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loubouskz · 3 years ago

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hot chocolate

han jisung x fem!reader

description: fluff. reader starts her period and jisung comes in to help. short scene with the reader, chan, changbin, and hyunjin.

warnings: no warnings really, talks about periods.

wc: 1.4k

a/n: my period came 2 days earlier than when it was supposed to, so I decided to write what happened today(ofc jisung wasn't in my home lol). writing this definitely helped me feel better. :)

*not proofread*

I groaned as I laid in bed, trying to find a more comfortable spot. ever since I started getting periods, they got worse every month with every year. its to the point where I'm throwing up and passing out due to cramps- which just started happening this year. nothing seemed to help: walking around, jogging, working out, dancing, over the counter medicine, prescription medicine, nothing. heating pads and warm drinks helped me make it through the day, but just barely. the first day is always the worst of them all, I couldn't move without pain coursing through my body. so I stayed in one spot not moving, with nothing to eat or drink.

I curled up into a ball as I pulled my weighted blanket over my body, along with my other blankets on the bed. I nestled my head into my childhood stuffed animal, trying to hum away the cramps. humming along the somber songs I had playing on jisung's speaker. I cried out as another twisting pain bursted in my lower abdomen. I wish jisung was here, but he had to leave to work on the album coming up. we've been dating for a couple of months, but he has yet to see me during my period because of his schedule.

I must have passed out for the third time because the music had stopped or my phone had died. I couldn't remember if I plugged it up at all with my foggy mind. I didn't want to take the chance and check because of the fear of more pain. I sighed as I felt tears blur my vision. god, this is going to be the longest week of my life, isn't it. I hate this so much. I sobbed into my hand not wanting anyone- if they were home, to hear me.

jisung slipped off his shoes and entered the dorm with changbin and chan. "I can't wait to eat this food!" changbin said, jumping in place. "easy there or you'll spill it." jisung said, laughing. they walked into the living room to see hyunjin on his phone. "hey hyunjin, how was your day?" chan asked, sitting next to him. "good, a little lonesome because minho, felix, and I finished practicing earlier than expected." hyunjin said, placing his phone in his hoodie pocket.

"what did you guys bring to eat?" hyunjin asked, rubbing his hands together. jisung shook his head as he was completely sure you had stayed over. "wait, y/n is still here right?" jisung asked, as he looked down the hall at his closed door. "I don't know, I've only been here for about an hour. it was quiet when I came home." hyunjin said, grabbing the bowl changbin had handed to him. jisung nodded, "I'm going to see if she's still here." jisung said, heading to his bedroom.

I hummed to myself quietly as I carefully rubbed circles on my stomach in random places. i cried out as I felt another twisting pain. god, please just go away. I must have been in head so far, that I didn't hear anyone come in. tears going down my cheek, I felt someone touch my cheek. I gasped at the sudden affection and opened my eyes. looking up, my eyes met jisung's worried look.

"hey baby, what's going on? are you okay?" jisung asked, as his hand went down to my arm to rub it. I fixed my head to look at him better. "I started my period today, every year they've gotten worse and the first day is always the worst." I said in a small voice. his worried look soften, "is there anything I can do to help to make it more bearable for you?" jisung asked, I nodded with a soft smile. "I would really appreciate it if you could make me some hot chocolate then cuddle me as we watch emperor's new groove." I said.

jisung nodded, "of course baby. do you want anything to eat?" he asked, standing up. "no, if I eat anything right now I'll get a stomach ache." I said as I shook my head. "okay, I'll be right back. do you need to change before you get settled?" he asked as he stopped at the door, that was cracked open. I thought about it for a second. "yeah, can you help me to the bathroom?" I asked, holding my hand out to him. "of course baby." jisung said, coming back over to me. he held my hand and helped me off the bed. I groaned as pain went through my body as I moved. "it's gonna be okay." he said, hugging me once I was standing.

once I was in the bathroom, jisung headed back to the living room. he stood above the guys. "so is she still here?" chan asked with food in his mouth, looking over at him with his mouth covered. "yeah, she's been in bed all day. her period started today." jisung said, nodding his head. "oh, is she okay?" changbin asked. "its clear that she's in a lot of pain. she asked me to make her a hot chocolate and cuddles." jisung answered as he made his way to the kitchen. "well tell her I said, I hope she feels better." chan said, with hyunjin nodding his head. jisung nodded focusing on making his baby a drink.

"thank you channie." I said with a small voice, as I entered the room, hearing the last little bit. the boys turned their heads to me. "hey y/n-nie." changbin said with a wave. "hi binnie." I said, slowly making my way to the couch where they sat. "would like a bit a food?" hyunjin offered. "thank you but no. my stomach will ache if I eat anything right now." I explained to them as another painful cramp set in. i leaned down a little trying to easy it. "do you want some medicine?" chan asked with a worried voice. "most of the time medicine doesn't work for me, just warm drinks and heating pads." I said, closing my eyes.

changbin reached out and held my hand, trying to comfort me. "will you take two pills to see if it will help a little? I understand if you don't." chan said. knowing he'd be the worried dad figure in the dorm, I nodded my head. I hated for him to feel more worry, he doesnt need that on him. chan put his food down and ran to his room. "chan, bring them to my room." jisung said, holding a mug. he handed to me as he guided me back to his room. "bye y/n-nie." changbin and hyunjin said. I turned back and waved at them, not having any more energy to speak.

I made my way back onto the bed carefully and back into my nest of blankets. jisung did the same, letting me snuggle into him. I got a sip of my drink as jisung grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. he got it to Disney+ and clicked around till he got to emperor's new groove. "ready baby?" he asked, wrapping his arm around me. I nodded, placing my head on his shoulder and putting my legs onto his.

chan knocked on the door and opened it. he came in and handed me two pain pills. "here you go. if need need anything, don't hesitate to ask anyone here." chan said with a smile. "thank you chan." I said, taking the pills with a sip of hot chocolate. chan nodded and quietly made his way out of the room, closing the door.

jisung kissed the side of my head before leaning his onto mine. "I love you, y/n." jisung said quietly, rubbing small circles on my stomach like I did earlier. I smiled, "I love you too, ji." I said. I fixed my position a few times before fully settling. I sighed as I felt comfortable and loved. I mouthed some of the words of my favorite movie as jisung would giggle sometimes hearing some of the words under my breath.

after the movie was over, jisung looked down at me. "do you want to watch another movie, or try to get some rest?" he asked, rubbing my knee. "I guess a rest but I want to stay in this position." I said. jisung pulled me closer to him carefully. "okay baby." jisung said, as I snuggled into his neck. I closed my eyes and waited for sleepiness to fully set in. "thank you for taking care of me ji." I said, as my hand felt around for his. jisung smiled, bringing my hand up and kissing it. "sleep well, y/n-nie." I heard jisung say, just as I fell into a deep sleep.

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clatterbane · 2 years ago

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Heading into evening, we caught a bus into central Malmö to brave the cobblestones around Triangeln.

The main mission objective: to finally get set up with new glasses!

It's been worse to try to wear my existing prescription since that surgery, with a big enough change in that eye that the Now Very Wrong Lens is making me seasick and triggering migraines. So I've mostly just been going around without any.

Neither of us was sure where to go, so I decided to try out Eyes + More this time. They are NOT Specsavers, which is all over the place in Sweden too. Plus, they're offering decent-looking package deals which include the option of progressive lenses for less than we would end up shelling out elsewhere. Because I am old and needing them these days. 🥴

Also, they are offering 4-pair package deals to split between two people. He was also needing new glasses, so may as well try there. We went ahead and booked back-to-back exam appointments.

Other than trying to operate on Language Mode: Difficult in a rather busy optical shop with shitty hearing in the first place, it started off pretty well. I browsed and found several good frame candidates while Mr. C went back for his vision exam.

Then it was my turn. Which also started out fine. Especially after I finally cried uncle and fessed up about my limited Swedish skills. (Which no doubt were becoming rather obvious, even before I opened my mouth for more than a few basic phrases. 🙄)

Went through the whole lens-flipping routine and all--and then complications ensued!

This is my current prescription, y'all.

The astigmatism had stayed about the same, at least. With that aftermarket lens replacement, though? They did indeed make my right eye significantly less nearsighted. As in, no correction required for distance vision at all. (Previously, it was just a little worse than the other one. The sudden change still feels weird as hell, after all these years.)

So yeah, the upshot is that now I am pretty damned nearsighted in one eye, and not at all in the other. Easy enough to fix with new prescription lenses, right?

Hahaha, NOPE. 😵

That degree of difference is evidently optically impossible to correct with glasses, unless you want some gnarly double vision. As the optometrist demonstrated with these babies.

I wondered why she was doing whatever trial lens magic that caused the freaky double vision, and then asking me about it. Then she basically just "yupped!", and explained the situation. 😩

I had kinda already had to wonder about some of the questions she was asking about the surgery, who did it, and whether I was sure they weren't planning to do something on the other side too. But indeed, all was explained soon enough.

She was obviously of the experienced professional opinion that some questionable decisions were made there. Trying to be at least semi-diplomatic about it or not. Seemed pretty horrified, tbqh.

So yeah, no new glasses for me right yet!

The current plan is to do as the optometrist strongly recommended, and Mr. C is going to try to get the eye surgery clinic on the phone ASAP tomorrow.

I am honestly still too worn out and brain fried to have looked into possible options yet. That will have to wait at least until later tonight.

Right offhand, I would rather end up having to pay for LASIK or similar out of pocket than let the same university clinic fuck around any more with my other eye if I can help it at all. That may well end up being my best bet, but we'll have to see.

#personal #glasses #or not #eye exam #malmö #triangeln #cataract surgery #eye surgery #clatterbane ventures forth

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viking-raider · 4 years ago

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Southern Generation - Part III *Mature*

Summary: Sy and Lily had a harmonious bubble around them, but ripples are sent through it, with an action of Lily’s and the past haunting Austin.

Pairing: Captain Syverson/Reader

Word Count: 6,211

Warning: M - Language, Fluff, Domestic Kink, PTSD, Attempted Overdose, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Teeny White Lie, Stalking and Harassment

Inspiration: It’s Sy, need I say more?

Author’s Note: Loving this story! Much love to @wondersofdreaming!

Lily laughed as she played tug-a-war with Aika in the living room, the sound of Sy putting up the last of the siding vibrated throughout the house, with her laughs and Aika's playful growling. The hammering stopped and Sy appeared through the front door, smiling at the two partners in crime.

“I need to go into town.” Sy told Lily, when her attention settled onto him. “The saw blade has dulled and I need to replace it.” He explained to her.

“All right.” She nodded, letting Aika take her rope. “I need to get lunch going.”

“I shouldn't be too long.” He promised, then left.

Sy wasn't gone a minute, when the phone rang in the kitchen and Lily moved to pick it up, before she missed it. “Hello?” She answered, pressing the receiver to her ear with her shoulder and turned towards the refrigerator. “Hello?” She frowned, pulling out food items for her and Sy's lunch.

“How's the business going?” A voice finally answered her.

Lily froze, hand resting on the loaf of bread she was reaching for. “How did you get this number?” She gulped, her heart racing and pounding in her ears.

“I bet once that caveman finishes fixing up the place, it'll look brand new.”

“Ho-” She gasped, a dizzying wave of nausea punched her in the gut, as reality set in.

“Soon, Lily. Soon.” The voice chuckled, then the line went dead.

The phone slipped off of Lily's shoulder and clattered to the floor, alerting Aika, who was chewing on her rope in the living room, and came running in, barking in inquiry and suspicion, standing close to Lily's feet and looked up at her, head cocked to the side. Lily gripped the edge of the counter in front of her, trying to take deep breaths in and out, but her vision swam with an overflow of tears and her chest felt like an elephant was standing on it. She turned and stumbled up the staircase in the kitchen that led upstairs, and went into the hall bathroom, locking herself inside, Aika bounding after her and barking at the bathroom door.

“How? How is this possible?” She trembled, pacing the small space. “I was so careful, so careful. It’s not possible. It’s just a sick joke, from some disgruntled customer. But, what if it isn’t? What if it’s really. Where did I go wrong? I put so many miles between us.”

Her hands shook and she struggled to breath, furious tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Flashback after flashback rippling through her horrified and panicked mind, her stomach lurched and she dropped to her knees, wrenching violently into the bowl and losing her breakfast into it. She sat there for a long time, before making up her mind, standing up and opening the medicine cabinet, removing a prescription bottle from inside and popped the top off of it. She knew this was a drastic and dark turn to things as she dumped the bottle into her hand, but it wasn’t as dark and ominous, if the voice on the other end of the phone kept their word about finding her, and Lily wasn’t going to take that chance.

She gulped down dozens of the teeny pills, swallowing them down with sink water, then slowly sank down to the floor.

Sy returned twenty minutes later, with a new saw blade and rumbling stomach. He expected, as always, to find Lily had set his lunch down on the table in the breakfast nook, and was either eating hers as well, or she was patiently waiting for him, so they could eat together.

Instead, he entered the house and heard Aika barking incessantly upstairs, which was unusual.

“Lily!” He called out, rounding into the kitchen, finding lunch foods on the counter, some half opened, and the phone on the floor. “Lily!” He yelled out again, a pit forming in his stomach as he mounted the stairs to the second floor.

He had never been upstairs before, everything he needed in the house was downstairs, the kitchen and half bath, so he was unfamiliar with the layout. But, as he reached the second floor landing, he found Aika standing in front of a closed door, barking, whining and scratching at the wood. He crossed the hall and lifted his hand, knocking softly on the door, and listening inside.

“Lily?” He called, knocking again. “Lily, are you all right in there?” He asked, growing even more concerned, when he didn't receive an answer.

Not waiting a moment longer, Sy pushed Aika away from the door and forced it open with his shoulder. As the door flung open and banged against the wall behind it, Sy rushed into the room and felt his heart plummet out of his body, finding Lily laying on the worn and discolored tile floor. He dropped to his knees as he scrambled over to her, cupping her cold, but sweaty, face in his hands, her eyes were rolled back and half lidded, her breathing was shallow and the scent of vomit permeated in the small space. Sy, despite his heart rocketing in his chest, was reasonably calm, his combat cool kicking in, as he quickly pressed his fingers to the spot under the corner of her jaw, feeling how faint her heartbeat was.

“Shit.” He snapped, under his breath, scanning the room, he found a prescription bottle that had rolled under the lip of the vanity, swiped it up and pocketed it. “Lily.” He called, patting her pale cheeks, trying to get any response out of her. “Come on, Lily. Answer me.” He begged her, patting her cheeks a little harder. “What were you thinking.” He growled, then rubbed his knuckles against her sternum in firm circles.

“Oh, thank god.” He sighed, when she whimpered at the painful rub. “Lily, open your eyes and look at me. Come on, darling, look at me.” He coaxed her, rubbing her chest again, but not with his knuckles, just trying to keep her responsive.

“Sy.” She whimpered, eyes fluttering.

“Yeah, love.” He nodded, shifting to pick her up into his arms and carried her out of the bathroom and down the stairs. “Don't worry, honey, I've got you. I'll take care of you and get you to the hospital.” He told her, carrying her out to his truck and got her strapped into the passenger seat, before hopping in and gunning it down the driveway, relieved at his slight laziness, that he left the gate wide open.

“Come on, Lily. Talk to me.” He told her, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder as she whined and pressed her forehead against the window. “Tell me something, anything.”

“I wanna sleep.” She whimpered, brows creased.

“No, no, you can't do that.” Sy shook his head at her, pulling her away from the window. “What color do you want me to paint the house?” He asked, trying to think of anything to keep her engaged long enough to get her to the emergency room.

“What about purple, with hot pink polka dots?” He grinned, blue eyes light up, but still scared for her.

“I hate pink.” Lily whined, her head moving to rest on Sy's broad and stiff shoulder.

“So, pink polka dots.” He said in a voice that said he agreed with the choice.

“No.” She groaned, shaking her head with a whimper, then fell quiet again.

“No, no! Come on, Lily, don't fall asleep.” He begged her, feeling her body relax against him.

The tires of Sy's truck squealed as he parked outside the hospital, pulling Lily out, he quickly carried her into the emergency room, his usual 'cool under pressure' attitude was starting to slip with the desperate situation. The nurse at the station instantly noticed Sy carrying Lily in and read how bad the situation was, jumping out of her seat and barking orders, while guiding Sy to a place he could lay her down and they could start working on her.

“What happened?” She asked Sy.

“I'm pretty sure she overdosed on these.” Sy replied, taking the prescription bottle out of his pocket and handed it to her. “I don't know why she decided to do it, I just found her unresponsive on the bathroom floor. She was responsive for a few minutes, but then stopped just before we got here.”

“How do you know her?” The nurse asked, reading the name off the bottle.

Sy bit his lip, he knew if he admitted that he only worked for Lily as a handyman, then they wouldn't let him see her until after they had done everything they could for her. So, he fibbed. “She's my fiancée.” He told her, his voice steady and his face gave away nothing, but his concern for her.

“So, her name is Lily Ana Moore?” The nurse asked, reading the name off the prescription label.

“Yes, ma'am.” Sy nodded, though he wasn't aware of her middle name.

“And, you are?” She asked, looking up at him.

“Austin Syverson.” He replied, glancing over to Lily's bed as she whimpered.

“We'll take the best care for her, Mr. Syverson.” the Nurse promised him, resting a gentle hand on his forearm and gave it a tender squeeze.

They tended to Lily, while Sy stepped out into the waiting room, he was too high strung and agitated to sit down, so he paced from the humming vending machine and the automatic doors. His mind roiled over reasons and scenarios as to why Lily would try to overdose. She had been fine, before he left to the hardware store for a new saw blade, playing tug-a-war with Aika and about to make them lunch. What could have happened in the, maybe, fifteen minutes he was away, that was so frightening that she would rather take her life, than to either face it or tell him about it. If she had said something to him, told him that she was afraid of something, or someone, then he would have promised to protect her.

In a heartbeat.

“I’ll protect her from now on.” He muttered to himself, still pacing the room.

Once they were satisfied with how stable she was, then sent her up to a private room for an overnight observation, Sy stayed with her the whole time, never leaving her side, even once she was stable and in her room. He sat in a chair beside her bed, chin resting on his chest as he snored softly, the room was dark and quiet, minus the heart monitor she was hooked up too. It was late, when Lily did finally come back around on her own, sighing and whimpering, her body feeling spent and sluggish. She opened her eyes and instantly recognized she wasn't in her own bed, but a strange room, and panic started to set it, causing her to wake Sy.

“Hey.” He sighed, rubbing his tired face and leaning forward to take her hand in his. “You're all right, Lily.” He told her, his voice rough from sleep.

“Where am I?” She asked, squeezing his hand, like it was a lifeline, calm now that she realized Sy was there, watching over her.

“The hospital.” He replied, thumb rubbing the top of her hand. “I barely managed to get you here, after that stunt you pulled.”

She let out a heavy breath and rested back against her pillow, squeezing her eyes shut. “I'm sorry, Sy.” She whispered, not opening her eyes again. “I didn't mean to scare you.”

“And what did you mean to do?” He asked, lifting a brow at her. “Why would you try killing yourself?”

“It's complicated.” She replied, sighing again and opening her eyes.

“Then, uncomplicate it.” Sy begged her, wanting to understand what she was thinking.

“I can't.” Lily shook her head, the fear that had gripped her before her attempt started to return.

Sy could feel the tremble in her hand as it gripped his, he knew there was something she was afraid of, that she was trying to run and hide from, and wanted to help her so much, to protect her, so badly. He got up out of his chair and sat on her bedside, holding her hand in his lap and gently brushed his fingers against her cheek.

“You don't have to be afraid.” He whispered, gently. “I promise, I will protect you.”

“Don't make a promise, you can't keep, Austin.” Lily replied, meeting his eye.

“I can, and I will.” Sy replied, his stomach twitched, hearing her use his first name. “Is there anything I can do for you?” He asked, lifting a brow at her.

Lily paused a moment, regarding him, then bit her lip. “Lay with me?” She whispered, gulping at the strangeness of her own request.

Sy blinked at her for a moment, it was a bit of an odd request, but, if that's what she wanted of him, then Sy would gladly do it. He nodded, feeling slightly awkward, then toed out of his boots, while she shifted and turned onto her side, so Sy had room to lay down with her. He let her shift, her back pressing against his chest, and tucked his arm under her head, gently pulling the blankets over them and resting his other arm over her side.

“This must be awkward for you.” She mumbled, a few minutes later.

“Actually, it's not.” He chuckled back, his breath lightly caressing the back of her hair. “The most awkward thing that I've ever done, happened on my very first deployment to Iraq.”

Lily turned her head to look back over at him. “Tell me about it?”

Sy smiled at her, biting his lip. “So, it was my first deployment, back in 2004, I had been in the country a week, but hadn't left base yet in that time.” He started to explain to her. “So, my first outing off the base was a decent distance, and at some point, I ended up needing to go to the restroom.”

She laughed, starting to get the picture, making Sy smile.

“Now, I wasn't naive. I knew there wasn't a bathroom for several klicks, and I doubted any of the locals were going to let my ass in to use their bathroom.” He laughed, making them both shake from its mirth. “So, I asked my commander, cause then, I was just some lowly runt, where I could go. He walked away for a moment and came back, carrying a short handled shovel, handed it to me and said, 'pick a spot.' motioning to the wide open field we were in.”

“Oh lord, no.” She grinned, blushing at the thought of digging a random hole and going in it. “Tell me you didn't!”

“Of course, I did!” He grinned back. “I really had to go, and I wasn't holding it for another hour on patrol and three hours back. So, I dug a hole, dropped my cameos and did my business, with six guys, more or less, watching me.”

“Watching you?”

“Well, they had to make sure no one snuck up on me, and tried to kill me.” He chuckled, fully amused.

“You're braver than I am.” Lily said, after they stopped laughing. “I would have held it.” She giggled, shaking her head at the thought, relaxing in his arms.

“I think that makes you much braver.” Sy whispered, feeling the change in her breathing against the skin of his bicep as she drifted back off to sleep. “So much braver.”

“Sy, you can't sleep on the couch like this.” Lily sighed, finding him on the couch in the living room.

Ever since she returned home from the hospital, Sy insisted on sleeping on the couch, not wanting to leave her alone in the house. She had tried convincing him that she was all right, that he didn't need to sleep there and keep an eye on her.

“You should go home to Austin, sleep in your own bed.” She told him, handing him a cup of fresh coffee.

“I haven't slept in my own bed, in nearly a month.” Sy replied, taking several deep gulps of the hot brew.

“What?” Lily snapped, sitting down beside him, with a cup of tea. “Still!”

“I told you, I've been sleeping at the motel in Celina.” He confessed to her. “I've been too tired most nights to safely drive back to Austin, and it's only a couple minutes from here, instead of three hours.” He told her, rubbing a hand over his face.

“And I told you, you didn't need too, Sy?” Lily sighed, annoyed with him.

“Because, you would have wanted to pay for it.” He countered.

“No, I would have given you the guest room upstairs, like I said.” She countered back, lifting a brow at him. “And, if you insist on staying here, then I suggest you take the room, instead of the couch, so at least then, you can stretch out and not wake up all stiff and uncomfortable.” She told him, firmly.

“Especially, since Aika seems to enjoy sleeping with you.”

Lily had come downstairs at night, several times, to find Sy's long body stretched out on the couch, his head resting on one armrest, while his feet hung over the other one, and Aika's large body laid on top of him, like some sort of furry blanket.

“I've already made it up for you.” She added, getting back up and going into the kitchen.

Sy got up and followed her, setting his coffee down on the breakfast nook table. “Lily-”

“We both know, you're not going to leave me alone in the house, Austin.” Lily huffed, yanking open the refrigerator door. “So, there's no use for your additional discomfort, by sleeping on a couch that has zero support or comfort, especially after you've spent all day breaking your back to fix up my property.” She explained to him, pulling out a carton of eggs and milk, before letting the door of the original Big Chill refrigerator slam shut behind her.

“There's a comfortable bed in the guestroom, that's situated against the window, with a small walk-in closet and dresser, as well as being across from the hallway bathroom. As I said, I made the bed up for you, clean sheets and pillowcases. I opened the window as well, to air it out, since it's usually closed up and unused.” She explained to him, pulling out a pan and setting it on the stove, clicking on the gas burner.

“I do need to warn you, that the hot water tap in the upstairs bathroom, doesn't work.”

“Is there something wrong with the hot water heater?” Sy asked, lifting a brow at her.

“Not that I'm aware of, but I also don’t know crap about them, so I wouldn't know where to look or how to fix it, without replacing the thing completely. But, I don't think there is a problem with it.”

“Why's that?”

“Because, the hot water in all the sinks work, and the hot water in my master bathroom works as well.” She explained to him, whipping up a pancake batter, while the pan heated up. “I just don't understand why the hot water in that particular bathroom doesn't work.”

“Has it worked at any point, while you lived here?” Sy asked, watching her.

Lily paused and sighed, her brow creasing as she stared off in the middle distance for a moment, trying to recall. “I don't think so.” She finally replied, going back to the batter.

“Hm.” Sy frowned, his own brow deeply creased as he mauled over the numerous reasons the hot water wouldn't work. “I'll check it after breakfast.” He answered, pressing his lips together. “Do you need any help?” He asked, watching her fuss over the rest of breakfast.

“Yeah, can you flip the pancakes for me.” She nodded, side stepping the stove, so he could flip them.

Sy nodded, taking up the rubber spatula she was using and gripped the handle of the pan, carefully working the edge of the spatula around the sides of the bubbling pancake, before slipping it under and flipped it, quite unsuccessfully, splattering half cooked batter all over the pan. Lily saw it from the corner of her eye and laughed, shaking her head at him.

“Have you never flipped a pancake before, Captain?” She teased, turning to face him.

“I have, I'm just shit at it.” He replied, grinning at her, but Lily could see the warmth seeping into his hairy cheeks.

“Here.”

Lily stepped between Sy and the stove, gripping his hand, that still held the utensil, and guided him to the other pancake in the pan, gently slipping the edge of the spatula under it, and with a quick flick of their wrists, she helped him flip over the pancake, perfectly.

“See?” She smiled up at him, her blue eyes filled with pride. “You just have to do it quick and steady, like ripping off a plaster.” She picked up the batter and poured some of it into the sizzling pan. “Give it a minute, then try flipping it again.”

With that, she turned back to what she was doing, dicing up some potatoes. “Look at you!” She exclaimed, watching Sy's smooth pancake flip.

“You're a good teacher.” He smiled at her, setting the finished pancakes on a plate beside the stove.

“Would you like bacon or sausage?” She asked, opening the refrigerator again, turning her head to look at him, a brow lifted in curiosity.

Sy licked his lips and got a funny feeling in his stomach, something he had never felt before, not even as a young boy. He felt like he—belonged, here and now, with Lily. It was a natural feeling of domestic belonging, like there was a oneness between them and he had found his rightful place in the world.

“Sy?” Lily frowned at him, concerned.

She saw that far off look in his eye and worried he was having a flashback. She had seen him have them before, and after the first one, where he nearly took her head off, Lily learned not to touch Sy, calling his name, usually, did the trick of bringing him back around. But, this time was different, there was a sparkle in his cerulean eyes, and a soft smile on his lips.

“Austin?” She said, carefully, licking her lips and feeling butterflies in her stomach.

Sy blinked several times and focused on her, smiling completely, warm and happy. “Sausage, please.” He finally replied, cocking his head at her.

“Okay.” Lily nodded back, eyes wide like a doe's. “Why don't you sit down and relax, I can finish up.” She suggested, motioning to the table. “Your coffee is getting cold.”

“Sure.”

He kept smiling at her, even as he sat down at the table and sipped his cooling coffee; watching her drop the finely diced potatoes into the pan, stirring them around as they cooked and browned, before cracking three eggs on the edge of the pan and dumped the contents in with the potatoes, then tossed the shells into the empty bowl the pancake batter was in. She kept stirring the browned potatoes and fluffy eggs together, then added sliced up sausage. Finishing it up, she brought the food to the table and Sy served himself, heaping the potato, egg and sausage scramble onto his plate with four large pancakes, drizzling maple syrup everywhere. Lily picked Sy's now empty coffee cup up and filled it with fresh coffee, putting in two sugars and set it back down in front of his plate.

“You know how I take my coffee.” He asked, digging his fork into his mountain of food.

“I've known you for several months at this point, so, it's only natural that I've noticed things about you.” She chuckled, sitting down and making her own plate for breakfast.

“Fair enough.” He laughed, and got down to eating.

After breakfast, and helping Lily wash and dry the dishes, Sy went upstairs to the hallway bathroom to try and figure out why the hot water wasn't coming out of the tap. He tested it, spinning the hot tap all the way over, water jetting out of the shower head. He left it running for several long minutes, touching it periodically, and only found it to be even colder than when it first came out. Pressing his lips together and sighing through his nose, Sy turned the tap off and went downstairs to his truck, taking out the tool box from the back and carried it back inside, removing the faucet cover and checked the valve. He removed the tap handle, unscrewed the plate and reached inside for the valve, finding it was broken.

“There you are, you pesky little shit.” He said, setting it on the sink counter. “I need a new one.” He sighed. “Lily.” He called out, going down the hall to her office.

“Sy?” She called back, her eyes still on the work on her computer screen.

“I found the problem with the shower in the hall bath.” He told her, standing in the office doorway. “I'm going to go down to the hardware store to get a replacement part for it.” He explained, looking her over as she sat cross legged in her office chair.

“Will you be okay, while I'm gone?” He asked, his tone careful.

Lily's shoulders slumped and she looked over at him. “I'll be fine, Austin.” She told him, slightly annoyed with him being so overprotective, though she appreciated it and felt incredibly safe with him around. “Go, and if you remember, can you bring me back some Reese cups?” She asked, as he turned to leave.

“I've got a mad chocolate craving going on.”

“A hot shower and chocolate coming up.” He grinned at her, and left for the store. “Keep an eye on her, Aika.” He whispered to the pup as she laid spread out on the front porch, enjoying the warm rays of the sun; patting her on the head.

Aika huffed at him, before getting up and strolling inside, climbing the stairs and wandering into Lily's office, then laid down at her feet, dropping back off to sleep. Lily smiled down at her, bending in her chair to pat her between her proudly standing ears, then returned to her work. Sy returned an hour later, with four packages of king sized Reese Cups and the replacement hot water valve.

“Christ.” Lily laughed, when he set the candy down in front of her. “Did you buy the store out?” She teased, looking up at him.

“Actually,” Sy grinned brazenly at her. “I did. It was all they had in the little corner store, next to the hardware store.” He confessed, he thought it would be funny to buy them all, and one can never have enough chocolate.

“Thank you.” She giggled, opening one of them up, amused by his sense of humor and popped one into her mouth..

“You're welcome.” Sy nodded his head to her, butterflies filling his stomach hearing her laugh, making her laugh, and gulped as he watched her take the candy whole into her mouth, feeling something stir much lower than his stomach, before turning and going back to fix the shower.

“Is it working?” Lily asked, a little while later, coming into the bathroom to watch him work.

“See for yourself.” Sy replied, turning the tap on and stepping aside.

Lily stepped forward and held her hand out under the streaming water, feeling the pleasant warmth of it. She looked over her shoulder at Sy and smiled at him, proud and amazed. “That's amazing! Is there anything you can't fix?” She asked, drying her hand on the towel hanging on the rack.

“Oh, I'm sure there is.” Sy smiled, leaning back against the vanity. “But, if I encounter it, I'm sure I could figure it out.”

“I'm sure you would.” Lily smiled, patting him on the chest as she went out of the bathroom.

Sy beamed with pride, seeing how happy and proud of him she was, her gentle pat only re-enforcing that fact.

Later that night, Sy took the duffle bag he had filled with his clothing and other things he needed, upstairs to Lily's offered guestroom. It was a sweet little room, the window let in a lot of light during the day and he could see Billie Marlowe's crops and the beautiful night sky as he laid in bed. The dresser was big enough for all his things. He toed out of his boots and sat down on the edge of the bed, then laid back. It was a comfortable bed, more comfortable than the couch and the bed in the motel room he had been renting.

Satisfied, Sy stood, pulled out a pair of shorts and a black tank top, with a bar of soap, and crossed the hall to the bathroom.

He stood under the hot spray of the shower head, letting it seep into his tired and sore body for a while, before soaping up his body, head to toe, rinsed and dressed, before stepping out of the steamy bathroom. He paused in the hall and turned his head, Lily's room was at the end of the hall, the staircase leading into the kitchen between them, and her door was closed. But, he could hear the soft creaks of her moving about her room, no doubt doing the similar ritual he was, before going off to sleep.

Sighing, he went into his room, leaving the door cracked open for Aika to come in and out, and crawled into bed, the washed sheets and quilt smelled just like Lily, and he couldn't suppress the moan that escaped from deep in his throat, pressing the quilt to his nose and inhaling deeply. She smelled amazing, he wondered what her skin smelled like, before drifting off.

Lily wasn't sure what time it was, when she first heard it. At first, she thought it was just part of the dream she was having, but as it came more regularly, she realized it wasn't in her dream, but in the house. Her eyes opened, blinking in the darkness of her room as she laid still in bed, listening intently.

Yes, it was real and in the house, but what was it?

Shaking her head, she threw her blankets back and got out of bed, tiptoeing to her closed door and pressed her ear to the wood. It was a loud whimper, followed by a whine, with other noises mixed in. Daring to open her door, she stepped out into the hall and slowly followed the noise, down to Sy's room. She pushed open his half open door and peeked inside, Aika was sitting on the side of the bed, whining as she looked up at Sy, who was laying on his back, sweaty brow deeply creased and shaking his head, like he was trying to wake himself up, to no avail.

“Move.” He called out, body jerking. “Tristan.” He yelled out, then whined.

“Sy.” She called out to him, standing in the doorway. “Sy, wake up.”

But, he didn't.

Biting her lip, and stepping into the fray, Lily moved to the side of the bed, her stomach clenched as she sat down beside him, waiting for him to suddenly lunge at her, but he didn't. Her heart was pounding as she reached out and gently wiped away the heavy sweat on his brow, he made a sound, between a sigh and a growl as she did, his hands coming up, but fell back to the bed, before reaching her. She frowned at him, stroking the side of his face, his hair was slightly longer than it had been, when he first came. He usually kept it very short, but with her going into the hospital, he had neglected cutting it.

She touched the side of his head, feeling the soft hair just above his ear, then petting down his neck and cupping his cheek.

“It's all right.” She cooed at him in a soft and silky voice. “Ssshh, it's all right.” She spoke to him softly, caressing his bearded cheek with her thumb and rubbed his chest through the thin black material of his tank top.

Sy's wide and alarmed eyes shot open and he snapped upright, gasping for air and shaking, but he didn't lash out at her, like he had on the porch that day. She bit her lip, watching this bear of a man tremble, struggling to control his breathing and so frightened. Lily laid her hand on his tense shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze; Sy's head snapped to the side, looking at her, but not quite seeing her, but the face of the teammate he had been calling out for, one of the first men Sy had ever lost in combat.

“Lily.” He whispered, in a disembodied voice. “What are you doing here?” He asked, suddenly sounding alarmed and panicked, his sweaty body rigid. “It’s not safe, you have to leave, before more of them show up.” He told her, his voice still sounding discorporated.

“Who, Austin?” Lily frowned, shaking her head at him, not understanding what he was talking about. “Who’s coming?”

Sy’s vision hyper-focused on the small gap between them, twitching quickly side to side, like he was trying to reconnect unplugged wires in his jumbled up and confused mind, struggling to remember if he was in reality with Lily or in the nightmare of a long ago mission in Iraq that had gone bad for everyone involved, changing Sy forever, the first hung thread in a thick web of PTSD and flashbacks. But, the gentle touch of Lily’s hands on him, the soft whisper of his name in her voice, the close warmth of her body and her sweet smell gave Sy the traction he needed to pull himself back to reality and consciousness.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, biting his lip, self-conscious. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s all right.” She replied, then wrapped her arms around him, hugging him against her and rubbing his back. “It's okay, Austin.” She whispered into his ear as he buried his face into her neck. “You're okay. Safe and sound, back home, and with me.” She told him, closing her eyes as his arms wrapped around her waist and he clutched her against his sweaty and shaking body.

“I've got you, Austin.” She assured him and rested her cheek against his temple, tenderly rubbing the back of his head. “I won't let anything happen.”

Sy nuzzled his face into her neck, taking deep breaths to calm himself down and took in the comforting scent of her skin as he did, it helped him relax, as did the soft words she whispered into his ear and the soothing touch of her hand on his head or on his back. He didn't want to let her go, afraid that as soon as he did, she would fade away and the nightmares would come back, having only tricked him into thinking it was her.

Even though her heart thundered in her chest, she made a choice. “Come on, Austin.” She said into his ear, patting him on the back and wiggling in his arms, trying to entice him to let her go, so she could stand up.

“Where?” He whimpered into her neck.

She licked her lips. “Come to bed with me.” She told him, her lips brushing the rim of his earlobe. “Let me hold you and keep the nightmares away.”

Sy moaned softly into her ear, but his arms secured themselves around her waist, shifting her into his lap and stood, picking her up, still very unwilling to let her go, even for the minute it would take to go down to her room. So, he carried her down the hall and laid down in her bed, only then, letting her go long enough for her to cover them up and lay down beside him. Sy turned onto his side, wrapping his arms around her and hugged her against his body, his head laying on her chest.

Lily frowned, sympathetically, down at Sy, caressing his head, neck and shoulders, whispering soft things to him, soothing and lulling him back to sleep, with the pound of her heart in his ear and the pillow-y warmth of her skin and breasts under his head.

“My sweet bear.” She cooed at his sleeping form, then kissed the top of his head.

#Henry Cavill #HenryCavill #Southern Generation #Southern Generation *fic*#viking-raider fics #captain syverson #Syverson #Austin Syverson #Syverson/OFC #Syverson x OFC #Sand Castle #Lily #Hurt/Comfort #PTSD #Domestic Kink #Language #Fluff #Angst

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cloudybarnes · 4 years ago

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Glasses | S.R

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

Summary: Spencer taking Y/n to the optometrist when he notices her vision isn’t very strong

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: None

Masterlist

A/N: (Also the vibes from this are like Y/n and Spencer have been together a long time just by the way they interact, so it’s not really honeymoon-phase cute but more domestic cute!)

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Working for the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit had been a dream of yours ever since you got into criminology and psychology. Working alongside your boyfriend is ever better.

Reid grumbles a bit as you place some more of your paperwork onto his desk. You giggled and lightly kicked his foot from under the desk. Your desks were right across from one another, so you always were able to help each other when needed.

"I'll do this last one for you, then I'm done, okay?" He bargained with a small smile.

"But I'm not close to finishing yet! You'll be waiting for me to go home anyway," you pleaded, trying to muster up the best puppy eyes you could as you held out a few more documents. "I promise, just these few more and I can do the rest."

Reid sighed and snatched the documents from your hands, "You're lucky you drove us here, and I don't want to be out too late."

You chuckled and pulled yourself forward and leaned over to press a kiss to the tip of his glasses-covered nose. "Thank you, handsome."

Spencer blushed and went back to do his work. You did the same, trying your best to work through these documents quick enough so you two could go back to the apartment and watch the show you liked.

Paperwork was always the hardest thing for you to do. You was very slow at doing it, and the whole team could tell. The words printed on the page were always too small to read. Really, it wouldn't hurt to make the font larger.

Normally you would do it away from everyone because you don't like them seeing you struggle to read through the papers, but it's just you and Spence left there tonight. You slightly brought the papers closer to your face and squinted, trying to see exactly what it was you were reading.

Spencer sighed, "Y/n, when are you going to start wearing your glasses? Or at least get contacts if you don't like how you look with them on."

You looked up from your paper to see Spencer staring at you like a lecturing dad. You rolled your eyes lightly, "Contacts hurt my eyes; I don't like how they feel."

"Glasses, Y/n. If you're worried about how you look, I can one hundred percent assure you, you'll still look beautiful with glasses on. A study from a few years ago actually confirmed people find those with rimless glasses to still be attractive as they would be without glasses. The study said that thick-rimmed glasses actually lowered people's attractiveness, so if you were to wear glasses again, you could always jus-"

"Spence, stop." You giggled. "I really appreciate your rambling and information, but I just really don't like wearing glasses. Plus, I haven't had my eyes check in years, so I don't even know if the glasses I have would even be the right prescription."

"We can go get your eyes checked!" He lit up, "We could make a day out of it! We could go to the optometrist, pick out some cute rimless glasses, go to the library and get some books with small print, read those small-print books, go-"

"Spencer! While your make-believe day sounds very fun, I just don't like the idea of glasses. I don't- I don't feel comfortable wearing them." You blushed, kind of embarrassed by all the fuss you were making.

"I don't get why you're so opposed to wearing them. You'd only really use them to benefit yourself while doing paperwork and reading. None of the team will even have to see you wear them if that's what this is about." Spencer grabbed your hand and rubbed his thumb over the back of it.

You looked up at him. He gently smiled at you, trying to convince you with his beautiful smile. You groaned, and threw your head back playfully. "Spencer Reid, you're tough to say no to." You grinned.

"So we can make a day out of it?" He grinned, squeezing your hand in excitement.

"Yeah, we can call in the morning. Let's finish these up so we can go."

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In the waiting room, Spencer placed his hand on your shaking knee.

"Don't be nervous, you're going to look as beautiful with glasses as you do without." Spencer reassured.

You turned to him and placed your hand on his cheek. He smiled and nuzzled his face into your hand. "What would I do without you Spence?"

"Not get your eyes checked?"

"Yeah. I would totally not be here getting my eyes checked if you hadn't asked me to. That's how wrapped around you finger I am, baby."

Spencer blushed at that, and leaned over to hug you and hide his face in your neck.

"Y/n?" The optometrist called. You pulled out of the hug and stood up, pulling Spencer along to the back.

Walking into the room, you sat on the chair and answered some questions he had. Had you had glasses before? Do you remember your last prescription?

Once the questions were done, you looked over to Spencer who gave you an encouraging smile.

"Alright, Y/n, I'm going to put this machine over your eyes and flip between two lenses. All you have to do is tell me which ones make the chart most clear. That sound good?" The optometrist confirmed.

"Sounds good," You replied.

He put the machine on your head and had you look through the lenses.

"Okay, so one," he flipped from the first lens to the second, "or two?"

"Uh, two."

"Alright, so two or three?" He flipped to another lens."

"Three, definitely."

Spencer chuckled at this.

"Nice. Now, three, or four?"

"Three still."

"Okay, five or six?"

You stared at the one he put on your face. "Can you switch back to five?"

"Yeah, so here's five." He set it to the fifth lens and waited a few seconds, "and here's six."

"Okay, I guess five."

"Last one, three or five?"

"Three."

The optometrist pulled the machine from your face, and you were met with Spencer's beaming smile. The optometrist spoke to you, "Alright, Y/n, you're all set. We've got your new prescription that I'll put into lenses. Just go out and pick your frames!"

"Thank you!" You got up out of the chair and Spencer instantly grabbed your hand, pulling you out to look at the frames.

"So, either thin frames or those frame-less ones. Unless you like frames and don't agree with the statistic which is okay as well. Maybe we could just-"

You cut him off with a giggle, "Let's go take a look, yeah?"

Spencer eagerly pulled you over to the glasses rack, and started pulling some off the shelves.

"Oh, look at these!" Spencer pulled off the shelf a pair of light brown, thin rim glasses.

You gasped, "Spencer, these are actually so pretty."

His face lit up, "Let's get them! You're going to look so pretty in these glasses, baby, I just know it."

Your heart fluttered at his words, "Alright, let's go tell him we found the ones we want."

After getting the glasses fitted to your face, you and Spencer were finally on your way to his favorite bookstore.

As you drove there, Spencer placed his hand gently on your leg. “I’m proud of you for doing this, Y/n. I know you were hesitant to get glasses, but it’ll really benefit you moving forward.”

“Yeah, thanks for being the one to push me to get them, Spence.” You quickly glanced over to him, seeing a bright smile to his face.

Once we pulled into the bookstore, you flipped down the car mirror and fixed the glasses on your face. Spencer grabbed your hands to stop them from tilting around the glasses.

With one hand he held yours, and with the other he cradled your chin to pull you to face him. Gently, he placed his lips on yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you lightly breathed into the kiss.

As quickly as his lips touched yours, they were off again. Opening your eyes, you saw Spencer grinning down at you. He titled his head lightly, “come on, let’s go get some small-print books.”

#spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer Reid #spencer reid one shot #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #jennifer jereau #Penelope Garcia #Matthew Gray gubler #matthew gray gubler imagine #my writing

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anyarally · 4 years ago

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Logan Meets a Mer

Sanders Sides Fanfiction Virgil X Logan (Analogical) 3,133 Words Ao3 Link

Logan was out on the sea yet again, dragged along with Roman and his self-proclaimed ‘merry crew’. He usually stuck to the lower decks, at his desk trying to study and write about any new findings he procured on these trips, but Roman called him and Remus, his co-captain and twin brother, up to the upper deck for a ‘bffs meeting’ as Remus called them. Or, you know, a top-secret meeting for the higher ranks, but tomato tomato. Little did he know he'd see something unbelievable that day.

Logan sighed, putting a ribbon in his journal and his quill in his ink jar and going upstairs to where Roman and Remus were.

“Sir, this really isn’t a great time, I was about to-“

“Specs! How many times do I have to tell you now to call us sir! We think of you as an equal.”

“Yeah Logie-bear! Just because we’re captains and you’re not and we’re cool and you’re lame doesn’t mean we’re better than you!”

“Well, sirs,” Logan adjusted his glasses, “maybe if either of you simply called me my name, I wouldn’t be so inclined to not call you yours either.”

Roman loudly clapped his hands together, “Anyway! I have some very important and top-secret news for you all!”

“We have some top-secret news for you all! Jesus, Roman!”

Logan cleared his throat, “First of all, if both of you knew it shouldn’t be ‘you all’. Secondly, could you two please just tell me?”

“God, Logan, you’re no fun! Whatever,” Remus led the way to the back of the upper deck, pulling back a curtain to something Logan had never seen before. And that was saying something.

Logan looked up, mouth agape, at a merman. He always assumed they were just legend, he could barely believe his eyes. He slowly walked up to him, but when the merman started hissing he stopped advancing. The merman had short shoddily cut hair, giant pointy teeth, beautiful dark scales that shined purple in the light, left eye purple, right eye green, and scales on his face, specifically under his eyes.

“I, erm, you’re… magnificent.” Logan gaped, looking up at the mer.

The mer only hissed again, but if Logan hadn’t been so flustered himself he would’ve noticed the red forming on the fleshy parts of his face. Then, suddenly, the beautiful creature screamed .

A demonic double voice emanates from the beautiful beast, causing Logan, Roman, and Remus to hurriedly cover their ears. Eventually, it got high enough to break a glass mug, and then the mer took a break to breathe some.

Once he was done, Remus took down the net and looked at the two agape men, “Let’s get him downstairs. We don’t want the rest of the crew to see him.”

Logan and Roman nodded, finally broken from the trance, and helped Remus carry the now exhausted mer.

They laid him down in the tub for now, and Roman and Remus left, leaving Logan to watch him.

Logan scanned over the beautiful creature with his eyes, noticing his chest moving up and down. He has lungs. Good. He gently brushed his fingers against his tail, noticing the scales don’t feel… healthy. If he had been with the brothers when they caught the merman, he would’ve thrown him right back overboard. It’s dangerous and harmful to keep native sea life for too long, even though Logan wanted to study it far more than the crew presumably wanted to sell his scales.

Logan sighed, went to his room, got his journal and quill, and came into the bathroom to sit on the floor and write until the mer wakes up.

Sure enough, after about an hour and a half, the beautiful merman woke up. He slowly blinks his eyes open, but when he sees Logan, immediately starts hissing.

“Shh! You don’t want the boys to come!”

The mer turned his head in a questioning manner but ultimately quieted down.

Logan let out a relieved breath, “Thank you. Now, can you understand me?”

In response, he got a garbled mess of what sounded like dolphin noises? But then the mer coughed and replied, “Sorry, haven’t talked above water in awhile.”

“Fascinating! Do you have a name? Have you been above water before? Are your scales supposed to feel like that? Why do you have hair? Is heterochromia rare for merfolk too? Do baby mers nurse? How-”

“Hold up, you need to calm down like holy shit humans can talk. My name is Virgil. That’s all you really need to know right now.”

Logan sighs, “I suppose. Nice to meet you, Virgil, I’m Logan.” he held out his hand for Virgil to shake, and he just looked at it. “Very well, I understand your lack of trust towards me. If it means anything to you, if I were on the upper deck when you were caught, I wouldn’t have let them bring you on the ship.”

“Them?”

“Roman and Remus, the co-captains of this ship.”

“Co-captains?” Virgil said skeptically.

“I know, it’s idiotic, but their father only had one ship to give and they kept arguing about who could own it, eventually coming to the consensus that they could both be captain.”

They talked back and forth for about half an hour when Virgil started scratching at his scales. Logan grabbed his hand, and Virgil yanked it back aggressively, gently cradling it close to his chest.

“Apologies, I’m aware you’re not fond of… touch from me. I was simply trying to stop you from scratching, it can’t be good for you.”

“It gets this way when it hasn’t been in saltwater for too long.” Virgil snapped, anger clear in his tone.

Logan looked away, mumbling something.

“L? What was that?”

“Could I, erm, would you like me to let you go?”

“Dude that’s literally all I’ve wanted this whole time.”

“Oh. Ah, I see, you never said so.”

“I never thought you would say yes, and I thought my tone gave it away!”

“Apologies, again, I have trouble with emotions and tone and such,” there’s a long stretch of awkward silence, which Logan interrupts with, “anyway, escaping?”

“Oh, uh, yeah man I’d love that.”

“Very well. It’s almost sundown, after then the twins will go to the lower decks for supper and likely a party with the crew, then bed. It will not be suspicious for me to miss this, I rarely come anyway. If we stay quiet, they should not suspect a thing, and even if they hear my footsteps they will assume I’m coming out to look at and chart the stars like I do most nights. As long as we can hide the sound of your tail, we should be set.”

“That’s too many ‘should’s for me to be comfortable with. But, it’s the best plan we’ve got I guess.”

“Indeed.”

That night, everything surprisingly went off without a hitch. Logan managed to get Virgil off the side of the boat unharmed and undetected, but the next morning is where things get a little rough.

Logan looked out at the sea, sighed, and went back to his room. No going to sleep at this point, Logan decided to sit at his desk and write.

‘Sea Log #9.18 (CONT.)

Today, I met a rare creature I previously believed was simply a myth. I suppose the best name for him would be a merman.*

His scales were dark with a purple shine to him, and he thankfully was willing to answer some of my questions eventually,** but on this page, I have chosen to focus on this particular merman’s personality.

Once he trusted me enough to start speaking (English, surprisingly), he told me his name was Virgil. I learned that he doesn’t have many friends under the sea, just one best friend and a brother. His best friend’s name is Janus, he’s half eel as opposed to the more fish-like features Virgil has. His brother’s name is Patton, he’s very similar to Virgil, just with a blue shine to him and different scale placement on his face. He mentioned Patton’s vision is very bad, perhaps I could find a way to get a prescription and make waterproof glasses of some kind.

What am I saying, I likely will not see Virgil again, much less his family. I helped him escape, and I do not regret it.

Apologies, that was a falsehood. I do regret it, but not for the reasons I normally would. I feel something for this merman. I do not entirely know what, but it is something. I do know that I miss him. I miss him in a different way than I miss my work on land, closer to the way I miss my mother and Sparky, but still not quite.

I have made sure to leave space at the bottom of this page, so I will add more later. I believe Roman and Remus may be able to help me with this, but I will have to wait to ask. I didn’t bring any books on psychology along on this trip, and I suspect the twins will be less than pleased at me letting the merman go.

*double-check and correct if needed at a later date

**diagram and explanations on next two-page spread (pages 19-20)

Satisfied with his journal entry, Logan put his quill away and closed his journal, putting it away on the shelf above his desk.

He stretched his arms and glanced into his bathroom, seeing the light coming out and realizing he unintentionally pulled yet another all-nighter.

Sighing, he changes his clothes anyway to make it seem like he had slept, fixed his hair in the mirror, and started heading to the upper deck.

“Lo-lo! You’re finally up!”

“Sir, the sunrise just happened.”

“Ugh, you’re such a downer! Hey, where’d that mer get off to? I haven’t seen it since yesterday.” Roman asked whilst cleaning his sword.

“Sir, he is gone.”

“Gone?! Gone where?!” Remus screamed, Roman paused in his cleaning.

“I, ahem, I let him go.”

“You. WHAT.” Roman loudly stated in the most intimidating voice Logan had ever heard.

“Sir, it was inhumane to keep him here, you must know that.”

“It wasn’t human, Logan! Remus, throw him in a holding cell, we can’t trust him anymore.”

“Wait, sir-” muffled pleas continued to come from Logan as Remus muffled his mouth with his hand.

“Okie-dokie bro-bro!”

Remus quickly threw Logan into a cell, easily ignoring Logan’s cries as he did so. Logan wasn’t particularly known for his brawn, it wasn’t very hard to overpower him.

Remus waltzed on out, whistling as he went.

“Remus, didn’t Logan take the merman to his quarters?”

“Yeah, I think so, should we go check them out?”

Check them out, they did. In his quarters, the co-captains found his journal and Remus of course had no problem invading the sailing master’s privacy, so he opened it up immediately, flipping to the most recent page. On it, Remus saw a two-page spread of the merman, and when he went to the page before, his eyes widened.

“Roman, come here for a second.”

“What is it, Ree? You never use my whole name,” Roman looks over Remus’s shoulder, “holy shit. Remus, I think I’ve got a plan.”

They smirked at each other, taking the journal and going to the cell Logan was being held in.

“Hey, specs!” Roman yelled, causing Logan to quickly look up.

“Look what we found!” Remus holds the journal above his head mockingly.

Roman yanks the book out of Remus’s hand, “‘ I miss him in a different way than I miss my work on land, closer to the way I miss my mother and Sparky, but still not quite.’ You’re clearly in love with him, nerd! He must at least trust you, with all the personal info he gave you, so I think you’d make for perfect bait!”

“Wait, no! You can’t hurt him! It’s not our place, he belongs in the ocean!”

“Ooh, and maybe this Janus and Patton will come too, they sound pretty!”

“No! You can’t!”

The two twins just laughed. Remus opened the door to the cell and grabbed him, holding him while Roman put handcuffs on him, and then bringing him back to the upper decks. Once they get up there, Remus pushes Logan, making him stumble forwards, stepping on a net trap and effectively trapping him.

“Stop this at once! It’s not ethical! It’s not humane!”

“You can just say ‘right’ you know! Ugh, even when you’re dying you’re the biggest nerd in the seven seas,” Roman laughs while Remus just looks to the side.

Roman pulls a lever, pulling the net holding Logan up above their heads and putting him above the ocean.

“No!” Logan grunts, chained wrists grabbing the ropes.

“Yeah, keep that mouth talking, specs! The louder you yell, the faster that thing will come for you!”

Out of spite, the sailing master stays completely silent, not even moving enough to rustle the ropes.

He stays quiet for almost two hours, the co-captains trying everything they could think of without moving him from above the water to make the poor man yell, only making the ropes make some noise.

Eventually, Roman realizes he could look in Logan’s ship log for info on mers, and sees that they have an incredible sense of smell, especially when it comes to prey. They can apparently smell the blood of their prey and their friends, easily differentiating between them.

Roman smirked as he showed the line to Remus, but he just looked away again, “Ro, are you sure about this? I mean… I don’t wanna hurt him.”

“What are you talking about Ree, we need those scales!”

Remus raised his voice, alerting Logan of the argument, “No, you need those scales! I don’t care, Roman!”

“Oh fuck you, Remus. I’ll do it myself.”

Roman uses the lever to bring Logan close. He grabs his foot, yanking it through one of the squares in the net. Grabbing the boot and throwing it into the ocean, Roman uses his dagger and quickly slices the back of the struggling man’s ankle, hitting an artery before he levers him back over the water.

Logan tries to pull his foot back in the net but just ends up making the blood come out quicker.

Off in the distance, they hear a scream. Logan looks out to see a giant splash of water and what looks like but a black spec in the distance. He gulps.

The almost demonic screeching gets louder and louder until they see a giant splash right beside Logan’s net.

Virgil jumped up like a dolphin, doing a flip and diving back in, screeching the whole time. When he resurfaces to the right of Logan’s net, he hovers with the water just under his eyes for a second, and as he rises so his mouth is above water, two mers pop up behind him.

The one on the right of him has green and yellow scales covering the left half of his head, an eel eye on that side and a human eye on the other. The creature has long dark green hair growing out of the human half of his head which floats around him at the top of the water.

The other looks a lot like Virgil, with similar skin and hair tones, but instead of black scales with a purple shine, he has a grey tail with a blue shine to them. His scales also didn’t accumulate in certain spots like Virgil’s, they were speckled all over his face, like freckles.

“Virgil! You have to leave! It’s a trap!”

Virgil looked up towards the yell, eyes widening at the state Logan’s in. His bloody foot, broken glasses, his bruised cheek, and his reddened handcuffed wrists anger Virgil to the core. He sternly but lovingly says, “It’s okay Lo, we’ll get you out of there.” Virgil turns back to the co-captains, “Let him go, or we’ll sink your ship and take him ourselves!”

“Or,” Roman pulls out a pistol, mahogany with gold accents, and aims it at Logan, “We could shoot him now, and no one wins! Or I suppose you could give yourself and your little buddies over and he lives, whichever you prefer.” Roman smirks.

Remus gasped as he pulled out the gun and aimed it at Logan. “Ro, aren’t we taking this too far? We can’t kill Logan, right?”

“We’ll be fine without a sailing master for a couple days, Ree, we’ll kidnap a new one soon enough.”

“Roman, that’s not why and you know it!”

“Jesus Christ, Remus, we’re not gonna just give up mer scales for your stupid crush!”

“Why you-“ Remus growled, tackling Roman, making his finger slip and shoot the gun.

Time seemed to slow down for Logan as he did his best to get out of the way, the bullet hitting his shoulder. He yelled out, and Virgil screeched.

Virgil looked to the co-captains, eyes turning black, but was surprised to see Roman unconscious on the ground.

When everyone was shocked by the gunshot, Remus had hit Roman in the head with the butt of his dagger, effectively knocking him unconscious.

Remus and Virgil made eye contact, Remus sighing, “If I get the net into the water, can you help him? We don’t have a doctor.”

Virgil almost couldn’t hear Remus’s uncharacteristically quiet voice, but responded with a nod, “My brother knows healing magic.”

“Good.” Remus cut the rope to the net, making it fall into the water with a giant splash.

Virgil and the other mers immediately dove under, Virgil getting to the net first and cutting Logan free with his sharp teeth.

“Janus, cast the spell.”

“Got it,” the eel mer closed his eyes and brought his webbed hands to his temples, opening his now glowing eyes and saying, “KFIV VMVITB MLG HPRM ZMW YLMV IRHRMT ORPV GSV HSVKZIW GLMV.”

Logan opened his eyes and gasped, breathing water, and looked around confusedly. When he reached out for his glasses, he put more strain on his bullet wound, making more blood to float out of it and disappear into the water.

Virgil grabbed Logan’s glasses and handed them to him, continuing to scoop him up in his arms. “Shh, you’re okay now. I’ll explain everything as soon as we’re somewhere safe. Patton?” he held Logan out to the mer with a blue shine.

Patton nodded, gently touching Logan’s uninjured arm. Logan watched in amazement as the injuries on his arm and ankle went through an accelerated healing process, the bullet floating out of his arm and both wounds closing up until they were simply scars.

Virgil thanked the now panting Patton and closed his eyes as giant shadows enveloped the three merfolk and one human, transporting them away from Roman and Remus’s ship.

Don't freak out, there will be a sequel! It'll probably be in a bit though. I've already picked a prompt for it and a basic story outline though, so it's happening! Sorry this last chapter is so short, I just really felt that's where it ends. Oh and just an fyi Logan is (or was lol) Roman and Remus's sailing master, but he was not kidnapped! Pirates often kidnap sailing masters but Logan was there willingly. :) Everyone who read this story, you get a cookie! Anyone who solves the cipher gets a second cookie! Prompt: Trapped in a net

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marvelsdc22 · 5 years ago

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One Last Time (pt. 4)

Intro: Hello, lovelies!! I’m sorry for the delay, but here is the next part to One Last Time!! Let me know what you think! The last part is next week!! :)

Note: Y/N is a lead singer. Kara still has powers. Angst starts to hit in this chapter. Songs are This is Not Goodbye by Sidewalk Prophets and I Hate Love Songs by Kelsea Ballerini.

Word Count: 2042

Part 1 2 3

A few weeks later, you had still kept the whole thing a secret minus Eddie who now knew everything as you sat at the doctor’s office, waiting for them to tell you pretty much exactly what you already knew “Are you sure you don’t want to try chemo?” Your doctor had asked a few weeks back, knowing it might not work to save you, but he said it would give you more time to which you said no since you knew what chemo did to people and you wanted to be yourself as long as you possibly could.

“How are you feeling today, Y/N?” The doctor asked as he sat down on the stool next to the bed you were currently sitting on “As good as I can feel, I guess” you said, looking at him “What can you tell me?” You asked, looking at him and just wanting an update so you could go home, you had plans that may or may not include Kara “Well, nothing has really changed, I have gotten a prescription to help you get through for a little bit, but they will only work so much… I’m sorry, there’s not much else we can do without the chemo” he said, looking at you and wanting you to change your mind but your shook your head “No chemo, I’ll be fine” you said, knowing you wouldn’t but you didn’t want to change your mind “Okay… Come back next week” he said, looking at you and watching as you nodded before you left the hospital.

When you got back to your hotel room, you sighed as you dropped your stuff onto your bed and plopped down next to it, rubbing your face as you thought, the cancer was really taking its toll on you and you were more exhausted than you usually were, you knew people were noticing how you were acting differently but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell them, jumping when your phone went off and digging around your bag for it “Ah hah!” you exclaimed when you found it, pulling it out and seeing a group text with you, Lena, and Alex in it.

So, what are we doing for Kara’s birthday? – Alex

Wait, her birthday is coming up? – You

Yeah, it’s this Saturday, what are we doing? – Alex

Surprise birthday party? – Lena

Obviously, but what are we doing? – Alex

Well, my band can play, I was working on a new song anyways, we could make it at that new bar that opened up – You

Perfect, I’ll talk to the others and let you guys in on the details – Alex

When you were about to text back, there was a knock on your door “Coming!” You called, locking your phone before going and opening the door, barely having time to react when Kara suddenly pressed her lips to yours “Someone’s impatient” you teased, pulling back and letting her in before shutting the door, sitting back down on your bed and just shoving your stuff out of the way so she could join you “Can you blame me?” Kara asked, laughing as she sat down beside you while you grabbed your song book “Working on a new one?” She asked, scooting closer to you and resting her chin on your shoulder, smiling when you hummed “Play me something?” She asked, giving you puppy eyes and grinning when you rolled your eyes “Fine” you chuckled, flipping through your book before finding one and grabbing your ratty looking guitar.

I can see it in your eyes that you are restless

The time has come for you to leave

It’s so hard to let you go But in this life I know you have to be who you were made to be

As you step out on the road I’ll say a prayer So that in my heart you always will be there

This is not goodbye I know we’ll meet again So let your life begin ‘Cause this is not goodbye It’s just “I love you” to take with you Until you’re home again

Once you finished those few lines, you looked at her and she raised a brow “You’re not going to play more?” She asked, causing you to laugh and shake your head “That’s all I have for now” you said, setting the guitar down and looking at her “What do you think?” You asked, giving her a small smile and watching as she returned it “Sounds like it’s going to be a good song, babe” she said, pulling you closer to her and kissing your head “Lets do something else, eh?” You asked, turning in her grasp and pressing your lips to hers before carefully pushing her back against the bed “Mmm, I like this idea” Kara chuckled, you laughing and rolling your eyes “Less talking, more kissing”.

A few days later, you were helping Alex set up at the bar since you had gotten it to where you rented it for the night “Y/N, that banner is crooked” Alex said, you rolling your eyes before looking at her “Sorry, I’m not tall enough to get it straight, a little help?” You asked, looking at her and watching as she went over and stepped on a chair before she fixed it “Go help Lena” she said, looking at you “You’re so bossy” you groaned, sighing when she gave you a hard look before you went over to Lena “She’s always like this with these things, you get used to it” Lena said, looking at you “We’ll see about that” you chuckled, giving her a smile before helping her out.

You guys got it almost finished by the time everyone started to arrive “We should get set up” Hannah said, looking at you since you were currently finishing up with hanging some lights up “I’ll be there in a moment, go ahead and get started” you said, glancing down at her before going back to hanging the lights up “Just… One… More” you said, stretching as far as you could and managing to hook it before you lost your footing on the chair, bracing yourself for pain only to feel strong arms wrap around you “Falling for me, I see” Kara teased, her having must’ve snuck in and you stared at her and shock before laughing “This was supposed to be a surprise” you whined, looking at her and hearing her chuckle “Hard to when Winn doesn’t know how to keep quiet” she chuckled, gently setting you back on the floor “Of course” you said, rolling your eyes then looking over when Alex came over “Kara? This was supposed to be a surprise!” Alex said, looking at Kara who just smiled at her “Well I love it either way… Thank you” Kara said, pulling Alex into a hug before Alex focused on you “Eddie wanted to remind you to help with set up” “Yeah yeah, I’m going” you said, kissing Kara’s cheek before heading towards the stage.

Once you were on the stage and helping set up, Eddie pulled you to the side “You need to tell her” he said, looking at you and you sighed “How? Besides I’m not going to tell her on her birthday that her girl/boyfriend is dying” you said, looking at him and hearing him sigh “I don’t know, but she needs to know” Eddie said, glancing over at Zeke when he said they were ready “Can we discuss this after the party? I don’t feel like being lectured” you said, looking at him and watching as he crossed his arms and sighed “Fine, but as soon as all this is over, I will lecture you into the ground” he said, trying to be stern but he let a laugh escape when you chuckled “Lets do this” he said, walking with you onto the stage.

“Before we get started tonight, I want to wish my beautiful girlfriend Kara Danvers, a very happy birthday! And no, I’m not going to say her age because I know better than that” you said, laughing some when you got everyone to laugh and locking eyes with Kara who was blushing but smiling at you “Anyways, we have a special song to start out with that I wrote for the birthday girl, I hope you all enjoy” you said, flashing one last grin before nodding at Zeke.

I hate Shakespeare and Gosling and cakes with white frosting Two names in a heart-shaped tattoo I think cupid is stupid and violets are purple not blue I hate catching bouquets, the honeymoon phase And letterman jackets don’t fit Your eyes can’t hold stars and you’d die if your heart really skipped

I hate love songs (I hate love songs) Yeah, I really do (I really do) I hate love songs (I hate love songs) But I love you

As you sang, you kept your eyes locked with Kara’s, wanting to gauge her reaction since you didn’t ever really do songs like this, seeing tears flooding her eyes as she moved closer to the stage.

I hate pink hearts with glitter and Valentine’s dinner And roses just die in a week We were drunk when we met so we don’t know our anniversary, woops Oh and I’m far too vain to kiss in the rain The clouds, they aren’t numbered to nine And you make me feel something but it sure as hell ain’t butterflies

I hate love songs (I hate love songs) Yeah, I really do (I really do) I hate love songs (I hate love songs) But I love you, ooh yeah

When Kara was close enough to the stage, you reached out for her and pulled her up onto the stage, giving her a smile and pulling her close to you, gently swaying side to side as you kept your focus on her.

Oh oh I really do

And I’ll always love you but I don’t have to sing it “For worse or for better” don’t rhyme They say I got the right one so now I should write one But I’d rather just show you tonight

'Cause I hate love songs (I hate love songs) Yeah, I really do (I really do) I hate love songs (I hate love songs) But I love you, yeah

You watched as Kara covered her mouth so her cries wouldn’t be heard over the microphone and you smiled at her, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek and frowning slightly when black spots appeared in your vision, but you quickly shook your head and went back to singing.

I hate love songs (I hate love songs) The old and the new (I really do) I hate love songs But I love you

When you finished the song, you looked at Kara and gave her a small smile “I know we haven’t been together long, but I do love you” you admitted softly, knowing you had fallen hard for her and watching for her reaction “I love you too” she whispered, smiling at you before pressing her lips to yours “Alright, lovebirds, we have a set to finish!” Zeke shouted, immediately killing the mood, you turning and flipping him off before turning back to Kara “I’ll find you when I’m done” you promised, pressing another kiss to her lips before helping her down.

After making it about halfway through your third song, you saw the black dots once more and tried to blink them away, stopping mid lyric when you felt lightheaded and causing everything to stop “Y/N, you okay?” Hannah asked, going over to you and resting a hand on your shoulder as you leaned heavily against the microphone stand “I’m fi-“ you started to say before you collapsed, Hannah barely catching you when you collapsed “Call an ambulance!” Zeke shouted, Hannah carefully laying you down “Y/N, what’s wrong?” she said repeatedly, shaking you in an attempt to get you to focus but you looked around with blurry eyes “Y/N, stay with me” you heard Kara say when she rushed to your side, feeling her take your hand and seeing she was saying something but it sounded like you were underwater, looking at her and seeing those bright blue eyes filled with tears once more before everything went dark.

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florenceandthemachine · 5 years ago

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since we’re back on our bullshit pls consider: jackson in glasses and stiles losing his mind at how soft he looks in them thank u and goodnight

now that we.... back on our bullshit?

“hey Siri were we ever not on our bullshit?” “no”

“ok ty”

anyway here’s a little short thing because the only thing Stiles loves more than Jackson is Jackson in some big handsome dorky frames, ahahaha ha h a!!!!!! what a nerd, am I right? h haha hahahhahhh!!!

Jackson would probably get them in college. He’s getting his pre-law stuff out of the way so he can get into law school a year early, and taking an accelerated program even then so he can graduate at the same time as Stiles does with his masters in criminal justice.

(And partially because his parents said that they would pay for his schooling, which in Jackson’s mind meant the sooner he was done with school, the sooner he could burn that bridge and never look back.)

He got accepted into UCLA, and accepted because he wanted to go there, thank you very much, not because most of the pack had been accepted there as well. And Stilinski, for some reason, how had such a weird level of scholarship fuckery that he basically had a full ride—Jackson could admit that was impressive, because if anyone knew what it was like to fuck the system so successfully, it was Jackson.

As great as college would be, as great as it would be for Jackson to become more independent, and more reliant on himself and the pack, as great as it would be for Jackson to have his own “great bi awakening” (”shut the fuck up, Stilinski, I swear to Christ—”).... college would be a whole new realm of issues for him.

The most annoying was easily the least problematic—staring at screens for ten hours a day hurt his fucking eyes.

It didn’t seem to be something that could be helped, either—staring away from the screen helped his supernatural healing kick in, sure, but the irritation came back as soon as he was looking at his laptop.

Old Jackson would have probably shut up and stared at his laptop screen until he went blind, because he was NOT one to deal with things in a healthy manner.

New Jackson was.... a little better, in that it only took him a few weeks before he asked Derek what the fuck was up.

As it turned out, blue light was an issue for werewolves, so that was cool.

It was an easy fix, but that didn’t mean that Jackson was thrilled about it. He had never had to wear glasses before—he had kind of hoped that becoming a werewolf was going to head that off at the pass before even age would affect his vision—so he was less than looking forward to the next pack study session.

As usual, he was one of the last people to show up to the huge table they had basically claimed in the Darling Law Library (it was his week, next week would be in the Biomedical library for Lydia), and he slunk to the furthest end of the table before pulling out his glasses, glaring daggers at anyone who dared to make a remark.

They weren’t bad looking, of course. Jackson had basically picked out the nicest designer frames he could find, ignored anything having to do with a prescription, and paid extra for the blue light filters. The result was something he could live with—a nice dark frame, thick enough to add credibility to his profile without being bulky, stylish in a timeless way instead of something trendy that would be out of season in a year.

By the time Stiles showed up, they had already broken into their little teams—Allison and Lydia were flipping flash cards at a frankly impressive rate, Scott and Isaac were busy working on translations that neither of them were getting quite right (seriously the formal vous was not that difficult) and Jackson was nearly buried behind a pile of books.

Truth be told, he had literally taken less than a minute to forget about the glasses—the relief from his headache was great, but nothing he could really focus on. So when Stiles sat beside him and Jackson looked up, catching his gaze, he literally had no idea why Stiles cut himself off and started to gape at him like a fish.

Jackson did the worlds slowest double take when, typing up several more passages from law textbook, he saw Stiles still staring at him. He moved to push his glasses up, and—oh fuck, that’s right, he was wearing glasses—and suddenly Stiles’ staring took on a whole new tone.

“Can I help you?” he snapped, his self consciousness coming out in a sneered whisper that would probably have been much curler sounding if he had any volume in his voice. Stiles, for what it was worth, seemed to shake out of his stupor.

“No, no, Jackson, you just... I mean... you have really nice eyes. I can’t believe I didn’t notice before.”

Jackson frowns, scanning the heartbeat for a lie, but Stiles is being honest... and that’s something that he’s not sure how to deal with quite yet, so he just shrugs it off.

“All of me is pretty, Stilinski, now get to work.”

As Stiles was so fond of saying, once was an incident, twice was a coincidence, and three times was a pattern, and Jackson was pretty sure that he was up to six times and counting where he had adjusted his glasses, or pushed them up into his hair, or even tapped at the side of the frame, and had Stiles immediately snap his attention to him.

Which wasn’t a bad thing, he figured. He was man enough to admit that he had definitely grown to appreciate how Stilinski grew into himself over their first year of college—gone was the awkward, s scrawny teenager, and in his place was a more confident, self respecting, young adult...

... who just seemed to revert back into a teenager whenever Jackson did something like, take off his glasses. Or clean his glasses. Or push his glasses up. Stiles would always falter in his step, or trail off in his speech, or—as Jackson noted, pulling his glasses off as he pretended to read and sticking one of the arms in his mouth—literally walk into a doorways.

And it just. Kept. Happening.

It got to the point where Stiles got a B on his midterm (which was NOT the end of the world, like Scott kept reassuring him, but for a perfectionist like Jackson... well, he could definitely relate to how stressed out Stiles got about it).

He even started to try to leave his glasses at home when he could, but that was always a recipe for disaster. Because now that Jackson had noticed Stiles looking at him, it was all he could notice, even without his glasses off. The only difference was that he now had a headache, so he was already irritable, which meant he usually started snapping between the second and third time he caught Stiles staring at him, which meant that there was more than one study session where Lydia had sent them all home early.

The most recent of which ended in Jackson, sitting in his car, rubbing his temples and growling, as if that would help the headache. He had all but threatened to gut Stiles if he looked over one more time, and Lydia had taken a minute after declaring the session was over to mentally shake Jackson to death.

“You two get to study alone next week until you can play nice. Whatever the fuck is going on, fix it. With him. Immediately.”

Jackson hated Lydia. Mostly because she was always right.

Since they had been banned from the library by She who Wields the Table Reservations, Jackson had decided to announce that they would be taking a study break—Stiles only seemed too happy to oblige, especially if Jackson’s idea of a night off was terrible food and bad movies. He had threatened Stiles under risk of bodily injury to secure the good couch on the fourth floor of the student union while he went and picked up far too much fast food for two growing boys, even if one was a bottomless pit and one was a werewolf.

“So, are you finally going to ask me out or what?” Jackson asked, an hour into their “study session” where neither of them had even attempted to crack a book yet. After giving up on forgoing the frames, he had started wearing the glasses more and more often—even when there wasn’t a laptop in sight, just a couch and a table littered with wrappers from their greasy, delicious haul.

He figured it was the safest way to address the tension between them. Either Stiles would snap at him and storm off, or laugh about it and shrug things away, or they could actually fucking get somewhere like adults—Jackson wasn’t picky, he just wanted something to fucking progress.

Stiles promptly choked on a curly fry, looking at Jackson like he was crazy, opening his mouth to prepare for what Jackson knew was going to be a protest—so he was surprised when Stiles closed his mouth again, tilting his head.

“Fine, but you better be taking me somewhere nice.”

Jackson laughed and threw another fry at him, shaking his head. “Fucking finally. Here I thought you just liked me for my glasses.” he said with a smirk, looking at Stiles over the rim of his glasses in a way that he knew would have Stiles blushing so prettily in no time flat.

Stiles tiled his head a little at that, a small smile on his face. “Don’t get me wrong, the glasses look is definitely... I mean, it’s.... god, you’re so pretty, but dude, just ask Lydia. I’ve been gazing longingly at you ever since you announced you wanted to go into family law to help make sure no kids wind up in your situation.”

Jackson frowned—that was at the beginning of freshman year, just over a year ago, there was no way—but Stiles heart was ringing true.

Oh.

“Oh.”

Jackson pinked up, and Stiles crooned.

(On Halloween, Stiles talks Jackson into doing a couples costume—Batman and Superman. Jackson shows up to Stiles’ apartment in a suit, tie, and his glasses, and Stiles—clad in his Batman suit—is pissed. All Jackson has to do is open his button down shirt to reveal the big “S” underneath and Stiles has to pick his jaw up off the floor.

“My hero.” he breathes.

They barely make it to Lydias party before midnight.)

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kathleen-meyer-lyme-survivor · 4 years ago

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DISCLAIMER: I have signed a waiver and become a contributor to an upcoming book by a fellow, healed Lyme patient. Some or all of this story may be published in the coming months. I have added and updated some of this information 9.12.2020, so hopefully I will not violate any copyright laws.

NOTE: Do not assume everything I write here or on my Facebook Lyme page will help. Everyone heals differently. Working with a knowledgeable, sincere doctor and finding the right combination of medication, herbs, personal lifestyle and diet changes will help. One size doesn’t fit all for Lyme disease treatments. Don’t be afraid to research and consult with your doctor. Get a notebook and write down EVERYTHING; diet, exercise, symptoms, dates, times, and ANY physical or emotional stress-causing events. Stress seems to be the biggest culprit of all diseases. Hypocrites stated, “All disease begins in the gut”. HE WAS RIGHT!!

NAME: Kathleen Meyer

I live in Northern VA. I am a retired, 60+ year old Grandmother. I am widowed, and I was living alone when Lyme hit. Symptoms began between September 12-14, 2012.

BACKSTORY: September 12, 2012. I felt something prick my lower back. When I reached around to check, the area was very hot to touch. This was in my car in Reston, Virginia, on a 90+ degree day. I had left the car windows open slightly during the work day.

The previous two weeks, I had been on vacation to the Pacific Northwest, to visit my Sister. While there, I visited a national park, which is highly populated by deer and other furry animals; large and small. There was hiking and a few photo ops while sitting on a rock wall. Deer roam around freely in the town where my Sister lives.

After going to my family doctor almost daily between 9/14-10/12 to complain of strange symptoms, I was finally tested for Lyme, West Nile virus and Rocky Mountain Spotted fever. My doctor was skeptical at first, but I kept insisting the symptoms weren’t normal for any flu I had ever had. When I mentioned living by woods and recently spending time in a national park, I was taken more seriously.

I was diagnosed with Lyme on October 12,2012, (clinically by relating symptoms) and blood work. Side note: Because I had Mono at age 18, I was also diagnosed with Mono “exposed”. I was instructed to go home, stay on bedrest and get clearance from an infectious disease doctor, before returning to work. I was on sick leave and coworker’s leave donations between 10/15-11/13/2012. I was also instructed NOT to work or look at work email while out sick; which I now understand completely. The philosophy seems to be, “Being out on sick leave means you’re too sick to be at work, so don’t try to do any work at home”. Never mind that after two weeks of bedrest, going stir crazy and wanting to do something, is very normal.

TREATMENTS: I was immediately placed on Doxycycline 200 mg, by the family doctor, for 20 days. That didn’t work. Then Doxycycline 200 mg for 10 days. When that didn’t work, there was 30 days additional. When I ran out, I waited between prescriptions about a week or two, to see if symptoms would come back. Symptoms kept coming back. I was on/off Doxycycline for a total of 60 days. My insurance company wouldn’t authorize more than 60 days, so I was given Cefuroxime 500 mg for 30 days.

NOTE: At the beginning of the Cefuroxime prescription I doubled the dose for the first 4 days, just to see what would happen. I realize that wasn’t a very smart thing to do, but I wanted to kill what was making me so sick. After the 4 days, I used the prescription correctly. At the end of the 30 days, no symptoms returned.

NOTE: I always eat yogurt in between any oral antibiotic dose. The reason is because all antibiotics kill all bacteria, including the beneficial bacteria we need in our gut, where the main part of the immune system is located. The other part of the immune system is our brain. The brain and gut communicate with each other UNLESS we have an illness like Lyme. The brain is affected and doesn't communicate correctly with the gut during Lyme, and probably during other autoimmune illnesses.

MYSTERIOUS SYMPTOMS BEFORE TREATMENT: High blood pressure, cardiomegaly, chronic bronchitis, prolapsed mitre heart valve, GERD, Barretts esophagus, large hiatal hernia. Other symptoms; short term memory issues, difficulty with vision, floaters, reading, sensitive to bright light and sunshine. Difficulty walking, bumping into walls, problems with grip and dropping things. Insomnia, sometimes several nights in a row. Constant buzzing, tingling, pain throughout my entire body. Chest pain, head and neck pain, difficulty with bowels, difficulty swallowing and anxiety from feeling so ill for no known reason, except Lyme. I was able to swallow correctly again, after an endoscopy and scraping of webbed growth (non-cancerous).

WHAT THE WORLD NEEDS TO KNOW: ALL doctors, nurses including E.R. personnel need to be made aware of how many hundreds of symptoms Lyme can have. It is known to mimic at least 400 other illnesses and syndromes. Millions of people worldwide are being mis-diagnosed or given catch-all diagnosis out of frustration. Doctors have about 15 minutes per patient and don’t have time to research and address everyone’s symptoms. More research is needed and the patient’s symptoms need to be taken more seriously. The phrase “The customer is always right”, needs to apply to patients as well. Haphazard treatment of symptoms and covering up symptoms DOESN’T WORK FOR LYME!!

NOTE: Most medical schools are funded by big pharma. They do not provide enough education to upcoming doctors about Lyme and similar illnesses. They don’t stress enough on nutrition or healthy eating as a benefit to patients. I have asked my doctors and chiropractor about this, and they said the same thing.

Do NOT listen to any doctor who tells you your child has “Growing Pains”. Find a doctor who is knowledgeable about Lyme, preferably a young doctor with a growing family of his/her own. My family doctor diagnosed and treated me correctly, was THAT doctor, not a specialist, a general practitioner.

HOW HAS LYME CHANGED MY LIFE; GOOD AND BAD: Lyme caused me to be bedridden for over 3 weeks, afraid to drive for fear of getting lost, and feeling like I had early onset Alzheimer’s. I now feel that it was an eye-opening experience, which awakened me to how poorly I had been managing my diet and exercise on a daily basis. I also believe the 2012 influenza shot might have been flawed, because I never felt healthy after that, and it possibly weakened my immune system so Lyme and Mono could sneak in.

I went from quick and easy meals and very little exercise to self-improvement. I learned from the Lyme pages on Facebook from reading other people’s stories. It was almost like putting a really large jigsaw puzzle together, very slowly and not having all the pieces in front of me.

SOMETHING I DO NOW THAT I NEVER DID BEFORE LYME: I now pay closer attention to my physical and emotional health, what foods I eat and the amount of daily exercise I get. I also developed pre-diabetes type 2 during the Lyme period. I am now eating real food and watching my weight in order to keep the pre-diabetes under control, without medication.

NOTE: Doctor’s won’t tell you unless you press them, that medication for everything is NOT the best way to control anything, because you’re stuck on the medication for the rest of your life. Our bodies are capable of healing, with help by US.

THE MOST FRUSTRATING PART OF LYME DISEASE: I would have to say, lack of compassion for what patients are going through on the part of medical professionals, insurance companies, news media, and the general public. “Take these pills and you’ll feel better”. This doesn’t work with Lyme disease; trust me. However, I know many people who believe everything their doctor says and I hear, “My doctor says it’s__________. More research is needed and the actual CAUSE should be researched and treated instead of pills to cover up underlying symptoms.

MY BIGGEST SUPPORTER(S): I have a private Facebook page called “Where is Lyme Disease”, which has 249 members. I consider all of them to be my supporters; we support each other. I have been posting there since March, 2015, before any of us realized Lyme is EVERYWHERE!! I HAVE POSTED HOW I TREATED, HEALED AND WHAT I AM DOING NOW TO STAY HEALTHY. Those answers were not readily found using an internet search in 2012. Everything I post on the page is from what I went through. I am trying to help others with Lyme get through it and not give up.

I give all credit to healing to authors of books about Lyme struggles. There are too many to mention, but “Cure Unknown” by Pamela Weintraub was the best one. I read it several times, because the first time I tried to read, the words ran together and blurred because of Lyme. I am now able to read again, and have re-read several books I couldn’t comprehend before. If there’s a diagnosis of ADD or ADHD, suspect Lyme!!

BIGGEST DAILY STRUGGLE: Praying it never comes back and thanking God for every day which I am granted. Experimenting with different diet plans and keeping healthy. Getting away from white sugar, white flour and other overly processed, easy to fix foods and getting real food into my body is a daily challenge.

Continuing to learn about and helping others deal with Lyme. I have helped quite a few people NOT give up. I wish I could help everyone or was a millionaire so I could donate money for a cure.

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kpopisamood · 5 years ago

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Queen’s Clan { 1 }

Summary: y/n is plagued by nightmares. She realizes that the more she runs away, the less frequently they haunt her. However, in running away, she’s also running straight into her ultimate demise. Will she be saved in time by those who would lay down their lives for her, even if they don’t know of each other’s existence?

Monsta X/Reader, Human/Vampire(s), Reverse Harem, future smut?, violence, language

Word count: 2.35k

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My queen.

Your highness.

Blood of my blood.

Trick.

Bébé.

My liege.

Lover.

With a startling gasp, you’re brought out of your reverie. They’re back again. Closer.

“Earth to Y/N! You’ve got customers!” Your manager shrieked at you.

You quickly shake your head and put away the rag you’ve been using to clean the same spot for the past few minutes and try to focus on the ever growing line in front of you. It would be a long morning of people demanding soy this and nonfat that. You took a deep breath to prepare for the oncoming onslaught that was coming your way and put on your best fake smile to welcome the next guest.

Hours later, you’re finally off of your feet and chilling out in the back room for your fifteen minute break. Your mind is wandering back to the voices you heard this morning. All very different and saying different things, but the meaning all the same.

How long have you been here? Surely, it hasn’t been long, right? It’s August now, and you settled down in this area around May. Was it already time to leave again?

You had grown accustomed to your frequent nomadic lifestyle, sure. However, picking up everything and moving on was starting to get frustrating since you just started at this new job to keep yourself afloat. But you couldn’t help it. Once the voices came, it was like a warning of what was to come and you shuddered at the thought of trying to pull the same stunt you did in Denver.

Fighting back only made it worse. You’d be left comatose again and that wasn’t an option.

You’ve gotta keep moving. Perhaps after work you could—

“Y/N! I need you out here!” Her voice was really starting to annoy you but at least you could distract your mind for a few hours more.

Grumbling to yourself, you leaned back to give yourself the leverage of hauling yourself out of the not-so comfortable but welcoming chair and walked on your pulsating feet back to your register to smile at the next guest. Another long line of complicated orders. Just another few hours to go.

As you’re making a specialty item for a group of teenagers on their lunch break, you hear the door hit against the bell. Another customer needing their caffeine fix. In a way, you were like a drug dealer, enabling these people to get the highest they’ll ever be today and smirked to yourself.

The girls waiting around the counter all gasped and whispered in hushed voices, giggling.

Now, you know for a fact these kiddos weren’t laughing at you making their drinks, right? As you’re about to give them a piece of your mind you hear him.

“I’ll have a coffee, black.” He said with a bored tone. Your attention snaps from the girls to a man with blonde hair swept to one side. He’s wearing a gray shirt that accentuates the lines of his body and has a necklace dangling in front. He’s carelessly typing on his phone, not giving you any sort of regard. It wouldn’t have bothered you, had you not already been on edge. You rolled your eyes at him and started getting ingredients ready to make a new batch of coffee.

Once you poured it into a to-go cup, with the new state-of-the-art lid that promoted a cut back on plastic straws, you slid it over to him.

“That’ll be $2.60.” You totaled out for him, and fixed your attention on the register, hand out for his payment.

What you didn’t see was his eyes widening. His head slowly picking itself up to stare at you and your hand. His phone completely forgotten and clutched at his side.

Growing impatient, you looked back to him and gasped. He was staring deep into you but that’s not what scared you. His eyes tinged red for the slightest of seconds and he quickly threw a twenty dollar bill into your hand, grabbing his coffee and just about sprinting out of the cafe.

The girls whined at the absence of his presence impetuously but you paid them no mind. Your earlier negative attitude almost completely diminished. Immediately, your mind tried to come up with a logical explanation. Was he wearing contacts? No, contacts don’t change color, right? Trick of the light? Perhaps, if the lights inside weren’t already dim. Why do you care?

Why do you care?

Your vision blurred slightly before returning back to normal.

Already? In public?

You looked at the clock in panic and saw your shift was just about over. Surely, your boss wouldn’t mind if you left a few minutes earlier? Even if she did, you’d be leaving town soon and starting over anew. Who needed this place as a reference, anyways?

You huffed and made your way into the back room once more, seeing your boss in her low of the day. She’d been taking espresso shot after espresso shot this morning to keep up with the lines only to meet a hard crash in the afternoon. As you’re about to wake sleeping beauty, your co-worker comes in, ready for a shift change and you sent him a relieved smile.

Tossing your apron onto a nearby table, you made your way to your locker. You grabbed your over the shoulder bag and checked your phone for any messages, though you know the chances of seeing any sort of notifications were slim to none. Still, it brought you peace of mind and you shuffled out of the small building into the unforgiving, blistering heat.

How long has it been since you’ve lived like this? Maybe a little over a couple years? After high school had ended, you had these episodes. You had assumed it was your body trying to adapt to a new lifestyle of college and all the new adult things you had to do, but for some reason, it felt like there was something more. Your parents had sent you to countless psychiatrists, therapists, and psychologists to get opinion on top of opinion on what you could possibly have. All gave varying answers to diagnosis with prescriptions filled to the brim of medications that would pretty much put you into a vegetative state.

You had discovered soon after that these episodes would dampen each time you saw a new area. Each hospital you went to for treatment had a completely new environment that you welcomed. Not the hospitals themselves, but the areas around. Simply sitting outside in a new place seemed to calm you down.

That’s when you knew you had to keep moving.

Starting over was hard, but staying in once place brought the attacks.

As you made your way to your car, your mind once again wandered to the voices from earlier today. They only came when things were about to south. A forewarning of sorts. Then, you would start zoning out more frequently. Shadows would blind your vision and chills would overtake you. You’d only tried to fight it off once after being so tired of dealing with it. That was a mistake.

A mistake you learned from.

You quickly started your car and sped to the motel you were staying at. When you parked, you made a beeline for your door on the second floor. You quickly slide your card in and waited for the beep to let you in before chucking the door open and slamming it behind you.

Made it. You smiled softly and almost pat yourself on the back when you noticed the picture next to the messy bed. You sighed and sat down, throwing your keys and bag to the side while looking at the smiling faces. The picture was of you and your parents on a vacation. Times were tough and they couldn’t exactly pay for the most extravagant trip, but you were all excited to stay at a 4-star hotel by the beach nonetheless. It was a much simpler time and you missed your parents if you think too long about them. They were truly supportive of anything you did and wanted to be there with you every step of the way.

But you couldn’t let them. You didn’t know why, or how, but you knew staying near them wouldn’t be good for either party. Your sanity was slowly deteriorating and that was too much for everyone involved. Once you figured out a way to help yourself, you had had a long conversation with them about what you were going to do and how you were going to do it. They were a bit reluctant to let you go so hastily, but they understood this was something you had to do for yourself. They couldn’t send a lot of money, but when they did, it was usually when you were scraping the bottom of the barrel. It’s like they knew in some weird, helicopter parent way.

Thankfully, you had saved a few hundred from tips and whatever you made, so this next trip should be easy. You started packing when you heard an incessant knocking on your door that made you stand up straight.

It’s not the maid, right? Surely, they only came when rooms were vacant. The owner? But you paid for the room a day in advance.

You wearily made your way to the door and chanced a look through the peephole. You scanned around the area in front of your door only to see it empty. You sighed and leaned against the door, bumping your head against it in agitation. You’re losing it again? So soon? Your eyes closed, body sagging to the floor from pure exhaustion. Your feet ached, your legs were slightly numb, and your back and neck felt like you were a senior citizen who desperately needed a chiropractor.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Your eyes popped open as you felt the vibration of the door being pounded once more and pulled yourself up with the swagger of a cripple. Once again, no one was outside. You frowned and slowly stepped back, going through your options like some sort of video game story.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

You could do a few things here. Open the door like the dumb, first person who dies first in a horror flick does, or you could try and find a way out. You weren’t a criminal by any means and the worst thing you did was steal a toothbrush on a field trip to the grocery store with your class which had made you feel horrible. So this couldn’t be the police waiting on the sides of your archway, wanting to pummel in the door and arrest you. You didn’t know anyone here, not really, so it’s definitely not someone you know. It could be your boss trying to give you a hard time, but even then, you hadn’t put the motel address on the work application. Just your parents’ location.

Could it be your parents? They wouldn’t scare you like this.

You slid the lock onto the chain and slowly opened to door, letting the warm breeze into your cool room. Door ajar, but locked provided a small sense of security. You were sure someone could easily just kick the door in and break the chain lock, but that was neither here nor there.

With a sigh, you braced yourself and looked through the small crack.

Nothing.

No one.

Shit, you were losing it. You rolled your eyes at yourself before trying to close the door, only to get it stuck on something. Shocked, you tried putting weight against it, only to have it knock back at you. The edges of your vision darkened and you nearly whimpered at the familiarity of the situation.

You’re hallucinating and you needed to go. Now.

Leaving the door slightly cracked, you packed the remained of your stuff in your duffel bag. Your grabbed your family picture and held it tightly to yourself in one last embrace before packing it gingerly with your clothes and made your way back to your door.

It was closed now.

You breathed shakily as you grasped the doorknob, trying to build up the confidence to throw it open and run.

The moment you did so, you regretted it.

As soon as you threw caution to the wind and ran like hell, you were yanked down by your hair with a cry. Your vision weaving in and out relentlessly, breath coming out in panicked gasps.

Once you were sure it was just your imagination, you slowly made your way down the rickety stairs and towards your car before being thrown to the side by an invisible force.

You looked around in panic to see nothing out of the ordinary which made you that much more terrified. Just as you were about to get back up, you felt a blunt force hit you in your stomach, knocking you back down, face flat against the asphalt.

“SHIT!” You screamed in frustration and pain. Were you drugged? Was your imagination this wild? What the f—

Your slammed back up and then back down with a force harsh enough to bruise. You rolled into your back, trying to alleviate the force, only to get knocked again on your side and then dragged against the rough terrain.

“Please, no.” You begged. You waited once more for this to die out, only to feel a warm drag on your arm. A glance at it and you nearly screamed. Your entire arm was cut from elbow to wrist in one fell swoop.

You need to go. Now.

You huffed. Enough was enough. You slowly tried to pull yourself in an army-like crawl, only to get dragged back.

You were going to die. In a damned motel parking lot like some washed up prostitute. Great.

Just as you were willing to accept defeat, a growl resounded around you. You could hear a blunt object hitting another again and again. You didn’t care, though. You were just thankful it stopped it’s attack on you.

Before you lose all consciousness, you heard the voice. His voice.

“My Queen.”

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #284

“mama, we’re all full of lies / mama, we’re meant for the flies”

When was the last time you changed a lightbulb? About a month or so back I had to change Venus’ heat lamp. Who was the last person you sent an e-mail to? I emailed my older sister the OneDrive link to her holiday pictures I did. When was the last time you visited the dentist? What about the optician? It’s been quite a few months since I went to the dentist for a normal cleaning. I haven’t seen an eye doctor in around a year or so because it’s a less pressing matter, and we can’t afford to buy me new glasses anyway. I desperately need them. Do you sleep on your side, your back or your front? My side, stomach, or like a contortion of both. Would you rather drive or be the passenger? Let me be shotgun controlling the music and I’m set for a long ride. When was the last time you received a handwritten letter? Sara sent me one I think two years ago for my birthday. If you have pets, do you buy them gifts for Christmas or their birthdays? Ha, yes. We don’t know either’s exact birthday though, so we don’t really “celebrate” those. Do you know how to ride a bike? How about ride a skateboard? A bike, yeah. I don’t know how to skateboard, though. Did you get enough sleep last night? How much sleep is enough sleep for you? No. I don’t even know what “enough sleep” is. I’m always tired. What are your favourite condiments? Do you use those often? Ketchup and honey mustard probably top the list, considering they’re the ones I use most. Peanut butter: crunchy or smooth? Do you have a favorite brand? I trust no one who can enjoy crunchy peanut butter. I like Skippy quite a bit. Do you have any life-threatening allergies? No. Have you had to take a COVID test yet? Was it positive or negative? I haven’t needed to take one. Do you think it’s okay to keep cats indoors for their entire lives? They SHOULD be. Cats are very destructive and disruptive predators of once-stable environments. They fuck up the food chain and have done a lot of damage to native populations. This is coming from a person whose house was an absolute NEST for cats to the point they were taken away. They lived outside, and I can only imagine the harm they really caused. Of course, as a kid, I didn’t understand this, but as an educated and experienced adult when it comes to this subject, it’s saddening to look back on. Please, keep your cats inside. AND FIXED. Hence our cat empire lmao. Do you think people should need a license in order to keep animals, just to make sure they knew how to properly take care of them? That would actually be LOVELY. If only. Not that it would entirely prevent illegal ownership, but I like to think most people are law-abiding citizens… Which meal of the day is your favorite? What’s your favorite thing to eat for that meal? BREAKFAST! Cinnamon rolls just gotta top the list. When was the last time you bounced on a trampoline? Would you ever want to go to one of those indoor trampoline parks? It has to have been so, so many years. My knees could NEVER take that now. I’m not interested in that. What’s your favorite thing to put on a baked potato? Butter, American cheese, and bacon bits… yum. Have you ever made money selling stuff online? What was it you were selling? I don’t think so, at least not successfully. Do you have a valid passport? When was the last time you used it? No. What was the last song you sung along to? I’m unsure. I rarely sing along to songs. What was the last piece of fruit you ate? What about the last vegetable? Fruit: apple. Vegetable: ummm I’m actually unsure. Probably broccoli. Have you ever lied to the police or a customs official? Were you ever found out? No. Are you much of a procrastinator, or would you rather get things out of the way so you can relax? I am a HEAVY procrastinator. When was the last time you took an exam of any kind? I don’t know. Probably not since I was in school. What snacks/drinks from your childhood do you wish they still made? Ah man, I know there’s some… just too many to dig through to try and remember. Are you a fan of techno? Yeah, sometimes. Who's your favorite horror movie villain/monster? I don’t particularly like one over the other. What's an 'obsession' of yours that most people would find odd or amusing? Probably how much I love Mark, given that being a “fangirl” is usually seen as juvenile. What's the sweetest thing another person has said or done for you? Probably Colleen letting me live with her while I was homeless for a month or two. Said to me, actually from Colleen’s sister; I was having a crying episode over Jason and she just grabbed my head and told me with such passion that I was so beautiful, strong, and deserved the world. Safe to say I started crying more lmao but at least it wasn’t from sadness. What's the absolute best feeling in the world? Being in love. Does the person you have feelings for know you feel that way? Yeah. Do you like Tim Burton? Um, duh. How do you feel about hypnotism? I don’t believe it works. It’s just the power of suggestion. How do you feel about Pink Floyd? I’m not a big fan, but I like some songs. What’s your preferred way of keeping fit? Is it something you make time to do on a regular basis? You assume I AM fit… but I really am trying to change that with WiiFit again, once the living room is cleaned up. I plan to insert it into my morning routine. Have you ever raised a puppy? Would you want to or would you prefer to adopt an adult rescued dog? Yes, Teddy. Right now I don’t want another dog, but hypothetically, I’d absolutely go for an adult rescue. Who was the last person to come to your house? Were they an expected visitor? My younger sister. Yes. If you work, is your job the same everyday, or does it vary depending on what you have on? N/A Would you ever be interested in owning your own business? Why or why not? Well, I want to be a freelance photographer, so… It’s not off the ground enough for me to *officially* call it a business, but while it’s absolutely so exciting to picture, it’s also very anxiety-inducing, the idea of it (hopefully) getting to that point since I’m dumb as fuck in regards to business stuff. Do you have your driver’s license? If so, did you find it easy or difficult to learn and pass your test? Ugh, I don’t. I need it so badly, I know, but right now, I couldn’t even if I wanted to because my vision is too bad to possibly pass that part, and I can’t afford to see an eye doctor + get a new prescription. If you have pets, how often do you buy them new treats and toys? Venus is a snake, so… yeah, lol. She needs a bigger terrarium, though, but a 40 gallon is expensive. Roman gets a new toy every now and then, but he doesn’t play with them as much anymore. If you had to work a job that required you to do shifts, would you rather work the early, late or night shift? Early. Get it over with. Do you have a favorite type of survey to take? Yeah; I like the ones that make me think or are just questions I definitely haven’t seen before but are also interesting. Some random questions are way too specific to apply to most people. On a typical day, how long do you spend out of the house? Even before the pandemic, usually zero time. Do you live in a close-kit community? Well we’re the new family on the block, so it’s hard to tell quite yet. People were welcoming, though. Do you have a vlog? NOOOOOOOOOO. If not, have you ever considered starting a vlog? No, I would feel WAY too fuckin awkward. Did you go to AM or PM kindergarten? AM. What are your favorite YouTube channels to watch? The whole world knows Markiplier is my true favorite channel, but lately I’ve really been digging pet (particularly reptile or tarantula) channels, Snake Discovery in specific. I’ve been bingeing the fuck outta them. I’ve officially become the “I know more than you” Petco meme lmao. Which relative(s) do you look the most like? Idk. Have you ever watched a live birth video? FUCK no. I never would. That could be so fucking scarring to middle school kids, for Christ’s sake. I’ve never understood why they show them in a lot of health classes. Have you ever given birth? Fuck to the no; never plan to, either. Have you ever wished you were born the opposite gender? Nah. Have you ever worn overalls? Ugh, as a kid. They’re so hideous to me now. If you’re a girl, how old were you when you started your period? I was in the 6th grade, so 11-12. Is your mom mentally stable? I mean she has depression, but otherwise, yeah. What color hair did your first crush have? I can’t really remember who my first crush was with certainty… but I think I might. If I’m right, blond. What was the name of your first crush? ^ in minds, I think Aaron. Did you ever play on Mamamedia.com? Doesn’t ring a bell. Do you remember your first email address? Haha, yeah, it’s still my current one… Did you name your Lego characters? I was more of a Lincoln Logs kid. Do you take medication for anxiety or depression? Both. If so, does it work? Does it help you? Or does it make you feel worse? I’d probably be dead without at least my mood stabilizers. Have you ever had a bag stolen? I don’t believe so. Who was your best friend in high school? Hannia. What book or movie gave you nightmares as a child? Ha, no books or movies, I think, but remember King Ramses from that episode of Courage the Cowardly Dog? Oh, trust me, I HAD NIGHTMARES. What song makes you cry? The most, probably “Eternally Yours” by Motionless In White. I physically cannot listen to it. Does anyone know who your first crush was besides you? Maybe Mom? Idk. How many teachers have you had crushes on? None. Did you make your Barbie dolls get crushes on each other? I actually don’t remember? I don’t think we had any male Barbies, and of course as a little kid raised in the South especially, I didn’t even realize homosexuality was a thing, so we never considered the girls dating. Did your Barbie dolls go on dates? ^ How old were you when you had your first kiss? 16. Do you have scars from self-harm? No, they’re long faded and were thankfully never very severe. Did your hair change at all when you went through puberty? Yep, it gradually turned brown. Are you taller, shorter, or the same height as your mom? We’re the same height. Would you ever consider adopting a child? I don’t want kids, period. The only possible case I see is being a stepmom, but even then I can’t visualize me being one to an actual kid-kid. Just like, maybe a mid-teen and above. Do you trim your own hair? No. What are all the things you remember being for Halloween? I’m very surprised that I don’t remember many at all. I know I was a witch multiple times. What was the name of the first pet that you loved? I adored almost every pet my family has ever had. Our first was a stray cat named Chance we took in. INCREDIBLE animal. What color was your nursery? I have zero clue. Do you exercise regularly? Ugh, no, but I genuinely plan on changing that once the living room is cleaned up and Mom moves into her room. I’m very serious about starting Wii Fit again. I WAS gonna start walking once we moved here, but I found I was too scared to alone. I’m way too paranoid. Do you have a healthy BMI? lol What photo editing software do you use? Lightroom, Photoshop, and very rarely PhotoScape if I’m being lazy with watermarking my photography. Do you live somewhere with lots of livestock or wild animals? Livestock, yeah. You pass cows all the time around here. If you’re in a more wooded area, you’ll find roadkill kinda frequently, sadly. Would you rather live somewhere rural or urban? Rural. It’s the only thing that sucks about our new home – we’re in the suburbs. Is there anything (a hobby, for example) that’s guaranteed to always make you feel better when you’ve had a bad day? Not 100%, really. If the day was truly awful, sometimes nothing helps. If you’re struggling with your mental health, who are you most likely to open up to, or would you bottle it up instead? I vent to my mom the most. What room of your house do you spend the most time in? Is this through choice or necessity? My room, and it’s by choice. The second room that I wanna make my “office” is still LOADED with stuff from moving. If you could design your own garden, what would you have in it? Do you think that dream is ever going to be achievable for you? I don’t want a garden. Does it take you a long time to fall asleep at night? What do you if you’re really struggling to get to sleep? It can take me very, very long. I dread lying down some nights just because I know I’ll be tossing and turning for a good while. If I’ve tried to sleep for a long time to no avail, I do what you shouldn’t do and get back on the laptop. Do you think it’s cruel when people keep exotic animals as pets? Or do you think it’s okay as long as they have the space, time and money to dedicate to them? This depends on the animal and situation. I do believe some rescue cases are justified for the animal’s survival, but as the question mentions, you need to be able to provide adequately for it to be moral imo. I do NOT support exotic pet ownership for the average person. If you eat meat, is there a particular animal you’d never eat? If you don’t eat meat, what’s the reason for it? I could never eat a “pet” animal, nor an animal hunted mostly for sport. Even in survival cases, I’d have a hard time eating a wild animal.

#survey #quiz #questions #questionnaire

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glitchvault74 · 5 years ago

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A boarded up building on a lonely city street. The broken sign reads Jenny’s. It’s the kind of place one looks over during the day, and only notices at night when looking for it. It’s the kind of place you only walk into by appointment or in an emergency...

The current emergency knocks. There’s some movement behind the door before it opens and said emergency walks in. The door shuts behind her and she goes to sit in the “waiting room” where a couple of others are waiting for their appointments or their own issues to be handled...

The doctor walks out, fluffy and warm and comforting. He notices her and walks over.

“Baskerville,” he greets, knowing her already despite the few times she’s visited. “What seems to be the issue?”

“Just some damage to a coolant line,” she says, moving her hand from over the wound and the blue liquid staining her good shirt. “Nothing serious.”

The doctor stares at the blue stain and the hole in her shirt and then facepalms with his upper two hands. “You worry me, Miss.” He looks around at the others. “Anyone have anything that needs to be addressed this instant?”

The few others murmur a bit, but no one voices any complaint. A couple even look at Baskerville in concern and fear of how she’s handling the wound so nonchalantly.

She’s an A-Series, she thinks. She’s been around this block for much longer than these synths. The oldest can’t be anything older than D-Series, if that...

“Baskerville, let’s head to the workroom,” the doctor says, holding out a hand to help her up.

She ignores it and stumbles off to the workroom, and the doctor closes the door behind them. She already left takes care removing her coat and draping it over a spare chair, is a bit less careful with her tie, and even less so with the already ruined shirt.

“Be more careful,” the doctor scolds, moving to help her undress less hastily. “You’ll make the damage worse.” With the shirt off, he helps her onto the table, on her back. “Awake or unconscious?” he asks.

“Awake,” she says.

“A split coolant line means I’ll need to make sure you don’t overheat when I shut it down...”

“I could use a bit of winter already,” she quips at him.

He merely hums and one of his four hands reaches for something. The AC kicks on. He leans over her to inspect the damage. “Baskerville, why does this look like a bullet wound?”

“Maybe because I got shot, Doc?”

He gives her a look. “Do I want to know how or why?”

She sends him a lazy grin. “Probably not.”

He sighs. “The day you don’t come in with a wound like this is the day I’ll have to worry about you...”

“You saying you can fix it, Doc?”

“We’ll see...” He feels along for the seam in her chest plating and she instinctively winces when he finds the break and opens her up.

She looks towards the ceiling. Never was one to want to see what her insides look like.

“I need to reach in and temporarily shut off coolant flow.”

“Yeah, sure, do it.”

“If you get overheat warnings tell me immediately.”

“Fine.” She clamps her jaw tight as the hand rummaging through her torso. If this mothman wasn’t so reputable, she’d have qualms about letting someone mess with her insides like this...

“The bullet seems to have avoided most of your vital components,” the doctor continues. “You sustained some damage to the rigging for your hips. You had trouble walking, I noticed...”

“Nah, that was a different thing,” she says. “Before the bullet.”

“...Well. Do you need your coat patched?”

“Pardon?”

“There’s an exit wound,” the doctor says. “It probably went through your coat too.”

“Ah, shit.”

“Mm. I’ll need to clean the spilled coolant and inspect for further damage. I’ll fix what I can, but parts have been low lately...”

“You’re doing your best, Doc,” she replies. “Don’t worry if you can’t fix an old girl like me.”

“A-Series, right?” he asks. “I’m surprised I haven’t seen more of you in here...”

She looks up and sends him an annoyed look but rolls her eyes at his smirk. “I can take care of myself. Usually.”

“Last time you were here, your hand was held to your wrist by a rubber band that was about to break.”

“But it hadn’t yet, which is pretty good, right?”

“Hmm.”

She rolls her eyes again. The doctor works in silence, cleaning her up, inspecting the damage, muttering to himself about what he has to fix it... She glances up at him. “So...” she starts. “I’ve been wondering... How’d you get into synth charity work?”

He looks up for a moment. “I wouldn’t call it charity work...”

“Community service,” she says. “Rumor has it you’re not from Diamond City. How’d you find out about us and how’d you become such an expert at fixing us?”

“I’m no expert,” he says. “I’m doing my best, but working on what little information I have...”

“Could have fooled me,” she says.

“I’m from another country, originally,” he says. “I moved to America years ago, studied different fields, became a professor at a university elsewhere in this state... I moved here a few years ago after deciding I needed a change... I didn’t expect to come here and take to scavenging for parts to fix those in the synth community...”

“Yeah...?”

“I met a synth by accident. Zephyr...”

“Oh, I know her.”

“She ran into me one night, injured. I frightened her at first, but I noticed her injury and offered to help. That one was a simple job, just screwing in a part that came loose. But we talked, and she showed me to one of the synth settlements, and I spoke with those living there and helped with fixing up others. Some needed replacement parts and told me where to find them... Told me what to be wary of getting said parts... But I got them, I made those repairs, and eventually others came asking for my help and I set up this workshop here...”

“You’re doing a good thing, Cam.”

He looks up at stares at her. She stares back.

“What?” she asks.

He turns away for a moment and comes back with a few ice packs, placing them in strategic positions around her. “You must be overheating.”

“Oh, shut up,” she scoffs. She pauses as an overheating warning flashes across her vision. “Uh... On second thought...”

“I’ll finish soon,” he promises. “Then I can start up your coolant line again and get more in you. After that I’ll need to see if I have A-Series plating to replace the broken sections of your side and back...”

“Aw, don’t waste entire plating on me,” she sighs. “Unless it’s going to fall apart, just patch the holes...”

“...It’s going to fall apart,” he says, quiet enough she can’t tell if he’s lying or not with her overheating mind.

“Fine, fine, just get it done,” she says. She lies her head back and closes her eyes.

“Why don’t you tell me about yourself,” Cam suggests. “What were you like before... this...?”

“The original Baskerville?” she asks. “Would you believe I was a detective?” She chuckles. “I was... following a case alongside a couple of my peers. I wasn’t as deep into it as they were. They definitely knew something I didn’t, but I had a few things on my table that I slid them. It was always more their case, and I was just helping... Just good ol’ Molly, providing a good cup of coffee or some information they needed that I picked up from my own cases...”

“Molly?”

“...I mean, Baskerville.”

“Hmm. Right.”

“Anyway,” she continues. “There’s not really much to say about the original’s life besides that. I’m the same, just... in a different body. Already had no family, very little friends... I wore glasses. I still wake up in the mornings and reach for ‘em only to remember I don’t need ‘em anymore. Still try to adjust them or reach for them... It’s a weird, isn’t it?”

“Not at all,” Cam answers. “You’re not the only synth to have a tick like that.”

“...Huh.”

“So...” Cam hesitates. “Do you... know what happened to the original Baskerville?”

“What’s there to know?” she asks. “Dug too deep into someone else’s business, fell into hell on Earth. Got taken out by the Good Place and put into a synth body, just like the rest of us.”

“Series A... You were one of the first...”

“Before they put in pain sensors and everything.”

“Ah, that explains some things...” His voice seems far away a moment and then returns. “I’ve wondered why Series A synths usually have no issue with repairs like this... You haven’t felt a thing I’ve been doing, then?”

“Eh, it’s a weird mix of phantom sensations and just knowing your elbow deep in my robot guts, honestly...” She opens an eye at the click she hears and looks up again. “Oh. Done already?”

“Not yet,” he says. “Still need to fix that back plating. I’ll need to flip you over.”

“Sure thing, Doc.” She helps him along as he turns her onto her stomach, and she props her head up on her arms. “You know, this is a better surgery than any I got alive.”

“You are alive,” Cam says. “This is a second life, that’s all.”

“Out of what, nine?”

“That’s cats,” Cam chuckles. “You’re a bit more human than that.”

The silence that falls over them is a bit thick, a bit more awkward than she likes...

“Weird thing for a moth to say,” she says, and nothing else.

There’s a second click.

“Done,” he says. He helps her up, using his bottom pair of hands while the top are busy wiping coolant from them onto a towel. “Go ahead and get dressed. Let me get something, just a moment.”

She nods and watches him walk off. She sighs and looks down at her new chest plating... She’ll never get used to this look. She shakes her head and then looks at her clothes, noting that her shirt seems to have been replaced at some point with a new, clean one... She smiles and puts it on, followed by her tie, and finally she picks up her coat and pokes a finger through the hole on the other side... “Hmm, I can patch this,” she mumbles. The door to the back opens and she pulls the coat back on. “What’cha got, Cam?”

“Take your pick,” he says, holding out a cardboard box.

She peers in and blinks. “Glasses.”

“I’ve replaced the lenses or otherwise removed them,” he says. “None of them are prescription, they’re safe to wear... As I said, you’re not the only synth who is used to wearing glasses and finds it odd to be without them...” He motions at her head. “Like why some synths wear wigs if they’re used to having hair...”

She touches the red locks of her wig and then frowns. “Right...” She hesitates but then spies a pair of glasses with purple frames... cute... She takes them out and puts them on and looks at her reflection in the mirror Cam holds up. “Heh... Look better already... Thanks, Doc.”

“Try not to get so serious an injury next time,” he smiles back at her. “I do have other patients to get to...”

She nods and gives a quick salute before heading out. As she sneaks down the street back to her place, she glances up at the moon in the sky...

“Wonder what happened to Valentine and Gray,” she mumbles. But that’s a mystery she’s afraid to solve...

#teashop monsters au #story #Cambria Math #Detective Baskerville

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letters-from-the-three-houses · 6 years ago

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ahh I love your blog!! could I have a dimitri sickfic please, if you're taking requests? he seems like the type to overwork himself (to me, at least :(

he really does!! the poor boy should take care of himself :(

ft. the rest of the blue lions (silver lining for the long wait?) bc they all care about their house leader

enjoy!

edit: every time i publish a request before i go to the school, the moment i arrive to class i always spot typos lol. and this one had a looot. fixed them up!

When the coughing first appeared, he thought nothing of it. They always came and went with a good night’s rest, and he had no reason to think this one would be different.

He was wrong.

Voice hoarse, he kept clearing his throat as he tried to help Annette with her homework. She always had difficulties explaining things properly, and their teacher docked marks because of her lack of coherent thought. So he took it upon himself to tutor her and help boost up her grades. “Imagine the gaits as beats,” he said. “A walk is four—going in the pattern of left hind leg, left front, right hind, right front, and so forth.”

“Left hind…front… Wait, could you repeat that? Which leg then what? This? This? This?”

They had drawn a nice, simple horse illustration on Annette’s papers, her pencil pointing at each stick leg to show which one she was referring to. Dimitri was having trouble differentiating them. He repeated his explanation. “Legs of the same side are back to back—left, left, right, right—while the halves interchange—back, front, back front.”

“So beat one is back left, beat two is front left…”

He nodded, then winced. Okay, that was a mistake. That just made his head hurt. “Yeah, just like that.”

She beamed. “Oh! I see! I think I get it now. Thanks!”

“No problem. What else do you need me to clarify?”

“Nah, I think that’s it. I’ll try to do the rest myself.” Motioning to her notes, she added, “Besides, you’ve helped me a lot! I’ll figure it out eventually.”

“Sure thing.” He rose from the seat, careful not to make any sudden movements. “I’ll get going then, but let me know if you need more help.”

“Yep! Thanks again, Dimmie!”

He stumbled away from a waving Annette, making sure to stand upright and walk in a straight line.

Now I have to feed the horses, go to lance practice, catch up on the assigned readings… Ah, I also promised Ingrid I’d try her new tea. She’s been making good progress with—

Cough.

He sighed. Hopefully this would stop soon.

But as the days went on, the more it took for him to resist barfing.

Placing a hand on the wall, he took a deep breath. Gods, it felt like his skull was cracking open. Everything hurt. Everything was hot. He didn’t even know where he was anymore.

“Common room?” he said to himself. “I think I’m near the common room.”

He had just come from the armoury, hands heavy with all the papers and materials he needed for the task. Felix didn’t realize it, but he sometimes broke the training swords faster than the monastery could replace them. Dimitri had taken up the slack in order to keep it well-stocked, so his friend could continue practicing without hassle.

“…Milord? What are you doing on the wall?”

He turned around. It was Dedue. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just thinking to myself.”

Dedue didn’t seem to believe him, and he bent over to study him with a frown. Or, Dimitri figured it was a frown. He couldn’t see it properly, but he was still conscious enough to realize Dedue wouldn’t be smiling. “You look sick.”

“I’m only taking a breather,” he insisted. He had to get to the library to find source materials for the essay Sylvain has having trouble on. If he left the books on Sylvain’s desk later, the boy would be able to finish his essay on time. “No need to worry.”

But as he tried to pat Dedue’s shoulder in assurance, his vision blurred and he hit the ground, things scattering around him.

“Milord?!”

“No…I’m okay…” He struggled to keep his eyes open, but the sudden fall and the yelling made his head hurt. “Just…tired…”

He felt Dedue lift him up, his arm hanging loosely around the other’s neck. Feet dragging, breathing ragged, his mind was beginning to shut down.

“Really…it’s nothing…I still have to…”

“Milord,” he heard Dedue say. “With all due respect, be quiet.”

The last thing he saw was a group of people running towards him before he passed out.

He woke up on something soft. It took him a second to realize he was staring at the ceiling.

…Wait, where was he?

Jolting up, he surveyed the room. White walls, beds, sterile sheets. The infirmary, if he had to guess? His head hurt noticeably less, his throat was less clogged, and he could actually count how many fingers he held up before his face.

“Oh? You’re awake?” He turned to see Manuela in her chair, brows raised but otherwise nonplussed. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” he said after some deliberation.

“Any headaches?”

“Yeah, but it’s not as bad as before.”

“Stuffy nose?”

“Less stuffy.”

She stalked over to take his temperature, noting it down on a piece of paper. “Your fever is breaking. And it looks like you’re not coughing as often. Good signs. Take it easy though. You’re still sick.”

“How long was I out for?”

“Nineteen hours.”

“Nineteen?!”

She gave him a reprimanding stare. “With how terrible your condition was, I’m surprised it wasn’t longer. You gave us quite a scare, looking as pale as you did. Your housemates were panicking when they brought you here.”

Thinking back to what happened, guilt set in. The last people he saw must’ve been them. “Where are they now?” he asked.

“The mess hall, having their lunch.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

He began to swing his legs over the bed before Manuela tutted, walking over to push him back on the pillows. “Hm? Who said you could leave? You’re stuck on bed rest for the rest of the day. Doctor’s orders.”

“But—”

“No buts. I don’t want you fainting in the hallways again.”

“Professor—” he tried again.

“Another word from you and the prescription will change to two days.”

He pursed his lips.

She glanced at him, smiling. “Focus on recovering, won’t you? Your housemates will feel better if you’re back to normal sooner than later.”

He nodded, not knowing what else to say. Or do, for that matter. Knowing he slept for nineteen hours straight, he wasn’t sleepy anymore. But he had a feeling if he asked the professor for something to keep him busy, she’d make him stay here longer than he needed to.

He could count sheep, he supposed. Try to reach a thousand, or something.

As he was about to begin, there was a knock on the door. He couldn’t tell who it was, but Manuela seemed to be expecting it. As she answered the door, she said, “You all ate quickly.”

“Yes, we couldn’t sit still.” His ears perked up. The voice was familiar. Mercedes? “How is he doing now?”

She thought about it, then motioned towards him. “I think it’s easier if you take a look for yourself.”

Someone gasped. “What?” That was Ashe, who slipped under Manuela to peek inside. “Does that mean it’s gotten worse? Is he—? Oh! He’s awake!”

And with that, the rest of the Blue Lions clambered into the room.

“He is?”

“Thank the gods…”

“I told you he was going to be okay!”

“Yeah, but if he wasn’t being an idiot in the first place—”

“Quiet. His headache just got better.” That shut them up. “You’re more than welcome here,” Manuela said, “but don’t aggravate him. Else I’ll kick you all out.”

“Yes, Professor.”

She shook her head, letting out a short laugh. “As long as you understand. Well then, children, I’ll be in my office. Call me if anything happens. And remember: no noise.”

As soon as she left, Ashe turned to Dimitri and stage whispered, “You sure you’re okay, Chief?”

He nodded. This time, it didn’t make him feel like throwing up. “Positive.”

“You should’ve told us you were sick,” Mercedes chastised. “What would have happened if Dedue wasn’t there to find you?”

He shuffled in the bed. “Well,” he muttered, “for starters, I wasn’t planning on fainting.”

“That is besides the point.” She sighed. “Please, we all care about you. Take better care of yourself.”

“Why didn’t you tell us about all those chores you do?” Sylvain chimed in. “We didn’t realize you did them all by yourself. You’ve done a lot for us. We want to do something for you too.”

Everyone nodded. He opened his mouth to respond, but stopped when he saw the earnestness in their eyes. It reminded him of himself, how he felt when he worked for the sake of his housemates. So he stared for a moment before saying, “Okay.”

“…Okay?”

“I admit I overworked,” he said, “taking in all those responsibilities at once. I guess I’ve gotten used to doing everything by myself. But you’re right. And I do trust you. As the leader of the Blue Lions, I’ve seen how hardworking and disciplined you all are.”

They looked at each other.

“So does that mean…?” Ingrid asked.

“Yeah. No more pushing myself to the limit. I’ll ask for help.” He cracked a smile. “I’m proud to have you as my friends.”

The solemn atmosphere broke out into exuberance, as they all expressed their relief in different ways. Mostly, through excited chatter and tight hugs. The wind rushed out of his lungs as they gathered in for a group hug.

“H-hey, having said that, I’m still sick.” He tried to speak up, but his words were drowned out by everyone else as they began splitting responsibilities between themselves. It didn’t help that his voice was still weaker than usual. “Can you all settle down a bit? It’s getting noisy. Guys? Guys?”

Omake:

From inside her office, Manuela could hear them as clear as day. Footsteps thundered People cheered. Laughter echoed. Did they forget her warning already? She wouldn’t be surprised if they broke something in the chaos.

Still, listening to them and all their enthusiasm—"rock, paper, scissors for who gets to help tend the stables!“—she shook her head and chuckled. I guess I’ll let it slide this time.

[asks are open!]

#fire emblem three houses #fe16 #fe3h #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #blue lions #manuela casagranda #asks #scenarios #anon #prerelease

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