So here I was, minding my own business, thinking about Nursey taking Ford under his wing in a “yeah lmao, these people are crazy. It’s chill” kind of way and suddenly I was ACCOSTED by the most vivid mental image of Nursey just. Resting his arm on Ford’s little head like an armrest, like an obnoxious big brother. She’s indignant, but she secretly loves it because she’s glad to be getting along with the team.
My boss called me “Tyrone” on accident (My name is Tyrand). She apologized and bought me lunch to make up for it. I didn’t think twice about it, since I’m used to getting called every variant of “Ty-(fill in blank here)”. Then later on I read a quote she keeps in her work area that made me feel kinda special.
“During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?” Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. “Absolutely,” said the professor. “In your careers you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say ‘Hello’.”
I’ve never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.“
He slammed on the breaks, his hand slamming across her chest to keep her from smashing forward
This is Marcos, that’s Leo. Don’t trust anybody else in this place, and if you need something from outside, ask them.
Turn your body when you punch, gives it more power.
My apartment isn’t a storage facility, y’know…
His idea of helping is to give you a passport and plane ticket, and tell you to stop bothering him
You think so little of yourself
I don’t do secrets if they don’t benefit me anyway
“What…? Are you going to jump?” “That’s the plan.”
That’s the most sexual handshake I’ve ever seen
You better watch that hand, boy.
“It’s her own fault that she didn’t do anything of herself!” “No, it’s not her fault!”
You have no idea how much you put her back.
“I’m thinking of taking my old job back…” “Robbing people?” “What? No, man…”
God, she’s gonna murder Chloe if she opens her mouth one more time to say something stupid
I don’t care what you did, you understand? It’s not my business in anyway.
Have you worked a day in your life?
“No… Oh my God, tell me you didn’t…” “He won’t report it. The man has more warrants than I have family left.”
Get a haircut you little monster.
“Where you going?” “I have work. Meet me in library at 2?”
“Are you gonna drink the whole bottle?” “Lost the cork, what else I’m supposed to do?”
I had to threaten to kill over half of them for them to come here, but hey, nobody needs to know that
“I’m sorry.” “No need to be, sweetheart. Are you still cold?”
Their leader didn’t give much change to mistakes
“Why do you say it like your pain doesn’t matter?” “Because at end of the day, somebody has suffered more than me.”
“Are you drunk?” “Hardly ever.”
“Why’s Marcus walking like that?” “He tried to do a cannonball to inch of snow.”
I don’t know why I’m eating, I’m not even hungry
Are you supposed to bring a present to a funeral?
“How did you started working for Harry?” “I ran over him and he offered me a job. Easy.”
Can you blow the candles next time you leave the room?
Why does your voice sound like gravel?
Would such a man pistol whip an eleven-year-old?
You’re not even supposed to drink caffeine.
Were you gonna stab me with a spoon?!
This is wicked magic. It’ll bite your ass faster than you can ever imagine
Is putting me behind bars not enough? You had chain me to a wall too?
Keep him screaming, Nik. I want someone to call the cops
The one time I need it to rain in Portland it doesn’t
I wish to speak with you, my darling.
“You’re gonna die alone!” “Everybody dies alone, you fool”
why’s the woman yelling outside
“Is this legal evidence?” “You and I have different meaning of legal, counselor”
Did you manage to punch him before he got arrested?
Let’s pretend we didn’t just break about sixteen laws in five seconds
Any change that you can
Oh shit, he’s a big fella, call Emma. I don’t wanna fight him.
You want your kid back? Better confess to murder of that little girl or soon your son goes to fight a big men’s war in Uganda
“Why are you sleeping on the back of the ambulance?” “Didn’t find any other place.”
“What did you give to him?” “A illegal horse tranquilizer from China. Knocks you out in five minutes. I don’t know how he’s even standing anymore.”
Hey fucker, my porch lights are not on! Fuck off!
You managed to find a only gun store that doesn’t have Chicago’s 78 hour wait?
“It’s not that easy” “Well it’s not that complicated either”
I just inhaled chocolate cake. This is the best way to die
I have to wear two sports bras to even think about exercising
Where do you think I do at 2am? Taco bell, bitch
I may not know your name but this won’t be your dying day
The lady of modern day Edinburg pierced the knife through her heart and hoped the spell had worked
That stupid grin on his face is almost enough of a reason to hit him
“I read the police report, you know.” “Then you know what happened. So why are you bothering to talk to me?”
Why aren’t they finding anything?
God why the hell I’m so hungry? I haven’t done anything…
“She has about four hours of air left.” “Who do you know?”
“Why’s she’s screaming?” “Some kind of ritual. I think she’s a witch.”
I got a headache for acting like I actually cared about his options
“Why are you on my couch?” “I’m trying to come up with a plan to get your brother out of the trouble with Chinese mafia.” “Oh… Well you’re welcome to stay if you like.”
I’ll call him. Let’s hope that he’s still in Barranquilla… And not in a ditch with cocaine blocking his nose.
“He’s still looking for you.” “What does that mean? Are you in trouble?”
“There’s dinner in the freezer.” “Ice cream is not dinner. But thanks.”
Yes, I will break it, don’t let me touch it
What was I supposed to think, you left giggling out of the room!
I didn’t think I could fuck up so badly. I’m honestly quite amazed of myself.
Don’t make the lie more complicated.
“She had enough evidence to put him to jail for the rest of his life.” “Why didn’t she?” “I think part of her still believed in family that time.”
I don’t wanna start begging, but I swear to God I will.
How long have you waited to do that?
Happy’s missing three teeth, Kevin has had his face purple for the past two weeks, and Rigg probably has lost half of his intelligence just hanging out with you guys!
You can stop avoiding me, alright? I know what happened, so call me.
I don’t know what your father taught you, but mine taught me how to take a beating.
“You just let her walk out of the front door?!” “We didn’t know it was her!” “How the hell you didn’t know that! Her face is plastered all over the news!”
“God, I don’t want to talk to you right now” “Well you have to. Does your shoulder hurt?”
”What the hell happened?! I though you promised not to lay a hand on him, no matter what he does!” ”Oh shut up. He started waving a knife around, I just made sure he didn’t poke his eye out.”
I don’t know how she’s even moving after that.
Don’t let me slam her face in, because I swear to God I will do it if she keeps talking
“You want my jacket?” “This smells like weed, dude.” “It’s not my jacket so don’t blame me.”
“Is this stolen?” “You want to see a receipt?”
“What… Why are you checking your pulse?” “I just wanna make sure that I’m still alive.”
I thought this was supposed to be one of those easy jobs!
Don’t make it obvious that you’re an asshole, put your shirt on.
You put on hell of a fight, I hope you know that.
Do I get a list of rules when I go there or do I just have to be on my good side?
They don’t look so happy… You think we should apologize?
I don’t think you should eat something that has been in your apartment as long as that has.
“Show me,” he whispered, starting to pull down the zipper of her hoodie. “It’s just a bruise…” She tried to push his hand away, but she was backed against the corner and the painkillers had stopped working, so even breathing was painful.
You’re still replying my texts so it can’t be that bad
“You’ve never been a man with few words.” “I only need few perfect words.” “And what are those?” “Marry me.”
Looks like you’ve started finally to listen to me.
I can feel the hair on my ass standing up
I know all your dirty tricks… I know every step before you even take them . He’s my brother. I’ll always take his side before anybody else’s.
When you decide to come in, there’s pepperoni pizza in the oven
He seems to like avoiding you.
It doesn’t matter how hurt she is, she’ll try to get up and fight. It’s her nature.
I would have come to the wedding but the nurses threated to tie me down to the bed if I even try to rip off the tubes and stuff… but you know, congratulations.
“Now you’re just being mean.” “I think the word you’re supposed to use is… a tease.”
Are we just going ignore that the maniac just drank the whole bottle?
She definitely has the balls to do it, no question about it
I got concussion from a door. I ended up at ER, explaining that the door viciously slammed against my face, sounds great doesn’t it
“How did you get mom here?” “I gave her two hundred bucks to stay the whole thing.” “What?!”
If she starts to poke my chest again, I’ll walk out and leave you there to be tortured
She grew up on lies. Either it was from her mother’s mouth or from the man who she always thought was her father.
“Who long have we known each other?” “About fifteen years. Give or take. But that doesn’t mean I trust you.”
Can you pull my shoulder back in?
He’s going to kill you. He’s so going to kill for doing that to her.
You used to be so much better at lying.
Stay down! Don’t get up!
“Do you believe in love with first sight?” “I don’t believe in love.”
She had warned him and after he started pounding on Jon the third time, she didn’t think twice for making him bleed.
Touch my brother and I’ll make sure that you won’t be able to move you hands an inch afterwards
I know my limits. I know how much pain I can take before I pass out or can’t move. I know my body.
“Nice underwear,” he pointed out with a smirk, expecting Alex to start pulling her shirt to cover herself, but she surprised him by pulling the top over her head. “Oh wow.”
Are you asking for a permission? Because if so… I might just give you one.
“People might just start to think you’re obsessed with me.” “Are expectin’ me to deny it?” “I might just have to start calling you my stalker then…”
Prove me wrong then! Prove me that I can trust you, that you won’t fuck me over the second I drop my guard!
“Can you stop sleeping in my bathtub?” “Why? Is so much better than the bed you made me sleep.”
Do I need to tell you everything I love about you?
Are you a predator or the prey?
My mom found your bra in my freezer, why the fuck?
I don’t remember if I ate today so… wanna go grab Thai or something?
I told it was faster this way.
I’m not great at driving when someone is trying to kill me!
I’m gonna borrow your suitcase, mate! Your clothes are under the bed if you need them!
This is not a taco. This is just disgusting.
He pointed at me with a tattooed finger. “I’ll call you.” And then he was gone.
“I thought you’d never drop down your guard.” “Consider yourself special.”
You’re younger than me and you’re rocking in your rocking chair like old man
“I don’t want fancy dinners or restaurants!” “Great, I’ll take you to the fanciest bar I’ve ever been in.”
What was I supposed to do, huh? He punched me first, Bret!
You’ll break your neck eventually by doing that
You were literally falling while you were sleeping
You used to have a longer hair than me, Phil!
You look surprisingly angry while chewing gum
We’re going to try push them back a bit, get Ricky to the truck!
I think I might just kidnap you if you don’t get next week off.
Fucking pew pew motherfucker
My temper tends to land me in trouble more than often.
You wanna know why she did it?
She thought that maybe her nightmares would stop.
You need to tell him. He deserves to know.
“Brock? Where the hell are you going?” “Who the fuck does he think he is?!
I learned at very young age that being quiet kept you alive
I’m not that good with people who only disrespect me, I’m sure you understand.
Of course I’m scared
Her body was covered in mostly small scars and burns. The price of stupidity, her nana said. She didn’t care that much, the biggest burns on her back were mostly covered by tattoos, just like the whip scars on her abdomen and upper back.
They should never put the crazy ones in the same room
One thing he would never do was to stay down when somebody said so
The look in his eyes was something raw and too familiar. She saw herself in him, and she hated that more than anything.
They had been lucky that cops hadn’t looked in the back alley when they came to break up the bar fight. They would have had an easy arrest, the four who had started the whole fight inside were slumped in line against the brick wall of the next building.
Kneeling before her were the men that didn’t believe in Gods. Her army.
Just because his back is turned doesn’t mean he can’t hear you.
This world is filled with more terrifying things than death
You are meaningless. We all are. It’s our to change that.
Don’t rely on happy endings
It has been rumored for weeks.
She’s a veteran in this business, she knows how to play.
You’ve a have a gimmick of being a lost cause.
I’d appreciate if you apologized in person
Men starts wars, women end them. That’s just a fact.
Every damn time I talk to you, I’m more convinced that you’re an actual alien
You are just hurting yourself by doing that.
Didn’t you two had enough already!?
“She refused the help of the medics -” “And you just let her?!” “I didn’t think she could slip out, she couldn’t even walk by herself!”
She hoisted her brother to his feet again, “You need to stop picking fights with them.”
Goddammit, don’t just leave him laying there!
So… this is how she spends her Fridays. Collecting debts for a mob. Nice.
She decided that throwing a toaster at me was the best defense
I mean she slapped him hard enough to break skin
Keith! Stop shooting people in the living room!
“What if I press the big red button? Will I start a war?” “That’d flush the toilet.”
Don’t get him all fired up. I’m gonna be the one who has to calm him down afterwards
You have two jobs in this family. To watch that Iain doesn’t do anything that lands him back to prison and that Shawn doesn’t disappear again.
How did we ended up like this? Two against an army of thousands
“Are you a coward?” “I’m a survivor.”
Why are drinking milk out of my shot glasses?
“Why is my boyfriend covered in blood?” “Why are you not asking him?” “Because he’s a lying asshole.”
He cracked his gloved knuckles before knocking on her door
God… stop with the undying love bullshit. Maybe there is some sort of love but nothing lost forever.
“Do you even remember his name?” “I know it started with M, I think.”
“I know you ain’t listening anything,” Johnny sat in front of her, tugging her other earbud off.
With cigarette clenched between her lips, she wiped the coffee off her fingers to her ripped jeans
“I don’t take no for answer, so…?” “That makes you sound like an asshole, you know that right?”
He couldn’t help but to look at her through the mirror, she was trying her best to wipe off the eyeliner and mascara smeared on her face, she was a mess. But this woman was his mess.
I don’t think it’s wise to look directly to their eyes
Let’s play a game of stupid and a moron
She laid on the hot concrete, blood dripping down her cheeks. Her temper had gotten her into a fight, was that a surprise in anyway?
How far are you willing to go to convince that you’re alright?
I don’t have a bra on, please don’t make me run.
Can you stop smiling when people hurt you? It makes you look like a crazy maniac
Allan lifted Sam with ease up to the table, tangling his fingers in her hair. “You are more stupid than I thought,” he whispered, running both of his hands through her hair.
They watched the man carefully, like he was a time bomb ready to explode
Wake up, kid. I need you to wake up, I can’t carry you if you don’t.
She picked up a man twice her side. That’s power
Didn’t anybody teach you not to taunt a trained MMA fighter
“Your father wouldn’t want this.” “He probably doesn’t wanna be death either, so does it really it matter what he would have wanted from me?”
“Are you lying?” “Through my teeth.”
You wanna do this here or do we go somewhere were your friends can’t see me murder you?
I’m not sure why you seemingly needed to share your weaknesses to me, but God… You made a huge mistake.
I’m sure that this will backfire on me, but let’s pretend that we don’t know that already
How the hell are you so pale? You live in Florida!
I don’t think they should be here. They just manage to get into trouble.
God that sounded better when I was rehearsing it.
She wanted to forget the shit of a life she had
Would it be such an immensely horrible thing if I just accidentally hit him?
Past is supposed to stay in the past, especially her past.
Just keep him angry. Please do that to me, I want to see him finally explode.
“Pendejo!” Rosa shouted, slamming her hand flat against the table. “You have some serious problems!”
Right information is very important in this line of work, son.
“Fuuuck! We’re so damn late from his bullshit party!” “Oh shut up, we are only fashionable late.”
Put your seat belt on. No? I ain’t driving anywhere before you do.
Why the fuck did you bring your kid? I’m not babysitting!
I think my hair is dying
“Where are you?” “South of Houston, why?” “John left me to fucking Taco Bell, I need a ride.”
My ass has feelings!
If I found drugs on your brother’s room, can I keep it?
Who the fuck put soy in my coffee?!
That is the most uncomfortable thing I’ve ever seen.
“I’ve have a vivid imagination.” He purred in her ear. “Then you can survive few more days…” she whispered back, pushing him away.
Shit, she’s quicker than I thought…
Cut her loose, her hands are turning gray
You keep avoiding the subject. It a simple question, and I just need an answer.
Ricky had lost his legs in Iraq, but still every time the national anthem came on, he propped himself up a inch or two.
I know you have a high tolerance of pain, but this is ridiculous!
That woman is as crazy as they come.
He hadn’t expected for Mia to lunge forward, every intention to break Seth’s arms. Joe managed to step between them before her fist would bash against the younger man’s face, he had to pick her up from the ground as she almost hit him to face. V
“You can’t handle me,” she purred, her fingers sliding to inside his jacket pocket, with intentions to grab his wallet. Hank was only smiling, grabbing her by the wrist, “Maybe I don’t want to.”
Vinny had told many lies in his life, and only about two out of every fifteen had some truth in them.
She hadn’t even realized she was angry before Tyler wrapped his hand around her lower back, leaning down to ask if she was alright.
Is he old enough to play paintball? Or maybe laser tag?
Alan watched as she wiped the sweat off her face, eyeshadow and eyeliner wiping down to her cheeks. “You enjoy staring at me?”
I don’t think I did anything wrong
He hadn’t seen her smile in the two weeks he had been here, but now that she did, it was one of the prettiest things that he had seen.
Wes had curled himself in the smallest ball that the 6 feet 5 man could
“You’re naked.” “Good eye, darling.”
He looked great in the tailored Dolce and Gabbana suit, shame that he would have to die in it
Sometimes the worst decisions lead to best outcomes
”What counts as medical emergency?” “Your whole body is a medical emergency!”
What were you expecting? She’s a kleptomaniac
You can cut off her arms and legs, but she won’t stop.
She had found a perfect place between the top of the lockers and the ceiling, it was great place to sleep.
I think we might just be alright..
She might just be your worst nightmare
Sascha gave a grimacing smile before clearing his throat. “We will consider your offer.”
She circled her hand over the small back of the eight-month old, whose face had turned bright shade of red from endless crying. “Kiddo…”
“Were you trying to break his back?” “To be honest I was trying to get him off my ass.”
Sid plucked the cigarette from Colby’s lips, dropping it to the half-full wineglass. “Keep taunting me…” she leaned down to whisper in his ear from behind, “And I’ll make sure that your tongue is cut off.”
Bastian lived on the edge. Quite literally. He lived in rusty van on edge of a cliff, maybe hoping that someday the car would drop to the rocks and he would be inside
Thank God for waterproof makeup….
This is for everybody who never supported me. Because I didn’t need you in the end.
She didn’t want to cry. It wasn’t any more about not wanting show weakness or pride. She just didn’t want to be sad anymore
I was going to donate blood and my mom was like “here do a shot of vodka before you go, to get your iron levels up” and I was like “I don’t think that’s how it works” and she yelled “I am a NURSE” and pulled out an absolutely enormous bottle of grey goose
Following my previous metas on food and intimacy in SKAM (here and here), I’d like to say a little something about Sana and her relationship with food and sex in the Er Jeg Sen? clip.
Food and meals are symbolically a representation of intimacy, like I showed in my previous metas. I think that in the first clip of sesong 4 we see it take a prominent place in the narrative.
We see Sana look at boys’ bodies openly and in a sensual way. Her reveries are soon interrupted by a call to prayer app (representing her faith, that’s a no-brainer). We are immediately shown this apparent opposition of sexual/sensual desire and faith (I am saying “apparent” because I do not think these are necessarily opposite).
Later, when Sana joins the girl squad, she is offered to share their meal with a pizza pepperoni.
The pizza takes up the whole frame as an intrusion. We know that Islam forbids eating pork so we are not surprised when we see Sana politely decline it. There’s an immediate separation here between Sana and the other girls. She does not eat pork but they do. They can’t share any meal together. Sana is reminded she is “other” immediately, even before talking. Eva then offers Sana another pizza and this time she accepts. But we realise this pizza has beef on it that is probably not hallal and Sana has to pick them out.
jake waking up to the sweet snuffling sounds of amy nursing their baby as she sits upright in bed next to him…she runs her free hand through his floofy bed hair as he stirs and he sleepily grins up at her and thinks to himself how did he ever get so lucky…his half alseep brain handily provides flashbacks of all the times he thought he’d die alone, all the times he thought he’d never be a father,, but then he remembers to just be grateful for this love and this life so he strokes his baby’s cheek (how are babies’ cheeks so impossibly soft) before placing an arm round amy’s torso (he would argue amy’s skin is just as soft) (genes, he thinks)
When John opens his eyes, everything is white and silent.
His first feeling is shock. Shock over this surreal environment. The sand, the heat, the tanks and the death have disappeared. No screams and no helicopter sounds can be heard. Instead, quiet, friendly voices around him. Birds singing somewhere. Well, outside. Outside where the sun shines. Where there is a daily life. Around him is the smell of disinfectants and mild detergent.
John blinks at the bright light in the room. He realizes he’s in a bed. No narrow, hard cot. It is a large, soft bed. A thick pillow under his head. A blanket pulled up to his chin. It’s warm.
He also notes that he can hardly move. It’s like a heavy weight is pushing him down. John grunts, and wiggles tentatively with his toes under the blanket. This works very well. But as he tries to lift his head, an unpleasant, throbbing pain passes through his shoulder. At the same time, it occurres to him that he has been shot. Shot. In Afghanistan.
John lets his head sink back into the pillow and breathes in the cool air in the room. I was shot … Pictures before his eyes make him swallow. Running soldiers, screams, shots, an explosion. A hand on his arm, a whisper, a groan as eyes close forever … And then the sharp pain as the bullet pierces him. Pain, so much pain, he falls into the sand and he can hear his name. Someones shouting his name … A moment later it’s all gone.
John knows he’s been taken to a hospital. For the initial treatment. And then. Home.
Home, meaning this hospital.
He sighs, and licks his dry lips. Thirst. His gaze falls to the side of the wall, where a call button is. He presses it. A few minutes later, a young nurse comes into the room. She smiles the certain standard smile, which is so common in a hospital. “Ah, Dr. Watson, you are awake. Very good. The doctor will want to see your wound soon. Do you need something?” “Water,” John can only croak with difficulty. And he points his finger vaguely at the bed. “Could you … raise it please?” “Yes, of course.” The nurse pushes a button on the bed and it slowly lifts. “I’ll bring you water.”
Then she is gone again.
John can see the room better now. And when he looks aside, he sees that he is not alone. Next to him is another bed. And there is a man in it. The face half hidden by an oxygen mask. John can see thick, dark locks. And pale, almost white skin. He judges the man to be in his mid-thirties. He stares at the completely motionless body and swallows. Something is drawing him to this unknown man … something he can not explain. John notes that he is fascinated. Fascinated without really having a reason for it. He shakes his head slightly.
The nurse comes back with a mug and a water bottle. She pours him water into the mug and John takes it with a still unsteady hand. He drinks, relieved. Then he says softly, “Who is that?” The nurse follows his gaze and says with a sad undertone, “Oh, this is Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes. He’s been here for a long time. Almost half a year. He’s in a coma.” “Ah,” John says, swallowing. Half a year. That’s a long time. “How …?” “How it happened? He overdosed on cocain. We
… well, we can’t ask him, but we think it was a suicide attempt.” She gently shakes her head and takes the empty mug from John. “It’s really a shame. He never gets any visitors. Never. The thought that no one in the world is there for him … Who knows if he will ever wake up again. Perhaps there is simply nothing worth it for … Oye, I talk too much.” She seems a little embarrassed and clears her throat. “If you need anything, just call, ok? The doctor should be here any minute.” “Thank you. Yes.” The nurse leaves. John does not look away from the sleeping man in the other bed.
Half a year. No visit. Jesus. * The days pass at a quiet, slow pace, which both soothes and disturbs John. He is not used to it. He almost expects to be suddenly torn from the calm routine by a shrill siren. Or suddenly lie back in the hot, bloody sand of the desert. But of course it doesn’t happen. Instead, he wakes up around 9 in the morning, receives his breakfast and is examined. The doctor is friendly and passive. Nodding pleased at the sight of John’s wound, while John himself stares at the hole in his shoulder with a growing nausea. After that, he can only watch TV, or watch Sherlock being fed. It’s hard to watch. No reaction comes from the comatose man, when the nurses lift his limbs off the bed to wash him. Turn him to his side. Dress him again. The motionless body doesn’t resist. It reminds John of a doll. He does not like this thought. At noon, they bring John food again. For Sherlock, of course, nothing comes. He is fed artificially. In the evening, more food. And more TV. A lot of rest. A little too much, John thinks once, and feels strangely guilty at the thought. On the third day of this routine, he talks to Sherlock for the first time. It’s because a James Bond movie is on. John always liked James Bond. And that’s what he says. “This is a good movie. A really good movie. Lots of action. And the women are pretty, the men too,” he says aloud in the room. And laughs. There’s no answer. And he feels a little stupid.
After a while, John realizes that he will not get any visitors either. It’s not really that surprising. Harry is … well, he doesn’t even know where his sister lives. His mother is dead. And he does not want to see his father. Not that he thinks, his father would want to see him … Once, he receives a call from the leader of his unit. From Afghanistan. He says something like, “it’s a shame” and “get back on your feet soon”. John doesn’t say much. He only murmurs “Yes, sir” now and then. His hand is trembling as he holds the phone. A tremor. It hasn’t stopped since he woke up. He doesn’t get any visitors. Just like Sherlock. Only the nurses and the doctor enter the room. “Here we are, huh?” John says to Sherlock while eating his bland soup. “We’re alone together here.”
And then the nightmares start. About the war. About death and pain. About men he could not save. Distorted faces in the dark. Eyes full of despair. He wakes up in the middle of the night. Heavily breathing. Bathed in sweat. He moans and sits up with difficulty. Runs a hand over his face. He looks at Sherlock. Sherlock, who is, as always, motionless in bed. A part of his face lit from the machine that measures his heartbeat. John swallows. He must … He feels the overwhelming desire to talk to someone. It needs to stop. He can not … Oh, hell, he has no one and it’s not like Sherlock would complain, right? He clears his throat and begins.
“Well, uh, Sherlock. How do you feel? Um, I hope I didn’t wake you. Sorry, haha, bad joke … I had a nightmare, which is quite obviously, right? Well, uhm, I hope it doesn’t bother you if I just talk a little. Yes. I’ll talk. So make yourself comfortable. Haha. Sometimes I think I’ve gone the wrong way. I became a doctor because I wanted to help people. And the army … Well, it was just a whim. An idea that me and my friends had. One of them is dead, by the way. Mmh. I … it was not always bad. The training was exhausting though. Sometimes I thought I could not make it. My family was not much help either. My father is an asshole. There is no other word. My sister was thrown out. My mother died. It was all … a mess, you know? Anyway, I’ve been struggling. I wanted to do it. This one thing. And I did it. I’ve become a doctor. I went to Afghanistan and treated soldiers. I’ve seen things that would turn your stomach. Wounds that seemed like death sentences. I’ve looked into hopeless, desperate eyes. Sometimes I saved them. Sometimes I couldn’t. And the faces of those I could not save, they haunt me now, you know? In my dreams. God. I’m so sorry. I really am … Do you see that? I’m crying. That hasn’t happened for a long time. It seems to make you sentimental when you get a bullet in your shoulder … "
"Thank you for listening to me all the time, Sherlock. All this blabbering must be terrible. I thought about James today. Who that is? Well, good question. We were more than friends. But never more than … no idea. I kissed him. Well. In the desert, watching the sunset. Once. Just once. Do you think that is romantic? Shit, yes. Mabye it is. ”
* “My middle name is Hamish. I hate it. I mean, who calls their child John Hamish? My father chose my name. There we have it again. This bastard. Hamish. I always avoid telling people that name. So, I guess that makes us mates? Hey, buddy, haha. No. That just sounds wrong. Sorry.” * "I can get up today. Great, huh? I feel like an old man. My damn shoulder, my trembling hand … a pretty sad picture I make, huh? ”
“It was not so bad. I mean, I for some reason I’m limping, quite badly, but the fresh air was great. I was down in the park. And imagine, a woman spoke to me. She’s called Mary. She said she’s working here. She is nice. And you know what, I asked her if we could go for a coffee. She said yes. Can I get a ‘well done’? No? All right. ” * “Do you know, that you’re pretty? Really, you are. I maybe would have asked you out, if I met you somewhere else before. Oh God, sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I … Maybe I’m just afraid. Because … well. I’ll have to leave here soon, I guess. And I don’t know what to do then …” * “Well, that’s it. I … tomorrow I can go. I don’t know exactly where, but I can go. Mmh. I think I’m really scared. Mary said I should do therapy. No idea if that would help. I guess, I can try it. Maybe. Well, I’ll pack my things. You know … you really could wake up to say good-bye to me. It would be nice …” * “Surprise! Yes, here I am again. I … I missed you, Sherlock. You’re a good listener, you know? Better than my therapist … So, what happened since I left, tell me, haha.” * “I will marry Mary. That’s … yes, that’s good, right? She is … she gives me a certain hold in life. I would not know where else to go. What else could I do? So. We are getting married.” * “Oh God. Fuck Hey, Sherlock. I … She’s pregnant. She … she’s really pregnant. Did you hear that? I’m having a baby. I’m going to be a father. I. Can you belive that? No, me neither. I … Oh my God, what am I doing?” * “This is not what I wanted, do you hear me Sherlock? That … my God, I can not do that. That’s … That’s not me. Fuck. ” * “I love her … Really, I do. I mean, I married her. But … I just do not know what I’m doing. I’m … This is not me. I don’t want a quiet family life in a terraced area. I want … I don’t even really know what I want … But, I hate all of this. I … I thought I was going the right way this time, but that … that’s not what I want. I’m not a family man, Sherlock. ” * “You know, Sherlock, you can just wake up once. So … so we could really talk. Because, well … You listen to me here as I talk every day. Aren’t you bored. Jesus. I know it would be a miracle if you woke up. I have … I’ve heard the nurses talking. They’ve given up on you. It would be a miracle. But … I don’t know, maybe you can just make the miracle happen for me? Simply … Oh God, I don’t know what I’m talking about. Good bye, Sherlock. Until tomorrow.” * 6 weeks later.
“Hello, Dr. Watson. I’m sorry to call you so late, but he … he’s asking for you.”
“Who? Who is asking for me?”
“Sherlock Holmes. The coma patient you have been visiting. He woke up and now he’s asking for you. Very urgently.”
John hurried to the hospital. He doesn’t even notice that he left his cane at home. Until Sherlock points it out. Sherlock, sitting upright in bed, an exhausted, oblique smile on his face. Sherlock,
who says quietly, “Hello, John.” Sherlock, who steals John’s heart within a second and opens the door to a whole new, completely different
story. Who shows John a new way. Which is finally
He comes back to the hospital much later, well past the end of visitor’s hours, when he’s certain that Maggie and Melissa will have gone home for the night. He’s held up for a moment at the nurse’s station, but they all remember him as the lunatic who had completely lost his mind when Scully had first been admitted, and none of them seem too keen on telling him he can’t see her.
Her room is dark; more likely than not, he realizes, she’s asleep. Sudden misgivings make him pause just outside the door.
She’s been through an unimaginable ordeal. Mulder’s mind is full of the transcripts that clog the files in his office- the testimonies of alleged abductees who returned with stories of unimaginable torture, of extensive and invasive testing done without any anesthesia, and the idea of any of that happening to Scully makes him want to vomit. Even if her mind doesn’t remember what she’s suffered, her body still does, and she needs her rest.
Mulder asks himself, before crossing the threshold into her room: who is he here for? For her? Or for himself? He’s about to turn and leave, to let her rest undisturbed, when a soft, scratchy voice calls out to him from within the darkened hospital room.
“Are you going to stand out there all night, or are you going to come in and see me?” His face breaks into a grin, the muscles of his cheeks aching from the almost-forgotten act of smiling, and he ducks into her room.
Scully smiles softly up at him as he crosses to her. Without sparing a glance at the chairs waiting along the wall to receive visitors, he sits down at the edge of her bed, by her hip. She reaches for him without hesitation, and he holds her hand tightly in his own, the way he had longed to before, when he’d felt too self-conscious under the infuriatingly knowing smiles of her mother and sister. She smooths her thumb over the backs of his knuckles in a gentle caress and he feels, finally, as though everything is going to be all right.
“I didn’t know if you would be awake,” Mulder says, his voice thick.
“I was waiting,” she tells him. “I had a hunch you might come back.”
“How are you feeling?” he asks. The smile slides slowly off of her face.
“Frustrated,” she confesses. “I’ve been lying here all afternoon, trying to remember something, anything, about what happened, about where I’ve been.” She sighs. “I remember calling you, leaving you a message… I remember Duane Barry breaking my window, and then….” She shakes her head. “Nothing. Nothing at all until I woke up this morning.” She frowns. “Well, nothing except….”
“I think… I must have been dreaming for at least part of the time I’ve been here, Mulder. I can’t remember all of it, but there was a nurse….” She trails off, frowning in confusion. Her eyes close for a moment.
“A nurse?” Mulder prompts her, and immediately feels guilty. If she’s drifting off to sleep, he should let her.
“Yeah,” Scully says sleepily, and her eyes flutter open again. “Nurse Owens. I remember hearing her talking to me, telling me that she’d be taking care of me… but the nurses here told me that there’s no one here with that name.” She looks up at him. “And I thought… I thought I heard your voice, too.” She yawns. “That was real, wasn’t it? You told me that you didn’t think I was ready to go yet.”
“Yeah,” Mulder whispers. “Yeah, that was real.” She gives him a gentle smile, her eyelids at half-mast. The hand not holding his gropes clumsily on the nightstand to her right, and when she brings it back, Mulder sees her cross glinting golden in the faint light from the hospital hallway.
“My mom says she told you to keep this with you,” she says. “So you could give it back to me, when you found me.” She looks up at him. “She says you wore it.”
“Yeah,” he admits, ducking his head. “That part’s true, too.” She smiles bemusedly.
“Why?” she asks, perplexed. “It’s not a symbol that means anything to you, Mulder. You believe in lots of things, but Christianity isn’t one of them.”
“You are, though,” says Mulder. Scully’s hand tightens around his, and her eyes sparkle with tears. “You have your beliefs, Scully, and I have mine… and whatever the Pope might believe, the Catholic Church can only dream of being as much of a force to be reckoned with as you are.” Scully chuckles, shaking her head.
“If that’s not blasphemy, Mulder, I don’t know what is,” she says. She starts to speak again, but her words are lost in an enormous yawn.
“Get some sleep now, Scully,” Mulder says.
“I’m probably going to need all the rest I can get, to undo whatever disasters you’ve created in our office while I’ve been gone,” she grumbles, rolling onto her side, getting comfortable.
“Hey, I’ll have you know that I kept that office running just fine before you came along, Scully,” he protests.
“It’s a wonder you managed at all before me, Mulder,” Scully sighs, her eyes closing, her hand releasing his as she starts to drift off.
“It really is,” Mulder whispers as he stands, his voice so quiet that he’s certain she can’t hear him.
But as he leaves, she opens her eyes to watch him go… and she smiles.
sat at your bedside long after all the tests had been done, running his thumb
over your knuckles. He’d sent Jared home after a lengthy argument that he’d be
fine to wait alone, that he should go get some rest and be with Gen and the
kids. They’d loaded you up with so much medication there was really no way to
tell when you’d fully wake up anyway. He promised to call if anything changed.
was half asleep when your free hand shot up to your face, clawing at the oxygen
mask to try and get it off. “Shh, Y/N, stop.” Jensen grabbed your hand and
lowered it back down, waiting for your eyes to stop wildly searching the room
and focus on him. “It’s ok, you’re alright. You gotta keep that on, though. At
least for now.” You fought against him, determined to get the mask off your
face. It felt oppressive and claustrophobic and you had no idea you were even
in a hospital or why he was forcing you to wear it but you wanted it off and
you wanted it off now. “Sweetheart, calm down. I need you to calm down. Stop fighting
and I’ll explain everything and then I’ll get a nurse and see if we can get the
mask off, ok?”
finally stopped struggling, relaxing against the bed and taking in your
surroundings. “Why am I in a hospital?” You finally asked and Jensen smiled at
the sound of your voice. He was starting to think you weren’t able to speak.
said you probably had a mini stroke.” Jensen answered. “They ran a bunch of
tests and I told ‘em about how sick you were when we met. There’s no really
easy way to tell you this…”
Synopsis:Your best friend drags you into attending a masquerade ball with her, only to abandon you in the middle of the strange dance. Standing alone in the midst of a flurry of people, the events that play out here change the course of your life; only to leave you wondering; who is under the mask?
Pairing: Reader x Yoongi (Ft. the other boys of BTS cx)
(A/N: Ah, so it’s been a little while since I updated this, but it’s finally done after another bout of writers’ block! Please do leave me feedback, there’s always plenty of room for improvement! I feel like it jumped around a little bit in this part, if that makes sense cx)
(Also, I feel like this should’ve been longer, but I hope you guys still enjoy! <3)
Your eyes forced themselves open, eyelids heavy, a tremendous pain surging through your head. Staring up at the white ceiling, you pushed your hair away from your face, a thin sheet of sweat covering your forehead. You were sure you looked like death in that moment; you certainly felt like it as you lied there, white sheets pulled up to your chin. This was the second time in a few days you had ended up in a medical room of some sort - although this time it was the university’s medical room - and to be completely honest, you were tired of it.
Slowly and painfully, you propped yourself up, your head leaning against the cold wall, eyes fluttering shut again. You were strangely sensitive to every little sound; shuffling, sighing from the corner of the room, far distant voices from elsewhere in the building, the scraping of chairs against the floor. The sounds all blended together into one big mess, causing you to cower and whimper, clamping your hands against your ears. At the sight of this, one of the figures that had sat slumped in a chair in the corner perked up, an expression of slight worry on his face, his lips turning downwards in a frown. He stared at you, debating whether to approach you, or stay where he was, and so his body remained hostile, ready to jump up if your state suddenly worsened. Strangely, it pained him both physically and emotionally, as he felt that… connection again.
Your senses were being overloaded in that moment; sounds, smells, everything was merging together, your head beginning to spin, spiralling out of your control. Groans erupted from your throat, as you clutched handfuls of your own hair, shaking your head over and over again. The scar in your neck throbbed once again, pain beginning from there and searing through your body. You screamed out, the pain and sensory overload becoming too much for you to handle at once, your body shuddering, convulsing. At the sight of this, the figure shot out of his seat, fringe falling into his eyes from the sudden jerky movement. In a flash he was by your side, his hands reaching out awkwardly to take yours, squeezing them, as he called out in a rough voice to the others sitting nearby, “Go get the nurse. Now.” They simply nodded in acknowledgement before scurrying off, shooting you a worried glance along the way. His touch seemed to soothe you, your vision slowly becoming clearer, the sounds finally beginning to separate again, the pain finally subsiding. You glanced down to see who this person was, only to come face to face with Yoongi, his eyes holding a strange sort of tenderness you were seeing for the first time. Your breath caught in your throat, your emotions conflicted as you stared back, your eyes roaming around the features of his face.
On the one hand, you felt fear creep through your body; after all, he was the one who did this to you, who caused you this immense pain. You didn’t even know what he was, he certainly wasn’t human, unless humans had suddenly developed fangs and an immense blood-lust. And yet, the way he looked up at you, with the softest expression, a certain tenderness and concern in his eyes, your heart melted a little, as you felt yourself drawn to this man. It was a strange sort of attraction you couldn’t explain, almost as if there was a string, an invisible bond connecting the two of you together. You had a strange yearning to touch his face, to run your fingers across his jawline, to brush his hair out of his eyes. And so, your hand, almost involuntarily, reached out to do just that, the coldness of his skin causing you to flinch ever so slightly. His eyes remained fixated on yours, his figure remaining ever so still as you ran your slender fingers under his chin, and along his jawline. The two of you were so caught up in your own world, none of you noticed the other boys enter - the nurse following close behind - despite the sounds of snickering and giggling. Jimin leaned on the door frame, his eyes scrunching up into crescent shapes as you watched the two of you, giggles continuing to escape from his throat. You finally snapped out of the trance you were in, a blush rapidly rising onto your cheeks as the two of you sprang away from each other. You both looked around awkwardly, as the other boys finally broke out into laughter, Yoongi glaring at them in warning.
“So, let me get this straight, one second you look like your soul is escaping from your body, but as soon as we leave, you’re suddenly touching each other up?” Jimin asked through giggles, his body shaking with laughter at the sight. “What’s going on here, hm?”
You tried to glare menacingly at them, and yet when combined with your flushed cheeks and your awkward posture, it was a rather feeble attempt which caused the other boys to laugh even harder, the nurse standing awkwardly by the door. Yoongi cleared his throat, glaring at them all once again, before stepping forward to confer with the nurse in hushed voices, as they glanced over at you every now and then with concerned expressions. The atmosphere in the room rapidly changed; the laughter stopped, and instead the nurse slowly made her way over to sit beside you, the other boys no longer doubled over in laughter, and instead a tense expression appearing on their faces.
“How are you feeling?” The nurse asked, her voice strangely soft and soothing, inducing a sort of trance in you.
“I… I guess I feel a lot better than before…” You stuttered, your gaze fixated on this strange new person. Something about her voice, this look in her eyes, caused you to feel very calm as a trance overcame you, your eyes glossing over and beginning to droop.
“I…” You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence, as your body went limp, falling backwards into the bed, your breathing beginning to slow to a steady pace. At the sight of your figure collapsing so suddenly, Yoongi tensed up, only for Seokjin to touch his shoulder reassuringly.
“She’s fine, you know that?” Jin inquired, his face twisting into a expression of curiosity. “Yoongi, why are you so… hostile all of a sudden? You know, you still haven’t explained anything.”
Namjoon spoke up, his eyebrows raised, as he added, “Seokjin is right, you know. Do you know this girl? You must, judging by your reaction to her. You know it’s not a good idea to get mixed up with humans; especially catching feelings for one.”
Yoongi exhaled, leaning back in his seat and glancing at your slumped figure. “You know the masquerade ball? A few days ago? The annual ball.”
The boys leaned forward in their seats, their figures all shifted towards Yoongi now. Their curiosities piqued; they were eager to find out more about you, wanting to clear the current air of mystery surrounding you.
“Yeah well… she was there. I’m sure it was her, it’s that familiar scent… that sweet, sweet scent of hers…” Yoongi gazed off into the distance, reminiscing, his fingers subconsciously trailing across his jaw, retracing your touch. “She’s different. She’s no ordinary human. But I don’t think she’s one of us either. It’s hard to tell… She’s nothing like any human I’ve ever met… she’s a lot stronger in many ways…”
The nurse stood listening intently, jotting down information on her clipboard. She was also one of their kind; sent here by none other than Yoongi’s father, for their own “health reasons”, he had said. At least, that was what Yoongi’s father had told him, and the other boys. Her role was more than just in case something were to happen to Yoongi or any of the other vampires around the university, however. She had a special reason for being here, a reason allocated to her secretly by Yoongi’s father. A task to find someone specifically. And it was that moment that it began to dawn on her after hearing the details Yoongi was providing about you, causing her hand to freeze, no longer taking down information and instead looking up. Her eyes darted between Yoongi and you… was it possible that she had finally found the person that Yoongi’s father seemed so intent on finding?
“You might be right about her not being an ordinary human…” She mused, causing everyone to look up with surprise.
“What do you mean, Sumi?” Yoongi asked slowly, sitting up in his seat as he stared at her, anticipating her answer.
“Yoongi… I think she’s a half-breed.” She looked him directly in the eyes, her gaze unwavering. “Specifically, the girl you were betrothed to all these years ago.”
Overview: Y/n is in a car accident and Shawn leaves one of his concerts to be with her.
I tried peeling my eyes open but the harsh light made them snap shut again. Groaning, pain traveled up my body as I tried to move to a more comfortable position.
“Shh, stay still. You’re in a lot of pain,” A soft voice told me, gently moving my blankets back over me from when they fell previously. Finally being able to open my eyes I looked around the room I was in.
“Where am I?” I asked, voice scratchy. The room was small and completely white. A machine beeped near my head but it hurt to move to look at it.
“You’re in hospital,” a nurse tells me, looking up from the clipboard to meet my eyes. “You we’re in a serious car accident but you’re stable now.” She pushes her glasses up from where they were sliding down her nose. Her dark hair was tied back in a bun and she looked a few years older then what I was.
“Okay,” I murmur, my gaze moving to the small, fourth story window displaying the park down below. My head felt as though I had been hit by a truck, ironic as I was in a car accident, and my body felt like mush when I tried to move it.
“You woke up just in time for you to receive more pain killers, you’ll be getting them around every 4 hours. Dr Samaro will be in later this evening also to check in just to make sure everything’s okay after the surgery.” She tells me, putting a fluid into the drip connected to me.
“I had surgery?” I asked dazed, the information taking a while to process.
“You had a couple shattered ribs, one of the bones was pressing into your lungs which nearly ruptured it so we had to operate to fix it. You also suffered from a mild concussion and also a small fracture in your left knee,”
“Wow,” my mind was blank and all I wanted to do was sleep.
“Your family has arrived, but right now I’m going to give you a medication that will help you sleep as you must be in a lot of pain,”
I nod my head, letting out a little “Mmh,” in agreement before sleep pulls me under.
Quiet chatter brings me out of the haze I was in. The room is darker than what it was before, creating faint shadows from the light against the faces of the two people who stand beside my bed.
“Y/n,” A women closet to me says, smiling at me softly. “I’m Dr Samaro, I operated on you this morning. I’m here to check how you’re feeling?”
“Alright I guess, the pain killers are working,” I chuckle slightly but think better of it when my ribs protest in pain.
“That’s good. All seems fine after the surgery, no internal bleeding or infections yet. They’re going to bring dinner round in half an hour and I advise that you eat in small mouthfuls okay?” I can detect a slight British accent when she speaks.
“Cool,” I say tiredly, looking up at her.
“There’s also someone here to see you in the waiting room, you can see them if you would like too?”
“Yes please,” I say, immediately perking up.
She nods and turns away, the nurse following swift behind her, the door shutting on her way out.
A minute later it reopens.
“Y/n, shit, Y/n,” Shawn appears, rushing over to my bed, grabbing my hand in his warm ones. “What did you do to yourself, huh?’ he kisses my forehead gently before kneeling down to be eye level with me.
“I’m fine,” I say, voice still raspy. His brown eyes lock with mine, filled with concern and fear for what could have happened. “It’s okay Shawn, I’m here,”
Tears well in his eyes and he brings my hand up to kiss my knuckles. “You scared the shit out of me! I was on stage then suddenly Andrew pulled me off to the side to tell me that you’d been in a car accident, critical condition, and quite possibly could die,”
My breathe falters. “Die?” I question, my voice just above a whisper.
“I left the arena immediately and booked a flight from Los Angeles to Toronto and I’ve been in the waiting room ever since. I got here a little before you first woke up but they wanted you to rest a bit more. Andrew got here a couple hours ago and mum and dad are coming in the morning with Aaliyah,”
I wipe away a tear that’s making its way down his cheek.
“God, I so thought that this was it. I thought I lost you,” more tears spill from him causing my own eyes to water.
“You didn’t loose me,” I attempt to say strongly but my voice tremors.
Shawn smiles, trying to pull himself together. “It just scared me, thinking that you could just be here one day and the next gone,”
“I know baby but you can’t think like that,” I say softly, my thumb stroking his hand.
“I’m sorry, I’m a mess,” he chuckles. “You’re the one in pain and I’m acting like this,”
“It just shows you care,” I say trying not to laugh as it hurts my ribs.
“As soon as I heard I was running, I was like lightning,” He says, proud at how fast he got here, making me grin.
“I bet you were,”
“Or the flash,” he has a thoughtful expression for a second. “I’m defiantly the flash,”
Soulmate AU: You Can See Color Once You Meet Your Soulmate II
@kurtwxgners I’m gonna do something Frank in the future for you but until then, Soft Boy Trio ™ Member Jonathan!
You had been
blessed with artistic abilities, specifically when it came to drawing and
painting. Starting in your youth, when you could hold a pencil or crayon just
right enough to make a coherent image, people had praised you on your skills.
And, when you got old enough, you began to pat yourself on the back as well: The
shadows were placed just right, you knew your way about light reflection for
the most part, and even your least realistic pieces had some charm to them that
you couldn’t help but find yourself impressed by.
Now all you
needed was for your soulmate to come along, give you the ability to see color,
and you’d be all set.
Request: Omg I hope I make it
before closing! Could you do one w/ Tony Stark where he is the reader’s dad and
she’s married to Steve. Her and Steve are expecting their first baby together
but when he has to leave for a mission and she goes into labor, Tony comforts
her throughout it until Steve shows up at the last second before it’s time for
delivery? I just watched Father of the Bride Pt II and of course like the
Marvel Trash I am, this is what I came up with. XD I’d like it super ultra
fluffy pls! c:
“Okay, sweetheart, just don’t get that baby goo on the
leather, okay? It’s imported.” Tony said
as gently but firmly as he could, keeping a tight hold on your hand while
helping you into the passenger seat of his car.
He wanted to call an ambulance to take you to the hospital once your
contractions started, but you insisted that you had time for him to take you,
much to his dismay. As a first-time
grandpa, he was almost as nervous as you were and he wasn’t exactly secure on his
driving ability at the moment.
It’s his third year, and Andrew’s fourth. It was at the very end of a game, and he was body slammed into the wall, hard. The guy had to be a foot taller than him, and could probably bench press the rest of his team. Neil didn’t see his number, but the guy got a red card and Neil got a visit to Abby.
summary: your boss, CEO choi seungcheol, has been injured in a car accident and you go to visit him; strictly out of worry as a friend and employee, definitely not because you harbor a sort-of crush on the man. but as the anesthetics leave seungcheol a little loose, he ends up saying more than you were meant to hear and it reveals a lot about what you mean to him.
“Good morning, love” you hear whispered softly in your ear, and you feel a light kiss on your forehead.
When you open your eyes, you see your loving husband of a year, sitting on his side, smiling down at you while brushing the hair out of your face. When he sees that your eyes are opened, he plants a kiss on your lips.
“Sleep well?” He asks, rubbing his thumb against your cheek.
“Mhm, I mean, the best sleep that I can get.” You say rubbing your stomach.
“Our baby girl is getting big.” He says smiling down at your growing stomach, placing his hand on yours.
“I can’t wait to meet her.” He says moving down so that he is right above your stomach. He then lifts your shirt up so that your stomach is exposed.
“We can’t meet you baby. We’re so excited for you to be living in the room we have been setting up for you. Your mommy and I have been working so hard, and we can’t wait for you to be living with us. So, you stay in there and keep growing. We love you.” He says smiling very big, kissing your stomach.
“Harry you have to get ready for the studio.” You say brushing your fingers through his hair, as he places kisses all over your stomach.
Harry is the best husband, best friend, and father to be of your child you could ask for. He loves you and your daughter to be so much. And you can’t wait for your daughter to be born to see her and Harry together.
“Ugh, I know.” Harry groans. “But I don’t want to leave.” He says wrapping his arms around your stomach, rubbing his cheek against your stomach. “Do I have to leave?”
“Well yo udon’t want you to leave, but if you want to finish the album by the date, then you would have to.” You say, lighting scratching his head, and him humming at the lovely feeling.
“Ah, I know.” He says, groaning getting up, and getting ready.
After Harry gets ready, he walks over to say goodbye giving you a kiss, and then gives your stomach a kiss.
“I love you both, I will see you two in a few hours.” Harry says giving you another kiss.
After Harry leaves, you decide to continue to work on the nursery. When you get into the nursery, you smile at the thought of your baby girl living. Walking in to see her sleeping there, playing with her toys, or when she gets older doing her homework. You can’t wait to see who she grows up to become.
Then, your thoughts are disturbed by your phone ringing. You don’t think much of the call, until you hear,
“Is this Mrs. Styles?”
“She is speaking.” You answer confused.
“Hi Mrs. Styles, I am calling from Good Samaritan hospital in Los Angeles. Your husband has been in a car accident.” She explains.
For a moment you freeze, you feel like your entire world has just been ripped from you. You start to freak out, you feel your heartbeat quicken, your palms begin to sweat, but the sound of the nurses voice breaks your from you worrying thoughts,
“Mrs. Styles?” She asks, “Are you still with me?”
“Yes I’m here.” You choke out.
““How is he?” You ask, feeling your heart beating fast.
“He is in stable condition, but still unconscious.” She says.
“I will be right there. And if he wakes up, tell him we’re on our way.” You explain.
After a twenty minute car ride, you find yourself sitting at the side of your husband of two years hospital bed. You are sitting there with one hand rubbing your stomach, and the other holding Harry’s hand rubbing your thumb on his hand.
“We’re going to be alright baby girl.” You whisper to your daughter. “Daddy is just sleeping right now, and when he wakes up, we’ll be home safe and sound.”
After to say this, you feel Harry’s hand move, and you get excited standing up, and rubbing your thumb on his cheek.
“Baby, hey, how are you? How are you feeling?” You whisper to him, looking at him with concern on you face.
A/N: AHHH. Sorry to keep you guys on the hook. But I feel like this needed to be split up into two parts, or else it would be really long. Tell me guys what you think!! Thank you so much for reading! I appreciate every single one of you.
I'm not sure if you're taking prompts but what if Scully gave up William with a photo of them together? T.T you would write that so well!
I’m always beside myself with joy when I get prompts. So yes, I take them :D Thank you so, so much for this one. It might not be what you probably wanted, but I hope you like it anyway.
Dana Scully has imagined this moment a
million times: meeting her son. She has imagined it even before she gave him
up. Before she gave up. Find me, she had
pleaded silently with the boy, whose curious eyes were a mirror of her own.
Instead he had thrown her a toothless grin, kicked his tiny feet at her, and
grabbed for her hair. Her son, then, was not a mind-reader. There was nothing
special about him except that he was her son, her own flesh and blood,
conceived against all odds; a miracle in its purest form.
She has imagined this. She has dreamed
about it when he was two years old and young enough to forgive her. She has
imagined it when he was six years old and melancholy propelled her thoughts
forward; guilt and a sense of having done right by him preventing her from
doing the unthinkable. She’s craved it when he was 12 years old and nothing
made sense anymore. Her reasons for giving him up nothing more than smoky
clouds, burnt ashes in their enemy’s ashtray. This, now, is not how she
“It’s you.” The boy with the
same curious eyes repeats. His voice wavers now, for a short moment, as if
uncertain. He cannot know her, Scully thinks. There is no reason, no logic in
it, and she can’t find the words to tell him this or anything else. His lips
pout in the same way his father’s do. His eyebrows furrow in the same way hers
do, she has to admit. It’s logical that she recognizes him; his features are
her own, are Mulder’s. The boy, without taking his eyes off her, hunts through
his pockets and produces a crumpled up, slightly torn piece of paper. He
unfolds it, carefully, and Scully gasps. It’s not a piece of paper; it’s a
“That’s you.” William smiles
at her, softly.
“It’s me.” Scully croaks out
as she instinctively reaches out for the picture. She had put the picture
inside his small bag back then without thinking about it. She figured his new
mother would tear it up, throw it away. Scully, even then, knew that sending
the photo of her holding a tiny William with him was a risk. A risk, however,
that she just had to take. She had wanted his new mother to know, to see, that
she, too, had loved William. Never had she dared to hope that William would
even see it.
“Hi,” her son, who is already
taller than her, surprises her again by reaching out his hand, “it’s nice
to finally meet you.” Scully’s hand hovers for a moment before the boy
grabs it, shakes it heartily. His smile turns into a full blown grin. Mulder.
It’s Mulder written all over his face and reminding her, bitterly, why she’s
here. Why she broke the promise she made to herself, to this child, to stay
away from him.
“William,” his name feels
strange on her tongue; usually she thinks it, mumbles it in her sleep, and when
she uses it, it’s not to address him. He eyes her, ever curious, and waits. He
knows. He can’t possibly know or understand, and yet he does. “I’m here
because… I didn’t want to disturb – to change,” Scully sighs; angry at
herself for being here, for not finding the words. She’s furious that this
child, her baby, is a stranger. A stranger who shares her blood and who is her
only chance to save Mulder.
“You need my help, don’t you? Is
it because,” this time he pauses, looks at the faded picture of himself
and a mother he never knew. Scully wonders what he sees, what he feels, when he
looks at it,“ my father. Is it because of him? He’s not in this
picture.” William holds it up as if she didn’t know. She had her mother
take that photograph so she could send it to Mulder. Except he didn’t have an
address. She decided to keep it until he came home. He just never did.
“Yes, he's… he’s very sick. I-
where are your parents? I need to-”
“There is no one.” William
tells her evenly. She stares at him. At this boy, who clutches a picture she
gave him once, a lifetime ago.
“What do you mean there is no one?
Where are your parents?” She hates this word, she realizes, as her eyes
find the picture in his hand again.
“My parents… got divorced when I
was young. Father died a few years after that. My mother… she wasn’t
well,” he pauses and shuffles his feet, “my aunt and I decided to put
her in a nursing home.”
“You- you’re all on your own out
here?” William nods as if it’s nothing. It’s his reality and the only
thing he knows.
“You’re going to think I’m
crazy,” he chuckles, running a hand through his auburn hair before he
glances at her, “but I knew you’d come back one day. I just knew it. You
could say I had a hunch.” Shivers run down Scully’s arms, down her back.
She can see Mulder grin; wants to introduce him to their son, who is so much like
him, full of hope and ideas.
“I don’t think you’re crazy,”
she breathes out and William grants her another smile that lights up his whole
face. She hopes he’ll never stop. She doesn’t deserve this, she thinks, but she
doesn’t want it to end. “I know someone who… who is just like that. Like
you.” She finds herself smiling at the boy; her boy. “I’d love for
you to meet him.”
“Then let’s go- you never even
told me your name.”
“Dana. Dana Scully.” She
thinks how strange it is to introduce herself to her son, but he nods at her.
He lifts the picture and examines it closely; his eyes drifting from the frozen
image of them and the real her in front of him. He mouths her name, trying it
out, before he nods again.
“Let’s go, Dana.” He says,
closing the door behind him and walking towards her.
“You don’t need to pack anything? Tell
anyone? Your aunt? I understand if you want to see your mother, William. If you
want to see her. I don’t know when we’ll be back. We have… time.” They
“I have everything I need right
here with me.” William assures her, putting the picture back into his
pocket. Then he stops suddenly, his eyes dark, his brows furrowed.
“What is it? Did you forget
“No, I… are we going on a
plane?” Scully nods carefully.
“I’ve never… I mean once. I’ve
flown once or maybe twice. It kind of scares me,” Scully is trying to come
up with something. Assure him that flying is, statistically speaking, the
safest form of travel. She could explain just how flying works. Before she can
say another word, though, William starts speaking again,
“Could I… on the plane… could I
hold your hand maybe?” He blushes a deep red.
“Oh! Of course,” Scully
assures him with a nervous laugh, “Of course, you can William.” And
his whole, lanky body relaxes.
“Why don’t we… practice?”
Scully says, blushing herself now; this is another risk she is taking. Like the
picture she left with him all these years ago. It might not turn out the way
she wants it to. But she has to try. She just has to. She reaches out her hand
to him, leaves the decision to him. He stays quiet this time and she is ready
to take it back, to just go on with him in tow, without touching him. But
William takes her hand and together they walk towards her car.
This is not how she imagined it. It’s
not at all like the dreams she’s had.