i'm not standing still, i am lying in wait

Mike Chang. Dancer. Football Player. Brainiac. I'm a pretty relaxed and friendly guy, so feel free to drop by and send me a message whenever you feel like it.

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Visiting Hours || Sugike

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make-a-chang:

 TAGGING: Sugar Motta & Mike Chang

WHEN: Wednesday, January 25; Afternoon

WHERE: Lima Memorial Hospital; Room 221B

NOTES: Mike comes to visit 

WARNINGS: Ana tw, ED tw, hospital tw

“Yeah well, who needs it?” She retorted, grumpy at the fact that Mike didn’t seem to be taking her side. Reaching for his hand instinctively, she shook her head. “No, it’s okay! I mean, I was. But like…. I dunno, I guess I wasn’t breathing enough? Like I wasn’t getting enough oxygen to my lungs or something so… they made me wear that machine with the tube thingy, which was super uncomfortable, but I wasn’t like… not breathing.” She chewed on her lip. She hated that look on his face, that concerned look. But what was worse was the look on his face when he said her name. She had never hated anyone before, but she was pretty sure this was what it felt like. She even hated the name. It was such a stupid, ugly name. Sugar had no idea what Mike saw in her, she was nothing but a bully, had physically hurt Kitty, threatened Sugar on numerous occasions and manipulated people at every turn. But maybe she was really good in bed or something. That’s all men really cared about anyway. “Well…. good. Guess you probably want to get  back to her.” 

The explanation allowed him to breathe a bit easier, but the underlying concern was still there. He felt it on an almost cellular level, the question of whether or not he would be able to just believe her that everything was ok even once she was out of the hospital, in a way he couldn’t remember ever feeling before. “This is the kind of information you should lead with, you know,” he answered, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as he got more comfortable on the bed. “I’m really sorry I didn’t come by sooner, though.” Confusion quickly replaced concern as Sugar argued that he probably wanted to leave. Nothing he had said jumped out to him as leading to that conclusion and he had to bite back his frustration at seemingly having his relationship with Rachel thrown in his face. It wasn’t the time or place to argue about it. “I wasn’t planning on it unless you want me to leave.” As he spoke he was careful to keep his voice measured with mild curiosity. 

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Visiting Hours || Sugike

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 TAGGING: Sugar Motta & Mike Chang

WHEN: Wednesday, January 25; Afternoon

WHERE: Lima Memorial Hospital; Room 221B

NOTES: Mike comes to visit 

WARNINGS: Ana tw, ED tw, hospital tw

“Fi–” Sugar stopped herself in the middle of the word, saying she was fine was such an automatic reaction now. But they both knew she wasn’t fine, and she didn’t want to insult Mike by saying she was. “I’m okay.” She tried again. “Not… great, but…. okay. If they’d stop coming in here poking at me I’d be a lot better.” She was babbling, but she couldn’t help herself when she got nervous. “I am better than yesterday though, they’re even letting me breathe on my own now!” She smiled weakly before realizing she was being rude by commandeering the conversation. “How are you? How is…. she?” She couldn’t bring herself to say her name, Mike’s girlfriend. She couldn’t.

Mike was silently relieved when Sugar cut herself off. The phrase ‘I’m fine’ had lost any meaning to him when it came from her the second he heard she was in the hospital. It hurt to know she’d been lying to him for weeks - months, maybe - even though the rational part of his brain reminded him that it wasn’t personal. With as bad as things seemed to have gotten, he had to assume Sugar had been lying to everyone, including herself, for just as long. He chuckled slightly when she mentioned the medical staff wouldn’t stop bothering her. As awkward as the conversation was, it somehow felt like the most genuine thing he’d heard in a while. “Pretty sure that’s their job, Sugs,” he replied, raising a concerned eyebrow at her next words. “You weren’t breathing on your own before?” As the conversation shifted and turned to him, Mike shrugged. “Same as always, I guess. Rachel’s good, too.” Sugar’s refusal to call Rachel by her name frustrated him; for as long as he could remember, he had rearranged his life to meet other people’s expectations, and it felt like this was a tacit way of asking him to do so again.

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Visiting Hours || Sugike

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 TAGGING: Sugar Motta & Mike Chang

WHEN: Wednesday, January 25; Afternoon

WHERE: Lima Memorial Hospital; Room 221B

NOTES: Mike comes to visit 

WARNINGS: Ana tw, ED tw, hospital tw

Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of a knock, and certain it was another nurse to poke or prod her in some other way or a doctor to tell her that 98 pounds wasn’t satisfactory for a girl of her build and athletic history, she didn’t bother to try to hide the annoyance in her expression; however that annoyance drained away completely when she looked over and saw it was Mike. It was strange to see him standing there, not entirely knowing where they stood. “Hey…” She smiled softly, her voice weaker than she would have liked considering all the times she had assured him that she was fine over the past couple of weeks. “Come in.” She patted the empty space next to her on the bed as an invitation to sit. She wasn’t sure if he was angry with her, or if he felt sorry for her, and she honestly wasn’t sure which was worse. Of all the people she had felt like she’d lost lately, in some ways, Mike was the hardest.

Mike caught the annoyed expression that flashed across Sugar’s face. They’d been drifting lately, sure, but he hadn’t thought things between them were bad enough that she wouldn’t want him to come by. It was an uncomfortable thought, and he tried to shake it off, but it stuck, the gnawing reminder of how much he’d screwed up and failed her as a friend over the last few weeks. Maybe even months. He looked up as Sugar finally spoke, her previous annoyance replaced with a small smile that he tried to match. He really was glad to see her, not to mention relieved to see that she was relatively alright, but there was still a lingering uncertainty about where they stood. “Hey,” he nodded as he took her up on the offered seat on the bed. “How are you doing?” It was such an automatic question that for a second he worried she would interpret it as a formality and skip over the concern that laced through his voice. 

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finnhuds5:

Exactly that.

You’d think being the quarterback would give you enough social currency for them to let you do whatever else you want, but apparently not. 

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Text Message || Sugike

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cheeriosugar:

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Mike: I’m side eyeing you so hard right now, but I’m going to choose to believe you.

Mike: That sounds...kind of exhausting, honestly. Do you think it’ll help? 

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mhbrittanypierce:

That’s sort of..really rude. Aw, don’t do that. We all like you better human. 

I promise I’ll try to remain in human form as long as possible just for you, Britt. 

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whaddupmarls:

Fucking Christ. You’d have to hold me back - I’d start swingin’.

You know, I really wouldn’t have believed that, but I just saw your post about getting in a “fight” - in the loosest definition of the word - and now I don’t know what to believe about anything. 

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godsavethequeen-q:

I’m sorry you have to go through that.

It’s fine. Everyone’s got their thing to deal with, right?

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Visiting Hours || Sugike

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TAGGING: Sugar Motta & Mike Chang

WHEN: Wednesday, January 25; Afternoon

WHERE: Lima Memorial Hospital; Room 221B

NOTES: Mike comes to visit 

WARNINGS: Ana tw, ED tw, hospital tw

Sugar dozed lightly, the various beeps of all the machines she was hooked up to, and the dull murmur from the nurse’s station outside her cracked door lulling her into her thoughts. She was glad they had removed the oxygen machine, as she was breathing normally now, so all that remained were the heart monitor and the digital IV pumping nutrients, fluids and a mild muscle relaxer into her veins in various intervals. Her thoughts wandered from worrying about school, and her friends, and what people would think, to worrying about having to actually eat solid food later, from dark thoughts about herself, to happy thoughts about the turmoil of lying and sneaking around finally being over. She had receiving an outpouring of support that she really didn’t feel she deserved, and it created a jumble of emotions within her. But a very small, very weak voice in the back of her brain kept assuring her that things would soon be good again, that she still had Kitty, and now Quinn, and Marley, and Santana and somehow, to her great relief, Mike. It was weird, with her eyes closed, thinking about Mike, it was almost as if she could feel him close, she almost felt as if she could even smell him… laundry detergent and the fresh, clean smell of the body wash she was sure he only used because that’s what his mom bought at the store.

Hospitals had never freaked Mike out before. The ordered chaos was usually something he could appreciate, drawing comfort from the idea of the underlying system behind it all. Today was not one of those times, though, and the steady beeping of respirators and monitors that filtered out from the rooms he passed only served to fuel his imagination as he wondered what state he would find Sugar in when he got to her room. Obviously she was alright enough to text, but that didn’t mean much in the long run. Especially given the practice she had racked up recently at brushing off any possibility that she wasn’t fine. Mike tried to steer his thoughts away from that line of thinking, not wanting to truly imagine what a worst case scenario would look like. He may not have been quite willing to trust her self-assessment until he’d seen her in person, but there was no sense in freaking himself out now. When he reached the room number she had texted him, he hesitated outside for a second. He hadn’t told her he was going to stop by, and with as distant as she had been lately, he wasn’t entirely sure how welcome his presence would be. He knocked lightly on the door frame as he took a step into the room, waiting to see if she was actually asleep before he went any farther.

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godsavethequeen-q:

You have met a new breed of imbecile I didn’t think existed in Ohio. 

...must have been my lucky day. 

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whaddupmarls:

CNN also compared the family to the Kennedy’s. As if, right? There was really nothing better than being around all of that passion. I cried a bunch of times, it was a lot.

Please tell me they weren’t the ones who confused Jackie Kennedy with Katie Holmes. It’s pretty cool you got a chance to be a part of history, though. How often do people get to say that. 

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mckittywilde:

Not that I think that any of it is okay, but are you really that surprised seeing as how we officially just welcomed board Captain Cheeto to the S.S. U.S.? Something tells me that you might just spend the next four years on the teetering edge of exhaustion and insanity thanks to uneducated white people.

Usually I try not to judge people for their political leanings, but if the last six days have been anything to go by, you’re right. Unbridled racism, sexism, xenophobia, and homophobia. This is not a four years to look forward to. 

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You know what the greatest tragedy is in the whole world?… It’s all the people who never find out what it is they really want to do or what it is they’re really good at. It’s all the sons who become blacksmiths because their fathers were blacksmiths. It’s all the people who could be really fantastic flute players who grow old and die without ever seeing a musical instrument, so they become bad plowmen instead. It’s all the people with talents who never even find out. Maybe they are never even born in a time when it’s even possible to find out. It’s all the people who never get to know what it is that they can really be. It’s all the wasted chances.

Terry Pratchett, “Moving Pictures” (via mrarois)

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Text Message || Sugike

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cheeriosugar:

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Mike: I still feel like I should have noticed that you didn’t have it under control. It’s definitely not good...

Mike: Are they helping you figure out a next step once you’re discharged from the hospital? 

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*placed in Mike’s locker with a note:*

 Mike, I’m no Betty Crocker but lucky for you I had help with this. 

-Tana

PS: It’s safe to eat, I didn’t put any weed in it if you were wondering. 

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Text Message || Sugike

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cheeriosugar:

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Mike: Sugar...

Mike: What room are you in?

Mike: I shouldn’t have let it go that easily when you said to give you a few more weeks. 

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Texts ✉ Cherry

Rachel: My daddy is working. He's a nurse. Not sure if I told you that but yeah, he's working a double.

Mike: On my way now. Do you need anything else?