#family member death

[osihbj]

Bizarre Love

(Packie McReary x Niko Bellic)

TW: Drug addiction, sexual content, alcohol, death mentioned, spoilers to GTA IV. Angst to Smut

Autor note: The one shot is happening after GTA IV plot, that's my first one shot, so please be understanding :p.

Liberty City the year 2008, the wedding of Roman Bellic - Niko's cousin, and Mallorie Bardas, but now Mallorie Bellic. Everything promised to be perfect, Mallorie's beautiful dress as well as Roman who lost a couple of hundred pounds to look good in his graphite suit, and, of course, to make sure a couple of buttons didn't accidentally break. Everyone stood boisterously outside the church, waiting for the bride and groom to emerge from behind the colossal church walls.

Niko stood talking along with Patrick "Packie" McReary - his almost best friend with whom they were for each other for better and for worse. Slavic could only sit and reminisce about the moments when he saved the Irishman's clumsy ass, because unfortunately Packie himself was unable to remember most of those situations, mainly due to the states he was in while being bounced around by various shenanigans. However, when Niko needed the help of a friend he was always ready to step up, regardless of the situation. Maybe Packie couldn't emotionally express that he cared about the man's welfare, but even so, the actions said a lot.

— I'm happy that Roman finally got it right. He quit that fucking gambling...Damn Packie, he's getting married... — Niko snorted quietly under his breath, only to glance at the Irishman out of the corner of his eye a moment later. He looked as if he was absent-minded.

— Dude, are you alive? — He asked with intrigue in his voice and at one point even decided to poke him gently with his shoulder, and the man finally got down on the ground.

— Fuck, can't you see that I'm thinking? It's been a long time since I took that damn coke, without it I can barely think, so let me enjoy this fucking moment! — Patrick almost, shouted these words reproachfully, of course, people began to look at them, so Niko just rolled his eyes and fell silent, and the lower one returned his thoughts somewhere else. It was the norm for Packie to show up even at such events intoxicated. Bellic is used to it by now, but unfortunately others are not as forgiving as Niko. In the end, Roman and his now-wife left the church full of energy, with happy faces. Mallorie threw a bouquet of flowers into the crowd, which was caught by none other than Katie McReary, the sister of our favorite inebriated Irishman with whom Niko used to hang out from time to time. Everyone started cheering and giggling, of course not taking away the pleasure of directing their eyes at Niko, after all, it was clear that he was the one Kate was going to spend her life with. Just at that moment Patrick decided to return to the world of the living.

— Watch out for my sister, capiche? — He threw an angry look on Niko's direction, but after a moment he put his hand on his shoulder.

— I know you won't hurt her, you're a good guy...Except for the fact that you kill for money, but you know what kind of family I come from...it's on the order of the day. — He added after a while, but at some point a loud bang rang out. Even a gunshot. Everyone turned their eyes in one direction. Kate McReary had been shot.

It had been five months since the attack on Roman's wedding, after some time it became clear that Niko was to be the one to die at the hands of Pegorino's men, but unfortunately they missed, hitting a blameless woman. Everyone who was close to the McReary family experienced Katie's death as intensely as they did. Niko felt guilty about the woman's death because he was the one who was supposed to die. He couldn't get over it. Packie only deepened his unhealthy love for cocaine. They both tried to support each other in these difficult moments, however, they did not always feel like it. After all, it's not easy to walk out of the house after such a situation and pretend that nothing like this ever happened. This is reality, not a movie.

Around 9 PM, Niko heard the doorbell ringing. Who had the audacity to disturb his peace of mind at this difficult time? Annoyed, he got up from the bed, casually kicking some tattered clothes and trash under the bed. The whole apartment was as much as begging to have the windows opened, as it smelled musty and acrid with male sweat, but who could blame him? He wasn't expecting visitors. He finally walked with a wasted step to the door and opened it, without looking through the peephole beforehand, which he should have done looking at the fact that a few months back someone wanted to kill him. The brunet looked down as the figure was lower, and it was none other than Patrick.

— What are you doing here at this hour? — He asked, letting him inside. Packie did not look well, his eyes were blacked out and bloodshot, he was pale...and did not look inviting at all

Niko was the same way, dirty, smelly and in just his underwear, he had just welcomed his best friend into the apartment. All in all, he knew Packie would never judge him.

— Niko, I have a fucking problem. — The Irishman began, then sat down on a leather corner, which was also swamped with junk. By the way, Patrick decided to take with him hectoliters of alcohol (read: four bottles of strong scotch). Niko was increasingly curious as to what his dearest friend had in mind, so he sat down next to him and took in his hand one of the bottles previously placed by Packie on the coffee table. He didn't intend to sip the drink with anything, so he opened the glass and began to drink from the thread, waiting for McReary to deign to finish. Patrick's lips parted to let out the following words quietly.

— I got so high...I feel so lonely. — Patrick said and moved dangerously close to Niko, who looked confused.

— So what? — Asked the brunet measuring Packie with his hazel eyes. He didn't understand what the man wanted to convey to him with that.

— I want to fuck you. — He added after a moment, and Niko almost choked on his own saliva. What? He wanted what? Slavic murmured in such a way that he took a few more deep drinks and put the bottles back on the table. He looked at the green-eyed man and sighed deeply.

— Do what you want, I have nothing to lose anyway. — Spouted Niko, and all in all, at the mere thought of intercourse with Packie, he got hot. Had he ever thought about it? Probably yes, but only, When he was really drunk.

If Niko agreed, why should Patrick delay? He had been thinking about it for a long time. He was thinking about it before his friend started dating his sister. With a playful smile, the Irishman moved even closer to the man to place a passionate kiss on his lips. The warmth of his lips made Packie lose his mind more and more. The cocaine was making him as horny as ever, and horny he had always been. (XD) They began to undress each other, so that after a while they both ended up naked. Both of them would never have thought that this could actually happen. It was simply abstract to them, but well...It is said that dreams do come true. At one point Patrick hovered over his delighted lover and looked him straight in the eyes.

— You're begging me with your eyes. — He laughed and Niko merely shook his head, but at one point he lifted his hips involuntarily upward when he felt the man's rough hand running along his appendage. The feeling was...certainly much weirder than when women touched him, but he didn't complain.

— Damn, just do it already, don't tease me.— He howled through his teeth frustrated Niko, only to feel a sharp pain piercing him from the waist down a moment later. Packie, without any warning, simply with one move he...well, what to call it? Did he work it out? After a long session, which lasted really quite a long time namely as long as three and a half hours, they both ended up exhausted in the bed, as they managed to move there in the process.

— Damn, Niko, I didn't knew you liked be dominated. — Patrick snorted with laughter, and Niko muttered something under his breath apparently tired of it all. No wonder, after all, it was the first time someone fucked him, not the other way around. What is the moral of the story? If your sister dies, go fuck your friend, love n peace guyyzzz.

Thx for reading this.

It was a new, but good experience for me to write in another language than my native.

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[textsiwishihadsomeonetosendto]

I had a death in my family, I told my HR I needed bereavement leave and apparently this family member isn’t included in bereavement so I said ok and said that I would need PTO then and HR then proceeds to tell me that she has 32 of this type of family member so the company would go bankrupt from her alone needing bereavement leave. Idk why but it just pissed me off that she had to add that like I already was like I need time off either way you don’t need to tell me how you would bankrupt the company if we covered that

[bitetherabbit]

tw death/hospital stuff

he's gone. my grandfather died two days ago. he fell in the bathroom and we think it's because he couldn't get enough oxygen even though he was using the air machine and wearing the tube at the time. i just hope he wasn't scared or that he wasn't in pain.

my whole family was with him in the hospital when he passed so he wasn't alone. they revived him at least 3 times i think but every time you do that it can damage the brain because of lack of oxygen. his body would twitch in the hospital bed like his brain was sending signals but it wasn't working. it was so uncanny and scary, im trying not to remember it but it's so vivid in my brain.

im not ready for him to be gone im not ready im not ready im not!!!!!!

he was the good father in my life, he was my best friend. he taught me so much and made me laugh always and loved me and all my weirdness so much. he drove me home from school for years while my mom worked. he always went to my school events. he always knew somebody everywhere he went and would talk to anyone to bring a smile on their face. he'd pay for stranger's purchases and help out whoever. the amount of people commenting on my and my mother's fb posts about him is incredible. he touched so many lives with his kindness and selfless nature.

i can't stop crying. i don't think soulmates have to be romantic because i feel like i lost an entire part of me. my pépère!! whyyyy!!!!! why did he have to get sick! he didn't deserve that at all. why is he gone?!!!! you know it's going to happen one day, but it's real now and i wasn't prepared for it even though i've been telling myself for a long time that i won't have him forever. he was 84, that's a long time. i am so lucky I had him for 28 years. not everyone gets to say they had their grandparents for so long.

im really stepping up to help my family this week with all the funeral preparations and everything, but im scared for after, i can't just fall back into my stupid depression self hating bullshit i just can't he wouldn't want that and now my grandmother's alone too, i need to be there for her.

ive been messaging his fb messenger, that's how we used to text. im pretending he's sitting with me. he's still here, just in my mind and heart. but it's not the same.

why do we live just to fall in love and lose them and die?????????? it hurts so so much.

i still need to write him a letter, i want to put it in the casket at the funeral saturday. my whole childhood he saved dimes for me to help pay for college. he literally wouldn't use them to pay for stuff. I want to put some dimes with the letter, and something else too but i haven't decided yet.

fuck this.

[malicedragoness]

Finally realized why I’ve been such a depressed mess lately. May 3rd will be two years since my dad passed away.

Mid April his health started declining. And around this particular time is when he was admitted to the hospital. Each day my mom would send text messages on his condition and what the doctors were saying. None of it was good.

Some of his vertebrae were collapsed in his lower spine. Sclerosis in his liver and his blood infection came back with a vengeance. He had mini strokes which threw his infections to his joints, spine, brain, heart, and lungs.

I remember calling my mom after that text message and asked her if he was going to die.

She sounded so confidant that he was going to be all right. The doctors were taking care of him and they had treatment plans set up for him. It assuaged me at that time.

And little did I know, that my mom and I were in denial. Because two days later is when they called her and said that he’s not responding. A whole cup of blood shifted to one side of his brain.

When rushed to the hospital and when I saw my dad, I knew he couldn’t be saved. But my mom and uncles refused to accept that answer. It took the hospital getting a brain surgeon on the phone to explain that he could do the risky surgery. But even if he survived he would be in a vegetative state. That’s something my dad wouldn’t want, so we elected to let him go.

I was also three months pregnant at that time and going through health issues with that pregnancy. And having to deal with my dad passing made me emotional, bitter, depressed, and angry at the world. I felt cheated that he wouldn’t get to see his second grandson. (We didn’t even know I was having a boy at that time.)

And my daughter Sigourney was only four at that time. My dad was her favorite person. And trying to explain to an innocent child that has no concept of death was heartbreaking and difficult. All we could tell her was “Paw is at the doctor. He isn’t feeling well and won’t be able to come home anymore, sweetie.”

That whole year was so traumatizing for her. I wanted to take that pain away from her so bad. Everytime she would hear the doorbell, she would get excited thinking it was him. And then burst into tears when it wasn’t him.

Eventually, she understood he was gone and wouldn’t be coming back. But then anytime my mom or myself went to the doctor she would get scared and plead with us to not go. She would cry and say “I don’t want you to leave me! You won’t come back!” It took a long time for her to realize that we wouldn’t disappear if we went to the doctor. Every now and then she gets teary eyed thinking about my dad. But she’s doing better now.

Last year I didn’t cry when his one year anniversary of his death came around. I just wanted it to be a normal day like any other and just think about happy memories of him. I avoided all phone calls and texts of people checking up on me. I didn’t want to repeat the same conversation over and over again and hear how sorry everyone was about his passing.

I went through that when he died and it drove me crazy. I remember wanting to vomit when I got another phone call right after another one. That ball of dread of having to repeat what was going on, how long he was in the hospital, how he died, and everything made me nauseous and upset. I texted my husband I was turning my phone off so I could get away from everyone’s fucking “I’m sorrys”.

And I didn’t want to go through that on his one year anniversary. But now this year, I’ve been a crying, depressive mess.

My brother finally brought his urn over to my house yesterday, and it’s like it hit me all over again.

I may take some time away, most likely just this week, to get my bearings together. I miss my dad. I wish he could’ve seen my son. I wish he could see my kids grow up. He was so excited to be a grandfather and he only got to do it for four years. It’s not fair. Sigourney and Donatello are gonna grow up and not get to have his love the whole time. Donnie doesn’t even know who he is and will never know what his voice sounds like.

I miss him so much.

[tiger-grace]

Bruce Wayne, being the worlds greatest detective, psychoanalyzing every teammate/hero around him in the JL yet somehow is incapable of doing such to himself

Flash: I feel like I can never open up to the team

Batman: Maybe it’s your problems with emotional intimacy because you maintain a purely comedic relationship with your closest friends and never speak about your serious grievances.

Alfred: sir do you ever think crimefighting directly after the death of Jason may lead you to be more aggressive

Bruce: no why would you say that (slamming fists into low level criminals face)

[veemo4]

Hi, my family is going through extreme rough times again and we desperately need help!

A few days ago, my step-father passed away. It was...hard to say the very least. Not only has he been in my life for many years now, but his disability check was one of the main things even keeping all of us alive. We can still survive in this house for maybe another month, maybe two but unfortunately we WILL RUN OUT OF MONEY SOON. We need as many donations as we possibly can to survive, our futures DEPEND on this so much. Here’s the link: https://gofund.me/e8ee8f08 I’m not expecting the massive total number to be even remotely reached, but even just a single dollar is helping.I beg you

[goblindrool]

I wanna be able to grieve but I’ve been given no space to..

[bolithesenate]

What happens when a Jedi Initiate dies?

It cannot always be prevented, the galaxy is a dangerous place, especially for children, and the Jedi are still only mortal.

Accidents happen. Illnesses exist.

Tragedies do too.

The Crèchemasters are highly trained to prevent that, of course, but they too are only mortal. They too can fail.

The death of an Initiate is a heavy burden, for the entire Temple. It doesn't happen often, but when it does it is a heavy burden. It is from that burden that one of the Order's most sacred traditions stems from.

They may die an Initiate, but they will not join the Force without guidance.

When an Initiate dies, they automatically gain the rank of Padawan – no matter their age. They will posthumously be taken in by a Master and be gifted a braid and a lineage. If they already found their crystal and built their saber, these too will be taken care of by their new Master.

Some Masters of such Ghost-Padawans, especially those who had a bond before their passing, will live the following years as if they had a living student. They will not take on another until the Force or they themselves deems them ready, at which point the High Council will hold a honorary Knighting.

Because while the Order might lose an Initiate, no Initiate will ever be left alone.

[olessan]

This is "Miriel alive!!" zoomies so just imagine the "ISILDUR ALIVE!!!" zoomies

[transgendz]

I already had a post up to cover an appt and my meds, then I woke up this morning and tripped over the cord of our $270 air purifier and broke it. I have diagnosed asthma and chronic bronchitis. The air purifier is what keeps me from constantly being horribly sick. If you've ever had bronchitis, you can imagine how bad it gets without it.

I need to replace this today if possible because I was already going through a flare. I cannot emphasize how urgent it is. I work from home, don't get paid for over a week from now, and the air is already hard to breathe without it now. I am kind of panicking.

Please click on the link to my other post for more details about the situation. I will do art for anyone who helps with this, just message me at my art blog @theartistrans

Dm me for proof or more details, I don't mind, I just desperately need this to replace this thing. The entra $10 is for my meds, which we haven't quite covered.

PP $C V kofi

$0/$280

[righteous-r0de0]

perhaps a silly question but are angel and baabe’s unempowered familes invited to the wedding? that’s gotta be a huge covert breach

but imagine the silly hijinks that would ensue

“hey why’s the best man (gender neutral)’s boyfriend sitting under an umbrella? it’s supposed to be clear skies all day”

“oh um he’s just super goth”

“he’s wearing a cowboy hat”

“he’s…y’allternative”

“wtf angel”

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Instead of coming back as a crime lord, Jason pretends to be a vengeful revenant, haunting Gotham criminals and the batfamily.

This has… consequences.

[synchodai]

I really want to like HotD because I really like The Dance in F&B. But as the season went on, it became less of an adaptation of a story I remembered fondly and more of a prequel to a show I did not want to be reminded of. Please stop trying to mcu-ify the show and just tell a self-contained story. I absolutely do not care how this relates to characters who won't be alive for the next 200 years. Your plot and characters should matter and have stakes and motivations that are relevant NOW.

[fairuzfan]

[rakkuntoast]

dumb death family doodle except people kept telling me to add people so here's where its at