#sp002

[amstories]

SP002: make the world know (you're my girl)

Pairing: Jenica x Jeremy from You Make Me Sick

Other Characters: Lorraine

Prompt: Jealous Jenica

Merry Christmas and happy holidays! Ito na yung promise kong special ficlet sa inyo. Thank you for reading and loving YMMS, especially for being patient in waiting for this ficlet. Enjoy! 🫀

Minsan hindi makapaniwalang boyfriend na ni Jenica ang taong kinamumuhian niya. He also happens to be one of the most attractive doctors in the hospital. It feels like a blessing and a curse.

Jenica and Lorraine are walking to the cafeteria for their lunch. Jenica spots a familiar built at the entrance of the cafeteria. That was her boyfriend talking to a really attractive and sexy female doctor. The woman was chuckling and caressed Jeremy's biceps, which made Jenica's stomach flip. She caught Jeremy smiling at the lady. Now, she wants to throw up so bad.

As much as she wants to grab the lady by her hair, she stopped herself. Hindi siya pwedeng magpaka-squammy dito sa ospital ngayon at baka matanggalan pa siya ng trabaho. But she can't deny that it didn't feel good watching him laugh with someone prettier than her. It made her feel sick.

Nilagpasan na lang nina Jenica at Lorraine ang dalawa. Hindi na lang ito pinansin ni Jenica. Baka pagkain lang ang sagot sa nararamdaman niya. Sana nga, pagkain lang.

Nakakuha na sila ng pagkain at lahat-lahat, hindi pa rin maipinta ang mukha ni Jenica. "Teh, ayos ka lang ba? Ayaw mo ba nung pagkain mo?" tanong ni Lorraine.

Kunot-noong umiling si Jenica. "Wala 'to. H'wag mo na lang pansinin." Kumain na si Jenica kahit na masama pa rin ang loob niya. Kanina pa niya inaabangan si Jeremy na pumasok sa cafeteria.

She thought that when he sees her, he would immediately follow her inside. Boy, she thought wrong. A few minutes later, pumasok na sa cafeteria yung kanina pa niya hinihintay. She looks like a lovesick puppy with what she's doing and she doesn't care anymore. Si Lorraine lang naman ang nakakakita sa kanya.

"Ay, kaya pala parang nagusot 'yang mukha mo, teh!" sabi ng kaibigan niya.

"Kilala mo ba yung kausap niya kanina?"

Napatigil sa pagkain si Lorraine at napaisip. "Isa yata 'yon sa mga bagong intern na doktor. Hindi ko lang alam kung anong specialization no'n."

Tumango-tango si Jenica. Napansin niyang naglalakad papunta sa kanila si Jeremy kaya umiwas na siya ng tingin dito.

"Ay, papunta na rito si Sir Dok! CR lang ako," paalam ni Lorraine. Pipigilan pa sana ni Jenica ang kaibigan pero hindi na siya nakaangal pa.

"O, saan pupunta 'yon?" bungad ni Jeremy sa kanya.

"CR," maikling sagot ni Jenica.

Nilapitan ni Jeremy si Jenica para halikan ang pisngi niya pero umiwas lang siya. Alam na nito agad na may problema. "Ryl, what's wrong?" malambing nitong tanong. Nang hindi niya pansinin ang lalaki ay hinawakan nito ang baba niya saka iniharap sa kanya. "Baby, tell me what's wrong."

"Wala."

Jeremy kissed her hand. "Come on. It's obvious you're angry. Please tell me what I did to upset you," paglalambing niya. He ended it with another kiss on her hand.

Come to think of it, Jenica thought it was ridiculous this time. Mas lalo lang siyang nahiya sa inasta niya dahil lang sa selos. Ang pangit pala sa pakiramdam ang magselos. "Pagtatawanan mo lang ako kapag nalaman mo," nahihiyang sabi ni Jenica.

"What is it then?" He was still holding her hand, never letting it go unless he's sure that she's already pacified.

She let out a thin sigh. "Ang gwapo mo kasi masyado," reklamo ni Jenica. She could see him smirk from her peripheral view.

"And what about it? This handsome face is yours." She rolled her eyes at how good he was with his words.

Pumasok sa cafeteria yung babaeng kausap ni Jeremy kanina sa labas ng cafeteria. Bumalik na naman ang hindi maipintang mukha ni Jenica. That was when Jeremy understood what was happening.

He stole Jenica's attention by holding her chin and making her face him. "You are the most beautiful woman in my eyes, kahit na gusot na gusot na naman 'yang mukha mo. Ikaw ang mahal ko, Airylle Jenica de Leon, soon-to-be Ylagan." He ended his spiel with a kiss on the forehead. "Don't be jealous anymore, hmm?"

Jenica's face softened. It felt like all her jealousy faded away. He sure knows what to say. Hindi nito alam na isang halik lang sa kanya, mawawala na agad yung selos na nararamdaman niya.

Oh, to be loved by Jeremy Ylagan is probably the best feeling in the world.

"Are we okay now?" he asked. Tumango naman si Jenica. "Alright, I have to go now. Liam is probably looking for me."

"Hindi ka ba kakain ng lunch?" Jeremy smiled at how she worried about him. It's the most adorable thing for him in the world.

Umiling ito. "Kumain na ako, Ryl."

"E anong ginagawa mo rito sa cafeteria?"

"I just made sure you'd actually have lunch. I was actually waiting for you earlier then I bumped into one of the interns." Ahhh, maybe that girl from earlier. "Sige, kain ka na. I'll see you later."

"Alright. See you later."

Jenica watched him walk towards the cafeteria door. Halfway from the door, he turns back again and shouts, "I love you, Jenica!" She was so stunned at his loud proclaimation that even the entire cafeteria heard it.

Now, everybody's staring at her. Jeremy just stood there like he was waiting for something. When she didn't say anything, Jeremy repeated, "I love you, Jenica!"

Ramdam na ramdam na ni Jenica ang pagtaas ng dugo niya sa mukha. Sobrang namumula na siguro siya. Paano ba siya hindi mahihiya nito e lahat ng tao sa cafeteria, nakatingin sa kanya?

"Argh! Just say it back already!" Lorraine complained, coming back from the restroom.

Iyon ba yung hinihintay ni Jeremy? "I love you, too," mahinang sabi ni Jenica.

"Hindi kita marinig."

"Sabi ko... I love you, too!" frustrated na sigaw ni Jenica.

"That's more like it," he said like he's so proud of his girl. Nakangiting naglakad palabas si Jeremy. Samantalang naiwang namumula si Jenica.

"Hay nako. Ang lalandi!" komento ni Lorraine.

[dutchdenimdiary-blog]

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[dutchdenimdiary-blog]

Fades on Wednesday —————————————————————————— These jeans were worn by Imanuel Arnold for over two years now. We love how the battlestripes evolve on these Momotaro x Japan Blue SP002's. Great work and keep wearing them hard! —————————————————————————— @momotarojeans_official @momotarodenim @japanbluejeans @imanuelarnold —————————————————————————— #momotaro #momotaroxjapanblue #japanblue #sp002 #battlestripes #japandenim #japanesedenim #japaneseselvedge #pinkselvedge #dutchdenimdiary #ddd #dutchdenim #denim #drydenim #denimporn #denimhunters #heddels #rawdenim #selvedgedenim #selvedge #fadedenim #denimhead #fromvirgintovintage #virgintovintage #fadeoftheday #rawselvedge #jeans #menswear

[dontshakethecameras]

good luck babe! or sometimes truths acted on in the darkness have a funny way of looking like lies in the daylight.

Callie woke up with a jolt. It was a strange feeling, going from the dead of sleep to being awake. It was silent, no rain or howling winds. She could see the power had turned back on. Which was good. She had an interview with Asha today to talk about the whole being dead thing in an hour according to Bunny's alarm clock.

Callie jolted again. Bunny. Everything she confessed. Everything they did. It all came back to her in one terrible, awful, amazing, wonderful wave. And then, even worse: Celeste. The girl she loved before. The girl she loved now. How could she do that to her? Sure, a lot of weird things happened, but she just... and now this... and she wasn't even sure she could deal with what all of this meant.

Suddenly, awfully, Callie needed out of there. She needed out of this room and away from where Bunny was sleeping next to her so peacefully. Naked. Because they'd had sex. She'd had sex with a girl. She was thrilled. She was alive. She'd never felt more like herself. She was terrified. She was ashamed. She was going to hell. She jumped out of bed as quickly as she could without waking Bunny up.

She threw on her clothes quickly, hoping her beanie covered her sex hair okay. Sure, she wasn't due at Sunny Side Up for an hour, but she could review her notes. She could get a coffee. She could. She could breathe. She knew she was being shitty to Bunny. She knew it, but she couldn't stop herself. She was terrified. She was still the same girl trying to outrun things.

She looked at Bunny sleeping peacefully and tore a page out of a notebook, hurriedly scrawling: I can't. I'm sorry. Please don't hate me. She set in on her pillow and bolted from the room, from the house, desperately waiting for her chest to let her breathe again.

[fvkaddie-blog]

ALREADY DEAD — a self para

She was lost in her thoughts when she thought she heard someone behind her. Being as paranoid as she was, there was no way she was just going to let it go. Addie pushed herself off the ground, pulling her fixed knife out of her belt and holding it tightly in her hand. She glanced over her shoulder for a second, seeing her friends and other group members enjoying themselves around the bonfire, before looking forward again and walking into the darkness of the trees. 

Just when she was headed in the direction of the first noise she heard, there was some rustling in the grass in the opposite direction. Her whole body tensed up, goosebumps running through her body. She instantly knew something was wrong. She shouldn’t have come out here to investigate the noise by herself. She felt idiotic for thinking that it was a good idea in the first place. Suddenly, she felt like she wanted to vomit. 

Unfortunately, she had no time to retreat back to the bonfire. Right as she was turning around to leave, someone jumped out from behind a large tree trunk and charged towards her. Addie would recognize the uniform immediately-- government soldiers. She opened her mouth to yell, to warn the rest of them, but she could only get a small yelp out before someone came up behind her and put their hand over her mouth. 

Trying to think quickly, adding bit down on the hand. She heard the soldier curse behind her but he didn’t remove his hand. It wasn’t long until she could taste the metallic bitterness of blood on her lips and she knew she’d broken his skin when she bit him. 

Then there were two other soldiers in front of her-- three total-- and they were closing in on her like a garbage compactor. Her knife was still in her hand. Somehow they hadn’t seen it in the dark. Without being able to see very well, she sliced it through the air in the direction of one of the shadowed figures. She felt it make connection with someone and hoped, for just a second, that it did enough damage to make whoever she’d hit stop. But it must have only been a minor injury, because soon she felt the pain of a fist punching against her stomach. 

She doubled over in pain, but only had a few seconds before she was being punched in the same spot again. Addie fell to the ground, holding her stomach. There was a kick to her ribs and she yelped, not so much as a warning call now but because she couldn’t stand the pain. She couldn’t remember a time where she’d been beaten like this. Tears threatened her eyes but she tried hard to will them away, not wanting to add insult to injury by crying. She wasn’t going to let them see her cry. 

At some point during the struggle, she’d dropped her knife onto the ground. It was lost now. She tried to look for it, blindly feeling around on the ground near her. However, it wasn’t long before one of them saw her attempting to search for it and stepped on her had with their large boot, causing her to pull her hand back to her chest. 

“This one’s a fighter,” One of them said, followed by the sound of the others laughing along, “The boys back in the Sector will have a good time for sure,” The pain in her ribs and her stomach had basically rendered her motionless. She kept thinking about her parents, about how she’d seem them get beaten and carried away all those years ago, and how she was letting them down. They’d fought for her, given themselves up so that she could have a life and she could survive. Now all of that was for nothing, because she’d gone and got herself trapped as well. 

She was yanked out of her terrible flashbacks by the sharp feeling in her right leg and the sound of a snap. One of the soldiers reached down to cover her mouth just as she screamed from the pain, “Now let’s see her try to escape,” More laughter, “You’re coming with us, sweetheart,” He said, leaning down to tie a cloth gag around her head and in her mouth. That was it. She knew she was going to the Sector. 

It was in that moment that she gave up. Addie knew she was going to die. She was either going to be tortured to death, worked to death, or executed in some kind of courtyard in front of everyone. Either way-- her life was over. She was practically already dead. She gave up on fighting her tears and felt them start to run down her face in a solid stream. They dropped off her face and onto the ground beneath her as she was hoisted up off the ground and put over one of the soldier’s shoulders. It intensified the pain in her stomach and ribs, and only made more tears come from her eyes. 

She wondered how long it would take before they decided to ambush the rest of the group. She wondered who else they’d capture and who they’d just kill on the spot. She hoped with all her heart that they’d get away, that as many of them as possible would be able to escape and run until the government couldn’t find them anymore. But she knew that the chances of everyone getting away were slim. 

The last thing she saw before passing out from the pain in her fractured leg and broken ribs was her mother’s face and how it looked the last time Addie saw her. She’d tucked Addie away in a hollowed out portion of a large tree and told her not to come out until they came back for her. Looking back now, Addie knew it was optimistic thinking to say that they’d come back for her at all. But she remembered seeing a sadness and a fear in her mother’s eyes that she hadn’t understood at the time. She’d been so confused. 

But now she understood. 

All at once, she felt the emotions drain from her, leaving her with just hopelessness inside. She knew her fate had been sealed and that was already dead. There was no point in exhausting herself with feelings she usually pushed deep down inside her. The tears kept falling down her cheeks, but she couldn’t feel the sadness that caused them. All she could feel was the physical pain still shooting through her from her injuries. She could hear the soldiers laughing and joking as if they weren’t carrying a captured body to be tortured and killed.

She closed her eyes, thought about how it would all be over soon, and then she passed out. 

[haddiemichelle]

two months.

the silence was deafening,walls used to the endless chatter of four voices instead of the one that now inhibited the space. it was as if the walls of the apartment felt as lonely, screaming for the other, louder voices to come back and make it feel whole again.

looking around the apartment that she had recently officially moved into, haddie decided it was too - well it was too haddie. the small traces of the other human that inhabited the space were far gone. the black tape littering the walls had been removed, and even though she always told him she hated those small sticky papers protruding from the white walls of their home. she now found herself missing them. they said that he had been there recently.

she longed for the discarded articles of their clothing pushed under the coffee table, forgotten in a moment of pleasure that the two had shared on the couch. she missed the half read books that scattered their apartment. finn, being too excited for the next one that he abandoned the one that he was currently reading.

but what was really missing was the sense of home that finn.home was never a place. home was a person, and now that person was gone. it was as if everything that had changed in the recent year of her life had just disappeared into thin air in front of her, and all she could do was watch the most important people to her walk out of her life. 

she knew that he had to go. that he never wanted to leave her, but she also knew that he didn’t want her to come along. that much was evident in his tone when he told her of gavin’s newest plan. it was good money. money that him, and his family needed to stay afloat in this world, so how could she stop that? how could she have been that selfish as to ask him to stay because he made her believe that she was worth more than just being a doll that someone could mend into anything they wanted her to be? she just couldn’t do it.

but it was only two months.

[thebentleyaffaire]

So Much For A Happy Birthday..

Involved: Bentley Faire & Copeland Faire Triggers: Seizures, Epilepsy. Summary: While coming home after his day at day care, Bentley prepares to spend the day with her son celebrating his fifth birthday and trying to subside the grief wanting to show itself on a day like today. Though everything seemed fine for the two as they walked through the door to their apartment, Bentley will soon realize that today is about to take a turn for the worse.

May 28th was always a day that held a double-ended sword to Bentley. Not only it was a day to celebrate the birth of her amazing child who she held closer than no other, but it was also yet another reminder to the poor brunette who struggled with the fact that Copeland’s father missed out on yet another thing. It wasn't that Caleb wasn't around to see his son grow old and had a chance to see him at a later date, it was the fact that Caleb was taken too soon from the world to even see his son reach his first birthday, let alone fifth. While Bentley pushed down another year of grief and another year of thoughts about how Caleb was missing this right now, Bentley did her best to put on a smile and told herself that today was about Copeland and only Copeland. It was his day and there wasn’t going to be a single thing to ruin it if Bentley had control over it.

“Alright, so what are we going to do first?” Bentley asked her son Copeland, who was smiling bright at her side and wearing his birthday crown with pride as the stepped out of the elevator and on to the floor they lived on. As she dug through her purse to find her keys to the apartment, she listened to Cope ramble on about what he wanted to do on his special day. The things he listed off seemed reasonable for Bentley to manage; A blanket fort taking up the entire living room where they could play with his Paw Patrol and Ninja Turtle toys all night long. She couldn’t forget about the breaks for dinner and snack where they would have his all his favorites things as well as the small cake she had picked up earlier in the day for him. So far, everything seemed to be going great for the pair as they began their ascend towards their apartment to begin the day of adventures and fun.

Unlocking the apartment and pushing the door with her hip, Bentley allowed Copeland to run through the door before she stepped inside and closed the door with her foot. It was the same thing every day--Bentley would throw her things down on the kitchen table as she passed it while Cope ran off to his room to do his own thing for a while as Bentley got the house in order. While she listened to him grab all the toys she wanted to bring out into the living room before hearing his little footsteps run across the hardwood floor, Bentley emptied her bags that she had with her and started picking up the kitchen from the small mess she had made. While she kept to herself, she couldn’t help but to feel a pit in her stomach. Of course she managed to pass it off as her mind wandering while she was alone for a few minutes tending to the dished she needed to put away and the re-fridge she needed to slightly re-stock, but she just couldn’t seem to shake the feeling from her as if it was the beginning to a small anxiety fit she seldom found herself in.

While she hummed along to herself and smiled at Cope’s tiny voice coming in and out of the rooms in the apartment, Bentley turned her back to Cope and began to clean out the fridge in order to make room for the things she had with her on the table. While her back was turned and her melody still being hummed quietly, Bentley heard a hard thud off in the distance. Turning her head towards the noise, she waited for the cry or the call out Cope normally gave when he feel and he was alright, but there was nothing but complete silence. Standing up straight, Bentley placed the container she had in her hand on the counter near her and called out to him. “Copey?”  Still, there was nothing but a defining silence that only made the pit in Bentley’s stomach grow larger and deeper.

Running over towards his bedroom when the silence lingered more than it should have, Bentley stopped in the doorway and felt her heart fall to the ground when she saw the scene of Copeland on the floor looking almost a pale-blue as his arm and legs stiffened for a few moments. Stepping in closer to him as her fear became stuck in her throat, Bentley knelt down next to him as she tried calling his name to get his attention. No matter how loud and how painfully scared she called out his name, Copeland still wasn’t making any type of communication towards it.As quickly as the stiffening of his arms happened, they stopped but as they loosened, the little boy’s arms and legs started convulsing. Jumping back, Bentley scrambled to pull her phone out of her back pocket and dialed 911. Watching her son convulse on the floor in front of her as she tried explaining what was going on to the 911 Operator broke Bentley’s heart to no end while the pit in her stomach turned into a fear worse than she could ever imagine. it was hard as a parent to watch your child suffer in front of your face and have nothing in your power to stop it from happened to even understand it enough to know what do. Visibly shaking from the fear and anxiety coursing through her veins, Bentley was told that paramedics were being sent to her at the moment as fast as they could get over there, but was also trying to be comforted on the phone by the voice on the other end. After Copeland stopped convulsing in front of her, a loud cry was heard coming from the boy as well as deep gasp for breath. Dropping to her knees and being weary of whether to leave him where he lied or if she should at least bring him on to her lap to comfort him, Bentley tried the best that she could before wrapping her mind around what exactly just happened while doing her best to remain in a conversation on the phone with the operator. 

“It’s okay, Copey.. Mo--Momma’s got you.” She said quietly in a shaken voice as she pushed some of his hair back from his forehead. The boy in front of her that was nothing but the world to Bentley, still wasn’t responding to anything the brunette was saying or doing and that only racked up the nerves a little more as each second passed. While the minutes seemed to drag out to what felt like hours, it was only a matter of time before the paramedics arrived and rushed into the apartment Bentley lived in. As they called out to find her, Bentley yelled back where she was and was shortly greeted by two paramedics wheeling in a stretcher with them. Stepped out of their way and still holding the phone up to her ear, she tried answering as many of their questions as they could while the checked out her son. Before she knew it, Copeland was being picked up carefully and transferred on to the stretcher they brought into his room.

While the paramedics attended to Copeland, Bentley ran off into her bedroom in a panicked daze and tried grabbing everything she needed to take with her such as the health insurance papers as well as everything in his file she has stashed away in her closet for safe keeping. While still shaking to no end, Bentley ran out of her bedroom and over to where she left her purse and tossed her things in as she tried making sure she had everything she needed, but she knew she was probably forgetting something due to her mind being in a million different places at the moment. As the paramedics rushed Copeland out the door once he was strapped in and secured in the stretcher, Bentley ran behind him and did her best to keep herself together but how can someone keep themselves composed when they witness their child in such a state and could do nothing to help them? Bentley didn’t know, but she could only hope that what was about to come from the rest of this night was nothing worse that could ruin the one day that was suppose to be honored for celebrating the best thing to ever happen to her coming into the world.

[doirnan-ia-hiatus]

SP 002

[Setting: Late afternoon, misty, The forest]

The world was turning. Left, right, left and left again. He felt his hands scraping against something rough, it easily broke down when he putted his weight on it. Ah, bark, of course. Which totally explained the scent of moss, wet ground and the drops on his skin because it wasn’t sweat. Struggling with walking straight Doirnan leaned against a random tree. The whispers in his head made him wince in pain. Oh god, what was this feeling. The throbbing in his head made it hard to think straight, occasional a string would travel down his spine making the man groan. This wasn’t good. His stomach took an invincible punch and soon he felt his knees collide with the ground. Twigs and leaves under him dug through his pants. It wasn’t even bothering him, as he leaned forward and coughed up his early dinner. Good Grace, what was this feeling!