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Sorry, I meant Ghost in a fight/discussion with reader đ Still, I did love your take
CW: Fighting, emotional abuse, light swearing I am so sorry anon đđ I am literally the dumbest person to have ever existed lmaooo Also apologies for length, I am moving and wanted to get you something cause I'm not sure when I'll be able to post again. To whoever asked, I am making a pt.2 so send me an ask if you want to be notified :)
As always, no beta, please lmk of any mistakes!!
A lot of âfightsâ you guys have are one sided, where you concede quickly, not wanting to argue, and he just keeps going and going. He, like a lot of NDâs, gets a thrill from fighting, and he will pick fights about everything. You just disagree once with what he says and he goes off.
Fem!Reader: Anytime he is upset/angry with you/thinks you are disrespecting or ignoring him, he'll call you 'woman'.Â
"I'm still talking woman!" "Watch your mouth woman" "Woman I am talking!"Â
He does not love bomb. He does not come after arguing with you with flowers and chocolates and showering you with love to make up for it.Â
Donât get me wrong, this man does bring you flowers, just not to make you feel better after a fight. Heâll get you flowers for valentines day and your birthday and your anniversary and any time he feels like you deserve flowers, but he does not give them to you after fights.Â
And you guys donât fight too often. At least, not fights where he feels bad and has lingering guilt. Very rarely will he realize(or at least admit) That he was wrong, especially not in front of your kids, if you guys have them. However, if he does realize and admit he is wrong(typically after you sleep in a different room or donât talk to him except for the bare minimum) he will apologize in private.
One very memorable fight for you was back in the early days of your relationship, just after you had started living together. He had left his gear just piled on the front table, and you had folded it and moved it to the bedroom so that it wasnât cluttering up the front room. He came home and, well, freaked. He screamed at you, punched a hole through a door, and you still remember him telling you âGo to hell then womanâ when you said you had just wanted the space to be clear.Â
He gets pissed off about the stupidest stuff. Your guy's 10-year-old daughter bought a Stanley? Heâs mocking him for the next 3 weeks about wanting to be popular. Your teenage-daughter wears ripped jeans to a concert? Heâs telling everyone about how she must have bought them at half-price since so much cloth is missing.Â
One interesting thing is that he respects fighting back, to an extent. You watched in borderline horror as your eldest got into a screaming match with him that lasted hours and ended with no victor. And yet, since that day, youâve never seen Simon scream at them again.Â
Hearing this, he sounds toxic, yeah? And he is, to an extent. But you stay with him because he knows he has issues, and he actively works on bettering himself. Youâve been with him for a decade now, and you can see so many differences in the way that he acts. He no longer screams and throws things and punches holes in the walls. He is more willing to admit when he is wrong, hell, there's even been a few times when heâs said sorry in front of your kids.Â
You understand his trauma, you understand why he responds and acts the way he does, and most importantly He does too, and he is working on bettering himself for his family, because he loves you, and he hates that his explosive reactions hurt you and your kids.
I am going to make a pt. 2 to this so that I can go more in depth, but again, Iâm moving and not sure when I will be able to post again so I wanted to at least give you something. lmk what ya'll think :)) ALSO: If you think I am mischaracterizing Ghost please let me know, and I will either explain my reasonings or you will change how I think of him. Either way, I would like to know yalls thoughts so please do not hesitate to say something
#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#cod fanfic#no beta we die like men#cod#cod x reader#ghost fanfiction#angst#ghost headcanons#simon riley x reader#he has anger issues okay#sorry again lol
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HI HI HI HI HI :D
Can i get a total drama request about the contestants meeting Chrisâ niece/nephew(gender neutral tho) preferably for world tour but any are good :)
Thamk you!!! :3
(Wasn't sure if you wanted younger, same age, or older, so I'm doing all three. If you want ALL of them, tell me! I just did these 3 for now since they're the only new appearances in World Tour, but I'd be happy to write more of the cast! I say it at the end too, but if you want this written in a proper paragraph style too I'd be more than happy to try to do so, just let me know!!)
Probably OOC đ
Alejandro, Sierra, and Blaineley meeting Chrisâs niece/nephew (no pronouns mentioned) (gn)
Younger (8-12)
Alejandro:
Extremely confused
Also fairly concerned
Why would Chris bring his own niece/nephew on this show at such a young age?
Even if they aren't competing. Should they really be seeing this sort of thing?
After finding out you're not part of the competition, he relaxes a little bit.
Apparently you're here because your mom/dad had to go on some big work trip, and since you were so young, you couldn't be left alone for that long.
Convinced that your parents don't watch the show, because no responsible parent would allow their child in that
Probably tries to talk to you, to get to know you.
Maybe even ends up seeing you as some sort of sibling after a while.
Will defend you if anyone else (*cough* Duncan *cough*) decides to be an asshole
Genuinely cares about you.
How can someone so sweet be related to *that?*
If you're a trouble child however
Makes sense how you're related to Chris
Still makes an effort to be nice to you considering you're only a child
Little minds are influenced by family, they can't help it.
Does tend to keep his distance more though
Probably pulled his hair at some point and that was it for him
Always ponytails it if you're there now.
Either way, if you get hurt somehow, he'd help.
Again, you're only little.
Even if you're 12.Â
A little less worried in that case, since you're old enough to kinda look out for yourself
But still makes sure you're alright.
Sierra:
She already knew of your existence.Â
Found your mom's Facebook page for info on Chris
Found you there too
Doesn't question the fact that you're here
Immediately wants to become friends with you
Probably smothers you with hugs
Suuuuper friendly
Constantly saying stuff like "Chris your niece/nephew is so sweet" even if you're basically the devil himself
"They could do no wrong âĄ"
She's doing it because she genuinely thinks this, but also partially because she wants some "brownie points" or whatever the fuck they're called
Also trying to prove to Cody that she can "be a good mom."
He apologizes for her
If she wins a reward challenge, she'll 100% share whatever it is with you if it's child friendly
Even if you're getting the same good food as your uncle
Will make you dolls out of anything she can
And will want to play with them with you
Blaineley:
A child? Really?
What was Chris thinking?
No one wants to see a child on a show like this
Not to mention the grubby little hands
Doesn't want anything to do with you
Or she makes it seem like that, anyways.
If you get time where it's just the two of you, she's actually surprisingly nice.
Genuinely good with kids
Treats you like her own child
As soon as someone walks in she's back on the other side of the room glaring at you
Will deny this until she dies
If she finds out the fans like youÂ
Then she starts acting all nice and buddy-buddy on camera too
Not very genuine though
It's just like that when she knows she won't get poked fun of for it
Same age as (still younger than Blaineley)
Alejandro:
Couldn't really care less tbh
Another contestant
Another obstacle
For now
Still makes the effort to talk to you, to make you like him
Like he does with everyone there
The more allies the better right?
May possible try to woo you
With the idea in mind to get you eliminated
There's a possibility he does come to genuinely like you over time
But he'd never admit that
(Platonically or romantically depends on how you wanna read this)
Keeps you around for a little while after
Really not a fan of you at first though
Mainly because you're related to Chris
Who wouldn't?
With the reputation that man has, he's got every right to assume you're like he is
Hopefully that's wrong
If it is? Like I said, definitely starts to genuinely care for you
Actually tries to befriend you
Not just an allianceÂ
Not just for a scheme
Maybe a little schemeyÂ
But not only for that.
If you ARE like Chris?
Not a fan of you then.
The whole robot thing hasn't happened yet since this is World Tour
But even then
He knows what an ass Chris is
That's an understatement
Really doesn't like you that much
But he still makes the effort to "befriend" you
Just to get rid of you, of course.
(Cannot write for this man to save my life, sorry if this is absolute dogshit)
Sierra:
Again, already knew about you.
Very excited to meet you, too!
She's the self proclaimed Total Drama Superfan, she HAS to know everything about you!!
Talks your ears off
All with good intention of course
She is absolutely ECSTATIC
You know in those cartoons where they shake someone's hand extremely excited and they just. It's almost violent
Yeah
Like that
That's how she shakes your hand when you're first brought on the show
I'd imagine you weren't brought immediately
Because like
Idk
I have no proper reason
Just for funsies
Before any proper eliminationsÂ
(But after Zeeke's)
But yeah!!
Her Cody obsession is⊠off-putting to say the least
You stay away from her, or at least keep your distance at first
She keeps talking to you, being all friendly
And if you're not too scared of her
Then you guys could become friends!
If you keep talking to her on your own without keeping any distance?
Makes every day so much better for her
Probably used to people being weirded out by her
So you actually talking to her because you GENUINELY LIKE her?Â
Bouncing off the WALLS
A friend! Yay!
Obviously Cody is still her #1 priority
But if you prove yourself, she miiiight let you in on a couple group hugs
Maybe
Blaineley:
Doesn't give a shit
Just like the younger version
But without the sweet bonding time
Doesn't like you very much
Might put on her fake little buddy-buddy act to stay on the good side of the media
Since you're probably "great for the ratings"Â
Being related to Chris and all
Idk what else to put for her sorry
Older than them (17-19) (STILL younger than Blaineley)
Alejandro:
..why are you here?
Probably assumes you're an intern at first
Or here to help run challenges/watch them
If you're in the challenges, he finds it to be unfair
You're older, probably taller and smarter, and he's CONVINCED Chris is giving you some sort of advantage
Still does his whole thing
But like. Not romantically.
If you're not in the competition?
VERY confused as to why you're here
You're not competing, but you're still back in the plane with them?
It just doesn't make sense to him
You're probably there to help out with challenges
If you're 17, and I'd assume still in high school, you might be there for volunteer hours or something
Since you're probably not getting paid either way /hj
Might attempt a flirting thing once or twice (if you're not older than 17)
Probably doesn't do shit though
Sierra:
Genuinely have no idea what to put here I'm just repeating myself
Again, already knows who you are
Basically just like the second one but more "respectful" (not really)Â
Blaineley would've probably been suuuuper boring (even worse than her "same age" (technically still younger) one) so I didn't include it.
I'm sorry this is so shit lmao I'll probably try redoing it as a proper paragraph written fic/one-shot instead of this. That'll probably make it better. If you want that, please tell me so I can start it soon!! xx
#ahhhI I don't know how I feel about thissss#sorryyyy#I'm not very good at writing for Alejandro#and I can mainly write Blaineley in SUPER specific situations I've gone over in my head 100 times lmao#I hope Sierra was decent at least#Sorry again lol#I had fun writing this though so I hope that counts for something#total drama#total drama world tour#total drama x reader#total drama x gn reader#x reader platonic#gn reader#total drama alejandro#total drama sierra#total drama blaineley#total drama chris mclean#tdwt#tdwt x reader#td alejandro x reader#td sierra x reader#td blaineley x reader#sierra and cody are implied ig#but idk the name so Im not gonna tag it#and it isn't the main focus#so#yeah#hope this will suffice and sorry again <33#Autisticwizardwritings
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Mike Schmidt x Reader (Part 1)
a/n: ... i will not be explaining why I was gone for so long but thank you to those who stuck around even tho I was on an unannounced hiatus. i will try to get to what's in my inbox but at the moment, I'm finishing up my first semester of this year and my finals are literally in two days adkjhewiasdfkj
c/w: all hurt no comfort :), breakups, cursing, fighting, abby's got trauma from her parents being gone so this is rly sad for her-, there's blood in one part, there's sickness in one part, I forgot what nights had what happen but hey it doesn't rly matter all that much-
Out of all the babysitters Abby had had in her life, you were her favorite. You tried to connect with her and supported her when she needed it. You also got along well with Mike, which was a bonus.
It wasnât until a few months after the first time you and Abby met that you and Mike formed a romantic relationship. You truly loved him, and he was infatuated with you. It was you three against the world, like a little family. More so than it already was with the two siblings.Â
Abby enjoyed having you around all the time, instead of just when she needed a babysitter. You acted like her mom, which filled the hole in her heart that had formed when both of her parents had died. Mike did his best to be a good guardian for her, but you just felt like a mom. She thought you and Mike would get married right away from how much you loved each other. For being ten years old, she was observant.
Everything came crashing down when you and Mike had called her into the living room for a conversation. Those werenât ever good, so she was apprehensive. She swore she could hear her heart shattering when you said, ' Weâre breaking up.â What? Why would you guys do that? You were supposed to be together forever, thatâs what Mike had said! You two had promised to love her forever!
âItâs the best decision for whatâs going on right now, Abby,â Mike had tried to soften the blow of this news, but it was futile. Abby felt like she had been stabbed in the back, that much was apparent.
Abby had stood up and glared at her older brother. âNo! You- youâre supposed to be together forever! You promised! You-â she sputtered, trying to think of something else to say. Her emotions took over and she said something she never meant. âI hate you!â She shouted and ran to her room, slamming the door behind her. You could still see the look of betrayal engraved on her face, and the look of shock and guilt on Mikeâs.
Once that bedroom door was closed, Abby pounced on her bed and wrapped her blankets around her figure as tight as possible. The tears came quickly and plenty, falling onto her shirt, pillow, and stuffed animal that she had practically glued to her chest. How could you do this to her? She had already lost both her parents, she had no friends (well, save for the ones only she could see), and- and you both had promised!! That had been her main issue: you two had promised to be with her forever. Now you and Mike werenât going to want to talk to each other, and you were going to leave, and you werenât going to want to babysit her anymore, and she was going to lose her favorite babysitter, and- and-
She could hardly breathe with how much she had been crying. Her throat and chest hurt, but the sobs wouldnât cease. She had laid there, curled up under her covers, with hot, angry tears staining her youthful cheeks, for what felt like hours. Maybe it had been hours, she couldnât tell. Time didnât matter to her. All that mattered was that she hated Mike a lot at that moment. A lot a lot.
You and Mike, still sitting in the living room, glanced over at each other. There was guilt present in both of you, but neither one of you said anything. What was there to be said? It wasnât going to work out at this moment in time was what you had said. â...Iâm⊠gonna call that guy back. For the night job.â Mike had broken the tension-filled silence, albeit awkwardly. He looked over at you hesitantly. âWould you still be able to watch Abby?â he had braced himself for your answer. No, why would I watch my exâs sister? I never want to see you again, was what he had convinced himself you wouldâve said. You had to have hated him. He had broken up with you⊠right? Or was it you who had brought it up? Maybe it was mutual? He didnât know.
âYeah,â you had given him a small nod. âI can still watch her.â
That was three weeks ago. It had taken a little while for all the paperwork to get done, but now, Mike was employed as a nightguard at Freddy Fazbearâs Pizzeria. It didnât pay well, and the hours were shit, but it was something.
You came over almost every night to watch Abby, a smile plastered on your face every time you saw her. Although she had recovered from the breakup announcement, it had put a dent in your guysâ relationship. She spent all her time in her room, drawing and talking to her imaginary friends. This behavior, although previously normal, was becoming alarming, as it was never this frequent. You had tried everything to get her to talk to you: starting conversations, waiting for her to come to you, bribery, et cetera. Nothing worked.
It was about eleven PM when you got to the Schmidt household, your overnight bag slung over your shoulder. You, per usual, opened the door and called out for the young girl. âAbby, Iâm here!â You werenât surprised to see her sitting at the kitchen table, coloring, and not giving you as much as a side glance.
Mike was dressed in his uniform, his vest fitting on his body perfectly. You had always admired how he was able to look good in anything he wore. He couldâve worn a pink onesie and you still wouldâve thought he was hot. But you couldnât tell him that, not anymore, now that you were broken up. Honestly, you thought about asking him if he was open to getting back together. But, then again, what would he even say to that? And even more mind-boggling was thinking about what Abby would say. She already felt betrayed enough- she would probably break down if Mike agreed to get back together.
â(Y/N), hey. Abby needs to be put down for bed, but she wonât listen to me. Think you can handle her?â Mike asked with a small smirk tugging on his lips.
You set your bag down on the floor by the door and walked into the dining room, right behind the young girl. âHi, sweetpea. Whatchaâ drawing?â You placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled at the surprisingly detailed artwork she had created.
âMy friends.â She said monotonously, not even looking up to glance at you. You had become accustomed to this sort of treatment by now, and while it hurt that your smiley girl no longer smiled so brightly, you knew there was nothing you could do to revert her.
She was obviously in the middle of the drawing, with you and Mike on each side of her. In previous pieces, you two had been side-by-side, holding hands and smiling. That was no longer the case. On Mikeâs side, there were two other children: one with long blonde hair and one with short dark-brown- maybe black- hair. On your side, there were two more children: one with short blond hair and one with auburn hair. All the children were smiling, while you and Mike had blank expressions.
âGood to know Iâm your friend, Abs.â You tried to joke with her, rubbing her shoulder as you spoke, but that seemed to have no effect. When you realized nothing you were doing was going to get her to talk to you more, you sighed. âAbby, itâs time for bed. Itâs past eleven.âÂ
Abby looked up, finally, and frowned. âI donât want to go to bed. Iâm not tired.â
âThis isnât up for debate, love. Bedtime, now. Iâll help you pick out some pajamas while you go brush your teeth.â Your voice wasnât stern, more calm yet still authoritative. She mustâve realized you werenât playing around, and with a dramatic huff, she left the table to go to the bathroom. Once she was out of earshot, you sighed and rubbed your face.
âShe listens to you so much more than me,â Mike commented, adjusting the collar of his shirt. You glanced up at him and nodded, watching out of your peripherals as he leaned against the kitchen table beside you. An awkward silence bloomed in the already tension-filled air as you both stared ahead, watching the other out of the corner of your eyes.
Finally, you spoke. âThis is, what, your fourth night, right?â
âMhm.â
âOkay. Just making sure.â A partial lie, but he wouldnât notice. You mostly just wanted to hear his voice again. As always, it was perfect, like the rest of him.
Upsettingly so, he saw right through you. Even worse was that he said nothing on the matter. He stood there, staring ahead just like you, not saying a word. The only sounds in the entire house were the sounds of you two breathing, the sink in the bathroom running (presumably from Abby brushing her teeth), and the soft hum of the air conditioning running through the home.
Mike was the first to move from this position, claiming he had to get going to work. It was disappointing that he couldnât stay longer to talk, but you didnât fight him on it.
âIâm gonna go help Abby. Stay safe.â You announced. Mike had never told you about what went on at the Pizzaria, so it made him do a double-take when you told him to stay safe. He stared at you momentarily before nodding and heading towards the door. And with that, it was just you and Abby.
You walked into Abbyâs room and looked for some pajamas for her to wear. Sure, she was ten years old and perfectly capable of picking out her clothes, but it was something you had offered to do when you first started seeing her, and she never opposed the action. You finally settled on a pale pink t-shirt and some fuzzy pajama pants with little pumpkins on them. You laid them out on the bed and left the room, waiting for her to go in and change so that you could tuck her in for the night.
Once she called for you, albeit begrudgingly (sheâs convinced she doesnât even need a babysitter anymore), you went in and found her already under her covers, her stuffed animals crowded around her. You smiled and were reminded of simpler times when she would beg and beg you and Mike to read her just one more story or have you sing one more song because although those times are probably long gone, the memories are still embedded in your head. You tucked her in and kissed her forehead, smoothing her hair back before whispering goodnight to her. Thankfully, she whispered the same.
You left the room and went to sit down on the couch. Once your body hit the leather, you immediately sighed heavily and brought your hands to your head, rubbing your temples as though you had a headache. In reality, you were just tired. And maybe stressed. Scratch that, you were feeling a lot of both.
You wanted your family back; the family you had formed with Mike and Abby. You wanted to call him and tell him you still loved him and that you prayed he felt the same. You wanted to sing a million lullabies to Abby every night and tell her every bedtime story imaginable. You wanted that comfort back. But it seemed as though that wouldnât be happening any time soon.
Sometime in the middle of the night, you woke up to the sound of knocking on the door. You had fallen asleep and groggily looked over to the clock on the wall, reading that it was four in the morning. You woke up immediately, not knowing if someone was trying to break into the house. You grabbed the nearest object, a broken table lamp (in retrospect, you shouldâve run to the kitchen and grabbed a knife, not a fucking table lamp), and cautiously made your way to the front door. You took a deep breath and braced yourself before throwing the door open.Â
There stood an injured Mike and a blonde woman whom you had never seen before. Your defensive instincts fell, and they were replaced by fear for Mike, and jealousy, because who was this woman? And why was she so goddamn pretty? No, why was Mike hurt? Was he bleeding?!
âMichael Schmidt, what the hell happened?!â You practically yanked the two inside the house and immediately sat Mike down on the couch, looking him over. Your eyes darted from wound to wound as your mind raced with possibilities for what caused this.
He let out a shaky breath, as he was in excruciating pain. âLooks like I didnât listen to youâŠâ he chuckled, but it stopped once he realized you were glaring at him.
âWhat? Mike, Iâm serious. What happened?â Your gaze moved from him to the mystery woman, who you realized was wearing a police uniform. âWhat the hell happened to him?â You demanded, your voice dropping.
The woman was quick to assure you that she was not the cause of Mikeâs injuries. âCalm down. I can explain everything if you just sit down and let me talk.â She sounded so calm, and that fact pissed you off. How could she be so nonchalant about this?!
â(Y/N). Please.â Mike placed a bandaged hand atop yours, which had been holding onto his shirt sleeve. The action caught you off guard. It made your eyes widen as you realized how desperate he was.Â
You gulped and nodded your head. You sat down beside Mike, your legs brushing together, as you looked up at the mystery woman. âYouâve got five minutes.
Surprisingly, the blonde was able to explain a lot in five minutes. For starters, her name was Vanessa. She was a police officer, which was a job you considered in the same genre as Mikeâs position as a security guard. She was rather vague about it, but what you got from it was that the pizzeria was a hotspot for kids in the eighties, especially for birthday parties. Once kids started disappearing, and the animatronics started acting âoffâ, the place was shut down. The owner never tore it down, supposedly for its âsentimental valueâ. The reason Mike was hurt, was because the animatronics had attacked him. That made your blood run cold.
âSo youâre telling me that Mike has been risking his life these past four nights? For shitty wages?â You turned your head away from Vanessa and Mike and stared ahead at the wall. Did Mike know all this beforehand? Was he planning on keeping this from you, or would he have told you eventually? What would Abby think if she found out her brother got hurt, or worse, died?
You hadnât realized it, but you began to quiver. You rocked yourself back and forth ever so slightly, your arms wrapped around your body, and your lower lip lodged between your teeth. Mike tried to reach his hand out to place on your shoulder, to comfort you, but you immediately recoiled. He looked more surprised than anything, but there was a hint of hurt there too.
âThis is only the second time this has happened, (Y/N), I swear-â
âThe second time out of four days of working there?!â Your voice raised but quickly lowered again when you realized where you were. âMike, please, find another job. We canât-â You stopped yourself from making a statement that made it seem like you were still a family. You caught yourself, changing up your word choice. âAbby canât lose you.â Your voice was down to a whisper now, and you looked truly hurt that Mike kept this from you.
Vanessa stayed quiet and backed up a few steps to give you both some space.
You rubbed your eyes in both exhaustion and frustration. You couldnât even look Mike in the eyes right now.
Mike tried again to calm you, opting to put his hand on your knee. This time, you didnât push him away. âIâll be careful. Promise.â
Finally, you glanced over at him. âYou better fucking keep it. Because if you dieâŠâ You couldnât even finish that sentence.
âI wonât.â His smile was infectious, and you couldnât help but fall in love all over again.
You really shouldâve just risked getting Abby sick, rather than stay home one night. You had come down with strep throat, and it just so happened that the last day you had it was when you needed to babysit Abby. You called Mike to explain the situation, and although he was a little frustrated because he couldnât get another babysitter, he assured you that it was not your fault. And so you went about your day, laying in bed, watching TV, eating soup, really just doing anything you could to keep your mind off the guilt you felt.
By the time night rolled around, you were out cold. You had taken some medicine a little bit before bed, and the âhelps with insomniaâ benefit listed on the bottle was not a lie. You were so deep in REM that you almost didnât wake up to your phone ringing on the bedside table. Thankfully, you did. The caller ID read âMike Schmidtâ, and you picked up the phone, putting it up to your ear.
If you werenât awake yet, you certainly wouldâve been after he started talking. You were still a bit drowsy, and Mikeâs words were partially intelligible, but the words you could make out were âcouldnât replaceâ, âanimatronicsâ, âVanessaâ, âAbbyâ, âelectrical dischargeâ, and âhurtâ. You managed to form your theory as to what had happened, and boy did that wake you up. You shot out of bed and tugged a pair of socks on before slipping on your shoes, not even bothering to tie them. You were about to tell Mike not to hang up, but then he did.
You drove there in record time, probably going over the speed limit, but that didnât matter. Abby was hurt. Your theory was that Mike couldnât get someone to watch Abby in time, and so he took her to the pizzeria. That alone was enough for you to feel angry, but you were furious to know that Abby got hurt. Electrical discharges are no joke, and you needed to see her to at least look her over and decide if she was okay. Maternal instincts die hard, you guessed.
You practically broke the door by opening it so quickly. Abby and Mike were sitting on the couch. When she saw you, her face sort of glowed like it used to. She ran up to hug you, and you bent down and caught her in your arms. You swayed her back and forth, rubbing her back and combing through her hair as you whispered inaudible âthank youâs to God. She was okay by the looks of it.
When you let go of her, you immediately stared at Mike with the angriest expression you had ever had. He looked sad and guilty. But also sort of numb. Like heâs been through this before. Like he knew this was how it would end. This was how it ended with everyone.
âAbby, go get in bed,â Your voice was stern but softer than your expression.
âBut-â
âNow.â
She looked like a kicked puppy when you ordered her away, but she did as you demanded, and slinked away into her bedroom, closing the door.
â(Y/N), I can explain-â
You laughed, but it wasnât out of humor. It was dry, and he could tell you were pissed. Pissed couldnât even describe how livid you were with this beautiful, beautiful man.
âYou better have a good excuse as to why Abby got hurt, and why you took her to the pizzeria in the first place, knowing it was dangerous.â
Mike had never heard your voice sound this venomous, and it worried him. He was used to everyone looking at him with such disdain, but not you. He had never seen your soft face and gentle smile look like this. â...Youâre right. There is no excuse. âŠIâm sorry.â
âDonât say that to me. Say that to your little sister, who youâre supposed to protect. I thought you didnât want to live up to your auntâs opinion of you.â The moment those words left your lips, you immediately regretted it. That was a low blow, even if you were upset.
Mikeâs lip quivered, and he visibly stepped back. âIâm- Iâm donât. I donât want to live up to that. But if thatâs really what you think of meâŠâ His voice trailed off, leaving you two in silence. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. And although he tried to hide it, you could see the tears in his eyes. It was rare that Mike cried, and even more scarce when you witnessed it. You couldnât bear to see him anymore; you had to get out of there.
And so you did. You left without saying another word. You didnât even say goodbye to Abby, who wouldâve very much appreciated someone coming to check on her. Although you thought she had closed her door, she only pulled it to. She heard every single word exchanged between you and her older brother. She was scared. Scared that you and Mike may never get back together. Scared that Mike wouldnât be nice anymore. Petrified that she would never see you again. And she didnât know how to feel about that. She curled up in her bed, pulled the covers over her head, and sobbed until her throat burned and she felt like her lungs were going to fall out. It was all her fault.
(part two will be out eventually, once I get the time to write)
#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf movie#mike scmidt#mike schmidt x reader#mike schmidt x you#mike schmidt x y/n#mike schmidt angst#abby schmidt#vanessa afton#vanessa shelly#hurt/no comfort#angst#i <3 angst#sorry again lol
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I have 5 posts waiting in my drafts and they all have spoilers for tpt đ I would like to gravely apologize, I have so so many feelings on this book and I promise these will be my last onesđ
#I'll prolly post dump them tomorrow or something#Sorry again lol#oak greenbriar#the prisoners throne#The prisoners throne spoilers#oak x suren#queen suren#oak x wren#oak and suren#oakwren#oak and wren#wren#suren#oaksuren#tpt
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Mod DISCORD SERVER WHEN?
sorry for making a promise that i didn't keep! it was supposed to be ready like yesterday but personal stuff got in the way. apologies oopsie yeah!
hopefully i can share a link to it tomorrow or something . it's kind of late for me rn and i wanna be like, available during the first few hours of it being public if that makes sense?? yeah//
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Sorry
Iâm not going to be posting for five days because Iâm under the weather so so sorry guys wish me luck
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Analysis so bad you don't even know what it's talking about anymore.
#chrambles#not a lily orchard video (i have never watched one in my life im sorry for whoever did)#being a homestuck fan alone is hell. people make shit up and call it canon unironically its painful#can be of any form of analysis btw your responses are so insightful (and also funny)#if you mention dirkjohn in the tags then youre the one who needs to reread the canon material again lol
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laios985
#dungeon meshi#laios touden#marcille donato#izutsumi#chilchuck tims#senshi#SURPRISE not trigun again lol#ohmygawd sorry i almost felt too lazy to tag all their names#anyways THIS ONEâS FOR YOU EMI đ«”đ«”đ«”#you can prob expect more dunmeshi art in the near future BC IM SOOOO FACKING EXCITED FOR THE ANIME HELPP MEEEEE#IT JUST FEELS LIKE IT WAS MADE FOR ME LIKE STUDIO TRIGGER AND BUMP OF CHICKEN OP?????????? DUNMESHI NATION. WE WON.
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I forgot I sent that- I don't know who "is this who I think it is" refers to but I doubt it..? (đ» Sender)
It's alr lol
I thought that was one of my irl friends sending me something random because that happens a lot- sorry about that đ
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the dunmeshi party if i were to be the lord of the dungeon.. just a glimpse into my dark reality..
#gonna try to draw izutsumi farlyn kabru and mithrun before my classes give me big assignments again đ#sorry i havent been posting for a while :')#would also LOVE to draw the winged lion as a calico critter too if i get the chance cuz i think he'd look ridiculous lol#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dunmeshi#dungeon meshi fanart#my art#personal#digital art#fanart#manga#calico critters#sylvanian families#laios thorden#marcille donato#chilchuck tims#senshi#senshi of izganda
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she dun on my geon till i meshi
#ăăłăžă§ăłéŁŻ#quirinahdraws#laios touden#kabru#mithrun#marcille donato#chilchuck tims#izutsumi#maizuru#inutade#labru#laishuro#nakamoto toshiro#sketchdump#digital#SORRY THESE R SO LQ I WAS ARTBLOCKED AS HELL LOL#*thinking really hard about manipulative girlfriend kabru from the omake* i think i hauve mana sickness#some1 on twit was like. labru takes advantage of fem laiosâs unfulfilled desire for adventureâŠ. i love toxic and doomed Yuri i mean what#THE BELL *hopping up and down* my embarrassing idea is that the BellTM is like. honorary laios accompaniment for the b plot#it starts ringing really aggressively and shuro is like. oh theyâre fighting again huh. I DONT KNOWWWWWWW#I CANT DRAW ANY OF THE CHARACTERS WAAHHHH⊠erm⊠busting it down ooc styleâŠ#waiting for the mithrun au where he becomes a ramen cook slash pottery artisan. ermmm#dungeon meshi#ME WHEN I FORGET THE TAG (yuribrained)
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people act like lesbo fujos are weird as if itâs not an integral part of our history đ whatever
#alison bechdel is soooo real for this#dykes to watch out for#alison bechdel#sorry cass sent me this a while ago and im thinking about it again LOL
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pegoryu valentine :3
#p5#persona 5#persona 5 royal#ryuji sakamoto#sakamoto ryuji#pegoryu#persona 5 protagonist#akira kurusu#ren amamiya#i made this last year LOL#sorry for not posting </3 i forget#idk when i'll post again</3#but beleive in me ... please.... its all i have...#i just finished a big assignment in uni im so tired#i typed 5000 words in two hours#anyways i like pegoryu ryuji would bounce his leg when hes nervous#i need to replay p5 games at some point tbh the motivation isn't there for p5 anymore sad emoji
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END OF CHAPTER ONE
FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 65-72)
* Time to put this puzzle together.
[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]
#long post#SO SORRY FOR THE POST BEING SO LONG BUT I NEEDED THE DRAMA AND YOU GUYS BEING LIKE#âwhy is it still going.....â#hehe#JOKES ON YOU! I LIED! THESE ARE 8 PAGES NOT 6!!!#yippiee#YOU GOT EVEN MORE#OKAY NOW#To address everything!!!#âtime travel? Really?â#YES REALLY#HAVE YOU ALL SEEN WHAT SANS SAYS IN HIS BATTLE#âour reportsâ âtimelines jumping left and rightâ âan anomaly in the time-space continuumâ HE KNOWS ABOUT THAT STUFF#HE RESEARCHED THAT STUFF#HE HAS A SECRET CODEWORD READY IN CASE HE FINDS A TIME TRAVELER WHY WOULD HE HAVE THAT???#Alphys has researched alternate universes too(which are usually related to alternate timelines)#okay enough of me rambling#I told u guys I made a mess to make the undertale timeline make sense lol#ANYWAYYSS#SIGH finally done with chapter one#IT WAS 52 PAGES LONG!!!!#So many things happened here#PAPYRUS AND FLOWEY ARE BACK!!!!#see you all again soon with chapter TWO#forgettable-au#forgettable-au-comic#papyrus#papyrus is gaster#undertale#gaster
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If Godzilla can wear shoes (in Fortnite) then he can wear heels :)
Hahahahaaa... I warned you guysss
I saw these and... I had to...
(Godzilla figure image from here) (Heels clashing image from Tiktok @stormigee)
#godzilla#godzilla x kong: the new empire#final wars godzilla#tiktok video#yes I gave Godzilla heeled boots#.....again#im sorry...#not really tbh#i warned ya'll#so you had it coming#anyway this time FW Goji joins the party#they both looks fab#even Monster X cannot fight back#FW is too powerful#nothing can stop him#lol what am I talking about#anyway enjoy#do not repost#my art
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god's treasure
#hi again my stanley parable followers. sorry i also drew yaoi#seavbo#parkour civilization#parkciv#evbo#seawatt#seawatts got white streaks bc. hes like. revived here and. i was gonna draw him with completely white hair in parkour afterlife#but i havent done it. bc im so busy lol#heres to hoping that queue worked
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