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bangchanshehe · 4 years

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The Boogeyman pt. 2

Summary: You were constantly having the same reoccurring dream over and over again and your friends told you that it meant nothing. But as your nights became more strange as days passed by you knew that it was more than a dream. much, much more. You tried every night to stop the bizarre dreams from occurring in the same sequence to try to find out more about who or what was controlling them. But when you came face to face with the demon in your dreams in real life, you realized that what he had been telling you all along was true. There is no escape.

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The rest of your morning passed as usual. You made your coffee at 6:30 am sharp, you did your hair and makeup and got dressed and made your way to work. The only difference between your morning and other people’s mornings is that you had only slept for 6 hours. You sighed to yourself once you were parked in the work garage and checked your reflection in the rear view mirror.

Fucking eye bags. You cursed under your breath.

You could tell that physically the lack of sleep was starting to get to you. You no longer had naturally dewy, well rested skin. Your eye bags had grown exponentially, and your mood. Most of all… your mood had taken a turn for the worse.

In your precinct you were always known as the most serious investigator, but lately a few co-workers had added some extra vocabulary to your name. detective “bitch-face”, was your favorite as of yet. You gathered up your bag, threw your keys and phone inside and held onto your coffee cup with a death grip as you prepared yourself for another day of mind-numbing work.

You had barely clocked in and sat your things down at your desk when your boss called you into his office. You rolled your eyes and mentally shifted into your role as a well mannered subordinate, before you stalked off to his office. You knocked twice on his glass door before welcoming yourself in.

“you wanted to see me?” you asked him with a straight face although you knew what he was calling you into his office for

“yes, take a seat y/n” he commanded in an authoritative tone

You obliged him and tried to make yourself comfortable in the stiff chairs.

“I know that you are having some trouble in dealing with the suicide cases y/n.” he started and you let out a sigh “I think that we need to put this case to rest not only for our sake but also for the family’s sakes” he leaned forward at his desk and spoke softer to you “simply put there is nothing further to investigate, and there is no sign of foul play in either of these women’s cases.”

You knew that the correct and polite thing to do would be to agree with your boss, but you had a hunch that you couldn’t get rid of. And you knew that if it was you in those women’s shoes, that you would want for someone to try their best for you.

“all do respect sir, ill have to disagree” you started “I’ve spoken to the families and neither of them mention mental illness or indication of suicide. Their work life, social life and financial stability was solid. There was no reason for those women to have motivation to take their own life. I’ve already –“

“let me stop you right there” your boss interrupted you mid-sentence. “we don’t know for sure that these women weren’t suffering from any mental illness. We cant say that they didn’t commit suicide just because they were perfect on paper.” He shook his head in disagreement

“sir, I’ve spoken with the medical examiner and they say that there is no sign of natural death….” You gave him a stern look and he gave you one back “these women essentially just dropped dead. Nothing in their system, nothing wrong with their health. It doesn’t make any sense!”

“I want you to dismiss the case.” He said firmly

“if either of these women were your daughter or wife, would you want someone else to just dismiss the case sir?” you asked him

He paused for a long while giving you a pointed glare before finally looking down at his desk and back up at you again. “y/n, I am going to give you one more week to work on this case. Either you bring me more evidence that this was a homicide by that time, or we dismiss the case. Is that understood?” he asked you

“yes sir! I appreciate it sir!” you said with a small smile, happy that you had talked him into giving you some more time.

You walked out of his office with more motivation than ever to help these women and their families. You made your way back to your desk, unpacked your files and looked back over their cases, starting with the basics.

Looking over the autopsy results the women seemed to be perfectly healthy beings with nothing in their system other than an sleeping aid.

You didn’t find that the fact that they might need help with falling asleep strange, but if you were going to produce results by the end of the week you had to cross all of your t’s and dot all of your I’s. starting with a call to a medical examiner.

You picked up the phone and dialed the examiner less than hopeful to find anything of significance but unwilling for the case to be dropped without finding any further answers.

“hello, this is examiner song speaking. How can I help you?” a friendly and familiar voice answered

“Hi, Mr. Song this is detective Y/N speaking. I have a few questions for you in regards to the double suicide case. Are you free right now?” you asked him as friendly as possible hoping it would gain you the favor

“oh! Sure ask away!” he said as chipper as ever

“I see from the report that both of the women were both using a sleeping aid and I was wondering if the dose that they had in their system was typical and if you had any other information on this medication?”

He hummed for a moment “the amount still left in the blood stream was pretty typical for a sleep medication, particularly if they had taken it that night. There doesn’t seem to be any signs of drug abuse or abnormalities. However, I don’t know too much about the medication other than its prescription and you have to have some serious sleep insomnia to get prescribed it.” he mentioned

You quickly scribbled down the name of the drug on a piece of paper and thanked the examiner before you hung up the phone. Looking back over the files for the women you quickly look up their family physician’s number only to find that the women both go to the same doctor.

You wrote the number down underneath the name of the medication and stuck in on your computer monitor. You highly doubted that it was a strong lead to pursue since doctor song said the levels look normal and decided to save it for later.

You restlessly looked over your notes and files calling anyone who you think would have any additional information on the women, before you finally noticed that it was close to 11.

You pulled out your phone and text your best friend who was a practicing therapist in your area. You had met her because of work and ever since then you were glued to each other. You smiled to yourself remembering how comfortable it was for the two of you when you had first met. It was like you had just met your best friend who you hadn’t seen for a while and had a ton to catch up on.

The entire reason that you were there to begin with was because you were injured on the job and was told to go as a part of probation until you were “better again”, which was short for do your required 3 appointments for an hour and you’ll be cleared to be back on the force again. But the two of you were so close that you met often after your standard three meetings. Only this time you often met at a bar, after business hours for the both of you.

Hey, want to get Mexican food for lunch around 12? You sent here knowing that she was done with her standard 10-11 appointment. You had looked away for only a moment before you had heard your phone vibrate.

ABSOLUTELY! I have the craziest story to tell you when I get there! Get ready!

You laughed quietly at her text. She always had some crazy story to tell you about her clients. Was it technically legal for her to do so? No, not really. But she was at least responsible to change the names and places in her stories so that at least identities were protected. Plus, since she worked strictly with more upscale clientele, she heard a lot of stories about wild affairs, extravagant parties and occasionally a celebrity gone bad.

You locked your phone and put it down on your desk hoping that within the next 45 minutes you’ll be on a better track then you currently were.

“so you would never believe what happened today!” your friend started off excitedly from across the table, drink in hand “my typical 10 o’clock canceled on me today… whatever, no big deal. But come 9:50ish I get this message from the receptionist that a certain very attractive celebrity wanted to book a same day appointment with me if at all possible. So I’m all ‘hell yeah! Get his ass in here!’ and when he came into my room he told me this story about how he drunkenly married a woman from a foreign country, spent the next three amazing weeks with her in paradise and now she’s gone and he’s completely torn apart from it” she said like it was the wildest news she had ever heard

You stared at her from across the table wondering where she was going to go with her story. Unamused or impressed with what she was telling you

“and I mean like full blown ugly crying in my office over this girl. He pulled out his phone and showed me a picture after picture of her proclaiming that she was the most attractive woman he’d ever met. And eventually at the very end he said that he had received a message from her saying that she was pregnant with another man’s child and wanted to be with him to raise the baby” she stopped to take a breath “I mean the poor guy was really losing his marbles over this chick. But as he’s walking out of the building I literally see him eye fucking some chick and then without a word she just gets into his car and they drive off together to do god knows what!” she finally finished

You raised your eyebrows at her and gave her a look of disbelief. You wouldn’t have believed your ears if it weren’t for the fact that you had some of your own run ins with celebrities or word of celebrities in her office.

“that’s so crazy!” you said confused over such behavior. “hey I have a question for you about a medication and I have no clue if you’ll actually know anything about it.” you said pulling out your sticky note with the name scribbled across the top

She leaned over to look at the name and immediately perked up. “oh yeah I prescribe that pretty often to patients who need help sleeping.” She said before looking up to you “why? Are you looking into a new sleep medication?”

You sighed and put the note away. “well I found it through a case and had never heard of it, so I figured I’d ask. Is it any good?” you asked her

She scoffed and giggled “it’s the best thing that anyone has invented since bread.” She said “fuck all of the older sleep medications. This one is the best. Plus… there’s a little more that goes into it than just getting the drug from a store. You take a questionnaire and they give you an at home test so they can create it to be designed more for what you need.”

Your eyes went wide and you sat back in your chair happy to hear about how good the medicine was. Whatever the price was you would be willing to pay for a decent night’s sleep again.

You pulled out your phone and googled the drug, and scheduling was much simpler than you thought, you made an appointment for 5:30 so you could go straight after work.

“thank you my sweet, sweet friend. I’ll see you later!” you said with a smile on your face shoving one last tortilla chip in your face before you ran to your car so you could get back to the office on time.

The rest of the shift went by terribly slow and you were actually itching to get out of your chair come five o’clock. You had done literally everything that you could have to cover your basics with the case but everything seemed to run into a dead end.

You quickly packed up your belongings and raced out the door so you wouldn’t be late for your appointment. You were as giddy as a school girl to find something that might finally help you feel like a normal human being again. and as soon as you pulled up to the offices for the drug you smiled.

Utopia Inc. you read to yourself, before getting out of the car and walking towards the doors.

Once inside you were impressed with how comfortable and yet clean the offices were. You took a seat in a chair and began reading over the paperwork and questionnaire.

Are you getting more than 5 hours of rest? No.

Do you have trouble falling asleep? No.

Do you have trouble staying asleep? Yes.

On a scale of one to ten how would you rate your average nights rest? 4

Are you currently using any other sleep-inducing medications? No.

What is the average time that you sleep in one night? 4-5 hours

You sighed as you looked over the remaining questions. You couldn’t even remember the last time that you had a decent nights sleep and you were more than anxious to have that back. But the questions were a little dull. You were hoping that the questions would be a little more in depth than the traditional sleep surveys you’ve done in the past.

As you filled out the remaining few questions your name was called by a nurse and you quickly stood and approached her.

“please come this way miss Y/l/n” She said opening a door and walking down a long hallway full of doors. She stopped in front of a office and held the door open for you “ go ahead and have a seat, and the doctor will be ready in just a moment”

You thanked her and took a seat in the stiff looking chair. You read the posters on the walls and looked around the room while you waited, bored and nervous all at once.

Knock, knock.

Your head snapped up and a friendly looking man walked into the room. He peaked his head into the room and gave you a warm smile before introducing himself.

“hi y/n! my name is Jongho and ill be taking care of your sleep test and diagnosis.” He held out his hand for you to shake and you accepted with a smile “I already looked over your questionnaire and it looks like you have some symptoms of severe sleep insomnia” he explained

“which I have some good news and some bad news with that. Unfortunately there is no cure for sleep insomnia, however after we run some sleep tests on you we can get an idea of what kind of medicine you need to regulate your sleeping patterns” he explained to you very calmly and coolly.

Knock, knock.

The two of you turned your head to see who the new intruder was in the room and you were surprised when you saw a very attractive man walk into the room with a bright smile. Jongho was surprised as well by the new guest in the room and looked back over to you with a smile only to give the man a curious glare.

“hello my name is Hongjoong!” the man said extending his hand “ill be assisting doctor choi”

“y/n” you said taking his hand

You couldn’t help but notice the strange way that the physician looked to the man before he looked back at you with an awkward smile. For some reason it made you feel unsettled

“right, so all you have to do is turn on this device and put it on your finger as you sleep for the next week and it will record all of the information that we need. From there once we look at the reports we will form a diagnosis and get you the perfect medication to help you out. Re-testing can occur at any time if you feel that the diagnosis was incorrect and you need a different medication. Any questions?” he asked you with a smile

You shook your head and jongho smiled back at you. He gave you a bag with the necessary equipment and a packet with questions and answers on insomnia. He scheduled an appointment for a week from now and you were completely ready to go home. He shook your hand one last time before you left the office and on your way out Hongjoong stopped you.

He handed you a business card and you accepted it. it was simple with his name, email and phone number on the card. “please don’t hesitate to reach out if you have any questions or difficulty during the tests”

You looked him over once more noticing how differently he was dressed compared to doctor Choi who was in a white medical gown and business casual clothes. He was wearing a suit that looked like it cost a fortune and he had the air around him like he was a man who didn’t work with people all day long. he seemed impatient, guarded and utterly too perfect.

you smiled at him once before leaving the long hallway and entering the reception area once more. happy like a child on Christmas you carried the box to your car and set it down carefully in the passenger seat as if it were a precious treasure. You looked back up at the building one last time before you pulled away and smiled. Hopefully this would be the answers to your prayers and help you start a happier and healthier chapter in your life.

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ritualmichael · 5 years

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The Touch - Michael Langdon Mini-Series pt 2

heres part two!! its slowly getting more intense and longer. i just live for cocky michael x shy reader i cant help it. let me know what you guys think!! part one here.

After a long, competitive game of charades, everyone was ordered to the dinner table. You sat next to Emily like you always did, claiming the last seat as your own. Venable was sitting at the head of the table on the other end and it relieved a lot of your anxieties being further away from her. She didn’t scare you but she also didn’t make you feel comfortable.

Like it has for the past few nights, the conversation ended up rearing itself in the direction of the mysterious, long haired man who joined you all at the outpost merely a week ago. You couldn’t blame everyone for always talking about him, he was something new and different. You all didn’t get much of that down here.

“Do you think he has a wife?” Coco said with a flirtatious smirk. Whenever she was in the same room as Langdon, Coco always became excessively annoying. She was like a desperate dog in heat, also something you couldn’t blame her for.

“No,” Gallant scoffed which made Coco proudly smile, flipping her hair over he shoulder as if she had just won Langdon like a trophy. “He’s gay, of course,” Gallant stated, knowing all too well that he had crushed any of Coco’s dreams. Everyone else at the table looked at him in surprise, clearly not assuming the same thing about the man’s sexuality.

“Yeah, you should’ve seen him during my interview. He clearly wanted a piece of m-“ Before Mr. Gallant could even finish his sentence there was the all too familiar sound of Venable’s cane knocking the floor. Gallant was quick to shut up, along with everyone else sitting up a little straighter and not uttering a word.

“There will be no such discussion at my table,” she said pointedly, making Gallant ease back into his seat like he wanted to disappear. That is why you sat far away from her. If looks could kill she would be able to take you down in seconds.

“Now now, let them chat,” you heard his smooth voice before he could even enter the room, his shoes tapping against the floor and drawing everyone’s attention to him. Langdon strode in, dressed in his typical black attire but this time holding a half full glass of red wine in one of his hands. He gave Venable a smirk when he appeared, knowing he had control over her whether she wanted to admit it or not, everyone saw it. He walked over to the table, sitting down at the other end across from her. Your end. You straightened up a little, your hands automatically starting to fidget with nervousness due to his proximity.

“A little gossip doesn’t hurt.” He gave Mr. Gallant a glance, although it seemed entirely empty of any flirtation. “It’s not like there’s anything better for you all to do...” He took another sip from his glass and you longed for one yourself. He must’ve brought the alcohol with him because the outpost lacked much other than water, that you knew of. A glass of anything would really help you escape for a while.

A grey walked over to him, beginning to set a plate down with the small cube on it before he flicked his hand in the air, dismissing them and the plate they were offering. You wondered if he ever ate because you have never seen him at dinner with everyone before and he didn’t accept the one meal you received a day. You looked down at your own plate, frowning at the discolored cube sitting in the middle, your stomach growling. You could feel his eyes on you and you rested your hand on your empty stomach, sighing before beginning to eat.

“So,” he started, pausing to take a sip from his glass. You couldn’t help yourself as your eyes wandered to his jaw, feeling as if you just wanted to reach out and touch him but your body would never allow you to. “I have finished the interviews to see who is worthy of a spot in the Sanctuary.”

“Did I get one? You know-“ Coco eagerly began to make her case but he quickly cut her off. “I haven’t decided yet, so I’m going to be staying here for a few more days.” As he spoke, his eyes roamed around the table and you quickly looked down every time his gaze met yours.

You heard his chair screech against the floor as he stood up, his hand reaching for his glass and he knocked back the rest of the dark red alcohol in one sip, sitting it down with a clink. “Don’t let my presence hinder any conversations though...” And with that, he walked out of the room. Everyone’s eyes followed him until he disappeared down the hallway which you assumed lead to his room. Gallant quietly cursed at himself under his breath.

Again, Venable tapped her cane on the ground as if to gain everyone’s attention and take back her control of the room. “Finish eating and immediately return to your rooms...” She slowly got up from her seat, her scowl never leaving her face. “It’s late.”

You were one of the first ones to get up from the table, giving Emily a soft smile and a nearly silent “goodnight” before walking back to your room. Yet another meal where you left feeling unfulfilled, hoping that you’ll be able to fall asleep quickly in order to avoid hunger pains. You slipped into your room, gently closing the door behind you and nearly jumping out of your skin when you noticed you’re not alone.

“Boyfriend?” Langdon asked, holding up your drawing pad to reveal one of your portraits. It took you a second to regain your breath, your hand holding your chest as your heart raced from being practically snuck up on. You stayed by your door, not moving any closer to him. Was this a test?

“Brother. What are you doing in here?” You couldn’t help but cringe as he slowly flipped through every page, his fingers slightly bending the corners and his eyes scanning every drawing intently. He clearly wasn’t going to answer your question and all you could mumble was a soft, “Please stop...”

He stopped on the last page and you embarrassingly looked down at the floor, knowing all too well that he was seeing your most recent drawing and you didn’t want to see his reaction.

“I like this one the most.” You looked up, seeing that he was, in fact holding the drawing pad open to the drawing you did of him earlier and your cheeks automatically turned bright red. He had a smirk on his face, looking at the drawing and running his long fingers over the inked lines.

“Some of them touch themselves when they think of me... I guess you do this,” he stated, looking up from the drawing at you, noticing your baffled look due to his words but not seeming phased. “You’re all so intrigued.”

“T-that’s not what that is,” you began to protest, walking over to him and reaching from the pad in his hand. He quickly held the pages above his head and far out of your reach, a look on his face that almost seemed like amusement but you weren’t sure, you didn’t see that from him much. With a huff, you dropped your hand to your side. There was no use in trying to reach it, he towered over you.

“Why are you in my room?” you decided to ask, getting kind of annoyed that he thinks he can show up wherever he wants and suddenly owns the place. In his hand was the only sense of privacy and your old life that you had left and you didn’t realize how much it would pain you to see another person with it - especially him.

“Is it wrong for me to assume that you wanted to be in my presence?” he said, lowering his hand and holding the pad of paper out to you. You quickly grabbed it, clutching it in your arms against your chest, relaxing a little bit now that you had it back. “After all, you’re drawing me like some lovestruck teenager would in their math notes.”

You stepped back from him, noticing how close you two had gotten during your exchange. Shaking your head, you said “Not everyone here is hung up on you like Coco or Gallant. Why don’t you go bother them instead?”

“They’re too needy...” he shook his head, taking a step toward you which only made you take a step back. He quirked his eyebrow, noticing that you were keeping a wide space between the two of you.

“This thing you do,” you waved your hand around at him. “Where you think you have everyone wrapped around your finger doesn’t work on me.” Instead of making you blush, he just makes you nervous but you wouldn’t tell him that.

His face changed to one that was more stern and hard, making you instantly regret trying to be brave and standing up to whatever this act of his is. He clearly wasn’t used to someone calling him out on his ego.

“You may think that right now,” he began, stepping closer to you but this time your feet seemed planted to the ground as if your nervousness had stopped your body from functioning. “But, soon enough you will be just like the others who are down on their knees, begging me to give them a chance to live.” His voice was lower, strongly annunciating every word to make sure you understood.

You looked up at him, breathing slow and shallow breaths as if you were scared to move. Something had come over you and you almost wanted to cower away from Langdon’s gaze. You couldn’t do anything but watch as he reached up, one of his hands nearly brushing your cheek which caused your breath to get stuck in your throat. Like you did in the meeting, you could feel the warmth of his body, trying your hardest to stop yourself from leaning into his touch. You craved some kind of contact and were almost disgusted that you craved it from him. His eyes locked on yours as he grazed his knuckles against your cheekbone, making your eyes flutter and a shaky breath leave your lips. You knew he was enjoying every moment of practically controlling you, something he seemed to be able to do to anyone.

“Such a secretive little girl”, he said quietly, his eyes roaming your face and you knew that you probably looked terrified and desperate. You hated yourself for that. “You may not be begging for a spot in the Sanctuary now, but I know what you really want.”

“You don’t know me,” you said in nearly a whisper since that was all that you could muster up at the moment. His fingers brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear, his fingertips running along the shell of your ear painfully slow. You leaned your head away from his touch, knowing that anything else would set you off and you didn’t want to know what you would do then. You couldn’t let him win.

He lowered his hand, clasping them in front of him and tilted his head a little as his eyes ran down your entire body and you couldn’t help but feel the urge to stand up a little straighter or flatten out your dress. “I know the parts of you that are craving someone else’s touch the most,” he took a step back from you and started making his way to the door. “But I guess I’ll go bother someone else. Goodnight, Y/N.” And with that, he disappeared out of your door.

You instantly relaxed, breathing heavily and staring at the doorway where he left. How did he take your breath away so easily and make you feel so small? Everything he said, he said it with the intent to fluster you and your mind was going a mile a minute, trying to make sense of what just happened. Now Langdon had seen a side of you that you never wanted him to see.

part three here.

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