari. Inside, he started a dvd up with his name on a loop. And he masturbated.

To be continued

Well things went bad for our poor Liam ! His family’s problems are a real pain. But he can count on Dami to feed him and cheer him up !

As for Rebecca, will she accept such a weird plan ? We’ll see that soon !

Next weekend is coming my other story ! I assure you, it’s kinky !

[airacuddles]

LABOR AND BIRTH STORY

This COVID 19 pandemic has caused a lot of inconvenience to the people. Especially to senior citizens, minors, persons with immunodeficiency, comorbidies, and health risks; and pregnant women. Above mentioned are at high risk in getting the virus.

Last October 3 on my prenatal check up, I was advised to get a swab test before I was due. As per hospital protocols, pregnant women should have a negative swab test result first before delivery. If not, mama and baby will be joined with other people (covid positive or not) upon delivery. This is just sad because we won't really know when a pregnant woman could deliver the baby.

My expected due date was November 7. But from hearsays, first babies are usually born later than expected due date. Just like Reynald's baby was. So I estimated to have the swab test scheduled on October 29 at Vicente Sotto for free. Obgyne's suggestions for swab were at APM mall near SM City Cebu and at UC Med Mandaue. But swab tests were costing 7k and 5k, respectively. Jeez. So much inconvenience.

The obgyne said she can only be there for her patients when admitted at St Vincent General Hospital. It is the only one of her three affiliated hospitals that does not accept Covid patients. So that's where we planned to get admitted.

I was also advised for prenatal visit on October 17. That was already my 37th week of pregnancy. I have searched that pregnanct mothers can already give a normal delivery at that week. The obgyne said she was also going to perform IE on me on that visit.

So on that day, I thought performing IE's would be thru a device inserted down there. Turns out, it was just pure fingering down there 😭 mind you, Jan and I havent had any contact all throughout the pregnancy. And right now, I am being fingered. It hurt. I felt virgin. Lols. But it did hurt 😂😭 like vaginal shock.

The doctor said my cervix was still closed. I need to have it opened already. The earlier the delivery, the better, so that the baby does not grow too much while inside the tummy, to avoid caesarean delivery. The doctor prescribed me Evening Prim Rose oil to help open up my cervix and expecting at least 1 cm opening by the next week.

The next week October 24, I visited the obgyne again. Cervix was still closed. She advised to double dose the primrose oil to be taken morning and night. I was advised again to visit on October 30 if I still havent had the delivery yet.

After the prenatal visit, Jan and I moved to his Aunt's house.

During pregnancy, I usually wake up atleast twice at night to pee. I also get super thirsty at night 🤷‍♀️

But on October 27, 2020, at 11:30pm, I woke up to pee and then drank atleast 1 glass full of water. This, I found to be normal and usual.

Then around 1:30am Oct 28, I woke up again to pee. And drank another half glass of water just to satisfy the thirst. I know I shouldn't keep drinking to avoid peeing a lot, right? But I was always thirsty at night.

At 2:30am, I had a little accident of peeing a little but stopped it before peeing all the way at the CR. I noticed my pee color was a bit cloudy. It wasn't normally like that. I have made research before about gush of water bag. It only said the color would be the same as pee. The definite sign is when the pee smells metallic. I dont really breathe thru my nose when Im inside the CR, but this time, I had to because it was a bit suspicious. But I smelled nothing. But when I came back to bed, I suddenly felt like pooping. I drank half a glass of water again.

At 2:54am, the sudden urge to pee again and this time, it was really hard to hold it. The pee has flown while I stood. I woke Jan up because I wasn't sure about it anymore. Then I went to CR to finish peeing. It still was cloudy but there was no odor. And the feeling of wanting to poop was still there and my back hurt like how my back hurts when I have my period. Jan wiped the pee on the floor. I felt so greatful he wasn't grossed out about it. Or maybe he did, but didn't show it 🥺❤️

I felt really worried about it already so I texted my obgyne at 3:27am of what happened. Jan and I just thought maybe it was just really pee. But there's still little trickles of pee, so I wore a sanitary napkin already. And this time, I didn't drink water just to be sure it wasn't because I kept drinking water.

At 6am, my obgyne called. She informed me that it was really water bag rupture. She told me to go to the hospital already but then I wasn't swabbed yet. So she told me to go to UC Med for swab since UC Med and St Vincent Hospitals are sister hospitals. After swabbing, she advised for me to go to her clinic at 3-4pm for an IE just to be sure it was already the water bag rupture.

We then went to UCMed at 8am together with Ate Ana. My stomach already hurts every once in a while.

When we got back home, the hurt becomes a little stronger. So I texted the obgyne if I could visit the clinic sooner. The doctor said we could visit at 1pm.

When we arrived, I got IE'd and the doctor confirmed it really was the water bag rupture but I was still at 1cm. Like omgggg. Everything felt so real already. But at the same time, I was really worried because as per doctor's experience with other patients, it takes 1 week to open up to atleast 6cm. Like, whaaaat is going on here? 😭

We then went straight to St Vincent General Hospital and arrived at 2pm. But I was still placed at the Out Patient Department as we were advised to wait before endorsed to the Labor Room for the swab result from UCmed to avoid bigger costs of the attendants' PPE. They also called UCMed to follow up results, UCMed said they would try to have the result given by 5pm. Wew. Another 3hrs of pain. I was advised when it hurts, I just had to breathe thru mouth. I was constantly asked for the intervals of pain. It was still at about 10-15mins.

At 5pm, they called UCMed again. Unfortunately, they moved the time to 9pm or 10pm. Like whaaaat, another 4-5hrs of pain! Jan was with me at the OPD. His face concerned and caring. Like, this is another part of Jan I haven't seen yet. I was so happy 🥺❤️😭

At around 9pm, I wanted to pee. When I peed, I noticed my pee was already colored brown. I told Jan. There was a little bit of my pee on the floor. He was not grossed out about it and even took a picture and sent it to Ate Ana.

At 10pm, UCmed has yet again disappointed. They said to wait until 1am. I was already in strong tummy pain. Intervals were already at 2-4mins. I told Jan what if I want to be in the Labor room already? But he kept encouraging me to wait and if I can still hold it for a few more hours.

So at 1am, I asked the nurses to call UCmed. They havent made a feedback until 2am already. Result was negative for COVID. Wew. Finally!

I was then taken first to the Emergency Room to be interviewed and IE'd by the resident obgyne. There already were tubes attached to me. Dextrose and stuff. And it my tummy reaaaallly hurts already. The resident obgyne was asking me questions and I strongly breathe in between each answers. 😭

I also had to lie on my back. I really didn't want that position as it feels very uncomfortable. After the questions, she IE'd me. She told me the baby has already pooped inside because her fingers were already full of brown stuff. That explained the brown color on my pee! The baby has possibly already ate some of it. What would be worse was if some of it went to his lungs. 😭 Bad news also was that I was still at 4cm! Lord, why all the bad things right now? 😭

Then I was taken to the Labor Room. Dr Geline was already waiting for me there. I was still monitored and we waited some time. Then she checked my cervix at around 4am but I was still at 6cm. I still had to lay on my back. Everything was so uneasy and uncomfortable already. Dr Geline told me to wait until 6am for the opening of my cervix.

At quarter to 6am, she IE'd me again but still at 6cm. She then told the staff to get ready for Caesarean Operation and called for the necessary doctors to be around. I was already so sad. Then she came to me and asked if I was really gonna undergo CS. She then told me "Mag CS jud ta because I already gave the chance. It's already been more than 24hrs since the water bag rupture. 28hrs already. And only 50% of amniotic fluid remains in the water bag. And cervix was still at 6cm open." she told me one of the tubes attached to me was already for induce, to help with opening of the cervix, but I was not responding to it and she has observed it hurt me a lot. She had taken it out and inserted it back and taken it out again but I was still at 6cm. In my mind, I was already so sad. Expenses would already be at 100k plus already! 😭 Dr Geline has also already informed Jan.

Then I was taken to the Operating Room. An anaesthesiologist was explaining to me about stuff that was gonna happen. They are gonna inject the anaesthesia and everything from my stomach down to my feet will be numb. Then I was put in a crouch position to have my spinal column clear to see. There was a specific place in my back where they are gonna inject the general anaesthesia.

They placed a cloth infront of me, like how you see in the movies where you cannot see them operation below. After the injection, I felt so cold. To the point I was freezing and my teeth were already clicking and making noises. The anaethesiologist was talking to me. She told me that it was nothing to worry about as it is normal when general anaesthesia is injected. And catheter was gonna be inserted so I may feel a little tingle down there. My arms were open wide. I cant remember if they were tied. What I knew was that I was awoke by the anaesthesiologist because I was already asleep while they were operating. "Maam, ayaw sag katog kay padung na mugawas si baby, nihagok pa raba jud ka". OMG kauwaw! 🙈😭

A few minutes after, I heard a baby crying. There, I saw my baby. But he wasn't placed on my chest😢 maybe also because I was numb. In my mind was "that's it? I already gave birth?" it felt nothing. Like blank. Also because I was numbed all over. It didn'tnhurt at all. Not the scenario or feeling Inhad expected for months. I could hear from doctors below mentioning "cord coil" but I was just so tired, i had slept again and hagok again 😅

I woke to the sound of my snore at the recovery room. It was just so damn loud. But I didn't care. I felt so friggin tired. A nurse was looking out for me. She asked if I could already move my feet. I couldn't. She told me I couldn't get to our room if I still couldn't move both feet. So I slept and snored again. After an hour or so, although I still could move my right feet, the nurse decided to have me taken at our room and Jan was there. I continued to sleep. I didn't know everyone was already calling Jan for updates. Even my parents. Oh and by the way, Daddy already told Jan to call them Mommy and Daddy already. Awwww ❤️

During my recovery, Jan helped me out. Even on eating, he would spoonfeed me. 🥺I really felt how he cared for me. He's constantly checking if I was okay. Took really good care of me like he was a nurse. ❤️

The next day after giving birth, Doc Geline visited me. She told me what happened. Turned out the baby was cord coiled which was why the baby couldn't descend and why my cervix couldn't open. I had 28hrs of labor. My baby has already defacated inside, already ate some of it, plus some even wen inside the lungs. He had pneumonia on his first day on the world. Imagine the things I was afraid of plus more, all happened on the BIG DAY 😭

But on the good side, atleast both of us are now safe. Things would have turned out bad if we had pushed thru with the normal birth since it the cord coil was only found out during operation, he would have been strangled when pushed out. 😭 It also would have been dangerous for me if I tried to push out on normal delivery because I was already so tired with 28hrs of labor contractions, remember, I snored so hard during operation. 😢

As Claire said, the late result of the swab test was a blessing in disguise. I'd also like to think of it that way.

[wevebeenspeckledorfedimagines]

“Blarne” Sam Stein x Reader

           You work in the café essentially beneath Homeland Security. Those agents work long hours, so it just made sense to have caffeine nearby. Of course, working in the café got to be boring sometimes, as it remained open until 10pm, but for the most part the Homeland Security personnel went home by 6.

            A just-in-case measure.

           Mornings, on the other hand? Packed.

           “Tall mocha,” you call out. A short woman steps from the crowd and grabs it, eyes never leaving The Bulletin in her hand. You haven’t had a chance to read the headlines yet, but once the morning rush dies you know there’ll be plenty of time until the afternoon rush kicks in.

           You get to work on the next drink. Your co-workers frantically rush, calling out drinks and flying around like bees hopped up on cocaine. They were hired about three weeks ago—they’d get used to the rush in a couple more weeks. Until then, you keep your own pace. Most of the customers are asleep on their feet; they don’t know the difference between getting their coffee thirty seconds earlier or later.

           The morning flies by.

           One after another, the customers disappear, some walking back out the door, some going to the security doors and flashing their I.D.s over a scanner to get in. Security guards wait just beyond the doors.

           And finally, the rush ends. As you make the last Americano for a handsome man, the phone rings.

           One of the new employees, Tara, grabs it. You tune out the conversation as you hand the man his drink.

           “Thank you,” he says. He has thick stubble face bordering a very short beard, short curls atop his head, and he wears a tan suit with a diagonally striped tie.

           “You’re welcome,” you say, offering him a smile.

           He returns the expression, eyes sparking. “Have a good day, Blarne,” he says before walking for those gated doors.

           “Uh, you too,” you call after him, thoroughly confused. Blarne? What the hell? You look down at your nametag and snort. That’s right. You and Tara decided to put on fake names today, just to prove a stupid point that they don’t matter.

           Still smiling, you turn around and come to face-to-face with Tara’s grimace. “Oh, no,” you say. “What’s wrong?”

           “Dana called in sick.”

           “No!” you groan. “I’m going to call our mid and see if they can switch to a bit later. We can handle the afternoon rush alone.”

           “Already called him,” Tara replies. “He said he has his senior seminar from 6 to 9 on Wednesdays, so he can’t.”

           You rub your eyes. “Shit. Well… How late can you stay?”

           “I have a doctor’s appointment at 2.”

           “And the other guy?”

           You and Tara both glance to your other co-worker, who has promptly run for the bathroom to spend his daily thirty minutes in, playing on his phone. “I didn’t even ask,” Tara admits.

           “Yeah. No need. Uh… how about I go home and come back around three? Will you be okay until then?”

           “Of course, especially when our mid gets here. Going to go home and sleep?”

           “Yep. I’m in tomorrow morning again, and it looks like I’ll be closing tonight.”

           So you head back to your apartment, take a three-hour nap, and return to work, all thoughts of that cute man calling you “Blarne” gone from your head. You counted the days in your head until you were off to complete your Master’s. You had taken a gap year (or three) between school, and now you regretted it. It was time to something more than work.

           You get in and help the others work through the tail-end of the afternoon rush, and then you let all the tired workers go. At about 6, when most Homeland personnel are leaving, the cute man comes by again.

           You’re elbow deep in scrubbing out the sinks and trashcans when he asks, “Blarne?”

You jump. “What? Oh, how can I help you?”

“Jumpy?”

“Sorry,” you nervously laugh. “Just wasn’t expecting anyone.” Wasn’t expecting anyone to call you Blarne, to be more precise.

“Didn’t mean to scare you. Just came for two large regular coffees.”

“Let me get this gunk off my hands and arms, first. You must be working late tonight,” you comment, eyeing him as you wash.

“Yeah. Things are ending up a bit more complicated than we thought. What about you? You’ve been here a while, Blarne.”

You stifle a laugh, drying your hands and coming to stand in front of him. “I’m sorry, but my name’s not Blarne,” you confess.

His eyes drop to your nametag. “But…”

“It’s just something stupid my friends and I did,” you say.

You watch his cheeks turn red beneath his beard and he laughs, scratching his head. “That’s embarrassing,” he comments. “And here I thought I was impressing a cute barista by taking time to learn their name.”

“Happens to the best of us,” you reply.

“Really? How many times has it happened to you?”

“Five. Definitely five.”

“You pulled that number out of your ass,” he accuses, smiling. God, that smile.

“Did not.”

“Then what were their names?”

“Well, there was Mufasa, Nala, Abu, Iago… and you got me. I can’t remember the fifth. Only four times, then.”

“You mean you couldn’t think of a fifth Disney character, which is the actual embarrassment, here.”

You playfully scowl. “You’re getting decaf coffee for that.”

“Do that and you put the nation at risk,” he warns.

“Oh yeah, I’ve never heard that one before,” you mutter, turning away to grab his two coffees.

“So what’s your actual name?” he presses.

“(Y/N),” you answer. “And yours?”

“Sam,” he says. “It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N). How much are the coffees?”

You say the price and he pulls the exact amount out of your wallet. “What?” you joke. “After all that, no tip for the cute barista?”

“How about dinner instead of a tip?” he asks, meeting your gaze, face hopeful.

“Y-yeah,” you stammer, entirely unprepared for that. “S-sounds like a really good tip.”

He chuckles. When you give him his receipt, he pulls a pen from his pocket and scribbles his number down in the tip line. “Text me, then we can make plans,” he says, slipping the receipt back to you.

You grin like an idiot. “Okay.”

His expression mirrors yours. “Okay.” He takes the two coffees and heads back through the doors, casting glances over his shoulder, a bounce in his step.

Once he’s gone, you take out your phone and text, It’s Blarne.

Your phone dings. Free tomorrow night, Blarne?

All night.

Dinner at six?

Where?

Meet me outside the Met. We’ll walk from there.

Closing glides by. You leave, feeling lighter, and you don’t mind coming into work so early tomorrow.

Finished the Punisher, loved it all, and I’m still mad at Billy. Also, “Blarne” was taken from Bojack Horseman.

[sixmorningsafter]

A Drabble (Am I Doing This Right?)

(Okay, this all kinda popped into my head, and then I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I started to write it down, and then I couldn’t stop. So I thought I’d share this with you, cause I think it’s fairly decent. It might be a little OOC, but I feel like that can be forgiven cause emotions. Anyway, yeah. Love the fic, actually obsessed with it. So here you go. A SMA Bamon Drabble, post blizzard.)

January 7th, nearly two weeks after the blizzard from hell, Damon pulled up into the parking garage of his lavish apartment building. Putting the car in park and killing the engine, he locked the doors and walked away. He loosened his tie as he walked through the door held by the doorman. “Thanks, Stanley,” he said as walked into the building.

It’d been a long day, and he finally got a chance to turn his phone’s ringer back on. That’s when he saw his home screen for the first time that day.

The texts.

The missed calls.

The voicemails.

All from one little woman that he had a soft spot for.

2:28pm BonBon: Are you busy? 2:34pm BonBon: I really need to talk to you. 2:42pm BonBon: Damon please. This is really important. 2:43pm BonBon: I don’t know who else to talk to about this. 2:45pm Missed Call from BonBon 2:46pm Voicemail from BonBon 3:07pm BonBon: Please, please answer me. 3:10pm Missed Call from BonBon 3:13pm Voicemail from BonBon 3:24pm BonBon: Damon please, just call me back when you get these. 4:14pm Missed Call from BonBon 4:15pm Missed Call from BonBon 4:16pm Missed Call from BonBon 4:17pm Missed Call from BonBon 4:23pm Missed Call from BonBon 4:25pm Voicemail from BonBon 4:34pm BonBon: Damon please, I need you right now.

Damon scrolled through the home screen filled with the text messages, the missed calls, and voicemail alerts. How did he miss these all day? He looked at the time: 5:16pm, nearly an hour since Bonnie’s last message. He couldn’t help but worry about what could have happened in that time to make her stop messaging.

And then he opened his door and stopped dead in his tracks. There, in the middle of his living room, stood Bonnie. A frantic mess. Brown curls frizzed out, messy, her green eyes filled with tears. Shaking like a leaf on a windy day.

“The door guy let me in. I’m sorry, I just really needed to talk to you,” Bonnie said, between shaky breaths and sobs.

It took Damon all of a second to drop his briefcase and get to her. His arms enveloped her, one hand in her hair, the other around her waist, trying to soothe her as she broke down. Bonnie wrapped her arms around him and sobbed into his shirt, and at that moment he didn’t care if the dry cleaner guy would kill him because all that mattered was her. What had happened to make the strongest woman he knew break so easily?

“What happened, kid?” Damon whispered after a minute, pulling back from her enough to look down at her face, arms still wound around her.

Bonnie moved her hands from his back and showed him a folded up piece of paper. “I got this in the mail today.” She held the paper between them, her hand visibly shaking. “It’s from my Mom.”

Damon’s eyes moved from the paper to her face.

“I didn’t know who else to talk to about this,” she whispered, still looking at the paper. She tilted the paper towards him, signaling for him to take it.

Damon hastily moved one of his arms, keeping the other one firmly planted on her back, and took the paper. He looked at her for a moment, and she nodded. He opened the paper and began to read.

“Dear Bonnie,

I know that I am the last person you want to hear from, and I understand completely if you never want to see, or speak to me again. But this is something that you deserve to know.

I am dying.

I have stage four ovarian cancer. I have been fighting off this disease for the past year and a half of my life in hopes that when I was better, I would be strong enough to be the mother that you deserved your entire life. I wanted to come back to you, and hoped that you could find it in your heart to forgive me. But it looks like that is not going to happen.

My doctors have told me that I have possibly the next six months to live.

I have but one wish, and I am fighting for the chance to look into the eyes of my beautiful daughter one more time before I go.

Please. Let me have that.

I apologize

Sincerely, Mom”

It took all of Damon’s strength not to crumple up the bullshit letter and throw it in the garbage disposal. “Damn near ten years she’s gone, and then she drops this onto you?” He looked down at the small figure, who had now wrapped herself around him, head leaning against his chest.

She let out a shaky breath, “Yeah.” Bonnie lifted her head off of Damon’s chest. “What should I do?” she asked earnestly.

Damon scoffed reflexively, “Kid, you’re asking me this? I don’t exactly have a great track record with my mother.”

“Why do you think I came here?” she said, stepping back from him, and she immediately missed the comforting warmth of his arms. “Stef and Care both have fantastic relationships with their mom,” she began to pace, “so they would tell me to go in a heartbeat.” She gestured to Damon. “You however, get it.”

“Get what?”

“Get what it feels like to hate your mom, but still feel drawn to her.” She stopped and turned towards him. “It’s why you went to Chicago. This,” she pointed at the letter, “this is my Chicago.” Her eyes started to fill with tears again. “And I feel like if I go, I’m giving her that power over me, and I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. But if I don’t go…”

“Then you’ll never get the chance to show her who you became without her, and then you’ll regret that for the rest of your life,” Damon said, finishing her sentence. “Yeah, I get it.”

“Please, just tell me that I’m not crazy.” She began to cry again. Damon was at her side in an instant, and they were back where they were when he first walked in.

“Shhhh, shhhh, you’re not crazy Bonnie,” he whispered into her hair. “Believe me, you are not crazy.” He ran his fingers through her hair slowly, detangling some of the messy curls. “I went over and over in my head whether or not I should’ve gone to my mother’s hearing. For weeks. I was losing my mind, I didn’t have anyone to talk to about this crap, except for Ty, and even then he didn’t really get it.” He rubbed her back gently, keeping his voice low. “To be honest with you, my decision was finally made on the steps of the courthouse. Even as I was driving to Chicago I wasn’t sure what I was gonna do.”

“So what should I do?” she whispered into his chest.

“Frankly, I think you should go.” He looked down onto her tearful face. “Show that woman what she missed out on. Show her what she didn’t get to raise. Show her that her mistakes only made you stronger, and better. Show her the fantastic, kind-hearted, bravest, strongest, most bad ass woman I have ever met. Show her Bonnie motherfucking Bennet.” He pushed a stray curl off her face and let his hand linger on her cheek. “And maybe, if you feel so inclined, you can forgive her, but more importantly you can forgive yourself. Because I know you still blame yourself for her leaving. Don’t try and deny it, Bon.” He rubbed a tear away with his thumb, and Bonnie closed her eyes and hummed. “Show her who you became, not because, but in spite of her.”

Bonnie nodded, eyes still closed. “I just don’t want to do it alone,” she whispered.

“So don’t.”

Bonnie laughed, and looked up at him. “Are you kidding, Stefan might just pull the plugs on her life support because he could, and Care, god only knows what she would do.” She shook her head and stared out the window.

“So don’t take Care, or Steffy Bear. I’ll go with you.”

Bonnie whipped around to look at him. “Damon, I could never ask you t-”

“Well you’re not asking me. I’m saying that I will go with you, if you choose to go. I would’ve killed to have someone beside me the day I saw my mother. Someone who understood. You’re right, Bon,” he thumbed away another tear, “I do get it. Hating the woman who was supposed to love you the most, and yet still wanting her approval in a sense. I get it. So,” he paused and looked her dead in the eyes, making sure she understood every word was true, “if you choose to go, I will drive you to whatever hospital she is in, I will go with you into her room, I will hold your hand if you want me to. I will be by your small side, every step of the way, and if need be, I will piggy back you there, too.” Bonnie cracked a smile at the last comment and put her head on his chest. “Ah, there she is. There’s that smile that makes my whole day better.”

She looked up and smiled at him, and he smiled back. “Thank you, Damon,” she whispered softly enough for just him to hear before burying her head back into his chest.

He placed a quick kiss into her hair and laid his cheek on top of her head. “Anytime, kid.”

Girl, you are absolutely doing this right! Look at this emotional gut-punch of a drabble! Honestly, reading this was so wonderful because I absolutely see Damon and Bonnie as being the type of couple who goes from frothy banter and competitive five-year-old nonsense to melting into each other in 0.5 flat, and while I’ve gotten the chance to show a bit of the former, I feel like I’m still earning my way up to the latter, so it’s amaaaazing that drabbles like this exist and show a glimpse of what’s to come! I think you’re totally right that it’s an emotional moment and that justifies softer, more vulnerable behavior from both of them, so don’t even worry about OOC-ness! It’s funny because this is absolutely a scene I envisioned happening if I ever did a sequel (not necessarily the ‘I’m dying part’ which was a nice twist, but some kind of outreach from Abby that flips Bonnie’s world a bit), so it’s so, so rad to see it written out. This was lovely and such a soft side of both of them and I think you really captured just how drop-it-all-in-a-heartbeat Damon’s going to be about Bonnie in the future. Like he sees sad Pixar eyes and he’s done for. He’ll bulldoze over anything. That’s his fluffy-slipper-wearing, pancake-burning, fights dirty, hopeful ray of brave badass sunshine and seeing her wrecked like that just makes all the bright colors she’s added to his world go gray. So yeah, needless to say, I think this is so, so great (especially loved the throwback to Chicago!) and I’m so excited to share it with everyone! Thanks so much for writing this! Everyone, please give this and @canadianfangirl some much deserved love!