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crystalninjaphoenix · 8 months

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Beneath the Hospital

Paranormal Preteens AU: Episode Sixteen

A JSE Fanfic

Oh boy this one came out LONG. But what do you expect when you're following up on the cliffhanger from the last chapter?Just warning you now that this is 8000 words. Now, onto the summary. After the accident last night the group finds that Marvin's gone missing. Maybe he's still somewhere in the hospital? They all go looking for him and find some strange places and people along the way. I really liked writing this part! I hope you like reading it just as much ^-^

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The drive to the hospital took forever. JJ stared out the window, reading the street signs as they passed, counting down the turns until they arrived.

“Jameson, stop shaking your leg,” Mam said, using the rear-view mirror to glance at him in the backseat. “I know you’re worried but we can’t get t’ere any faster.”

“Oh lay off him, Emma. The lad has enough t’deal with.” Granmam turned around and gave JJ a smile. “Don’ fret, Jamie. It’ll all be alrigh’, you’ll see.”

JJ nodded absentmindedly. His leg stopped jittering, but the energy was just redirected towards his fingers instead, fiddling with the window controls on the door. The faint click click of the controls was audible even though the windows were locked. He saw Mom glance at him in the mirror again. She sighed and didn’t say anything.

He couldn’t believe Dad hadn’t come. When he’d woken up that morning—after only managing a couple hours of sleep—Dad had already left for work. And Mam made it clear she’d only be staying for a few minutes, leaving him with Granmam to take the bus home after they were done visiting with Marvin. It was just... just unbelievable. He never thought things would be that bad. Well... at least Granmam was going to stay with him and Marvin. “All day, if I have to,” she promised.

They parked in the hospital lot and JJ hopped out as soon as the car doors were unlocked, leaving Mam and Granmam to catch up as he ran into the building. Where was it?! Where did they go yesterday?! There was a directory, right? Where was it?! There! He ran over to the sign on the wall and scanned it.

“Jesus, lad, we don’ want to lose you,” Granmam said, catching up to him. She put a hand on his shoulder. “Now. Where was it?”

JJ pointed at the name on the directory: Pediatric Ward. They’d initially been in the Trauma Center yesterday but then moved to a different room.

“Great. Second floor. We’ll head over t’ere an’ ask what the room number is.” The two of them walked over to the elevator, Mam hurrying to catch up with them. Granmam kept her hand on JJ’s shoulder. He liked that. It was better than when his parents held his hand. He could talk this way.

The woman at the second floor nurse’s station—presumably a nurse—directed them to Room 213 when they told her who they were there to visit. She also had them all sign their names on a sheet of paper. JJ hurried through the signature and took off towards 213 as soon as he could. He tried not to run. You shouldn’t run in a hospital. But he kept thinking about Marvin, waiting for him, wondering where he was, his brother, his twin, and his feet kept speeding up without his planning and he reached the door quickly, practically throwing it open—

The room was empty.

Jameson’s eyes locked onto the empty hospital bed. He stared at it, as if he could make Marvin reappear if he looked long enough. Footsteps came up behind him. “Well t’is is just unprofessional,” Mam muttered. “They gave us the wrong room. Hold on one second, Jameson. Mam, keep an eye on him.” And she turned and left.

It wasn’t the wrong room. Jameson could tell by the pile of black fabric on the nearby chair. Hesitantly, he stepped into the room and walked over to it. He picked up the fabric, identifying it instantly: Marvin’s cape. The doctors hadn’t let him keep it on while he was asleep. They gave it to Dad, who gave it to Jameson, who left it behind so Marvin could put it back on when he woke up. Why was it still here? Maybe... they moved his room again and forgot to take it? Why would they move his room? Did something happen?! Did he—

“Jamie, deep breaths,” Granmam whispered. “Don’ let it get away from you.”

Jameson nodded. He clutched Marvin’s cape and tried to even out his breathing.

“Your mam is right, t’ey must’ve gotten the room wrong, t’at’s all,” Granmam said. “Let’s go see if they’ll withstand her attack.” She chuckled.

It looked like the same room. Jameson was sure he wouldn’t be able to forget it. Look, there was the sofa Chase and Schneep were sitting on, right where he remembered it in the hall. But he turned around and followed Granmam back to the nurse’s station anyway.

Mam spoke with the nurse for a while. Though, ‘spoke with’ implied it was a two-way conversation. Mam didn’t do that when she was upset. Instead, she just pummeled the poor unsuspecting nurse with a barrage of words and demands, complaining that the town’s only hospital should really know their patients better. Until, finally, a man in a white coat arrived to smooth over the situation. A doctor. The same one from yesterday, who’d told the family about how Marvin should stay overnight. For a moment, Jameson hoped this would all work out. But then—

“We did not move your son, Mrs. Jackson,” the doctor said.

“T’en where the hell is he?!” Mam demanded.

“We don’t know,” the doctor said bluntly. “We can search the hospital. It’s possible he wandered off.”

“Well why are you wastin’ time talkin’ to me?! Do it! Search! Call the police!”

Jameson’s stomach twisted with nerves. He felt like he was going to throw up. Where was Marvin? Where was Marvin?!

It didn’t take that long for the hospital staff to search the whole place. Jameson waited for five minutes, sitting on the sofa in the hall with Granmam next to him. But it felt like it took five hours. He rocked back in forth in place, holding Marvin’s cape close to him, trying to not cry as Granmam gave him quiet words of comfort, reassuring him that Marvin must be alright. Mam kept standing. Every thirty seconds she asked what was taking so long and ordered the staff to work faster. Until the doctor returned.

“We’ve checked security footage,” he said. “It looks as though your son—Marvin, was it? He got up and left the hospital by himself.”

“And no one stopped him?!” Mam cried angrily.

“Well, he didn’t look particularly unwell,” the doctor explained. “We have children in the hospital more often than you think, visiting sick relatives, so it wasn’t an odd sight to see a thirteen-year-old wandering around.”

Fourteen, Jameson corrected, but the doctor was still talking.

“It’s possible that he either tried to get home by himself or ran away. There have been several cases of both of those happening.”

“Fuck’s sake,” Mam muttered. “When was this? Because he isn’ home now, I’ll tell you t’at.”

“Around five in the morning. If your current address is correct, I suspect he should have been home by now. We can call the police to look for either a runaway or a lost child.” The doctor looked over at Jameson. “I’m sure your brother will be fine.” He smiled.

Jameson narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked at the doctor’s name tag. Dr. Hewitt, was it?

Dr. Hewitt was lying.

Marvin wouldn’t be in any hurry to get home soon. But he wouldn’t run away, either. Not without Jameson. Or his cape. Or a whole bunch of other stuff. But mostly without Jameson.

He wasn’t sure why Hewitt was lying, but he was certain he was. And it gave him a bad feeling.

While Mam demanded that the hospital call the police and Granmam tried to calm her down, Jameson took out his phone and began text-messaging. Marvin was missing. He needed to let everyone know. He needed... needed to hear from them.

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Ping!

Chase lifted his head up from the pillow. That was the sound his phone made when it got a text message. He squinted at the clock on his dresser. Who was messaging him at 8:12 in the morning? Only one way to find out. He reached over and picked up the phone, sliding it open and reading the message. It took a couple passes for his sleepy brain to process what it was saying, but as soon as he did—

“What?!”

He jumped out of bed and ran out of his room and across the hall. “Schneep!” he shouted, slamming open Schneep’s bedroom door.

Schneep screamed, dropping the clothes he was holding and ducking behind his dresser. He looked at Chase with wide eyes, realized who it was, and squeaked out, “What?”

“Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to scare you,” Chase stammered. “I just—I—JJ texted me, a-and—”

Schneep stood up straight. “What?”

“Marvin’s missing,” Chase breathed.

“...m-missing?” Schneep repeated. “How? H-he was in the hospital!”

Footsteps came down the hall. Mom skidded to a halt outside the open bedroom door. “What is it? Who screamed?!”

“Sorry, Aunt Jess,” Schneep said. “But—Chase just said—a-ah...” He gestured at Chase.

“Marvin’s missing!” Chase said, spinning to face Mom.

“What?!” Mom gasped.

“JJ just texted me! He’s gone from the hospital! They don’t know where he is!”

“Holy shit!” Mom spun back around. “You boys stay here! I’m making some calls!” She headed downstairs towards their landline phone.

Chase looked back at Schneep. “That’s not all,” he said. “JJ said that one of the doctors is lying, saying that Marvin ran away.”

Schneep’s brows furrowed. “Do you think this has to do with the strange things going on in town? The greenlight, and that—that mystery group?”

“Maybe,” Chase said. He looked back down at his phone. “Hang on, I’m gonna text him back.” He went as fast as he could, sending one message after another. Thats terrible! What do yuo think happened? Is it just normal weird or weird weird? Did you tell evreyone else? Im so sorry jj.

JJ responded instantly. Schneep walked over to Chase as he heard his phone go ping! “What did he say?”

Chase read the message quickly then looked over at Schneep. “He wants everyone to meet up as soon as possible.”

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Saturday afternoons were a busy time for Zelly’s Soda and Ice Cream, but in the mornings, it was basically empty. Chase couldn’t convince Mom to drop them off, but he did get her to sit at a separate table. “Just let me know if you guys need anything, okay?” she said quietly. “I love you two. Remember that.”

“Love you too, Mom,” Chase said. Schneep nodded silently.

From their table in the middle of the restaurant, they saw everyone arrive. Jackie was first. “I-I came as soon as JJ texted me,” he said, sitting down at the table. “I can’t believe he wants to meet up here.” He laughed a little. Nervously. “Are you two... okay?”

“We’re fine,” Chase stressed. “We’re not the ones who went missing!”

“Yeah, but... Marvin’s your friend,” Jackie said quietly. “It will... affect you.”

“We’re fine.” Chase folded his arms and sank into his seat. Maybe if he said it enough, it would be true.

Stacy arrived next. Her parents and sister came in with her, sitting at a separate table just like Mom did. “Is it true?” she whispered as she sat down.

“Of course it is true,” Schneep said. “Who would lie about that?”

“I-I don’t know. Maybe it was a mistake?”

Chase shook his head. “No way.”

“Omg...” Stacy shook her head and looked down at the table. She began gently swaying her body back and forth.

The table was silent for a few minutes. A waiter came over and asked for their orders, and Jackie half-heartedly asked for some fries, mostly just so the waiter would go away. The fries arrived just as JJ walked into the door. He hurried over to the table and took the fifth seat, leaving the sixth seat empty. Chase and Schneep stared at it. Then stared at JJ. “Hey, JJ...” Chase said slowly. “You, uh... You’re kind of... shaking. I-is that okay?”

JJ shrugged. There were dark circles under his red eyes, but his jaw was clenched in determination. He set the bundle of cloth he was carrying down on the table.Marvin’s cape. I think the mystery group has something to do with this, he said.

“Why?” Jackie asked. “I mean, you could be right, I just—wanted... to know... why.”

Because the doctor was lying, JJ insisted. I told you all that when I text messaged you. Marvin wouldn’t run away. And when I think about it, I don’t think he could just walk out of the hospital without someone noticing.

“That does make sense,” Stacy said slowly. “Wouldn’t the doctor be watching him? Didn’t you guys say they were keeping him there overnight to watch him?”

Schneep nodded. “And even if no one was there, Marvin would have to walk past all the nurses at that, ah, station to get to the elevator. They would notice. And they would ask why he was there. People do not usually let kids walk around hospitals.”

Right?! JJ said. The doctor said kids walked around all the time, but by themselves?! At five in the morning?! They wouldn’t let me stay overnight because Mam and Dad went home!

“Uh, speaking of your parents...” Chase wasn’t sure how to put this. “Where... are they? Are they, uh... out looking for Marvin?”

Jameson’s face darkened. They’re at work, he said shortly. Granmam and me took the bus here. She’s outside because I asked her to be. He pointed out the window. Everyone turned to look and saw his grandmother sitting on a bench right outside, keeping an eye on things.

“Your grandmom’s great,” Jackie said.

Jameson nodded. Anyway. I think the mystery group is involved.

“Things are definitely not what they should be in the hospital,” Schneep muttered. “Definitely if a doctor is lying. But why the mystery group, exactly? Maybe it is just... normal bad things happening?”

Marvin went into the planetarium basement with Chase and Stacy, JJ said. The mystery group could have noticed him. Maybe they had security cameras. When he wound up in the hospital, they took him. Maybe they took him back there!

“Oh, uh, you guys didn’t hear?” Jackie said. “The planetarium... collapsed. Like, a week ago, I think? Or two weeks?”

The kids all fell silent. “Well, that’s weird,” Stacy commented.

“Yeah... I-I think something happened to the basement and it all fell into it.”

So maybe they didn’t take him there, JJ said, moving on. But that doesn’t mean they can’t be behind it for the same reason.

“I think it makes sense,” Chase said. “All the weird stuff in town has been connected so far. This can be connected, too.”

“It still could just be, uh... ‘normal bad things,’” Jackie said quietly.

“But we can’t do anything about normal bad things!” Chase pointed out. “That’s what the police do. But they can’t check out weird stuff like the greenlight and mystery group, cause they don’t know about it. We do.”

“I think we at least look at it,” Schneep said.

Jackie looked around at the kids. He sighed. “Yeah. We can at least look at it. JJ, what do you think we should do?”

Jameson straightened. We need to go back to the hospital and look around for weird things. As soon as possible. Maybe we can tell everyone we’re going to hang out together somewhere after this but instead we go right over there.

“We don’t really know what we’ll find, though, right?” Stacy pointed out. “Do you guys have, like, stuff you use for this? Like... I dunno, ghostbuster stuff?”

Chase chuckled. “Nothing that good. But we can pick up stuff from home that we think might help. Nothing too big. It’s a hospital, they'll ask weird questions.”

So we take a break to get helpful things from home, JJ says. Then we go there. We see if there’s weird stuff happening, or at least try to find Marvin’s trail.

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This wasn’t the same room.

Marvin woke up with his head swimming and his throat dry, still feeling half-asleep. But even in this state he could tell this wasn’t the hospital room. It was much larger, and the light was dimmer, leaving most of the room in shadow. The walls were still white, but they were painted bricks instead of plaster. Marvin wasn’t lying on a bed. Instead, it was one of those... what was the word? He couldn’t remember. Like a bed on wheels. Much less comfortable than a mattress and pillows. The room was filled with them.

He tried to sit up, but couldn’t. His whole body was so heavy. The most he could do was roll over, hitting the metal railing of the bed-on-wheels. Ow! Something jabbed his arm when he moved. Right, they put a needle in him. With a tube. He looked down and saw it right where it had been when he fell asleep. There were bandages wrapped around his arm to keep it in place. He reached down and tried to... do something. Pull the needle out. Unwrap the bandages. Something. But his fingers felt numb. They weren’t listening to him.

“Hey.”

“Whdafeh...?” Marvin rolled back over towards the voice. There had just been a wall there, but now there was a shadow. As he watched, it became clearer, like his eyes were focusing. It was Anti.

“Hey,” Anti said again, smiling. He got down to the ground, folding his arms on top of the metal railings. “I’m bored. They’re taking too long.”

Marvin just stared at him. He wasn’t sure what to say... Maybe he should scream? He tried. But all that came out was a weak whining sound.

“Are you excited? Or scared?” Anti rested his head on his arms. “Probably scared. It’ll be scary. But not forever.”

What the hell was he talking about? “Wha... whd’hll r’you...?” It wasn’t working. His tongue was too heavy to ask the question.

“I dunno what you’re saying.” Anti’s eyes were glowing faintly green. The glow flickered as he blinked. Then the lights overhead flickered, too, as if in response. He stared at Marvin for a moment more, waiting. Marvin stared back. He couldn’t do much else. Until, after a few minutes, Anti sighed and stood up again. “You’re boring right now. I’ll be back later.” The lights flickered again. When they came back on, he was gone. Marvin was alone.

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It wasn’t easy figuring out what to take to the hospital. Whatever they brought had to be easy to hide or explain away. And Chase wasn’t really sure what would be helpful if this mystery group really had taken Marvin. In the end, he decided to just bring his Nerf gun. Schneep also struggled, but settled on bringing the same sort of stuff you might bring on a hike. Snack food, water, and some stuff from the medical kit Mom kept in the bathroom. He explained that Marvin might need them when they found him. Chase agreed that was helpful, then asked Schneep to keep his Nerf gun in his backpack with all the rest of the stuff.

Mom was reluctant to let them leave the house once they got home, but Chase explained that they wanted to be with JJ, who was really upset right now. It wasn’t a lie. Not really. Mom agreed it would be fine. She offered to drive them to the Jacksons’ house, but they said Jackie was already picking them up, so she settled on reminding them to be safe. “And I love you,” she added.

Jackie arrived quickly, with Stacy already in the car. From there, they picked up JJ from his house. He climbed into the front seat with that same determined look on his face, holding his bag tightly.

“Alright, everyone ready?” Jackie asked. Everyone nodded. “Let’s go, then.”

On the way there, Stacy asked, “So, what do you guys usually get for this sort of stuff? I got a pair of scissors, and some duct tape, superglue, paper, and a compass and a hammer from my dad’s toolkit—oh, and my phone.”

Jackie laughed. “Wow, you’re really prepared! Is that all in your backpack there?”

“Yep!” Stacy nodded. “So what do you guys have?”

“Uhhh, I got a gun,” Chase said.

“Whoa, really?!” Stacy’s eyes widened.

“Is a toy gun,” Schneep explained. “And I brought food and water and bandages.”

“Bandages? We’re going to a hospital.”

“Does not mean we can find where they keep their things.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Stacy looked at the front seat. “What about you guys?”

“I have a small flashlight and my camera,” Jackie said. “Flashlight for obvious reasons, camera in case we need to look at stuff later. JJ?”

JJ reached into his bag and pulled out—

“Whoa!” Jackie jerked in surprise, almost swerving the car. “Again?!”

“Why do you have a knife?!” Stacy shouted.

JJ put the knife back in his bag. Just in case, he said vaguely.

Chase laughed. Maybe some things would stay the same, no matter what was happening.

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The hospital wasn’t busy. It was still open for visitors, so the group just walked straight in. Stacy looked nervous, constantly glancing around. Of course she was nervous; this was her first one of these... Well, Chase had been referring to them as “adventures” or “monster hunts” in his head, but that felt a bit... childish. Considering the situation.

I think we should start at the room where Marvin was, JJ said, heading for the elevator.

The others followed him. Jackie looked around, careful to be casual about it. “I’d think there would be police here,” he muttered. “A kid disappeared from here.”

They were here earlier, JJ said. They asked me a bunch of questions about Marvin. I think they were trying to figure out if he would run away. He shook his head, denying the very idea.

“Perhaps they finished their, ah, investigation,” Schneep said.

“Or maybe they’re just in the room,” Chase added.

But nope. The hospital room was as empty as it had been earlier that morning, when Jameson had come to visit. The group looked around. They found nothing. No clues, no sign of anything going wrong.

“If Marvin wouldn’t’ve left on his own, why do they think he did?” Stacy asked.

The doctor said they had security footage of him walking out, JJ explained.

Jackie frowned. “And he lied about that? Seems like a pretty risky lie. Surely the police asked to see the footage...”

“Maybe they, like, pretended to lose it,” Chase said. “Can you lose security footage?”

“Oh yes, it happens all the time.” Schneep nodded. “Papa kept a security system around the house fence, he complained about film going missing even though he spent a lot of money on the cameras.”

“Still. Something about that feels weird.” Jackie paused, then shook his head. “Well, now what?”

“Can we find the security office and look at the real footage?” Chase asked.

“We can’t sneak into there!” Stacy protested. “That’ll be way too hard!”

There’s nothing we can do in this room, though, JJ said. We need to figure out where Marvin went. Should we go downstairs and see if there are other ways out of the hospital?

“Ah... I don’t think we will need to do that,” Schneep said slowly. “We all agree that Marvin could not have left the hospital on his own without someone noticing, ja? And if someone was going to take him outside, they would need to sneak him out, and I think that would be hard to do. Or, hard to do without the hospital people noticing.”

“Where’re you going with this?” Chase asked.

Schneep adjusted his glasses. “The doctor lied about Marvin leaving the hospital. So, what is the opposite of that? It is that Marvin is still inside the building.”

A moment passed. Then Jameson nodded, and spun around, leaving the room.

“Hey, wait!” Jackie called. JJ stopped, and Jackie turned to look around at the others. “I think if someone was really careful, they could’ve snuck Marvin out of the hospital. Are you sure, Schneep?”

“The doctor lied,” Schneep repeated. “Why would he do that? Unless he knew what really happened. Unless he wanted people to not search the hospital.”

They did search the building, but it seemed really short, Jameson recalled. You can’t search the whole place in just a few minutes.

Jackie pursed his lips. “Alright. We’ll search the hospital ourselves.” He started walking out of the room. JJ followed close behind, then the other three. “Starting at the bottom.”

They took the elevator again and arrived back at the hospital’s main entrance area. “So... where are we gonna start?” Stacy asked.

“Uh, if it’s like the planetarium, there’ll be weird stuff behind the Employees Only doors,” Chase said. He scanned the area, looking for anything strange—

And strange he found. Because there, standing out clearly against the white walls on the other side of the entrance room, was a shadow that didn’t belong to anyone. His eyes fixed onto it. The shadow seemed to stare at him too. It raised a hand and waved, then walked towards an unlabelled door. Chase could hear a faint giggle. The shadow disappeared as it approached, as if it was a thin piece of paper sliding through the crack where the door met the doorframe.

“Chase?” Schneep said.

“I saw Anti,” Chase whispered. The shadow couldn’t have been anything else. He pointed at the unlabelled door. “He went in there.”

The group looked at the door. Stacy frowned. “That could be a staff door. But, like, we can’t just go in there like we did at the planetarium. Look, there’s a nurse right by it.” Indeed, the check-in desk was pretty close to the door. It was facing the opposite direction, but the nurse surely would notice them trying to get through.

We need a distraction of some kind, JJ said.

A moment passed. Then Jackie sighed. “Alright, I’ll go talk to the nurse. You guys get in while she’s busy.”

“What?” Chase gasped. “But—but don’t you want to come?”

“I do, I really do,” Jackie said. “I don’t want anything to happen while I’m gone. But I think she’ll pay more attention to an older guy like me than you guys. Not to mention it’ll be less suspicious if she suddenly notices you trying to get in. When you get to my age, you can’t use the ‘I didn’t know’ excuse anymore. You all still have a couple years before that takes effect.”

The kids exchanged looks. Then they all nodded. “Be careful, Jackie,” Schneep said.

“Can you find a way to get inside later?” Chase asked.

Jackie smiled. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll definitely find some way through. Now, let’s go before she notices us all standing here talking.”

The group split up, with the four younger kids circling around the big room while Jackie walked straight to the desk. The nurse saw him approaching and cheerfully greeted him. Jackie started up a conversation. Chase, JJ, Schneep, and Stacy all crept along the edge, staying close to the wall. Luckily, there wasn’t any other hospital employees in sight, and the patrons waiting around didn’t care to pay them attention. It was easy enough to reach the door. Chase grabbed the handle, opened it, and one by one the group squeezed inside.

They found themselves in a dimly lit stairwell, with metal steps extending down into the darkness. Anti stood at the bottom. He raised a hand and waved. His body was completely solid. If it wasn’t for the shadowy parts and glowing eyes, he could have looked normal.

“Wh-what’re you doing here?” Chase called.

“Keeping an eye on things,” Anti said.

Where’s my brother?! JJ demanded.

Anti laughed. “I still don’t really know what you’re saying. But I think I can guess.” He walked backwards. “Marvin is down here. You’ve arrived just in time. If they hadn’t waited, you would have missed it. And no one wants that.”

“What do you want?” Chase shouted.

“I want him to get his birthday present.” And with that, Anti retreated out of sight. The group ran down the stairs, JJ in the lead, but when they reached the bottom, Anti was nowhere in sight.

“Uh, Schneep?” Chase said. “Can I have my gun now?” Schneep nodded, took the Nerf gun out of his backpack, and handed it to Chase. Beside him, JJ grabbed his knife and Stacy pulled a hammer out of her bag. “Great. Let’s... look around.”

This basement wasn’t anything like the strange wide-open space beneath the planetarium. It was just... a normal basement that you might find in any office-type building. The walls were white-painted brick, the floor was tile, and the ceiling had fluorescent lights—though some of them were out, making the basement dim. The kids walked down a hallway lined with doors. JJ tried to open every one they passed, but most were locked. The ones that weren’t had boring stuff inside. Shelves of plastic boxes, or hanging cleaning supplies. No sign of Marvin anywhere. No sign of anyone else, either.

“I don’t like how empty this hospital is,” Stacy muttered.

Mam has been complaining about it being ‘understaffed,’ JJ said.

“What does ‘understaffed’ mean?” Chase asked. “That they don’t have enough people working here?”

JJ nodded.

The hallway ended in a T-intersection. The left hallway continued for some way, turning at the end. But the right hallway was short, ending in a wall. The group silently decided to go down the shorter one first. The doors here had plates on the walls next to them, all labeled with names. Terrance Starr, Brianna Clarkson, Kelly O’Hara. None of them were familiar. JJ kept trying to open the doors, but he didn’t have success until the very last one he tried. A door with a plaque reading Jonathan Hewitt opened slowly. JJ looked at the others. Want to check it out? he asked.

“Might as well,” Chase said, and the group carefully walked into the room.

The lights were off in here, but nobody turned them on. That felt like giving away that they were here. The light from the open door was enough to see by anyway. Inside the room was a big desk with a fancy-looking swivel chair. Several filing cabinets lined the walls, and, strangely enough, there was a tall floor-to-ceiling wardrobe at the back of the room. Stacy walked over to it and carefully opened the door. “Lots of black clothes in here,” she said.

“Are you sure they’re black?” Chase asked, walking over to join her. “Maybe it’s just dark.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.” Stacy started moving the hanging clothes around. “They’re coats, I think. Like lab coats, but black.”

RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE.

Chase spun around, aiming his gun, but the sound was just Schneep pulling open one of the filing drawers. “What are you doing?!” Chase hissed.

“Looking for things,” Schneep said. “What if this has information about the mystery group?” He pulled a file out of the drawer, opening it up—

Footsteps. On the tile floor outside. Coming closer.

Everyone tensed at once. Hide! JJ said, and pushed the door shut.

Chase and Stacy looked at each other, then looked at the wardrobe, then in unison climbed inside and shut the door. The rumbling sound happened again as Schneep shut the filing cabinet. Movement on the room’s carpeted floor: Schneep and JJ hiding somewhere else. And the footsteps were getting closer... and closer... joined by the faint murmur of voices.

The room’s door creaked open. “—my doubts on the ethics of this all,” a female voice was saying.

“Would you rather we go back to the way it was before the drive?” a male voice replied. Chase tensed up at the sound of it. He felt Stacy, squished next to him, do the same.

“Well... no, I suppose this is better than that,” the female voice admitted.

“You don’t have to attend if you don’t want to. I’m sure we can handle one boy.”

“No, no, I have to be there.”

The male voice chuckled. “I know, I know. But if you should ever change your mind, you can always leave at any time.” The voice was getting closer to the wardrobe. “Did you bring your change of clothes?”

Chase went still. Stacy inhaled sharply.

“In my office. Your coat wouldn’t fit me, anyway.”

“Very true.”

The wardrobe door opened. Chase tensed, tightening his grip on the Nerf gun’s trigger. Stacy was pressed so close to him that he could feel her heartbeat.

But, luckily, the man had opened the wardrobe from the other side, leaving the kids still hidden behind hanging coats. He grabbed one off the rack, barely looking as he did so, then closed the door again. “Let’s go start the prep, then,” he said, voice retreating. The room’s door closed and the footsteps retreated down the hall.

A moment passed in silence. Then Chase lunged forward, bursting through the door. The room was dark. “Schneep?” he whisper-shouted. “JJ?”

“Under here.” Schneep’s voice came from under the desk. He and JJ climbed out as Stacy left the wardrobe. “Did you hear that? They were talking about a boy.”

“They have to mean Marvin!” Schneep agreed. “W-we—Should we follow them?”

JJ was already heading for the door. He opened it slowly and peered into the hallway. They’re going down the other way, he said.

“Schneep’s right, let’s follow them,” Chase said. “C’mon.”

The group cautiously left the room. “Did you hear that guy’s voice?” Stacy whispered. “That was—that guy was at the planetarium. When we were walking up the stairs a-and we heard grown-ups talking at the top—”

“I knew it!” Chase punched his palm. “I knew it was familiar.”

JJ’s eyes widened. That was the doctor who lied about the security footage.

“Then it is settled,” Schneep said. “The mystery group is invol—oh!” He pointed down the hall.

Everyone turned to where he was pointing, just in time to see a familiar face disappear around the corner. “Jackie!” Chase gasped, and hurried down the hallway as quietly as he could.

Jackie took a step forward, glanced around, then also rushed forward—a difficult task to do while trying to sneak around. “Hey guys,” he said. He smiled, relieved. “Good to see you’re okay.”

“How’d you get down here?” Stacy asked.

“There was a nurse’s station without a nurse on the first floor. They must’ve been on break. I used the intercom to call the nurse at the front desk away then ran back over there.” Jackie turned and looked over his shoulder. “Did you guys see those two people walk down the hall?”

They have something to do with Marvin, JJ said. We have to follow! Anti was here, he said something was happening! His hands were shaking a bit.

Jackie nodded. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his camera. “If there’s ever a need for evidence, this is it. Let’s not waste any time.”

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A door opened, flooding the dim room with light. Marvin looked towards it, squinting. Two men walked into the room. They wore all black clothes and their faces were covered with blue surgeon’s masks. Panic immediately shot through Marvin’s heart. He tried to sit up—like he’d been trying to do for hours now—but only managed to jolt up a little before losing all strength. “Nnn plea—!” Marvin rolled, looking away from them. “Goh ‘way!”

“Jeez,” one of the men breathed. “I didn’t think...”

“You’ll get used to it,” said the other, sounding a bit older. “Disconnect the drip, this won’t take long.”

“Okay.” Marvin felt the man grab his arm. He tried to keep it close to his body but the man was too strong, pulling it away. The bandages were unwrapped and the needle removed. A small relief. “I’ll take the head, then?”

“No, take the foot, you’re better at walking backwards.”

The bed-on-wheels—gurney, that’s what it was called—began rolling. Marvin closed his eyes. A whimper escaped his throat as the movement sent nausea coursing through his empty stomach. He tried to sit up again. A hand pushed him down.

Bright light. He was glad his eyes were closed. But he should probably try to figure out where they were taking him. He squinted, slowly adjusting to the lighting difference. Where was this? It was a hallway, he could tell because of all the doors, but a hallway where?

At the end of the hall was a set of double doors. The men pushed the gurney through and into the room beyond. It looked a bit like an operating room Marvin had seen on TV. But all the operating equipment had been pushed to the edges of the room. Three other people in black and masks were in here: two men and a woman. The gurney was pushed to the side of the double doors and the two men lifted Marvin off it. He tried to wriggle out of their grip, and was able to get one to drop his feet, but that didn’t do much good when the other had a tight grip on his arms. His head was so heavy. He let it droop down... and saw the reason why all the equipment had been pushed to the walls.

There was a hole in the middle of the room. The tile floor around it was covered in clear crystal spikes, ranging from a fuzz on the ground to small ping pong-ball-sized clusters. It would have been beautiful if the hole didn’t scare him so much. Even from here he could tell it was deep.

One of the men rolled back his sleeve to look at a watch. “We only have a few minutes,” he said. “Starr, if you would. We need him over here.”

“Of course,” said the man holding Marvin. He started walking closer to the three others—and the hole in the center of the room. Marvin tried to struggle, but it was no use. Why was he so tired? Was it because of that needle?

The man with the watch continued. Apparently he was the leader. “Lars, if you can’t help hold him, help Hannah prepare for the stitches. Crawford, get the—”

“I’m on it.” The fourth man reached into his coat and pulled out a thin silver knife—a scalpel.

“Nnno!” Marvin tried to run, but his feet couldn’t find purchase on the floor. The man holding him wasn’t bothered by his struggles. He kept walking, and only stopped on the very edge of the hole in the floor. Marvin looked down into it. The walls were lined with more crystal. He couldn’t see the bottom.

“Stop squirming,” the man grumbled, grabbing one of Marvin’s arms and extending it forward. “You’ll make me drop you.” The man with the scalpel stepped forward and grabbed Marvin’s wrist. Marvin stared as he lowered the blade closer to his skin—

The double doors burst open.

All at once, Jackie, Chase, JJ, Schneep, and Stacy ran into the room, then skidded to a stop as they all took in the scene before them. “Holy shit!” Jackie gasped.

“Let our friend go!” Chase held up his Nerf gun, aiming.

The man with the scalpel jerked back. “How did kids get in here?!”

“You said no one would care!” The woman hissed, glaring at the leader.

Jackie held up his camera and snapped a picture. “I’m sure the police would love to see this!” he said.

One of the men—the younger one who’d steered the gurney—looked around frantically. “I’m not going to jail for this,” he whispered, panic in his voice.

“You idiot, we won’t—!” The leader spluttered. “This isn’t the time!” He looked at the kids. “What do you want?”

Let go of my brother! JJ demanded, his signs a bit distorted as he brandished his knife.

“Just let him go and we won’t go to the police with this!” Stacy added.

The other three in black looked at the leader. The leader’s eyes darted around, taking in each of the five kids standing before him. Then his shoulders straightened. “You’ve seen this,” he said. “And so you can’t be allowed to leave.”

“Jon!” The woman gasped. “You don’t mean to—”

“Grab them.”

Everything happened at once. The man with the scalpel ran for the group. Chase fired his Nerf gun, hitting him in the eye and making him stumble. But the younger man was also running forward. Jackie grabbed a metal tray from a nearby wheeled table and ran in front of the younger kids. “Scatter!” he shouted, and the kids did so—Chase and Schneep ran left, Stacy ran right, and JJ ran straight for the man holding Marvin. The man with the scalpel recovered from the brief injury and ran after JJ, grabbing the back of his shirt. JJ reached backwards and lashed out with the knife, slashing part of the man’s upper arm. He cried out and let go.

Jackie hit the younger man with the tray and then ran, trying to get to Marvin. But he was blindsided by the leader, attacking from behind and pinning Jackie’s arms to his side. Meanwhile, the woman was running after Stacy, saying something about how she should calm down. She managed to corner her, but backed up when Stacy began swinging the hammer wildly.

The man holding Marvin stood there, confused and unsure what to do now. Chase’s eyes locked onto him. “Let go of my friend!” he shouted, firing his Nerf gun again. The man flinched—and Marvin realized an opportunity was coming. Chase fired again then ducked behind a wheeled table that Schneep was using as a shield. The man holding Marvin also ducked to avoid the dart. Marvin mustered up his strength and pushed the man at the exact moment he ducked, managing to free himself.

But his legs were too weak to hold himself up. His knees started to buckle. He stumbled, trying to regain his balance, arms pinwheeling wildly, course correcting his steps—and took one step too far, finding a lack of ground beneath his shoe.

Marvin screamed as he fell, lurching forward. His upper body landed hard on the ground, but his legs were dangling over the edge of the hole. He scrambled to find something to grab, something he could use to pull himself up! The sharp crystals covering the ground cut into his skin. As he fell backwards, sliding into the hole, his hands left streaks of red behind.

The kids all froze at the sound of the scream. Some of the adults in black used this as an opportunity. The man with the scalpel and the younger man grabbed hold of Chase and Schneep, and the woman managed to wrest the hammer from Stacy’s grasp. But Jameson didn’t freeze. Jameson ran.

He dove past the man who’d been standing nearby and grabbed Marvin’s wrists. Marvin’s arms and head were the only parts out of the hole by this point, his legs kicking wildly, trying to find purchase on the crystal walls of the pit. Jameson started pulling. “J!” Marvin gasped. “I-I—” He glanced over his shoulder into the deep hole. Was it his imagination, or was something in the shadows down there glowing green? “I d-don’ wanna f-f-f...” He couldn’t say the word.

Jameson flashed a smile, then gritted his teeth and heaved. He pulled until Marvin’s entire upper body was back on solid ground, then kept going. After a few seconds, Marvin was out entirely. Jameson stood there, breathing heavily. He smiled at Marvin again.

And then the last of the black-clad adults grabbed Jameson from behind, taking him by surprise. His eyes widened and he tried to struggle, but had lost all his strength after that feat.

Marvin gasped. He looked around. All of his friends—his friends who had come for him—were being held by someone. They were going to be taken, and no one would know what happened to them.

No. No... No no no! No!

Marvin pushed himself to his hands and knees. The crystals on the ground, covered in his blood, began to faintly glow green. “L-leave...” He took a deep breath, and screamed. “Leave them ALONE!!!”

Green light erupted from the hole in the ground. It flooded the room, blinding anyone looking at it and knocking everyone to the floor. Then, as quickly as it had come, it was gone again.

A few seconds passed. Jameson was the first to recover. He pushed away the man who’d been holding him and reached out for Marvin, pulling the two of them closer to each other. Jackie was next, staggering to his feet. Then Stacy. Then Chase and Schneep. The adults didn’t stand up at all. Chase looked down at the man who’d grabbed him and gently kicked his arm. “Are they... dead?”

“No, they’re breathing,” Jackie said. Just to be sure, he crouched back down and took the leader’s pulse from his wrist. “Yeah, they’re alive. At least, this guy is.”

Stacy and Schneep knelt down to check the pulses of the nearby adults. “I think they are asleep,” Schneep said slowly.

“What... was that?” Stacy asked. “Green light?”

“Yeah, it was greenlight,” Chase said.

“Why’d it knock them all out but we’re fine?”

“Maybe... Marvin did something?” Chase wondered. “It happened when he shouted like that.”

“What even is this place?” Jackie looked around. “A secret basement operating room with a hole in the ground? What the hell?” His eyes widened. “Wait... that shape. I-it looks like the crack in the ground in the planetarium. Just... bigger.”

“We have to figure out what is happening,” Schneep said. “There was a room with a lot of files—”

Marvin sobbed, cutting off all conversation. Tears were streaming down his face. His hands were covered in his own blood. “I-I wanna go home...”

Jameson nodded. We’re going home now. Don’t worry. He reached into his bag and pulled out a bundle of black cloth. Then he held it out to Marvin. His cape.

“Th-thanks...” Marvin took the cape and wrapped it around his shoulders. It was sideways. But he was alright with that.

“...We’ll go home,” Jackie said. He looked at the others. “I know this is... a big discovery, for all the weird shit going on in the town, but... Marvin needs to go home.”

Chase nodded. “Yeah. Of course. Uh... I guess let’s get all our stuff. JJ, you dropped your knife.”

“We should be fast, we don’t know when these guys will wake up.” Stacy picked up her hammer and shoved it in her backpack.

Jameson stood up, pulling Marvin to his feet as well. The two of them quickly walked away from the hole. Schneep hurried over to them. “Ah, Marvin,” he said. “I-I have bandages. I think you need them. Can I see your hands?”

“Mm-hmm.” Marvin held out one hand, using the other to adjust the cape. As Schneep began taking out bandages and wrapping up Marvin’s hand, Jameson helped Marvin tie the cape on properly. He got it just in time for Schneep to start work on Marvin’s other hand.

“There.” Schneep said. “I... have some snacks, too. And water. Aunt Jess bought candy, because there was going to be Halloween, but...”

Marvin nodded. “I’d like some Halloween candy.”

Meanwhile, Chase was running around gathering up his Nerf darts. He noticed that Jackie was also walking around... taking off the adult’s masks. “What’re you doing?”

“Remembering their faces,” Jackie said, taking a picture of the leader. “That’s the last one.” He stood up straight. “Come on. Let’s go.”

Quietly, the group filed out, heading back to the stairs they came down. They waited by the door for a while, until the nurse at the front desk got up and walked away. Then they left, walking straight out the front door and heading for Jackie’s car.

It was crowded with all of them in the car. There wasn’t even room to put on seatbelts. But after what they just saw, that was the least of any of their concerns.

Marvin stared out the window until the hospital disappeared from sight. Only then did he relax. He rested his head on JJ’s shoulder and closed his eyes. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” whispered a shadow, too quiet to be heard.

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticegos #septic egos #septic egos au #jacksepticeye au #jameson jackson #chase brody #dr schneeplestein #marvin the magnificent #jackieboy man #antisepticeye #brigid writes fanfiction #pnptau

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mercurygray · 1 year

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After the Storm

@latibvles asked: “ after the storm had passed ” for Naera and a character of your choosing !! :)

Pairing: Erryk Cargyll x Original Female Character (Naera, a dragonkeeper) Rating: Mature

Thanks for the prompt, friend! I'm experimenting with a new format for these.

If someone ever asked, she'd say the storm had made them wild.

Outside the Dragonpit the sky was ablaze with lightning, the wind howling at the high windows. But dragons did not care for storms - deep under the Dragonpit they slept, unafraid. And the word came to her chamber - Someone is asking for you, Naera.

He looked almost hopeless, standing there in his muted browns, dripping rain from everywhere. Where is your white cloak, Ser, and your sword and armor? Where are your badges of office? And, perhaps the thing she wanted to know most of all - "Where is your lord?"

"He bid me leave him," Erryk said, shaking a little in the cold. "And for once I did not want to disobey." He swallowed. "My night is my own." And then he said a single word, spoken so clearly she could not mistake it - "Kostilus, Naera." Please.

How could she refuse?

It had been too good, to bring him to her little cell and strip him naked, bid him untie her belt and let her tunic down. It had been many moons, since she'd last taken a lover, and he took to her like a flame, his lips everywhere he could reach while she sat astride him in her narrow cot and called him sweet names like a dragon she meant to coax, ñuha azantys, ñuha rhovio, ñuha perzys, my knight, my thunder, my fire.

(They built strong men, in the Stormlands. He might have been out of practice but she was mostly pleased.)

And in the light of morning, after the storm had passed, they were still here, and the Seven had hardly called down the end of the world. Erryk was still sleeping soundly, his hair loose on her pillow. She'd never quite noticed the color of it before, sandy brown in some places and almost copper in others. Like a dragon's shell.

He turned over a little as she stroked his chest, his eyes still heavy with sleep as his hand met hers and brough it to his lips. "Ñuha perzys. My fire."

So he knew more than a simple please. "When does a Kingsguard find time to learn High Valyrian?"

"Aegon has lessons every week. A man must do something to pass the time."

Naera could have laughed - lessons every week, and his kingsguard speaks better than he. "Where is he, do you think?" When he orders you away, where does he go?

"Flea Bottom. Docks. Mouth of Hell. I'm not sure he cares as long as there's wine and a girl to fuck." It was the first time he'd spoken so openly and disdainfully, and she would have laughed if she'd had the time, but he remembered himself too quickly. "Sorry, I'm -"

"-allowed to say what you like in my bed," Naera said, cutting him off before he finished his apology. "My gods don't judge like yours do."

She knew, then, that she shouldn't have said anything - his face fell. "Yes, my gods do judge - traitors and oathbreakers alike."

The Doom take his Seven and their damned oaths. "You are no traitor, and you've broken no oath."

"I swear to ward the king," Erryk repeated. "I will never flee, nor falter in my duty. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, and father no children."

"I am no wife," she reminded him, gently stroking his hair. "And when I bear children, I will name no father. They will be Naera's only, and none of my people shall mind." She sighed. "Why would they ever ask such a thing of you?" To be so lonely, and live such a life?

"Ask Visenya," Erryk replied, almost irritable. "It was she who wrote the oath, in the Conqueror's day. We swear it still." He took a deep breath and dragged his hand over his eyes. "I suppose I should go find him."

"I could go with," Naera offered. "Four eyes are better than two."

Erryk shook his head. "I don't want him to know about us. The King's house is full of secrets and I don't want any of them knowing mine. He'd hold it like a knife to my throat - or to yours. He already dislikes you," he added, quietly. "Because you stand up to him. Bad things happen to women like that - and to men who take what he wants."

Now that I do believe. "Then we will be silent." She rose from the bed, letting him collect his shirt and tunic while she poured water for him to wash. "When will you come again?" she asked, watching him as he got dressed and prepared to leave.

"When?" Strange how even a simple word could make him laugh, even now. "You're not tired of me and my complaints?"

"The blood of the dragon runs hot," she murmured with a grin. "I need a storm to slake it." She kissed him on the cheek, lingering close. "Go find your prince. And come to me when you can." You have something he wants, she wanted to whisper. Let that comfort you.

Any errors with the Valyrian are entirely my own - grammar isn't my strong suit when learning new languages. You can read more of Naera's story here on tumblr or here on AO3. Comments and tag commentary are read and appreciated!

#i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #naera tynara's daughter #ser erryk cargyll #ser erryk cargyll x ofc #house of the dragon oc #house of the dragon fanfiction #fyeahhotdocs #ocappreciation

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backtraf · 1 year

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When Tim woke up that morning, something felt off. He couldn't tell why immediately, but something had woke him up. It took another few moments of him sitting there, and Kelvin suddenly coughed weakly from his bed a few feet away.

Frowning, Tim slipped out of his bed and walked over, placing his hand on Kelvin's forehead and grimacing at the heat that radiated off his skin. He was too warm and that was not good. He pulled the blankets off his body, and Kelvin let out a whine at the sudden loss of warmth. A full body shiver wracked his form, and Tim frowned.

Kelvin opened his eyes and blearily looked at Tim. He moved his hands slowly, having just woken and being weak from the sickness. He signed, 'What's going on?'

Tim stopped moving things around and looked at him, responding, 'You have a very high fever. I need to cool you down.'

Kelvin shakily signed the word for 'cold', and another whine left his throat as he curled into a ball to try and conserve the warmth. He was too confused to understand the problem.

Even though he knew Kelvin couldn't hear him, Tim apologized and ran over to his pack. He grabbed a small piece of cloth and got it wet before placing it gently over his head. Looking around, he was trying to figure out what to do. They had enough food, but there wasn't anything in the way of medicine. He frowned and stood, letting Kelvin drift back off to sleep.

He and Virginia took shifts watching Kelvin throughout the day and into the night. The next morning, an exhausted Tim was awoken by Virginia shaking him, an expression of worry etched onto her face.

"His fever is worse!" She said in a panicked whisper.

Tim shot out of the bed and went to Kelvin's side, placing his hand on his forehead. Kelvin didn't so much as stir from the contact. A wet, wheezing cough came from deep in Kelvin's chest, concerning Tim greatly.

"We'll... we just need to keep an eye on him..." Tim was at a loss. He didn't know what to do.

As the day progressed, Kelvin only got worse. By midday, his lips began turning blue. He wasn't taking in enough oxygen.

"Virginia. I need to go. There's a bunker nearby. I'm going to try and see if there is any medicine in it. Please keep an eye on him, and if he's having trouble breathing, get him to sit up, okay?"

She nodded hesitantly and sat down next to Kelvin. Tim slung his pack on his shoulder and began running. He didn't know how much time he had, and that terrified him. It took him longer than he wanted to find the bunker again, but he made it, pushing open the door.

There were rooms lined along the walls, and he heard groaning from one of them, choosing to bypass them. He didn't have the time to try and fight through whatever monstrosities were in there. He pushed on and nearly passed the medical ward in his haste, cursing his eagerness to move on. He tried the door, and relief flooded him when he found it unlocked.

Pushing inside, he began rifling through the cabinets. He found pain relief and fever reducers, shoving them into his pack, but they were what he needed. He continued searching, and finally, he found antibiotics. Relief hit him like a truck, and he found himself tearing up as he stowed the medicine away.

As quietly as he could, he ran from the bunker and back to the camp, ignoring the yells of the cannibals that were far too close for comfort. Finally, he made it back and ran into the cabin just in time to see Kelvin, eyes wide and unseeing as he gasped for breath, coughing harshly, and not taking back in enough air to replace what he expelled. Virginia looked terrified.

Tears were streaming down her face as he held Kelvin up, begging him silently to just take a breath. Tim ran over and cupped Kelvin's face, saying the word "breathe" over and over again. After a terrifying minute, he finally took in a shallow breath. Still not enough, but it was better than him not breathing at all.

Pulling out the antibiotics and a bottle of water, he propped Kelvin up against the end of the bed and signed to him, hoping that he was lucid enough to understand.

'I need to you take these.'

Kelvin nodded weakly and held out a shaking hand to take it from him. Tim shook his head and held a single pill up to his mouth. After a moment, Kelvin opened his mouth and accepted the pill before Tim helped him with taking a few swallows of water. After another coughing fit, he was laid back down.

"Go rest..." Tim told Virginia. "I'll watch him..."

He felt frustrated, hot tears threaten to spill over as the day continued to wear on, not knowing if he was in time, or if he found the pills too late. He was watching Kelvin slowly suffocate, and he wasn't even sure if the antibiotics would even work.

He must've passed out at some point because he woke up to Virginia shaking him awake and helping him back into his bed. The next morning, he bolted up right, his head looking over to Kelvin, who was lying down, and for a terrifying moment, Tim didn't see his chest moving. After a moment, he inhaled, and while it didn't sound clear yet, he was taking in a full breath.

Tim got out of the bed and moved over to him, taking his hand and just listening to him breathe. He was going to be okay.

#sons of the forest #sotf #the forest #sotf kelvin #tim sotf #sotf fanfiction #sotf fanfic #virginia sotf

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staygoldwriting · 2 years

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Hello there! 💜 May I request a silly little fiction with Steve "the hair" Harrington where reader had a sleep over at his house and the morning after she is in his bathroom and accidentally somehow throw down ALL of his hair products and they were destroyed in the process. Include over dramatic reaction from Steve and him pouting all day with his hair NOT DONE and reader re-buying all the stuff and trying to cheer him up.

And I beg you add the line "and you say Eddie is over dramatic" it will be so funny to read! 🤭

Hope it's not too much, love you and your work 💜💜💜

Hi hi!! I don't think I have ever had more fun writing a fic before, I was laughing so much 😂 I hope you enjoy reading this, and as always, please show love and support! ❤️✨

Word count: ~1.9k

Warnings: maybe a 2 on the fluff-o-meter? It's more laughs then sweetness! Reader has spent the night with Steve

For @maltinonka 💕

🚿 Bad Hair Day

“Good morning, beautiful,” Steve sang as he walked into his room.

“Hey, handsome, what’s all this?” you smiled as you gazed at him, breakfast prepared on a tray.

“Just a little treat,” he shrugged. “I thought it would be nice to have some breakfast in bed,” he said as he sat beside you in bed.

“Well, everything looks great, I’m just going to brush my teeth first,” you said as you got up to walk to the bathroom.

“Hey, Harrington, did you use all the orange- oh no! Oh I’m so sorry!” Eddie yelled as he covered his eyes. “Harrington, put a shirt on please!”

“You’re mad at me? Y/N’s only in a t-shirt!” Steve argued. “And you don’t have to cover your eyes, man, I walk around without a shirt all the time.”

“Y/N can do whatever she wants,” Eddie said, eyes still covered. “And I’m covering my eyes out of respect for her and to spare my eyes from you.”

“I swear, you’re the most dramatic person ever, why did I ever move in with you?” Steve groaned.

“Oh, come on, Steve,” you argued. “Also, Eddie, you can uncover your eyes, I have shorts on now.”

“Thank you, Y/N! Maybe we should live together,” Eddie smirked.

“Over my dead body, Munson!” Steve yelled.

“I don’t know, he might have a point,” you smiled. “Eddie’s always been my favorite.”

“Wha-what is this?” Steve said in shock.

“Just some fun,” you winked at Steve as you passed Eddie, giving him a hug on your way out.

“Four words. Out. Of. Your. League,” Eddie joked.

“Out!” Steve yelled, throwing a pillow at Eddie, which he dodged.

As you settled in the bathroom, you opened the window to let the fresh air in. Spring was approaching, so the warmth was welcome. You brushed your teeth and freshened up, but as you finished, a wasp had come into the bathroom. You gasped, trying not to scream, but freaking out, you grabbed the first thing you could find to ward it off: Steve’s Farrah Fawcett Spray. Spraying it all over, you tried to get the wasp, but it was too quick. Eventually, you started spraying it closer and closer to the window. As you finally got close enough to the wasp, you gave it one last spray, but tripped and knocked Steve’s shampoo and conditioner out the window. You panicked, now worried about what Steve would say when he found out his precious hair products were gone. At least he still had spray, you thought, but when you shook it, it felt empty.

With a lump in your throat, you walked back to Steve’s room, where he was smiling and eating some French toast. You climbed back into bed nervously, shaking as you had some orange juice.

“Honey, you okay?” Steve asked.

“Um, yeah,” you said slowly. “I-uh, I just have to tell you something. But you might be angry with me.”

“Y/N, honey, there is nothing you could do to make me angry,” Steve reassured.

“Okay, here it goes,” you said, taking a deep breath. “I-I was in the bathroom.”

“Right,” Steve said slowly.

“And I opened a window, but then a wasp came in.”

“Are you okay? Did it sting you?” Steve asked, panicked.

“No, it didn’t, I was able to ward it off,” you said quickly, trying to make it seem like a success.

“Okay, good, I’m glad,” Steve sighed. “So, what’s bad about that?”

“Well, I got it away by… spraying it,” you said guiltily.

“No,” Steve whispered. “You didn’t.”

“I did,” you said, shrinking. “And then I knocked your shampoo and conditioner out the window, I’m so so sorry I didn’t mean to, I swear!”

“You WHAT!” he yelled, scrambling out of bed.

“Steve, baby!” you called, following after him as he arrived at the crime scene. His shoulders dropped as he walked in, whimpering. He shook his empty can of spray and dropped it, heartbroken. Then, he peered out the window, seeing his shampoo and conditioner in a pile of muck. Somehow, they had opened, and their contents were spilling out.

“This can’t be happening,” Steve said, sitting down. “I feel weak.”

“Hey, what was all the screaming about?” Eddie said as he walked to the door. “Woah, Harrington! Why are you on the floor?”

“I accidentally wrecked his hair products,” you said slowly.

“Oh, you did?” Eddie chuckled, clearly very humored.

“It’s not funny, man,” Steve pouted.

“I think it’s hilarious! Up top, L/N,” Eddie smiled, trying to high five you. You, concerned for Steve, refused.

“How am I supposed to live?” Steve said to himself.

“Oh my gosh, Steve! I’m sorry, but it’s just hair stuff!” you said.

“Just hair stuff? Y/N, baby, this is my life!” Steve cried.

“My gosh, and you say Eddie is overdramatic!” you started to laugh. “At least you don’t have to work today, we can just spend the day at home.”

“Oh, yeah, about that,” Eddie interjected. “Family Video called, you have to work today.”

“What? I can’t go out with dirty hair,” Steve argued.

“Then use my stuff,” Eddie smirked, pointing at his things.

“Do you see this hair?” Steve asked Eddie, pointing at his head. “This is Faberge Organics hair, not the junk you get at the grocery store!”

“Hey!” Eddie yelled, “it’s good stuff! The shampoo doubles as a body wash,” he defended, making Steve shiver.

“I have to go get more products,” Steve decided.

“You can’t, you work in thirty minutes,” Eddie chuckled.

“Guess you’re out of luck, big boy,” you teased.

“Whose side are you on?” Steve asked incredulously.

“I wasn’t kidding earlier, baby, I’m always on Eddie’s side,” you said, throwing your arm around Eddie’s waist.

“Best get to showering, pretty boy,” Eddie teased, closing the door.

As Steve reluctantly showered, you and Eddie hung out in the kitchen, talking over what had happened recently in your lives. Actually, you had met Steve through Eddie; as a Corroded Coffin fan, you went to all of Eddie’s gigs and eventually met Steve at one of the concerts. You two instantly connected, and it wasn’t until a year into your relationship that Eddie revealed he had set you and Steve up. When you asked him, Eddie told you that he was tired of Steve’s heart being broken time after time, and that it was about time he dated a girl who treated him well and wasn’t vapid. He also admitted, as long as you’d keep the secret, that he considered Steve one of the best guys he’d met, and one of the few guys who deserved to date you. As your relationship with Steve deepend, you and Eddie found ways to spend time together, such as today. You two were chatting about getting some lunch later when Steve emerged from the bathroom, looking absolutely devastated.

“Eddie? Do you have any hats?” he asked with a sour look on his face.

“You don’t have any hats?” Eddie chuckled.

“If you had this hair, would you have any hats?” Steve sassed.

“Well, I guess that makes sense,” Eddie sighed, sitting on the counter, “because I don’t have any hats either. Guess my hair’s as good as yours.”

“Better now,” you blurted out, then smiled in apology to Steve.

“I do have bandanas though,” Eddie suggested. Steve looked defeated.

“Okay, I guess let’s give that a go,” he sighed.

“Magic word?” Eddie said with fake sweetness.

“Now,” Steve said tensely.

“Mmm, not quite,” Eddie sang.

“Please. Munson.”

“That’s better!” Eddie said cheerily. “Be right back.”

“Your hair doesn’t look bad, Steve,” you tried to comfort him.

“It’s not dry yet, anything could go wrong,” Steve said bitterly.

“Here we go,” Eddie said as he came back to the kitchen with a red bandana.

“Like that,” Steve muttered.

Steve had a rotten look on his face as Eddie tied the bandana around his head. As Eddie adjusted it, you tried your best to give Steve an encouraging look, but he clearly couldn’t pull off a bandana like Eddie. Once Eddie finished, he stepped back and took a look at Steve. He pursed his lips and nodded.

“Not bad, Harrington, not bad,” he said.

“Whatever, I’m going,” Steve replied as he opened the door. He sighed loudly as he turned back inside.

“Where is my car?”

“What? Isn’t it right outside?” you asked.

“No. It’s gone,” Steve muttered.

“Where did you park it?” Eddie asked.

“It was right there, in that spot! And now it’s empty!” Steve yelled.

“You mean the handicapped spot?” Eddie asked, and Steve sighed.

“This can’t be happening, this cannot be happening!” Steve panicked.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you comforted Steve, and he accepted, holding you. “I can call the towing company,” you said quietly.

Steve let out a small squeal. His precious car, towed.

“It’s my hair. It’s not done, and now everything is falling apart,” Steve whispered, holding you closer.

“Come on, man, I can drive you,” Eddie offered.

“Yeah, Eddie and I are going out to lunch today, and Family Video’s on the way,” you added.

“Okay, okay,” Steve said. “Things’ll turn around, right?”

“Absolutely,” you reassured, kissing Steve.

“You’re not going to leave me for Munson, right? That’s not what the lunch is?” Steve asked quickly.

“No, absolutely not!” you replied. “I would never choose Eddie over you.”

“Ouch!” Eddie whined.

“Oh, please, I’m not even remotely your type,” you sassed.

“Come on, let’s go, I don’t want to be late,” Steve said, walking to Eddie’s van.

As you three arrived at Family Video, Robin was being dropped off and caught sight of Steve and started laughing.

“What happened to you, Steve?” Robin laughed as Steve groaned.

“I ran out of hair products, don’t stare,” he complained.

“And you thought the solution was a bright red bandana?” she laughed.

“Let’s just do our shift, alright?”

“Okay, but I’m putting you in the back so you don’t scare anyone!”

“Hey, Robin? You’re the worst.”

“But you love me anyway.”

“Good luck, honey,” you said, kissing Steve goodbye. Eddie gave him a solemn wave, then you two left for lunch.

After spending the day together, you and Eddie went to pick up Steve at the end of his shift. He trudged out, still looking absolutely pathetic, his bandana a bit askew. You smiled brightly at him until you saw he had a fat lip.

“Steve! What happened?” you asked in a panic.

“I went to reach for a box and a couple movies fell on my face. Got a fat lip,” he said sadly. You kissed him softly.

“Well, we got you some things to cheer you up,” you said sweetly.

“Behold!” Eddie yelled as he gave Steve a bag. Inside were five cans of Farrah Fawcett spray and three shampoos and conditioners. Steve chuckled to himself, then kissed you as best as he could.

“Thanks, you guys,” he smiled. “I’m sorry for being so dramatic today.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you smiled. “We also got pizza, so we can just watch movies and relax tonight.”

“Oh! And we got you one more thing,” Eddie said, then presented Steve with a bright green bandana. Steve glared at Eddie, who had a wide smile on his face.

“What? I got you one all for yourself! You know, for your next bad hair day.”

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...in the details, Part 10

A/N: Warning for this series: 18+ audience (minors DNI), some cinematic level violence, some fluff and angst. Doubt that smut will be involved, but it may be implied. I’ll make sure that is noted clearly if it pops up.

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Right now you were very happy to not be at the Stark Lab.

The minute Peter uttered the name Cailleach you wanted to bolt back to Ireland, but you had given your word to Sarah Wilson, and you were not about to break it.

“Mom! Uncle Sam’s friend the Bird Lady is here!” Cass yelled as you walked up to the front door of the Wilsons’ home. Oh, the sight of the bald cypress trees all around the old white house made you think back to better times with your brother Ewan in this part of Louisiana.

“Her name is not the Bird Lady,” Sarah said as she came to the front door. “Come on in, Kari.”

“I have been called much worse than the Bird Lady, so I’ll take it,” you said as you walked in and extended your hand to Sarah. She, instead, went right in for a hug. “Sam should be here in the morning. I just got supper on if you’d like to join us.”

“Thank you. I’d love to,” you said as you watched Cass and AJ work on setting the table for their mother. “My brothers used to have table duty, too. Thank you, Cass and AJ.”

“How many brothers did you have? I thought Sam was joking when he said eight.”

“No, he was right. Eight brothers and four sisters,” you replied as you walked over to the kitchen counter near the sink. “Can I be of help? I don’t want to mess up your kitchen routine.”

“Thank you! You understand!” Sarah replied with a loud laugh. “Sam is always fussing around when he visits.”

“But he grew up here, so I’m sure he feels he has the right to do it. I’m a guest in your home, and my mam always said to defer to the lady of the house. Your home, your rules.”

“Where’s your bird?” AJ asked as he finished setting out the cutlery. “Uncle Sam said it might come into the house if we ask you to bring it in.”

“Stardust is not an indoor kind of bird, so she'll stay in the trees just outside the front door tonight. And I’ll walk around the property a bit to make sure everything is warded. In other words, I’ll say a few spells to keep the unwanted out of your area. People you know won’t be affected. I promise.”

“Can we watch? Mom! Please?” Cass pleaded as you giggled and shook your head a bit.

“There won’t be much to see. No big swirling portals like Doctor Strange uses. My magic tends to be a bit different. I also have to take into account the local magic users in your area. Do no harm. And do not call a ton of attention to what you are doing. My mam taught me that, too.”

“Are any of your family still alive? Sam didn’t think so, but he wasn’t exactly sure,” Sarah said as she got the last of the serving dishes to the table and you all sat down.

“My parents and siblings have all passed. I have a few cousins back in Ireland, but we aren’t as close as we used to be. I have sisters-in-law from both my marriages that are, by the grace of the Lord and Lady, still with us. Most of my family is what is now called found family. Like The Avengers.”

“And Sam’s new partner Bucky. Sam mutters about him a lot. He said you two knew each other back in 1943?”

“Sam mutters about everyone a lot. And yes, I knew Bucky back at the time of World War II. He’s a good man. Sam could not find a better partner to have his back. He’s a very smart guy, and he can be a very good friend. You should get to meet him soon. I’m hoping he comes down here with Sam, but he has to take care of something first.”

You were not about to get into the whole Helmut Zemo nonsense right now. You were much better off digging into the dish of gumbo Sarah had just handed you. “Thank you for your gracious hospitality. I know this can’t be easy. I’m sure you worried about your brother before, but what he is going to do now, well, that brings about a whole new set of concerns. I’ll help in any way I can.”

Sarah wanted you to take her room, but you told her you were perfectly happy sleeping on the couch downstairs. To be honest, you wanted to make sure everything in the ground floor was in order when everyone else went to bed. You planned to check in with Sam and give him a full report to ease his mind.

When the morning light broke through the living room window, you heard the jingle of keys in the lock and knew Sam had finally made it home. “Hey, Sam,” you said as you waved your hand over the top of the sofa so he wouldn’t freak out when he found you there. Your hair was a mess, and the Dropkick Murphys t-shirt and leggings you were wearing had likely seen much better days, but at least you were awake enough to hold a conversation. “Did you bring Buck with you?”

“You look like hell. Sorry, but you do,” Sam said as he set down his bag and closed the door. “Were you out doing, you know, magical stuff last night?”

“I warded the property. Every corner of the house, the dock, the boat. The main road. The back road. I did it when everyone was asleep so I didn’t scare your neighbors. I wasn’t trying to attract too much attention.”

“I get it,” Sam said as he went to put on the coffee pot. “Thank you. As for Buck, he had things to do.”

“Zemo and the Wakandans? Oh, that can’t be good, can it?” you said as you got off the sofa and started to fold up the blankets. “He’ll get here. In his own time, but yeah, he will. And I’ll stay as long as you need.”

“Did you…” Sam started to ask as he pointed to his head, “you know. That thing you can do?”

“Sam, it was a simple line from Bucky to Zemo to the Wakandans. I didn’t have to read your mind. As I told you and Buck, I’d only do a mind link in battle or in an emergency. I am not saying I have never used telepathy if absolutely pressed, but I try not to with my friends unless I am told I can do so. Now, can I help with breakfast?”

“Morning,” Sarah said as she made her way into the kitchen and looked at Sam. “Don’t grill our guest.”

“It’s OK,” you said as you pulled your hair back into a ponytail before rearranging things you had bumped off the coffee table near the sofa. “My ways are not normal or usual by any means. Immortals, well, we can get a bit aloof. Cold. Lose our way if we don’t interact with anyone but our own kind.”

“There are more of you? Wait. Is it like Highlander? Tell me you aren’t going to go fight someone and…” Sam started to ask as Sarah hit him with a dish towel on his upper left arm. “Ow. Don’t you want to know if some crazy Scotsman is coming to cut off her head?”

“Sam, you sound crazier than usual,” Sarah groaned as she grabbed a coffee mug. “Kari, please excuse my brother for being annoying.”

You stood there smiling, but you also had tears in your eyes as you looked at the siblings and remembered tables in places much older than this one and those who you called kin seated around them. “Thank you for reminding me of my own family. I miss them more than you would likely imagine. And you both have the right to ask any questions you want. My life is not exactly normal. It never has been.”

“That’s what Steve and Natasha used to say,” Sam noted as he grabbed his own mug. “That you were thinking 15 steps ahead of the rest of us because that’s how you were brought up. That you were seeing things unfold in ways none of us could fully grasp.”

“Maybe we should change the subject?” Sarah asked as she handed you a mug of coffee. “At least for now. The boys will be down soon, and I don’t want them worrying about things like that.”

“Your house, your rules,” you said as you nodded to Sarah. “Sam, I will gladly fill you both in later. On anything you need to know. I promise.”

After breakfast and a fast shower, you headed outside onto the docks where Sam was working on the boat. Sarah had a group of neighbors getting ready to help her with repairs to the dock, and you hung back a bit to check out your wards to make sure they were working properly.

To be honest, you would have liked nothing better than to fly around the house and up and down the bayou, but you did not want to scare the neighbors. No one needed a visit from Damage Control or the local police.

That’s when Bucky rolled in with a huge suitcase in hand. He set it down on the back of a flatbed, and you watched as he went about helping Sam with the boat. You also noticed his interaction with Sarah. While you remembered Bucky the Flirt all too well, it had likely been ages since he had a chance to use those skills.

{{Staying away from them for a few more minutes is probably a good idea}} you thought as you noticed Sarah’s and Bucky’s smiles as they interacted with each other. You could also see Sam was getting the “annoyed brother” look as he watched the two of them. {{Nope. Let this play out. You know you’ll need to walk away from this eventually. Better that Bucky get a good support system in place}}

As you turned to look back out onto the bayou, you swore you could have felt the touch of a hand on your shoulder as you thought about Ewan, the brother who had made New Orleans his home oh so long ago. {{How I wish you were here, little brother}} you thought as memories started to play of long nights of partying in the French Quarter with many of his vampire brethren. The people that had written the TV show “The Originals” were not that far off about life for the preternatural community in the Crescent City.

“Hey!” you heard Sam shout as he walked over with a beer. “Cyborg is monopolizing my sister. Maybe you better get over there to make sure he behaves.”

“So you all behave is more like it. Thank you,” you said as you took the beer. Paradise Park Lager. A local brew that had a very good reputation. “Sarah, want me to get these two to leave the boat alone for a bit so you can work? I’m sure there are other things they can be doing.”

You looked at the case Bucky had brought with him and knew right away where it had come from. You also knew he had probably paid a steep price for the right to get it for Sam. “And maybe we need to get that inside before the kids decide to check it out? We don’t need to hear the chorus of ‘Uncle Bucky brings the coolest things with him’ right now.”

“That’s reserved for you, right?” Bucky said as he raised his beer to you. You just glared at him for a minute before answering. “Well, Buck, we both missed out on that part. My siblings, as far as I know, never had kids. None of my sisters anyway. So I guess we both need to grab it where and when we can. My concern this time was the boys hurting themselves, not the applause a gift might bring.”

You set down your beer and just walked off the dock at that point. You were not about to get into that whole discussion about having kids of your own, nieces or nephews in your life or anything like that. No one was ready to hear that story yet. You sure as hell were not ready to talk about it now.

{{No one needs to hear that damned story}} you thought as your feet kept moving. {{Not about Galen nor Merlin nor the damned battle that took Galen's life nor the sword that pierced your heart...nor the child you thought was but was not}}

You could hear Sam lighting into Bucky about his comment, but you didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of seeing you wipe tears from your eyes by turning around. A walk down the back roads would do you good anyway, and maybe it would give those two time to work out their own problems that centered around the shield that was now sitting in Sarah’s living room.

By the time you got back, it had been decided that Bucky was going to stay the night, and since you were too, you decided to sleep out on the porch this time. It was a lovely night, and you really didn’t mind being out there in the breeze that came off the bayou and through the trees around the front of the house. It was also a way to put up a buffer of sorts after dinner. You shot down Bucky’s attempted apology with one of your “no problem, Buck” replies. You were not up to any sort of discussion about your life, even if Bucky had played a greater part in it than most people would have imagined.

By the time the sun came up the next morning, you heard the boys already downstairs, and you looked in the window to see Bucky telling them to back off because they were playing with the shield.

“Buck, you and Sam have to figure this out,” you said as you walked back inside. “No one else can do it for you. And until you guys do, well, no one will be able to move forward.”

“That’s the plan,” Sam said as he came into the living room and picked up the shield. “Come on, Buck,” he said as he walked out into the yard and started to set up some sort of training area with blue mats strapped to trees so he could work with the shield. You stepped aside as Bucky went out after Sam, and you stood in the doorway watching as the two men actually seemed to be figuring things out.

“Aren’t you going out there?” Sarah asked as she joined you in the doorway. “I bet you could use that shield better than both of them.”

“Steve taught me a bit, yes, but not enough to teach your brother,” you replied as you smiled at Sarah. “He has to find his own path. And he will. As will Bucky.”

“Are you and Bucky…” she started to ask, but you shook your head to stop the question.

“My life is too damned screwed up to be a benefit to anyone, and I am not going to pull Bucky into my mess. He’s worked too hard to get his own life back. I will not jeopardize that for him,” you replied as you looked at Sarah. “I just want him to be happy.”

{{Even if that makes me miserable}} you thought as you smiled, your true thoughts and feelings pushed down as far as you could shove them.

“Thank you for your hospitality, Sarah, but now that Sam is here, I probably should think about heading home,” you said as you grabbed your backpack from a peg in the hallway, slinging it over your back before giving Sarah a hug. “But if those two start acting weird, call me. I’ll help you straighten them out.”

“I may be calling you every day,” Sarah said with a laugh as the two of you walked onto the porch. You both stood there watching as Bucky and Sam seemed to take a moment for themselves in regard to that flying piece of vibranium. “Hey! Take five you two!” Sarah shouted as both her brother and Bucky turned around. “Kari’s heading out.”

“You two have this covered,” you said as you pointed toward the shield. “I’m glad you figured it out. If either of you get any info on the Flag Smashers, call me. I’ll do the same.”

“Airport?” Bucky asked as you shook your head and laughed. “Of course not.”

“No, I need to take care of some business back home,” you said as you opened a portal that looked out onto the front door of your home in Kildare. “My manager is leaving my pub, so I need to interview replacements.”

“Pub? What pub?” Sam asked as you smiled and walked to the portal.

“It belonged to my youngest brother Donal, and since I’m the last sibling standing, it’s mine now. It won’t run itself, so I need to go find a capable publican. If I ever bring you all back there, you’ll get to see it. Trust me. Sarah, thanks again. Guys, I’m sure I’ll see you soon enough,” you added as you stepped through the portal and set foot once more on Irish soil.

Days went by without a word from Bucky or Sam, but word of a New York meeting regarding the GRC made you contact them, so you all decided to meet in Manhattan. Sam and Bucky were well received by both the military and the NYPD, but your arrival seemed to make some of them a bit nervous. That was all you needed as the guys pulled you aside to reveal that Sharon was also on the scene. It was Madripoor Redux, and that was fine to a point.

What was not fine was some little kid pointing out the two Captain Americas.

John Walker was there, too, and that was going to complicate things in ways you could not even begin to fathom at the moment.

And, if you were being honest with yourself and everyone else, something was hovering around you like some damned invisible force field. You felt weird, and no one needed that right now.

Sam was giving calls over the comms after you all split up, and you were stuck more or less tailing after John Walker. He had no more use for you than you did for him, and the thoughts radiating off him proved that point again and again.

((Why isn’t she just going somewhere else?)) you heard him think as you did a brief telepathic sweep of the area. You would have loved to drop a few home truths in his brain, but a bus full of kids up ahead put that to rest. Walker looked back at you, and you stood there for a moment mentally sweeping the bus. “At least one Flag Smasher, a bunch of kids from Cottonwood, Arizona and a downed teacher. Walker, can you keep anyone else from getting on that bus while I get those kids off?”

“How are you going to do that?” Walker asked as you started to form two rune shields that grew and grew until you let them fly toward the bus. The spell had been a gift from Wong, and right now you were very happy to have it in your arsenal. As the air around the transport turned a bright blue, the students and the unconscious teacher were suddenly on the street near Walker, and you were inside the bus kicking the confused Flag Smasher out a window. A second terrorist had been crouching near the driver’s seat all along, and she threw you out the doors and into the wall of a local Ray’s Pizza. The impact was a bit more than you planned for, and you passed out as your head snapped back and slammed into the brickwork.

Next: Part 10, or What in the Multiverse is going on now?

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Positively and strictly EVIL.

It was mid afternoon when I went down the escalator. My eyes hitting the screen up above of a young girl that looks like they could be Dora the explorer’s daughter. I groaned rolling my eyes “another bratty star I bet she’s another child predator.” I rolled my eyes walking through the subway.

…

I was looking for face products but now I only find myself looking at a picture of that girl “ugh oh she’s everywhere isn’t she?” I looked at the product judging it just by the girl wanting to mock her produced I bought it. “Bet this doesn’t even work and when it doesn’t I’ll end her corer.” What? I don’t have to have a revenge ark or some sad sulk story to just be a bitch.

I whistle as I sat down in front of a mirror. I had fans lots of them I exposed people for there tack products and who they really are. Some people hate me some people don’t either way I get money from these fake stars.

“Okay guys today we are gonna be using Jenny Ortega face products DIOR and you know how the show goes people so I’m gonna do whatever it says on the page like using warm water before I apply to see if she’s a fake or is she real let’s see.”

It’s the first day of course I wasn’t going to see Andy changes but I fast forward to a week and “holy shit guys this actually works. Looks like mrs Jenny Ortega isn’t a fake.” People yelled at me in the comments for criticizing her name and for my criticizing of her body the way she looks and accusing her of using plastic surgery and various other things. But do I care? No not at all not until I meet this girl I won’t change my mind and I have said this to my fans.

…

Monday: October 17:2025 time 12:45

The air was sweet with wind a cold gust of air always blowing. October might be my favorite time of the year. Pumpkins and different colors what a beautiful season. “Good morning y/n.” An younger male spoke i smiled at the boy “hello mallet.” He started on rambling about his day till he told me about the news “did you know about Jenna Ortega she’s coming to this store today! How awesome is that.” This took my interest “oh…? Oh really.”

…

I walked through the store my curiosity peeking when I hear people mumbling to each other taking out their phones. And yelling “what’s up?” I asked out loud finding myself pushing pass crowds and trying to go around only bumping into someone. “Fuck!” I groaned out now cursing as all of my hard work spilled over the floor “what the hell!” I finally open my eyes meeting pitch black ones.

“I’m so sorry mrs here let me help you.” I sat there love struck as she picked up my items up a clear face not even a pick of bumps freckles sprinkled over her face making her such a sight to see and her lips oh her lips so pink so plump so…and handed them to me.the items I mean “Th-thank you…I….I’m.” The girl hushed me “I know who you are..” my eyes widened as my face filled with a pink hazy blush “oh…I” I fiddled with my thing’s trying to find a word to say that would fit but nothing came to mind. We both stood I noticed the slight hight difference. I looked down into her eyes “Jenna right?” I asked licking my lips.

She nods “y/n right.” I nodded too. “You seem kind, why put on an act?” She asked I was struck a lost for wards. “I well…I just speak the truth.”

“But also tell lies don’t you y/n?” I bit my lip. Her hands grazing my arms. “So…tell me do you want to get to know me?” Her eyes flickered to mine “y/n?”

“Yes…”

…

It’s been months since I got to know her she’s sweet loving kind how could I ever criticize such a lovely person “y/n I have coffee!” A voice calls with an exited twinkle. She comes into my room and opens the bouncy door handing the coffee to me. “Thank you Jenna.” I smiled at the smaller girl taking a sip “oh, it’s my favorite! I didn’t know they still sailed this.” I smiled and looked to Jenna “how?”

Jenna places her hand to her lip “shh now that’s a secret.” She giggles a bit. Taking a sip of her own. “I’m guessing that has ginger?” She nods taking another sip before looking to me.

“You know a lot of people say Y/F/D and my ginger coffee will make a great match. Wanna try?” I nodded quickly taking another sip.

“Okay come here honey…” she mumbles a bit.

She moves in closer…closer till our lips meet a stinking taste of vanilla, ginger and like a chocolate chip cookie we matched together such a sweet taste we both moan into to each other. Her leg rising to my hip as we held each other in a desperate attempt to get closer.

We where hungry like wolves.

Pulling away. Breathless…boneless.

“Your a horrible kisser you know?” I joked.

“You know your positivity and strictly evil.” She giggles leaning her head back letting herself breathe in the sun.

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“post the last few lines of your WIP" meme, courtesy of @stealthnoodle. Anyone who wants to do this absolutely should! :)

So I can’t post the last few lines because this doc I’m working on today is a giant mess of completed scenes, unconnected paragraphs, and random sentences that I typed in the vain hope that I can fit them in somewhere later, but here are two as yet unconnected bits of a scene from a Mass Effect Femshep/Jack story I’ve been working on for the past 84 years.

For context, it takes place on the Citadel in a sliver of time just before Priority: Earth. Shepard, Jack, and Zaeed have joined a tournament at the Armax arena while the Normandy is being refitted. The hard part has been trying to keep a humorous tone while all sentient life in the galaxy is being methodically wiped out by the Reapers ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

She’d never liked hospitals. Who did? Lots of judgmental doctors and nurses telling you where to go and what to do and who not to throw a shockwave at. Like sorry, but that fucking Cerberus trooper they had under guard fucking deserved it. Recognized that asshole from Grissom…

Anyway, this time she kept her hands firmly clasped behind her back and patiently ignored everyone who looked at her sideways until she found the door she was searching for.

And there was Zaeed, lying on a bed with his injured foot propped up on a pillow. Every free inch of his room, the wall, the tables, the chairs, was covered in bright flowers. The sight brought a big smile to her lips. It had to be Shepard’s doing.

He lay there, looking out the window and seemingly oblivious to the utter absurdity of his surroundings.

Unable to find a place to sit, Jack settled for the edge of the bed.

“Hey, careful,” he grumbled. He slid his foot, protected inside an enormous cast, as far away from Jack as possible.

She would’ve apologized, but eh...

Instead, Jack nodded in lieu of a greeting as she looked out on the Presidium. Hospitals still sucked, but she had to admit that Huerta Memorial had a pretty sweet view. The window made up one entire side of the room, and the gentle curving arc of the Presidium stretched out before her.

A minute passed. Things got quiet. She’d spoken to Zaeed alone a few times back in the good old suicide mission days. He’d wisely kept his mouth shut that first time she’d come on board – said nothing about her tattoos or what she chose to wear, and never once asked about any of the more prickly bits of her past life (i.e. any of it).

All taken together, it had elevated him to a spot on her ‘only kill if he gets in my way’ list.

When it was just the two of them, they tended to talk about… well, take a guess. It wasn’t horticulture. She frowned, scratching the back of her hand. Today was clearly proving to be a very strange day. “When’s the operation?”

Zaeed grumbled. “Tomorrow morning. Told them it’d better be over by nightfall. Don’t want to miss the match.”

“Really excited to see us lose, huh?”

“You’d better not. I’ve got fifty thousand credits on that match. Who’s replacing me anyway?”

“Some asari chick. Supposed to be famous on Thessia or something, I don’t know.”

“Huh. She any good?”

Jack shrugged. “If she isn’t, Shepard and I will just have to carry the weight ourselves. Nothing we haven’t done before.”

Zaeed grunted. “You’re real goddamn hilarious, you know that?”

(snip)

“Can I ask you something?”

His eyes – well, the good one at least – went wide as if that innocuous question alone had blown his mind.

Still, Jack pressed on. There wasn’t, after all, anyone else she could think to put the question to. “If you asked Shepard out, where would you take her?”

Surprisingly, the answer came without a second’s hesitation. “Easy. ‘This One’s House of Plentiful Amusements. It’s that new Hanar comedy club down on Zakeera Ward.’”

“A comedy club? Really?”

“Yeah, I figure once I asked her out, she wouldn’t stop laughing for a good three or four hours. Might as well take her someplace appropriate, right?”

She let out a long breath. What was this, Give Sarcastic Advice to Jack Day? Gritting her teeth, she asked, “And what if it was me?”

“Uh…” he visibly swallowed, “No offense, but you’re not my type.”

Fuck you, Zaeed. “No, where would I take her out?”

“Oh.” His brow furrowed. “Don’t know? Someplace with a lot of goddamned explosions, I guess. Or, judging from a year of experience, just follow her around for a day and the explosions will come to you.”

Jack hummed in thought. True enough, she thought.

“You know,” he continued, “these painkillers must be really damned powerful, because I could swear that you’re asking me for relationship advice.”

Ugh. “Forget I said anything.”

Zaeed ignored her. “Everyone’s gone fucking respectable. Kasumi’s working on the Crucible, Garrus is a military advisor, and look at you, I bet you haven’t crashed a space-station into a moon in at least a month.”

Jack rolled her eyes. “No, but I’ve thought about it,” she said with a laugh. As far as the Citadel was concerned it might be an improvement. The trick would be finding a large enough moon.

“And me, I’m sittin’ here with my thumb up my ass.”

“It’s probably too late to be having a mid-life crisis, Zaeed.”

“It’s this goddamned bed,” he said, grunting as he tried to sit up. “Gives a man too much time to think. Damned nurse took away my omni-tool. He said ‘Towers of Hanoi‘ was going to give me an aneurysm.”

“Hmm. I’ll give Kasumi a call, maybe she can hook you up with something.”

He nodded, relieved. “Look,” he said, that good eye fixed on her. “I think you should do whatever keeps the team together. When Shepard puts something together, nothing in galaxy can stop it. Only way I see us winning this fucking war.” He stretched, adding in a yawn for good measure. “Besides, I’m hoping if Shepard lets me stick around long enough she’ll hook me up with a pension plan.”

Yeah, thanks, Zaeed. The sad thing was she could picture Shepard fighting the Alliance to set something like that up. A second suicide mission to rival the first.

“Haven’t had this much fun in years. Blowing shit up and feeling like a hero afterwards? Not used to that. Feels good, you know what I mean?”

Jack sighed. Yeah. It wasn’t the worst feeling in the world.

She could only think of one thing that would make it better.

#myr's fanfiction #mass effect #femshack #femshep x jack #wow this was long #but eh #the story is like 37000 words so far

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Upon moving to Kentucky, Tabby was quick to learn to keep certain opinions to herself. No one wanted to hear what a girl from New York, or Nevada, had to say about the Bluegrass State, unless it was complimentary. They certainly didn’t wish to hear her commentary about the naming of certain towns or landmarks. Big Beaver Lick remained a personal favorite, followed by Hippo, Pig (really, all the animal names) and Crummies. Whoopie Hill also often made the top ten, though Tabby was selective about how many innuendo-laden names she focused on. In truth, she enjoyed the certain irreverence that came with calling one’s own town whatever the hell the residents felt like.

“Let me get this straight.” Tabby pushed the set of reindeer antlers further back along her head, getting them out of the way as she leaned upon the bar. “It’s a week until Christmas, and you think a fugitive is hiding out somewhere called Mistletoe?”

“His cousin has a piece of land out there.” Raylan nursed his whiskey, passing on a refill in respect to the long drive ahead of him come the morning. “And I suspect he picked the location for its particularly inconvenient remoteness over any festive cheer. Before you ask…” Because Tabby did tend to. “… it got the name because the stuff grows all over the place.”

Tabby’s nose wrinkled. “I’ll pass on asking for a souvenir then. There’s always someone who takes the whole smooching-under-a-sprig thing too far after drinking all the eggnog.” The bells on her felt antlers jingled as Tabby straightened, and before attending to the rest of her customers, she pressed two fingers to her lips, and then transferred the invisible kiss to the brim of Raylan’s familiar hat. “But you get one for luck, and have a Merry Kiss-Mas out-at the Mistletoe.”

Raylan huffed out a soft laugh at Tabby's antics. "I may need the luck or the asshole might for making me go all the way out there to cuff him," he drawled softly as he reached out to flick one of the bells on the antlers in reciprocation. "I realize that I did indirectly ask for this by volunteering to work the holiday and we are short staffed but as the office's resident grinch, I reserve the right to bitch about it to anyone who asks." That said, he touched the brim of his hat in acknowledgement to Tabby. If only she'd known the answer before she asked him what plans he had.

While she attended to other customers, he regarded the bottom of his glass and the distance he had to drive. Reason told him another would be a terrible idea but the temptation was there. As she returned, he set the glass down and pushed it a little farther away, a subtle indication for her to take it away.

"Though mistletoe hasn't always been too much egg nog. I know more'n a few places around here that still hold to old traditions when it comes to that. Story goes if you find yourself under the mistletoe with another and you both feel a particular way, a kiss will ward off the worst luck you might encounter throughout the year. No kiss and you'll be looking at some misery." There were still a few customs of the hills that Raylan held to but as a man who'd had his heart broken a time too many, he chose to roll his eyes at one that never held much luck for him.

He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and sifted through to find the right bills. "To the relief of many, I think that one is very much an old wives' tale and not one to take with any particular seriousness." Raylan set the bills down on the bartop, a heft tip included in their number. "Now remember, if someone comes at you for a kiss under the mistletoe and it ain't welcomed? The thumb goes outside when you land a nice uppercut on their chin, not inside. That's a good way to break something other than their nose."

#v;; once upon a bar #tabbyrp

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whatdoesshedotothem · 2 years

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Monday 9 June 1834

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two kisses the last a good one last night very fine morning F68° in our bedroom at 8 ¼ am - had Hutton to measure Miss W- for an habit - breakfast at 10 - Had Ward gone back to live with Lady Stuart - she poorly or would have written - hoped to see me at 2 - Lady Stuart de R- would be delighted to see me - Ward would take my note -wrote a ¼ sheet full enough to admit folding to ask when I should call, and sent it by Ward to ‘The Lady Stuart de Rothesay 4 Carlton Terrace’ - then wrote 3 pages of ½ sheet to Lord Hillsborough saying I was from home and only got his letter on setting off to come here - much obliged to him about the Courier Degarlieb - my aunt still living and likely to continue many months could be far or long absent from home during the remainder of her life that had no hope of going north this year, but my northern tour only delayed, not given up and I should be very glad to find Degarlieb at liberty when I was ready for him - if he, Lord H-, had 5 minutes to spare should be exceedingly glad to see him - going to Paris, but should not be off till Wednesday morning - Coates and Billing sent me a dirty postboy and shabby pair of horses and harness to my own carriage - out at 2 - In passing left my note with Degarlieb’s letter in German under cover to ‘the Earl of Hillsborough, 40 Berkeley square’ and then drove to Whitehall - there at 2 ¼ - Lady S- not returned from her bath - found the dean of Windsor alone in the drawing room - soon got acquainted - talked of

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Copenhagen, and the de Hagemanns, etc and got on very well - thought him very pleasant and agreeable - then came in Lady Albina Cumberland and she and I too made each other’s acquaintance very comfortably - at last after 3 came poor dear Lady Stuart looking ill, suffering from Lumbago as well as erysipelas and much more infirm than when I saw her last - sat with her till 4 ½ and then returned home - Miss W- had been at Dumergue’s (42 Albemarle street) and had her tooth taken out and seemed very well after it – we went out at 5 ¼ - shopping – back at 8. Had Hutton to try an habit – dressed- dinner at 8 55 – very kind note from Lady Stuart de Rothesay begging me to go to her at 1 - the people said it did not come till just after I went out - another note this evening (also a very kind one) to say there must surely have been some mistake about her note this morning - sat down and wrote answer to go in the morning to say I would be with her soon after 12 – wrote 1 page of ½ sheet to Lady Harriet - tea at 11 – very fine day F66° at 12 ½ tonight - Miss W- wrote 2 ¾ pages and I wrote the rest and ends of letter to my aunt Shibden that went by tonight’s post giving an account of our journey and of my being unwell but saying I was quite better

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Life update

Well... It's been a while since I wrote personally on here. Safe to say, as per usual, alot has indeed happened.

The new year has begun, and in doing so, my biggest highlight so far (and most recent) and being hospitalized...

I have never really had any reason to go to a hospital other than when my siblings were born and that one time my pop was in there due to health reasons. Other than that, never had any reason to go to them. So, to all of a sudden be hospitalized myself, it was a little scary to say the least.

A week back I ended up catching the flu off my partner. He had it pretty bad, had to take a week off work and still was in recovery the week after with a bad cough and sweats. But I happened to get it towards the end of his first week back at work. And it was intense.

I remember waking up Wednesday morning for work and I almost couldn't get out of bed. Everything ached and I just felt really damn off. I shrugged it off as having bad sleep and went to work. As the day progresses however, I started feeling worse. Dizzy, light headed, sore and a mad migraine. Towards lunch after I had something to eat I felt a lot better. But it wasn't until I went home and laid in bed I crashed. It was so sudden and abrupt. But I could no longer get out of bed without the world spinning. I had no choice but to call in sick to work the next day and again on Friday. Everything ached. I couldn't get comfortable. I was sweating despite shivering. It's currently summer and we have the aircon running 24/7 but I was so cold I turned it off. My partner came home late and he freaked out as it was just so damn hot that I could of died from heatstroke. But I felt so damn cold. The weekend sucked and it wasn't until Tuesday I started feeling a little better but still very ill.

It's such a hard thing to describe how I felt once the flu did pass. Obviously with the flu you have your headaches, aching bones, nausea ect. But how I felt Tuesday. It was none of those symptoms but I felt so Ill. So Ill in fact that I would go for a hot bath and almost couldn't get out on my own. I still couldn't eat and had no appetite whatsoever.I would be coughing constantly and would find majority off the time I couldn't breath. I couldn't take a full breath without coughing my lungs up. So I was constantly trying to breath on shallow fast breaths. I ended up losing my voice a couple of days prior when I had the flu and just tossed it down to coughing too much and straining my vocal cords.

It wasn't until Wednesday around lunch time when my partner was at work and I was attempting to have a conversation with my friend that she rocked up at my house and rushed me to ED. As soon as I got there I was admitted immediately due to having low saturation levels with my oxygen and was put onto oxygen straight away.

After getting an x-ray and having the doctors listen to my chest I ended up having bronchitis. My immune system was so weak from the virus that I ended up getting a bacterial infection in my lungs and it was why I couldn't breath. Because I couldn't breath I wasn't getting enough oxygen in my blood which led me to feel like death itself even after the flu went away.

They kept me over night in ED (which is the noisiest place ever) on the hope they could discharge me the next day. I stayed in oxygen all night and only ended up sleeping for two hours. Which didn't help my case for recovering.

Throughout the night they took my stats and they were not looking good. High heart rate, low saturation levels, high temperature. I ended up staying in ED all day and it was around 9pm that night they sent me up to medical ward and I was officially admitted into the hospital.

What was weird is that once I was up there they didn't give me any oxygen. Which was the whole reason I couldn't go home yet (as I depended on it too much). So it was very weird. By that point I was exhausted and finally being in a dark quiet room I feel asleep instantly. Around 5am I was awoken by a nurse to take my stats and they did not look pretty.

My temperature was high and my heart rate was still sitting close to 100 despite being in rest. But my saturation level was worst of all sitting at 89. Now, with your saturation levels, being a young healthy woman like myself, it should be sitting above 98. I was sitting at 89... Which is not good at all apparently. The nurse immediately put me on oxygen and upped the percentage of oxygen I get pretty high. I was sitting at a 4. Which was already higher than what I was sitting on when I was in ED. I was then pumped full of antibodies through an IV and had to take tablets throughout the day. I still didn't have much if an appatite, so just chose not to eat. Instead I drank lots of water to make up for it.

Nurse would come to take my stats about every 4 hours and they just were not getting better.

When the doctors came they made me go for a walk with the stat machine and my levels dropped so quick. They made me walk back to bed and go straight back on the oxygen.

In between all this my partner would visit me as much as he could. It sucked as I was in a room with 4 other woman with meerly a curtain seperating me. There was no chair in my little space so my partner would have to squeeze in the bed with me. I had no window and was restricted to just enough space for my bed. The three woman in my room were all basicly bed bound and had at least 50 years on me minimum. So I kept to myself. These woman were also very cranky individuals and would often yell at the nurses and not allow them to do their jobs. So I felt very uncomfortable majority of the time.

What made matters worse was the bathrooms. There was only one bathroom that was shared with everyone. It had 3 toilet stalls and 2 showers. From the hallway you had a clear view of the bathroom itself. The toilet stall doors were very high off the ground and had massive gaps on either sides of the door. So people could easily see you if they looked. The showers had curtains that were very short. So you definitely couldn't put your stuff on the floor and bend down to grab it without showing full cheeks.

It felt very uncomfortable and inhumain when I had diarrhoea from the antibiotics and had an old woman taking a shower with the curtain open and an old man in the toilet stall in the middle.

I had no privacy and felt like I was in a mental asylum. To be derived of basic rights. And being the youngest woman on the ward did not make me feel any better. I didn't do much as feel 'unsafe' but more 'uncomfortable' and 'gross'.

There was one bathroom that was private. It had a shower and toilet in it and the door couldn't easily be unlocked from the outside. But the room was more for bed bound patients that had to be transfered to a "bath bed" so that they could be washed. I didn't want to be that person with diarrhoea taking up the main bathroom the nurses use for patients just so I could have a little privacy.

Anyway, to steer the story back on track, it wasn't until Sunday that my stats looked a little better. They slowly weened me off the oxygen to the point I didn't need it anymore. And they noticed that if I took deep breaths through my nose when they did my stats, my saturations levels and heart rate wasn't so bad. Still not great. But not terrible. My temperature ended up going back to normal not long after I was dumped in surgical ward. And upon doing my walk with the doctors on Sunday, my stats weren't plumiting like they were. They were definitely still sitting low, but upon going back to my bed and breathing deep, I was able to bring it back up to a satisfying level without the need of oxygen up my nose. My heart rate was still shooting for the stars going to 180 just from walking. But I could also bring it back down upon focusing on my breathing. They ended up testing my heart to make sure it was healthy. Then I did an MRI.

Can I just say, coming from a person who has never had one before. THEY SUCK. I'm not a claustrophobic person. But needing to lay very still on that bed and having them osub you into this spinning skinny contraption. It's scary. I ended up having to close my eyes and focus on my breathing. On top of that they inject you with something that makes you feel like your peeing your pants. And you get this aweful taste at the back of your throat. All while being in this massive, cramped, loud contraption. It was just aweful.

I was so glad when it was over.

I had to wait a couple of hours but finally one of the doctors came in and told me to go home. They were worried that there would be blood clots in my lungs upon seeing the MRI but I just had an excess amount of fluid buildup. Which can be removed through antibiotics. They said I was healthy enough to go home but had to take it easy for the next 7 days to allow my lungs to recover. I wouldn't be fit for work and would have to see my gp before returning to work.

It being Wednesday, I am already feeling 10x better. I still can't do all my normal things like cleaning and cooking without being out of breath. But the doctors did they it could take up to 6 weeks to recover fully from the bronchitis. I don't feel out of breath from getting up and walking to the toilet or to get a drink. But do find if I try and clean I will start to feel weird and have to sit down to focus on my breathing.

It's been tough. And I never again want to stay in a hospital ever again. But I go through it. And I really got to see my partners and best friend's true colours. My partner did everything while I was in hospital. Cleaning the house, feeding the dogs, washing clothes, bringing me food and fresh clothes. He went above and beyond for me. And this was inbetween his studies for Tafe (which have been intense to say the least). Even after coming home he is still doing everything and doesn't expect me to do a thing. Despite having a whole week off and him lucky to have an hour for himself, he still going above and beyond for me. He even found time to buy me chocolates for Valentine's Day today despite us having nothing planned. He's just so sweet and has proved just how right he is for me.

My friend on the other hand forced me to go to the hospital as she just knew something wasnt right. And she was right. She stuck by my side once I was admitted until my partner could come. Then would constantly text me to see how I'm doing. Upon being discharged she helped drive me around town to get my medication and even bought me sushi before dropping me home.

To have these two people in my life go above and beyond for me when I need it most. To help me no questions ask. No debts to be repaid. To be there for me more than my family ever has or ever could... I am just so damn greatful for them. For them to drop everything when there is trouble. To look after me. To just be there. I never thought I could ever have anything like this. Especially when I couldn't have it with my own family. But to have it with my partner. To have it with my best friend. To finally have people that would literally take a bullet for me. It's literally all anyone needs in life. You can get through anything knowing you have someone that has your back. Through thick and thin. To be graced with not just an amazing loving partner but a dedicated friend. I could go through hell and back as long as I have them by my side. Shannon, Sophie. You pair are my rocks. You tie my soul to this plane and push me to reach my potential. To push me to WANT to reach my full potential. To be able to have someone to fall back on when all else fails. Nothing in the world can beat it. On-top of it all, they are just both genuinely awesome people. My partner is one of the most dedicated and motivated people I know. Anything he wants he will get. He will push himself to have it. To achieve it. It's never a matter of 'how' but meerly an issue of 'when'. When will he achieve it? He is so loving and thoughtful. So clearminded and focused. He's very level headed and intelligent. He's got all the street smarts. And just by introducing himself to a person he can already tell what type of person they are. What type of people they hang out with. Their personalities and morals. It's honestly a super power.

My best friend, she is the strongest yet kindest person I know. She's one to always say sorry but doesn't let people fuck her around. She too is very clear minded knowing what she wants. And for her it's the same as my partner. It's not an issue of 'how' but a matter of 'when'. She is patient and thoughtful. And will drop everything for the people she cares about. She is selfless and caring. And above all else can be a hot head at times but can be really quiet. She can be at both ends of a spectrum at the same time and never ceases to amaze me with her talents and ideas.

I tend to be an introvert and can tire of people very easily. Often being disgusted by them if I'm around them for too long. But these two individuals. I never can get enough of them. I honestly cannot picture my life without them nor do I ever want to.

Long story short, this year has been quite a ride already. And it's only February. But once again my friend and partner has proven themselves to be worth more than a thousand galaxies. I've had a shit run so far but these two have really made it so much more easier.

Shannon. I want to marry you one day. I want to start a family with you and grow old with you.

Sophie. I want to never move too far away from you. I want our kids to be best friends and I want to be those two crazy grannies on a front porch screaming at the youngins.

#best friends #partner #partner in crime #sickness #flu #hospital

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vapour-ofthe-moon · 2 years

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you guys mind if we rant a bit about the psychs we met? no? k thanks - e

bullet point rant under cut

we put ourselves in a mental ward because the host had such a bad breakdown, venom, our physical protector, had to fight for control of the body so they wouldnt hurt it.

the first on call psych we managed to meet up with was monotonous, uninterested, clearly didnt want to be helping the kid cowering in the corner of the room across from him.

when we woke up in a room the next morning they gave us anti-depressants, told us a psych would be there soon and we waited several hours for her to show up. they didnt even give us anyrhing to do and the rooms didnt have windows plus they were gross.

when she finally showed up she mocked us for our attempts to od when we were younger as well as our thoughts and near attempts as sui when we were a kid

she would not take anything seriously instead focused on making us laugh when she was there, we laughed out of frustration

she at least aknowledged how different our emotions were expressed each time she came in and saw us

she implied the system was just delusional voises in our head

the meds she gave us only made us sick, we no longer take them

they wouldnt let us have our stuffies we brought for comfort let alone let us on our phones for a short time. they let us have our books, some cross word puzzles, a phone call home and only let us out of our rooms to walk up and down the short hall our rooms were locked into

no one took it seriously that we passed the fuck out and got sick because of a lack of fucking sunlight for three fucking days, even though there was a room we could have sat in with a huge window really close by if they didnt want us outside.

when we finally got discharged and spoke to a psych our therapist had recomended he too didnt take our problems with the meds or our system seriously

the only thing we managed to get out of that entire ward expirience was "she has ptsd, bpd and theres domestic abuse going on at home" but screw giving her actual healthy help huh? screw listening to the 19 y/o crying about how nothing changes

the only person who remotely listened to us was our therapist but all she could offer was grounding tricks for our panic attacks and dissociation.

people spend money trying to get help, spend time talking to people who dont know shit about them or their expirience only to be treated like shit.

when we passed out the nurses carried us back to our room so badly it gave us huge pain in our legs all the way till the next day.

i swear something has to be done, everyone needs to be retrained how to handle things, given a sliver of our expirience so they know what its like

SOMETHING

because its just not helping.

im majorly happy for those who get successful help but for so many of us its a nightmare and no one talks about it or just shoves us under a rug.

im tired of this.

its so hard to have people actually listen regardless of whether we research it ourselves before hand or not WHICH WE DID HEAVILY. so hell yeah im all for self diagnosing for several reasons.

"maybe they dont get paid enough" doesnt excuse how they treat us like shit, their pay isnt the patients fault.

"maybe you just didnt go to the right hospital or speak to the right people" you think i have the ability to find the right people or keep checking in at mutliple hospitals in canada till i do? i shouldnt have to switch hospitals and doctors just to find the right person, this isnt speed dating, they should do their job right the first fucking time. its why they happen to be there TO HELP PEOPLE. whether theyre in it for the money or not their job is to fucking help us but they arent doing that.

im so fed up with this shit

#tw caps #tw swearing #tw mental hospital #tw domestic abuse #tw abuse #tw meds mention #tw mental instability #idk what else to tag this as

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moonchly4202020 · 2 years

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Triggers Of The Day

Hey There Starlings, I am truly sorry for not posting. It has been helva night/day. So, you remember me mentioning that my aunt passed away. Well... tonight's quote and lesson is SCREAMINGGG at me... Not sure if it will do the same for you

Tonight's Quote: You are NOT your illness. You have an individual story to tell. You have a name, you have a history, personality. Staying you is part of the battle. *Julian Seifier*

Tonight's Lesson

Today was an emotional day for myself, as well as my mom. This morning as I was getting ready to go out to bible study this morning with my mom and her best friend, my mom thought it was a good idea to call and see if her sister and her niece were going to be at my uncle's house as the three of us have ... disliking? shall we say for each other. Long story short i didn't say some nice things to my aunt. Which i totally get, as i was on drugs. But I have tried to make amends with no go. Anyways, my aunt got on the phone and wasn't so pleasant about me being there and had to add her two cents in. I LOST it... At that moment in time, I let my illness overpower me and this terrible person that i have been trying to fight to keep inside came out. When I calmed down, I realized that i am NOT my illness and that i am better than that i am defined as as a person. Now that I am sober and actually accepting the help for the mental disorders that i have?... I realized as a human being... with mental disabilities... i just have to work HARDER to show people that I can have these disorders and STILL not become them...

As I was researching tonight's lesson, I turned to the one thing that my counselor's in Maine's mental ward gave to me to try and change my way of thinking. I came across a worksheet that is from the CBT's many workbooks. Now, if you are new to my blog and don't know what CBT therapy and workbooks are. I TRULY RECCOMEND them. They work, if you work the program. Now, there are NO wrong or right answers so don't stress if your answers are different

Cognitive Behavior: CBT is a treatment approach that helps you recognize negative or unhelpful thoughts or behavior patterns.

Grief Sentence Completion Worksheet

Right now, I feel: Proud for staying sober throughout this morin's annoyance. but I didn't I just smoked more post.

I feel the saddest when: i remember I can never climb into my aunt's lap and have her rock me like she did when I was a baby.

The thing that I miss the most: The way my aunt and I could not see each other for years but when we did, we picked up our relationship like it was nothing.

If I could ask my aunt one thing, what would that be: WOuld you be proud of my life now, and the year's that I have put into being sober now?....

One thing that i have learned: Never give up the good fight. No matter what.

Well.. my starling's.. i don't know about you, but my chest feels a little lighter tonight.. Thank ya for joining in if ya did.. I am off to finish this bowl and see what tomorrow brings.. One thing I do know though as I lay my head on that pillow tonight... I can say, I am alive, I am sober and God is good.

Oh, before I forget.. if there is a worksheet that you would like for me to touch on, or find a workbook or sheet for, PLEASE feel free to DM me... As I said before, I am all new to this and just want to help myself and other's as much as possible.. You know the drill...

My dm's are always open, so please if you need to talk, vent, or to yell, advice, anything.. PLEASE, PLEASE, don't hesitate to dm me...

On that note starlings... goodnight, sweet dreams

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mackenzielovee · 2 years

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ambivalence part twelve: love is easy - rafe cameron

a/n: hi my sweets! sorry this took so long. i'm so happy to be writing again consistently. hope you love this, please let me know what you think xoxo

Summary: Rafe being away proves harder than he initially planned.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 4.2k+

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By the time Thursday rolls around, you feel like a zombie of some sort. Getting ready for a dinner you knew Rafe wouldn't be present for made you sad, to the point where you didn't bother getting dressed up in the slightest. It reminded of you of when you first broke up with John B and gave up on trying to look decent. Although, this time, you felt comfort in knowing that Rafe is only a phone call away.

"I'm sure he wishes he was here, too," Scott whispers to you at the table when he catches you staring at the empty chair beside you.

"He's probably golfing," you joke, trying your best to give Scott a convincing smile.

"Oh, God, help those people," he teases. Scott knows Rafe could beat him at a golf game blindfolded, but refuses to admit it.

You smile, then turn back to where your mother is attempting to pass you the casserole dish. You frown, just for a moment, realizing Rafe isn't here to pass to you. You brush off the expression and accept the dish from her, portioning out your food and then handing the dish to Scott. You reach for your phone, which is tucked under your left leg, and check it. No missed messages from Rafe. You sigh lightly, frustrated that you haven't heard from him since this morning. It had been a short 'Goodmorning, busy day, miss you,' text. You try to remind yourself that just because he isn't texting all day doesn't mean he isn't thinking of you, then you type out a new message to him.

I miss you.

"Have you heard from Rafe, Y/N?" Rose asks, attempting to be friendly. Your eyes flutter up to her, tucking your phone away quickly.

"Yes, a bit," you reply with a small smile.

"I bet he's missing you," she grins.

You just nod and smile, then pick up your fork and pick at your food. You can't help noting how your back feels cold without Rafe's arm tucked around your chair, or hand wrapped around your thigh under the table.

"When do you think you'll plan a visit, Y/N?" Ward asks, the same sympathetic voice you'd heard on the tarmac ringing through your ears once again.

"Um, I'm not sure," you say, noting how your voice sounds hoarse.

"Visit? In the Bahamas?" your father speaks up, "Y/N, you're in high school. You're not traveling out of the country to visit a boy, no offense, Ward-"

"No, I understand," Ward nods, gesturing toward Sarah, "It was just something Y/N and I had discussed-"

"Dad, come on-"

"I said no. That's final. Scott, pass the green beans," he mutters.

"Can't we at least discuss a visit? Just a weekend?" you protest, feeling your heart start to race in your chest.

"Not at the table," he counters, leveling you with a glare.

You sigh audibly and collapse back in your chair, glancing at your mom for a look of reassurance and instead finding nothing. You know instantly that she agrees with him. Unbelievable, you think.

You don't say another word at dinner. When the adults rise from the table for their usual wine and chit chat in the living room, you collect a few plates and make your way into the kitchen to start the dishes. As you rinse them off, you think about the night Rafe came in to help you. The night that started all of this, you realize. You're too caught up with the memories and the scrubbing to notice her until she speaks.

"Here's the rest," Sarah speaks slowly, sheepishly setting down a stack of the remaining plates on the counter beside you.

Your eyes flutter up to meet hers, but you don't speak. She stands there awkwardly, hands folding and unfolding on the counter top as she stares at you.

"If you're waiting on a thank you, I wouldn't hold your breath," you remark.

"I'm not."

You nod your head, trying not to roll your eyes. You continue to scrub, trying your best to ignore the fact that she's practically staring holes in the side of your head. After a minute or two, you finally look over at her again.

"Want me to dry?" she asks before you can speak, her voice quiet.

You're taken aback by the offer, noticing only then how she's not wearing any makeup and how tired she looks. Although, you figure you probably look the same. You swallow and silently hand her the plate you'd finished washing, watching as she tries to smile when she accepts it.

"So, how's Rafe doing, being away and all?"

She steps away and tucks the clean, dry plate into the cabinet the same way Rafe had done every time he helped you with the dishes. Envisioning his tall figure opening up your cabinet makes you smile.

"He's your brother," you say. keeping your gaze in the sink.

"We don't talk much," she admits.

"Wonder why."

Sarah sighs and throws her dish towel down on the counter, letting the silence linger for a moment before she speaks again.

"John B broke up with me."

You snap your head up to her, immediately knowing she's telling the truth when you catch her expression. She presses her lips into a line and moves her glance down to the plate in your hand, gesturing for you to hand it to her.

"He broke up with you?" you repeat, eyes wide.

She nods, "Apparently, my behavior at the wedding was less than mature."

You snort, picking up another plate, "That's the understatement of the century."

"You needed to know the truth."

"And that was the best way you thought I should find out?" you raise your voice without meaning to, glancing to the doorway as if to ensure nobody was coming in.

"Y/N-"

"Why are you even in here? I mean, I hope you weren't counting on me to be your shoulder to cry on, just because I've been through a Routledge break-up."

"I wasn't counting on that," she informs you, "I just thought you should know. And, I don't know, I thought, maybe, we could start over-"

"I don't think that's possible at this point."

Sarah goes silent. You raise your plate up in the air, not bothering to make eye contact as she accepts it. You dry one hand off and pull your phone from your back pocket, finding no messages from Rafe. You try not to be hurt by that, although you'd do anything to hear his voice right now.

"I just thought, you know, Rafe loves you, and my parents talk about you all the time-"

"So, what?" you groan, "You think you can come in here and dry off a few plates and we'll be even?"

"I just thought-"

"Well, don't," you snap at her, grabbing the rest of the dishes and setting them in the sink before you shut off the water and storm out of the kitchen, leaving Sarah alone.

Between your dad saying no to a trip to visit Rafe, not hearing from Rafe all day, and now Sarah bringing up the past, you just feel too overwhelmed to do anything. Your parents don't say a word when you hurry through the living room and up the stairs, slamming your bedroom door for full effect.

You collapse on your bed, phone ringing in your pocket. Quickly, you pull it out, not sparing a split second when you see Rafe's goofy contact picture smiling at you.

"Hey," you greet, plastering a smile on your face even though he can't see you.

"Hi, sweetheart," he replies, voice loud because of the background noise.

"Where are you?" you wince when someone on Rafe's end cheers loudly in the background.

"Oh, I'm just - hey, man, you promised you'd wait - no! Five minutes! Tequila!"

"Tequila?" you repeat, "Who are you with?"

"Baby, I'm crushing it down here," he says, his voice louder in the phone as he holds it closer to his mouth, trying to prevent the guys he's with to hear, "Yes, tequila, but it's business."

"I'm glad you're doing well," you say, voice weak.

"Yeah, well, I just wanted to check in. But, I actually have to - I'll be right there!"

"You should go," you frown.

"Anything pressing I should know about?" he asks, although his voice is chirpy, so you know he can't tell you're upset.

"No," you lie, keeping your voice light, "Nothing."

For half a second, you think Rafe knows better. You think he might stop, step outside, and ask what's going on.

"Okay. Call you tomorrow," he says quickly.

You take a deep breath, withholding your sigh, "Okay."

The sound in the phone muffles, and you hear a faint, 'Jesus, Cameron!', on the other end. You can hear Rafe's voice after, but can't make out what he says.

"All right, sweetheart," he comes back after a minute, "Love you."

"Love you, too," your voice is strained, but he doesn't seem to notice.

"Okay, bye."

You groan and throw your phone down on the bed, wishing more than anything you could just call him back and tell him everything. But, you know he's working, even if he is drinking, and the last thing you want to do is get in his way when he seems to be doing so well down there.

Just as you start to doze off, you hear the Camerons exit the house. Minus your favorite one, of course.

"Oh, thank God you're here. Marco has me on way too many tables and we're down a busser again. I have had it, I swear, and if I wasn't going to college a million miles away, I would quit."

Topper follows you into the locker room, noting your expression and your silence in response to his rant. You open your locker and shove your bag inside, busying yourself with tying your apron to avoid his lingering stare.

"Okay, you realize he's not dead, right? Just away for work," Topper remarks. You send up a glare, knotting the last tie on your apron.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just - I don't know. The look on your face. You look upset, so I just assumed it was Rafe."

"You assumed Rafe upset me?" you challenge, raising an accusing brow at him.

"Okay, let's dial back the attitude for a minute," he holds his hands up in defense, "And start over. What's going on with you?"

You frown, "I'm sorry. Last night was just..."

"Oh, God," Topper says after you trail off, "Fill me in. But do it quick."

"All right. My dad forbid me from going to visit Rafe, then Sarah asked if we could start over-"

"What?"

"-then, Rafe called, and I was upset, and he was at a bar, or something, and I barely got to talk to him. He's busy all the time down there. I barely hear from him, and when I do, the calls and texts are short. I don't want to be that needy girlfriend, y'know, but I miss him."

Topper's mouth is hanging halfway open by the time you finish, and you watch as he struggles to figure out which part of that to respond to first.

"Wow," Topper says after a minute, "I'm gonna get you a mai tai. Hang tight."

"No, Top," you reach out, grabbing his arm to keep him still, "I don't want a drink. I just want-"

"Rafe," he finishes, "I figure. I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm sure he's just wrapped up in the clients and the pressure from his dad. He would never intentionally brush you off."

"I know that," you argue, "I mean, jeez, Top, it's been less than a week and I already feel like I'm falling apart without him. This is crazy."

"You're starting to sound like Rafe himself. Do you remember when you and your family went to California last summer on vacation? You were gone for two weeks, and he acted like he was going to check himself into a mental institution. I really thought he was gonna book a flight out there."

"I didn't know that," you say quietly.

"All I'm saying is, you're not crazy or whatever for missing your boyfriend. And I'm sure he misses you just the same."

You nod your head, smiling slightly when he sets his hand on your arm to comfort you. He gives you a small smile in return.

"Thanks, Top."

"Tell me more about Sarah, now," he insists, watching as you smile and shake your head.

"You should've seen the look on her face when I told her I wanted nothing to do with her."

"You don't even understand how much money I would pay to have been a fly on the wall for that conversation," he grins.

"You should've taken my place," you roll your eyes.

"Mhm. Come on, we gotta get out there," he places his hand on your shoulder, spinning you around toward the door.

Later on in your shift, once everything slows down, you spy your boss in his office. You swallow and approach the door, silently repeating your request over and over in your head to try and perfect it. He moves his glance up to you when you enter, taking off his reading glasses.

"Hey, Marco," you greet him, trying to keep your voice friendly.

"What can I do for you, Y/N?"

You take a deep breath, "Um, well, so, my boyfriend - he's on an extended business trip for his job. Anyway, I was hoping to go visit him and I was hoping to get next weekend off so I can fly down there and-"

"That's a little short notice," he frowns, "What days will you need off?"

"Thursday to Sunday," you say quickly.

"The weekend is our busiest time, you know that. And Hannah already requested off that weekend, we're gonna be down a hostess, I really don't think that's going to be possible."

You feel your anxiety start to rise, feeling the same way you felt at dinner with your dad last night. You thought that if you could convince Marco to let you have the time off, you could handle your dad, too. But, now, you're feeling as if everything's spinning out of control.

"Okay, I understand. The following weekend, then? That's more notice-"

"It won't work, either. Maggie and Ben are both off, so I'm going to have to have you and Topper working doubles as it is. I'm sorry, Y/N, but requests off are first come, first serve. I wish I could help."

He doesn't look like he means what he says, as he straightens his back in his chair and puts his glasses on again. You frown, swallowing the lump in your throat as you back out of the office. You're trying to keep yourself calm as best you can, but every part of you just wants to cry. And call Rafe.

You wipe underneath your eyes as you exit the back again, spotting Topper instantly. He drops what he's doing and comes over to you, no goofiness present on his voice.

"What's wrong?" he asks, voice gentle.

"Marco just informed me that it's impossible for me to go see Rafe," you say, feeling the tears starting to well in your eyes.

"I'm so sorry," he says, pulling you into his chest. You let the tears fall, just for a moment, then pull back.

"I have to check on my tables," you tell him, pulling away and wiping your eyes as you walk off.

"Y/N," he calls after you, "It's gonna be fine."

You just nod, no part of you believing him. It certainly didn't feel like everything would be fine. You still have three weeks to go before Rafe comes home, and you're already feeling as if your world is coming down. To make matters worse, you'd barely heard from him today, either.

Your parents call for you when you walk in the house, finding you looking like a mess. Your bag is hanging off your shoulder, ready to fall to the floor, and your eyes are red from crying on your way home. Your mom frowns but doesn't discuss it, and your dad doesn't seem to notice.

"What?" you ask them, not bothering with the formalities.

"Good day?" she questions you, eyebrow raised so far up it's practically in the air.

"My boss denied my request for time off, and a customer yelled at me for not bringing him Diet Coke. Great day," you mutter, voice sarcastic.

"Why were you trying to get time off?" your dad asks.

"Um," you hesitate, looking down at the floor, "To go see Rafe."

"Y/N," he frowns, "I thought I told you that wouldn't be happening. You're not going to the Bahamas, unsupervised-"

"Thanks for reiterating, Dad, but I'm really tired of people telling me that."

"There's no need to be disrespectful," he snaps.

"I'm going upstairs."

"I'm sorry, honey," your mom says, voice quiet, "But, your dad's right. You're still in high school. But don't get us wrong, you know we love Rafe-"

"Yeah, I get it," you say, already halfway up the stairs, "Thanks so much."

The second your bedroom door closes, you dial Rafe. The line rings once, twice, three times, before you hear his voicemail message. You can't believe his voicemail is the most you've heard his voice today. You hang up before leaving a message, not wanting to tell him this over the phone.

An hour goes by before he finally calls you back. It's FaceTime, rather than just a phone call. You frown at the time, ready to go to sleep and not wanting to have this conversation with him, now. Getting yourself all worked up again sounds like hell.

"Hi," you greet, quickly glancing at yourself to ensure you don't look like a total mess.

"Hi, sweetheart," he smiles, looking tan and happy, "How are you?"

You try your best to give him a smile, letting his voice comfort you, "I'm good."

Rafe frowns quickly, giving you a pouty look, "You're lying. Is something wrong?"

"No," you say quickly, groaning when his frown only deepens, "Rafe."

"Rafe, what? I'm not the one lying. What's going on with you? I feel like we haven't talked in a bit. Tell me what's up."

"You're saying that like it's my fault we haven't spoken," you say before you can help yourself, sitting up in bed.

"Are you saying it's mine?"

"I don't know," you look away from him, not able to watch his blue eyes soften in the camera. He sits up, too, expression completely transformed from what it had been when you picked up.

"Talk to me," he insists. You're surprised when all you see on his face is concern.

"Rafe, I-"

You stop abruptly, letting the silence linger for a moment. He shifts again, squirming out of anxiety for whatever you have to tell him.

"Sweetheart, if you don't start talking soon, I'm getting on a plane," he says, and although you know he's joking, he looks serious.

"No, it's fine," you say quickly, "I just have to tell you something."

"Okay," he says slowly.

"So, last night at dinner, my dad caught wind of the fact that I'm trying to come see you and-"

"And he said no," Rafe finishes for you, frowning.

"Yeah," you nod, looking down again, "And then, today, I asked Marco for time off, and he basically told me it was impossible and I got really upset-"

"Marco made you cry?" he says urgently, shifting yet again.

"Top was there," you say, as if that's supposed to make it better.

"There to comfort you," he guesses.

"What?"

"Nothing," he mutters, "So, you aren't coming."

It's a statement, not a question. You sigh, taking a deep breath before you nod. Rafe swears under his breath, rubbing his free hand over his face. You stay quiet, not knowing what to say.

"There's no way you can convince your dad? Like, no way he's budging?"

You shake your head, "My parents are both in agreement."

"And you didn't think to request the time off with your boss before today?"

You note the annoyance in his voice, crinkling your nose up at it. He watches as your eyebrows furrow, but he doesn't acknowledge it.

"It wouldn't have made a difference, Rafe."

"You don't know that for a fact."

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, replaying your conversation with Marco in your head to be sure. All of those people who had requested off, you're sure it wouldn't have mattered.

"I'm sorry," your voice is weak.

"I just don't understand," he says after a minute, "I mean, I thought we were good to go, and it's been less than a week and I feel like I have no idea what's going on with you, and Topper's comforting you because I'm not there."

"Okay, well, I barely hear from you, so it's hard to keep you updated when you're calling me from loud bars and not returning texts for hours," you inform him, watching his lips part before you continue, "And what does Top have to do with any of this?"

"Nothing, all right?" he groans, "And, I'm sorry about last night. You just texted me saying you missed me and I wanted to call you. Maybe I shouldn't have."

"What does that mean?" you ask, accusation heavy in your voice.

"Shit, no, I just mean, maybe I should've waited until I got back to call," he covers, and you watch as he visibly swallows.

"It would've been late."

He doesn't respond to this, just frowns. The call goes silent for a minute, both of you staring around your respective rooms instead of at each other. You want to ask if he's mad at you, if he's as frustrated with this situation as you are.

"Baby," he says, finally, earning your attention, "Is there anything else?"

"I yelled at your sister," you volunteer, watching his eyes go wide.

"You did what?" he questions, scooting the phone closer to his face.

"She came into the kitchen while I was doing the dishes and told me that John B broke up with her-"

"What?"

"-and then asked if we could start over, and I was so frustrated because my dad had just said no to me, and I hadn't heard from you, and I snapped at her and walked out."

He shuts his eyes as he processes your words, "She was trying to make amends with you, and you shut her down?"

Out of all the things you thought Rafe would say, that's not one of them. You open your mouth to speak, then close it when you realize you don't know what to say. You think for a moment, then start again.

"It's Sarah, Rafe-"

"So, what? She's not worth redemption? Is that what you would've thought about me back in February, if you had known?"

"Whoa, what?" you say, practically gasping at him, "Why would you go there?"

"Why would you? I know a lot about second chances, Y/N, and although my sister can be the biggest bitch on the planet, she deserves one just as much as the rest of us."

His eyebrows are furrowed and his jaw is clenched, but he's moving around too much in the camera for you to tell much more about his expression. You take a deep breath, trying not to screw this up any more than you already have.

"I didn't mean it like that, Rafe. Of course, I believe in second chances. I just didn't know if she meant it."

He pauses, considering your words before he speaks again, "I get that."

His voice is quiet and he doesn't say any more than that. You lay down again in your bed, your gut telling you that this phone call is going nowhere. When you don't speak after a moment, he starts again.

"I have an early meeting in the morning. I should get some rest."

"Rafe," you stop him, watching his eyes move back to the screen, back to you, "I don't want to leave it like this."

"Like what?" he's playing dumb and you know it.

"You're frustrated with me," you inform him, as if he's not already aware.

"I'll get over it."

You frown, "I'm sorry I can't come. Believe me, I want to see you more than anything in the world."

"It is what it is, Y/N."

No baby. No sweetheart. No smile. You swallow the lump in your throat once again, getting tired of doing so.

"Okay," you say weakly.

"I'll text you tomorrow," he says, shifting in his bed and reaching for his charger, no longer paying attention to you.

"Okay," you repeat, quieter this time.

"All right," he counters, glancing at you once his charger is in, "Goodnight."

Your tears start to well when he doesn't say he loves you, which he always does when you two are starting to hang up. You pause and take a deep breath, then try it for yourself.

"I love you," you practically whisper.

"I love you, too. Goodnight."

The phone disconnects before you can speak again, but you breathe in his last words before throwing your phone down on the bed. If someone would've told you a week ago that this would be how you feel now, you wouldn't have believed them. You fall asleep, cursing your boss and your father, missing Rafe more than anything in the world and wishing he was wrapped around you entirely.

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dreamingofaizawa · 3 years

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Good Kitty

Shouta Aizawa x Chubby! Kitty Hybrid! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

If you are under the age of 18, leave. Thank you.

Warnings: Kitty hybrid reader, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink (?), reader has insecurities, Shouta is soft and lowkey feral?, chubby kink (sorta), reader has a heat for the first time, barely implied virginity loss, a touch of dacryphilia

Word Count: 2.4 k

Author’s Note: This is inspired by @cupcake-rogue ’s fic Not Allowed on the Bed. I got permission to use it as inspo so here we are! Tbh the orignal had me feeling all sorts of feelings because, as a very subby sub that loves to please, I definitely have a praise kink and I WILL CRY if I’m called a bad girl. HOWEVER, Katsuki being the rough-around-the-edges guy he is wanting reader regardless of size made me very happy and warm and fuzzy.

The premise with this is pretty much the same, except I made reader a kitty hybrid...and of course I wrote for Shouta, love of my life he is. I’m such a fucking simp. I’m not the biggest fan of the ending, but this has been sitting in my WIPs for too damn long and it’s decent enough for me to feel ok posting it.

Also, for reference, reader has black fur regardless of hair color. Reader could be blonde, but still have black ears and tail. That’s just the way I’ve chosen to write this for some reason, don’t ask me why, I’m weird like that.

I think this is the first time I’ve written for a hybrid, so cut me a little slack.

Anywho, enjoy~

You can’t remember life outside the shelter. You’d grown up here, the caretakers said they’d found you on the street as a nearly newborn kitten and immediately scooped you up and brought you back here. That was a long time ago. Now you sit, waiting, your hopes for getting adopted diminishing with every passing day.

It’s unfortunate, but you still haven’t been adopted. It’s not that you’re bad, you always behave, you make sure you do. But you’ve overheard time and time again the people that gazed down at you and whispered about how you were too chunky, too big and too squishy for a kitty hybrid. And some even called you bad luck. The pitch black fur on your ears and tail warded off many.

Today was just the same as any other day. Wake up, get fed, wait in your room while potential owners pick and choose not you. Adults and children alike would take chunks out of their time to play with you, but they all left the shelter with another smaller cat. It was nearing bed time now, dinner just finished and the caretakers were about to start closing when the little bell on the front door jingled. Someone had just come in. You ignored it all the same.

Two pairs of footsteps began making their way past rooms, whoever it was that had entered smelled good, like coffee and tree bark. A smooth hum accompanied the caretaker’s voice, it made your ears twitch and tail sway gently. Still, you decided to just curl up in bed and try to sleep. The chance of him adopting you was slim, if it existed at all.

As you lay there your ears pick up their footsteps, the lazy set that dragged familiar, the nearly silent set less so. You listened as they came closer, never stopping as the man strode past each room and peered in the windows. You waited for them to pass right by your room, as they had been, but suddenly the footsteps halted. The caretaker spoke first.

“Y/n? You awake?” You let your eyes flutter open and sat up, tucking your legs under you and sitting up straight. They asked the man if he wanted to go in and see you, and he gave a simple nod. When he entered you finally looked up at him. The first thing you noticed were his eyes, tired and bloodshot with dark circles beneath them, a deep scar curved under his right eye. His long black hair fell around his shoulders, swaying lightly with every measured step he took toward you.

He stopped right in front of you, a large hand stretching out and you give it a small sniff before nudging your head into it, letting him pet your hair and scratch at the base of your ears. It felt nice to be getting attention like this. A small purr sounded in your chest, your tail gently swishing behind you.

“How long have you been here?” His voice is deep and calm, tired even, but it sounds so welcoming. It’s so soothing to your sensitive ears, like a warm blanket. You give a small hum before answering.

“A long time. I don’t remember anything outside this place.” At that he raised an eyebrow, turning to the caretaker with a questioning look.

“Most people look for...specific traits in the cat hybrids. Y/n here is well behaved, a perfect house kitty really,” you purred a bit at the praise, “But she’s a little larger than most. And her black fur wards off the more superstitious.” The man gives a curious hum before looking back down at you.

“Do you want to come home with me, kitty?” The question caught you a little off guard. Nobody really asked the hybrids if they wanted to go with them. You looked over to the caretaker, who nodded their head with a gentle smile, encouraging you to answer. All you could do was give a small nod, and soon you were in the car, on the way to your new home.

He’d told you to call him Shouta. He was nice, always quiet and never got mad. He never smiled, but you supposed that’s just the way he is. He gave you your own room, and always let you rub up on him when you wanted to, taking the opportunity to pet you. Occasionally you got the odd kiss on the forehead when you nuzzled into his neck. Those always made you purr. He never came seeking you out, which was good since there were times you really didn’t want to be touched.

The longer you’re with him the closer you get, and you find yourself doing things you’d never thought to do before. Sometimes you found the floor more comfortable than the couch, and would kneel down and rub up on his leg, your tail wrapping around his ankle. There were times you’d see his fingers idly drumming on his lap, and you’d lay down and nibble on one with your little fang-like canines. He didn’t seem to mind that little oral fixation, and he always let you do whatever you wanted. All in all, life with Shouta is great.

But today you feel weird. You’d been cooped up in your room for the first hour or so of the weekend morning, not quite wanting to go out and make it known something was off. But it’s gotten abnormally hot, your face and chest especially warm, and between your legs as well. Your panties are beginning to feel damp, your thighs starting to feel humid and sticky. It’s a little uncomfortable. And your tummy is starting to boil, neediness beginning to cloud your mind. This never happened at the shelter.

Reluctantly, you step out of bed onto slightly wobbly legs and peek your head out of your door to see him sitting on the couch, a book in hand and a mug of coffee on the table. His hair is loose, his strong lean body relaxed as he read. The sight of him and his scent made the feeling worse, made your panties and thighs wetter, your chest beginning to heave with your panted breaths.

“Sh-shouta…” Your voice came out shakier and quieter than you wanted it to, but he’d heard you regardless. He closed the book and peered over at your shaking form in the doorway.

“What is it kitty?” You nearly mewled at his voice, his heavenly smooth baritone sending a shiver down your spine through to the tip of your tail.

“Something’s wrong...I feel weird…” As you tell him about everything that’s happening to your body, he’s dragging his eyes over you, taking in every detail. Soon he’s on the phone with the doctor, you can’t quite comprehend his words, only catching snippets. ‘Help’ and ‘how long’, followed by agreeing hums. It was all jumbled after that, your mind refusing to focus as you leaned heavily on the doorframe, your quivering legs barely able to hold your body.

Shouta’s large hand came up and cupped your cheek, letting you nuzzle into his palm. When had he hung up the phone? He ordered you to sit on the bed, and you obliged, watching as he swept up his hair into a loose bun and strode over, tilting your chin to look up at him through half-lidded eyes. He’s so close, his scent overwhelming and making your brain fuzzy.

“You’re in heat, kitty.” Heat...where had you heard that before? Back at the shelter, maybe? It was all a distant, unfocused memory right now. Shouta leaned down and kissed you sweetly, lips melding with yours as you purred and mewled, your tail thrashing behind you. His hands tugged at your clothes until you were bare before him, every inch of you on display.

“You’re such a pretty kitty, you know that? So beautiful. Lay down for me.” The praise made you purr, made a chill crawl up your spine and your tail flick wildly. You obeyed the command, laying flat in the middle of the bed and he slotted himself between your legs, plunging two fingers into your tight hole. He let out a groan, pumping and scicssoring his fingers to stretch you out. You were already a sloppy mess, loud squelches ringing through the room in between your loud, whiny mewls and panting.

It felt so good, the heat in your belly burning and tightening until Shouta’s fingers curled up into a spot that made stars dance in your vision. The pressure in your belly snapped hard, your legs trembling as he kept fingering you through it. His fingers slowed when you whined about it being too much, too sensitive. But you still felt hot all over, now it was worse, you wanted something so bad but you didn’t know what.

He got up and undressed himself and you licked your lips at his naked body, scarred skin pulled taut over thick muscle. What stood between his legs had heat spreading like fire through your body. You’d never seen a naked man before. He was quick to return to you, slotting his hips between your thighs and guiding the thick head of his cock along your soaked folds.

“Relax kitty. I’m gonna make you feel good.” You gave a small nod and then he was pushing his thick cock inside you, groaning at the way your pussy clamped down on him. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as he slowly pushed and pumped his hips, cock dragging along your wet warm walls perfectly. Mewls slipped past your lips, high pitched whines and pants like music in Shouta’s ears.

His hands wandered over your body, squishing and pulling at every piece of you he could get his calloused fingers on. It made you squirm beneath him, your own hands trying to push his away, but he wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head in one strong hand, then went right back to groping your body with his free one.

“I can’t have you stopping me from touching you, kitty.” That’s all he said before focusing back on your body. He tugged at your belly, your sides, every place that was fatty and squishy. He’d never admit out loud how much he loved how soft you are. You’re perfect, plump and meaty, just more for him to touch, to look at, more to squeeze and pinch and pull.

He groaned out as you whined beneath him, tears beginning to clump in your lashes because he just kept squeezing, and he isn’t fucking you hard enough. Your orgasm built slowly with his languid pace, not nearly enough to get you to that peak and you were frustrated because you wanted relief but it wouldn’t come. Shouta picks up on your hips jerking and rolling, trying to get him to fucking move faster. He pulled his hips back and slammed back in, setting a brutal pace and making you whine high and long.

Tears begin to fall from the sheer ecstasy of it, and he’s realizing how much he loves to see you cry from the pleasure he can give you. With a groan, he’s releasing your hands and wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face into your breasts and biting and sucking at your skin as he pounds you into the mattress. He isn’t normally an impulsive man, wouldn’t let himself let go like this. But for you. For you he’d give in to his lust and ravage you like you need him to.

Your orgasm slams over your body like a tsunami, your muscles locking up and a loud yip ringing from your throat, pleasure making your whole body shake. Shouta let out a hiss, your nails digging into the muscles in his back furiously, but he wouldn’t stop for that. He never stuttered in his pace, just kept ramming his hips into yours, heavy balls slapping against your ass and lewd squelches coming from where your bodies are connected.

You’re overstimulated, throat feeling raw and tears still falling down your heated cheeks as you thrash from another orgasm, this one just as powerful as the last and making your vision spot black. This time Shouta leans back, wrapping a hand around your throat and licking the salty trails away.

“Such a good little kitty for me, so good.” With a few more thrusts he’s spilling inside you, and you can feel the warmth spread in your belly as you lay there, boneless. He lays down on top of you, both of you sweaty and tired and he starts whispering sweet words into your twitching ears.

“So pretty. You’re so pretty, kitten.”

“Such a good girl for me.”

“You’re all mine, kitty. So good, all for me.” Tears begin to spill from your eyes for a different reason. Up until now you’d lived your life believing nobody wanted you because there was something wrong with you. You never felt ugly, never really felt like there was something truly wrong with you, but you always felt...unwanted. Unloved. Unlovable.

But Shouta makes you feel wanted, and loved, and pretty and all the things you always assumed you didn’t deserve. You’re his kitty now, and you’re such a good kitty for him too. He’s showering you with affection that you’d never known before and you’re shaking from all the overwhelming emotions. He can feel your body quivering, leans back to look at you and cups your face in his warm palm.

“What’s wrong, kitten? Why are you crying?” Your nose twitches as you sniffle, which he mildly notes is fucking adorable.

“Do you mean it? Am I a good kitty?” His eyebrows furrow and he rolls the both of you over so you’re on top of him. He’s peering into your big sad eyes as if reading your soul through them, trying to read the emotions you’re feeling, but it isn’t hard for him to figure out what’s racing through your mind. You nuzzle your nose into his neck and breathe in his scent, his hand coming up to pet your hair and ears.

“Of course, kitten. You’re such a good kitty.” The small reassurance makes you feel warm and happy, your tail flicking softly before curling around both your leg and Shouta’s, the end brushing his skin gently. You can’t help but want to stay with Shouta forever.

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Jon Snow Month 2022

Day 6: Familial relationships

Jon Snow + Stark brothers

He missed his true brothers: little Rickon, bright eyes shining as he begged for a sweet; Robb, his rival and best friend and constant companion; Bran, stubborn and curious, always wanting to follow and join in whatever Jon and Robb were doing. (Jon III. AGOT)

Jon flexed the fingers of his sword hand. The Night's Watch takes no part. He closed his fist and opened it again. What you propose is nothing less than treason. He thought of Robb, with snowflakes melting in his hair. Kill the boy and let the man be born. He thought of Bran, clambering up a tower wall, agile as a monkey. Of Rickon's breathless laughter. [...] (Jon XIII, ADWD)

Noye drew him closer. “You've heard these tidings of your brother?”

“Last night.” Conwy and his charges had brought the news north with them, and the talk in the common room had been of little else. Jon was still not certain how he felt about it. Robb a king? The brother he'd played with, fought with, shared his first cup of wine with? But not mother's milk, no. So now Robb will sip summerwine from jeweled goblets, while I'm kneeling beside some stream sucking snowmelt from cupped hands. “Robb will make a good king,” he said loyally. (Jon I, ACOK)

“[...] I was walking the wall around the yard when I came on you and your brother Robb. It had snowed the night before, and the two of you had built a great mountain above the gate and were waiting for someone likely to pass underneath.”

“I remember,” said Jon with a startled laugh. A young black brother on the wallwalk, yes... “You swore not to tell.”

“And kept my vow. That one, at least.”

“We dumped the snow on Fat Tom. He was Father's slowest guardsman.” Tom had chased them around the yard afterward, until all three were red as autumn apples. (Jon I, ASOS)

[...] His father had always said that in battle a captain's lungs were as important as his sword arm. “It does not matter how brave or brilliant a man is, if his commands cannot be heard,” Lord Eddard told his sons, so Robb and he used to climb the towers of Winterfell to shout at each other across the yard. (Jon VII, ASOS)

Every morning they had trained together, since they were big enough to walk; Snow and Stark, spinning and slashing about the wards of Winterfell, shouting and laughing, sometimes crying when there was no one else to see. They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes. “I'm Prince Aemon the Dragonknight,” Jon would call out, and Robb would shout back, “Well, I'm Florian the Fool.” Or Robb would say, “I'm the Young Dragon,” and Jon would reply, “I'm Ser Ryam Redwyne.” (Jon XII, ASOS)

I would need to steal her if I wanted her love, but she might give me children. I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. A son was something Jon Snow had never dared dream of, since he decided to live his life on the Wall. I could name him Robb. Val would want to keep her sister's son, but we could foster him at Winterfell, and Gilly's boy as well. Sam would never need to tell his lie. We'd find a place for Gilly too, and Sam could come visit her once a year or so. Mance's son and Craster's would grow up brothers, as I once did with Robb. (Jon XII, ASOS)

Part of him wanted only to flee, but he knew that if he did he might never see Bran again. He took a nervous step into the room. “Please,” he said.

[...]

“Bran,” he said, “I'm sorry I didn't come before. I was afraid.” He could feel the tears rolling down his cheeks. Jon no longer cared. “Don't die, Bran. Please. We're all waiting for you to wake up. Me and Robb and the girls, everyone…” (Jon II, AGOT)

He looked at the words, but they didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Bran was going to live. “My brother is going to live,” he told Mormont. The Lord Commander shook his head, gathered up a fistful of corn, and whistled. The raven flew to his shoulder, crying, “Live! Live!”

Jon ran down the stairs, a smile on his face and Robb's letter in his hand. “My brother is going to live,” he told the guards. They exchanged a look. He ran back to the common hall, where he found Tyrion Lannister just finishing his meal. He grabbed the little man under the arms, hoisted him up in the air, and spun him around in a circle. “Bran is going to live!” he whooped. Lannister looked startled. Jon put him down and thrust the paper into his hands. “Here, read it,” he said. (Jon III, AGOT)

Up they went, and up, and up, black shadows creeping across the moonlit wall of rock. Anyone down on the floor of the pass could have seen them easily, but the mountain hid them from the view of the wildlings by their fire. They were close now, though. Jon could sense it. Even so, he did not think of the foes who were waiting for him, all unknowing, but of his brother at Winterfell. Bran used to love to climb. I wish I had a tenth part of his courage. (Jon VI, ACOK)

“It be a mercy to kill them,” Hullen said.

Bran looked to his lord father for rescue, but got only a frown, a furrowed brow. “Hullen speaks truly, son. Better a swift death than a hard one from cold ad starvation.”

“No!” He could feel tears welling in his eyes, and he looked away. He did not want to cry in front of his father.

[...]

“Lord Stark,” Jon said. It was strange to hear him call Father that, so formal. Bran looked at him with desperate hope. “There are five pups,” he told Father. “Three male, two female.”

“What of it, Jon?”

“You have five trueborn children,” Jon said. “Three sons, two daughters. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord.”

Bran saw his father's face change, saw the other men exchange glances. He loved Jon with all his heart at that moment. Even at seven, Bran understood what his brother had done. The count had come right only because Jon had omitted himself. He had included the girls, included even Rickon, the baby, but not the bastard who bore the surname Snow, the name that custom decreed be given to all those in the north unlucky enough to be born with no name of their own. (Bran I, AGOT)

“I plan to stop at Winterfell on the way south. If there is any message that you would like me to deliver…”

“Tell Robb that I’m going to command the Night’s Watch and keep him safe, so he might as well take up needlework with the girls and have Mikken melt down his sword for horseshoes.”

“Your brother is bigger than me,” Tyrion said with a laugh. “I decline to deliver any message that might get me killed.”

“Rickon will ask when I’m coming home. Try to explain where I’ve gone, if you can. Tell him he can have all my things while I’m away, he’ll like that.”

People seemed to be asking a great deal of him today, Tyrion Lannister thought. “You could put all this in a letter, you know.”

“Rickon can’t read yet. Bran…” He stopped suddenly. “I don’t know what message to send to Bran. Help him, Tyrion.”

“What help could I give him? I am no maester, to ease his pain. I have no spells to give him back his legs.”

“You gave me help when I needed it,” Jon Snow said.

“I gave you nothing,” Tyrion said. “Words.”

“Then give your words to Bran too.”

“You’re asking a lame man to teach a cripple how to dance,” Tyrion said. “However sincere the lesson, the result is likely to be grotesque. Still, I know what it is to love a brother, Lord Snow. I will give Bran whatever small help is in my power.” (Tyrion III, AGOT)

“Will I truly be able to ride?” Bran asked. He wanted to believe them, but he was afraid. Perhaps it was just another lie. The crow had promised him that he could fly.

“You will,” the dwarf told him. “And I swear to you, boy, on horseback you will be as tall as any of them.”

Robb Stark seemed puzzled. “Is this some trap, Lannister? What’s Bran to you? Why should you want to help him?”

“Your brother Jon asked it of me. And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.” Tyrion Lannister placed a hand over his heart and grinned. (Bran IV, AGOT)

“Are they ever coming back?” Bran asked him.

“Yes,” Robb said with such hope in his voice that Bran knew he was hearing his brother and not just Robb the Lord. “Mother will be home soon. Maybe we can ride out to meet her when she comes. Wouldn't that surprise her, to see you ahorse?” Even in the dark room, Bran could feel his brother's smile. “And afterward, we'll ride north to see the Wall. We won't even tell Jon we're coming, we'll just be there one day, you and me. It will be an adventure.”

“An adventure,” Bran repeated wistfully. He heard his brother sob. The room was so dark he could not see the tears on Robb's face, so he reached out and found his hand. Their fingers twined together. (Bran IV, AGOT)

“Bran?” Robb asked. “What's wrong?”

Bran shook his head. “I was just remembering,” he said. “Jory brought us here once, to fish for trout. You and me and Jon. Do you remember?”

“I remember,” Robb said, his voice quiet and sad.

“I didn't catch anything,” Bran said, “but Jon gave me his fish on the way back to Winterfell. Will we ever see Jon again?”

“We saw Uncle Benjen when the king came to visit,” Robb pointed out. “Jon will visit too, you'll see.” (Bran V, AGOT)

Ser Rodrik decreed that they would share Jon Snow's old bedchamber, since Jon was in the Night's Watch and never coming back. Bran hated that; it made him feel as if the Freys were trying to steal Jon's place. (Bran I, ACOK)

“Then let Lord Hornwood's bastard be the heir,” Bran said, thinking of his half brother Jon. (Bran II, ACOK)

“Mother.” There was a sharpness in Robb's tone. “You forget. My father had four sons.” (Catelyn V, ASOS)

“But my father was a friend of the Night's Watch, and my uncle is First Ranger. He might know where the three-eyed crow lives. And Jon's at Castle Black too.” Bran had been hoping to see Jon again, and their uncle too. (Bran III, ASOS)

[...] Bran was terrified that Summer was off dying in the darkness. Please, you old gods, he prayed, you took Winterfell, and my father, and my legs, please don't take Summer too. And watch over Jon Snow too, and make the wildlings go away. (Bran IV, ASOS)

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