#personally i only ever was allowed to watch tv when i was home sick so i rarely ever watch it lol
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#ive seen THREE separate polls of this. and i can usually answer because pbs and tvo are very similar#but heres one for the ontario girlies#personally i only ever was allowed to watch tv when i was home sick so i rarely ever watch it lol#so i dunno take these with a grain of salt maybe
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Not how it works
Pedro Pascal x reader
Summary: When your uncle dies on your birthday and shit hits the van with family. Pedro jumps in moments of crisis.
Warnings: TRAUMA bestie, trauma, losing a loved one, death of a loved one, hospitals, mention of dissociating, TOXIC family, getting kicked out of the family, breakdowns, not being able to say goodbye, abandonment, neglect (this whole stories is full with pain so please read with caution if youâre vulnerable for this. Youâre not alone)
A/n: So this is extremely personal and very specific. I need to write this off of me so I can deal with the trauma. This is probably going to have a part 2 because this bullshit isnât over. everything that is the backstory for this story has happened this week. Iâv lost my uncle, canât say goodbyes, been kicked out of the family because of one piece of shit âauntâ, who tries to break the whole family. Please read the warnings. This isnât for everyone
Not how it works
You were currently chilling with Pedro at your house. He stayed with you for a couple of weeks for shooting and stuff. You worked on the production team and became close friends with Pedro. This wasnât the first time working together but this project made you grow closer to each other than ever. You were watching a movie until your phone went off. It was your mom and you picked up. âHi momâ you greeted âHi dear, uhm I donât have great news. Your uncle Jo is in the hospital⌠heâs not doing great. We have to go to say goodbye to him.â you stared in front of you, trying to process it. Pedro noticed the sudden change in energy and paused the tv. âOkayâŚ. Iâll get changed. What time are you here?â you asked her and stood up.
âEhm⌠itâs only for the brothers, sisters and childrenâŚ.â She told you and your disbelieve grew. âSo⌠I canât go?â your voice broke slowly and Pedro looked with concern at you. âNo, Iâm sorry. But Iâll come when weâre done.â She told you and you sat down back defeated. Anxiety, worry swirled through your stomach, making you almost physically sick. âokay.â Your voice broke down completely and you hang up. you were waiting for a reality check right now and tried to comprehend it.
âSweetheart? Whatâs going on?â Pedroâs voice ever so gentle and laced with worry as he sat closer to you, rubbing your back softly. âMy uncle⌠heâs going to die⌠heâs in the hospital.â You told him. âOkay, so letâs go than!â Pedro told you and stood up, holding out his hand for you. You just looked at him, eyes started to water up, making you feel defeated. âIâm not allowed⌠I canât go.â Your voice broke and Pedro looked with disbelieve at you. âAre you serious right now?â Pedro didnât understood and to be honest, neither did you. The tears started to slip and you started to sob. Pedro immediately sat down and pulled you into a tight hug.
He knew about your family and how you always felt left out. With the death of your godfather, you werenât allowed into the church or whatever. They made you stand outside, all  alone and in the cold, which was extremely traumatic and it was all because one piece of shit of a âladyâ. You were still struggling with that to this day and this brought you back to that point, where you were, once again, all alone. You were a wreck right now and Pedroâs shirt was wet from all the crying.  You were in for a rollercoaster and Pedro and you knew it. Â
You held contact with your mom but you couldnât contact her anymore, feeling even more left out. Finally after 7 hours, you heard from her. She called you to ask you if it was okay if she was going home or not. You couldnât believe it. âNo. I rather want to see you. Iâve been waiting all day.â You said with tears in your eyes. Pedro was softly rubbing your back, sympathy and pain written over his face. The way he saw you, broke his heart into pieces and how they already treated you.
In ten minutes your mom arrived at your home. You both sat there in silence. âWe had to eat together with everyone⌠and your niece was there as well and nephews.â You felt your blood boil. âSo they could but I couldnât??â you started to get mad as the tears slipped down your cheeks. Pedro heard everything from the kitchen, where he stood so he gave you both some privacy but could still hear and see you. âY/N, They had to be!â You shook your head and let out a frustrated chuckle. âOh okey, so they could all say goodbye. Everyone except for me! And what about dinner Huh? Iâve been waiting here all goddamn day! The whole FUCKING day for what? I didnât hear from anyone because you were all together and I HAD to stay home! I couldnât even say goodbye!â you were furious to say the least. âI wouldâve really fucking appreciated if someone asked me: âhey, I know youâre at home, would you like to have at least dinner? So weâre all together? But no, no one asked me because they donât care!â
âThey do!â she told you. âOh really?â you didnât believe anything she was saying right now. âYou want to go to the hospital than? You want to say goodbye?â she asked you and you were absolutely flabbergasted as you got into a fight with your mom. âYes, of course I want to say goodbye!â She nodded and clenched her jaw. âThen get dressed.â You looked surprised at her. âYou said I wasnât allowedâŚ.â You couldnât believe it and it fueled your anger. âYou are now.â you shook your head, not understanding that, now you could but not before when there were even people who werenât allowed in. And they didnât even think of calling you. No, they left you with all the question, didnât respond, left you out as usual.
You stormed passed Pedro, tears streaming down your face as you walked up stairs. âBe quick.â Your mom called after you. Pedro looked at your mom and quickly went after you. You were sobbing while gathering your stuff. Pedro had a sympathetic look on his face, which became almost permanently now. âCan you please come with me?â Pedro looked at you with a soft gentle look and nodded. He walked up to you and pulled you into a hug. âDonât worry, I wonât ever leave you alone. Do you understand that? Iâm not going anywhere baby girl.â He told you as he looked straight into your eyes and cupped your cheeks. He only called you baby girl when life got super rough and you needed gentleness in your life.
You nodded, tears still streaming but now because of the warmth and love radiating from Pedro. (The love and warmth you needed so bad in your life.) You were ready and all got into the car. Pedro held your hand the entire way. It was late at night and the hospital was almost empty. You felt a pit in your stomach as you stood in the elevator. You searched for Pedroâs hand and held it. Your family didnât know that you knew Pedro, let alone be so close. The elevator opened and you stepped out, seeing your uncle, some other aunts and uncles that you didnât know and some you did. You greeted them as you usually did and your mom took you to the room he laid in.
Pedro waited for you in the âfamily roomâ. You walked into the room of your uncle and he was everything except peaceful. He couldnât communicate and was very agitated and was fighting his own death which broke your heart even more. You saw your grandma comforting your uncle. It broke your heart to see. Your grandma already lost one of her sons (your godfather) and not even 2,5 years later, her other son. Comforting him to his own death.
You sat there for a good hour and a half before coming back to the family room. Pedro was awaiting your reaction but you were so extremely closed off that he was unable to read you, so he figured the worst because you would never close him off. You gave your family a hug and left, making your way to the elevator. Â You were all silent and Pedro gave you the space you needed, never pushing you for answers but waiting until you were ready to talk about it. But Pedro noticed when you wanted affection as in, cuddles, holding your hand or your back, it didnât really matter, you just wanted some physical contact. So thatâs how he noticed that you were very much in need for some comfort, so he went with the back of his fingers over the back of your hand, making you grab his hand as you walked out of the elevator.
You walked to the car and it didnât took long to arrive home. âHe wonât make the night.â You commented, making your mother nod as you stood inside of your house. She gave you a hug and left, leaving you alone with Pedro. You poured a glass of wine in for yourself and looked at Pedro, if he wanted some. He was leaning against the kitchen counter as the clock ticked 1 AM. He nodded and gave you a sympathetic smile. You poured some in for him, got your joint and you jumped on the kitchen counter, lighting the joint and took a big puff.
You were both silent and Pedro stood next to you, not really knowing what to say or do. âare youâŚ. okay?â he asked carefully and soft. Your eyes started watering and you tried to push away the overwhelming feeling of sadness and defeat. Even though how hard you tried, the tears started to slip. Pedro put his glass of wine away and put his arms around you for a hug. You were still sitting on the kitchen counter but the only person who was allowed in your bubble was Pedro. There was a safety, comforting and reassuring energy from him and you trusted him with your life. You started to sob, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. After an hour of crying and a bad headache, the weed finally kicked in, making you calm down a bit.
Pedro slept with you that night. Comforting where he could and giving you all the cuddles, making sure that you didnât feel alone and that you felt loved.
The passing days, youâve gone to the hospital. Your mother had a moment of communication with him and could say her goodbyes. You stood there, looking and unable to actually say goodbye. The next day, when you got ready for the hospital, they told you that you werenât welcome anymore. It broke your heart but they said his children wanted to be with him, which you could understand. Until you heard and saw pictures that nieces and cousins were there.
On Thursday, it was your birthday and letâs just say, you were NOT in the mood. You walked downstairs, feeling heavy and it got rougher with the day. Pedro was already awake and was making you a birthday breakfast. He saw you walk down the stairs and gave you a soft smile, pulling you into a hug. âI know youâre not really in a festive mood but I still want to make you feel special sweetheart. Happy birthday baby girl.â He told you and you held onto him tighter. âThank you Pepsi. I appreciate it.â He gave you a kiss on your forehead. You ate breakfast together and before you wanted to open your presents from Pedro, you got a call from your mom. You spoke to her before and she whished you a happy birthday so you knew that this call was going to be THE call.
âHey sweetieâŚ. Thereâs no easy way to say this but your uncle has passed away. Iâm on my way so we can go to family okay?â you were silent and you felt completely empty. âOkay..â you whispered out and hang up. You stared at Pedro, still feeling empty and you felt confused because of that. So many feeling swirled to your body and you couldnât identify them, leaving you feeling empty and confused. âHeâs gone.â You whispered out and Pedro teared up, seeing you like this.
He stood up, placing his hands on your arms, making you stand up. He pulled you into a hug. âIâm so, so sorry⌠Iâm here for you. I wonât leave you. You donât have to do this alone baby girl. Iâll be with you.â you nodded, still feeling empty and weird.
Your mom and her boyfriend arrived at your house, whished you a happy birthday and their condolences at the same time. Friends of yours did the same thing. From going to happy birthday to my condolences, was horrible and confusing. You got in the car and held Pedroâs hand the entire ride to your grandmaâs house and picking up your uncle on the way. You were scared that the same thing would happen here as it did with your godfather. (leaving you outside, unable to say your goodbyes, not allowed in the church because of COVID. But everyone knew better. She wanted you out of the family, a so called aunt of yours who wasnât even in the goddamn family. She was married to your uncle so as a matter of fact, she had no right in any way, shape or form to put you away.)
Pedro knew what had happened with your godfather and how you despise her. It was trauma where you still havenât really healed from. You told him there was a lot of tension in the family. Like A LOT. That so called aunt of yours, treated on of your uncles horrible. He had to do everything for everyone for free when he was still recovering from getting a new hip. And she even told him that he should be grateful that he could eat with them. She is one of the most evil person youâve met. So, you knew that there was at least something going to happen. And that there would be a big bomb of confrontation, tension and drama, falling in one of these days.
You got out of the car and greeted the people in the house but something was off. You couldnât put your finger on it, but something was going to happen. Your other aunt was behaving weird towards you. Not really looking at you when you tried to talk to her and sometimes staring at you when you were doing nothing and it caught not only your attention but Pedroâs as well, who sat next to you. You felt a distance between you and some âfamily membersâ.
One of your uncles came in, who you disliked as well cause he stood next to that piece of shit aunt and was one of the âleadersâ when your godfather died. So he was also to blame for how they treated you.
It was now 7 in the evening and you still hadnât eaten yet, but they told you that Maria (THAT aunt) was making dinner. It was a part of the culture to eat together when there was a loss in the family. It wasnât even up for discussion because you HAD to. So it was weird that you still hadnât eaten yet but maybe after seeing your uncle who had passed, you would eat.
That uncle spoke up. âThis is a sad day. I just want to make clear that whatâs going to happen, are the whishes from the family and not my decisionâŚâ he looked at you and your mom, making you frown a bit. You felt a pit in your stomach as flashbacks from your godfather came to mind, scared that history was going to repeat itself. âAfter seeing him, we want you all to go home. We have long and tiring days ahead.â He finished his sentence, looking at you and your mom once again. Everyone stood up and his wife was looking sympathetic at you, making you even more suspicious. You looked at your mom and Pedro, hoping that they noticed it too. Your mom was too busy talking with that uncle so you looked at Pedro, who seemed to noticed it as well. âIâm with you, remember?â he softly told you, making you nod.
You all got in the car, your mom was driving, her boyfriend next to her, the uncle you picked up in the backseat and Pedro next to you. You were the second to arrive at the place they put your uncle in. Your godmother, another aunt and her daughters first as you waited. You couldnât see him from where you were standing so you waited for your turn. Everyone followed behind you, there were at least 25 family members behind you. The kids of your uncle walked in and one of your aunts (his daughter that hugged you in the hospital) walked straight up to you and your mom. âI appreciate you coming here, but youâre not welcome. I need you to leave, youâre getting too close and I canât deal with it.â you felt a brick hitting you, knocking out the air from your lungs. Tears started to water and your heart was pounding. Everyone was surprised and Pedro looked shocked.
You were the first to turn around and walk out of the building, almost knocking over that piece of shit of your uncle, over as you picked up your pace. Youâre breathing started to become uneven while you sobbed, trying to catch some air. Everything was spinning around you. You heard someone call your name but you didnât care anymore. The humiliation you felt and not being able to wrap your head around it. Why did she want you gone when youâve done absolutely nothing wrong and when she hugged you in the hospital. You didnât understand until it clicked where it came from. THAT auntâŚ. She was sleeping there and she wanted you gone from the minute you were in the family. They were vulnerable and she abused that vulnerability so she could push you and your mom out by manipulation.
You looked up in the sky for a minute, trying to get out of the panic attack, gasping for air. You felt hands on your arm, as the person tried to turn you around while you gasped for air. It was Pedro, worry extremely visible on his face. His heart broke into a million pieces, seeing you like this. You tried to push him away. The pain you felt in this moment was out of this world. You couldnât handle it but Pedro didnât budge. He knew you were in survival mode from this traumatic event.
âHey, itâs me. Itâs me, look at me.â Â Pedro begged as he cupped your cheeks. âBreath for me baby girl, breath.â He begged and you sobbed uncontrollably. Pedro pulled you into a tight hug. You saw over his shoulder, your mom and her boyfriend talking to your (good) aunt and your other uncle (that you picked up) walked out, extremely mad and pointed at the car to go in. You were ready to leave this hell place right now. You got out of the hug and into the car. You were completely dissociating right now.
Your uncle extremely mad as he got in the car. âBring me to the station. Iâm leaving. This isnât over yet, I promise you that! Nobody touches my family. Nobody touches Y/N. NEVER. Donât you worry, this isnât over.â He told you but it was over for you. you got kicked out by half of the family because one person dislikes you for no reason. The other half, was standing up for you but there was no way you would go back.
You stared out of the window, trying hard not to make a sound from crying. Pedro had his arm around you, holding you tightly to his side, never looking away from you. His hand cradled your head and carefully pulled you into him so you could hide in his neck. You arrived at the train station and you all got out of the car and hugged your uncle. He cupped your cheeks âListen to me. You are my family. Fuck them. This isnât over. You keep being strong okay sweetheart?â You nodded, tears streaming out over his hand and he gave you a kiss on your forehead before leaving.
You sat in the car again, everyone was silent. Even when you arrived home, you couldnât comprehend what had happened. You were dissociating very hard and had a blank expression. Your mom was talking to her boyfriend while Pedro stayed next to you, never leaving your side or leaving you out of his sight.
You were going from crying to thinking everything over to feeling blank to hate. It was a whole damn rollercoaster. Your mom picked up some groceries for dinner but you werenât hungry. You were all drinking wine that your mom got until she got a call from that aunt. She picked up and they told you that they had to go back and eat at grandmaâs house. âSo they even fucking liedâŚ.â You told them, remembering what that uncle told you before you left. Then she told you that the aunt that told you to leave, told everybody that she didnât. you couldnât believe it. âShe said it in front of every fucking one! And now she wants to fucking LIE about it?!â your rage was out of this world and you angrily stepped outside in the garden, lighting a cigarette.
You sat on the lounge couch outside and lit the fireplace and stared at the fire for a couple of second until Pedro came outside with some wine and a blanket. You were silently crying from all the pain you felt. You knew that you werenât going to be invited for the funeral. And even if you was, you wouldnât go. You had to protect that little girl inside of you from ever happening something like this again. Kicked out to the curb like you so many people did before her. It wasnât about ego or pride but to protect yourself and like I said, that little girl inside. If you would go, than you would show them that it was okay to treat you like this when it absolutely isnât. You donât want to be around so much toxicity. This had to be the hardest choice to make and there wasnât a good ending for what you would choose except to protect yourself.
âHeyâ Pedro said softly. Your face was puffy and irritated from crying so much, your eyes red and watery. You tried to give him a smile but you could see from miles away it wasnât meant. He placed the bottle of wine on the table in front of you and placed the blanket over your shoulders. It started to rain but luckily the lounge area came with a roof. Music softly played in the background. You had your knees up to your chest and rested your chin on your knee. âThank you.â you softly murmured as you poured wine into your glass.
Pedro didnât know what to say to make it less painful for you. I mean, how could you. There was no way to make it less painful. âIâm so sorryâŚ.â He told you softly and carefully looked at you. Tears pooled in his own eyes as his heart broke to see you like this as images flashed in his mind of how you walked away and remembering the pain on your face. You looked at him and slowly nodded, both at this point unable to say anything. Pedro sniffled and looked away for a sec.
You looked down as tears just kept streaming as if you were in a trance. Pedro stood up and took your hand in his, making you stand up. You had no clue what he wanted to do but neither did you care that much. He sat down in the corner and softly pulled you with him so he could cuddle you in a more comfortable position. âGod, Iâm sorry.â He told you and pulled you in for a hug. Pedro held you tightly to his side while you cried. You held onto his cardigan, pulling it into your fist and squeezed tightly. âJust let it out baby girl. Iâve got you and I wonât leave you.â he whispered, cracks in his voice since he became emotional.
After a while, your mom and her boyfriend stepped outside and you finally calmed down. Rage took itâs place as a defense mechanism. You all hang outside for a while until your mom and her boyfriend left. You convinced them that you would be okay and if you werenât, would contact them. Besides, you had Pedro and he promised them to look after you.
Your feet were propped up on the table as you listened to the rain, heavily falling onto the roof, the fire crackling before you and the music softly playing on the background. âSo⌠what are you going to do if you get an invitation for the funeral?â he asked and your expression looked pained again. âI wonât go.â You explained why.
âTheyâve treated me so horrible⌠not only today but years even. And I kept going back. I just wanted to be loved but in that process, Iâve lost myself. I wanted a family that cared about me so badly that it almost didnât matter what they would do. But they donât love me. Theyâve never seen the real me. They donât care. I canât afford reacting the same way as I used to. Never speaking up for myself or whatever. Iâm not going to fight for this, neither do I want to. Iâm done. I rather have no family at all, than themâŚ. Iâm done being okay with being treated with the BARE MINIMUM. I canât and wonât let them.â
Pedro nodded. âYouâre the strongest person Iâve ever met. I really admire you and the strength you carry. People can only wish to have 1/10 of the strength you have. Iâm here, and will support and stand behind you with every decision you take. Let them lose you kiddo. Let them miss out on your big heart. They donât deserve even a small part of the love youâre able to give. They donât deserve you, baby girl. They really donât.â The moment he talked about your big heart, you lost it and he hit you right in the feelings.
Your eyes started to water again and before you even knew it, the tears slipped. âCan you give me a hug?â you asked, voice broken as you softly broke down. What he said, hit very hard. It was like that little girl inside of you, felt seen for the first time. âOf course! Come here baby girl!â he stood up and pulled you into his chest again. You wrapped your arms around him and held his cardigan tightly in your fist. He placed his hand softly on the back of your head and placed multiple kisses on your head. âWeâre going to be okay. You are going to be okay.â You nodded and cried. âI need you to know, that I do love you. Very much so, okay?â you nodded again.
After an hour and two videos further, you both decided to head upstairs. You were exhausted, yet your mind kept wandering back to the events that took place earlier. You got into bed and Pedro walked into your room, not wanting you to be alone and neither did you want too. He crawled in next to you and you immediately clang to him. His arm underneath you, pulling you closer, your head on his chest. You listened to his heartbeat and breathing, hoping that you could keep your focus on that but tears slipped silently. Pedro didnât noticed that you were crying until his shirt started to get wet and you finally sniffled your nose softly.
He got you out of the hug for a minute and held your hand and got into the corner again. You let your head rest on his chest. You were mentally and physically exhausted and still had some rough days ahead of you. âIâm so tired Pedge⌠I really am.â He softly shushed you. âI know baby girl, I know.â
After you finally calmed down. âI know something fun to watch. I donât want to go to bed immediately. Need some distraction.â You told Pedro as you chugged your wine in. He gave you a soft smile and nodded. You got a new, stronger joint along side your laptop from inside. It was peaceful outside with the rain (and now thunder from afar). You put the heather on and placed your laptop on your, stretched out legs and searched for what you wanted to. Something easy to watch, yet something that would keep your attention. You found what you wanted and leaned against Pedro. Pedro took the laptop from your legs and placed it on his own so you could get comfortable.
âHey, hey, itâs okay princess.â He told you. âIâm not going to let this happen just like this. When I see Maria, sheâs going to hear what I have to say. Iâm not letting her take my right of speech.â You sniffled. âYou know Iâll support you. I know youâre strong enough. Stronger than she could ever wish to be. And I know how intense you can get too. You do, what you need to do, to process this and if thatâs, speaking your mind to her. Than you should and Iâll be right beside you.â he told you, kissing your head.
âThank you Pedge. For showing me what love is.â Pedro smiled softly. âAnd Iâll never stop.â He comforted you. âGoodnight.â You told him softly. âGoodnight baby girl. And wake me up if you canât sleep or for anything okay?â you nodded. âPromise?â he asked you softly. âI promise.â Pedro kissed the top of your head as a reaction. You closed your eyes, knowing that you needed sleep for whatever bullshit was coming your way, knowing that it wasnât over yet. But you were strong. Stronger than you ever thought you could be and even stronger than that. It was going to take time, a lot of time to get over this and heal from it. But for now, you needed sleep if you were going to survive this battle you had to face.
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part of a college au Iâll probably never fully write, but I love anyway.
Joy/Nina, Patricia/Eddie
Two local British girls pick up their idiot Americanâs at the airport after a long winter holiday.
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âI bet itâs Eddie whoâs taking forever,â Patricia said. She checked her watch. The plane had landed forty-five minutes ago.
âItâs so crowded,â Joy said. âI bet itâs a baggage claim issue.â
âHeâd still find a way to make it longer,â Patricia said.
Joy rolled her eyes. She saw through Patriciaâs annoyed exterior. âPlease, youâre desperate to see him.â
Patricia scoffed. âAm not,â she said. âAt best, I am mildly pleased to have someone back in the country who can handle the kind of horror movies I like.â
âIs that why you rushed me out of the door?â Joy said. Patricia scowled at her smug smile.
âYouâre talking a lot of smack for someone who runs to their girlfriend at the gate like youâre in the sappiest Hallmark movie on TV.â
Joy dropped her jaw. âSappy? Iâm not sappy, Iâm never sappy,â Joy claimed.
âSo that wasnât you last Valentineâs writing Nina a two page love letter and hand-making a bouquet?â
Joy crossed her arms. âNo, I donât recall,â she said. She scanned the crowd.
âNina and I arenât the mushy type,â Joy said. âAm I excited to hear her weird, American accent and listen to her drone on about mummification or whatever? Sure, maybe â but I wouldnât be caught dead all like âBaby! I missed you! Letâs hold hands on the tube!ââ
âYou always hold hands on the tube!â said Patricia.
âShe wanders,â Joy snapped.
âWell, you wonât catch me in a mushy reunion. Iâm sick of Eddie already. Why he wants me to come all the way here to meet him when Iâm just gonna go right back to campus is beyond me,â Patricia said.
Joy smiled. âFive pounds says youâll cave first,â she said.
âDeal.â
âYacker!â someone shouted in the crowd. They turned, knowing that could only be one person.
Patriciaâs whole face lit up. Joy thought this would be the easiest money she ever made.
Eddie and Nina appeared, waving.
Ninaâs eyes were tired from the flight, but when she saw Joy she smiled so wide her face nearly broke.
âMercer!â Nina said. She ran to her, her suitcase dragging to keep up.
Joy couldnât help it. When she saw that smile and heard that accent, she ran to hug her. Nina dropped her suitcase.
Meanwhile, Patricia stayed firmly planted and made Eddie walk to her.
âSappy!â she yelled at Joy, who was too busy kissing Ninaâs cheek to respond.
Nina squeezed her hard. âUgh, I missed you!â she said.
âI missed you too,â Joy said into her shoulder. She pulled away and pouted. âI canât believe you were gone for a month,â she said. âYouâre not allowed to do that ever again.â
âYes maâam,â Nina said.
Joy looked over Ninaâs shoulder and saw Patricia and Eddie distracted with each other. She felt safe enough asking, âSo how was your flight, baby?â
Nina groaned. âIt was fine until Eddie insisted I watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre with him. Even when I bailed halfway through I still had to watch the whole thing âcause his screen was so bright.â
Joy grabbed her hand and swayed. âWanna come to mine and watch a better movie later?â she asked. She traced Ninaâs collarbone.
âOnly if youâre okay with me falling asleep during it,â Nina said. âAnd I have to shower first. I'm so gross, I canât believe Iâm even letting you stand this close to me.â
âDonât care,â Joy said. To prove it, she kissed her extra hard.
Nina pulled away, out of breath. âWell, maybe Iâll just shower at your place,â she said. Her cheeks were flushed.
âOh, you and that perfect ass were always coming home with me. Sweet you thought I would give you a choice though,â Joy said. Nina smiled.
âShould we get going?â she asked.
âYeah,â Joy said. âNot looking forward to a whole tube ride with those two. I bet Patricia I would be less sappy than her during the reunion.â
Joy had definitely lost now, but as long as sheâd lost, she was looking forward to spending the train ride doodling on Ninaâs hands like she loved to do.
âI dunno, you still might pull out a victory,â Nina said. She pointed behind them.
Sure enough, Patricia and Eddie were making out while travelers wove around them. Patricia even let him thread his fingers in hers.
âHypocrite!â Joy gasped.
âWell, I havenât made any bets, so Iâm going to be super mushy when we get to your place,â Nina said. She kissed Joyâs temple.
Joy crossed her arms and rolled her eyes as if she was opposed. âFine, you have permission to be mushy as long as you never tell Patricia.â
âOh, Iâd never tell Patricia what I do in your room,â Nina said with a smile.
Joy felt a buzz in her stomach. God she missed her. âMaybe it would be faster to take a cab homeâŚâ Joy said. Nina laughed.
Joy grabbed her hand and led her to the exit, hoping to get out of the airport before she got too hot and bothered.
As they passed Patricia and Eddie, Joy said, âKnock it off lovebirds, weâre leaving.â
They reluctantly pulled apart. Eddie was smiling but Patricia gave Joy a dirty look.
However, it was nothing compared to the look she gave when Nina said, âDamn guys, save the mushiness for behind closed doors.â
Joy couldnât have been prouder.
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Sweet Nothing - Chapter 1 - The Question
A series of one shots mini fics of our favourite idiots in love to celebrate my birthday, along with all the other July birthdays in the fandom <3
The master list can be found here!
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Hi friends!!
This is the first of the prompts I received for my birthday celebration. I've changed the date you can submit them to until the end of the week (9th July) and you can submit them here!
I am going to try to keep them to around 1k - 1.5k words each (lol) but we'll see haha
So far I have received 24, and will write them as and when I can over the next several weeks.
The prompt for this first one was "get over here", and the anon who requested it had their birthday yesterday - so happy belated birthday!! I hope you enjoy this <;3
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Words: 1.5 k
Warnings: none.
Read over on Ao3, or below the cut
Heâd always known that she was a terrible sick person.
He remembered once, when she was relatively new to the team and still desperate to prove herself, sheâd shown up to the bullpen full of cold. She was irritable, her temper short as she insisted that she was fine even though it was evident that wasnât the case, right up to the moment he had sent her home.Â
Sheâd told him since, after theyâd become friends but before they got together, that sheâd spent the entire journey home cursing him out at the top of her voice until sheâd had to pull her car over because of a coughing fit.Â
There had been moments when she was in Paris, where she did the bulk of her recovery from what Ian had done to her, when he wondered how she was doing. If she was driving the French doctors crazy as she insisted she could do things herself even when she clearly couldnât. He asked her about it on their first night together, his hand resting over the large scar just below her rib cage. She smiled softly as she told him about her physical therapist, who she had nicknamed âMonsieur Ratched,â a tone to her voice that let her know exactly what she thought of the man who had helped her body work again.Â
Heâd always known that she was a terrible sick person, but he had never expected her to be clingy. Insistent on being wherever he was, her face pressed into his neck or her head in his lap as she laid next to him.Â
It had taken him by surprise the first time she didnât feel well after they got together. She had a stomach bug, something she initially claimed was food poisoning from one of Daveâs pasta nights before Aaron pointed out he had eaten the same as her and was fine, and she was grumpy. Heâd gone over to hers to make sure she was ok, expecting her to tell him to leave her alone, but sheâd wrapped herself around him, her hand grasping at his shirt sleeve when he mentioned heâd leave her to sleep.Â
He liked it. He liked that she needed him, that she allowed herself to need him. Something he knows she hasnât done with anyone in a long time, if ever.Â
Itâs how he finds himself in their living room, curled up on the couch with Emilyâs head in his lap and her hand on his knee as they watch Casablanca together in their pjyamas.Â
Jack was the one who had come home with the flu having caught it at school and he was all about Emily when he was sick. Heâd snuck into their bed and slept between them. Early one morning, Aaron had woken up alone in their bed and had gone to look for them, searching their house for his family. Heâd found them downstairs, cuddled up on the couch with The Wizard of Oz on TV. Emily smiled at him and explained watching classic movies always made her feel better when she was sick, and The Wizard of Oz was the only one she could think of that was child appropriate.Â
Emily sniffs, her nose blocked, and then she groans, the sound immediately turning into a cough. He rubs the hand that had been resting on her back up and down it, whispering reassuring words to her as he helps her sit up so she can get over the coughing fit.Â
âYouâre ok, sweetheart,â he says, continuing to rub circles on her back, âYouâre ok, Iâve got you.âÂ
She moans as the coughing fit passes and then leans in towards him, resting her head on his shoulder, âJack is so lucky I love him and that heâs cute,â she complains, her voice rough and congested.Â
Aaron clears his throat to cover a laugh, well aware that even when this sick she wouldnât thank him for laughing at her, and he turns his head to kiss her forehead, âWeâre both very lucky that you love us, Em,â he says, grimacing at the temperature of her skin before he pulls back, âI should go get you some more meds.â
âNot yet,â she mumbles, laying back down to place her head in his lap, curling up into his embrace, âI want to lay here a little longer.âÂ
âIt will just take a minute-â
âIn a little while,â she cuts him off, her irritation slipping through, and she shifts to look up at him, sniffing again, âYouâll get the meds and then youâll realise I need to eat with them so youâll make dinner, and before I know it an hour will have gone by, so I just want to lay here.âÂ
âOk, sweetheart,â he promises her, his hand on the top of her head as he plays with her hair, âWe can just stay here.âÂ
He looks at her, and even though sheâs sick, he doesnât think sheâs ever looked more beautiful. The combination of her smile and her bright red nose from where sheâd been blowing it for days and her paler-than-usual skin, free the words heâd had trapped in his chest for weeks.Â
âMarry me.âÂ
It takes a moment for what heâs said to register, but when it does she chokes out a laugh, her mouth dropping open as she shakes her head, âThis is the perfect moment?âÂ
Theyâd spoken about it before theyâd bought the house. Marriage was something they both wanted, something that felt like the next natural step for them. They both wanted it all. Marriage, kids, a long and happy life together. After everything, they both deserved it. She knew he had a ring, heâd teased her about it more than once, claiming heâd hidden it somewhere sheâd never find it, and heâd told her he wanted to wait until the perfect moment to propose.
He chuckles softly, and continues to move his fingers through her hair, playing with the soft strands of it as she looks up at him incredulously.Â
âYes,â he says, his smile widening as she rolls her eyes at him, âIt is the perfect moment.��
She shakes her head at him and sits up, shifting so sheâs sitting in his lap, her arms around his neck as she looks at him, âMe being unable to breathe through my nose with a mild fever is the perfect moment?âÂ
He shrugs one of his shoulders, âEvery moment with you is perfect,â he says, smiling as she shakes her head, âI was looking at you and I realised I want to take care of you for the rest of my life. I know you donât need looking after, that youâre more than capable of-â
âYes.âÂ
He stops, his mouth still open as she cuts off his explanation, a wide smile on her face. âYes?âÂ
She nods and she cups the back of his neck, her fingers caught up in the short strands of his hair, âYes, Iâll marry you.â She replies, and she chuckles as he leans forward to kiss her, pulling back from him, âHoney, Iâm sick.âÂ
âSweetheart,â he says, holding her in place, âYouâve barely been more than a couple of feet away from me in days, if Iâm going to get it that ship has sailed,â he says, capturing her lips in a kiss, smiling when she responds, kissing him once more before she pulls back, âI love you.âÂ
âI love you too,â she replies, leaning into him to hug him, sighing as he wraps his arms around her. âCan I see the ring?âÂ
He chuckles as he pulls away, his eyebrow raised as he looks at her, âYou looked for it, didnât you?â He asks, and the way she avoids his eye contact, her cheeks pinking up for the first time in days, tells him everything he needs to know. He kisses her once more before he shifts out from underneath her, âI told you that youâd never find it.âÂ
She watches as he walks towards the kitchen before she hears a cabinet open, followed by the sound of pans clanking against each other. He walks back into the living room, a small black box in his hand.
âYou hid it in the kitchen?â She asks, raising her eyebrow at him, and he smiles as he shrugs at her.Â
âIn the pots and pans cabinet,â he says, âI knew youâd never look in there.âÂ
âGet over here,â She scoffs, but any further response is cut off as he sits back next to her and opens the box and the ring is revealed to her. She bites her lip and looks at him, her eyes shining.Â
âAsk me again.âÂ
Aaron smiles, his heart beating wildly in his chest even though he knew the answer, âEmily Prentiss, will you marry me?âÂ
She kisses him before she rests her forehead against his, a tear escaping past her lashline, as she repeats her answer, the only answer she could ever have.Â
âYes.âÂ
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Worst cartoons you ever watched?
Oh damn, alright, let's go. I'm a cartoon lover, so this is gonna go hard.
For the purposes of fairness, I'm leaving out anything intended for the preK-2nd grade ages. If it airs on playhouse disney/disney jr/nick jr/PBS/etc, I'm not counting it, because it's for a much different audience than stuff like what airs on normal Nickelodeon. I'm also not counting anything aimed at middle/high schoolers or adults, because I wasn't allowed to watch any of it.
Also, disclaimer: I do not watch most current kids cartoons. They don't interest me. I don't care how much anyone wants to hype up Steven Universe, Owl House, or whatever else - they just aren't things that interest me at this point in my life, so all of this is going to be very late 90's - 2010's centric and specifically shows that I watched more than a single episode of, either because I chose to or because my younger sibling liked it (mostly that).
1) Fairly Odd Parents. Look, it was okay in the beginning. I used to watch it if there was nothing else on, because it was better than being bored, but the longer that show ran, the more it sucked. They had virtually zero continuity, and they ran out of ideas WAY early on so they just started adding characters and throwing out their own rules for the sake of a half assed gag. It should have been canceled a *looooooong* time ago. And now apparently they're rebooting it?? I have very little hope for that.
2) Fish Hooks. In a time where most Disney Channel shows were still good, this was just crap. It was crass, relied on cheap toilet humor, and they officially lost me when they started making death/zombie jokes about a fishstick. I honestly rarely like shows like that anyway (ed edd & eddy is the only one that comes to mind), but especially from Disney Channel I expected better.
3) Adventures In Odyssey. Look, I was heavily raised on PBS. If you wanted to watch TV, PBS was sometimes your only option. And when you're trapped in an evangelical home with WAY too many restrictions on what counts as "appropriate", this was often something that I was more or less forced to watch. I don't care that it was aimed at ages 8-12, I was their target demographic and I hated every minute of it. I was already sick of constantly having religion shoved down my throat, and this show didn't make it suck any less. I genuinely remember thinking parts of if where it got extra preach-y were just flat out stupid. It's probably at least 50% trauma talking, but I hated that show so much. I'd have rather watched literally anything else.
Dishonorable mention to Ren & Stimpy - I wasn't allowed to watch it, but just the commercials gave me nightmares.
This list honestly isn't very long, because most cartoons that I hated (that I wasn't banned from watching) I watched less than a single episode of, got the ick for whatever reason, and never tried it again. Most of the ones I truly hated were the ones aimed at preschoolers, because my sibling would watch them and I would be subjected to them (notable ones I hated were Word World and Wow Wow Wubzie or however it's spelled). There were also honestly a few that I hated simply because my sibling loved them, and us having differing opinions on a show was one of the only ways I could feel like my own individual person, so I hated them on principle - had it not been for my sibling/how we were raised, I *might* have liked at least some of them.
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TWO BIRDS ON A WIRE. a drabble on jimmy and jade (and chuck). cw death, drug use, overdose.
a twenty-two year old jimmy mcgill walks into a bar one night and in the crowd, he spots a twenty-four year old elena maldonado. after a futile attempt or two at buying her a drink, she gives in and allows it. itâs been too long since sheâs felt another persons warmth, or had any really pleasant interactions with someone. jimmy, (the sweet-talker, the charmer) manages to get her into his bed. a month later he sees her again, but away from the dim lights of the bar, and without the comforting burn of whiskey within them â things are very different. on a cicero street outside a diner, sheâs frantic, âiâm pregnant. yes iâm sure. yes itâs yours. i donât have the money for a kid! what are we gonna do?â in the moment jimmy does his best to deescalate the scene. to reassure her for the time being because he doesnât want anyone to see her screaming at him. but heâs woefully unprepared, too, and he will never be equipped with what it takes to be a good father. for a while he tries, elena is scared and alone and her insistence is just enough to get an attempt at normalcy out of him. but after he follows her back to her hometown of east saint louis he realizes he barely knows her. heâs slippinâ jimmy, flying by the seat of his pants. does he even want to know her? they donât get along well. is he prepared to become a provider? to be someone like his father before him? the moment he envisions himself in his fathers shoes, he knows heâs got to leave. elena is only a few months along. it didnât come as a shock to her, he always felt like he was looking for a way out of it. he was young. he was scared. he didnât want a kid. she wasnât stupid. but he never got a shred of grace. and she barely ever spoke of him.Â
his absence during jadeâs childhood was palpable. birthdays came and went, she grew out of secondhand clothes. the few strings of christmas lights mom left in the box behind the tv went up and came down, eventually dimming so much only half of them didnât blink. in the beginning she would always ask âwhereâs my dad?â. he was alive and around, that much she knew. it only made her more curious. when her mother was at work she spent days glued to their ancient tv set, watching stories about all kinds of fathers. she wondered desperately, what kind would he have been?Â
but then mom would come home, and she would tuck her curiosity to the back of her mind because she learned after some time that asking only hurt elena. their relationship was almost enough to satiate her need for some kind of answer about him. until mom got sick, at least. her sickness, like so many others, came without warning and tore them apart. elena wasnât in a position to take care of herself. between the health system, her busy work schedule, and the eight year old relying on her, she thought sheâd be lucky to live a year or two. jade doesnât like to think about that last year with her mother. she doesnât like to think about the last time she saw her, living or dead. but her death opened a door that has previously been boarded up and bolted shut.Â
chuck thought that he was taking on enough when he brought jimmy back to albuquerque with him. but when news of jades existence fell into his lap nearly a year later, he figured this is another one of jimmy's famous punchlines. the joke? chuck thinking trying to get jimmy to do better was going to be anything less than chaos. jimmy is unfit to raise her, that much the system deduces. heâs been incarcerated, then in the mail room and living in a hotel. so, chuck has a choice. take jade in, or leave her in the system. when their mother finds out about her, the choice is all but made for him.Â
when she heard albuquerque being called âthe land of enchantmentâ she expected something a little different. it was a strange thing, to be in a world that looked so different to the one she had known. meeting her father was even stranger. the day it happened, sheâd already been moved into chucks house. even given the previously unknown feeling of having her own room, which she used to cry and cry until she couldnât anymore. she asked chuck almost immediately where her dad was once she arrived, and he explained that jimmy wouldnât live there with them, but they could visit whenever they wanted. after giving her a day or two to settle in, she sat at the dining table beside him. she examined every aspect of his face, trying to discern features they might have in common. she came up short. he seemed stiff, awkward at first. he asked her questions most adults did. did she like school? what subjects did she like? and on and on. she finished answering the same round of questions from chuck just hours before. jade began to feel something different at that table. no longer was there curiosity, there was resentment rearing its head. and a palpable fear. resentment because he left, fear because maybe she was the reason. maybe he just couldnât love her like dads loved their daughters. maybe she just didnât deserve it. but, as the night went on, they settled into each otherâs presence ever so slightly. jimmy had her doing things she hadnât done since her mom died. smile, laugh. it was like someone somewhere had flipped a light on. he made silly jokes she was only just young enough to laugh at. they talked about movies. they talked about their favorite things. she realized that she hadnât inherited his features, but instead his interests, his humor, his love for old films. whatever negative emotions had bubbled up were gone within the hour. for the moment, she was content with being dazzled by her dad, who worked at the mailroom, who made good jokes, who didnât always show up to visit â but when he did she felt a peace that made the loss of her mother just a little easier. when they were alone, he would tell her captivating stories about his days in cicero. the scams he pulled, money he made, laws he broke.Â
time always comes to change things. they were no exception. by thirteen, she loved her dad. but chuck was the one who helped with homework, who gave her advice, who guided her. all while drawing a very clear line between right and wrong. jimmy was good for a laugh, good for a ride to the video store, good for keeping a secret. she decided by then that singing was all she wanted to do with her life. the choice, influenced by rebecca, was only solidified when she learned that she really did have a good voice. she had been in the school musical a few times. jimmy didnât come to see her in any of them. he must have just been busy, she told herself. but the 8th grade talent show was something different altogether. she practiced for weeks. she made chuck, rebecca, and jimmy promise they would be there. the night came. jade did well, up until she spotted chuck and rebecca sitting in the crowd with an empty chair beside them. dad hadnât come. one thing she learned he wasnât good for, keeping promises. things werenât the same after that. she didnât want to sing anymore. she found a new group of friends who spent most of their time skipping classes. she tried drugs for the first time. she got detention more often than she should have. her grades started to slip. jimmy never seemed concerned. chuck, on the other hand, was seeing too many signs of jimmyâs ways starting to grow within jade. she lied with ease. she chose the easy way out. she talked her way out of every failed test and call from a teacher. by the time jade was sixteen chuck could no longer leave the house. it made lying to him much easier, much more successful. her grades were better now, she wasnât hanging around any bad influences anymore, she wanted to be a lawyer. just like them. none of it was true. and jimmy knew this, but he never looked far enough into it. why worry himself? she seemed fine. and he never told chuck out of a lack of necessity. they were as thick as thieves. although that feeling had been growing, the one that made her believe he never really cared, she decided having a dad who was like this was cool. who needed discipline? she could take care of herself. dad saw that, she was sure. she knew when to stop partying, when to stop lying, didnât she?Â
jimmy and chuck begin to implode. suddenly, whatever semblance of stability jade had is crumbling beneath her feet. thereâs a clear choice to make here: dad or chuck. unbeknownst to her, sheâs being used as a pawn in their games. chuck has never been so attentive, so eager to support her idea of going to law school. she chooses him. jimmy tries to warn her, all while attempting his own manipulations. by then, sheâs eighteen, and sheâs accepted that he will never make much room in his heart for her. itâs a revelation that crushed her slowly throughout her teenage years. but chuck? uncle chuck is different. she knows this. he cares. he wants me to do good things. maybe my dad really is just a bad person. iâm not going to be like him.
then, without warning, jimmy tells all. all about her dishonesty. all in an attempt at bringing chuck down to his level, uncaring of how it will affect her, preaching the importance of truth. chuck admits a terrible thing that will haunt jade well into her adult life. he never cared. he never wanted her to succeed out of the goodness of his heart. he only ever took her in to please their mother, and for the sake of a moral high ground. in only a few sentences, everything jade thought she knew is no longer true. she swears never to talk to chuck again. she spirals out of control in a rebellious tantrum. then, on an evening that she never forgets, she shows up to his house to grab some of her old things (secretly hoping he'll see her and take it all back) and it's burning to the ground. jade is there for most of the ordeal. sheâs howling like a wounded animal, all grief and sorrow. this night is another dividing line in her life, and things will never be quite the same.
in all of her guilt and grief, she looks for her dad, wanting something to anchor her to the waking world and keep her from falling deeper into her hole. but heâs nowhere to be found, not interested in helping her mourn or being a shoulder to cry on. sheâs alone. the ground beneath her becomes slippery and she falls into chaos. she attempts half-heartedly to go to college, pre-law. to see if somehow being that version of what chuck wanted her to be would feel good. but it doesnât last long, thereâs no solace in the attempt at healing through positive action â and slowly the chaos consumes her. her days are a blur of drugs, alcohol, a toxic relationship. in a drug fueled rage, jade tells jimmy of her feelings for the first time. they hadnât seen each other in months, she clawed at his door like a starved animal, when she got her chance she went for the kill. jimmy could hardly make out any of it, she was so high it sounded almost like gibberish between the different versions of âyou abandoned meâ and the âi hate youâ. his reaction was less than desirable. he feigned, for a time, caring about her issues. but he wanted nothing more to run from what he saw in front of him. he knew deep down, jade was good, kind, pure. and all of his dirty traits had pulled her down into an abyss. his disregard had created a sick, desperate person who stood across from him screaming expletives. someone who believed maybe she was just unlovable. once she stopped he got her to a hotel and paid for a night. when she surrendered to sleep he thought briefly about staying. about finally being something akin to a caretaker. he was gone by morning.
everyone has to hit rock bottom sometime, and jade hit hers on the floor of a public bathroom. jimmy is her emergency contact, so when her overdose earns her a stay in the hospital, he was who they called. by then he was barely jimmy anymore. saul goodman was plastered all over town on billboards and park benches. he had more than enough money to send her to the best rehab program money could buy, which conveniently was in another state. out of sight out of mind. but this didnât last long. one evening jimmy receives a package from her facility. itâs from jade. they havenât spoken in over a year. first thereâs a note, âlisten.â scrawled on a small post-it. then as he inspects further he finds an old record, itâs a single. todd rundgrenâs hello itâs me. he laughs. not exactly his taste. but heâs compelled to play it anyway, on the comically lavish music set up heâs got in his comically lavish house. something stirs in him as the clear message comes through. the message she couldnât deliver through a phone call for a lack of strength. she wants back in his life. she needs him. finally, he reaches out. they donât talk about what sheâs said to him, or what he did to her. the chit chat. he jokes with her. pretending nothing happened isnât so bad, jade thinks.
when she finally finishes her stay in rehab, he sends a car to bring her back to albuquerque. upon arriving sheâs got mo money, nowhere to live, and nothing more than a high school education and a year of college to help her forward. upon seeing his new lifestyle, she decides asking him for help is more than fair. his dirty money pays for an apartment, a new car, and anything else she might want. it does enough to quell his guilt and make her presence bareable. he offers a job begrudgingly, which she takes because she doesnât want to live off of his money forever. this is only temporary, sheâs going to make something for herself. she just has to figure out what that might be. they fall into a strange rhythm. they donât talk about chuck, or elena, or her drug use. they donât talk about anything serious. their mutual pretending can be enjoyable, and at times jade feels like she can almost believe that theyâre okay. but she has to remind herself, itâs all just pretend.
sheâs not sure who he is anymore. who they are together. who they ever were. whatever any of it was, theyâre both running from it. and she wonders where all of this running will take them.
#drabble.#info.#drug use cw#death cw#i wrote this in trance#and thereâs like. so much more to cover and think about but lord#you donât deserve to have to read so much
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Info dump about feeling alone n stuff
So I'll start this off by saying my mom was never really present like she should've been, she's got a few chronic illnesses and she's disabled, a lot of my childhood she was in bed, asleep, busy, or some other reason that she couldn't give me attention. I'm sure we did lots of things together but what I remember most is her not being present.
I have to brothers but for most of my life the older one has been mean and the younger one was a complete brat so I didn't have any connection to them.
When I was really little (4-5?) my mom was moving us 45 minutes away and would usually go up for a few days and come back to town for one or so. Now already that was hard for me because she was the only person I knew, no friends, no friendly neighbors, no dad. She'd leave me and my brothers with her mom who is an immigrant (doesn't speak a ton of English) and who honestly disliked us a lot. She refused to let us call out mom even if she said it was okay, she would watch us and criticize everything we did, she was very emotionally cold. It was a lot harder than it should've been for me and I kinda thought about how I missed my mom constantly. One time my mom came back for a lil bit and told me I could come with her, but my dumb lil self was being rude so she just left me. Now that's fine, but for me it was: mom is home > I can go with her!!! > Say something > mom is mad > says I can't come > drives away > without her for days
Which for a small child was really damaging
Then, later my mom said we were moving a state away and me and my brothers had to stay with her parents while she packed up the house
That meant that 8 year old me had to stay in a new state with people I barely knew
My mom would be in California for a few weeks and we'd stay in her parents house which was cold, and empty. She didn't like having the heater on so the house was cold, didn't like decorating so it kinda had the bare minimum. No toys, no books, 30 minutes of tv a day, not allowed to really play in the yard. We really didn't go anywhere like parks or anything, maybe the McDonald's play place once a week. So that left a lot of time for me to cry about how I missed my mom. My grandma was still as apathetic as ever and wouldn't let us call her. My grandpa was a bit better but they were bad parents and didn't know how to interact with kids at all. This went on for only like 2 months but it felt like an eternity for me as a kid
Next, my mom eventually stayed in my grandparents house, she's always stayed up late and slept late (like 4-7 am to 1-2 pm) so she'd stay in bed a lot of the day. My grandma watched me like a hawk so if I tried to go to my mom's room to see her my grandma would get mad at me and once again, refused to let us see her even if our mom said it was okay. That went on for a summer.
When we moved out she was still sick and stayed in bed a lot or was on her phone or working, and often she'd tell us she was going to run a quick errand and be gone for 4 or 5 hours
Think "I'm going to run these donations to the thrift store and that's all" at 3 and then at 8 when it's dark and I've kinda accepted that she probably got in a car accident she'd come home acting like that was completely normal
Me and my brothers had no way to contact her so when she was gone she was gone and we just had to wait, she'd often drop us off at our grandparents and we didn't know how long we'd stay and couldn't contact her
When we were moving again she's leave me and my brother, or just be at the house so she could fit more in the car. She'd say she'd be right back and hours would pass in an empty house with no way to contact her. I remember a time that the only thing in the house was the TV, a few chairs and a towel, and she was gone for probably 4 hours again, it was 9 pm and cold and so the only thing I could really do was push the chairs together and use the towel as a blanket.
She used to leave us at the library after school, or our grandparents, or the park (at one point our school was a 30 minute drive) and we'd just have to wait, if we could call her she probably wouldn't answer, if she answered she'd lie and say she was on her way.
One summer she'd go out with a friend every few nights at probably 9 pm, 1 am would roll around and my younger brother would refuse to go to bed until she was home so we'd call her. Never picked up. That whole summer she'd always say that she didn't realize her phone was dead, it was on do not disturb and she didn't realize, it was being weird and she didn't get the call. Every single time.
While a lot of this is pretty small, as I child I literally only knew like 4 people so it was a huge thing that I suddenly couldn't contact my only person.
Anyways that's the (maybe) whole list of reasons why I now cry when I have to be alone, why not being able to talk to people makes me so upset, why friends not responding for weeks makes me so upset, why people needing space feels like a punishment, why not being able to contact people makes me panic, why I have Mommy issues, why I have daddy issues, and probably some other stuff, attachment issues?
I don't know why it all affected me so much but it really did
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time to be honest with all of you.
the last⌠iâd say week or so, iâve been thinking of leaving here. not with my mom, but by myself. go to my dadâs house (he has told me that i always have a room with him).
my mom is just⌠not a nice person, and ever since she got sick earlier this year, sheâs only gotten more unpleasant.
back on motherâs day, i made her a german chocolate cake, one of her favorites, and she told me, âoh, no, donât do thatâ, like she didnât want me to do something nice for her.
last night, i helped myself to one of my cookies, after i had offered her one after i had frosted them. she called me rude and i (albeit begrudgingly) gave her another one. iâm not allowed to treat myself? i just *have to* bring you along?
seriously, she has the worst habit of being passive-aggressive. whatâs bizarre about it is she actually admits to it. i admit to being egotistical, hard to handle, overly competitive, childish, rebellious, and yes, rude, but all of those qualities can be put to good use (and i often do put them to good use). thereâs nothing good about being passive-aggressive.
she literally does not lift a finger around here. just works from home, freaks out about money, and then lounges in front of the tv all day, she doesnât even do any of her hobbies anymore. she doesnât help me, she doesnât even offer to help me. yeah, thereâs only so much you can do after blood clots but like⌠come on. you complained about feeling used when my stepdad was having heart problems, you donât think iâm starting to feel used? plus, if i say anything about this, she goes on this long tirade about how she pays all the bills and whatnot. hey, you may handle the purse strings but i keep this place from burning down or falling over. and you know⌠i would think that if you had blood clots and now have a little scar tissue on your heart and lungs in their wake, and you have bad knees, you should probably exercise. even if itâs just for like 10 minutes, itâs better than nothing.
fuck, iâll never forget the doctors at the hospital, her pulmonologist, the cardiologist, her hematologist, and her g.p. all looking at her funny when she said sheâs sedentary. or when they asked her why she didnât come to the ER sooner, i.e., when she was coughing after a few days and had no other symptoms. i literally had to talk her into it (and no, she didnât thank me, either. if anything, god⌠iâll never forget the night she came home. i was watching tv and i could hear her yelling at me from the driveway, and then she was snapping at me all the way back into the bedroom. i saved your fucking life and this is the thanks i get for it? i canât believe iâm still here). yes, iâm fully aware that the medical community is very fatphobicâif anything, in my opinion, itâs shocking how fatphobic it is. but my take, from my own experience of standing up to fatphobia and unpacking it, is this: they want you to lose weight and exercise so your condition is more manageable. you can be slender and still have diabetes or heart disease, but weight loss makes handling whatever is wrong with you more manageable. i have no idea why they leave that part out, and i wish i knew.
thereâs the⌠thing on her face. thought it was a chickenpox scar for as long as i can remember, but this time last year, it started to bleed and crust over (and then it mysteriously went away when she was in the hospital). it came back this past summer, and she finally managed to find a dermatologist that can remove it. personally, iâm not worried: skin cancer is probably the most treatable out there (barring itâs not a melanoma), and (iâm going by the first dermatologistâs word here) this particular kind can very easily be removed. what gets me is her attitude: âi have a cancerous lesion on my face!!â she always picks around it, and itâs gotten to a point itâs hard to look at. i got hotspots on my feet from walking my mile yesterday, you donât see me whining about it (just took my shoes off, took a shower, and put my feet up). she complains about my dad being overdramatic, well⌠whatâs that sentiment about pointing fingers and you have three more pointing back at you?
all the times she ever told a âjokeâ or was being sarcastic and it went right over my head and then scoffed at me for not getting it or asking âso whatâs the joke?â (meanwhile, i get laughs from hardly doing anythingâi donât think iâm very funny, either)
her anti-israel stance. i was talking to a friend on ig about this yesterday, too: itâs just a country. it has its problems, its bad actors, its dirty laundry, its shitty government at times, all of it. the only reason anyone is making a huge fuss about it almost a year later is because itâs a safe haven for jewish people (donât believe me? a year into the war in ukraine and people stopped talking about. hell, talk about it started dying down six months in). really, if it was any other country, we wouldnât be hearing about it anymore. thing is, with internalized antisemitism, just like with any other internalized hatred, you donât realize it and youâre in denial until you do. throw in a passive-aggressive personality and it should make sense as to why she changed the channel immediately after an israeli athlete kicked ass in gymnastics at the olympics, or when i talk about antisemitism and like clockwork, she brings up the palestinians.
actual conversation we had yesterday: me: âseriously, you look great!â her: âhannah, iâm fat. my face is fat. plus, iâm missing teeth.â
animals actually avoid her nowâi remember my dog would often bar her teeth at her (hence why she very quickly became my dog). my cat wants nothing to do with her, and she whines and moans whenever heâs out of food.
itâs a long story but someone we used to know has been trespassing on our property (often late at night, too, which is⌠terrifying) and getting some of their stuff out of our garage (i seriously hope they didnât take my bike, either, or my old textbooks). she always says sheâs going to file a police report but she never does. back up, i thought this was *your* house?
i plan on making her a devilâs food cake for her birthday, which is on tuesday. but⌠wow, now that i write all this out, i think itâs going to be more in dedication of alexâs birthday. devilâs food cake⌠sexy devil⌠from the liâl devil.
really. i canât believe iâm still here. the only reason why is because i feel sick at the thought of a disabled person being alone, and on top of a hill, and they donât have four-wheel drive. and especially if that disabled person is my mother.
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1) Whatâre your plans for the weekend? Absolutely nothing lol. I feel like I've not had a proper break from work in ages as Archie was really sick last weekend so we ended up down at the vets. This week has just been insane too so it's really nice to just be able to relax.
2) Could you ever be vegetarian - why or why not? I was vegetarian on/off for a few years as a teenager but ultimately it's not really something I'm interested in.
3) Name a quote from your favorite TV show:Â "That's a lot of information to get in thirty seconds".
4) What time did you wake up this morning? About 6.45 as apparently my body clock is back to being on work-time lol. I didn't get up until closer to 9am though.
5) What chores do you do around the house? Well, pretty much everything that needs to be done as it's my house, lol. I mean, nobody else is gonna do it for me.
6) Do you like wind chimes, or do they annoy you? They're fine at other people's houses but they'd drive me mad if I had them outside my own house lol. Especially as they'd probably set the dog off barking constantly. 7) How much sleep do you usually get a night? Normally around seven hours.
8) If you could have any outfit, cost not an issue, what would you get? I'm not really bothered about having nice outfits. 9) Do you play any instruments? I can play a few but I haven't played them for ages.
10) What song would you say describes your life right now? The Lazy Song by Bruno Mars lol.
11) Do you have snacks lying around your room? No.
12) Did you get up to much today? If itâs morning, what are your plans? Not really, just normal household stuff. I had a lie in, fed the animals, let the dog out, vacuumed, did the litter trays, made breakfast, went back to bed for an hour, washed up, showered and now I'm just messing about online and watching TV.
13) Whatâs your favorite animal to see in the zoo? Penguins, tigers, elephants, squirrel monkeys, lemurs.
14) When do you start back to school or college? I haven't been in any kind of education in over a decade now.
15) What other social networking sites are you on? Facebook and Instagram.
16) What was the best year of your life? Hmm, overall I would say 2007, 2016, 2018 and 2022.
17) What plans do you have for the rest of summer? It's only February but mostly I spend my summers working and riding, plus I have a couple of weeks off in August.
18) How old is the person you like right now? He's just turned 38. 19) Do you get an allowance? How much? No, I have a full-time job lol.
20) What games console is your favorite? What about favorite game? We have an xBox but I haven't played it in ages. I liked Gems of War, the old-style Lara Croft games and also Super Mario back when we had a Nintendo.
21) If you could go anywhere right now, where would it be and why? I'm honestly happy just chilling out at home today. I need a lazy day after how manic my week has been.
22) Do your parents nag you a lot? What about? I don't live with my parents so it's not really their place to nag at me. My mum sometimes complains about the state of my car though lol.
23) What is there on the walls of your room? There are a couple of paintings but that's about it.
24) Is there anyone that just really annoys you? Oh yes.
25) What are your plans for tomorrow, anything good? Just a chilled out, lazy day as I have another fully booked week next week. Luckily Mike is off so he can sort the dog out lol.
26) If you could wake up tomorrow being able to do one thing perfectly, what would it be? Sing.
27) You have two wishes to make to help the world, and one canât be âanother wishâ or anything similar. What wishes do you make? Clean water and ample supply of food. <--- this.
28) Do you reckon world peace is possible or are we just too selfish? People are way too selfish.
29) Do you listen to Bright Eyes? Wow, nostalgia alert lol. I used to LOVE Bright Eyes - especially Lua and Bowl of Oranges but I've not listened to them in YEARS. I might download them off Spotify actually. 30) Are you interested in politics, or do you just not care? It's not that I don't care, it's that I don't think anything us "mortals" do can actually make a difference.
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sheâs insignificant
chapter 2: welcome home
the umbrella academy x (fem) reader
disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.
warnings: mentions of death, mentions of drugs and alcohol, poor parenting
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ânumber eight! this is serious! if you do not train properly you will not be allowed to join your siblings on missions.â
ânumber eight! thatâs not how you behave!â
âno, number eight! how many times must you do this before you get it right?â
âno! not like that, number eight! you must be quicker, smarter, stronger! youâll be a liabilityâ
âno! again, number eight!âÂ
ânumber eight!â
ânumber eight!â
she wished it was stop. the yelling. the shouting. the insults. the pain. the training. all of it. her head hurt. she could feel the anger swirling around, growing. control. she needed control. relax.
she took a deep breath. again. again. she pushed herself over and over until she collapsed. she worked herself to the bone only to always be left with disapproving stares. the scowl. the glare. and then she was alone, forced to pick up the broken pieces and put herself together. she didnât have her other siblings. their family dynamic wasnât much of a family dynamic but just once she wished one of them could be there. even just to see what she was going through. it hurt that she was alone. she hated alone.
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âum..â luther slowly stood, unsure. âi guess we should get this startedâ he looked around at his siblings sitting in parlour. they all sat separately with klaus making drinks at the bar in the back.
âare we having a family meeting?â y/n stepped into the room, confused. she paused as realisation crossed over their faces. â..you forgot meâ
âsorry, y/n, we didnât mean-â allison started, trying to defend them. y/n shook her head.
âno, no, donât apologise. itâs okay.. letâs just get this over withâ she waved off any concern, taking a seat beside vanya. in her lap sat a familiar book.Â
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âyouâll be okayâ ben spoke softly, gently bandaging y/nâs arm. he gave her a small smile. the pair sat in the back of the library, secluded and separate. the others were too wrapped up in themselves to care.Â
vanya stepped over a moment later. she frowned at the tears on y/nâs cheeks. taking a seat beside her she offered them the cookies she had stolen from the kitchen. they werenât meant to have any until dessert but ben and vanya found this much more important. y/n sniffled, taking the cookie in her good arm.Â
âthanks vâ she gave a watery smile, eating a big bite of the cookie to stop the sobs about to escape her mouth. ben and vanya shared a frown over her head.Â
âshould we read something?â ben offered, pulling a random book off the shelf behind him. y/n merely nodded, she needed this to calm down her raging emotions. these two were the only two who understood. if her emotions went haywire so would her powers.Â
âhm, little women? i didnât think dad would have thisâ ben smiled at the cover.Â
âpogo got it for meâ y/n murmured softly, listening to her brotherâs soothing voice as he read. she smiled, they were always able to calm her down.
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âso, i figured we could have some sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown, say a few wordsâ luther started again, âjust at dadâs favourite spotâ
âdad had a favourite spot?â allison asked, confused.Â
âyeah, you know. under the oak treeâ luther nodded, eyebrows furrowing. âwe used to sit out there all the time.. did none of you ever do that?â
âwill there be refreshments? tea, sconesâ klaus interrupted, walking to join them with a cigarette between his fingers and a glass of alcohol in his other hand. âcucumber sandwiches are always a winnerâ he waltzed over beside y/n who smiled at his laid-back attitude.
âwhat? noâ luther shook his head, âand put that out, you know dad didnât allow smoking in hereâÂ
âis that my skirt?â allison questioned, looking down at klausâ attire.
âwhat?â he mumbled distracted. he put his glass down before turning around. âoh, yeah, this. i found it in your room. itâs a little dated but its very breathy on the.. bitsâ he gestured.
âlisten upâ luther put on his leader voice, commanding as usual. âthereâs still some things we need to discuss, alright?â
âlike what?â diego snapped, obviously sick of this.
âlike the way he diedâÂ
âand here we goâ diego rolled his eyes and luther glared at him.
âi donât understand.. i thought they said it was a heart attack?â vanya spoke up, confused. klaus plopped down onto the couch now, wrapping his arm around y/n.
âwhat? he had a heart attack?â y/nâs eyebrows furrowed, she hadnât been told that. they all looked at her, surprised.
âyou didnât know?â allison asked softly,
âno? you did?âÂ
âthatâs only according to the coronerâ luther chipped in, still pushing his theory.
âwell, wouldnât they know?â vanya raised an eyebrow.
âtheoreticallyâ
âtheoretically?â allison asked.
âlook, iâm just saying at the very least something happened. the last time that i talked to dad he sounded strangeâÂ
âoh, tell us pleaseâ klaus gurgled through his drink, not at all serious. y/n would have laughed if she didnât see the real reason luther was bringing this up. he thought one of them did it.
âstrange how?â allison continued to push, incredulous.Â
âhe sounded on edge, told me i should be careful who to trustâ luther frantically tried to convince them.
âlutherâ diego sighed, standing âhe was a paranoid, bitter old man. he was starting to lose what was left of his marblesâ
ânoâ he quickly shook his head, turning to him. âhe must have known something was going to happen. lookâ he looked over at klaus. âi know you donât like to do it but i need you to talk to dadâ
klaus rolled around, disagreeing, âi canât just call dad in the afterlife and be like dad can you stop playing tennis with hitler for a moment and take a quick callâ he waved his cigarette around, sitting up and letting go of y/n.
âsince when? thatâs your thingâ
âiâm not in the right frame of mind!â
âyouâre high?â allison looked up,
âyeah, yeah!â klaus laughed, nodding his head, âi mean how are not listening to this nonsense?â
âwell, sober up, this is importantâ klaus merely sighed, âthen thereâs the issue of the missing monocleâÂ
diego scoffed, âwhoâs give a shit about a stupid monocle?â
âexactly, itâs worthlessâ luther was only digging himself a bigger hole, âso, whoever took it i think it was personal. someone close to him, someone with a grudgeâ
âyes, cause thatâs all we needâ y/n rolled her eyes, exasperated âmore grudgesâ
âwhere are you going with this?â klaus narrowed his eyes, confused.
âwell, isnât it obvious, klaus?â diego sneered up at luther, âhe thinks one of us killed dadâ
luther opened his mouth to deny it but nothing came out. it was true.
âand i bet your top suspect is little y/nâ diego pointed a finger right at the said girl. she froze.
âwhat?â
âyou do!â klaus sat back, shocked.Â
âhow could you think that?â vanya stared in disbelief.
y/n stood abruptly and everyone watched as her eyes turned black. the same way they used to when she had trouble controlling her emotions. they watched as she quickly shook her head, storming out.
âgreat job lutherâ diego mocked, âway to leadâ then he begun to walk away.Â
âthatâs not what iâm sayingâ he tried to defend himself but nobody listened.
âyouâre crazy man, youâre crazy.. crazyâ klaus stood too, picking up his drink. vanya went to walk away, following diego.
âiâm not finishedâ luther attempted to stop them.Â
âokay well sorry, iâm just gonna go help y/n murder mom, iâll be right backâ he commented sarcastically, walking away.Â
âthatâs not what iâm saying-â it was no use.
y/n curled up beside benâs statue, book pressed against her chest. she took deep breaths, trying to regain control. her breath came out shaky as she rocked slowly. eventually she relaxed, leaning into the side of the statue. her cheek pressed against the cold concrete. with a final sigh she looked up at him.Â
âhey..â she spoke softly, âi brought our bookâ she gave a weak chuckle, showing the statue the book she had been cradling.Â
âi finished again.. should i start again?âÂ
diego stood in the doorway, watching her talk. he frowned, she was so sweet. it wasnât her fault she was born with such a horrible curse. he understood why she got along so well with ben, they both hated their powers. it made training unbearable for them. she begun to read aloud, still leaning into the statue as she sat on the gravel covered floor. with a sigh he walked away, she would be okay, she just needed time.Â
time didnât heal y/n, no matter how much she wished it would. she didnât have anybody, everybody left her. she had to get over everything all by herself. her words started to come out stuttered, her voice cracked. slowly she begun to sob, tears wetting the pages of her book. she wiped them from her face, standing up. she had to be calm.
she spared one last glance at the statue before walking away.
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ânumber eight, you must always keep your emotions in checkâ reginald scolded, glancing up from his notebook. he scribbled something else, ignoring her watery eyes.
âb-but i canâtâ she sobbed out, she was young. her siblings were allowed to show emotion why couldnât she?
âthen you are weak!â reginald snapped his book shut, raising his eyes to glare at her. the words shouldnât have hurt as much as they did. she was never enough, she was always going to be weak. she needed to do better, to be better. to be strong.Â
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âemotions, number eightâ the girl supressed her smile at the name her mother had just given her. he wouldnât even use it. her face fell blank.
âemotions, number eightâ the girl took a deep breath, no anger. nothing. you cannot feel. she closed her eyes for a moment, controlling her urge to destroy something. she opened them to see a confused diego. this wasnât how she was meant to react, he had stolen the ring her mother had given her. she just walked away.Â
âemotions, number eightâ she caught benâs eye across the table. he nodded softly. she breathed calmly, no dessert. she was weak, she didnât deserve dessert. five frowned from beside her, looking between her and their father. something was wrong.
âemotions, number eightâ reginald turned on her. she stood, hands gripping the table until her knuckles turned pale. how could he let five go? as she raised her head she heard gasps from her siblings. pogo and reginald shared a look as she glared at the latter, taking a moment to calm herself. it wasnât working. she was struggling to keep her emotions at bay, she couldnât supress them. ây/n..â vanya whispered as she ran from the table. she couldnât do it. he was gone and she hadnât stopped him.
âemotions, number eightâ she couldnât do it. not this time. she shook her head. her eyes filled with tears. she couldnât. ânumber eight! emotions!â she shook her head again, all she could feel was pain. it was her fault. she let him die. her siblings must hate her. her father hates her. ben would hate her. she let him die. she watched him die.Â
ânumber eight! your emotions!â reginaldâs voice got louder and she heard herself scream. everything was crumbling. he was gone, it was her fault. ânumber one, do itâÂ
it was all.. her fault..
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on her way to the staircase she paused. her eyes lingered on the painting. fiveâs painting. she felt herself move without wanting to. she stepped into the room, looking up at her brother sadly.
âiâm sorryâ she frowned, âiâm so sorry, five. i shouldnât have let you go. i should have gone after you. iâm sorry, you must be so alone and i lied. iâm sorry for lying.. i should have done better, i should have listened to dad.. i couldnât bring you back and itâs all my fault. itâs always my fault.. iâm sorry five, iâm so sorry..âÂ
âsweetie?â she looked over to see grace. âwho are you apologising to? did something happen to you?â the blonde robot walked over, glancing over her to see if she had hurt herself.
âoh, no, itâs okay momâ she smiled fakely, trying to reassure her mother. âi was just thinking out loud. nothing to worry aboutâ
âoh, alright, sweetieâ she smiled again, âhow about something to eat?â
âiâm okay, thanks. i think iâm just going to restâ grace nodded, allowing her to leave.
she wouldnât be okay, not until she could stop blaming herself. she took one last look at five' picture before she closed her eyes, trying to stop her tears. when she opened them she appeared in her bedroom. she quickly shut the door, locking it. at least in here she couldnât do anymore damage.
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ânumber eightâ reginaldâs voice was disappointed but y/n couldnât find it in herself to care. so what if she was a failure, she had always been one anyways. âyou are no longer allowed to go on missions with your siblingsâ
she didnât raise her head. he wasnât done. this is what she deserved. âyou will instead be working on locating number fiveâ
she froze, staring up at him in shock.
âwhat?â
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a flash of blue light outside her window broke her out of her thoughts. she stood from her bed, glancing down at the courtyard. it couldnât be..
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Grammy Winner Husband - Harry Styles
a/n: okay, yall know im a suckr for dad content and i just needed to write this little fluffy thing. also MY BABY IS A GRAMMY WINNER IM SO PROUD OF HIM and also, Sarah and Mitch are gonna be parents???? my heart canât take all this *sigh*
pairing: Husband!Harry / Dad!Harry x Pregnant!Reader
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âCongratulations once again, Harry. This Grammy looks great on you,â the interviewer compliments the grinning man who still very much feels like he is in a dream and his phone could start ringing anytime, ending this ethereal feeling of becoming what was only a dream when he was just a boy.
âThank you,â he cracks a humbled smile.
âHow are you gonna celebrate? Popping all the champagnes?â
âHonestly?â he sighs. âI just really want to kiss my wife, thatâs gonna be my celebration,â he chuckles shyly, making every woman close to him swoon at his sweetness.
He accepts all the congratulations, the little shiny golden award weighing in his hands, not letting it out of his sight as he makes his way to the back to change his outfit back to something casual instead of the bold statements he has been making all night with his boas.
âGood night, Harry. Tell Y/N I said hi!â Sarah runs a hand down his back, grabbing his attention immediately. Sheâs gotten rid of her leather bodysuit as well, wearing just jeans and an oversized t-shirt, but her bump is making an appearance in it regardless. Mitch is holding his girlfriendâs other hand, their bags occupying his other as he smiles back at Harry with proud, shining eyes.
âGood night, you guys. Drive safe and thank you for tonight.â Harry pulls her into yet another hug, careful not to hold her too tight.
âGood night, see you soon,â him and Mitch share a quick hug as well, patting each other on the back before stepping back. Sarahâs hand runs down her belly, an instinctive motion Harry has seen quite often lately and not just from her and it reminds him how badly he just wants to get home to you finally.
While most performers and winners are probably out for some celebrations, champagnes must flow all directions, Harry quickly loads his things in his car and heads home to the one person he would ever want to celebrate with. Itâs late, way past midnight by the time he arrives home and he has a guess where to find you.
Being the angel that you are, you left the lights on for him so he doesnât have to blindly make his way to the bedroom. He kicks off his boots, drops his bag to the couch in the living room, placing the award on the dining table before padding down the hallway, the muffled sound of the TV and the strobbing lights of the screen still on in there, illuminating the doorway. He pushes the door thatâs ajar open more, his smile immediately widening as he sees you curled up under the sheets, the TV remote still in your hands, your phone lying on the pillow next to your head while youâre fast asleep.
You swore you wouldnât have problem staying up this late, but Harry knew it was not gonna happen, especially because ever since youâve reached your third trimester bedtime was moved to seven oâclock, no exceptions.
Harry takes a second to adorn the beauty he has the luck to call his wife, before he quietly tiptoes into the bathroom connected to the bedroom to quickly wash up and get ready to his way of celebration: holding his pregnant wife in bed, falling asleep smelling your shampoo and maybe feeling a few tiny kicks under his palms.
Following a speedy shower he brushes his teeth, washing away the taste of that one glass of champagne he allowed for himself, he has been very restricted when it comes to alcohol ever since you found out youâre pregnant. Partially because he wants to take solidarity with you, having to say no to a good wine whenever youâre out for dinner, or a beer you occasionally drank with him while watching a movie. But he also feels like alcohol would just take away memories from his brain he wants to cherish forever.
Lifting the covers he tries to slip into bed next to you as gently and quietly as possible so you donât wake up, but the moment the mattress sinks in under his weight, your eyes flutter open, blinking up at him sleepily as you register whatâs really happening.
âOh shit, youâre back! I really wanted to be awake when you arrive!â you pout at him as his arms curl around you, pulling you to him gently, his smiling lips pressing a kiss to your forehead.
âItâs alright, baby. I know how tired you always are.â
âYeah, but my man won a fucking Grammy! I wanted to jump at you the moment you walk in,â you giggle, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. âIâm so proud of you, baby. Congrats!â
âThank you,â he smirks blushing softly. He is still not used to the title he has earned today.
âYou looked so hot on stage, that leather suit was awesome,â you grin, cupping his face, turning it towards you so you can see his bright, shining eyes.
âYeah? You liked it?â he shyly asks, his finger grazing on your belly, tickling you a little in hopes the little one inside is still up, or went to sleep just like his mommy. âMm, loved it,â you grin, pulling him down for a sweet kiss, one he was waiting all night to finally get. âAnd I love you.â
âLove you too, baby,â he hums against your lips, his palm coming to connect with your bump. âHow are you feeling?â he asks, nuzzling his nose against yours.
He knows how this third trimester has been on you, the swelling and back pains killing you but you never complained as much as he knew you could have. He admired your strength all through this pregnancy, from the way you handled morning sickness, all the mood swings and changes in your body to the point where you are now carrying a literal watermelon at this point, having left only three more weeks until the baby arrives.
âIâm good, a little hungry maybe, but whatâs new,â you chuckle.
âYou want me to make you something?â he asks right away, ready to get out of bed to make you a sandwich or bake you cookies even if thatâs what you wanted. But you push him down back shaking your head at him.
âItâs fine, I can wait until the morning. I just want to kiss my Grammy winner husband stupid right now,â you grin before leaving a sloppy kiss on his chest, chin, nose and finally, his lips. Pecking your lips a few times he makes you lie on your back as he slides down and pushing your shirt up, his adorning eyes fall to your belly, hands coming to gently cup it.
âHey there, little one,â he murmurs as he leans closer and kisses your stretched out skin just above your belly button.
âHe hasnât moved in a while, think heâs asleep,â you smile, fingers running through his curls as you watch him pepper your belly with more feather-like kisses. Harry has been ecstatic since you found out youâre having a boy, though he would have been just the same if it was a girl.
âSâalright, Iâm just gonna wish him goodnight,â he smiles, pressing his cheek against your bump before he kisses it one last time, pulling the shirt back down over it. Climbing up he pulls you back into his arms, knowing how much you like being held normally, but since youâve fallen pregnant, youâve become especially cuddly, which he doesnât mind a bit.
âI love you, H. So proud of you,â you huff, feeling your eyes closing. Harry grabs the remote and turns the TV off, placing it to his nightstand along with your phone before kissing the top of your head.
âLove you too. Thank you for being here for me,â he huffs, the smile never leaving his lips. He has never felt happier and more complete ever in his life.
âAlways,â you whisper before drifting back to sleep.
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Hello cookie, congratulations on 700! For the event, can I plz ask for domestic headcanons for the bleach captains? If not that's ok! Thank you!
Of course! Enjoy!
Shunsui Kyouraku
Shunsui is at the age where he no longer plays around in a relationship. He's in it until the end, or not at all. He insists on open an honest communication and on being able to talk differences out like adults instead of screaming at each other like two stubborn teenagers.
He will do pretty much anything you ask him to do in the house. Captain or not, you shouldn't be the only one keeping your house clean and organized.
Waking up with a bad mood when living together with Shunsui is impossible. He prefers to have you in his arms when going to sleep, and he will hold on to you throughout the night. When he wakes up, he'll stay as still as possible until you wake up. Then it's time for morning kisses and cuddles.
Shunsui enjoys stargazing with you in the garden, accompanied by a nice bottle of sake and some snacks. He'll have his arms around you, or even have you sitting on his lap if you're comfortable with that, just so he can comfortably hug you and still watch the stars.
Juushiro Ukitake
Due to his illness, Juushiro can't do all that much in the house on bad days. On good days though, he likes to take the opportunity to cook for you. He enjoys is and is very good at making typical home-food. Nothing fancy or exotic, but the kind of things that are nutritious and make you feel happy.
Juushiro enjoys being near you more than anything. It doesn't matter if you two are doing different things in the same room, as long as you are near him and sometimes look up to smile at him, he will be happy. This is why he insists on getting a house with an open kitchen.
He also likes to decorate the house with lots of potted plants. Flowers to brighten up the room, some herbs for in the kitchen to cook with, and some bonsai trees for him to occupy himself with on days when he can't leave his bed.
He really enjoys you combing his hair, and if possible, he will gladly return the favour. Ideally, he'll sit in front of a big mirror when you do so, so he can look you in the eyes though the mirror as he talks to you. You can style his hair pretty much anyway you want.
Bakuya Kuchiki
Byakuya does what he can to be a good boyfriend/husband, but he is and will always be a noble. Things like housework is done by the servants, not by him. This counts for you too, of course. You won't need to lift a finger. He won't really understand if you want to do certain things in the house anyway (be it for the sake of control or just because you like something), but he'll let you.
Well-taught as he is, Byakuya wouldnât be able to cook a meal if his life depended on it. He never learned how to cook, and he has no intention of learning it either.
Despite his busy schedule, he tries to have dinner with you every night. Itâs not always possible, and sometimes when it is he has to go back to finish work afterwards, but he wants to make some time for you every day.
He will often get you little gifts. Flowers, chocolates, jewellery⌠Sometimes because he saw them and thought of you, sometimes just because he wanted to spoil you a little. Whenever he has something to apologise for, like for example not being able to make it to dinner with you, he gets you something as well.
Unohana, Shinji, Yoruichi, Urahara, Toshiro, Soi-Fohn and Kenpachi below the cut!
Retsu Unohana
Retsu's house is full of plants, and it wouldn't be complete without a garden as well. Most plants that she grows have some kind of medicinal properties, or can be used to make a nice, calming cup of tea. Teatime is a must, and if the weather allows it, she prefers to have it in her garden.
The plants are pretty much the only bright colours in the house. Aside from those, everything is in soft colours so the plants really pop out. There's also very little dark colours in the house, she prefers everything to be light. Big windows/windows that cover a complete wall are a must.
Retsu insists on no shoes in the house. They are left at the door and changed for indoor slippers or socks. No. Dirty. Shoes. In. The. House.
Marriage is no big deal for Retsu. If you want to get married, she'll be on board, but if you don't want to, she's just as fine with that as well. She appreciates the symbolism but at the end of the day, that's all marriage is. She doesn't need a piece of paper to tell people that she loves you and that she wants to spend the rest of her life with you.
Shinji Hirako
Shinji loves teasing you and once you live in the same house, that just gets worse. His terribly cheesy sense of humor is also still a daily occurrence. Yes, even when you're in a bad mood. Especially when you're in a bad mood.
Shinji is very lazy when it comes to his household. He'll make sure it's clean enough to not get sick from living in his own trash and dirt, but he'll push his chores off a lot and he'll leave his stuff lying around throughout the house. If you're a person who likes a clean and/or tidy house, you'll either have to kick his ass or clean up after him.
Surprise kisses. They happen a lot in general, just when he feels like it, but especially when you're in a video chat. He thinks it's hilarious to have your friends/family/co-workers think you have a perfect and loving boyfriend/husband, while he's actually a cheeky little bastard.
He leaves little notes throughout the house when he leaves. Some are sweet, some are jokes. He'll put them in the fridge, on the toilet, inside the shower, on his pillow,⌠anywhere he knows you'll come.
Yoruichi Shihoin
There is one night of the week dedicated to movie night and takeout. Both the eating and watching the movie will be done in bed. No, this is not up for debate. Lazy movie nights in bed are a must.
Be prepared for this woman wearing little to no clothes when she's home. She doesn't give a damn if people see her naked or not, and you're living together anyway, who cares if she's naked? Clothes are for going outside and for when visitors come over.
She loves taking baths or showers together as well, and not (necessarily) in a suggestive way. It's just a nice way to relax together, âand it saves water, right? *wink wink*â
She's actually a pretty good cook, at least when it comes to comfort food. When either of you are in a bad mood she'll step into the kitchen and make some of the best comfort food you've ever had. Which will then, of course, be eaten on the couch or in bed, in front of the tv, with a comfort movie.
Her favourite movies are comedies and romcoms. Anything that'll give her a good laugh is fine.
Kisuke Urahara
Another very laid-back person to live with. There is no rush at all when living with this man, with anything. He's the type of person to be at least a little late to every party or meeting because he just wanted to take his time and get ready in a relaxed way.
Don't let him take care of plants. He is the worst plant dad and they will die. Only cacti survive, and even those will struggle to do so.
Kisuke moves around in his sleep a lot and will steal the covers. A good way to remedy this is to use his chest as a pillow, he'll barely move at all then. Does the pressure on his chest really keep him still, or did he move around a lot on purpose as an excuse to get to you cuddle up to him at night? You will never know.
This man is very clingy. It doesn't matter what you're doing, he wants to have his arms around you. You're cooking? His arms are around your waist. You're trying to clean up? Good luck. His favourite moment is when you're both watching tv though. He'll pull you as close to possible to cuddle up on the couch.
Toshiro Hitsugaya
Toshiro has the windows open all-year round in his bedroom. Even when it is freezing outside, he'll want to open the windows for some fresh air as he sleeps, so he doesn't wake up in that stuffy sleep air that gets stuck in bedrooms. This does give a great excuse for cuddling while sleeping though.
He'll get you flowers every week, on the same day. It's a habit, one he doesn't want to miss. It's his way of reminding you that he cares, even though he's usually very busy with his work as a captain.
He'll agree a schedule with you to do chores in the house, just to make sure it all gets done and nothing gets forgotten. Of course, he helps in the house as well.
If you're not a fighter, Toshiro will want a dog in the house to protect you. Toshiro is very good at training dogs, as he is already used to being a leader and giving orders, and this dog will be the sweetest thing until either you or him give it the command to attack. He really counts on the dog to protect you when he cannot.
Soi-Fohn
Soi-Fohn will decorate her home in a minimalistic way. The colours don't jump out at you and there is just enough decoration to make it feel homely without having trinkets and pictures all over the place. Her home basically radiates calm and is so clean you'd almost wonder if she cleaned every day.
She sleeps with a lot of blankets. During the night she will want to say warm and she'll get closer to any source of warmth, which usually is you.
You need but say the word and Soi-Fohn will help you out with whatever she can in the house. Grocery shopping, the dishes, the laundry,⌠you name it. She will also start doing things without saying it if she notices you are a little overwhelmed.
She REALLY wants a cat. She loves the little creatures and has always wanted one of her own, but due to her often being away from home for extended periods of time, she never got one. If you've got a job that allows you to go home every day, she'll definitely bring it up.
Of het days off, she likes to cook something for you. She's actually a pretty good cook, though she rarely has the time to prepare something special for you.
Kenpachi Zaraki
Kenpachi is oddly clingy when you're home. He loves you, so he wants to be around you. Preferably have an arm around you. He's not shy about admitting it either. Why should he be? He wants to hold you. He's your boyfriend/husband. It's only normal.
He is the easiest guy ever to cook for. As long as you have made it, Kenpachi will eat about anything. Doesn't matter if you burnt it a little, doesn't matter if it's something he usually doesn't like. If you made it, he will eat it.
His favourite food is BBQ though, and when you eat BBQ he's the one making it. It's about the only thing he can cook, but that meat is prepared perfectly. He'll wear an apron will some stupid BBQ-related pun on it whenever he's doing so.
Kenpachi needs a dog in the house to play with, to get rid of that excess energy of his. It's likely a breed that's generally seen as dangerous, like a Pitbull. The dog is the absolute sweetest thing though, wouldn't harm a fly, and it loves playing fetch.
Kenpachi lets his dog sleep on his bed, which will cause some funny moments while trying to cuddle because the dog wants in on the affection too.
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warnings: talks of alcoholism and trauma
note: this is a vent fic coming from personal experience so yeah :p
+ two fics one day? crazyyy
ty moli for proofreading âš3 no tags because it might be a sensitive topic </3
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you were never fond of parties. they were always too loud, too crowded, too unpredictable â especially when there was a large amount of alcohol involved. it wasnât so much that people were drinking, but how they began to act after drinking too much.
if it were up to you, you wouldâve been locked in your room watching tv for the rest of the night, but tony harassed you all week about coming to the party until you finally agreed.
the music was loud, almost everyone was drunk, and you were far from having any kind of fun. you felt awkward, out of place. so instead of trying to socialize, you found yourself standing at the back of the room with a cup of water in your hands.
memories of your mother drunk and unstable were reeling over and over again in your mind. no matter how much you tried to focus on something else, teenage trauma began to seep through into your thought process.
all of a sudden you remembered how you were forced to be the parent instead of the child, how you had to fend for yourself a great deal of time, the selfishness of your mother every time she chose to drink instead of being sober enough to protect you.
ây/n?â natashaâs voice snapped you from your thoughts and you quickly plastered a smile on your face.
âhello nat.â
âyou alright?â she asked curiously.
âyeah, of course i am. iâm at a party hosted by tony stark himself.â natasha giggled, taking a sip of her drink.
âthey can be a little much at times.â
you nodded in agreement. the two of you stood in silence before you decided to leave.
âwell iâm a little tired, so iâm off to bed. iâll see you tomorrow.â
it was clear you were lying, but natasha didnât want to push the matter. so she figured sheâd wait up and keep an unknowing eye on you.
âgood night y/n.â
. . .
you found yourself surrounded by the crisp new york wind on the roof of the tower. everything felt more at peace in contrast to the party. nothing was too loud, you had a nice view of the city, and you were alone. it almost allowed you to catch your breath.
âyouâre going to get sick if you stay out here much longer. itâs cold and youâve been up here for about twenty minutes now.â natashaâs voice rang through your ears. âiâm okay nat, itâs not too bad.â not a few seconds later you felt a jacket drape over your frame.
âmay i sit?â you nodded and watched natasha place herself comfortably by your side. she said nothing, only taking in the new york view herself.
it was comforting, natasha was comforting. you could trust her with anything, no matter how bad it may be. she was like a warm blanket of security.
âshe wasnât bad, you know,â you began. natasha tilted her head. âwho?â
âmy mom.â there was a pause between your next choice of words. one natasha knew too well. you were debating, debating on whether or not you should continue sharing such a vulnerable piece of your being.
âshe was never violent or anything when she was drunk. she never yelled or screamed at me. but she was clumsy, very, very clumsyâŚâ you trailed.
âi feel like i have no reason to complain or call it traumatic because it doesnât sound traumatic when i say it out loud. people have it so much worse, you know? so why do i feel so horrible about it? i mean, yeah, there were days, weeks, months where i had to take care of her because of how drunk she was, or because she fell and couldnât get up. and yes, i was a kid, and i know it wasnât normal, but it couldâve been worse.â
natasha adjusted herself to face you. she cupped your chin in her hands to look into your eyes. âyou have every reason to feel the way you do. no kid should ever have to go through that. it doesnât matter that other people have it worse than that. she was supposed to be the parent, not you. you were a child.â
âi know, but still-â
âdonât do that to yourself,â she cut you off.
you closed your eyes, leaning into her. âi just feel so stupid and normally it doesnât affect me like this, but the party⌠being surrounded by so much alcohol and so many people drinking alcohol just reminded me of my mother.â
âitâs not stupid, please donât let yourself hang onto those kinds of thoughts. besides, what made you go this time? i know you normally donât attend these kinds of things.â
âtony wouldnât leave me alone about it all week.â
âwell thatâs the last time heâll ever do that.â natasha confirmed, adding a smile to her face as she rubbed your cheek.
âletâs go in and get you all warmed up, okay?â
âmkay.â
you followed natasha all the way up to her room. confused, you stopped in your tracks.
âthis isnât my room?â
âtake your pick, your room or my room. either way iâm not leaving you alone tonight.â your face softened before you felt a familiar warmth in your cheeks.
âyour room please.â
natasha smirked as she opened her door. âany particular reason?â
âi like the way you smell.â
âoh?â she raised her eyebrow.
âsorry, i know that sounds weird-â
âno, it sounds adorable.â natasha corrected, dragging you into her room. âyou can change into these, donât worry about returning them.â
âthank you nat.â
. .
you spent the rest of the night with your head on natashaâs chest, her arms wrapped around your frame. the memories of your mother were put to rest for the remainder of the night. you chose to focus on natasha and how beautiful she looked in the moonlight.
and then you had the realization that she was your home.
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May I request Michael being a possessive daddy and fighting a killer who hurt his girlfriend ? It can be anyway you like đ
Why of course you can~ This isnât based in Dbd, but the normal world. Hope you donât mind!
Possessive, Protective Mikey
You were like some sort of disease to Michael. Or, perhaps, a parasite was a better descriptor of how you affected him. You wormed your way into him, deep into his chest, right beside his cold, soulless heart. You made him⌠feel, regardless of what that actually meant, it was beyond unacceptable in his eyes. That warm, painful throbbing in his chest was more than distracting, it was nauseating, disturbing. Terrifying⌠In a sick, twisted, wrong way, you terrified the Shape of Haddonfield. Michael fucking Myers was absolutely terrified of a small, defenseless creature that was completely helpless against the evil and cruelty he wielded against the world. He should kill you a hundred thousand times over for this transgression! But⌠it wouldnât make him feel any better. He only⌠feels more empty every time your cheeks are stained with tears. Cold. Dead. Michael would feel dead without youâŚ
This isnât the first time heâs caught someone hurting you. Itâs happened many, many times over, and his reaction has ranged from blinded rage to searing hatred. Not just for the one harming you, but towards you, yourself. It was that lack of control that drove Michael insane. He couldnât watch you 24/7, couldnât always follow you around or know where you were at any given moment⌠It drove him fucking crazy, and he took that frustration out on not just the asshole unfortunate enough to have crossed paths with you, but onto you, as well.
But, even that was quickly losing its luster to him. Michael had thought that hurting you would bring him some sort of fulfillment, like it has always done in the past when he had hurt others. It never has, though. Sure, heâs lied to himself, trying desperately to convince himself that seeing you all small, all scared and teary-eyed brought him a measure of enjoyment, to have your blood on his hands, to have you groveling in terror before him- but it didnât. It- He- Michael felt⌠not good, when that happened. You made him⌠stop to consider how his actions would affect you, and he hated that.
Michael despises that youâre a magnet for trouble. That you just canât seem to stay the hell away from people that want to do you harm. Sure, he doesnât mind killing them. Quite the opposite, in fact, he rather enjoys seeing them covered in their own blood, begging for their pathetic lives before he mercilessly snuffs them out. No, Michael hates that you get hurt in the first place. The only one that should ever have the right to put their hands on you was him! Him, and him alone. Anyone else would be destroyed.
Some wannabe serial killer punk had set his eyes on you. Luckily for you, Michael knew better than to leave you to your own devices, anymore. He caught the little bastard scoping out your home before you had any idea of the danger you were in. Heâd make sure that, this time, heâd be in complete control of the situation. You wonât be hurt, but that idiot thinking that he can do as he pleases? Heâs going to regret the day he was bornâŚ
Sitting in your kitchen, you drank what must be your fifth coffee of the night. Strange things were happening, and it left you unable and unwilling to sleep at night. Rustling outside your windows, the sound of someone possibly jimmying your doors and windows, looking for a possible way in⌠Muddy footprints on your porch and small, dead animals left on your door mat⌠It was becoming too much. Youâre⌠pretty sure it wasnât Michael. He did love to torment you, but this wasn't really his thing. He was much more⌠direct, with his approach to you. This⌠this was someone elseâŚ
Pinching the bridge of your nose, you rub your eyes, feeling them water involuntarily from how dry they were. Anxiously, you tap your fingers on the top of the counter, before sighing heavily and grabbing your coffee mug. You decided to make your way to the living room, thinking that some TV would help calm your nerves and get your mind off of things. Fuck, Iâm exhausted⌠You thought bitterly as you crashed onto the couch, nearly spilling lukewarm coffee all over yourself.
Picking up the remote, you absentmindedly flipped through channels, not really wanting to watch anything. It was just something else to focus on, rather than the impending sense of dread that was washing over you. This feeling was one that you were well acquainted with: the feeling of being watched. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your palms were slick with sweat. Slowly, you sit up, clumsily placing your mug on the table in front of you. The hairs on your entire body stood on end. Somethingâs not right hereâŚ
As you begin to rise off the couch, a firm hand pushes you back down into a sitting position. Your heart jumped up into your throat. Youâre very familiar with Michaelâs hands, and the one still gripping your shoulder was much, much smaller than his⌠Short, shaky breaths escaped through your clenched teeth. Fuck..! Oh shit- Oh my God no no no-! You donât dare to move, only stare straight ahead at nothing as your mind runs wild with possibilities. Who the hell is it?! How did they get in?! Why me?! Where the fuck is Michael when I fucking need him?!?
The intruder sucks in a deep breath, as though heâs about to say something, but instead yelps in surprise as heâs ripped away from you suddenly and violently. You gasp, shooting up and scrambling across the room, back peddling into an opposing corner. Curling in on yourself, you crumple onto the floor, watching the brutality unfolding before you through the cracks of your fingers.
Michael had thrown the intruder back, sending him crashing into a mostly bare bookshelf, breaking most of the shelves along with it. You cringe and jump, feeling your insides twist and revolt against you. Michael drops to the floor, straddling the winded, smaller man as he desperately tries to fight back. Vainly. It was laughable, really. The idiot didnât stand a chance against the human incarnation of evil, itself.
Michael briefly debated on playing with his food. There was something about seeing them crawl and beg that really set him off, but when he glanced at you over his shoulder, in the fetal position and hyperventilating, he actually decided against it. It was getting under his skin seeing you like this, and the quicker this is⌠inconvenience is dealt with, the quicker things will be back to normal. Well, to Michaelâs fucked up definition of the word ânormalâ, that is.
With a quick stab to the back of his neck, the intruder was killed. Normally, Michael would have painted the walls with this creepâs blood, but he decided that it would be too much of a pain in the ass to clean up. With a flick of his wrist, Michael twists and pulls out the blade, wiping the excess blood onto the back of his victimâs shirt. He looks back over to you, and sees you stiffen. His⌠Huh. His chest actually hurtsâŚ
With a heavy sigh, he stands, stepping over the dead body as he makes his way over to you. A major part of you was beyond terrified. Is he gonna hurt me..? Oh- Oh God..! Iâm gonna- Iâm- Iâm gonna..! You were trembling, shaking so hard that your teeth were actually chattering audibly. Michaelâs eye twitched. He was conflicted: one part of him loved that you were this scared of him, as you should be, but the other⌠the other hated it. He- Well, he wanted⌠something, but he just didnât know what. Fingers twitching, he reached out to you, struggling to ignore how you froze as he slowly approached you.
You really thought that he was going to grab you by the hair and drag you off to the bedroom, so when his fingertips just barely brushed the top of your head, moving the hair from your face, you were, well⌠at a bit of a loss. Michael has never, ever been that gentle while touching you. Ever. You raise your head slightly, just enough so that you could see him. He still had that damn mask on, of course, and his body language hardly betrayed what he was thinking or feeling, but- You couldnât deny that his fingers were trembling ever so slightly.
He slowly crouches in front of you, treating you as though you're some kind of animal that will either bolt at the slightest movement or go for his jugular, or something like that. You donât move or speak, unsure of what he was doing. When he placed his hand where that stalker touched you, gently- carefully squeezing your shoulder as though you were made of glass, you⌠you relaxed.
You could tell that he was struggling to be gentle, with how his fingers twitched uncontrollably and the pressure of his fingertips varied. You looked up to him, then down at his chest as an odd warmth spread through your cheeks. Michael was extremely possessive over you. He hated it when you interacted with anyone else, especially other men. But, right now, even though another man had touched you, he wasnât flying off the handle like he usually did. He was still extraordinarily pissed off that he had given the bastard just enough time to physically touch you, but it was remedied.
He was fucking dead, and you were still here. You were his and his alone. That wasnât called into question. There was no dispute. Michael Myers is the only person that is ever allowed to touch you. Youâve come to accept this, and slowly but surely, youâre even beginning to enjoy his touch. As sick and messed up as it was, youâve started to develop feelings for him, despite the fact that he made your life a living hell. If anything, you knew that no one would hurt you ever again. No one, except for him.
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another helping of living w/ bakugou thoughts:
pls i am so sorry, i feel like i bombard yâall with these constantly, but u donât understand, he literally lives in my brain full time
- if youâre rolling your sleeves up, to wash your hands before dinner, heâll whack your hands away and do it himself. very much âyouâre takinâ too long, idiot. i wanna eat already. let me do it.â,, donât be fooled tho, you could do it in 2.5 seconds and heâd still open his mouth. bc it has absolutely nothing to do with u and everything to do with him wanting to be close to you
-ik he watches the mha equivalent of the history channel. i just know it. dude is a grandpa at heart, n im so confident he would 100% sit down and watch a 3 hr docu on like, old weaponry or some nerdy shit
-bakugou is annoyingly arrogant, but only about things that donât matter. like, heâll fully sit in front of you and tell you heâs stronger/faster/smarter in passing conversation,, but when he does actually impressive shit??? the man clams up. absolutely clams up the second you praise him, trying to brush off whatever ridiculous feat he just pulled to protect u with a âItâs not that big a deal, shut up about it already, dumbass.âÂ
- pls mans is an absolute simp. u ask him to do something and heâs on his feet in a second. ofc heâs complaining but heâs also then following that up by doing things you didnât even ask him to do. fan behavior honestly.
-when youâve had a bad day, heâll make u food and throw blankets in the dryer for u. donât expect much verbal comforting from him, bc obviously, but heâs pretty good with actions. you always feel a little warmer after heâs wrapped you in a blanket n fed you something ungodly spicy
- i have absolutely no basis for this but ik he secretly watches kids movies. like, if itâs animated then heâs there. ofc no one is allowed to find out about this âembarrassingâ behavior tho, except maybe you. maybe. if you accidentally happen to see it bc heâd never tell u himself.
- heâs a beast to wake up in the morning, but heâs a lot more easy to convince if u pet his hair. or rub his back/shoulders. maybe even kiss his neck. look, u cannot tell me that he doesnât want to be absolutely coddled in the morning- especially when he can get away with it so easily.Â
-bakugou always pulls ur legs into his lap if u sit down next to him. pls heâs so weird, heâll just like, tap his fingers on ur calves absentmindedly while heâs watching tv
-he probably created a playlist of songs ur âallowedâ to play around him. meaning, itâs only the songs on ur phone that he likes đ
-bakugou always takes his work phone calls outside. like if his phone rings heâll just stand up n walk tf out the door to take it. even if itâs cold. u ask him once about it n he just âWork stays at work. This is my fuckinâ home. Now shut up about it already.â
-youâve never once seen this man wearing socks around the house. donât ask me, i cannot explain this whatsoever, but i just kno this man walks around constantly barefoot đ¤˘đ¤Ž unfortunately.
-heâs like, the most functional person ever in almost every aspect, but the stuff katsuki is bad at?? pls he is hopelessly bad. like, lets say art stuff. omg he just doesnt have the patience for it, okay, so say goodbye to any dreamďżźs of cute lil coupleâs crafts. like, heâll sit there while u do yours, but his will look like utter shit
- during the week, katsuki is either at work, training, or at home. pls, he works so hard during the day that i highly doubt heâs anything but an absolute homebody during the work week.
- bakugou gets pissy if u re-arrange any of the furniture on a whim. pls he likes comfort and familiarity n if he stubs his toe on the stupid coffee table one more fucking time, heâs going to scream
-its a rare occurance,, especially bc of the crazy hours he works,, but bakugou rlly likes making dinner for u to come home to. he just likes to feel like heâs taking care of u tbh
-he still goes to bed at like 8:30. or thats what u think, but rlly he just goes to sit in your room and have some time to himself for a bit. as much as he loves u, he prob still needs some alone time to recharge
-bakugou takes meticulous care of any plants u have in the house. like heâll water them on a strict-ass schedule, n preen them when necessary. pls the way heâll curse them out if they even dare to wilt under his care?? very much âWhat the hell, you bitch? âm doinâ everything fuckinâ perfect! Grow already!â
-katsuki is such a little bitch when heâs sick. heâll be running like a 103 temp, brain literally melting, and still trying to get up and work out. the only way u can get him to chill the hell out is if u take a nap with him. ofc that means u always get sick too,, but hey- lil sacrifices right??
-he never lets you get the door. like, if thereâs a knock n neither of u knows who it could be,, pls heâs on his feet so fast. waving u away n looking thru the keyhole w/ sm suspicion
-he has his spot on the couch, n u will not find him sitting anywhere else. like, thatâs his spot. u better pray for anybody who mistakenly takes it
-bakugou doesnât like dirt or grime, so he wonât allow you or himself, to sit on your bed with clothes that have been outside. like, even if youâre just sitting on top of the covers, heâs gonna throw a fit and demand you change your clothes first bc âNo way in hell am I gonna let your dumbass dirty up my bed.â
-katsuki rlly likes when it storms outside. heâll go sit in front of the window and watch the rain, sipping on a warm drink while he waits for more thunder.Â
-living with bakugou is incredibly frustrating, bc heâll just show up with new skills all of the goddamn time. like youâll be like, âhmm iâd love to remodel the bathroom somedayâ,, and the very next weekend bakugou is meticulously re-tiling the bathroom floor by hand, probably also painting the walls in a new color, maybe even installing a new sink just to spruce it up. n then heâll just present the entirely new, upgraded room with such weird nonchalance that it pisses u off. pls and if you watch him while he does these little projects, with all the weird precision and skill he suddenly gains?? pls youâre sure he must be possessed by the ghost of a craftsman
- when he hangs out with the bakusquad, heâll drag you along every time. he expects you to sit with him the entire time and act as a social buffer?? basically, someoneâll ask him a question, one he deems stupid and therefore not worth answering, and bakugou will just look at you expectantly. heâll just stare at you blankly, hardly even blinking until you pick up the slack and answer for him. you call him out on this many times, but it doesnât matter. it doesnât change anything. he does this over and over and over again
-bakugou gets really unsettled when you guys fight. like, he canât sleep and heâs snapping at everybody, and is somehow more aggressive than usual. he always wants to just make up already, but the pride in the way wonât allow it
-heâs a weird stickler about intended furniture functionality?? like, the table is for eating, and the couch is for watching tv, and then only way youâre gonna get him to mix the two is if you ask him rlly rlly nicely
-finally- i have no basis for this one, but ik it in my heart: bakugou has a very intense fight with your thermostat nearly every single day. he swears up and down that it never âbehavesâ for him, but every time you check it, itâs working perfectly fine
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Here's some headcannons no one asked for, for the lords since I can't get a single one of them out of my head.
Please be aware this is only how I see each character! If you have different hcs, cool these are just mine :)
Alcina Dimitrescu
She's a lesbian or well, she likes female presenting people. In my opinion, there's no denying that she hates men. For goodness sake she calls Ethan 'stupid manthing.'
'Why does she hate men?' You ask well, i believe that the men of the village caused her to hate men. It's clear that Alcina is extremely attractive, but maybe some of the men in the village took it too far: Cat-calling her and eventually her daughters. Their comments overtime annoyed her, especially when if came to her daughters. She fixed it by bringing the men to castle dimitrescu and, as heisenberg puts it, the man's dick is cut off in the castle.
When castle dimitrescu was more lively, Alcina had a couple flings with some of her maids. Though all of her maids end up dead one way or the other, I think she turned the ones she liked the most into MoroaicÄ. The rest obviously were turned into dinner for her and her daughters
Speaking of daughters, Alcina is definitely a better mother than mother Miranda. Seeing as Miranda saw her and the rest of her siblings as monsters, I'm sure Alcina was kind to her daughters. I don't think she'd want them to feel like monsters themselves, so their childhoods were filled with many positive affirmations. Maybe, too many seeing as all three girls have very large egos.
Alcina's opinions on the other lords are very clear. She has hatred for all of them, though it varies depending on each one. The one she hates the least is probably Donna, she enjoys their company somewhat. That is, as long as Angie isn't around. Alcina hates that stupid doll, honestly she hates all the dolls. They oddly make her unsettled, as if Donna wasn't unsettling anyways.
Moreau is hated by Alcina due to him thinking that Miranda is actually his mother. Well, he may not say it out loud but the way he addresses her and looks at her makes Alcina sick. His looks are only the cherry on top, in her mind how could she be family with something that looks like that?
Lastly is Heisenberg. At first, she didn't mind his presence. He didn't look like an abomination and could hold decent conversation, that was until she saw how much Mother Miranda favored him. This pissed her off to no end, after learning that she began to see more flaws in him. From the way he speaks to his manners, almost every part of him infuriates her. How could Mother Miranda favor such a man child? How could she pick Heisenberg over her? Now even being around him for meer minutes makes her want to shred him to bits.
Donna Beneviento
When it comes to sexuality and gender, Donna can't really express it though Angie can I don't think they would be willing to tell their 'family' their identity. If Donna were to express it, I'd feel she'd use she/they pronouns or identity as nonbinary. I can't really explain it, I just get nonbinary vibes from them. As for sexuality, I'm unsure of their romantic attraction but she's definitely asexual. Once again, I can't explain it but they have the vibes.
Aside from Angie, Donna has built every single one of her dolls from scratch. Seriously they even carve the wood and hand paint each one. Creating these dolls is one of the few things that bring Donna peace. Honestly, she sees these dolls as more of a family than Mother Miranda's 'family.'
Another one of Donna's hobbies includes tending to their plants. Seriously, in the spring and summer months her home is covered in beautiful greenery. They are just fascinated with how plants can be used for other purposes, like with the fungal-infected plants. Almost all the books within her estate are about different plants and their properties and the lab they have is used to test those abilities. Though their test subjects are never well behaved due to being lycans.
When it comes to the other members in Miranda's 'family', Donna doesn't seem to care for them. She doesn't enjoy any of their company, especially Moreau. Though they don't express it themselves, Donna makes sure to let the others know her opinion them via Angie. The one she can stand the most is probably Alcina, mostly due to her being alot quieter than the others.
Salvatore MoreauÂ
This poor poor fish man. Moreau is physically the most unpleasant lord and he knows it. He's insecure. How could he not when the rest of his family call him horrible names? He's constantly put down by the people he truley feels closest to. This includes the woman who he truly sees as his mother.
Though he doesn't enjoy his family's comments, he desperately wants their approval. Especially Heisenberg. Moreau looks up to his as if Karl is his older brother, even though Moreau a great deal older than him. If the metal bender will allow it, he does his best to help out. Sadly, it doesn't last long since the factory is so dry and his vomit causes the metal to rust.
When he's not conducting experiments, he's watching sappy romance movies on his TV. Though Moreau doesn't believe he'll ever find love, he likes seeing others be happy. Sadly, once Heisenberg found out about Moreau's hobby he make fun of him to no end. So now, he's ashamed of watching something that makes him happy
Look, I love all of the lords but when it comes to them being mean to Moreau I wanna punch them.
Karl Heisenberg
This man is 1000 percent bisexual/pansexual. The way he flirts with Ethan is undeniable. The only thing keeping me from saying that he's gay is the pure fact that I simp for him.
Karl is alot smarter than he looks, seriously he built a whole army of machine people. Though he is smart, he likes to play the role of the stupid redneck. He'd rather someone underestimate him in a fight rather than overestimate him.
In his free time, I like to think that Karl prank calls the other lords. He did set up their phone lines after all. His constant prank calling has made Alcina miss a couple of important calls from Mother Miranda and made Donna completely take apart her phone line. Moreau on the other hand is so gullible, that he believe everything Karl says during his prank calls:
Moreau, innocently answer his phone: Hello?
Heisenberg, snickering: hey, is your refrigerator running?
Moreau: um..I think so-
Heisenberg: then you better go catch it!
Moreau, on the verge of tears: No! Ny fridge!!
Karl gets very bored easily. So bored in fact that he goes and explores the village and surrounding forest. During one of these explorations, he stumbled upon Miranda's lab. This caused him to find documents on him and the other lords. After reading them, it gave him a better reason to build up his army and take down Mother Miranda once and for all.
This man definitely has his own personal lycan that he treats like a dog. He has a comfy bed and treats for this thing. Karl knows that the lycan was once a human, but he doesn't give a damn. So what it use to be a person! It looks like a dog now and dammit he wants a dog.
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