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[radioactive-yuri]

more like sympathy is a black widow or something am i right

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⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ | A little excerpt of Fawning 6 if I was to write it | Annabeth Nash & AJ Lynch

Irish All Stars: Anthony Joseph Lynch

Tags: Mentions of suicide, abuse, graphic injury, trauma, etc. Angst, & fluff. Hospital scene. AJ’s POV. Not proofread or best quality—just spitballing here. Edel coded Aoife. Aurora is AJ’s sister. It’s gonna come off as a narration because this is the spine of it, the final product would be fluffed out and more cohesive from line to line.

Everyone pulls up a chair around the hospital bed laid up with food except for me, I stay firmly rooted next to Annabeth, who was the occupant of said hospital bed. It didn’t take long for Ma, da and Aurora all fall into convo. Leaving me to notice that Annie had begun watching me eat instead of doing it herself.

In all fairness, I keep sneaking glances at her too, trying to gauge how she's feeling. She's picking at the food in front of her, but I can see how her eyes keep flickering over at me and the tupperwear container in my hand. She looks hungrier than a stray dog, and the sight of the food in her lap is only making her stomach growl even louder, but she still hasn't taken a bite.

Finally, I nudge her shoulder with my arm. "You gonna eat, or do I gotta spoon feed you myself?" She shakes her head, not in reply to my question but like she was pulling herself out of a daydream, before mumbling a short and quick apology.

"Hey, hey, none of that," I murmur. "No apologies. Just eat."

Then before she can protest, I scoop a forkful of mash and roasted carrots from the container and hold it out to her like an offer: not too close to force it into her mouth—but close enough that she’d have to be rude as hell to ignore it.

And all know that Annabeth Nash would never be rude.

She accepts the bite, then her gaze goes pensive again for a split second. “My body feels so tired. It’s like, I’m hungry but I can’t be asked to eat.” Her voice is quiet as she tells me what’s going on inside of her. It was sometimes scary how introspective she was but I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t grateful for it. She always shared her self-discoveries with me and that’s why, I knew her better than anyone. And I did pride myself on that. I can doubt anything, except for the fact that I know my girlfriend.

"Then don't be," I say softly, nudging her shoulder again with mine. "Let me do it for you."

I scoop another forkful—this time shepherd’s pie, all warm and saucy—and hold it out just right so she can take it easy. My eyes never leave hers as she eats, watching how her lashes flutter when she swallows.

"You're exhausted," I murmur, more to myself than anyone else. “And no wonder. Christ, Fawn…you’ve been through hell tonight, so let me take care of you.”

She nods, allowing me but it’s not without complete protest. “But you’re hungry too.”

“I can manage. You’re the priority.”

She doesn’t argue against that, she just opens her mouth for the next spoonful I was already holding up. It’s so small, yet so very obedient and makes a small part of me ache inside. I feed her another bite, my expression softening.

Ma’s voice saying Annabeth’s name pulls the two of us back into conversation. “So when is she getting discharged?”

“Not for another week or so.” My father lets go of a long sigh at that, setting his container down. "They're hoping to keep her at least 'til tomorrow morning to keep a close eye on her—make sure all the medications they've got her on are really working as they should. And the social worker will likely be around then to take her statement, too. Then they said something about tests and other stuff.”

“What about my leg? Did they say anything about how long it’ll take or anything?” Annabeth asks.

"Unfortunately not," my da answers with a regretful shake of his head. "That's the part that worries me. They said you've got some pretty serious damage to your hips and spine—but there's no way of knowing what exactly is going on until we can get in and examine it. It's going to be a long recovery period for you, love. It's going to take months before you'll be able to walk properly again."

“Months?” Ma gapes.

“Up to a year.” Came my da’s reply.

Despite my family’s shock and dread, Annabeth looks far more on the calmer side. “Well, at least I’ll still be able to walk. Some people wouldn’t be able to with an injury like this so if anything, I’m lucky.”

I'm silent for a moment as I watch her rationalise this to herself, my heart breaking a little bit. It’s the way she's trying to make herself feel better—but sounds more as though she’s trying to convince herself that that was true and she was a lucky girl…that hurts to hear.

My ma frowns from across the little room where she's sitting. She can see right through Annabeth's justification. "That's not the point, love. Just because you're not paralysed doesn't mean you're not allowed to feel…frustrated or angry or tired of it all. That's just being human. You don't have to be thankful for the bare minimum, sweetheart."

“I’m alive and I’m grateful for as much.” She smiles.

"Annie, baby, you don’t need to do that.” I set the fork down and slide my hand underneath the covers to find hers, lacing our fingers in comfort.

"Yeah," I say quietly, so only she hears. "You're alive—and thank the whole trinity for that, but this is big. No one’s expecting you to just sunshine and rainbow your way through it.” My thumb brushes her knuckles. “It’s okay if it hurts more than you say it does.”

“I…I just…I want to stay happy. If not on the inside, at least the outside.”

Annie sighs, chewing over her words before seemingly deciding to tell whatever was making her hold her tongue to fuck off and begin talking.

“It’s not a matter of performance for me like it would be for others, it’s more that I function not as one, but as two. The internal Annabeth who’s the miserable, traumatised and powerless girl. And the outside Annabeth, the bright, blossoming young woman who has all the power in the world because she chooses to be happy, to have control over herself. It’s been there my entire life, I feel so split sometimes, I feel like I have no control over my full body. Just my persona. Like, I’m scared I’ll wake up like those TikTok horror stories when a lady’s left hand started choking her and she couldn’t stop it.”

I’m incapable of moving.

Not a single muscle.

You could have heard a pin drop in that hospital room it went so silent after her confession.

My breath catches in my chest and I’ve got to close my eyes. When I open them, I find my father staring at Annabeth like she just broke his heart. He's got this heavy look in his eyes—like he's staring back in time to that scared six-year-old girl that I'd brought home for the first time, claiming that she was my best friend.

My ma's voice is soft and gentle when she speaks, carefully choosing her words. "Well, what do you have control over?"

“How do I come across to others. That’s why, outwardly, I like to be happy because it makes me look untouchable and unshakeable. Like, no matter what happens around her, she’s just always happy and sees the silver lining and can see the good in the world even when it’s dark.”

"And what happens," my ma says gently, "when the girl on the inside wants to scream?"

The room goes quiet again—so quiet you could hear my girl’s breath catch.

Annabeth doesn't answer right away. Her fingers tighten around mine, and I can feel her pulse fluttering like a trapped bird under her skin.

"I don't let her," she whispers. "If I let her scream... I'm scared she won't stop."

My jaw clenches so hard it aches. All these years, we've known each other. I watched her smile through scraped knees, through bad grades, through funerals. And now this? This is what’s been underneath that painfully optimistic girl.

My ma purses her lips, her shoulders sagging like she's just realised something. But it's my da that actually speaks, his voice thick with something…bittersweet, maybe? "You've been doing that a long time, haven't you, sweetheart?"

“Since I was very small, I think. I couldn’t really be sad around my parents either, before they died, they were so emotionally volatile and detached that my crying would overstimulate them and they’d get upset too.” Annabeth’s parents died when she was six years old, a few months before she and I met after she moved to Ballylaggin to live alone with her grandparents. The official story was that they’d fallen out of their windows in some freak accident, but Annabeth always hinted that the story wasn’t 100% accurate. Whatever did happen, nobody else other than she herself knew what had happened in their small flat in central Cork. She was the only one there who saw what happened.

“It’s why they killed themselves—“ What the fuck? “—they didn’t fall by accident. My parents were chasing death, they didn’t want to live because they couldn’t handle it. I know they did it on purpose, they said how if they were lucky they’d be together in the afterlife and they told me that they were sorry that they couldn’t love me enough to stay or hate me enough to kill me as well.”

I can't breathe.

And it wasn’t just me, nobody in the room can. The air is so thick, so heavy.

But her voice was soft, almost dreamlike as she said it. Almost as if she’d repeated this truth inside her head a thousand times until it stopped hurting to say out loud.

This girl who’s spent the first six years of her life trying to be enough for people who weren’t even capable of loving themselves…who watched her parents choose death over staying with her…who buried that secret alone at six years old…

And then had to go live with a granda who saw that grief as weakness. As an invitation.

[gibsieswife]

KAY'S MASTERLIST

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BOYS OF TOMMEN

⤖ johnny kavanagh

⤖ gerard gibson

⤖ hughie biggs

⤖ patrick feely

⤖ joey lynch

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BOYS OF TOMMEN NEXT GEN

⤖ rory kavanagh

⤖ connor kavanagh

⤖ aj lynch

⤖ jack feely

⤖ kieran biggs

⤖ liam gibson

⤖ kian holland

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DEVIL'S NIGHT

⤖ michael crist

⤖ damon torrance

⤖ will grayson iii

⤖ kai mori

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DEVIL'S NIGHT NEXT GEN

⤖ aaron fane

⤖ ivarsen torrance

⤖ gunnar torrance

⤖ fane torrance

⤖ dag torrance

⤖ madden mori

⤖ liam grayson

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[folkgirlll]

what’s wrong with me by olivia rodrigo but “I’m not feeling like myself and nothing ever seems to help” “i should talk to a friend, but i can’t get out of bed” “i think you are what’s wrong with me” is about aoife

[the-silent-romantic]

Aoife, Joey, A.J.

↳ "His name is Anthony Joseph Lynch."

[wordslikepoisonn]

Johnny + Joey | Boys of Tommen | Chloe Walsh

he said ‘son, can you play me a memory? i’m not really sure how it goes. but it’s sad and it’s sweet, and i knew it complete when i wore a younger man’s clothes.’

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