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Saw Superman last week and loved it. I kept thinking, “this is the closest we’ll ever get to seeing Luke and Mara onscreen,” especially during this scene in particular.
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Can you pls make one where House has gone deaf and he refuses to get hearing aids, but his wife gets him one?
>>>The Sound of You <<<
Summery: House can handle pain. He can handle misery. What he can’t handle is a world where he can no longer hear his wife laugh.
Pairing: Gregory House x f!reader
Genre: Angst with Happy Ending / Established Relationship / Domestic /Emotional Hurt Comfort / Married House
The first week after House lost his hearing, he treated it like a challenge.
The second week, he treated it like a war.
By the third, everyone else was exhausted.
“HE CAN READ LIPS,” Wilson whispered loudly to Foreman in the diagnostics office.
House, sitting across the room with a tennis ball and a deeply offended expression, pointed without looking up.
“I can still tell when you’re gossiping, you giant blond giraffe.”
Wilson blinked. “See? He’s fine.”
He wasn’t.
Y/N knew it before anyone else did.
Because she saw the moments nobody else did.
The way House froze whenever someone spoke from behind him.
How he stopped playing piano because he couldn’t hear the notes correctly anymore.
How he snapped harder than usual when conversations became exhausting tangles of half-read lips and guessing games.
And at night—
God.
At night hurt the most.
House used to fall asleep to her voice.
Even if he pretended otherwise.
She used to read beside him in bed, rambling about stupid articles or hospital drama while he muttered sarcastic replies into the pillow.
Now the room sat in silence.
Heavy silence.
The kind that made grief feel physical.
“You should try the hearing aids,” she signed slowly one evening.
House scoffed from the couch.
“I’d rather eat glass.”
“You can’t ignore this forever.”
“Yes, I can. I ignored my father for eighteen years.”
She sighed.
He was still beautiful when he was miserable.
That was the problem.
Grey sweatpants. Old Princeton-Plainsboro shirt. Cane abandoned beside the couch because he was too irritated to bother with it. Blue eyes fixed stubbornly on the TV he couldn’t properly hear.
He looked angry at the entire universe for betraying him.
Again.
“I don’t need them,” he muttered.
Y/N walked closer.
“You missed three pages calling your name today.”
“I was concentrating.”
“You walked into a glass door yesterday.”
“The door moved.”
“Greg.”
“I hate when you use my government name.”
Her chest tightened.
Because underneath the sarcasm—
He was scared.
Terrified, actually.
Not hearing people meant losing control.
And House without control was like watching a storm trapped inside a glass bottle.
He looked away from her.
“You know what happens when people see hearing aids?” he said quietly. “They start talking slower. Louder. Like you’re stupid.”
Y/N’s expression softened immediately.
“Oh.”
That was it.
Not pride.
Not stubbornness.
Fear.
House had spent his whole life being the smartest person in every room. Losing his hearing felt like losing the weapon he survived with.
She sat beside him carefully.
“You know what I see?”
He rolled his eyes.
“A middle-aged addict with emotional problems?”
“I see my husband,” she signed gently. “Who still scares surgeons into crying.”
That made the corner of his mouth twitch.
“A beautiful man who still solves impossible cases.”
“Debatable.”
“A jerk,” she added.
“True.”
“And someone I love very much.”
His eyes flickered.
House looked at her then.
Really looked at her.
And for one horrible second she saw how tired he was.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
Like fighting the world every second of every day had finally become too much.
“I can’t hear you laugh anymore,” he admitted roughly.
The sentence shattered her.
Because House almost never admitted pain out loud.
Not this kind.
She reached for his hand immediately.
“You will again.”
He shook his head.
“And if they don’t work?”
“Then we figure something else out.”
“And if people pity me?”
“I’ll hit them with your cane.”
That actually made him laugh silently.
She felt tears burn behind her eyes because she couldn’t hear it properly either.
Just broken air.
Not his real laugh.
God.
She missed his laugh.
The next morning, House woke up alone.
Which was suspicious.
Very suspicious.
He limped into the kitchen squinting.
Y/N stood beside the table holding a tiny white box.
House stopped immediately.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“You haven’t even looked at them.”
“I’m looking right now. I hate them.”
She walked over slowly.
“They’re barely visible.”
“They’re tiny instruments of humiliation.”
“They’re hearing aids.”
“Same thing.”
Y/N cupped his face before he could retreat.
And suddenly House looked less argumentative.
Because his wife touching him always short-circuited his ability to function like a normal human being.
“You don’t have to wear them forever,” she signed softly. “Just try.”
House stared at her for a long moment.
Then at the box.
Then back at her.
“…You already bought them?”
“You think I’d survive this marriage without making reckless financial decisions?”
Another tiny twitch of his mouth.
God, she loved those tiny almost-smiles.
Finally—
With the suffering expression of a man being marched to execution—
House took the hearing aids.
“You’re evil.”
“You married me.”
“That was clearly a cry for help.”
She helped him put them in.
His hands trembled slightly.
That scared her more than anything.
Because Gregory House never trembled.
The room stayed quiet for a second.
Then—
House suddenly inhaled sharply.
His eyes widened.
The refrigerator humming.
The clock ticking.
Rain against the windows.
Small stupid sounds most people ignored.
He looked overwhelmed by all of it.
Then—
Y/N spoke carefully.
“Hi.”
House froze.
His eyes snapped to hers so fast it almost hurt.
Because he heard it.
Actually heard it.
Not muffled.
Not guessed.
Her voice.
His throat moved once.
Again.
And then House did something that almost never happened.
He cried.
Silently.
Completely devastated by it.
Y/N immediately wrapped her arms around him as he buried his face against her neck.
“I hate this,” he whispered shakily.
“I know.”
“I really hate this.”
“I know.”
But he held onto her tighter anyway.
And later that day, when Wilson walked into diagnostics and nearly screamed seeing the hearing aids—
House glared at him.
“One comment and I’m unplugging your life support.”
Wilson grinned.
“You can hear me again?”
House looked toward the hallway where Y/N stood watching nervously.
Then back at Wilson.
A softer expression flickered across his face for half a second.
“…Yeah,” he muttered quietly. “My wife’s annoying again.”
Synopsis: After your best friend's beloved horse gets killed, you are there to give him comfort.
Warning: This character and GIF are from the 1975 movie 'Sarah T. -Portrait of a Teenage Alcoholic'. It would be better if you have seen this movie before, because the plot structure is heavily reliant on the movie and its characters, but it's not necessary at all.
Your life has changed drastically over the last few weeks, not just because you've entered your senior year and need to start thinking about college, but also because of the new sophomore who started school here and currently has all of your best friend's attention, Sarah Travis. The fifteen-year-old can't be blamed; of course, she was just the new kid, and you were more than happy and proud of Ken for taking the role of giving her a warm welcome and showing her around, but you didn't expect him to give all of his attention to her. Maybe there was a bit of jealousy involved; you harbored feelings for Ken since your first meeting when you were seven, but you would rather dig yourself your own grave than tell that to him and ruin your only real friendship, but there have been a few moments lately where you could catch him staring at you for a moment too long or him constantly grabbing and holding your hand, so, he had you confused. You know there was also concern; you heard rumours around school that Sarah loves to drink, even bringing the drinks to school! Obviously, you haven't asked Ken about that; you understood that some things are meant to be kept between Ken and Sarah, and no matter the concern for him, he was his own person; a grown 17-year-old can take care of himself. All of this Sarah stuff will probably be over in a few weeks, and the two of you can start hanging out again.
It has been a few weeks now, and you feel like things have gotten worse. Ken hasn't talked to you at all, still having his mind circle around Sarah, but now you struggle to even defend the girl. You yourself saw her drinking vodka at one of the class parties. Your mom has also been on your case about your lowering grades but you couldn't focus on academics, you were just feeling too lonely to have motivation for anything, your dad did notice it though and he has been asking why you don't take a walk with Ken, you told him that he's busy studying so he could get into that veteranian school he always wanyed to go to, you would feel humiliated if you told him that you felt sutpid for asking Ken to hang out more than once, you weren't some needy and obsessed girl who acted like Ken was hers and hers alone! Still, you missed your best friend, his smell, his soft eyes and hair, and the way he would take your hand and hold it.
One morning at school, you were walking towards the cafeteria when you saw Ken walking with Sarah. Anger immediately popped into your head, but you decided to engage in this situation with calmness. "Ken!" You called for him while slightly speeding up your walk. Ken turned around. "Oh, hey yn, something wrong?" He asked, being the dear friend he is. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Sarah looking at you with a dark look. You swore you could see a tinge of jealousy, but she also looked drunk? Oh my God, no way that girl came to school while filled with booze!
"I uhm, yeah, there is. Can we talk?" You glance at Sarah. "Alone?" Ken nodded. "Of course." he looked at Sarah and followed you to a secluded part of the schoolyard. "What is it?" He cooked his head to the side a bit; you let out a big sigh. "We haven't really been talking lately." She said. Ken nodded and chuckled. "Well, final exams tend to do that to friendships." He said casually; you felt your face get red with anger. Is this what he was blaming this on, final exams? And friendship? Is that what they are? Friends? Well, you knew that you guys weren't in a relationship, but it definitely was something more than a friendship! .... Right...? Suddenly, your face went from anger to embarrassment. Was all of this in your head? Does he truly see you as nothing less than a childhood friend?
"Listen yn, I'm sorry, but Sarah needs me; she's in a vulnerable state right now." You felt anger all over again. "Vulnerable state? Is that what you call getting yourself drunk so you will forget all of your troubles?! I mean, what are her troubles even?! She has too much money?!" You exploded; you didn't believe any of these things, truly, but you were too emotional to care right now. "Yn!" Ken yelled, "You can't say that! Have some understanding for her; we don't know what she's going through right now." He said, crossing his arms. You don't know what possessed you to say what you said next; maybe a part of you finally admitted that you did feel jealous, that you are in love with your best friend. "Oh, but you're going to find out, huh?! What, does her mouth speak another language when it's kissing yours?!" You turned around and started to run towards the school bathroom; you couldn't let Ken see you like this. "YN WAIT!" He heard him calling for you; he was about to run too, but Sarah took his arm. "Come on, she's fine, it's probably just her period." She kissed Ken's cheek and dragged him forward. Ken glanced one more time at the school doors before letting Sarah pull him forward.
You didn't really go out after that, even school, you managed to convince your mom that you were sick and the doctor too somehow, so you got a week but the week was over and it was time for you to go back to that world you dreaded going back to. You got out of bed as slowly as possible, picking out your favorite sweater to at least feel a bit of comfort, it was a pink one with a flower design at the collar, your dad got it for you for your sixteenth birthday last year. Going to the bathroom you brushed out and styled your hair, not having much energy for makeup you just put on some chapstick and called it a day.
The day went surprisingly normal, you and Ken didn't have any periods together and you didn't see him in the hallways, so it was a great day for you. As you left the school you saw Sarah walking out of the principal's office with whom it looked like her mother, you saw the dark circles under her eyes and couldn't help but feel sympathetic, you were thinking about talking to her, giving her comfort, but after you remembered what she said about you that day, you decided against it, you were having a good day, you really can't bear to ruin it now. Even as you got home all you could think about was Ken, you have been thinking about him throughout the week, you felt terrible, you shouldn't have lashed out like that, you knew that was unlike you, Sarah is still new and younger than you, her parents are divorced and her mom strict, you should have had more sympathy.
Those thoughts plauged your mind as you ate dinner and tried to do your homework, you needed to go see Ken and apoligize to him or you won't be able to do anything the entire day. You got dressed and qietly opened your window before sneaking out.
Your first destination was his house, you parked your bike on the side of the house where the window of his bedroom was, but you immidietly noticed that he wasn't there, the room didn't have any lights on and it was a dark 7pm, you then realised that he was probably at his stable, taking care of his dear horse Daisy. Grabbing your bike and getting back on the street the next stop was his stable, it was old and run down but his. It was very dear to you too, it was often your hang out spot, at this stable you learned how to ride a horse, the horse being Daisy and Ken sitting right behind you, this was also the place where you and Ken did your homework on perticulary hot days. Ken was moving the hay around, finishing it up and about to call it a night, he walked out, seeing you. "Oh, yn" he was surpised, you gave him a slight smile "Hi, you uh, you weren't home so I thought you might be here." He slowly nodded, an uncomfortable tension between you.
"Listen, about-" You couldn't even finish when the two of you heard footsteps, looking out at Daisy you noticed Sarah, you couldn't control the urge and you rolled your eyes, must she always come at the most vulnerable moments? "Sarah?" You heard Ken's soft voice call for her, she was holding an empty bottle of tequila, before either of you can process it she was up on Daisy and riding it the street. "Sarah! Sarah wait!" Ken rushed for her, without thinking grabbing your bike and going in the street following her. "Ken!" You yelled, runing towards him. Of course you couldn't keep up with them but after a few moments you saw a car, rushing into Sarah and Daisy, Ken immidietly jumped off of your bike and rushed towards the scene, after a few minutes the police arrived.
'"Sorry son, she didn't make it." The officer said after feeling for the horse's pulse, you immidietly look at Ken, not taking a step forward, knowing him long enough to know that he needed some time to process the information, he sune started to cry, Sarah waas crying too, she took a step forward "Ken I'm so sorry." She said, her lips trembling, Ken started walking away from her, not even looking at her. You quietly walked alongside him, looking back once at Sarah, unable to hold back the presumably dirty look you gave her.
After a few minutes of you and Ken walking in circles, you patiently waited for him to calm down a bit, you carefully rubbed his back. "Let me walk you home, hm?" He nodded, sniffling and hiccuping "Shouldn't the guy walk the girl home? Not the other way around?" You gave him a soft smile "Well then, you'renwalking me to your home." He nodded a bit. Afternanfew minutes you guys reached your bike, which you decided to leave in his stable and to grab tomorrow morning, you had something more important to worry about right now.
After doing so, you turned around to see Ken still crying. You walked towards him, gently taking his hand and pushing his hair to the side. "It's okay, let it out." You kissed a tear from his cheek; he blushed. He cried harder; you held him on your shoulder. "How about we sit down for a moment?" He nodded, and the two of you sat down on a log. You let him lean his head against your chest. You gently brushed your fingers through his hair, whispering sweet things to him.
Eventually, you got him home and went home yourself. Sneaking back in and changed into your pajamas. You struggled to sleep, only really able to think about Ken. You then decided to do something nice for him tomorrow morning; he deserved it. With a happier thought of his surprised face to your present, you managed to fall asleep a lot easier. The next morning, it was a Saturday, and you woke up early, rushing into the kitchen and starting the oven. After an hour, you had a hot batch of chocolate chip cookies. You packed a few into a container, writing 'Ken' on it with a drawn heart before getting in your car. You assumed he was at his stable; it was his sacred place, especially if he was feeling sad, but not today; his memories were probably too strong. Instead, you packed your bike into your car and started to drive towards his home, grabbing thecontainer andd ringing the doorbell.
His mother answered, "Oh, yes!" She smiled, immediately hugging you. "Hello, miss--" She interrupted you. "I do hope you're here for Kenny? Oh my poor boy, he hasn't gotten up yet! He hasn't taken Daisy's sudden death well; that girl was 11, I'm surprised she made it this far." You nodded, realising that Ken hasn't told his mother the actual cause of Daisy's death. His mother led you inside; even though you knew the place with your heart, you let her, not complaining. Inside his room, you could see a lot of things that made up his personality: a lot of movie posters from magazines and a few photos of animals hanging, but that didn't concern you right now; rather, it was the tuft of hair that peeked from under the covers. "Ken? It's me, yn, I brought you something." You slowly walked towards him like he was a wild animal. He put his covers down, revealing his messy hair and tired face. You felt your heart clench. "Yn?" He weakly asked; you nodded, "yeah." He sat up, revealing his sleep shirt. You sat on his bed, giving him the container. He was confused, but when he opened it,t his face immediately softened. "Yn... You shouldn't have." You shook your h. "Nuh uh, shut your pretty mouth up and eat with it instead." He softly smiled and did so. He moaned, "sooo good."You blushed from the praise. "You like them?" You nervously asked, "Like 'em? I love 'em!" He said, taking another bite. You smiled.
You waited for him to finish eating before turning towards him. "So, I was thinking of taking my Saturday morning walk, but I thought that maybe you should join me today?" You smiled at him; his eyes widened. "Today?" You nodded. He was still surprised, "but I'm a mess! I mean, look at my hair!" He said, you scoffed, "What are you talking about? It's adorable!" You messed up his hair, which made him blush, which in turn made you blush too. "... Fine..." You smirked, pulling him up. Come on, pretty boy, let's turn that frown upside down!"
Sitting down in the living room, drinking the tea his mom put in your hands without question, you waited for Ken to get ready.
Now the two of you were sitting on the bench in your favorite park. You listened to him complain about Sarah needing to get it out of his system. You didn't judge him. You didn't give him advice; you just listened, because that's what he needs right now. Afterwards, you made a joke, which caused him to make one in return. The two of you were cackling on a bench in a park on a Saturday morning, looking like crazy people you suspected. Ken and you calmed down after a bit. He turned towards you. "Thank you," he said. You shrugged, looking down, feeling your heart flutter. Ah,h it's nothin'; we just walked to the park." He shook his head. "No, thank you for everything. Without you, I would still be thinking about Sarah, thinking everything was my fault. At first I thought I was the one who got her addicted, but after that fight with you in school... I know now that she started way before I ever came into her life." You nodded and smiled at him. You took his hand. "But no more Sarah talk, okay? It's over." he nodded. I'm sorry for ignoring you like that. I was too caught up in Sarah; I forgot to pay attention to my favorite person." You blushed, deep red; he definitely noticed.
You were looking down before he lifted your chin with his finger. "Do you forgive me?" You nodded. Of course." The two of you continued to stare into each other's eyes, his hand still on your chin. The air around you changed; it was thicker, the time was moving slower, seconds feeling like days. Suddenly, Ken broke the tension with one question.
"May I kiss you?" You were surprised, but your body answered for you, nodding. Before you knew it, the two of you were kissing, his soft mouth on yours. It wasn't sexual or hard; it was soft, passionate, made up of years of hidden and suppressed love; it was the best moment in your life.
And, if he lets you, you will kiss him like this for the rest of his life.
pairing: michael jackson x janets!best!friend!reader
summary: after y/n and janet reunite, janet notices michael’s sudden shy demeanour and decides her and the other brothers need to act.
masterlist 🤎 part one
everyone drifted upstairs to get settled for the night, their conversations kept between each other as they walked down the hallway.
y/n followed behind janet with a small overnight bag she’d borrowed hanging from her shoulder.
“i really appreciate you lettin’ me stay,” she smiled, adjusting the strap, “i hope i’m not causin’ too much trouble,”
“girl, you’ve said that fifteen times,”
“sorry,”
“stop apologisin’,”
“…sorry,”
janet rolled her eyes, unable to keep herself from smiling.
before she could lead y/n any further down the hallway, another figure rounded the corner. randy. perfect, just like they’d planned.
he straightened up almost immediately when he spotted the girls, clearing his throat as if he’d been sent on official business to deliver a message.
“uh, y/n?”
the girl stopped walking, looking to him.
“small problem,” he said, shifting on the balls of his feet as y/n raised a brow, confused.
“what happened?”
“well,” randy scratched the back of his neck, avoiding y/n’s eyes, “all the guest rooms are taken,”
“they are?” y/n said, confusion lacing her tone. she’d seen the front of their house, surely there was one spare room.
“yep,”
“you’re sure?”
randy nodded as y/n looked down the hallway, confusion still on her face.
“i didn’t think there were that many people stayin’,” she said, more to herself than anything as randy nodded, far too enthusiastically.
“well maybe you could share with mi-,”
before y/n had the chance to question it any further, another bedroom door clicked open.
michael stepped out, shutting it carefully behind him, a book tucked beneath one arm.
“what’s goin’ on?” his eyes flickered between the two girls and then randy.
“rooms are full,” randy said, his voice a little thick as he avoided his brother’s gaze.
“what?”
“the guest rooms,”
“no they aren’t,” michael frowned, looking down the hallway, and then back at his brother.
“yes they are,”
michael looked genuinely puzzled now.
he glanced down the hallway, almost as thought he was trying to picture every bedroom in his head.
“jackie has one,” michael counted on his fingers, “so does tito and marlon…and jan, rebbie, toya, you and mother and joseph…there’s still four left,”
randy winced, looking at janet (who was busy looking at the ceiling). y/n looked more consumed than ever.
“they’re…being cleaned,” randy said, his voice a little more high pitched.
“at…night?” michael blinked, unable to hide the skepticism in hid voice.
“yeah,”
“…who’s cleanin’ them?”
randy paused, opening his both, before he closed it again, mulling the question over in his head.
“people,” he said, his voice hardly believable anymore.
“what people?” michael tilted his head, his face still the picture of confusion.
from somewhere behind them, marlon suddenly coughed loudly into his fist.
it sounded suspiciously like he was trying not to laugh.
jackie wasn't doing much better, having turned completely away from the conversation, one hand covering his mouth.
even katherine, who had just stepped into the hallway carrying folded towels, paused for a brief second, lowering her head so nobody could see the smile threatening to appear.
only michael remained completely oblivious.
“when did mother hire cleaners?”
“uh…today,” randy said, still avoiding his older brother’s gaze.
“today?” michael repeated, his voice starting to fill in with some suspicion.
“mhm,”
“why?”
“the rooms needing cleanin’,”
“they were cleaned yesterday,”
“they got dirty again,” randy said, looking desperately to janet for help, who avoided his gaze still.
“how?”
“people,”
“what people?”
“the people that were cleanin’,”
michael’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion, pausing for a few seconds.
“the people that were cleanin’…made the rooms dirty,” he repeated, almost savouring the words in confusion.
“accidents happen,”
“well, i’ll go see if they’re nearly finished,” michael shrugged.
before any of them could stop him, he was down the hallway, opening the door to one of the rooms.
the room was spotless, bed made, the curtains open, and completely empty.
“this one’s empty,” he said, looking to y/n, “you can have this one,”
y/n just nodded, still utterly confused as she mumbled a small ‘thank you’, and michael gave the brothers one last look of confusion, muttering something about ‘crazy people’.
as soon as his door clicked shut, janet huffed.
“randy!”
“what was i supposed to say?!” he whisper-yelled back to her as she marched towards her own room.
“you lasted thirty damn seconds!”
“he started counting bedrooms! bedrooms, jan! who the hell counts bedrooms!?”
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y/n and michael were in the garden after breakfast, where it was quiet and serene.
she was sat at the edge of the fountain, fingers tracing light patterns into the stone.
michael stood nearby, hands loosely in his pockets and occasionally looking at her before his gaze would be pulled away to a bee buzzing away or a squirrel on a tree.
it wasn’t awkward, just careful.
from the back door, marlon watched. janet had given him the plan - give michael a flower to give to y/n.
he walked round the edge of the garden, careful to make sure y/n didn’t hear him as he examined the roses in the nearby flower bed.
marlon tiptoed past the fountain, careful to make sure he wasn’t spotted as he picked up a small acorn, turning it over in his hand before he flung it at his brother.
michael jolted, his head snapping back as he spotted his brother crouched down comically behind the fountain, a flower in his hand, shushing him desperately.
he crept forward as michael blinked in confusion, the rose pressed into his hand.
“what’s that?” he whispered, looking at the pretty flower in his hand.
marlon rushed back behind one of the large flower pots, gesturing to michael.
small, frantic movements - pointing to michael, then to y/n, then to the rose. his movements were way too exaggerated, poor michael just staring at him in bewilderment.
he looked down at the rose, then to y/n again, who hadn’t noticed marlon or the rose at all.
then, he tapped her on the shoulder.
“marlon wanted me to give this to you,” he said, gently passing the rose to y/n as she carefully took the rose.
marlon blinked once. then he blinked again.
there was no way michael had just said the rose was from marlon.
he was hopeless.
“what happened?” janet said, her hands on her hips as marlon crept back inside, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“i gave him the damn flower and he said it was from me!”
janet blinked.
“oh for goodness’ sake-,” she said, sighing deeply, “i guess we need to call in reinforcements,”
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“alright, move,” jackie said, waving a dismissive hand towards his younger brothers.
“move?” randy echoed him, confused.
“the grown-ups are handlin’ this now,”
marlon looked personally offended at the suggestion that he wasn’t one.
“grown-ups?”
“me and tito,”
tito nodded once, folding his arms over his chest.
“y’all had your chance,” he said, “and it didn’t go very well,” he gave randy a stern look.
“and what exactly are you gonna do?” janet said, eyeing them all suspiciously as jackie and tito exchanged a look.
“a proper dinner,”
there was silence for a few seconds, before marlon spoke.
“that’s it?”
the entire afternoon was spent prepping the dining room for the dinner.
katherine had been persuaded into cooking one of mikey’s favourite meals, though she had never quite figured out why only two plates had been set up.
jackie insisted on using the small dining room, tito had been to three different shops to find candles, though janet wasn’t entirely sure they were necessary.
the other two sisters had done wise in keeping out of it.
just before dinner was ready, tito found michael wandering through the hallway, a book tucked under his arm.
“mike,” he said, stopping his little brother.
“hm?”
“need you in the dining room,” tito said, like he was announcing something important.
“why?”
“special dinner,”
michael nodded simply, not asking questions.
“okay,”
“don’t ask questions,”
“i wasn’t gonna,”
at almost the same time, janet appeared outside y/n’s room.
she knocked twice before poking her head round the door.
“dinner’s ready,”
“already?”
“mhm,”
“everyone’s downstairs?”
“kind of. just come downstairs,” janet waved a hand vaguely.
the dining room looked.. different.
the curtains had been drawn, candles flickered softly across the middle of the table, only two places had been set.
y/n stopped in the doorway.
before she could say anything, michael walked in through the opposite door.
he stopped too.
his eyes slowly travelled around the room, then to the table, then to y/n.
"…where is everybody?" he blinked, confusion in his voice once more.
“okay,” he said, accepting that answer immediately.
he walked over and pulled out a chair for her without a second thought.
“thank you,” y/n said, smoothing down her skirt and taking her seat as michael murmured a small “you’re welcome”.
every other jackson was crammed into the kitchen.
jackie and tito stood nearest to the doorway, janet trying to peak round them, randy and marlon knelt down on the floor.
“have y’all lost your minds?” katherine stared at all her children crammed round the door.
“mother, shush! leave us be,” marlon said, crouched down.
“…in my own damn kitchen,”
back in the dining room, michael looked round again, spotting jackie’s favourite plate left on the counter.
“jackie forgot his plate,” he said.
y/n looked over, nodding as she swallowed her mouthful. they’d been having a great conversation before, all about michael’s favourite animals, littered with random facts.
“i’ll go give it to him,” he said, standing up as he twisted the knob of the kitchen door.
the door burst open, five jacksons scattering in every direction.
jackie nearly dropped a bread roll, randy tripped over a chair, tito hit his head, and janet slapped a hand over her face.
“what are y’all doin’?” he blinked, as silence fell over them.
everybody looked at everybody else, until finally, tito spoke, smiling for too widely.
“family meeting,” he said.
“in the kitchen?”
“yep,” jackie said, catching on to tito’s words.
“during dinner?”
“yep,” marlon nodded along too.
“okay,” michael said, looking to the plate in his hand, “y’all forgot your food,”
“i’ll set the table,” y/n said, pushing her plate back as she helped lay out the other plates, and michael brought the pot of food in too.
so much for a date.
janet just groaned internally. there was no way they were this damn oblivious.
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by the third failed plan, katherine had seen enough.
she’d watched randy lie about bedrooms, marlon’s failed flower plan, jackie and tito somehow mess up a perfectly normal dinner.
and through all of it, the two people they were trying to help still seemed as oblivious as ever.
“alright,” she said, hands on her hips, as all heads turned to her.
“mama-,”
“no,” she said, her voice not angry, just final.
“leave those two alone,” she said, as the room fell quiet.
“but-,”
“janet,”
the girl sighed dramatically, mumbling a small “yes mama” as katherine looked between them all.
“love don’t need all y’all pushin’ it,”
late that afternoon, katherine found y/n in the living room, a book in hand.
“darlin’?”
“yes, mrs jackson?”
“would you mind doin’ me a favour?”
y/n nodded, as katherine smiled warmly as her eagerness to help.
“there’s a little gazebo at the back of the garden,” katherine smiled, “and i left my knitting basket there this mornin’,”
“i’ll go get it,” y/n said.
“thank you sweetheart,”
a few minutes later, katherine found michael in the music room, quietly turning pages of his notebook.
“mikey, dear,” she said.
“yes, mother?”
“i’ve left my knitting basket in the gazebo, would you be a dear and get it for me?”
michael closed his notebook without question.
“i’ll go get it,”
y/n looked round the small gazebo - the basket was nowhere in sight, not under the clothes or near her flower pots.
“that’s strange,” she muttered under her breath, her gaze drawn to the entrance of the gazebo at the sound of footsteps.
michael.
“mother sent you to find the knitting basket too?” he blinked, watching as she nodded, a confused frown on her face.
there was silence for a second as they both blinked, and then they understood.
“of course,” y/n finally said, realising why they had both been sent to look for it, michael realising a few seconds after her.
y/n just laughed, sitting down on the edge of tone of the benches.
it was obvious there was no point going back now.
michael laughed too, sitting down beside her.
“so…mother sent us both here,” he said, his voice soft as y/n nodded, swallowing for a second.
he was close, she could feel the heat from his body next to her.
“y/n?”
“yeah?”
“you know…i’m surprised you didn’t forget me,”
“you are?”
“yeah,”
“how could i forget you?” y/n said, shrugging for a second, “you left me your book so i didn’t get sad when y’all left. that…that tells me everything i needed to know about you,”
michael smiled softly.
“i kept the drawing you gave me,”
“the dinosaur one?” y/n cringed at how bad it was.
“yep,”
“it looked more like a dog,” she said, shaking her head softly as michael shrugged.
“well, i knew it was a dinosaur,” he said, his finger brushing her hand lightly as he paused again.
“i was kinda scared when janet invited me round,” y/n admitted quietly, shrugging slightly as michael blinked.
“you were?”
“yeah, i mean…y’all are famous now,”
“doesn’t mean you’re any less than us,” michael said, his voice gentle, “i was scared too,”
“why?”
“saw those modelling magazines you did,” michael said quietly, “thought about reaching out when i first saw you on that runway,”
y/n flushed slightly.
“god you looked so beautiful,” he whispered, “but you were janet’s friend. couldn’t do that to her,”
the girl nodded, choosing not to speak.
“but now we know she’s all good with it…and mother too…” michael looked up from the spot on the ground her been staring at, looking to her.
y/n swallowed.
he was close, his breath against her lips as he moved nearer, one hand coming to cup her cheek.
their lips met in a kiss - soft, and gentle.
y/n’s hands stayed on the bench beside her, as they moved back, her face flushed softly.
“they know we can see ‘em, right?” she said, looking over his shoulder through the little window for a second.
once again, all the jacksons were crammed round the window, marlon practically on top of jackie.
“i can’t see!”
“move your big ass head-!”
“get off my foot!”
“what happened?!” janet demanded, shorter than all her brother as she huffed.
“y/n threw up on him, i think!” marlon squinted.
“shut your dumbass mouth,” tito huffed, “they kissed,”
“mother, they kissed!” janet whipped round, her eyes shining as her mother hummed, not even reacting.
“why aren’t you excited?” randy blinked to her.
“i knew it’d happen,” katherine placed her knitting basket on the side (she’d never really left it), “sometimes love just needs some space,”
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This is yallt reminder to get yourself a locket of Mark. I got one of Kenny because he has my heart 🤍
I also have this photo of Kenny here on one of my blankies, so I guess I do get to sleep with him every night (in a way..)
And finally, I also have this printed out photo of Mark and I carry him around with me every day (he's also hanging up on one of my walls), so go and get yourself one too!
Synopsis: After you have a nightmare and are unable to sleep your husband is there to comfort you.
Warning: I wrote this at 4am after I had a terrible nightmare myself, so the writing isn't really that good. English isn't my first language, and I'm still learning to write. Also, this fic is extremely short
It was a stormy summer night; thunder was clapping through the air, and the rain was hitting the windows, normally yn would find these nights comforting- maybe reading a book with her tea or snuggling up on the couch with Mark while watching their favorite movie but tonight it was making her feel worse. It was about four in the morning, and she should be fast asleep, she had an importent day tomorrow and she wanted to be well rested for it; Mark is starting his filming of 'The Night We Met In Georgia' tomorrow which meant that the two of them will have less quality time together, with his long filming and travel days to her's long hours in the laboratory, their relationship often takes a strain. And she wanted to spend the morning talking with him, absorbing all his love, and he hers. Maybe that was the reason for her nightmare that night; she was filled with stress, not just from work but now with worry for her husband, not necessarily physically but for their bond. She sat up in their bed, which Mark unconsciously took most space by spreading like a star fish, yn smiled to herself as she gently pushed his hair back, he was in the need of a haircut desperately. The sheets quietly rustled as she got up, putting on her fluffy baby pink slippers. She closed the bedroom door behind her so she wouldn't bother Mark's sleep; just because she couldn't sleep it didn't mean he shouldn't either. She turned on the lights and walked downstairs, slightly jumping every time the thunder clapped, she felt like she was five all over again, hugging her older brother while the storm brew outside their grandparents house, the storm being so bad in fact that the electricity was cut and they were forced to use flashlights and candles, at the end the two siblings made it out through the night by telling eachother other fantasy stories, well her's were fantasy, he was 'much too grown' for that.
Yn walked inside of the kitchen and turned on the light, opening the cabinet to reveal her tea collection, looking for her favourite one, apple with cinnamon, Mark always teased her that she had the strangest taste buds, she didn't mind, she would tease him back that it wasn't much of a manly thing to say in an interview that his favourite food was fruit and that he should have picked something more manly, like steak. She put the kettle on the stove while getting her favourite cup out of the cabinet, the one with little pink flowers all over it she found in the farmers market two weeks ago; who would've even thought they'd have such good finds there? She poured the hot water into the cup and waited a few minutes before pulling out the tea bag. Walking into the living room, she lit a candle and sat down, trying to enjoy the thunderstorm like she usually does; it was hard, there were too many dark corners and her head was filled with too many scary stories about monsters emerging from them. After twenty minutes and one empty cup, she decided that this wasn't working; she would rather be in the dark and scared in Mark's sleeping arms rather than scared in the cold and dark living room. She put out the candle, put the cup in the sink, and went upstairs. She slowly tiptoed towards the bedroom, making sure to turn off the lights. Suddenly she heard a noise too deep to belong to Mark and rustling. Before she could process all of that information, though, she saw a shadow looming over her. She yelped and fell backwards; a loud BANG rang in the room. "Yn?" She heard her husband's tired but concerned voice. Mark turned on the light and saw her holding her head on the floor. "Oh darling, are you okay?" He crouched next to her, helping her back up. "What happened?" He kissed her head and gently smoothed her hair out. Yn couldn't feel more embarrassed than right now. "Just a stupid nightmare; I couldn't go back to sleep." Mark made a sympathetic face. "Ooh, want to talk about it?" He guided her back to bed, even though she didn't need help. "I don't know, it's.. embarrassing." He slowly nodded. "I won't force you, but I do think it would help you." She nodded. "Okay… You told me that you would be missing dinner, you needed to go to the Skywalker ranch, something about the third film George wanted to talk to you about, when a storm hit, I received a call from the police, you were in an accident and didn't make it." She gluped, Mark pouted "it was only just a dream, I would never leave you, I'm right here." He held her against his chest.
They slowly lay down into the covers; she listened to his heartbeat. It always calmed her down. He whispered sweet things to her while still caressing her face. She snuggled into his bicep, feeling his warm skin and muscle. She could smell his new body wash she got him a few days ago; it wasn't as strong as it was a few hours ago because it was so hot under the covers that he sweated through the night. She didn't mind it; she loved his musky smell. "I should have nightmares more often." She joked. Mark made a deep chuckle. "Now, sweetheart, then I would have to start paying for this treatment, but not with money." She looked up at him, and he smirked. "I wouldn't mind paying "
"I know."
She giggled and slowly drifted off while still holding her husband, his breath warm against his neck, and she could feel his sturdy but soft chest against the side of her face. She could practically feel him staring at her, feeling the warmth of his smile.
She definitely isn't going to have any more nightmares tonight.
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