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demetkaradasismss · 2 years

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meet demet!

Hey is that HANDE ERÇEL? No, that’s just DEMET KARADAŞ. They’re TWENTY-NINE, and have spent ONE WEEK in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of SWEET but also can be GULLIBLE. CONFETTI-FILLED BALLOONS, BRIGHTLY COLOURED CLOTHING, AND THE SOUND OF LAUGHTER remind me of SHE/HER. Can’t wait to see them at the next party!

TRIGGER WARNING: foster care, pregnancy, domestic abuse, miscarriage

Demet has always been full of life, a sweet smile and always ready to laugh. Despite the fact that she never knew her biological parents, she never let that affect her negatively. She has always tried to see the bright side of things, including that. In fact, if she hadn’t been in foster care, she never would’ve been adopted by the Karadaş family. Her new parents had unfortunately been unable to have children, so they did what they could by adopting. Along with Demet, they adopted nine girls total. Thanks to them, Demet had a family. One she loves and one that loved her in return.

As she grew up in England, she lived a happy life. She made friends rather easily and was always ready to give everyone she met a chance. Which, unfortunately, has done her some trouble. The girl was too trusting, believing to see the good in everyone and making up an excuse as to why there were flaws. That those things were rather temporary, that’s all. This sort of view on the world was considered admirable, but it worried her sisters. She was the youngest of the group and all of them made sure to protect her. To ensure that no one took advantage of her sweet nature and hurt her.

But even then, when she has been hurt by others before, Demet had been quick to forgive them. Wanting to believe that it had been an accident, that they hadn’t meant to hurt her. It was an ongoing thing for her, causing her sisters to be frustrated. Eventually, some of them began to stop trying to protect her. Believing that maybe, she needed to learn a lesson and to not trust everyone so blindly. And unfortunately, that would eventually happen with her first love.

Xavier had been the perfect gentleman, sweeping her off her feet. He had been the perfect Prince Charming and she believed that she would marry him one day. That is, until Demet found out she was pregnant. With Demet sixteen and Xavier nineteen, there had been a lot at stake. For the first time in her life, it was hard to keep her positive demeanor. The two were constantly fighting, neither of them telling their families yet. For twelve weeks, they fought about what to do. Constantly yelling and screaming and crying. Things only got worse after Demet had done a Chorionic villus sampling, soon discovering that her baby had Down syndrome.

Her boyfriend had been pissed. His insults soon translated to his fists, taking his anger out on Demet and their child. Finally, after beating her black and blue, she lost the baby. Demet had been distraught, her heart broken. She finally came clean to her family, about Xavier, about the baby, about everything. Everyone had been in complete shock at the news and began to do everything they could to help her, to show her love and support. It would soon take awhile before Demet was back to her usual self, back to being filled with so much love for the world. To bring back her never-ending faith that everyone is inherently good. While she hasn’t fallen in love again and her sexual experiences have been sorely lacking, the young woman didn’t mind that. She was able to work on and focus on herself. While the pain of losing her baby has never left her, she has found herself determined to live her life to the fullest. Not just for her, but also for her child.

Which would soon lead her to event planning. Sure, Demet has always held a love for celebrations. Festivals, parties, events, everything that was worth celebrating. She soon began to find a great love to being a party planner, with trying to find ways to have the perfect celebration. She attended college in Athens to earn a double major in business and hospitality, eventually moving to New York after graduation to work on becoming an event planner.

While the beginning had been rocky, she soon found her place in the industry. Eventually, Demet became one of the top event planners in the world. Starting up her own company and hiring more event planners to work with her under Joyful Celebrations’ name. And at the beginning of 2021, she soon launched her very first magazine. Talking about everything and anything with event planning, working on a wedding, curating a birthday party, and so much more. After the rough patch she went through a decade before, she found herself genuinely happy.

So… Why has she come to Dayton of all places? She had learn of the party city, how it resembled Las Vegas in a way. Demet’s curiosity got the best of her and she decided to come out here, opening up another building for her company. Deciding to make it the main location for the West Coast. She has only been here for a few days and still has yet to be fully inversed with the lawless city’s ways. Her roommates Yasmine, Laurel, and Nofar have been trying to prepare her for Dayton, yet the women couldn’t help being nervous. Demet was a soft woman- who knows what Dayton may throw at her to try and threaten that?

#( headcanons. )#tw: foster care #tw: pregnancy #tw: domestic abuse #tw: miscarriage #foster care tw #pregnancy tw #domestic abuse tw #miscarriage tw #my sweet lil baby #you deserve better than me sdfkghdkfj

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arianakristine · 5 years

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Graham (because I'm always curious about what everyone else's first impression of him was) and, I feel like I should apologize for this, but all of the Crain kids? :)

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ALL OF THE CRAIN KIDS??? Girl, you crazy.

Graham

First impression: Okay, so this is the Love Interest. He was sort of that “okay, this’ll happen” and not much more interest than that.Impression now: GRAHAM, YOU ARE MY SON, MY CHILD, MY MOON AND STARS!!!!!!!!!Favorite moment: “I’m leaving you for me”Idea for a story: *laughs uncontrollably* YOU MEAN EVERY FIC I’VE WRITTEN IN THE PAST 7 YEARS???Unpopular opinion: I think the only truly unpopular opinion I have is that what happened to him in canon actually happened? Favorite relationship: Let’s ruminate on this one, shall we? No, but really, Gremma is #1 with Hunted Believer a close #2.Favorite headcanon: That he is still alive in another of those million worlds they keep finding, and his happy ending is still pending.

Now,

*Deep Breath*

Steven

First impression: Aww, look at what a good big brother!Impression now: Ugh, Steven. Why are you the worst? I have such mixed feelings about you. The fucking vasectomy and not telling Leigh did you in. But you’re still trying, and you’re trying to be better, and okay, I guess I love you, too.Favorite moment: It hurts my heart so much, but probably when he tells Luke to keep the camera and the money but leave the ipad. Yes, it’s enabling, but yes, it’s heartbreaking.Idea for a story: His fascination with the house grows to obsession, driving him deeper and deeper into its history and its bones. Because Olivia still has her sights on the rest of her children, and he is the most convenient of the targets.Unpopular opinion: He better have paid Shirl back for Luke’s rehab and paid with money that wasn’t included from the book royalties set for her.Favorite relationship: Ugh, again, it KILLS me, but Hugh and Stevie. They had such a great dynamic when he was young and seeing it deteriorated in the present (ugh, “the wrong parent died” is my death) stings. But that last moment is so touching and emotional that it brings me back.Favorite headcanon: That he bounced around different relatives after The Last Night (he only stayed with Janet that one summer) because nothing ever felt like home again without his mom (but he didn’t admit it was because he wasn’t with his dad as well).

Shirley

First impression: Ooh, okay, so she’s actually the eldest sibling in terms of dynamics. Put him in his place, Shirl!Impression now: You are hypocritical and a mess. I still love you.Favorite moment: “Did you just punch me in the boob?”Idea for a story: Unpopular opinion: That I actually like her character. I mean, she’s awful in many ways, but she’s so damn human in that. She is flawed as anything and still wants her family safe. Oh, and probably that she was right in sending Luke away at Nell’s wedding.Favorite relationship: Despite everything, Shirley and Theo.Favorite headcanon: She is talented in drawing, but when she takes a moment to try quietly, all she can seem to sketch is the forever house (over and over)

Theo

First impression: Basically Shirley’s assessment: “you’re like a guy, like a frat guy!”Impression now: THEO, MY LOVE, YOU ARE AMAZING.Favorite moment: Hands down her breakdown and apology in Witness Marks. She is just so raw and emotional and it’s so damn painful to hear it. I get teary every time.Idea for a story: Theo learning to control her power and help more children/families with the loving support of TrishUnpopular opinion: Trish showing up at the funeral was Not Okay and Theo was well within her right to tell her off for it.Favorite relationship: Still Trish and Theo, with a close second of Luke and Theo.Favorite headcanon: Aunt Theo and Little Eleanor are best friends, just like she is with Allie (and Nellie).

Nellie

First impression: Aww, adorable little girl, please do not touch her, ghosts.Impression now: NELLIE, MY POOR CHILD, YOU DESERVED SO MUCH MORE.Favorite moment: THE REST IS CONFETTI, I CRY FOREVER!!!!!!!Idea for a story: Nellie sifting through time until she starts to notice a new little girl in the house. She will absolutely protect this little one from those that want to devour her, and even fight her mother over it. Her father is both unexpectedly and expectedly with her on this, even if it means their souls are lost forever.Unpopular opinion: That she didn’t actually kill herself. I mean, I don’t doubt that she was hurting and likely wanted to die, but she didn’t actually kill herself in the end and I want to pull my hair out every time someone says she did.Favorite relationship: Arthur and Nellie, I was sold in those, what, five minutes?Favorite headcanon: She is not the only ghost at Hill House with a gentle nature, and because of that Hill House cannot ever completely win.

Luke

First impression: You’re so tiny and adorable in those glasses!Impression now: Oh, Luke, you’ve gone through so much and you’re trying so hard to overcome your addiction and I am so glad you’re getting all your support.Favorite moment: As Adult!Luke: the eulogy, as Baby!Luke: him teaching Nellie about 7 (7 keeps you safe). But also his big eyes when he asks Stevie to hang out with him in the treehouse???Idea for a story: Luke learning to make and keep friendships that are healthy for him, and Steve accidentally bringing back those memories of the Last Night. He finally deals with his trauma and has the support to guide him through it.Unpopular opinion: That he really escaped the Red Room, I guess? So many fan theories (directly against the writers) wanting to make his (and his siblings’) end tragic when he was actually able to overcome his addiction and trauma?? I don’t understand it???Favorite relationship: Luke and Nell, and baby Luke and Stevie.Favorite headcanon:Luke visits the house but never enters it again (close, but not actually giving in, mirroring his addiction in so many ways).

#skagengiirl #kristy answers stuff #graham humbert #the haunting of hill house #for funsies #thank you!!!

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craftypeaceturtle · 7 years

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HAPPY (incredibly late) BIRTHDAY!

No real relationship, make of it what you will!

Summary: Requested by Anon, it’s Jack’s birthday!

Warning: Nothing.

Note: I know, I know I know this is super late but hey! Better late than never, right? Being honest I forgot about the anon asking for this fic and I wasn’t going to do anything for his B-day anyway hence the weird timing. I mean no offence to anyone!

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Jack quickly busied himself in his parent’s kitchen, first it was to help with the washing up but then he noticed that the floor was a little dusty. But then of course he couldn’t leave it at just that, then he had to wipe down every surface while he also started to think about maybe sorting out the fridge. Well… if you’re going to do the fridge then might as well do all of the cabinets. His ma couldn’t help but watch on with a knowing smile. He always did this whenever he was trying to get his mind off of something.

In truth (and he really didn’t want to sound ungrateful or like a spoiled child) but he expected his birthday to be a little more… busy?

Being 27, he didn’t exactly want to go to Kid’s Kingdom and eat a feast of pizza and jelly while he played pirates with his besties, but he still wanted to do something. Anything! Usually his siblings would all come down, even if it was just for the cake, and his parents would try to make it somewhat different from the other 365 days. But this time apparently both of his brothers couldn’t make it because their families had fallen down from some sickness and his sister was busy doing her work projects and the other sister gave no answer. His parents tried to make it special but just them three alone watching TV wasn’t exactly something… memorable.

He couldn’t help but reminiscence on his previous birthday, he had been visiting America to his parent’s chagrin and his friends made sure to make the day out of it with sweet simple gestures. Still remembering the argument with Mark about how there was no way in Hell he could’ve actually baked the cake himself, he welcomed the timid smile as he swiped his gloved hands over one particularly stubborn splotch of… something on the work surface. It was impossible for Mark to ever create something so amazing!

His ma stood leaning on the doorway leading into the kitchen, she would normally say that she felt guilty that Jack wasn’t really having the best birthday ever but this time she just rolled her eyes. He was probably singing ‘It’s a hard knock life for us’ in his head. Jack’s dad carefully crept out while he was sure she was still watching him.

It was almost time.

1:02:32

Sneaking into the small hut that Jack had once called his home and recording space, his dad rubbed his hands together at the sight that beheld itself to him. With each pathway vigorously inspected, he clutched on to the tin foil wrapped cheese and ham sandwiches he had prepared. He was certain not to starve them before the big reveal.

Once she was sure that her husband had returned from feeding them, she stepped forward and tapped Jack’s shoulder. “As much as I love it when you clean the kitchen, it’s your birthday! Go sit by the TV, we’ve got everything sorted!”

“I know, I j-“

“Nope. Fuck off ya!” His ma playfully grinned as she shooed him away.

“Ma!” Jack finally gave in; he had learned enough times growing up that there was nothing stopping her once she had made a plan. Ever since starting YouTube sitting around felt pointless and guaranteed for him to fidget; Jack had grew accustomed to having something to do right at his fingertips. There was always going to be a thumbnail he could improve or another game he could download and the infinity of comments just begged to be replied to.

That’s what he would’ve done but the internet here was absolute gobshi- I mean poop (no swearing, his parents could never drop the habit of scolding him and his siblings by a harsh yell of ‘watch your language’).

It was only 9pm yet he started to head up to the spare bedroom where he would sleep. Randomly his parents still wanted to carry the tradition of him staying over for at least the night when it was his ‘special day’. He wasn’t about to waste a good couple of hours mindlessly watching the TV flicker and, on the plus side, maybe then he could wake up early enough to make a proper breakfast. That would be nice.

00:59:00:

Oh they couldn’t get any luckier! It was almost like Jack was specifically playing up to their entire charade. Nudging Jack’s dad, his ma felt the coils turning in her head as she whispered her plots to his dad. The idea was pure genius. They are sure to thank Jack for making that opportunity a possibility when he woke up.

As his ma swiftly ran down the road, his dad knocked on the little hut’s door to warn them all of their new plans. There was only one fatal flaw in this all. The scowl tensed his face at the thought of this one simple thing completely ruining everything they had spent the last few weeks working on. No, it wouldn’t fail. That was not a choice right now.

The clouds of Ireland had already choked any trace of sunlight yet coupled with the whipping winds and the icy chill left over from December, the whole place was smothered.

Jack didn’t hear his ma quietly sneaking back inside with a hundreds upon hundreds of bulging bags. Jack didn’t hear their footsteps pitter patter along the creaking wooden floors. Jack didn’t hear the rats crawl around the house.

Jack didn’t hear their watches beep out its time.

00:30:00

However, Jack did hear the incessant beeping of the microwave. Slumping over to his other side did nothing to stifle the sound. He waited… 30 seconds… a minute and a half… three minutes. It was clear nobody was going to see to it. Jack swung his legs over and started to stomp down the stairs. Everyone reacted fast. Despite how his dad had now shut up the microwave, Jack just growled at having come down for nothing and decided to at least grab a drink. Turning the corner, he stopped.

His dad was microwaving a pizza at half nine at night. Thankfully, growing up in the McLoughin household taught him not to question the weird and sometimes (but not usually) wonderful stuff anyone did, he just grabbed his drink and started to heading upstairs while throwing out a lazy ‘goodnight’.

Everyone held their breath until the soft creaks under his each footstep vanished into the guest bedroom. The plan was slowly running out of time…

00:13:28

The room bustled silently. Not one word was dared whispered as the idea was added to the main plan, they would’ve had a lot more time to spare if they just stuck to the original but truly they believed this to be worth the extra hassle.

00:00:01

The obsessive loud attention stealing thoughts began to simmer as Jack nestled further into the gentle safe space the bed happily supplied and the dark cloaked the room so no intruder could ever find their way through. Cars occasionally drove past with the soft rumble being the only thing that dared to enter the room not that Jack minded; silence only ever reminded him of his doing nothing while his ever growing to do list grew larger and so he was thankful for the distraction.

A knock thudded through his thick veil of comfort.

The frantic tap continued. There was no other noise coming from inside the house. It grew quicker. With a creased brow, Jack groaned sleepily as he opened the door expecting to see either one of his parents asking probably something stupid. He was met with a trial of confetti.

The red strands of curled strings rejoiced with the four other coloured strings like this was going to be their last dance as they all lay frozen in time across the stairs. Still frowning, Jack followed the path laid before him. His sleep addled mind didn’t allow him to take the time and silliness to loop around the pointless rooms along with the string but instead took the short cut and noticed it lead outside. Bracing himself for the chilling winds to wreck his frame, he was pleasantly surprised to see the weather mellowed out to just a slight breeze that encouraged the leaves to rustle and sing.

Instead of the streamers however, there were cupcakes. Each one coated with a bright shiny red wrapper with a generous lathering of white icing. Bending down low, Jack chuckled at the tiny Septic Eye Sam that hid in the corner with his chocolate button pupil. They were a straight line to the cramped hut he can’t quite believe he ever managed to call home.

Now adorning a huge toothy grin, Jack pulled open the door of the hut to see everyone jump out. The lights flicked on and his entire family and friends made sure to jump out. His siblings were each equipped with bright party hats and badges cheerily exclaiming ‘Birthday Boy’. Mark stood there with a birthday cake again littered with tiny Sams. Bob and Wade launched the confetti into the air.

Jack broke out into an even bigger grin than before.

Immediately he threw his arms around anyone he could get a hold on and muttered out so many ‘thank you’s and joking scolds. “You have no idea man, we’ve been here for about three hours decorating and you’re dad went, like, full spy mode and had to sneak us food!” Bob pretended to complain yet anyone could tell he would happily do it all over again. The room had certainly been decorated though, paper chains hooked and looped lazily around almost every crevice and corner while the walls were practically wallpapered with birthday signs. The table had been pulled out into the centre of the room so people could feast their eyes upon the mountains of food and drinks.

“We wanted it so you had no idea what was going to happen and so wait until midnight but then it would stop being your birthday then. So we organised it so that by the time we’re all about to collapse from the sugar crash it will be midnight.” Mark clapped his hand across his shoulder before he then caught the death in his sister’s eyes, “Not that any of that was my idea. It was your sister’s!”

Unfortunately, they had greatly underestimated how long it takes for a JackSepticEye to crash. Although his friends were drooling in their sleep like state from the jet lag of flying to Ireland, Jack continued to talk to all of them right until the sun peeped out from under the hills.

#Crafty's writing #my writing #fanfic #birthday #fluffy

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