summary: finding a suitor was hard when everyone in london wanted your sister and not you; at least until nell jackson arrived
pairing: lesbian! nell jackson x lesbian bridgerton! reader
words: 1.6k
a/n: basically a nell jackson bridgerton au hehe
Life as a Bridgerton was not always as easy as the people of the ton thought. Yes, you were a respected family and influential but it came with a price. You loved your sister dearly but having to compete with her when you knew she would always be ahead of you was not a comfortable situation to be in. People looked at Daphne first. Greeted her first. And now that Lady Whistledown declared her the diamond of the first water it had you feeling down. Daphne was beautiful and gentle and deserved nothing more than to be called the diamond of the season. But it was only further proof of her excellence, something you were not in possession of.
Callers came early in the morning and left early in the afternoon. All for Daphne, not a single one for you.
The next day it was the same, only quieter. A few callers came for Daphne, gifting her flowers and jewels. You sat on the sofa reading Jane Austen’s new novel when the staff announced there was another caller.
“Miss Jackson is here for Y/n.” He announced and seconds after a brown haired lady entered the room with the most unusual style of clothes. She wore a billowy white shirt, dark trousers and a matching waistcoat and jacket. A woman in men’s clothing. Yet she looked marvellous.
“Miss Jackson,” your mother stepped towards her with a concealed confused expression. “It is calling hour.”
“I am aware, Lady Bridgerton.” She said, “I’m here to call on Miss Y/n Bridgerton.”
She turned her head to meet your figure hiding in the far back of the room. You smiled at her as you took her in. She was beautiful. The type of beauty you would see beyond your day, wondering whether or not you would see them again. She had light brown hair, contrasting her skin that bore freckles across the apples of her cheeks and nose. Her smile was white and welcoming.
She came over to where you were now standing. “Miss Nell Jackson. I hope you don’t mind me saying that you are the most ethereal woman I have ever met.”
You felt the apples of your cheeks turn warm, thanking her and offering her the seat next to yours. “Normally calling hours are for men interested in the ton’s ladies,” you smiled.
“I am very well aware of the rules, Miss Y/n. I hope you are not bothered by my presence. I assure you if you feel uncomfortable I can leave—“
“Would you like to get acquainted with the garden?” You cut her off, deep down knowing that even if it was unusual for a woman to call upon another, you didn’t want her to leave.
“I would be delighted to.” She smiled in agreement.
You guided her towards the hallways where you briefly met your mother’s confused stare with the shrug of your shoulder. It was different but you liked it.
In the garden you sat on the swings your father built before he died. You had asked her if she wanted to sit down on the bench but she insisted that the swings were just fine.
“Excuse me for being so direct, Miss Jackson, but I do not know you nor do I believe we have ever seen each other…how is it you know me?”
“I must admit I’ve admired you from afar the last few weeks and was unsure whether to visit you during calling hours. I hope you do not feel awkward about all this”
“I do not.” You smiled at her. “I am rather enjoying myself.”
Nell smiled softly, the sunlight reflecting in her eyes as you caught yourself staring at her lips. Gently pressing against each other as her feet pushed her back and forth.
“I suppose you are looking for a wife this season?”
“Indeed I am.”
“What do you look for?”
“If I may be so direct but I think I already found what I’ve been looking for.”
You raised your eyebrows ever so slightly, taken aback by her choice of words. You admitted that you were glad to know of her intentions. It had only been thirty minutes but they showed you her true kind hearted nature. You were immediately smitten with her.
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
“Well then I hope we meet each other at the Fraser’s ball in the upcoming days. I hope you will write down your name on my card?”
“I will find you before the night ends.” She reached out to place a kiss on your hand.
You cleared your throat, “Shall we ehm go back, it is most inappropriate to spend more than thirty minutes alone.”
“Of course, Miss Y/n.”
Back at the house you said your goodbyes and joined your mamma back in the drawing room, picking up the book Colin had gifted you from his travels.
“You cannot see her again.” Your mamma came through the door as soon as you heard the front door close. “People will talk of this if they find out.” She braced herself against the sofa.
“Why?”
“Because a woman called on you, Y/n!” She raised her voice but you could tell she didn’t mean to. “It is not done.”
“But I like her,”
“It doesn’t matter.” She breathed out heavily. “What if Lady Whistledown were to know of this. The entirety of the ton would know by tomorrow morning.”
Just as she finished her sentence Eloise and Penelope joined the room. Penelope greeted you with a smile.
“Well I like her, Mama.” You stood up and walked towards the end of the room to start reading.
“What happened?” Eloise asked.
“A Miss Nell Jackson called on your sister today.”
“A woman?”
Your mamma nodded.
“How exhilarating.”
“We will not speak of this again.”
A few days later the newest edition of Lady Whistledown appeared on your front door.
Dearest gentle readers,
prepare your smelling salts and hold on to your bonnets, for a revelation that will set the ton abuzz. In a society where the heart's true desires are often overshadowed by rigid expectations and whispered disapproval, it is high time we lift the veil on a most beautiful truth: love, in all its splendid forms, deserves celebration.
This author has observed, with no small amount of admiration, the tender affections shared between individuals of the same sex. These connections, whether whispered in secret gardens or displayed with courage at the grandest of balls, are as genuine and profound as any other. They speak to the very essence of what it means to be human: the desire to love and be loved without constraint or fear.
So, let us cast aside the shackles of convention and prejudice. Let us embrace a society where love, whether between gentlemen, ladies, or any soul in between, is met with the same respect and honour we afford all tender unions. For is it not love, dear readers, that makes the world a more delightful place? The heart knows no bounds, and neither should our acceptance of its many splendid forms.
We are all the creations of God and if he disapproved of equal live then why create it at all?
Yours Truly, Lady Whistledown
Even weeks after Lady Whistdown’s controversial edition the ton was still abuzz. Whilst very few disagreed, the majority had agreed with what was written. Multiple people since then had come forward about their true loves. It made you think of Nell. The last time you saw her was at the ball. She danced with you despite everyone’s eyes on you and all their mouths whispering of the scene in front of them
By the time the ton had settled it was inevitable to try and make society disapprove of the past events that by the time Lord and Lady Smythe-Smith held their annual ball, multiple same sex couples attended.
You were upset that you hadn’t seen Nell for quite some time. Ever since Whistledown she had disappeared. She wasn’t seen at any balls or in society as a whole. Tonight's ball had you wearing a pink gown with the most beautiful necklace that had been left for you by an anonymous person. Standing by the lemonade table you silently sulked next to your mamma as you watched the others dance. You were about to lean your head on your mamma’s shoulder when suddenly a familiar face showed up in front of you.
“Lady Bridgerton, Miss Bridgerton, you must excuse my absence as I was unsure of what to do with the scandal that was the past weeks.” She admitted. “May I,” she turned her head to face you, “have your next dance?”
You looked at your mamma who slowly smiled and nodded, approving of your union.
“Yes I would like that very much.”
“I hope you don’t mind me writing my name down for all three dances?”
You let out a small laugh, “Not at all,”
“Beautiful necklace.”
“Someone sent it to me.”
“Do you know who it was?”
“Of course I know it was you, Nellie Jackson.” You whispered into her ear as you watched her smile, talking your arms and guiding you towards the dance floor.
summary: finding a suitor was hard when everyone in london wanted your sister and not you; at least until nell jackson arrived
pairing: lesbian! nell jackson x lesbian bridgerton! reader
words: 1.6k
a/n: basically a nell jackson bridgerton au hehe
Life as a Bridgerton was not always as easy as the people of the ton thought. Yes, you were a respected family and influential but it came with a price. You loved your sister dearly but having to compete with her when you knew she would always be ahead of you was not a comfortable situation to be in. People looked at Daphne first. Greeted her first. And now that Lady Whistledown declared her the diamond of the first water it had you feeling down. Daphne was beautiful and gentle and deserved nothing more than to be called the diamond of the season. But it was only further proof of her excellence, something you were not in possession of.
Callers came early in the morning and left early in the afternoon. All for Daphne, not a single one for you.
The next day it was the same, only quieter. A few callers came for Daphne, gifting her flowers and jewels. You sat on the sofa reading Jane Austen’s new novel when the staff announced there was another caller.
“Miss Jackson is here for Y/n.” He announced and seconds after a brown haired lady entered the room with the most unusual style of clothes. She wore a billowy white shirt, dark trousers and a matching waistcoat and jacket. A woman in men’s clothing. Yet she looked marvellous.
“Miss Jackson,” your mother stepped towards her with a concealed confused expression. “It is calling hour.”
“I am aware, Lady Bridgerton.” She said, “I’m here to call on Miss Y/n Bridgerton.”
She turned her head to meet your figure hiding in the far back of the room. You smiled at her as you took her in. She was beautiful. The type of beauty you would see beyond your day, wondering whether or not you would see them again. She had light brown hair, contrasting her skin that bore freckles across the apples of her cheeks and nose. Her smile was white and welcoming.
She came over to where you were now standing. “Miss Nell Jackson. I hope you don’t mind me saying that you are the most ethereal woman I have ever met.”
You felt the apples of your cheeks turn warm, thanking her and offering her the seat next to yours. “Normally calling hours are for men interested in the ton’s ladies,” you smiled.
“I am very well aware of the rules, Miss Y/n. I hope you are not bothered by my presence. I assure you if you feel uncomfortable I can leave—“
“Would you like to get acquainted with the garden?” You cut her off, deep down knowing that even if it was unusual for a woman to call upon another, you didn’t want her to leave.
“I would be delighted to.” She smiled in agreement.
You guided her towards the hallways where you briefly met your mother’s confused stare with the shrug of your shoulder. It was different but you liked it.
In the garden you sat on the swings your father built before he died. You had asked her if she wanted to sit down on the bench but she insisted that the swings were just fine.
“Excuse me for being so direct, Miss Jackson, but I do not know you nor do I believe we have ever seen each other…how is it you know me?”
“I must admit I’ve admired you from afar the last few weeks and was unsure whether to visit you during calling hours. I hope you do not feel awkward about all this”
“I do not.” You smiled at her. “I am rather enjoying myself.”
Nell smiled softly, the sunlight reflecting in her eyes as you caught yourself staring at her lips. Gently pressing against each other as her feet pushed her back and forth.
“I suppose you are looking for a wife this season?”
“Indeed I am.”
“What do you look for?”
“If I may be so direct but I think I already found what I’ve been looking for.”
You raised your eyebrows ever so slightly, taken aback by her choice of words. You admitted that you were glad to know of her intentions. It had only been thirty minutes but they showed you her true kind hearted nature. You were immediately smitten with her.
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
“Well then I hope we meet each other at the Fraser’s ball in the upcoming days. I hope you will write down your name on my card?”
“I will find you before the night ends.” She reached out to place a kiss on your hand.
You cleared your throat, “Shall we ehm go back, it is most inappropriate to spend more than thirty minutes alone.”
“Of course, Miss Y/n.”
Back at the house you said your goodbyes and joined your mamma back in the drawing room, picking up the book Colin had gifted you from his travels.
“You cannot see her again.” Your mamma came through the door as soon as you heard the front door close. “People will talk of this if they find out.” She braced herself against the sofa.
“Why?”
“Because a woman called on you, Y/n!” She raised her voice but you could tell she didn’t mean to. “It is not done.”
“But I like her,”
“It doesn’t matter.” She breathed out heavily. “What if Lady Whistledown were to know of this. The entirety of the ton would know by tomorrow morning.”
Just as she finished her sentence Eloise and Penelope joined the room. Penelope greeted you with a smile.
“Well I like her, Mama.” You stood up and walked towards the end of the room to start reading.
“What happened?” Eloise asked.
“A Miss Nell Jackson called on your sister today.”
“A woman?”
Your mamma nodded.
“How exhilarating.”
“We will not speak of this again.”
A few days later the newest edition of Lady Whistledown appeared on your front door.
Dearest gentle readers,
prepare your smelling salts and hold on to your bonnets, for a revelation that will set the ton abuzz. In a society where the heart's true desires are often overshadowed by rigid expectations and whispered disapproval, it is high time we lift the veil on a most beautiful truth: love, in all its splendid forms, deserves celebration.
This author has observed, with no small amount of admiration, the tender affections shared between individuals of the same sex. These connections, whether whispered in secret gardens or displayed with courage at the grandest of balls, are as genuine and profound as any other. They speak to the very essence of what it means to be human: the desire to love and be loved without constraint or fear.
So, let us cast aside the shackles of convention and prejudice. Let us embrace a society where love, whether between gentlemen, ladies, or any soul in between, is met with the same respect and honour we afford all tender unions. For is it not love, dear readers, that makes the world a more delightful place? The heart knows no bounds, and neither should our acceptance of its many splendid forms.
We are all the creations of God and if he disapproved of equal live then why create it at all?
Yours Truly, Lady Whistledown
Even weeks after Lady Whistdown’s controversial edition the ton was still abuzz. Whilst very few disagreed, the majority had agreed with what was written. Multiple people since then had come forward about their true loves. It made you think of Nell. The last time you saw her was at the ball. She danced with you despite everyone’s eyes on you and all their mouths whispering of the scene in front of them
By the time the ton had settled it was inevitable to try and make society disapprove of the past events that by the time Lord and Lady Smythe-Smith held their annual ball, multiple same sex couples attended.
You were upset that you hadn’t seen Nell for quite some time. Ever since Whistledown she had disappeared. She wasn’t seen at any balls or in society as a whole. Tonight's ball had you wearing a pink gown with the most beautiful necklace that had been left for you by an anonymous person. Standing by the lemonade table you silently sulked next to your mamma as you watched the others dance. You were about to lean your head on your mamma’s shoulder when suddenly a familiar face showed up in front of you.
“Lady Bridgerton, Miss Bridgerton, you must excuse my absence as I was unsure of what to do with the scandal that was the past weeks.” She admitted. “May I,” she turned her head to face you, “have your next dance?”
You looked at your mamma who slowly smiled and nodded, approving of your union.
“Yes I would like that very much.”
“I hope you don’t mind me writing my name down for all three dances?”
You let out a small laugh, “Not at all,”
“Beautiful necklace.”
“Someone sent it to me.”
“Do you know who it was?”
“Of course I know it was you, Nellie Jackson.” You whispered into her ear as you watched her smile, talking your arms and guiding you towards the dance floor.
You were one of those kid that everyone knew about but only had a few friends. You were smart, nice, and social. Having acquaintances in almost all classes. You started your day like normal. Getting ready, leaving the house, sitting in the cafeteria with your friends till class starts. Then your day was knocked off course. You were called into the office during 2nd period.
You walked in and the secretary was staring at you, and pointed to the principal's office even as you were walking In the room you could feel her eyes burning a hole in your head.
You saw principle Cole, and city’s resident “bad boy” Wayne. “Sit.” Cole said jestering to the seat on the left side of Wayne. Not wanting to make Wayne feel outcasted you smiled and waved at him and sat down. “So I was looking over your grades and- well you can say no you will get no backlash academically.” Cole cut himself off “but if you could tutor Mr. McCullough.” And without a second thought you said “okay”
Cole looked relieved. But when you looked over to Wayne his jaw was flexed and his head was turned to the right. “Yea I’ll tutor him.” “Great. Now both of you get out my office.” Wayne quickly got up and walked out. You on the other had got up normally and grabbed you bag before saying good by to Cole.
When you got into the hallway you saw Wayne and before you could call out to him the bell rang releasing all the kids from the rooms. End of story you lost him.
You didn’t know how to contact him and thought he wouldn’t actively try and reach out to to you you thought it was a lost cause. Till after school when you were walking home.
First you heard his foot dragging on the ground. Then his voice “Hey..um,” you turned,the wire to your headphones swinging “Hey! I was looking for you but then the bell rang and well I lost you.” You smiled. “Sorry.” “There’s no reason to be sorry? It’s not your fault I was too slow?” Holding your smile you pointed to the right. “There’s a diner close by we can go there and we can go over what you need help with?” “I ain’t got no money.” “I do.”
You started off with math, then science, and mid way through history Wayne got extremely frustrated so you insisted on taking a break. You went over to the bar and ordered two root beers. “I don’t know what you would want.” You said while placing the drinks down. Wayne looked up at you and quickly looked away . “Thank you.” He said softly and put his head back down. “No problem.”
You continued to tutor Wayne everyday after school whether it be at your house or the diner. As cheesy as it may sound you were the star in Wayne’s life for the past weeks. His life wasn’t as black and gray as usual. Instead of going around and finishing/picking fights he was with you. When he was with you he was never in a bad mood.
But today was different. Some guy decided to pick a fight during lunch and you were there to witness it. You didn’t know why it happened, just that what was said was bad. It was the talk of the day, even your friends talked about it. “I think he’s unstable- '' your friend said as she popped a chip into her mouth. “I personally don’t think you should be around him anymore.” Your other friend chimes in. You developed a crush on Wayne during the passing weeks and didn’t feel like listening to them talk about him so you put your headphones in and started eating.
That day the walk to the diner was silent. Wayne was kicked out of school for the week but he was waiting for you after school. When you got to the diner you couldn’t help but ask him what happened. He refused to tell you. “Wayne.. I care about you. I don’t want to see you getting in trouble…” “I don’t need you to care about me.” And from there you two started arguing. Wayne yelled about not needing you to care for him, you argued about him being immature and cold. “Fine. I’m leaving.” You got up and aggressively took money out of your pocket and slammed it on the table. But before you could turn and leave Wayne grabbed your hand. “Wait. I’m sorry…” he looked at you like a shelter dog who was rescued off the side of the road. You waved your hand at Wayne making him scoot over allowing you to slide in the booth next to him. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better.” He said while playing with the edge of your shirt. “Just don’t leave.” You reach your hand down and grab his and interlock your fingers. “I won’t.” You smile “Least not anymore.” You nudge him with your shoulder. Soon you get up and order you both food. You both get something from the kids menus. “So is this a date?” You say mouth full and food in your hands. “You could hear Wayne choke. “What?” “I think this should be considered a date.”
A/n: I think I just know how to write toxic/angst with no happy ending. When I write fluff and stuff i always feel like its not good yk😭 anyway this was rushed and probably had a few plot holes but fuck it we ball
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In Wayne’s eyes you were an angry person, but he wouldn’t trade you for the world. In his eyes your relationship was perfect minus you being “mean” but to him it showed you were like him “mean aggressive, and obsessive ” and made him feel seen. But in yours it was anything but perfect, to you wayne never acted like you were together, it was like he was just a guy who follows you around. First it was ideal. You didn’t want a man who was constantly asking where you were going, what you were doing, who you're with, worried too much or was too clingy, till four months into your relationship. He was literally like a stranger. You wondered if he actually liked you, or if he was just with you to be with you. So you started to start fights, just so he could drop the nonchalant act and show you some emotions.
“So where were you?” You placed the comic book you had in your hand down on his night stand. “No where.” “No where-” you mocked him “go you are shuck a fucking liar.” You said while getting off his bed. “I went to get some money.l he said nonchalantly while shrugging off his jacket “so I could pay for dad med” he elaborated when he saw you looking at him like he grew a third eye. “That's all you had to say.”
You said while dropping your shoes back on the ground and walking to sit on the bed next to where he was standing. You gently grabbed his hand and started to play with his fingers. “I didn’t see why it was important.” Just like that your temper was back.
You threw his hand back towards him. You scoffed while you picked your shoes back up and instead of going to buy them on again you grabbed you bag and started to walk to the bedroom door. “Where are you going?” He said, groaning. “Home.” He said walking behind you as you went down the stairs. “It's late, you can’t leave now.” “I can do what I want.” You said putting your shoes under your left arm and twisting the door Knob. Wayne grabbed your arm and pulled you to his chest. You pushed him and walked outside. “You know if you didn’t want to be with me you could have said something from the beginning.” He looked dumbfounded. “What are you talking about?” He said leaning on the door frame. “ don't act stupid it’s embarrassing.”
“What are you talking about? '' he said , putting his hand out in front of him, his nonchalant act was falling. “Did you need a girlfriend so people would leave you alone or something? So they would stop calling you a freak or what? What’s going on?” “You are crazy?” His voice getting harsher but saying at a low whisper. “Whatever Wayne. Don’t call me.” You turned to walk away, but he gripped your arm, but this time it hurt a little, he turned you around and lifted you onto his shoulder. And carried you back up the stairs and into his room. He threw you in bed no had but enough force to make you bounce. “Chill out.” He said while getting into the bed and trapping you under his body weight.
“ Do you not care about me?” You asked softly after a few minutes. “What? Why would you say that?” He said while lifting himself up so he could look you in the eyes. “You just seem to not care for me.” He looked into your eyes for a few seconds before leaning in To kiss you softly on the corners of your mouth. “I care..I may not show it or whatever but I care about you.” He said while pushing the hair off your forehead. “I’ll be better-” he kissed your forehead “s’long as you stop starting arguments.”he didn’t give you time to say anything back as let his body drop back on top of you.
A/N: imp frybread really does go with everything but makes me so bloated 😔. Sorry for such a long wait pookies
Part 4/4
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That morning you made your little crew eggs, bacon, potatoes, frybread, and a side of klass lemonade with slices of lemons.
“What is this?” Abby asks sweetly while holding up her frybread. Mato looks over at her “frybread, auntie makes it all the time. I eat it with everything.” “Is it good?” “Duh.” Mike chuckles and starts eating. Abby watches as mato dips his bread into the yolk and shoves a piece into his mouth. Abby had a look on her face like she’s thinking. Then does the same thing. “Mhm this is good.”
That makes you smile, and happy that they like the food you made. The rest of breakfast was spent with the kids talking nonsense and you and Mike laughing and occasionally chiming in.
You get up and grab matos and Abby’s plates and put them in the sink. Mike noticed you headed back to grab his and he shoved the last pieces of egg into his mouth “here I got it.” His words were muffled by the food. You can’t help but smile at his dorkiness. He places his plate carefully on the side full of bubbly water and dirty dishes. He stopped in front you. “Thank you for the food.” He puts his hand on his tummy. “It was really good. I’m scared Abby won’t like what I cook anymore.” You feel your face heat up. “ Well geez no need for flattery-“ you mumble and look down at your feet for a second and back up to him.
“Mike!” Abby yells from the living room. You both look over and we mato and Abby pulling the art supplies out from under the living room coffee table. “Could you go and get my coloring stuff?” She puts her hand together. “Please?” She pleads, dragging out the ‘e’. “Yea-“ he looks over to you. “I’ll be right back.” You nod, opting to change into something more suitable for the day ahead of you.
You come out of your room to see Mike sitting on the couch watching music videos on your little tv and mato next to him on the floor pointing and telling him all about who’s on there while Abby’s laying next to him drawing a picture. You can’t help but smile as you walk over and sit dangerously close to Mike.
Don’t get him wrong, Mike was listening to mato. But he couldn’t help but focus on watching you walk over to him through his peripheral. He was undeniably nervous when you sat right next to him on the couch. There was a recliner and two more seats you could have sat in but chose right next to him. it’s not like he’s complaining, if only he had the gall to ask you out on a date.
The only thing stopping him was the kids. He knew you both had a kid to care for. And it was sort of selfish of him, but he wanted so badly to be selfish this one time- his thoughts cut off by you whispering in his ear. “Let me take you out on a date sum time?”
— 2 months later —
All four of you sat in your backyard circling a fire pit Mike made, each one of you with a stick and a marshmallow on the end
Someone told me long ago there’s a calm before the storm
I know, it’s been comin’ for sometime
When it’s over, so they say
It’ll rain a sunny day
I know, shinin’ down like water
A music shop recently had an shutting down discount. Everything 70% off “everything must go” type discount. You bought some of yours and matos favorite songs and a pink cd boombox
You had your arm wrapped around mato as he stood i front of you
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
Comin’ down a sunny day
“I got something to ask you mato.” Mike speaks up. “I wanna take your auntie out on a date. Is that okay with you bud?” In these past few months mike has turned into a father figure to him. Mato looks at him up and down with a weird look on his face, he slips out of your embrace and hands you his stick. He walks over to Mike and whispers in his ear. You and Abby looked at each, Her face was full of excitement as she pulls a picture out of her jacket pocket. “I drew this the morning you made us all breakfast for the first time.”
Yesterday, and days before
Sun is cold and rain is hard
I know, it been that way for all my time
Til forever, on it goes
through the circle, fast and slow
I know, I can’t stop it, I wonder
It was a drawing of you and Mike hands connected with a red heart and her and mato next to you two. “I always knew he was going to ask you out.” You smile and fold the paper back up and put it in your pocket. “Thank you sugar.” You say to her while putting another marshmallow on her stick. “I think you should let mato stay up for another 20 minutes-“ he looks over to mark then back at you “forever.” You put your hand over your mouth stifling a laugh. “No..” “but come one he says I can’t take you out unless you agree.” Mike whines. “5 minutes and not more.” You say looking at mato “deal.” Unbeknownst to the kids you two have been dating for 2 months now.
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
Comin’ down a sunny day
Soon Abby and mato were all sugared out and tired. So you pull out the air mattress you were able to get on sale the other day and make a cozy little bed in the living room for Mike. Abby takin over matos bed and mato taking over yours
And just as your head hits the pillow there’s a knock at the door. You get up and walk down the hallway. After hearing the door open you walk faster and when you get a good glimps at the door your heart drops.
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
Comin’ down a sunny day
It’s Matos' mom, Your sister. She's back and she’s planning to leave with your world and crush your heart. You run to the door and push Mike out the way and shove her down the steps
“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You yell softly trying not to wake the kids. You expected Mike to wait inside but he didn’t, and god you were happy he didn’t. Your sister look bad. She literally looked like a living skeleton. Cheeks hollowed out. She couldn’t even stand right. “You need to leave. I don’t know what your on but you aren’t combing anywhere near mato.”
“He’s my son. If I want to take him I will.” She moves to go up the steps but you block her “stay away from him. From us. Leave before I call the cops I’ll tell them you abandoned him and I’ll have them drug test you right here. Right now.” “He’s not yours, and who’s this? Some man you have around my son?! Whore!” she yells loudly obviously The mention of a drug test scared her and she needed to get the last word in. You feel bad for her, but you won’t let her take him and ruin all he has going for him. But she’s always been scared of you, so when you started to walk towards her she scurried to her beat up car and peeled out of your neighborhood.
When you turned back around you were meet with mikes chest and you just couldn’t stop yourself from crying. You almost lost your boy, and that was terrifying and he knew it. So he led you to the air up mattress and laid you down so you were cuddled up in his arms.
angst mike schidmt they were arguing on the phone and she gets into a car crash its okay if you dont want to write this 🩷🩷
I DON’T BELONG HERE, ITS TIME TO MOVE ON DEAR
Summary: you get into an accident, mike and Abby are devastated
A/N: this might not be what some of y’all had in mind but I made the two in the same time span. Sorry for any mistakes you may find 😋
Part 2/2
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You keep swerving off the road, Your eyes keep closing, The cars keep honking , the tears keep falling , and the calls keep coming in.
When you finally wiped your face you answered.
“Are you okay?! What were you thinking?! Pull over right now.” Mike yelled “what do you want?” “What do I want?! I want you to be safe your fucking drunk right now!” You let out a choked sob “why do you care?”
“Just pull over-“ “No fuck you, quit calling me!” You hung up. But now even two seconds later, Mike called again. You look down to decline the call and don’t notice that you're driving in the wrong lane. Last thing you see is two bright lights.
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Mike kept calling. He needed to know if you were safe. Abby was worried. She could tell something was wrong then Mike got a call from the hospital.
When the call ended he started sobbing and rushing to put his shoes on. “Abby put on your shoes-“ he says as he grabs her shoes and her hand dragging her out of the house.
Abby couldn’t help but cry as Mike drove as fast as he could to the hospital. When they went inside the hospital, he walked up to the counter and started sobbing about how he got a call that his “girlfriend” was here and he was her emergency contact. “She is in the back sir but she can’t come in.” The nurse said while pointing at Abby. “Well watch her son.” A woman who was crying into a tissue next to her husband said. “Thank you.” He said while following the nurse
She led him past all the rooms “where are we going?” He said shakily. The nurse said nothing as she led him into a room with a stretcher in the middle and white blanket over it. His knees buckled. The nurse left the room and He walked over to you and pulled the blanket down. His sobs getting louder, his vision getting more blurry. “I’m so sorry baby, I’m sorry for making you feel that way.” He says while kissing your cold face. “I’m sorry” , his tears falling from his face and onto yours.
He sat there holding your cold hand for twenty minutes till someone came and told him he had to leave. He walked out like a zombie. Eyes red and puffy, nose stuffed, and tears staining his face.
The couple that was watching Abby stood when he came out the double doors. The man looked angry. “You did this!” He yelled at Mike. Mike was confused as Abby ran out of the woman’s grasp. “You did this to my little girl.” He tried lunging at Mike but the lady stopped him. Abby looked up at him “that’s her parents.”
Mike was given all your belongings. He found your parents phone number in your phone and tried calling to talk about the funeral but they never answered. But one day in the middle of the night he got a call back. It was your mom. “Hello?” She said softly Mike started tearing up. She sounded just like you. “Hello?” His voice cracking. “She talked about you a lot. She really loved you. What she did that night was a mistake.” She was whispering. Nothing could be heard from Mike's side except sobbing. “Her dad doesn't want me talking to you. But you were her other half. She would want you at her funeral.” She proceeded to tell him all the information where to go, what to dress like, and that she had something for Abby.
He was grateful that your mom was sweet, just like you. The time all the way up to the funeral was spent in silence. Abby never came out of her room, and would only accept food you used to make.
The day came for the funeral Abby refused to wear anything but the matching dress you bought with her despite it not being funeral appropriate. Mike was stressed but understood. They sat in the back of the church the whole time Abby begged to go closer, but Mike refused. Midway through the viewing your mother went to him. And without saying a word grabbed his hand and walked him up to the casket.
He couldn’t do anything but turn and sob into your moms shoulder (your mom being 5’7) after seeing you. Both not noticing Abby following close behind with her bag. They both look over to the left and see her reaching into the casket to place your pink flowers from the garden wrapped in your favorite scarf and your favorite pieces of jewelry. When she turns around she heads straight to Mike hugging his midsection and crying into his suit jacket. Your mother put her hand on Abby’s shoulder.
She walked them back over to the first pew where her and your father were sitting. And she sat there rubbing his shoulder comforting him like she was his mother-in-law. He finally was able to stop crying when your pallbearers went to pick up the casket.
They drove over to the graveyard and watched beside you parents as they lowered your body into the ground. One by one your loved ones would throw flowers in your grave then they would throw dirt back in. Everyone came up to them and he expected for Abby and him to be skipped when they started saying “sorry for your loss” but he wasn't. He was treated as if he wasn’t just your boyfriend and like Abby wasn’t just his little sister, but instead like they were your family.
Soon it was just your mom and Mike at the gravesite. Abby was sitting on the back of your dad's truck drinking a soda with him. “I saw the way people look at me and dad today, like knowing looks, like they knew it was going to happen…I just know everyone else will remember her as an alcoholic. Like this was alway going to be her end.” She put her hand to her mouth and muffled a sob. She took a deep breath,wiped her nose and looked over to Mike. “But you know that wasn't her. Abby knows. We know. And that is all that matters.” She said while grabbing his hand “We will always be here for you. And for Abby. If you ever need anything from us, or if you just want to talk,” she moved Mike's hair from his face and smiles “She picked a handsome one didn’t she.” She sniffed. “Now come one. Everyone’s waiting.”
He spent the entire time at the comida he spent laughing at stories of you when you were a kid and a teenager, your parents led him to their home where Abby was gifted your old jewelry, and a few articles of clothing “She would grow into”. Mike could do nothing but thank them. “You're always welcome here son.” Your dad said.
Mike meets a new friend at the store on his way to the night shift and it becomes a routine of him always talking about her and being around her but shes really touchy and jealous of y/n and mikes relationship and y/n feels forgotten and in the way of stopping Mike from getting with his "match"
THRU YOUR PHONE
Summary: you feel forgotten
A/N: I might have gone overboard with making y’all an alcoholic Also sorry if this is bad I think I’m burning out 😭🙏
Cw: alcoholism
Part 1/2
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One day while on the way to Freddy’s Mike had stopped at the gas station. You asked him a few days ago before he left to get you and Abby candy for a movie night. He just so happened to have a little spending money that night and he thought he would surprise you.
But instead of getting the candy, he got a girl's number. In his mind she was a friend. You trusted Mike truly. But when he comes home smelling like someone else's perfume, claiming he already ate, and refusing to tell you about his new “friend” you couldn’t help but be a little bit suspicious.
Then he slipped up one day. “Well Emma-“ your heart dropped and you looked him in the eyes “who’s Emma?” “No one, just some girl I met at work.” “You work the night shift at an abandoned pizzeria. Who the fuck is emma?” You said calmly like you were talking to a child. “No one.” He threw his fork down and got up from the dinner table.
You and Abby sat there in silence surprised by his outburst. “What’s up his butt?” Abby asked while poking at her food. You rested your elbows on the table and brought your hands to your face. Taking a deep breath before looking at Abby. “I really couldn’t tell you girly.” Abby smiled and continued eating.
Then Mike became shameless when talking about her. “Emma did this” or “Emma said that” every single time he opened his big mouth it was about Emma. That Christmas you had bought both you and Mike phones, and when you got the bill it was over four hundred dollars.
You, Abby, and Mike were in the mall one day when you heard some call from behind you “Mikey!” You felt like you were about to throw up. Mike turns around and hugs her. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, then noticed you. “So this is who you're always talking about.” She says snottyly, “Yup this is my beautiful girlfriend.” He wasn’t even looking at you, he was looking at her. “She’s definitely something.” Emma said while smiling.
You were so embarrassed that you grabbed Abby’s hand and started walking away “You have something on your teeth.” Abby yelled out while walking away. Mike didn’t even notice you left till Emma said “Is that her kid? Can’t believe she had you taking care of some other man's child.” Her finger running up Mikes jacket zipper.
You realized that nothing was going to stop him from being with her. And that you were in the way. The feeling only got worse when she followed you on MySpace and Facebook.
It was 9 in the morning. You sat at the dinner table with Mike's phone in front of you. He was asleep in the other room and Abby was at school. You wanted to go through it but couldn’t do it. So you grabbed you keys and drove to the store. The same one where Emma works at. You go up to the counter and ask for a bottle of vodka, pay and leave. Emma watched from the back as you got in your car and pulled out of the parking lot.
When Mike woke up you were gone. He looked for his phone but couldn’t find it. He walked out the room and down the hallway. His phone was on the couch and opened, his messages with Emma bright on the screen. Then He saw messages he’s never seen
EMMA
-your girl was here
-she bought a bottle of vodka?
-thought she was a recovering alcoholic?
His brows furrowed then he got a call from the school
“Mr Schmidt?” “This is him” “we need you to come pick up Abby.” He was confused because you were supposed to pick her up today. “Yea I’ll be right there im so sorry, tell Abby I’m coming.” And he hung up. He was mad
He couldn’t believe you forgot Abby, completely forgetting about the bottle of vodka. Mike got a stern talking to when he got to the school. Embarrassed Abby refused to speak, When they got home they saw your car. Abby was happy but Mike wasn’t. As they were getting out the car you were coming out the house with boxes.
“What are you doing?” He said moving in your way so you would stop. “And is that-“ he sniffed you “are you drinking?!” He yelled “Abby go inside.” “But-“she protested “go inside!” He yelled while pointing at the door. You placed your boxes in the back “don't yell at her!” You say while pushing Mike back. “You know you really don’t deserve her. Your are such a fucking prick.” Your speech slurred. Mike cupped your face “baby you're drunk. Let’s go inside and get you some water-“ “Get off me! Go back to the bitch from “work”.” You do the finger quotations and hiccup. “Is that what this is about?”
You ignored him as you got into the car. Locking the door behind you. Mike went up to the window and knocked on it. “Where do you think you're going?” You look at him straight in the face as you start the car, Mike's face going pale. You start backing up and Mike chases after yelling at you to stop the car. You stop at the end of the driveway.
You roll the window down slightly just enough so he could hear you “Go be with Emma, I’m not in your way anymore.” And with that You swerve out the neighborhood.
A/N: this was a request but it deleted, if you requested it and want it to be longer just send in another ask and the title has nothing to do with the fic I just think the song is so bimbocore. OOC!Mike
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Mike took pride in you (his girlfriend). Yea you weren't that bright but that’s okay. He’ll be smart enough for both of you. And Abby loves you, she loves the way you talk, the way you dress, and the way you do your makeup, to her you're like a real life Barbie doll she helps dress up everyday.
Mike loves that Abby loves you. It makes him feel better about Introducing you to her. He never really wanted his girlfriends to meet his little sister in fear they would leave him and her with broken hearts. But you were different, well more like obsessed to the point where he doesn’t think you would leave him unless he broke up with you. Something he would never do.
You two met at the mall. You went into Victoria’s Secret and tried on a few bras. Bought some but ended up forgetting to take one off. Mike just so happened to be passing by when the alarm went off. “Oh?” You say putting your hand on your neck clutching your invisible pearls. “Ma'am do you mind putting back what you took.” He says nonchalantly and slightly annoyed. “But mister I didn’t take anything?” You mumble while pouting.
This is very unprofessional of him but the way you look and the way you called him mister did something for him. “Well I believe you but the sensor doesn’t. Now how bout we go back into the store and make sure you didn’t forget something. Yea?” He talks softly while putting his hand on the small of your back. Then he felt the ink tag and stopped. He started softly “Ma’am you sure you didn’t steal anything?” He really hoped you didn't do this on purpose. You pointed to the dressing rooms “Well no I tried on some bras and-“ your hand went over your mouth “I forgot to take one off!” You said quietly and rushed to the fitting room.
While you were in there Mike went to talk to the store manager and explained that you simply just forgot. “Yea sure Mike-“ she gets up from her seat “I saw the camera. Very professional hitting on the perpetrator.” Mike's ears flushed red “I wasn't-“ he said pushing off the door frame he was leaning on “Whatever just get her out of here.” He turned around and started to look around the store for you but couldn’t find you.
The next time he saw you, you were entering Abercrombie and Fitch. He didn’t want to just go into the store and follow you so he opted to walk around the area and wait for you. 40 minutes later you walked out with two bags. And just like last time something went wrong. Your bag ripped and your clothes fell all over the floor. Mike rushed over and started to help you pick up your clothes. “Let me go get you a new bag.” He rushed off into the store and came back seconds later with three more bags. “Let me see.” He shoved all the fallen clothes into one bag and placed both bags into the two extra bags. “So they don’t break again.” He says as he hands you the bags and You giggle. “You're the security officer from yesterday.” You say in a flirtatious way. “Yes ma’am. Just happened to be passing by.” He says as he scratches the back of his neck. “You know-“ he starts but you cut him off “Would you like to go on a date sometime?” You say your face feeling hot. “You’re just really handsome and I'd hate to miss this opportunity.”
Summary: Mike runs into one of Abby’s teachers at the pharmacy.
A/N: this isn’t that good but in my defense I’m scared of pregnant people and don’t know how to write it.
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Mike was stressed. Abby came down with a cold and he didn’t have enough to cover a medical bill so he resorted to over the counter drugs. He couldn’t help but feel terrible as he looked at Abby lying on the couch, breathing heavily, a ziploc bag full of ice and a hand towel wrapped around it on her forehead to try and bring down her feaver. “Okay. Abby, I'll be back in twenty minutes max.” He says as he pulls the sheet he had her using as a blanket over her shoulders and under her neck.
Mike drove the nearest pharmacy as fast as he possibly could without getting pulled over. He opened the door before he even stopped the car.
He was in a hurry really he was he just didn’t know what to buy. And apparently he was mumbling to himself about the fact, because he felt a hand tap him on his shoulder. “Do you need help?” He turns his head and sees you. Abby’s teacher. Or a teacher from Abby’s school, he’s seen you a few times at pick up but never had an excuse to go talk to you. Yea my 10 year old is sick and I don’t know what to get.” He says as he moves out of your way, he looks down and notices the sliver of skin peeking out from underneath your fleece long sleeve. You bend down and rummage through the shelf, pulling out children’s Tylenol and cold and flu medicine. Mike felt a little embarrassed you pulled out the most simple medicine ones he just completely looked over.
You stand back up, turn around and hand him the two boxes. You notice his eyes weren’t on your face so you follow his and notice he’s staring at your belly. “I’m 5 months. Real excited to get this little out of me you know.” You chuckle. Instead of looking at your belly, Mike is looking at your face.
Admiring and trying to engrave every detail into his brain. “I gotta go. But thank you miss.” He says not breaking eye contact.
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Abby’s cold had gone away and Mike sent her to school. And now he was picking her up. Instead of her regular teacher it was you who brought her to him. “It’s nice seeing you again Mr Schmidt.” Mike couldn’t do anything but give you the biggest dopey smile ever. “You look ridiculous.” Abby said letting go of your hand and taking mikes. He furrowed his brows
“New word?” Abby did nothing but smile. “Mr Schmidt?” You call out softly “yea?” The dopey look back on his face “here you go.” You hand him a bright green sticky note and walk away. He watches as you walk away, he looks down at the note ‘Call me ;)’ “what does it say?” Abby says getting on her top toes. He pulls the note to his chest. “I wanna know?!” She whined “it’s grown up stuff.”
He couldn’t wait to call the cute teacher from Abby school.
mick schidmt where they get into an argument over what to do with abby bc she got in trouble or something and mike like yells at her is all like “ur not her mom!” and reader cries and he begs for forgiveness
KILLING ME SOFTLY
Summary: Mike says mean things to you then begs for forgiveness
A/N: I truly believe if Mike made Abby mad enough she would fuck him up 🙆♀️
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It was late at night when Mike got home. You had a long day. First you had got Abby ready and dropped her off at school and cleaned the whole house, went back to your apartment clean and dust a little and for the whole day you had no idea where Mike was. You needed him home and he was gone. Abby had gotten in trouble after school for pulling and scratching another girl. Recently she had been acting out causing trouble with the teachers, throwing food in the cafeteria, and not keeping her hands to herself.
You heard the jingle of keys and the front door open. You moved your head to the side and listened. Mike came into the room not long after, he sat on the bed and the sound of clothes rustling and shoes falling and hitting the ground could be heard.
Then the drawer opens and you take this as your chance. “Mike?”you say softly while sitting up. “What?” He grumbles “I really think you need to talk to Abby. Recently-“ he cuts you off “i'm tired. You talk to her.” You protested “but Mike she needs you to talk to her. I’ve talked to her about hitting and throwing food and talking back so many times. She needs you to be-“
“She needs what?!” He yells “Mike! She’s asleep, be quiet?!” You whisper yell “do you know how bad it’s going to look on paper in front of a judge. We won’t be able to keep her-“ “you aren’t her fucking mom.” He yells as he turns to you.
“Stop acting like you are. She doesn’t have a mom. Our mom died.” He turned back around and muttered under his breath “stop acting like you could take her place.” You couldn’t help but start crying.
Mike didn’t feel bad until he felt you get off the bed and sniffle. “You're right, I'm not her mom. And I sure as hell ain’t your girlfriend anymore. Your fucking crazy if you think I’m going to stay with you.” You hiccup and Mike shoots up and grabs your wrist gently.
“hey, no I didn’t mean-“ you pull your arms away violently and take two steps back while making eye contact. Tears are still streaming down your face. “I’ve been the one to put her to bed, get her dressed, make her lunch and dinner, take her out so she’s not cooped up here.” You say while putting on your jeans from the floor.
“So I’m leaving. Don’t call, or show up to my apartment. I’m fucking done with you.” Mike grabs your shoulder and turns you around and bear hugs you. “I’m sorry, baby I didn’t mean it.” You tried to get out of his grasp but he was a strong man. “Yes you did.”you said while sobbing. “I didn't, I promise. I’m just tired.” He pulls you away close enough so if you tried to run he would hug you again but also far enough so he could look you in the eyes “i'm so tired, and when you're tired you say stupid shit.” A few tears falling down his face after seeing your eyes red, and snot coming out of your nose. He hurt your feelings and he didn’t know how to take it back. “Shhh, my sweet girl. I love you so much. Don’t listen to the mean words I say. I promise you I- we love you. Me and Abby. We both love you so so so much.” He says as he pulls you both down to the floor so he could cradle your shaking body.
Then there was a knock at the door, not even bothering to wait for a reply Abby comes in. You look up and see her. She has a few tears coming down her face and you could tell she heard everything.
You push Mike away and hurry to get up and wipe your face with your shirt. “Abby, Hey sweetheart-“ you say quietly and sniffle “what are-“ you cough “what are you doing up?” You put her head in your midsection and hold her tight. You turn your head to look at Mike but he’s looking straight a head with his hand over his mouth and arm resting on his propped up knee. “I heard you. Please don’t leave, I need you.” You feel so much resentment towards Mike right now, so much that you just want to hit him. You do the same motion Mike did to you. “I’ll come back. But I think right now Mike needs space.” You wipe the tears off and move her hair out of her face. “I’ll come back sweetie I promise.” And with that you kiss her forehead, grab your bag and keys and walk out the door.
Mike and Abby watched as you walked through the living room and disappeared through the door. Then Abby started sobbing. Mike instantly got up to confront her but she started yelling “why would you say that to her?!” She says while wiping her nose with her pj sleeve. Mike hurries and hugs her just like he did with you “Now she's gone…” Mike tries to find comforting words “you heard what she said. She’s going to come back. She wouldn’t lie to you.” The rest of the night the Schmidt’s spent crying
When you got to your apartment you felt empty. Like your heart just got snatched out of your chest and stomped on. You really don’t want to leave but you had to think. And that’s what you did for two days, laying in bed and thinking about what Mike said to you, about all the good times you had spent with him and Abby, you thought mostly of Abby.
On the third day Mike called you but you didn’t answer. You let the call go through then you jump off the bed and grab you flip phone and look for his voice mail
“Baby, could you call me back. I miss you and I’m so sorry. I fucked up. I know I did, I won’t do anything to hurt you or your feelings again. Just- please give us one more chance. If not for me then for Abby. She’s been a mess since you left. And I know you just wanted to do what’s best for her and- I’m sorry I snapped at you, Come home. I love you. Bye.” Then the message stopped
Nothing felt real while you were away. Mike walked around like a zombie. And Abby did nothing but cry. Mike was currently putting Abby to bed when there was a knock at the door. Abby was quick with trying to jump out of her Blankets but Mike stopped her. “Wait here.” He said and he got up and walked out, closing the door behind him.
When he opened the door he saw you. Tears staining your face, puffy eye bags, and wild hair. He cupped your face “oh baby. I’m so happy you came back.” His voice whiny and sad. He pulls you into a hug and backs up into the house. And slams the door shut.
That night he fell asleep on in a fort in the the living room with you on the right off him and Abby between you two
Summary: Mike is forgetful and you both go to work
A/N: I really don’t know where I’m going with this but next chapter will be the last.
Part 3/4
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Mike could do nothing but stare. “Did you follow us home or sumthin?” You say jokingly but slightly serious as you close the door slightly just in case he actually did follow you home.
Mike noticed your precaution and his throat went dry. “No- no I live next door and you were playing loud music I thought you were like a scrawny college student and well I was just wondering if you could turn down the music?” He said all in one breath. So fast you almost didn’t understand him.
“I’ll turn the music down…have a good night Mike.” You say as you close the door. Mike could hear the two locks being turned. He let out a shaky breath and started his short walk back to his house. As he looked at the clock he realized it was time to go. But his usual babysitter was nowhere to be found.
He called her twice And she still didn’t answer. He didn’t want to take Abby to the pizzeria but he didn’t have any other choice.
You on the other hand, yea leaving your kid alone is bad but what other option do you have? You ain’t got no money, especially to pay a babysitter. So you just make sure he’s tucked in and fast asleep. You lock all the windows. And put two not one two planks of wood on the sliding door in the living room. And make sure to lock the door top and bottom on your way out.
as you were walking down your empty driveway , Abby and Mike were also exiting their house. “Hey! It’s matos mom.” You do nothing but smile and you continue walking “hey sugar. What are you two doing this late at night?” “Going to work.” She says happily. You raise your brows “wow you got a job?” “Yup!” She says while showing you the best with big white letters on the front that say security. “Get in the car Abby.” Mike sushers Abby into the back seat.
“Sorry about that.” “No it’s okay.” You say while smiling and waving it off. He nods his head and turns around and opens the door then quickly turns back around“Um-“ he starts “if you don’t mind me asking where are you headed, it’s um real late you know.” “I have a night job.” You start to walk away but he calls to you again “I can give you a ride. I really don’t mind.” You turn around your bag swinging with you. “It’s too dark for a pretty lady like you to be walking around.” He says before he dips inside the car and opens the door from the inside.
“Where do I drop you off?” “The pizza place on Claiborne ave-“ “Mato says you color with him, when I come over can you color with us?” Mike was about to tell her not to cut people off but before he could you spoke up “of course sugar, I love coloring, one my favorite things to do.” Mike looks over to you and You smile.
The rest of the car ride was in a comfortable silence, Mike couldn’t help but worry about how you would get home. So when he dropped you off he had to ask “what time do you get off?” You look over to him while opening the door, The car lights Turning on. “Why do you wanna know?” His face flushes a little, god you look so pretty the car light shining down on you makes you look like a model. “So I could um pick you up. Again it’s dark, you know it’s not safe.” You could hear Abby giggling in the backseat.
“Around 2 I’ll see you then mister.” you got out of the car and shut the door. Looking Into the back from the outside and waving at a smiling abby. As you walk away Mike can't help but stare. He watches as you open the door and wave at a customer.
’’Well, are you going to start driving or what?” Mike looks back at Abby through the rearview mirror and starts the car. But one thing Mike didn’t take into consideration was that his shift ends In the morning. Not at 2, and he couldn’t just leave the pizzaria. So he called over but no one answered. He tried two more times and still no answer.
Later that morning he drove by there and went inside. He went up to the cashier “is um…” he trailed off. He realized he didn’t even know your name. “There was a girl here she was wearing jeans but the calf kinda goes out and a black long sleeve with the extra space on the neck.” The girl working next to the cashier spoke up. “Her shift ends at two in the morning.” She said with an attitude “prick.” She muttered as she walked off toward the back.
“Sorry man it's just we’re tight knit around here. And you said you would pick her up but here you are 6 o’clock in the morning asking for her…” he looks down nervously “if you weren’t going to pick her why offer you know.” He looks behind Mike “ I got people to cash out man, you gotta go.”
Mike could do nothing but walk out defeated. And Abby noticed. “She’s not here?” Abby asked softly. “No, she left last night.” Mike sighed as he started the car.
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You never really expected Mike to come back and pick you up. You always planned on walking home so when he didn’t show up you weren’t hurt or anything. You knew he had his priorities and so did you. Getting home to Mato as soon as possible what’s your priority at that time. So it was no wonder you missed the three missed calls.
When you got home you put your bags on the table and checked on Mato, and checked the windows and door again, because well you're a young woman with a 10 year old and just walked home in the dark. Literally anything could happen. And when all was well you went to bed.
You weren’t expecting to be woken up but a knock at your door. It was a Saturday and usually you and mato don’t wake up till 10. You groaned as you got out of bed and put on a sweater.
When you opened the door no one was there? Then you looked down. And there she was with a sad look on her face and flowers picked from Mrs.Gordon’s garden. “Mike said he’s sorry.” She says as she lifts the flowers towards you. You can’t help but smile. You hear a noise come from inside and turn back to look. Then another noise from outside makes you turn back around “Abby! Hey get back inside?!” Mike says while running over. Abby quickly puts the flowers in your hands and runs inside as soon as Mike gets to your porch.
Mike does all but look at you. “It’s okay, you know. When my shift ended I was already halfway down the block.” You say while looking at the flowers. “Your priority is her and making sure you got money to care for her. And at the time my priority was getting home as fast as I could. I didn’t have time to wait for you…so don’t feel bad.” You say trying to make him feel better but you have a feeling it didn’t work.
“I’m so-“ he lets out a shaky breath. “So sorry. I really was planning on getting you but I didn’t take into consideration that my shift ends in the morning.” He looks at you with these big sad puppy dog eyes, and you do nothing but smile. “Go get Abby, I'll make breakfast for all of us.” You leave no room for talk back when you grab his shoulder and turn him around, shoving him gently in the direction of his house.
Summary: you love him but just can’t do this anymore.
A/N: I LOVE ANGST and have bad grammar
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You’ve been very lonely. Despite being Abby’s full time babysitter, and having a “boyfriend”. But lately he’s been mean. There’s no other way to put it, he’s been mean and ugly towards you. Ignoring you when he comes home, only talking to you when it comes to Abby, shoving you off of him when you try to show affection, and on the occasion saying pretty nasty things to you.
And you’ve had just about enough. You didn’t want to break up with him. you’d lose him and the little girl you’ve come to love. So you would talk to him, express your feelings and try to make him understand that what he’s doing is hurting you.
Later that night you made Abby dinner, put her to bed and waited on the couch. Mike usually came home around 12-1 way after Abby and you were asleep. But you needed to talk to him so you stayed up and waited.
You heard the jingle of keys and the sound of the lock Turning and stood up. Waiting with an unsure look on your face. As soon as Mike stepped inside and looked at you you could tell this want going to be an easy conversation
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“I don’t have time for this right now.” Mike said as he looked through his drawers. “Well Abbs is already asleep and I made dinner so I think we do have time.” You said carefully and quietly. “Well I don’t have time for whatever you got going on. I’m tired.”
There was a long pause “you mean you don’t have time for me.” “Yes.” Then he stopped realizing what he just agreed to. While he stopped you started moving. To the closet pulling out your duffel bag and then to the kitchen to get a trash bag. “Wait- I don’t mean that.” You ignored him, so he grabbed your wrist to try and stop you from moving but you pulled away. Mike was a strong man meaning His grip was also strong. Leaving your wrist throbbing but you ignored it.
Throwing all the stuff you had In The drawers in the duffel bag, trying to be quiet but ultimately failing. “What are you doing?” You didn’t answer him. You were being neglected, you have been taking care of his sister, basically being his house wife and what do you get for it? Nothing. “Stop.” He tried to block you from leaving the room but you slipped out under his arm. He grabbed your arm again and held it tight this time forcing you to turn around. He grabbed your hand and put it to his chest. “Please. Don’t leave. I love you. I didn’t mean what I said just now.” He said tears starting to well in his eyes.
He knows what you're about to do. He just hopes he can stop it. “But you meant every other thing didn’t you? You don’t love me, you just want a maid and a babysitter.” Tears are already flowing down your face. “No baby- I mean it I love you. I promise you I do.” He said while cupping your face in his hand. “Please if you stay,” he starts getting down on his knees “I’ll be better- I promise.” He says choking up on his own spit. “Please,” he grabs both your hands and puts them together in front of his mouth to kiss them, making your purse fall off your shoulder.
He looks at your face and you close your eyes realizing that nothing will change. He’ll always be the same way. Tears roll down your face. Mikes realized what he's done and that there’s no going back. “No baby please-“ he starts kissing up your arm heading towards your face. “Don’t leave me- us.” He takes a deep breath. “Don’t leave us please. Think about Abby. I’m not the only one you're hurting.”
This whole time he never gave you a chance to talk. You didn’t even want to say anything, just wanting to leave but the thought of him trying to use Abby against you made your blood boil. “What about me?! What about all the time I tried to be a good girlfriend to you and you just shoved me away?! Literally shoved me away? Are you fucking insane!” You yell forgetting about the fact Abby was sleeping. You snatch your hands away from him. “Fuck you!” You say as you push his head back making him land on his ass.
You try not to start sobbing or think about Abby as you head to the door. But you just couldn’t help yourself. Mike noticed your hesitation when you hand touched the door knob. “I love you. There’s nothing more I can say. But baby please believe me when I tell you that I genuinely love you.” You don’t say anything and swing the door open and turned back to him “lose my number.”
As soon as the door closed Mike straight started sobbing, placing his hands directly over his face. He sat there for a few seconds till the sound of a door slamming open made him turn around his hands sliding down his face.
It was Abby,her nose and eyes red. Tears streamed down her face. “What did you do?!” She yelled at him “what did you do?!” He got to his feet and tried to talk but his voice would come out. She ran towards him and started hitting his legs and midsection. “What did you do?” She said slightly quieter focusing her energy into making her brother hurt. He could do nothing but turn her around and hold her tight, sit down and try to comfort her as she kept repeating herself.
Eventually lulling her to sleep. He placed her down on her bed and slid down to the floor beside her. Just sitting there wishing he could go back in time
"because i dont have time to deal with you and your shit right now-" the second the words leave his mouth in an angry shout, his face instantly falls. oh fuck.
you're sat on the side of the bed, silent, just looking at him with tears in your eyes, face falling so quickly. you know he's tired, you know he's had a long week but all you wanted to do was just talk to your boyfriend. and he's watches as you stand up from the bed, he's instantly walking over to you, trying go grab your wrist, "baby. baby. baby please i didn't mean it-" but you just pull your wrist away from him, and continue walking through his house, sniffling as you did. he is hot on your trail, trying to grab your wrist gently, trying to stop you. but you're grabbing your jacket and keys from the dining room table, going to the front door, "baby please. baby" he knows he's messed up. maybe this time for good. "please" there's a slight hesitation in your steps but you open the front door, and you're gone, quickly getting in your car and pulling out of mike's driveway as quick as possible, sobbing at your steering wheel. mike walks back from the drive way and back into the house. he shuts the front door, and stands by it, covering his face with his hand and sighing. and abby's watching from her bedroom door which is open enough to see everything but closed enough to hide her from mike seeing her.
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