made a fic and it stars yeva and mick ( shslyaauthorandco âs oc! ) and its basically about mick comforting yeva and its 1218 words and its cute
Thatâs how they addressed each other. Every damn time. It made Yeva angryâmaybe upset. Their stepmother wasnât someone theyâd let influence them. Words still hurt though, especially how much their stepmother means to their father, and their father meant everything to Yeva.
Back to the conversation at hand, Yeva and her usually talked when needed. Yeva called each timeâoptimistic to reunite their petty relationship but itâd be slapped back in their face. Enough was enough, but Yeva never knew when to stop.
âAre you stil watering plants?â Their stepmother spoke up after the much enjoyed silence. Fuck Yeva though. Now they had to answer. Swallowing softly, Yeva kept both hands on the small telephone. Yeva like their small flip phone much more than those big Iphones.
      âWell?â Their stepmother asked, this time a bit more stern. However, Yeva still didnât like it.
      âYes, I am.â They answered simply and before their mother wa about to speakâthey interrupted. A burst of adrenaline shot through them and it caught up with their mouth.
      âNot only do I water plants but I help them be cross-bred for different types of flowers. Some even are close to curing small illnesses like colds or sniffles. But it seems likeâŚâ Yeva trailed offâreconsidering what they were going to say but they blurted it out before their brain could decide.
      âBut it seems like I wonât be able to ever find a plant that cures your bitterness.â With that said, Yeva hung up.
Now here came the anxiety. Yeva instantly started to snap their fingers. Itâs a thing they did out of anxiety. Their breathing quickened. For a split second they considered to call their stepmother back and apologize.
No, thatâs not a smart choice they thought to themselves. But holy crap! I canât breathe and Iâm going to die! Why would I do that? They also thought. Both were conflicting but extremely loud. Yeva rubbed their temples, trying to calm their breathing. It was a bit hard thoughâso they decided to simply go to sleep. Crawling into their bed fully clothed and closed their eyes.
Theyâve been crying for a whileâcanât sleep when youâre crying.
They mustâve been a bit loud cause there was a knock on their door followed by a voice.
      âYevaâshelia. Listen, I called ya oâ couple of times ân I âunno if the anklebiters got youâre phone orââ
Before they could continue, Yeva was already at the door and they opened it slowly. Only showing a bit of themselves. They were embarrassed and didnât want Mick Mundy to see them like this. Yeva looked up at him with puffy red eyes. They sniffled and ran a hand through their chocolate hairâpushing their curly bangs back.
âHoly shitâwot happened? Did somebody hurt you âcos if they did Iâllââ Yeva shook their head and cut him short by raising a hand. Yeva scratched their neck and took a deep breath before speaking.
      âNo, no one hurt me. I just..Iâm just upset. Over something silly. Itâs nothing to worry about Mick.â  Yeva didnât dare glance up. Instead they leaned on the doorframe, hugging themselves. âListen I just..I donât know.â  Yeva wanted him to go away. They loved him (read: platonic) but Yeva couldnât stand him being there and seeing them all upset. Yeva opened their mouth to say one more thing but were buried in warmth. It confused them for a second but then they realized Mick was hugging them.
âListenâI donât know whatâs goinâ on but.. Iâm uh.. Iâm here.. â He stated a bit awkwardly. Yeva almost wanted to laugh. It was funny how he could be so caring yet so.. awkward. Although instead of laughing Yeva hugged back and cried into his shirt. They cried a bit before Mick walked them into their room and they sat down in silence. He just let Yeva lean on him and cry while patting their back gently.
Yeva knew they had to tell him. Or at least stop bottling all that shit up. Sitting up they glanced up at him and brushed hair away from their own face.
âMikeâI just. Mike, my step-mother makes me feel like utter shit.â They started, unwrapping themselves from his arms and going and sitting next to him.
ââm sorry.â He saidâknowing that right now was not the time to talk too much. Which Yeva appreciated. They talked slowly and brung their knees to their chest.
âShe makes me feel so..awful about my talent. My gardening abilities I mean.. you name it I can grow it. But she makes me feel like.. like.. itâs not even good. Not even just a bit okay. I mean god, for fucks sake MikeâIâm a gardener.â This is where they started to tear up again and soon fat tears rolled down their cheeks.
      âMikeâI..IâI.. Iâm a gardener. Iâm not like herâsheâs a business women orâor..or like her kids. Their either engineers or planning to be doctors or something.  But no. Iâm a gardener. Iâm the one who tends to the crops like someâsome..â Yeva choked back a sob and wiped their eyes.
      âLike some labourer! AndâA-And not to even mentionâthe way she puts it down my throat. Do you know what she said to me today?â Mick looked at them and shook his head. âShe asked me âAre you still watering plants?â likeâlike Iâve done it my whole life and Iâve accomplished nothing except water some water and grow some more! I-Iâm..â Yeva buried their face in their hands and sobbed. âIâm a failure.â
Mick couldnât believe his ears. He wasnât sure what to say but he knew he had to say something. No fucking way was he going to let Yeva sit here and sob because theyâve been told theyâre a failure. Wrapping a arm around their shoulder he pulled them close and patted down their hair soothingly.
âYeva. Listen to me. Youâre pretty damn smart. ând you canât lt anyoneââspecially youâre ignorant mum that youâre a failure.â At this point, Yeva looked up through tears. âI meanâcâmon you really canât think youâre that much a failure. I havenât ever seen anyone grow as good as youâând you know damn well you have talent. I meanââm just ramblinâ but.. thaâ thing is Yeva, youâre an incredible person. With talent ân all. You can never let anyone make you feel awful about somethinâ you love.â
Mick was making some kind of hand motions, looking around the room through dimmed shades. Â âSorry, âm just rambling but seriously! Not only that but youâre nice ân shit. You can even tolerate an olâ bugger like me and I barely talk!â He coughed into his hand and looked back down at Yeva. âTrust me on this.â
Yeva let the words sink in and a small smile broke out on their dark complexion. âDid you knowâwhen you talk you make funny hand motions. I think itâs only when you ramble but..â Yeva trailed off, snickering a bit. Mick flushed but smiled, chuckling.
âNow that youâre better, want to watch me shoot arrows at Jayden and Brian?â