i just came back from the hospital

“One night I was talking with my wife about how perfect our life was. It was twenty-five years ago. We had four children. We’d just saved enough money to buy a new house. We felt so lucky. I remember she said: ‘What if God takes something from us?’ The next day I came home from work and found my wife screaming. She was holding our oldest son. He’d stuck his hand in the washing machine andelectrocuted himself. We couldn’t revive him. We rushed to the hospital but the doctors said there was nothing they could do. I begged them to try. My friends from the church came and we all started to pray. And the doctors were able to bring him back to life. He became a case study. Today he’s 29. He has learning problems. He can’t read or write. But he has a job as a security guard. He enjoys his life. And to this day, I believe in miracles.”

(Valparaíso, Chile)

My kid does 13K in damage to studio equip, we handle it like lunatics.

[Part 1]

Some background:

I’m an audio engineer and score arranger full time in my self-owned business. It’s how I provide for myself, my fiancée (also CF), and my mother. I record, mix, and master for bands, voice-overs for local commercials, and write music for people’s weddings, college films, indie games, etc.. It was my passion since I was a child and every day I ask myself why I get paid to do what I do.

You know, until today.

I had a woman schedule to come in because she wanted me to record her monologue for an acting class. I thought it was going to be easy enough. I set up a mic and a music stand in the sound booth and got my workstation prepped for tracking. She was supposed to show up at 3:30, so when 4:00 came around, I called her to ask her if she was still coming. It was my last contract for the day and I was wanting to get home to my fiancée, dogs, and dinner.

“Oh, sorry sweetie, I’m going to be there soon. I just had to get my son from ex-boyfriend.”

Uh oh.

4:12, she showed up with her child.

To preface, I’ve never really wanted kids, and don’t really hate them either. But I’ve been childfree of mind for a decade now in league of several bad child experiences in public.

Anyway, I sat her down at the conference table and tried to talk to her about the contract and billing, etc., and just couldn’t because of the six-years-old pile of ovary droppings next to her.

“Mommy it’s cold in here.” “Mommy, I’m bored.” “Mommy, that guy has girl hair.” “Mommy, I want to play on the phone.”

The incessant whining went on for the entirety of the discussion. She did nothing about it. I had an ache in my stomach that this might be a rough session.

I was right.

I showed her to the sound booth, positioned the mic at face level, told her the basics of mic use, and then she floored me with a question.

“Can my son stay in there with you while I do this?” I insisted that he wait in the conference room (across the hall from the control room) because the control room wasn’t a very kid-friendly place considering the 120K of equipment at arms reach.

“But he’s a little angel.”

I shouldn’t have taken her word for it. I SHOULD NOT have taken her word for it. This kid was ANYTHING but. I let him in, told him to sit in one of the office chairs and don’t touch anything. Needless to say, he touched. I queued the recording arm and signaled her to start. She got three lines into her take before I hear a deafening screech and crash.

That little shit machine had just knocked over a $4,000 Korg into a rack with $9,500 of equipment. Completely shattered the touchscreen on the Korg, busted the dials off of half of the effects, and totaled my distressor that I use for almost all the vocals I track.

All of this, by the way, was the room’s length apart from where I told the crotch goblin to stay.

The kid, because of the loud noise, started full-lung screaming. Not crying. Not yelling. Screaming.

The mother, with no hesitation, ran over to the control room and DEMANDED to know what I did to her child. She cussed at me and accused me of hurting her little snot monster. Threatened to sue and even swung at me. When I told her that her precious angel had just racked up at least twelve grand of damages, she said “good”, spit on me, then stormed out, slamming every door on the way. So I pulled the security camera footage and had filed a police report. Grand total: $13,504.25. I also mailed her the bill for her session for good measure.

Of six years in the studio, this is my only truly terrible experience. Fuck mombies. Fuck having children. Thanks for making my vasectomy decision that much easier on me.

[Part 2]

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I needed to talk about this

so a lot of you might know me from this post here and this post is gonna touch on one of the points I made there

as a lot of you probably know by now, youngjae was hospitalized before the busan fansign and it has been announced that he is not participating in their stage; it was also said that depending on his situation, he might not perform at upcoming schedules as well.

some people believe that youngjae has a herniated disc like jaebum and that he’s been dealing with it for a while and if that doesn’t break your heart I don’t know what will

as a youngjae stan, I am heartbroken right now.

youngjae has always performed, despite being sick or tired; there’s video of him almost passing out from exhaustion during just right, a video of him getting hit by a firework at a fansign in the Philippines, and had reportedly vomited right before performing in China.

and you know what? he did all of these performances with a smile on his face

even after he was hospitalized, he came back to the fansign and reassured the fans that he was fine, and he smiled and played with the fans the entire time

the only time youngjae has ever sat out of a performance was during Fly in Dallas when he was hospitalized in Dallas because he got really sick

but you know what really pained me? he was so apologetic that he didn’t perform; he repeatedly said, “I should’ve performed, I could’ve done it”

this boy, despite being sick and in pain, wanted to perform to make all of us happy, because to him, we are more important than his health

so please, everyone, please give your support and prayers to youngjae right now; he’s probably beating himself up for not being able to promote, especially since he’s the main vocal and this is a very important time for got7

please, as an ahgase, please pray that he’s okay and that he will get better and that got7 will be able to take a break soon so they can all rest; they all need a break, and I think that youngjae’s health right now proves that 

The Green-Eyed Doctor

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Summary: Reader gets in a bad accident and is put under the care of Dr. Winchester during her stay…

Pairing: Doctor!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,400ish

Warnings: language, car accident

A/N: I’m in love with doctor Dean now. Quote for this one was, “As long as I’m around, nothing bad is going to happen to you.”…


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anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on private vs public adoption agencies? I've been looking for jobs and have been thinking about working in adoption. Private agencies pay better obviously lol

(This is going to be my LEAST popular post) When I first started actually looking into adoption I was looking at all the wrong places. I was looking at adoption agencies, mainly private ones. I was reading stores about how families that had adopted babies or children, how happy and wonderful their lives were to have children because they were infertile or just because they felt called to adopt. I had heard all these wonderful stories from adopted children, how much they loved their parents who adopted them and how grateful they were to have families. It seemed like the perfect, most pure and good thing to do was adopt, especially as a prolife person, some unwanted baby who had escaped the possibility of abortion by people like me who wanted that baby.

A couple years ago I was scrolling on Facebook in my favorite Facebook group, a Catholic Homeschooling group. It was such a good place to go for comfort and prayers, from the daily struggle of being a Catholic Mother and Wife. I felt the urge to pray for some of these women who I considered my friends, and I came across a photo of a beautiful newborn baby with beautiful black skin and thick black hair over his little head, laying in the hospital bed just so tiny. “PRAYER REQUEST” it read. The first few sentences was about the babies health problems, as he was a few weeks premature, but the writer assured us that he would make it, being the strong little guy he is. She gave us a little background, how badly she had been wanting this baby for so long, she had children herself, but had always felt called to adopt. “Over 30,000” she began to explain, she spent on adoption fees and hospital costs! On and on she went. Then came the real prayer request. The biological mother and father wanted to keep the baby. After all this money she spent, after months of preparing the nursery, “he’s already mine” she yelled into the screen and into the many hearts of mothers reading who gasped at the idea of someone tearing their infant from their arms! The post went on about the biological mother and father, who clearly were “unfit” do to their age and financial instability.

“They aren’t able to take care of the baby, the world doesn’t need more thugs and drug addicts, the baby is already yours I will pray immediately that the laws are in your favor have faith!!!” That was the general voice of the over 300 women in the comments. Every single one of them busted out their rosaries and prayed with their whole hearts that this baby would be delivered into the arms of the adopted mother who so clearly loved this baby more than the biological parents, after all, she was the one that paid the hospital fees, the adoption costs, “Tell her she will have to pay back all the fees! That will make her change her mind! She just wants to use the baby to live off the government!!!” More and more similar comments came in.

I sat down myself, saddened by the situation and started to pray. At first I also began to pray that the adopted mother would win the child, but something didn’t feel right.

At what point does someone have the right to take an infant from the arms of their mother? After they have paid 30,000 dollars? After they have had the lawyers for their private adoption agency protect the adopted mother by packet of papers with laws and signatures? After finding out that the biological mother was a poor scared young woman? Who deserves their own child then? By most those terms certainly not me.

For a while I thought this situation was rare. I thought generally most women who gave up their infants were happy, or even grateful their children were adopted by warm wealthy families. I was wrong.

I started researching birth mothers, I listened to their stories, their stories of immense regret, loss, pain that only a woman who’s infant was living but not in her arms could feel. As a mother myself, I can’t even fathom the pain. I mean that from the very moment I hold my child, the bond is something you simply cannot understand unless you are a mother yourself.

See, in government ran agencies there are no lawyers. The primary concern is the best interest of the child, which professionals, psychologists, even our Catholic theology all agree over and over the best interest of the child is it’s biological parents, second choice being other blood relatives. I won’t go into detail on this, you’re welcome to research yourself.

If it was up to me, private adoption agencies would be illegal. That’s right. Illegal. In order for their doors to stay open, they need to make money. Their best interest is NOT for the child, although they may tell themselves that they are doing God’s work by “rescuing” the infant from the arms of a poor teen mom and into the arms of wealthy infertile parents. The fact is, the concern is not for the infant, the mother, or anyone. It’s for the paying customer, and the financial gain for the doors to stay wide open. Most of them with the loving intention of saving babies from abortion, completing families with infertile parents. Women (birth mothers) come to these agencies scared out of their minds, they don’t want an abortion, and they honestly believe (thanks to society) that an unwed mother, a teen, a poor woman, is undeserving of her own child. They go to these agencies and are are coerced. Lawyers work for these companies and are paid big money to work on behalf of the adoption company and the client-the adoption parents. The birth mother has absolutely zero protection herself. These businesses profit by taking children from the wombs scared hopeless young birthmothers and into the arms of paying customers. There is no turning back, once the money is paid, the baby is no longer belongs to the birth mother. At this point she is reduced to as the prochoice people say “an incubator”. We can deny it all you want, but in this business, is she anything else?

Did you know that government agencies almost never have infants available up for adoption? Do you know why? Because they aren’t making any profit adopting children out. They are working for the best interest of the birth parents and the child. Mothers are directed to help, and get the help they need to keep their children, or a biological family member is able to care for the child, because that’s the best interest of the child. The mother is also legally able to have her child returned to her, as long as she is not an addict, or has ever been charged with child abuse. In private adoption, this is absolutely never an option, unless of course the lawyers didn’t cover the company and the adoption parents well enough.

Slowly I began to uncover the real face of most infant-relinquishing adoptions, children desperate to know who they really are, forbidden by laws or their adopted parents to find the mother and father that they were created by to be loved and cared for them. Forbidden to have relationships with their birth parents. Then you see the birth mothers, who morn the loss of their child who’s still alive for the rest of their lives, shamed, guilty, hopeless. Look up their blogs. Read their stories, face their pain.

The worst part is, because this has a lot to do with religious, particularly Christian and prolife groups, we turn our cheeks and close our eyes to the pain. We tell ourselves that it isn’t our problem and we’ve done our part. I don’t believe that, and I’ll stand on whatever side against what is the best interest of both the mother/father and the child. I’ll never choose one or the other. And never on the side of profit, especially profit off human beings.

There was a story my priest told me about the importance in our Catholic faith about the relationship between a mother and child, being as were Catholics and we don’t dismiss the importance of Mary in the life of Christ like other Christians might. He said in Yakima there were many Latino immigrants who were there illegally, and were being deported. The problem is, the children they had, one in particular only days old, were legal citizens of the United States. In situations like this the children are actually forced to remain in the Untied States as citizens. The Bishop of Yakima, stepped in, firmly planted in the truth that a child should never be separated for a mother. The children were then able to be processed, released, and returned to the parents.

If we look at Mother Mary, a teen, unmarried (betrothed, but unmarried), she would probably be deemed an “unfit” mother by our society. We gasp in horror when prochoice people say heinous things about Mary aborting Christ, but we would support Christ being raised by any other woman than the Mother of Christ?

Why are we okay with signs at clinics where scared women go to have abortions that read, “don’t kill your baby we want it!” Why are we so obsessed with “choose adoption!!!”

Where is the rally for the “alternative” true and holy nature of keeping a mother with her children? Why is adoption seen as the solution to abortion? There are programs in place to help these women, in our country how is it possible that a woman is so scared she feels the need to abort or give away for her child? How is this still a normal mentality? Because both prolife and prochoice people feed the fear. Neither of us apparently has any faith or respect for the nature of human beings. We have those who are prochoice who stand solely on the side of the mother, and those who are prolife who stand solely on the side of the baby, but who protects the family? Isn’t that the divine nature, the most important structure of our entire society? Unfortunately even pregnancy crisis centers are required to educate mothers who have already chosen to keep and raise their baby, on the topic of adoption and how much better it is for their baby, before giving any sort of services.

So, is there a need for adoption? Yes there is. There is a need for adoption because although God has designed us to be raised by our mother and father there are still evil and sin in this world. Sin that abuses children, causes parents to become sick with addictions, and creating broken family and children who have not a single blood family member to turn too. This is where the need is, not in the wombs of scared women or young mothers.

Now, we can tell ourselves, as prolife or proadoption people, that “we’ve never done that!!” Or “I’ve never strictly advocated for a woman to adopt without pointing her to help as well!” But honestly that isn’t good enough to wash our hands free of guilt. If we aren’t actively seeking and speaking out about stuff like this, we feed the same mentality that feeds abortion. That an unwed, poor, scared, mother is unworthy of her own child. I see hundreds of prolife people state that “we need less adoption laws to make adoption easier!!” Easier for who? Adopted parents? Through the state adoption IS easy, for parents who are qualified based on the best interest for the child. It’s also little to no COST. Yep. You heard that right. What’s easier than that?

Since I’m not a birth parent, I would like if we could all actually read what the birth parents have to say about adoption.

Here’s a pamphlet created by birth parents on how adoption has affected them. In order for a woman to properly and willfully choose adoption as a choice for her, she needs to know these facts, she needs to hear the good and the bad in order to make an informed decision. I beg all people especially prolife people, to read the pamphlet and inform yourselves please! If we want to really protect woman and children we need to protect the family!

(Sorry for any grammar, spelling mistakes)

http://www.cubirthparents.org/docs/39%20What%20You%20Should%20Know%20if%20Youre%20Considering%20Adoption.pdf

BTS Reaction - “I’m still mad, but just stay like this.”

pandziax8 said: So can I request Bts reaction when you have big fight with them (you’re gf) but the day after you have a bad day and suddenly come and backhug them and say"Im still mad, just stay like this"‘cause it comforts you and they know that ^^ :)

Aw this reminds me of the drama Uncontrollably Fond, the characters always said “just stay like this” and hug after they had a fight. I love it!! Hope you enjoy!

Jungkook:

After a rough night fighting with Jungkook, and having a bad day that began by spilling hot coffee all over your white work outfit, you just wanted to sleep. Before you could even reach your bedroom, Jungkook came in and began to say something, but you stopped him and told him to be quiet. That’s when he came up and hugged you from behind.

“Jungkook, I’ve just had the worst day and I’m not in the mood.”

“Y/N, I’m still mad, but just stay like this. I’m sorry you had a rough day.”

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Jimin:

You were making tea in the kitchen when you heard shuffling. Inwardly sighing, you were hoping to make it through the rest of this horrible day without anymore problems. You couldn’t stop thinking about your fight with Jimin last night. Your car wouldn’t start, then you got yelled at by your boss. But when Jimin entered the kitchen, he didn’t say anything, just came over and wrapped his arms around your waist and put his chin on your shoulder.

“You should have called me when your car broke down. I’m still mad about last night, but please just stay like this for a second.”

Originally posted by park-jimizzle

J-Hope:

The poor boy wouldn’t know how to say anything to you after last night, and then the fight you had with your mom on the phone earlier that day. So he would just slowly pull your back against his chest and hug you from behind, hoping it would comfort you.

Originally posted by beatriceindre

Jin: 

There would be no words exchanged after the night before. You didn’t even explain to him how your dad called with some bad news - your little sister had been admitted to the hospital because of an illness. So when your mom called Jin because you weren’t answering and explained everything to him, he came into the bedroom where you were looking at pictures and hugged you from behind.

“I’m still a little mad, but can we just stay like this? I want to help you.”

Originally posted by theseoks

Taehyung:

After your fight with Taehyung over what’s happening with the holidays, you opted for the silent treatment. And after having a bad day - one where your internet broke, your contact lenses were bothering you, and where all you wanted was to cry over the night before - Taehyung noticed you were upset.

“I’m still mad. But just stay like this for a little bit. I know you had a rough day.”

Originally posted by suga-com

Suga:

You and Suga had fought over sleep. He slept too damn much, or at least you thought, and it was beginning to effect his work because he’d never answer his phone. To add to the mix, you were at the gym and some sweaty guy’s bottle of gatorade ended up hitting you in the head and spilling into your lap. You went home, soaking wet and upset that Suga was probably sleeping again, but instead, he walked over to you as you were trying to find a change of clothes and clung to you.

“Rough day?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry about last night. I’m still annoyed, but I just want to stay like this. I missed you.”

Originally posted by mn-yg

Namjoon:

Now, normally, there are no fights because you two are a really relaxed pair. But last night was terrible, and you fought over dumb things that could have been avoided. Added to that, on your way out this morning, you tripped and hit your forehead against the concrete. He saw it all happen - and made sure you were okay and gave you medicine before hugging you from behind and whispering to you.

“I’m really sorry. Please just stay like this for a while.”

Originally posted by jinkooks

Requests are open!

Boys (S.D.R. x Reader)

AN: there might be a part two? Maybe. We’ll see. 

Tag Crew: @artisticgamer @huffleheyguys @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2

Request: @megabooklover18 - Then could I request the democratic republicansx reader where one of them accidentally punched the reader and then they panic and go into mother hen mode?

Warning: fuck boys 

Word Count: 1,688

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You and the boys were sprawled out on the lawn of the courtyard relaxing after class. This week, all of your schedules were filled with free periods due to the three day long talent show of sorts that your school put on every year before break. All of these free periods meant more time with your boys, which you greatly appreciated. Everyone was grateful for the easy week, with a few exceptions.

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Medical Checkup

Part Two

Summary: Doctor Negan can’t resist one of his patients.

Word Count: 2819

A/N:  I really hope you enjoy this pure piece of smut as much as I loved writing it. I decided to end it on a slight cliffhanger since I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue. If you want me to write a part 2 feel free request one! Also, I would love to read your thoughts and opinions!

Warnings: Smut, Blowjob, Fingering, Swearing, slight Daddy kink? (the word is said once.)

Tagging: @jml509, @negansoutpost, @warriorqueen1991, @negans-network

So, I don’t know if you guys wanted to be tagged in everything I write or not, but if you only want to be tagged in ‘Life in her yet’ please let me know!

I’m also going to tag @jdmfanfiction, I really hope you’re feeling better and if you ever need somebody to talk to, you can always message me! <3

And for all the others, let me know if you want to be tagged!

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Doctor!Negan x Jade Graham (pre-apocalypse) 

Jade carefully stepped out of the steaming shower cabin, a towel tightly wrapped around her slim body. She instantly reached for the bathroom sink to get a little bit more support. Four days ago, she had a much-needed surgery on her left knee cap and now she’s stumbling around everywhere.

She opened the sliding door to let some of the humidity and steam out and also to not get her leg brace wet.

Suddenly, a loud knock echoed through the room and the big, hospital door opened wide. Her towel seemed to be startled by the sudden interruption and dropped to the floor which made her sigh.

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Dear Journal,

This morning I woke up close to Sirius’ chest. I blinked and looked at the clock. It was 9 am. Was Teddy up? I shook Sirius’ arm to wake him up.

“Pads? It’s 9 am why haven’t we heard Teddy wake up?!” I said, starting to freak out.

“It’s 9 am?! But he should be up at this time!” Sirius said, standing up and running out the door to go check on Teddy.

When he opened our bedroom door, we both sighted with relief. Regulus was in the kitchen making cookies with a giggling Teddy in his high chair.

“Dadda! Padda!” Teddy said when he saw us.

“Wow.. are you guys okay? Looks like you just saw a ghost in there!” Regulus laughed while cracking some eggs in a bowl.

“We thought something was wrong with Teddy.. We didn’t hear him wake up..” Sirius said.

“Oh.. Well I picked him up when he woke up. We had a lot of fun, did we Teddy?” Regulus smiled, looking in Teddy’s way.

Teddy nodded and giggled. He was sitting in his high chair with both of his Padfoot and Moony stuffed animals beside him.

“Well, we’re gonna go back to bed and cuddle.. We haven’t had great sleep the past few days.. You two have fun.” Sirius said, winking at me.

He dragged me in our room and playfully pushed me on the bed.

“Well look who got themselves a babysiter!” Sirius laughed while kissing my lips.

“Mhmm..” I mumbled.

“What’s wrong love?” Sirius frowned.

“Teddy didn’t get his goodmorning kiss..” I said.

“Oh baby.. He’s with Regulus, look how happy he was.. You can give him a kiss later. Now i’m the one who wants a kiss! We barely had time to ourselves!” Sirius said.

“Are you jealous of Teddy taking most of my attention?” I laughed.

“No! I just want to be with you!” He laughed too.

“Cuddle me then.” I said, putting my arms around his bare chest.

“I’m tired.. Let’s go back to sleep..” He yawned, getting under the soft covers.

And we drifted off to sleep again only to be woken up by small hands on our cheeks a few hours later. It was Teddy. He was sitting in the fluffy sheets, looking so small as always. He was softly brushing his tiny hands on our cheeks to wake us up. Sirius hadn’t shave in a few days so Teddy was giggling at Sirius’ scrachy beard.

“Hey Teddy bear! C'mere and give dadda a hug.” I said, taking his little figure in my arms.

“Dadda.” He mumbled.

When he hugged me, i heared his little giggles in my ear. Merlin he was adorable. Sirius was still asleep so Teddy and I tickled him.

“Padda!” Teddy said, his tiny fingers tickling Sirius.

“Hmm.. is it already morning!” Sirius said, jokingly to make Teddy laugh.

And it worked. His contagious laugh brightened up the room. He always had a smile on his face.

“Where’s Regulus Ted?” Sirius asked.

Teddy’s mouth was shapped in a “o” and he put his hands on his mouth to hide the giggles.

Regulus jumped from under the bed which scared us but it made Teddy laugh.

Sirius grabbed Teddy and started tickling him. He was laughing and yelling. Suddently the phone rang and Regulus ran to get it in the kitchen.

“Who could that be?” Sirius asked.

Regulus came back with his mouth open.

“Boys.. Guess who just rushed to the hospital because his girlfriends water broke..” Regulus said.

“JAMES AND LILY?!” Sirius and I yelled at the same time.

“Baby Prongs is on his way!” Regulus laughed.

-Remus
April 13th 1978

A Pain in My... Back

Summary: Hospital AU. One Shot. A bit of a Meet-Cute. Mary Margaret has just had surgery and won’t stop pointing out all of her cute nurses to Emma in an attempt to get her back out in the dating field. It’s a little embarrassing.

Word Count: 4519

Rated: T

A/N: This is very loosely based off of my mom attempting to do the same thing to me a few weeks ago. All of the medical/hospital terms I used in this came from my memory of that experience so I apologize if I get anything wrong! Also, as you can probably guess, my story doesn’t have the same ending as this one! Ha!

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It wasn’t like her sister-in-law intentionally sought out opportunities to embarrass her.

She was just kind of oblivious to how loud she spoke.

And the strong pain killers the hospital was giving her was not helping matters.

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That’s My Wife - Dean Winchester

Author: Admin C

Summary: The boys and the reader go out to the bar one night and the reader challenges some of the guys to a game of pool. Doing the game, the guys get a little touchy and the reader has a little something to say about that.

A/N: I just saw this one and this was requested weeks ago so I sincerely apologize

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“Y/N, you ready?” Dean hollered down the hallway. You walked out of the room you and Dean shared.

“Yep!” You guys walked out to the garage, got in the Impala, and headed to the local bar. You guys haven’t had a day off, so the boys decided that this would be the night.

“What can I getcha?” The perky bartender asked looking at Dean with heart eyes.

“Two beers and a smirnoff for her.” He replied, smiling down at you.

“I’m so glad I married you.”

“Right back at ya, sweetheart.” The bartender rolled her eyes as she sat the drinks down. Dean paid and handed Sammy a beer. Just then, a group of dirty and already partially drunk guys walked into the bar.”

“Anyone up for a game of pool against the undefeated?” The “leader” of the group asked. You sat my drink down and walked over to him.

“Let’s play.”

“You think you can beat me, little lady?”

“I don’t know, let’s find out.” He sat a hundred dollar bill down and I did the same. Dean walked over to you and pulled you away.

“What are you doing?”

“Dean, don’t forget that I played pool at bars every night just to get by.” He nodded and let you go.

“I’ll break.” The man said. Before you knew it, he had all but three of his balls in. Unfortunately for him, he got the cue ball in. You smiled and looked over at Dean. Ball after ball went in. You finally got to the eight ball and bent down to get a perfect shot before the man came up behind you and grabbed your waist. Dean sat down his beer. You move to the side, grabbing the back of his head and slammed it on the pool table. 

“That’s my wife!”

“You bitch!” He swung his arm to punch me, but you caught it and twisted it until you heard a snap. You pushed him to the ground, grabbed the cue stick and shot the eight ball in. You took the two hundred dollars from the table.

“Your big, scary undefeated champion just got his ass kicked by a little lady. I suggest you guys drive him to the hospital to get that arm checked out.”

You turned to Sam and Dean. Their jaws were hanging all the way to floor.

“How is my wife more badass than me?”  Dean asked and pulled you onto his lap and you just laughed

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You’re Hurt

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Title: You’re Hurt

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 950

Warnings: Injured reader, fluff

a/n: This was at the top of my request list, which probably means it’s been there for a while. So I apologize for taking so long on this request. I hope you all love this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3 <3

This was requested by anon: What about a Sammy Imagine? Like something where the reader gets hurt badly on a hunt Sammy (the boyfriend) takes care of you. Love you

There were countless times where your boyfriend Sam Winchester would come back from a hunt with injuries.  You never failed to take care of his wounds as best as you could.  Luckily there was rarely a time where any of you had to go to a hospital.  Unfortunately, this time when you came back from a hunt with Dean, you were the one who ended up getting injured.

You ignored Dean’s pleas and went straight to the shared room you had with Sam.  A dangerous hunt always made you think about what you had with Sam.  It refreshed the painful reminder that your lives were incredibly dangerous and unpredictable.  

When you pushed open the door, you limped inside the room.  You quickly gained Sam’s attention.  He moved from the bed, rushing to your side.  The younger Winchester grabbed your arm, letting you lean against the other.  Sam sat you down on the bed, grabbing the emergency first aid kit that you kept on the dresser.

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Night Changes

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, unwanted sexual advances (It’s mild but it still might be graphic guys, read with caution) forced kissing, mentioned violence, angst 

Word Count: 1660

Summary: You see Sebastian out a bar months after you broke up and make a decision that goes horribly wrong. 

Request: Hello! Could I request prompt #8 ‘can you hold me?’ With Sebastian Stan? Like they broke up a while ago and one day she is drunk and it’s raining and they run into each other at the bar and he drives her home and fluff perhaps?

A/N: Thanks for the request Sweetheart, hope this is what you were looking for ! I deviated away from the prompt a little, and it’s way more angsty but this was just the idea that came to me. 


Admittedly, it should never have gotten to the point that it did. 

I should have had control over myself, over my emotions. I shouldn’t have drunk as much as I did and I certainly shouldn’t have been dancing as provocatively as I was with a man I didn’t know, letting him think that this was heading somewhere it wasn’t. I could still feel the way his fingers had dug into my hips as he rutted up against my ass and it made me feel sick. His breath had been stale with beer and I could still taste it no matter how many times I washed my mouth out. It was like he was lingering on me, reminding me of everything that had happened.

The night had started out harmlessly enough, a few drinks with the girls after work at the bar just down the road from our office. It had only just opened up and there was no better opportunity to try it out than Friday afternoon after a hard, gruelling week. We were having fun, teasing Sarah over her crush on our boss while we worked our way through our second round of cocktails.

It was only when I offered to get the next round that I saw him, the breath catching in my throat as he laughed, tilting his head back to finish off the beer in his hand while clapping the other onto his friends back. I stood there, in the same spot I’d frozen, just staring. It had been months since I’d seen him, since we’d called things off and honestly, it still hurt just as much as it had back then. Our lives had been in different places, his job taking him away for months at a time while mine continued here in New York.

We had the long distance relationship down pat, phone calls, texts and skype, we managed. But it was when he came home that the problems arose, each of us having to learn how to be together again. It was inevitable that our relationship was going to end.

A knock to my shoulder brought me back from my thoughts, my tongue licking over my lips as I continued on my way to the bar, my heart hammering inside of my chest. He looked happy, at ease and it only made me feel worse.

I took a deep breath as I rested my hands on top of the bar, my fingers drumming on the hard mahogany surface.
“What can I get for you?”
“Vodka,” I answered. “Straight, in a shot.”
The bartender quirked an eyebrow but said nothing as he grabbed the bottle from the shelf behind him, pouring out the shot and placing it in front of me. I threw it back quickly, wincing as the alcohol burned down the back of my throat, the tears stinging at the corner of my eyes at the strong taste. When it was all the way down, I raised my hand for another.

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I Took a Walk for Seven Years

It was August 9, 2009. I was thirty eight years old. My oldest daughter Avis was twelve, and the younger pair, Joanne and John, were nine year old twins. I’d been married for fifteen years. I worked at an insurance firm. And every Sunday, while my wife and Avis went to church and the twins went to my mother’s house, I took a walk.

It was a clockwork sort of arrangement. My wife knew never to push me into going with her, I was an atheist and set on staying that way.

Of course, given what’s happened, my views have changed.

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i’m always a slut for a christmas au 

  • “i know we hate each other but it’s christmas eve and your flight was cancelled please come inside”
  • “i got you for secret santa so i got you this really expensive but sentimental gift that you’ve always wanted, hoping you’ll never find out it’s from me - and that i’ve been in love with you 1234567 years”
    SNOWBALL FIGHTS
  • “hi we’re neighbours and omg are you alright i could smell cooking burning - whoaaa now that’s just embarrassing? step aside i’ll handle this”
  • person a seducing person b into taking a few steps back/backing them against the wall (”oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there????”)
  • “you’re in the hospital for the holidays so i came in while you were sleeping to decorate your room i love you merry christmas”
  • “YES I BOOBY TRAPPED THE PRESENTS BECAUSE YOU DO THIS EVERY FUCKING YEAR”
  • “i live below you and i was minding my own business watching the snowfall out the window WHEN I SAW A BODY FALL ARE YOU REALLY PUTTING UP CHRISTMAS LIGHTS NOW”
  • I KNITTED YOU A JUMPER
  • MY MOM KNITTED YOU A JUMPER
  • “we’re strictly ‘platonic’ but we’re snowed in omg we’re gonna have to repopulate the earth”
  • “i slipped on ice outside your house and you ran out barefoot to help me quick let’s get inside under a blanket”
  • “’it’s a wonderful life’ aww it sounds so cute babe sure we can watch it! *30 mins later* “YOU MONSTER”
  • “we were playing in the snow and you suddenly tackled me to the ground and now…we’re just…staring… at each other…”
  • “YOU DON’T LIKE MARSHMALLOWS IN YOUR HOT CHOCOLATE? WHY DO YOU HATE LOVE”
  • TREE DECORATING (bonus points if one of them is doing it completely wrong omg why am i in love with you) 
  • “we took our kids to santa’s workshop and they both wished we would get together”
    FRIENDS AU - “our christmas party turned into a tropical theme because the radiator is broken and it’s hotter than hell in here - damn you look good without a shirt i never noticed before asgdhfjgkhl” 
  • “we’re co workers who hate each other but you had too much to drink at the staff christmas party and admitted your love for me i don’t know how to act around you now” 
  • DRUNKEN CAROLLING (”that’s not a thing” “oh yes it is”) 
  • TEACH ME HOW TO SKI (lol jk i know how you’re just so fucking cute)
  • “there’s a storm and omg i’m losing signal are you okay?? hold on let me drive 489432 miles to get you the night before christmas” 
  • PULLING YOU IN FOR A KISS WITH A SCARF 
  • “i did that annoying thing where i put loads of smaller boxes inside one big box and you’re getting really mad but you don’t know that the ring is in the smallest box and i can’t wait to see your face”
Capable (Chapter 3)

                                   Chapter 1               Chapter 2

Originally posted by natpekis

Bucky Barnes x mutant!Reader

Summary: You were kidnapped by Hydra 10 years ago but now you’re free. You find yourself at the Avengers Tower while you recover and readjust to real life.

Warnings: language (moderate), angst, PTSD

A/N: If you can or have time, feedback is always wonderful. If you don’t want to be tagged in future fics please just let me know, promise I won’t be offended. Or if you do want be tagged and you’re not you can tell me that too! Hope everyone enjoys the new chapter! ALSO, I have officially opened requests!




“What. The. Fuck. Steve.” Bucky said in time with his fists as they expertly hit the punching bag in front of him. 

“She’s not ready, Steve. I want her to stay and be a part of this too but she’s just not fucking ready. I don’t understand why Tony doesn’t see that.” He had stopped hitting the punching bag and sat down on the bench in the gym. He was rubbing his face in exasperation hoping his friend would feel the same way he did about the situation. He had felt a connection from you since the beginning and he knew you felt it too but he also knew that you didn’t know why there was a connection. He wanted to tell you about his experiences with Hydra. He wanted to talk to you about it more than anything because finally he had met someone who would truly understand his situation that no one else could. He worried about doing so though because you seemed to be adjusting so well to every day life, he wasn’t sure if it was because you didn’t remember what happened or if you just weren’t being honest with yourself but he didn’t want upset you either way.

Steve sat down next to him and patted him on the back. “Maybe she’s more ready thank you think Buck. Maybe this is what she needs to get back on her feet.” He understood Bucky’s hesitation about you jumping head first into training and the Avengers. I mean after all, they still didn’t know exactly what you had been through while Hydra had you in their custody, you had been rather tight lipped on the matter, which Steve couldn’t be too upset about since he still didn’t know exactly everything Bucky had done either. Somethings were just better left not talked about but he felt they should really get at least an idea of what Hydra had made you do but he was hoping that he would get to know what you were capable of once you started your training.

The last few weeks of your recovery had gone by in the blink of an eye. You were so excited to finally be moved into a real room with a real bed and bathroom, to see the common rooms and most of all to get back into the gym. Natasha was going to take you shopping at some point so you could get some more clothes. Tony had asked her and Pepper to go purchase you some clothes to get you started but they were mostly basics like underwear, workout clothes, jeans and t-shirts. Right now you were getting ready to go start your first day of training with Natasha. Natasha was going to work with you on combat training and eventually you would work with Wanda on training and enhancing your powers. Once you had finally picked out a pair of shorts and a sports bra you headed over to the gym.

“Hey hot stuff,” Natasha sauntered over towards you from the locker rooms of the gym with a cocky grin plastered on her face.

“Shut up Nat, I know you’re the one who bought these fucking shorts. Seriously, do they not make clothes for adults anymore or something, these things are so tiny.” You tugged at the hem of the shorts trying to somehow magically make them longer. She laughed and dragged you by the arm over the treadmill. 

The two of you jogged for about 30 minutes then did weights and other basic workouts, just to get warmed up. The real test of your training was about to start as you stepped on to the sparring mat. Steve and Bucky had entered the gym not long after you and Nat. They noticed you guys getting ready to spar and slowed down their work out in order to direct some of their attention to the two of you as you got into your stances to start sparring. You and Nat started fighting, throwing punches and kicks in time with each other but what happened next, even you weren’t expecting.

In one swift move, Natasha’s legs were around your neck as she pulled you to the ground and pinned you. You gasped as your vision went black and suddenly you weren’t in the gym anymore. You were on a hot roof and the fighting was very real and the punches hurt. You were fighting a man who you had been following for sometime now at the order of Hydra. You had been ordered to kill him and you had just been waiting for the right opportunity but you had been made by the target. You had gotten distracted by some nearby warfare and your powers glitched making you visible and he spotted you then chased you onto the roof where you were now fighting for your life.

Bucky had heard you gasp and saw you collapse despite Nat’s loose grip on your neck and ran over to rip Natasha off you. He picked you up by your shoulders and was gently shaking you trying to get you back to reality as your body went limp and your eyes rolled half way into the back of your skull. You started to scream and grab at the air in front of you, just trying to get ahold of anything so you could feel more grounded, you ended up with handfuls of Bucky’s shirt as you started to cling to him, desperate to end this horrible nightmare that seemed to keep you chained inside your mind.

After a few more moments of horror, you finally came to. Tears streaming down your face, you looked around Nat looked terrified, probably worried that she had hurt you, Steve had run to get you water for when you came to and Bucky had really concerned look on his face. You wanted to tell them you were okay but when you went to open your mouth you started to gag, you shot up and ran to the trash can in the corner of the room as you proceed to throw up what felt like everything you had eaten in the past week. Bucky walked over to you and started to rub your back in an effort to console you. 

“I’m so sorry guys, I don’t know what happened.” You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, looking at Nat. The look on her face had gone from scared to relieved once you stopped puking your brains out.

“You don’t have to apologize Y/N, it seems like you had a PTSD flashback. It’s not surprising after everything you’ve been through.” Steve held out a water bottle for you and put a cold towel around your neck.

“I used to get them a lot when I first came back. To be honest with you, they don’t really get easier but eventually you’ll at least you’ll be able to tell when they are going to happen and prepare yourself.” Bucky pulled you into a hug, while still rubbing your back. You had really scared him, but he was glad he and Steve had been there when it happened so that they could help you understand and get through it. After all the sleepless nights and scary out of body experiences he had gone through with the help of Steve, they were basically experts at dealing with it now.

“Came back from where?” You glanced up at him quizzically.

“No where, we’ll talk about it later.” Bucky released you from his embrace. “Right now though we should get you to Bruce so he can make sure you didn’t get hurt when you fell.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the gym towards Bruce’s office in the hospital wing.

“Wait Bucky, please no. I don’t want to go back in there, it’s so depressing and I just got out of there, I can’t go back. Please, I feel fine.” You pulled back and planted your feet firmly in the middle of the hallway.

“Y/N please, I want to make sure you’re not injured” He pleaded with you hoping to change your mind.

“No Bucky, I’m fine. Can we please just go some where and talk about whatever the hell it was that you brought up back in the gym?” You gently pulled on his hand again, giving him a puppy dog look. He sighed and gave up on getting you into the hospital wing.

“Ok fine, we can talk but just know it might not be a conversation you want to have.” He started guiding you back towards the rooms where he brought you into his and sat you down.

“I’m a big girl Bucky, I can handle whatever it is.” You huffed at him, just wanting a straight forward answer for once.

He explained to you that he had been the Winter Soldier. He told you all about his experience with Hydra, how they had kept him frozen for years, tortured him, erased his memories and tried to get him to kill his best friend. By the time he was done, you couldn’t even hear him talking because the sound of your heart trying to beat it’s way out of your chest was overwhelming. Everything he said, everything he had experienced, the electroshock treatments, they memory erasing, the forced killings, all of it was exactly what Hydra had done with you but you never thought in a million years that there could possibly be someone out there who shared your experience. You sat next to him hyperventilating as you let everything he told you sink in. You felt him put his arms around you again and pull you into another embrace, that was all it took to break you. You started sobbing into his chest as you clung to him. 

“Did they do the same things to you Y/N?” Bucky tried to ask gently, hoping that even though you were sobbing you would at least answer yes or no questions. You nodded your head, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“Y/N, did you kill people?” He pulled you away and looked you in the eye. You nodded furiously, still sobbing violently. He gave you an empathetic sigh and nod and pulled you back in for another hug. “I’m not going to ask your for details now but I need you to promise me that eventually you’ll tell me everything.” You nodded again as you gave him a small squeeze.

“I promise.” This time you were the one to pull away. You gave him a small smile, trying to be reassuring which he returned. You now had an explanation as to why you had felt close to him from the moment you met and it changed everything. Your time at Hydra was something you never thought you would be able to be fully honest about but now here he was, just as exposed and broken as you and it was such a relief. You’ve never felt so close to anyone in your life.





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snow in april (chapter 2 of 8)

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warning for depictions of death and ptsd.

The dreams returned, even though Scully was right on the other side of the bed. He woke up gasping her name and was relieved to see her right there, on her side with her hair falling across her face. His pulse was elevated and he collapsed against the pillows, trying to settle his breathing. He could hear Scully telling him to breathe deeply and so he tried that, reaching out to touch her cheek. He crawled across the mattress and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

White light was streaming in from between the curtains. He shifted a little and saw snow on the ground. A lot of snow, covering the ground like a massive lumpy quilt.

“Scully,” he whispered. “Hey, Scully, it snowed.”

“Mm, go back to sleep, Mulder,” she grumbled into the pillows. “I’m tired. I haven’t slept well in months.”

Oh, Scully. He leaned down to kiss her cheek. “It snowed. A lot. Several inches, I think; maybe a foot. Don’t you think that’s unusual weather?”

“That’s nice,” she said, eyes still closed. She tugged the comforter up over her head, tenting both of them in darkness. “I’m sure we’ll have plenty of moments like this in this next eighteen years, though, so I’m going back to sleep, okay?”

He sighed, kissing her again. “I’m going to go make coffee.”

“See if they have decaf,” she muttered into the pillow. Damn it, he thought; he’d forgotten. This was going to take some practice.

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Gossip

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

“Nurse!” “Nurse!” “Nurse!”

That’s how it was for you all day. No one cared to learn your name. You were simply a nurse to them and you had an obligation to tend to their needs. You liked your job but some days it was just so draining. Your shift seemed like it would never finish.

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Dating Bambam (Got7)

I had this done down to the tags and then Tumblr decided to ACT UP AND CRASH and all of it got lost :) No shade Tumblr but what a bitch move


  • when he first started liking you
  • he’d be a dog that barks doesn’t bite y'know?
  • he’d always tell the other’s about how he’ll do this and that to catch your attention
  • but the second you come around
  • he be sitting quietly in his seat
  • and say a high pitched greeting
  • one time he got you a drink
  • but he was so excited about giving it to you he drank it himself
  • and then when he saw you
  • he looked down and was like
  • ‘I knew something felt wrong about drinking it’
  • and whenever you compliment him let’s say for performing so well
  • he’d take it all cool like
  • “Glad you liked it haha”
  • but then later with the members he’d be like
  • “shE SAiD i diD WELL
  • and he isn’t bold enough to make moves on you but if anyone else was
  • lord he’d get pissed not even at you
  • but he’d be all petty and you’d cash him ousside and ask if he’s avoiding you
  • and he’d be like
  • “idk just didn’t wanna interfere with your special friend”
  • and you’d be like
  • “way to be an idiot :/”
  • and then he’d be like
  • “shit”
  • and decide it’s time it’s time to confess
  • and say sorry and he gathers his strength
  • and gets you a bouquet of your favourite flower and goes to your place and gives you a speech
  • “Y/N I’m sorry about being a weird asshole it’s just I like you and I am not a cocky and cool as I always pretend so I was scared you’d like someone else way more than me and that I’m just the weird boy trying to woo you. I am honestly sorry. I hope you can forgive me and accept me and my confession”
  • and you’re shook for a second because does he have a fever????
  • where did that serious Bambam come from whut?
  • But you smile and hug him and tell him you like him too
  • and he just fist in the air victory screech small wiggle of happiness and then he’ll get blushy like
  • “I’ll take you on a date tomorrow night okay?”
  • and you agree and he leaves
  • and IMMEDIATELY CALLS HIS FRIENDS
  • “I AM ALMOST A TAKEN MAN I CONFESSED AND DIDNT GET REJECTED”
  • So that date he asked you to be his and you said yes
  • the moment you start officially dating his shyness is gone
  • new Bambam who dis????
  • he’d come at you with the dirtiest, cheesiest, dumbest pick up lines
  • and he’d ask his members if they were good
  • but not Jinyoung a rational member
  • he’d ask like Mark and/or Yugyeom
  • and they’d hype him up so bad
  • so he comes at you like
  • “Hey, hey Y/N, what do a candle and I have in common?”
  • “Tell me”
  • “You should blow us ;)))”
  • and you roll your eyes and he’d pout and get defensive like
  • “BUT MARK SAID THAT WAS A GOOD ONE”
  • “BUT YOU SHOULDN’T DO THINGS IF MARK TUAN SAYS THEY ARE GOOD DON’T YOU LEARN BOY?”
  • So idk if you knew but Bambam’s second same is skinship
  • Kunpimook Skinship Bhuwakul
  • at least in a relatinship
  • he would be your damn shadow
  • no even closer
  • loves showing you off
  • doesn’t even care if his member will tease him
  • they probably did at first but then gave up bc
  • “Uhh Y/N and Bambam kissing, did I see right????”
  • “Yeah”
  • he would also like leaving small trails of kisses everywhere
  • and laying on your chest, butt, tummy
  • everywhere that’s not normal body consistency but softer
  • he would seek closeness and comfortability in a relationship
  • physical and emotional
  • like if he slept over and you’d be ready for bed cuddling and he felt you were still wearing a bra he’d frown and be like
  • “Free the nipple don’t be scared. Let your friends out”
  • and totally would burp and fart in front of you no shame
  • one time you two went out for a massive meal
  • afterwards he had an intense case of the shits
  • and you sat next to him holding his hand and petroleum jelly
  • and febreze
  • that’s how close you two are
  • so you know how when you are pregnant you need to ‘eat for two’
  • yeah when youu are dating Bambam you need to think for two
  • bc homeboy surely doesn’t sometimes
  • one time he asked you if you think it’d really hurts that bad if one applied  Sriracha on their anus
  • “Kunpimook Bhuwakul do not!”
  • he called you later that day
  • “Hey, funny story I just came back from a small trip to the hospital. Yeah I have like a minor burn on my asshole, could you by any chance get some of the prescribed cremes for me?”
  • when you think of Bambam what comes to your mind?
  • what is one thing he does??
  • he dabs
  • when you two meet
  • he dabs
  • when you get him a present
  • he das
  • when you take a picture
  • he dabs
  • once he dabbed after an intimate moment and you just stared into the void thinking about wether his life is really worth keeping
  • He would tell you about how he wants to take you to Thailand some day
  • and as that’s not possible from one day to the other
  • he would want to teach you a little Thai
  • you’d ask him to tell you what “Hello my name is Y/N” means
  • but instead he would teach you “I like the smell of ass, Y/N”
  • and then five minutes before you met his family for the first time he turns to you and is like
  • “Please don’t say a single one of the words I thaught you”
  • And he would show you Thai dishes and if it had let’s say meat in it
  • it could be beef and he’d tell you it’s duck dick
  • and then you look it up bc aT THIS POINT TBH
  • and find out he lied
  • “Bambam if you don’t stop it’s gonna be your dick let me tell you”
  • but fun and jokes aside
  • sometimes
  • especially when he was homesick, schedule was tough etc
  • he would just want to be held and cry a little
  • and if you were ever going through something
  • he would just hug you and hold you close and listen and advice you
  • you would really be each others rock
  • and other times you two would just lay in bed at night next to each other and talk about anythings that comes up
  • and one of these times you two talked about the universe and all the odds
  • and how you two were born at the same time and came to the same place and fell in love for each other
  • and how if you think about that it’s a small miracle
  • and he turns to look at you and
  • “I love you”
  • “I love you too”
  • for dates he would like chill and comfortable things
  • and he would like them in the later hours of the day
  • he would regularly want to take casual but ethereal™ couple goal pictures
  • that would take a minimum of 58 attemps each time
  • Overall: A relationship with Bambam would be an expierence to say the least. It would be full of jokes and laughter and he would not mind making a fool of himself if it would cheer you up. But he would have a serious side too, requiring you to nurture him, whihc he would give back as well. He would seek proximity and would let you into his deepest thoughts.
Forget Me Not (707 x MC) : Part I

I’m sorry for the inactivity lately, we’ve all been awfully busy (well, okay, I was out visiting family and got sick after I went back). That, and, well, I’m having writer’s block whenever I go through the prompts in the inbox lately.


I am writing this fic to (hopefully) get out of my slump.

~Nao

Part I : Forget me not

Language of flowers :

True Love; “Don’t forget me“


“Who are you?“

There is no hint of recognition anywhere as she touches my face, and I lean into her touch. We were having a heart to heart talk just last night, and yet….

I looked at her with all the love I could muster despite the pain lancing through my chest, took her hand, and brought it to my lips.

“Me? I’m just somebody who loves you very much, MC.“


I closed my eyes and tried to keep the tears at bay. It hurt to see her get worse day by day, forgetting names and places, being unable to do the normal everyday stuff, and fearing that she might just not breath one day.

The smell of coffee permeates my nose and I hear somebody move a chair to my right. I ignored the intruder, until they touch my shoulder and I open my eyes to see a mirror-image of me, but with green eyes — it was my brother, Saeran.

“You okay?“ he asks, worry etched on his face. His features had grown somewhat kinder compared to when I first saw him again after almost a decade.

“Considering how I just woke up to my wife asking who I was despite telling me yesterday that she wouldn’t forget me? Yeah, I think so,“ I respond, absently running my hands through my face and hair.

Saeran offers me a cup of coffee, and I  take a sip of the hot, bitter liquid. I relish in the warmth for a bit before setting the cup down. “I appreciate the effort you put into making me some coffee, but you do know I’d like it better if you gave me a Dr. Pepper, right?“

He huffs and chucks a dish rag in my direction. I catch it before it hits me, but I didn’t expect him to throw another one, and it hits me right in the face. “That shit is going to kill you before —-“

We both hear a loud clatter from the room followed by a cry, so we both rush into the room to find the bedside lamp smashed on the floor and MC huddled in a corner, crying.

I approach her carefully, sitting on the floor beside her, but not quite touching.

“MC, what’s wrong?“

“R-rat! It tried to bite me, so I shoved it away, and… oh my god, it was a rat, I….DON’T TOUCH IT!!!“ she suddenly shrieks and starts making her way to Saeran, who was cleaning the mess, only for me to hold her in place and make eye contact.

“MC, it will be fine, okay? You did a good job in killing the rat, and Saeran is just cleaning up, okay? It’s not going to hurt him,“ her eyes were scared and she was trembling, but she held onto me nonetheless.

I continued talking to her as I led her away from the scene, and into the connecting bathroom.

“Kill? It’s… it’s dead?“

“Yes dear, it is. It won’t hurt anybody anymore, okay?“

“Really?“


“Really. So let’s leave Saeran to it and I’ll help you get ready, okay?“

“Clothes? What about chicken noodle soup?“

“We’ll have breakfast after you get ready, so let’s brush your teeth first, alright?“


The rest of the morning was uneventful after that episode, but I stayed by her side the whole day. I was afraid that she forgot our kids’ names as well, but it seemed like I was the only one she didn’t recognize, even though she aimed smiles my way whenever she saw me.

Now, I know people are wondering what happened to MC. We settled in and had kids years after the events at Mint Eye and helping my younger brother to readjust to the outside world. Rika is still in only-God-knows-where, but the RFA and I get regular updates from her facility.

I was genuinely happy and content for the first time in a long while, and I thought that I was going to live my days with MC until we both grew old and grumpy, but alas, as with all the good things that happen around me, this too, had to end at some point.

It started with the little things — MC forgetting recent events like birthdays and anniversaries, misplacing things…. I thought it was normal at first, but things kept getting worse. I eventually had to take her to the hospital to be examined when she disappeared for hours one day, only to find her wandering aimlessly around the garage and claiming that she got lost on the way back from the supermarket.

One would think that she might just have been pranking me, but no, she was downright serious. The part that convinced me that something was wrong though? It was checking the CCTVs and finding out that she never made it past the garage doors.

The doctors did a bunch of tests on her — MRIs, blood work, clinical assessments — and came to the conclusion that she had what doctors would call early onset Alzheimer’s disease. She was physically fine in the meantime despite her symptoms, but it also meant that I would have to witness her further deterioration as time went by.

To be continued…