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matrilineal | s.cb
long overdue fic, written for the collab run by @bearseungmin strange devotion!!
summary: after receiving the news that your estranged grandmother has passed, leaving behind no will, you and your boyfriend offer to clean out your house so it’ll be ready to sell. but as you spend more and more time in the house, you realize just exactly what led your mother to never speak to her own mother ever again.
pairing: gradstudent!changbin x gradstudent!reader
genre: supernatural, romance, paranormal, suspense, angst, horror, establishedrelationship!au
warnings: language, suggestive content, themes of generational trauma as a result of domestic abuse, blood, cigarettes, mentions of lung cancer, parental death, parental neglect as a result of depression, broken bones, demonic possession, mentions of animal death and animal abuse, food and eating, needles, EVERYONE has issues but especially y/n, fire, mild gore and body horror, hospitals, CREEPY IMAGES USED
song recs: connie francis - who’s sorry now // mumford & sons - devil in your eye // tally hall - & // mitski - me and my husband // father john misty - o i long to feel your arms around me // rina sawayama - love it if we made it // taemin - advice // lemon demon - when he died // suho & jang jane - dinner // bts - trivia: seesaw // rina sawayama - dynasty // mitski - first love / late spring
word count: 28.9k
a/n: OH BOY. this is wild. this fic is insanely personal and the climax is probably the weirdest thing i’ve ever written, and i love it so much. if you have mommy issues,, this is for you.
You actually missed your mother’s first phone call. It was only once you’d left your last class of that Friday before spring break that you’d noticed that she had called you.
Upon checking your messages, you saw a few of her messages.
[7:57 PM] Mom: Please call. me when you can
Mom: Really urgent
Of course, as you got onto the bus to go home, you sent her a message.
[8:11 PM] Y/N: okay. i’m on the bus right now but i promise i’ll speak to you when i get home.
[8:13 PM] Mom: OK
You felt a sense of dread as you put the phone back into your pocket. The headache you’d had since 11 AM, the fact that there were no free seats, the lights of the bus—which somehow managed to be both too bright and too dim at the same time—did nothing to alleviate your mood.
The topic of the call didn’t stop bothering you until you were at your apartment doorstep. Yes, you loved your mother, but she had her issues, and you hated when she got vague like this. There was no telling what it could be.
Unlocking the door, you tugged your shoes off and left them in the entryway. With a deep sigh, you trudged over to the couch, where you pulled out the phone. Heaving a sigh, you found two more missed calls from your mother.
Your mother’s neuroticism was nothing new. She’d been like this for as long as you could remember, and you knew she was doing her best, but…
This is gonna be bad, you surmised to yourself, pressing the call back button. Squeezing your eyes shut and rubbing your eyelids, you listened for the dial tone.
She picked up almost immediately. The first dial tone didn’t even finish before she was picking up and breathing out, “Y/N?”
“Mom? What happened?” You leaned forward. She took a shaky breath, before speaking.
“She’s dead.”
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