@xsweetxhallelujah asked "DON'T TOUCH THE COOKIES THEY'RE NOT READY YET!"
Maybe he was trying to stir his girlfriend, no scratch that, he was definitely trying to stir his girlfriend. Bringing her home for Christmas was always going to be something that Patrick was nervous about, it didn’t matter how well he knew Ema. But he also knew from watching his brother with Andie that being with the next in line could be difficult at times so letting her into the kitchens was the least he could do. Grabbing a hot cookie straight off the tray he’d shoved it into his mouth without a second thought when he heard her voice calling out to him, unable to hide his grin-- even if he was already regretting the hot cookie. “Well they taste pretty good already.” Wrapping his arms around Ema from behind as he pressed a few playful kisses to her cheek. “Taste almost as good as you.”
"What do you want from me? Can’t you see I’m trying to nap?” Min said with his eyes still closed while he kept chewing on his bubblegum. He had hardly slept last night and just as he had found a moment to nap he heard footsteps approaching him. He was a bit grumpy thanks to the lag of sleep but that didn’t mean he would bother to open his eyes. The male simply hoped the other person would get the hint and just leave.
Flames and illusion, closed starter for @syllusion
Deep in the forests on the Johto region, a Pokemon would tiredly limp between the bushes and trees, doing his best to try and remain hidden from prying eyes.
The Pokemon, a Typhlosion, albeit one with blue colored flames as opposed to the usual red, had just gotten into a scuffle with a trainers Fraxure. A scuffle that result in him straining his leg and getting scratched up, but he had managed to get away and retreat into the forest.
“Arceus damned humans and their Pokemon...” He would mutter to himself as he slumped up against one of the nearby trees, hoping that he had made it deep enough into the forest to not be found by another human. This was not a uncommon thing for him, his distinct coloration made him very sought after among humans and the different teams, wanting him for themselves.
Title: Night Terrors (2019)
Chapter: Possibly 1 of at least 3
Author: Robin Gurl
Notes: I've been wanting to write this properly for years. I had tried 10 years ago only getting the general idea down but I think I finally have the life experiences to make this work (and google). I've done my best to keep them in character. It was fun to try and work a break down into Shaun Cassidy's Joe and I think I did it well. Parker's Frank is just so easy to write over protective brother and I absolutely adore it. Thanks boys for your help xD.
Summary: After Soul Survivor Joe has some healing to do. Involves brotherly love and over protective Frank and broken Joe. Mention of FRANCY.
Disclaimer: I own nothing or no one... just the idea that Joe couldn’t possibly be ok mentally after that episode.
Frank had woken up only briefly to hear a soft knock on his door. He didn't even have to guess on who it was. He sat up and got off the bed opening it up. To his surprise this time it wasn't Joe.
It was their Aunt.
"Aunt Gertrude?" He asked trying not to be too loud and wake his brother from across the hall. He blinked in the bright light turning back briefly to glance at his clock. It said 2:45am.
"I'm sorry to wake you but with your father gone…."
"What is it?"
She glanced back towards his brother's room then back to him. "Follow me." She led him across the hallway into his brother's room. The lamp had been turned on but Joe hadn't awakened.
He lay there tangled in his sheets, his face contorted in a terrifying scream. Frank could see Joe's knuckles were white from clinging to the sheets.
"I-I think it's a night terror.." He whispered.
"That's what I thought, b-but I can't wake him… and I didn't know if I should or not." She stammered wringing her hands. "He cried out for a few seconds which is what woke me up then went silent and all of this happened…"
"How long has this been going on?" Frank ran a hand through his hair trying to wake up so he could think through this.
"About 10 minutes…" She sighed, "I thought the sleeping medication was supposed to stop these episodes."
"Not stop them but help them not happen as often." Frank explained walking to the side of his brother's bed. "They won't stop until Joe's fear of what happened in Hong Kong subsides."
"I knew your father leaving was a bad idea! I just knew it. Your brother is in no condition.." Their Aunt grumbled frustrated as she started to pace.
"Go back to bed, I'll help get Joe out of this."
"But Frank-"
"I've got it. I've done this many times before. I just have to pull him back to reality." He gave the most reassuring smile he could. He didn't want to tell her that waking Joe up too fast could make it worse and cause an episode of sleep paralysis as well. "Thanks for grabbing me. Joe will be ok in a few minutes."
She tsked before walking over and kissing her nephew on the head. "You promise me if you need help you'll come get me?"
"I promise."
She sighed glancing at her youngest nephew before nodding and heading out the door closing it.
The doctor had told them that getting Joe into proper REM sleep could help fight the night terrors but it wasn't 100% effective. He had explained to Frank and their Father that until Joe got over the fear of the situation, nothing would really change.
So far the medication had lowered the night terrors to only a few a week, the ones that did hit were long and exhausting for both Joe and whoever was awake to get him out of it. The other problem that came from Joe hitting REM sleep was if he was woken up too fast his body would go through sleep paralysis and make his panic even worse.
This was what Frank was afraid of happening tonight.
He sat on the edge of the bed and gently curled around his younger brother. With one arm he wrapped it around his brother, his free hand dropped to the hands clenched to the sheets and rubbed them gently trying to coax his brother to release his grip. "Joe…? Joe it's Frank. You're safe. Whatever your dreaming it's not real."
He watched for any changes in his brother's features and saw them relax a little bit. His brother looked confused now. "You're not in Hong Kong. You're at home. I'm alive. Dad's alive. You're safe. I'm right here." A few tears streamed down Joe's cheeks in response to the words Frank spoke.
It broke his heart to see his brother going through this and knowing he couldn't fix it. He could only put a bandaid on it every time the wound was ripped open. "That's it. You're ok." He squeezed one of Joe's hands gently. "Relax your hands, little brother." He felt the hand under his slowly relax.
He waited a few seconds watching his brother's body trying to see how well he was doing at pulling Joe out of it. He only just noticed how sweaty his brother was, this one must have been a big nightmare. "Come on, Joe. Open your eyes… I'm right here. It's only a nightmare."
Frank gently brushed some of the blonde hair away from his brother's sweaty face. He could feel his brother's heart beating quickly in his chest.
After a few minutes of this coaxing, he watched as his brother's eyes opened slightly still heavily lidded. "Joe? Hey..it's ok. You're home." Frank smiled looking down at him.
Joe's body didn't move as he looked around the room. When Joe's eyes settled back on him, Frank realized what had happened. "Just relax, don't panic. It's just sleep paralysis… just let it run it's course."
Joe had heard Frank's voice and could see his face but the voice didn't match up with his brother's lips that were moving. The sound garbled in his ears and his brother's face changed turning black and his eyes turning red.
He tried to scream but was unable too. Several other shadows started to appear around him. Their faces turning into the nurses and doctors from the hospital then back to shadows.
He could hear his heart beat growing louder as he started to panic. He wanted out of this haunted nightmare. He wanted his brother.
A few seconds later Joe could hear his brother calling his name. His vision started to refocus and tingling sensation ran up his body, his arms and legs. "F-Frank…" He was barely able to say. Tears blurred his eyes as he sat up shaking and crying reaching out to cling to his brother. He buried his face in Frank's shoulder sobbing.
Frank sighed and only hugged his brother as tight as he could rocking him a bit. "I know, I know…shh it's over. It's over. You're home. You're safe. I'm here. Dad's alive." He glanced up and saw their Aunt peering in through the cracked door. Frank gave her a sad smile but nodded that he was ok.
She only nodded silently and gave a sad smile before closing the door back. He knew why she was just as upset as they were. This entire mess was hard to deal with for everyone, not just Joe. Joe had never been one to cry or wear many of his emotions on his sleeve out in the open. At least not to anyone that wasn't his brother.
But now that was different.
It seemed like his brother was always on the verge of tears and the sobs always sounded so heart breaking. It was a feeling he'd tried to explain to Nancy over the phone but was having a hard time putting words to it. He had told her it felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest and thrown to his feet and someone stepped on a puppy at the same time.
Frank didn't say anything as he held his brother. He only hugged him as tight as he could not letting go. He could only imagine how he'd handle the news of his brother and father being dead for over a year and he not knowing. This was why he didn't have the heart to joke about this or make light of any of it. His brother was really hurting and was truly scared. "You're good, Joe." He finally whispered. "You're ok."
Joe didn't pull away for a full 10-15 minutes afraid if he did he'd be thrown back into the nightmare again. His memory was starting to forget the dream and the terror.
Frank could tell when Joe had started to calm down. He also knew that his brother was probably a bit confused. As soon as the panic passed it was normal for the person experiencing the night terror to forget what had happened. Sometimes Joe remembered but more recently he didn't.
"Joe?"
"F-Frank…?" His brother's voice was hoarse from all the screaming and crying. "W-Where am I?"
"In your room. On your bed." He responded softly.
"D-Did it happen again?"
"Yeah, yeah it did." Frank moved and sat back against the head board petting his brother's hair gently.
Joe rested his head against his brother's chest panting out of breath. "…I-I'm sorry.."
"Don't be. It's ok. I'm here. I'm not leaving." He rubbed Joe's back exhausted himself. "Here, calm down for a few minutes then I'll get up and get you some new pajamas. You worked up quite a sweat."
"O-Ok…" The blonde responded his hug around his brother relaxed and wasn't as tight of a grip. "F-Frank will they ever stop…?"
Frank glanced down at his brother trying to figure out what to say. "One day they will. I promise. And when they do we'll go travel somewhere to celebrate, how does that sound?"
Joe nodded silently. He couldn't see them traveling anywhere for a long time. He barely got out of the house since they got back as it was. When he did go outside he couldn't stay long. He got what the doctor called "sensory overload" and would get over whelmed and start to panic if his brother wasn't by his side and even if he was it would still happen.
When he did have to go out it was planned down to the second what would happen. His brother had even started explaining the schedule to him before hand so he knew exactly what was coming.
Any other time, Joe would have hated being doted on so much and would hate himself for having this annoying thing. But right now, as the doctor had told him, he was broken and needed to accept that so that he could heal properly. Until he admitted it to himself and let himself fully break he wasn't going to be able to put himself back together.
Frank smiled and helped his brother sit up. "Before you crash on me, let's at least change your pajamas." He then reached forward and unbuttoned his brother's blue pajama shirt easing it off his brother's shoulders. He didn't like how flushed his brother's skin was. "Just think where would you like to go? Last year you wanted to go to Madi Gras remember? But dad wouldn't let us, he said you were too young? Why don't we plan on trying to go?" He continued to try and talk normally with his brother as he got up and dug through his brother's messy drawers finding a t shirt and some boxers. He threw them on the bed beside his brother and went out and into the bathroom coming back with a wet wash cloth.
Joe only sat there dazed watching his brother run around. He shivered as he was left shirtless. What was Frank doing? A few seconds later Frank reappeared and sat on the edge of the bed.
"This is going to be cold Joe. But bare with me. I'm worried you may have worked yourself into a fever." Frank explained as he gently washed his brother's chest and arms off. His brother had been prone to fevers since he was born. Anything could provoke them: from getting over heated, to being too cold, to over exhaustion, stress, fear, etc.
Frank had stopped counting the times his brother had worked himself into one and instead kept an eye on him as much as he could to try and prevent them. He was always trying to get Joe to slow down and rest to give his body a tiny break and possibly not cause oncoming fever. Sometimes he succeeded and sometimes he didn't catch it fast enough. They had spent many nights in hotel rooms with Frank helping Joe sweat off a fever.
Tonight wasn't any different.
He sighed inwardly. Only it was. His little brother was hunched over with red eyes from crying, face pale and shoulders shaking broken into pieces mentally from a horrible plan to get information out of him.
He patted Joe's head gently and helped him pull the clean shirt over his head. He then handed his brother his boxers. "I'll let you do that honor."
Joe took them and stood unsteadily dropping his pajama pants before putting his boxers on. While Joe was up Frank quickly changed the sheets as well leaving new ones on the bed. The sweaty ones in the corner. He'd take care of them tomorrow. Right now he wanted to get Joe into bed and back to sleep.
Frank walked over and guided his brother back to the bed. Joe's hands held his brothers as he sat down on the bed. Frank kept one hand holding Joe's and the other helped his brother lay down in the now clean sheets. "Do you want me to stay?"
"P-Please?" Came Joe's barely audible response.
"Of course." Frank slid in beside his brother and placed the wash cloth on Joe's forehead. "Keep that there for a bit. Let it lower your fever." He lay on his side after turning off the lamp by the bed. He heard Joe's breathing relax a bit, his brother still holding one of his hands. "That's it, Joe. Just relax. I'm here. I'm not leaving." He watched in the dark as his brother closed his eyes and drifted off into sleep. He waited for a few minutes before scooting down a bit and pulling the covers up over them. He reached up feeling his brother's temperature. It was only a low grade fever, Joe would be able to sleep this one off.
Nestling the covers around his brother's small frame, Frank got comfortable as well falling asleep quickly just as exhausted curled up around his brother.
He couldn't sleep. It was a common occurrence. So what better to do on a sleepless night than go hunting for Pokémon?
He had wrapped up warmly and stepped outside. The night was clear with shimmering stars above him, and the air was cold but fresh. His breath fogged out in front of him.
However, what was meant to be a simple (and possibly short) trip had been interrupted when he saw a huge gigantic figure. It was impossible to miss.
“What the shit...?” his voice was barely above a whisper and he made a move to hide behind a nearby fence, just in case he hadn’t been spotted yet, “...is, is, is this just another fucked up nightmare?”
Passion: photography, Art, the outdoors, and music
Personality: regardless of verse She is a fire cracker with a sweet and silly side once you get to know her. She starts out as sarcastic and possibly flirty.
Bio(s): Modern Verse: Genevieve is from a loving family, simple really. A mother and father with the cutest love story. She has one older brother who is married with a set of two year old twins. And her baby sister who was still in high school. Her parents own a bakery shop in a small town and her brother lives in the big city as big wig business man and her baby sister is homecoming queen. Then there was her, the artistic one who went to school for art and photography. But it worked out for her since she had her own photography business that she ran from her studio in that same small town she grew up in.
ABO Verse: (much the same as the Normal Verse) Here her family all lives in the same area, her older brother as many pups of his own, three and one on the way. And her sister is more quiet and reserved. Genevieve was more of the wild child and ended up in some trouble at one point and has a hard time trusting anyone, humans and other wolves alike.
Her as a wolf:
Supernatural Verse: (works for most verses) She lost her family a long time ago to a forest fire. Genevieve does her best to fit in with humans and other races. She doesn't believe there are others like her anymore after being alone for so long. 》her wolf is still the same as ABO verse《
Alternate Verse 1: Still a werewolf and shares similarities to her supernatural verse, the only differences are the following - She's constantly hunted by both bachelor alphas and hunters alike for different reasons obviously and she tries to avoid anyone in power, especially gods, since In history her kind were held as pets... a guard dog of sorts until lonely men got their hands on the females. Genevieve is always on the run, not trusting anyone and always moving from place to place to keep off the radar. She is the last of her pack so she is a rare breed. Only the royals of her pack have the ability to create fire... she was the chiefs daughter. 》her wolf is still the same as ABO verse《
//subject to editing and changes and any pictures included I do not own unless otherwise mentioned.
“Whoa, are you okay?” Lara hadn’t been watching where she was walking, her gaze preoccupied with taking in the slightly rundown town of Gravity Falls, only looking down when she felt something smack into her. She glanced down to see a kid, probably a young teen with a head of brown curls atop his head, a hat laying at her feet. She picked up his hat that had fallen, giving a soft chuckle at the pine tree that was embroidered into the hat before holding it out to him. { DIPPERRR if that’s okay!
Dipper hadn’t been paying attention either, or else he never would have bumped into her to begin with. He gasped in surprise as he fell back, catching himself on his hands. Her voice made him look up, and he smiled apologetically at her.
“Sorry, I guess I wasn’t paying attention.” How had he lost his hat, but managed to hold onto the newspaper that had been his distraction? Oh well. He stood up and accepted his hat back, plopping it back on his head so he had a free hand to brush off his pants. “I.. haven't seen you around before. Gravity Falls is pretty tiny, so I think I’d have seen you before now if you lived here. You visiting?”
