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Asking because Iâve always thought this is an Indian/Desi thing but now Iâm wondering if my experiences are indeed universal.
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cw: discussion of past parental death due to overdose, mention of drug use
Steve stumbled upon the article when he was helping Robin collect articles for a project for her Industry Studies course.
He didnât think much of reading about another small time musician getting caught up with the wrong crowd, and overdosing or getting in a drunk driving accident. It seemed like a pretty common theme. It was terrible, sad, horrible, but heâd seen about 30 stories like that in the last two days and he was kind of getting numb to it all.
Until he saw the name Munson.
Until a picture of a woman with long, curly hair and Eddieâs smile stared back at him next to a headline that read: âKentucky Country Queen Dead at 27.â
He read the article with tears in his eyes.
Elizabeth âElâ Munson, a hopeful country singer and guitarist, was found dead in her home by her six year old son, Edward. The boy reportedly tried calling his father at work with no luck before finally calling his uncle, Wayne Munson.
Toxicology reports show that she overdosed on multiple illegal substances. At this time, it is believed to have been accidental and no foul play is suspected.
It has now been made clear that Elizabeth was seeking a divorce from her husband, Al Munson, but had not been successful as lawyers were unable to locate him until her funeral. Their son has been put in the care of Wayne until further notice.
Robin found him 20 minutes later, staring at the page with swollen, red eyes. She took the paper, read the article, and put it back in the files wordlessly.
âI donât think he wants us to know,â she finally said.
She was probably right.
But Steve had grown pretty close to Eddie over the last six months, had opened up to him about his parents, his fake friends, his concussions and nightmares. Eddie had started opening up to him, too.
He thought he had, anyway.
He told him about how his mom died when he was young and his dad was awful so he moved in with Wayne. He told him about how his dad appeared every couple years looking for money or a place to stay and Wayne always turned him away.
But he never really talked about his mom, always said he barely remembered her.
Did he know what happened?
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Steve asked Wayne the next morning.
Heâd come by to pick Eddie up for a day with the kids, but Eddie hadnât set his alarm and was still asleep.
Perfect opportunity to find out more.
âSo. Eddieâs mom.â
Wayne tensed over his plate of toast and scrambled eggs. He didnât look up, just took another bite of food.
âDoes he know how she died?â
âDo you?â
âNewspaper said overdose,â Steve tapped his fingers nervously against his thigh. âSays Eddie found her.â
âTrauma messes with your memory.â
It was final, a statement that left Steve with more questions, but a certainty that heâd get no answers.
âYeah.â He gulped. âIâve heard.â
ââ
Steve doesnât bring it up to Eddie for a while.
He figured Wayneâs reaction said a lot about what Eddie knew or would be willing to share.
But they were a little high and alone and Eddieâs hand was warm in his and his filter was broken.
âIâm sorry you had to be the one to find your mom.â
The air around them was thick. The silence was deafening.
âMe too.â
Eddieâs voice was quiet, nothing like his usual playful tone.
Steve immediately wanted to put this conversation in reverse, pretend his curiosity didnât matter.
âIâm sorry.â
Eddie moved closer to Steve, his arm a constant pressure against Steveâs. His head leaned against Steveâs shoulder.
âWayne doesnât know I know how she died. He doesnât know I know my dad gave her bad drugs, convinced her all the up and coming musicians were doing a new strain of heroin. Sheâd kicked him out of the house,â Eddieâs breath caught. âShe shouldnât have let him come back that day. I heard them arguing before I left for school. She told him she was finding a manager and recording an album and that she was divorcing him. I didnât know what that meant, but I knew it was bad.â
âEds, you donât have to tell me.â
âI know, Stevie. But you know everything else.â Eddieâs face turned until his nose and mouth were pressed against Steveâs arm. âI went to school. Didnât think about it. Figured my dad would be gone when I got home and might come back in a few days once they cooled off. But when I got home, he was gone and my momâs bedroom door was closed. And I opened it and there she was.â
Steve turned so he was face to face with Eddie, cupping his jaw and rubbing his thumb along his cheek in encouragement.
âI donât even know why I tried calling the store first. I didnât even know if he still worked there. But then I called Wayne and itâs like he just knew.â Eddieâs eyes closed for a moment. âDonât think heâd ever gotten to our house so quick.â
âDid he know all this?â
âHe knew enough. I stayed with him and then my dad gave up his rights. Lied to the counselor about what I knew so Wayne wouldnât freak. Kept it up for a while,â Eddie let out a small exhale that slightly resembled a laugh. âI read the article about eight years ago. A kid in my class made a joke about me being an orphan because of the drug problem in America as if he even knew what that meant and I decided to see what the newspaper reported.â
âDo you play because of her?â Steve asked.
Eddie blinked back at him.
âI play for a lot of reasons. But I started because of her, yeah,â he whispers. âYouâre the first person to ask me that instead of give me that look of pity.â
âIâm sad about how it happened, but giving you pity doesnât change it. Iâd rather hear how it changed you,â Steve whispered back.
They were close, legs intertwined, hands touching bare skin under shirts and on faces and necks.
âIt changed everything for me. Wayne packed us up and moved us here as soon as he legally could. Probably for the best. Well,â Eddie gave a small smile. âDefinitely for the best. Wouldnât be here with you if he hadnât.â
âDo you ever go back?â Steve did his best to ignore the fluttering in his stomach.
âHer birthday every year. Sheâs got a nice spot near her mom.â Eddie bit his lip. âItâs actually coming up in a couple weeks. Maybe you could come with me?â
âMe? Are you sure?â
Eddie nodded. âIf it doesnât weird you out that I talk to her. I like to give her updates on my life, Wayneâs life, music. Think sheâd find it quite funny that I bring the guy Iâve had a crush on for two years.â
It takes a minute for the words to sink in.
âTwo years?â Steveâs lips curled up into a smile. âI hope I live up to expectations.â
âI think sheâd like you. Sheâd definitely make fun of me for having a boyfriend who wears polos though.â
âIs that how youâd introduce me?â
âIf youâre okay with it.â Eddie leaned his forehead against Steveâs. âI know we havenât talked about what we-â
Steve pressed his lips to Eddieâs, nearly knocking their noses together painfully in the process.
After the initial shock, they both relaxed into the kiss.
âIâd love to go. As your boyfriend,â Steve said after pulling away for air. âWhat was her favorite flower?â
âGardenias. Always wore perfume that smelled like it. Why?â
âBecause I have to impress her, right?â
âYou realize sheâs not gonna actually see or hear you? Sheâs definitely dead.â
Steve snorted. âI know. But she can still have nice things. Maybe us bringing her nice things in death is a way to apologize for the not nice things she had in life.â
âYouâre a pretty incredible boyfriend, sweetheart.â Eddie kissed the tip of his nose. âAnd you now know more than Wayne, so itâs time for a pinky promise.â
Steve giggled before holding up his pinky. âI swear I wonât tell Wayne anything.â
âAnd youâll kiss me whenever I wantâŚâ
âThatâs a guarantee.â
âAnd youâll let me win at Go FishâŚâ
âNot a chance, Eds.â
Eddie laughed. âWorth a try.â
Steve curled his pinky against Eddieâs. âSo do you think sheâd like me?â
âOh. Oh god. Sheâd love you. Youâre exactly who sheâd want for me,â Eddie rolled his eyes when Steve flipped his hair back confidently. âAnd sheâd braid your hair every night while you gossiped and sipped tea.â
âAnd what would you do?â
âProbably just soak it in. Appreciate having her and you around. Youâll just have to gossip with Wayne.â
âWayne doesnât strike me as-â
âOh, heâs got you fooled! Heâs a worse gossip than the ladies at the hair salon. Just ask him about the mailbox at the end of the road sometime. Make sure youâve got an hour to spare.â
âReally?â Steveâs eyes lit up. âIs he home now?â
Eddie pulled Steve forward until he was flush against his front. âNo and I have much better plans than gossiping with my uncle.â
âOh?â Steveâs brow raised.
âIt involves my bed and handcuffs. You in?â
âHopefully youâre in.â
âGod, youâre ridiculous. Câmon, now Iâm even harder from your stupid flirting,â Eddie sat up and tugged until Steve followed. âCanât believe this is how my nightâs going.â
âBelieve it, baby.â
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#wayne munson#picturing Eddieâs mom as someone similar musically to Wanda Jackson#she was big in her part of Kentucky#mightâve made it even if not for Eddieâs dad#cw: parent death#cw: mention of overdose#cw: mention of drug use#first kiss#getting together#angst with a happy ending#sorry for the sad part#they kissed about it at the end tho
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"Abusive" includes forms of abuse like physical, mental, emotional, or any other form.
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What would a mother not do for her child What lengths would a mother not go There's a bond that exists between mother and child With no end to how strong it can grow It's a promise for life between mother and child It begins from the moment of birth.
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She is six years old, and standing on the porch at her Auntie Aliciaâs cabin. She is six years old, and holding an old rifle in her hands, standing at the railing and pointing the nozzle at a large target a couple feet away. Thereâs a pair of old ear muffs covering her ears. Behind her is her daddy and her sister, and Auntie Alicia. She canât see them.Â
Danielle Martha Fenton is six years old, and her momma has her arms wrapped warmly around her, keeping the gun steady for her. Itâs heavy and the butt digs into her shoulder uncomfortably, and she feels nothing but determined. And nervous.Â
Her momma was teaching her and Jazzy how to shoot, and theyâre down in Arkansas to visit Auntie Alicia for her second âDivorce-iversaryâ as Auntie calls it. She keeps a hunting rifle in her gun safe for the rabbits that like to nibble on her garden. She mostly grows rhubarb, which goes untouched. But her carrots and greens and other veggies like to be tempting snacks for the game.Â
Regardless, she is six years old and learning how to shoot. Her momma and her daddy (mostly her daddy) have been banned from every shooting range outside of Amity Park in a hundred mile radius. So Auntie is the best place to learn, or so momma says.Â
Danny thinks it's just an excuse to see her sister, not that she's complaining. She loves visiting Auntie. Â
Sheâs already seen Jazzy do this, her momma told her before the muffs went on to shoot when ready. No use trying to fire when youâre not; you canât afford to miss when shooting ghosts.Â
Danny breathes out steady, just like momma taught her, and quells her trembling little fingers. She focuses down the barrel, and pulls the trigger.Â
Immediately, the recoil throws her off, the side of the gun that her cheek was resting on knocks against her skin, harsh enough to bruise if it werenât for her mommaâs steady hands holding onto her. The bang of the gun startles her more than she thought it would, and her heart leaps up and runs a jackrabbit through her chest.Â
The gun is carefully slipped out of her hands, and Danny lets it go easily, her cheek smarting in pain and her eyes wide and following up to momma. Momma turns the safety on, and with a gentle hand, pushes against her chest. Danny takes a few steps back, and slips the ear muffs off her head.Â
Mommy is smiling big at her, something that Danny canât help but replicate on her own face as her heart swells. âDid I get it, momma?â She asks, watching as she passes the gun off to Auntie Alicia, who steps over to take it.
âIâm going to go see, sweetie, but I think you did.â Momma coos, before planting both her hands on the porch railing and, in a single leap, vaults over the side and onto the grass. Sheâs dressed all comfortable for the summer heat, with her hair all tied back and in shorts and a tank top and nice boots. Dannyâs ribs swell hopefully, and she stands on her tiptoes to watch her walk over.
âIâll be hard-pressed to believe if you didnât, Martha Mae,â Auntie tells her, grinning like a cat, âthat was a damn good shot.âÂ
âMartha Mae Knightâ was Dannyâs grannyâs name. Auntie Alicia calls her that because of her middle name â and because, by her words, she has her mommaâs weird-shaped eyebrows and piercing blue eyes. The kind that could scare a hawk into singing like a robin. It was Dannyâs favorite nickname ever.
Daddy laughs brightly, the sound painful on her ears but twice as nice, and despite the distance, Momma whirls her head around to shoot Auntie a glare; âLanguage, Alicia. Not around my girls.â She warns. Her accent always comes through when theyâre around Auntie. Itâs Dannyâs favorite thing to listen to.Â
âDo you think so, auntie?â Danny says, bright-eyed and ever-optimistic. Auntie Alicia nods fiercely as Momma finally reaches the target and searches for the bullet hole. Daddy then comes up behind her, still laughing, and claps a hand onto her shoulder so hard that it makes her knees hurt.
âOf course she did!â Dad boasts, as bright as the sun and twice as warm. He shakes Danny affectionately, wobbling her on her feet and pulling her straight into his side. She goes so willingly with a burble of giggles. âSheâs got the eyes of a Fenton! And our family are darn good shots.â
Auntie eyes him up and down, her smile immediately fading off into a pressed line. âIâm sure you mean sheâs got the eyes of a Knight. You couldnât hit the broad side of a barn at twenty paces, Jack Fenton.âÂ
Jazzy holds back giggles from where sheâs standing by the door, her ear muffs in hand, and Danny watches her Daddyâs dark eyes immediately narrow. Just like Auntieâs, his smile tapers off into a frown.Â
Before he can say anything, thereâs a cheer from the yard, and they all turn to Momma clapping her hands in delight.Â
Danny immediately pricks her ears up, and wouldâve darn near rushed over to the railing if it werenât for her Daddyâs hand on her shoulder. She yells instead, excitement thrumming like a hummingbird against her ribs, âDid I hit it, momma?!âÂ
Momma beams at her with all the pride in the world, âYou sure did, Danny!â And she turns to press her finger against the target, right on the inside red ring of the battered old bag. âRight here, sweet girl!âÂ
There are cheers from all around, and Dannyâs heart bursts inside her lungs with shiny, sunshine glee. She puffs her chest out big, and smiles so wide it hurts the cheek where the gun smacked her. Her Daddy shakes again, squeezing her tight against his side in a hug that Danny happily reciprocates.Â
âWhatâd I tell you, Martha Mae?â Auntie tells with a big wink and a wide grin, the gun still gripped tight in her hands as Momma makes her way back over. âYou got a Knightâs eye.âÂ
When Momma makes it back over the railing, she hugs Danny tight and praises her shot. Danny looks her in the eyes and chases the feeling, and asks to shoot again.
#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dpxdc#cw gun#cw gun mention#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc crossover#dpxdc au#dp x dc au#martha knight au#female danny fenton#fem danny fenton#danny is martha wayne au#got a little something something written for this au. the dichotomy of the happy memory and the fact that she's being taught this to shoot#ghosts. the innocence of a child and the reality of the situation :]. as well as danny's steadily disillusion from her parents as she grows#fun fact! this memory is based off one of my own when my dad was teaching us how to shoot so we could (eventually) go hunting with him.#i was around danny's age i think. a little bit younger maybe. so a lot of this stuff -- like Maddie helping her hold it up and them#wearing earmuffs and Danny immediately getting the gun taken away after she shoots and danny herself backing up are all based off#what i could remember. albeit the only difference here is Alicia holding the gun and Jack and Jazz standing behind Danny. in my own memorie#iirc we were all supposed to stand inside when it wasnt our turn. but we also didnt have enough earmuffs for everyone to stand outside.#slaps danny's head like the roof of a car: you can fit SO much trauma in this kid. enjoy her joy while it lasts :]#smth smth the idea that the fenton parents weren't bad at first but instead became a steady decline once they got into building the portal#smth about how danny knows somewhere that they could improve because they were good before. but they aren't and she wonders#who they love more: their daughters. or ghosts? (the answer is their daughters but danny finds this out in a way she doesnt expect)#that beginning song lyric is from âafter allâ by christine ebersole btw. its danny's theme song for the au.#i thank god every day for being a daycare teacher because the word 'daddy' has been CLEANSED for mEEEEEEEEEEE
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Family Business
#Fuyuhiko kuzuryu#Kazuichi Souda#Sdr2#Super danganronpa 2#Danganronpa 2#An art#Because... both their family situations...#Kaz with his dad and Hiko with his parents (and natsumi even?? )#I'm never sure how to interpret Fuyuhiko's family situation what does 'in the aftermath' mean was it deliberate#Kaz only mentions it offhand but yea. Boys u could bond over this silliest#CW abuse#abuse mention#child abuse mention#Lmk if I should tag more
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Still very wild to me when people try to gotcha Jason with the whole "if you can kill other people for being evil why can't they kill you" when jason is like. One of the most passively suicidal characters I've ever seen. What if man
#augh i dont want to cw this because im just talking about The Character and i feel bad when i do it for characters but i probably should#suicide mention#ask to tag#while im here i do absolutely believe hes been suicidal since jaybin times. maybe even before just in different ways. but like#going into that building with shelia? yeah#now. i DONT think he was aware of it and if youd ask him hed say no fully believing thats the truth#but like if a ghost jaybin had some introspection time i think he'd maybe eventually be like yeah#his outcomes to him were have a loving parent or die and hes a very big fan of ultimatums like that.#but he doesn't fully see it like that as jaybin because oh hes a hero and saving others when no one else can is what heros do :)#ramble. ivee been feeling it lately yknow how it is#ive once saw a post saying jason was planning to die after the joker was dead in utrh and yeagh i can see that#he puts A BOMB in his HELMET#suicidal characters in the context of hero stories are so fascinating to me. the self sacrifice.#the not caring about your own safety as long as you save someone else. the pushing yourself#the way itd be so easy to make it look like they just fell in battle. to be considered a hero in the end#anyway ive been glancing at suicidal jason todd fics. how bad is it that im still getting mad about characterization#because theyre not killing him right#AND ANOTHER THING. since im here and i try to avoid making posts about The Character like this so might as welk get it all out#think about suicidal jaybin as well as the fact 80s bruce very much considered suicidal people/people attempting like#weak and lazy? yells at them? i think thats about it. Very Much. je seems to straight up just hate them#again very much feel free to ask me to tag this one ^-^'#and i hope no one thinks im being callous here im very worried about that. i just its a very important part of his character to think about#and its fun to explore as someone who is passively suicidal myself#jason todd analysis#anyway no one look at me i am in my corner just rotating him#WAIT to clarify i dont think jaybin fully realized Just becauceof the heros sacrifice thing. i made it sound like that i believe#anyway. if you read him as suicidal since jaybin times and go to ditf with that lens like i did. well. the post death victim blaming..
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Accidents Happen
for this month's @steddiemicrofic "plug" wc:437 rated: G
cw: hospital, sick kid (kinda)
summary: The boys find out Amelia is allergic to peanuts...the hard way.
Eddie ran into the hospital, Wayne hot on his heels. He can hardly talk heâs crying so hard, but thankfully Wayne is able to speak.
âAmelia Munson. Weâre her father and grandfather.â He informed the nurse who directed them down the hall. Eddie took off at a dead sprint, screeching to a halt outside the room, and barreling inside. Steve sat next to their daughter in an uncomfortable plastic chair but as soon as he saw Eddie he bolted upright and into his arms.
âEds. Iâm sorry. Itâs all my fault.â Steve cried into his husbandâs shoulder. Eddie rubbed his back and led him back to sitting as he took the chair next to him. He shushed Steve and stroked his hair as he turned to look at Amelia. She was plugged into some many machines that Eddie felt sick.
âWhat happened baby?â Eddie whispered as he engulfed Ameliaâs little hand in his. Wayne sat on her other side, stroking her hair.
âI gave her a reeseâs. She took a bite and couldnât breath.â Steve hiccuped. âI didnât know she was allergic. How could I not know?â Steve asked but it was clear he wasnât looking for an answer. Eddie couldnât let him beat himself up about this though.
âBaby, it was an accident. I didnât know either. I would have done the same thing.â Eddie reassured. âBesides, I would have panicked. You were collected enough to call an ambulance.â He reminded his husband. Steve took a shuddering breath.
âSheâll be alright, son.â Wayneâs voice shocked the two men. They looked over and saw his eyes were wet but were dim and distant. Like he was remembering something else. âShe ainât hooked up to nearly as many machines as Ed was.â Eddie pulled away from Steve and went over to hug his uncle.
âIâm okay Uncle Wayne. Iâm okay.â He whispered. Sometimes that was the only thing to break Wayne out of his memories. Steve stood still.
âIs this what it felt like Wayne? When Eddie wasâŚâ Steve trailed off.
âFeel like youâre helpless? All these machines plugged into her are taunting you?â Steve nodded. âYeah, it did. But, then and now. You got help in time. Donât forget that.â
âIâm sorry I put you through that, dad.â Eddie said. âThis sucks.â The men chuckled softly in agreement.
âDaddy? Papa? Grandpa?â Came a tiny voice. The three men turned to Amelia to see her eyes finally open.
âWeâre here, sweetheart.â Eddie promised and reached over to stroke her hair.
âI donât think I like reeseâs.â She said disgruntled. They all laughed wetly and waited for the nurse.
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#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#angst with a happy ending#wayne munson#best dad uncle wayne#good parents Steve and Eddie#steddiemicroficaugust#cw hospital#mentions of#anaphylaxis
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I'm looking forward to the day when Vivziepop finds out about adults grooming minors in her own fanbase all because she didn't speak up about minor safety. And she probably will stay quiet and not giving a fuck because those kids are giving her relevance and money.
I got another piece of evidenceđ
Gawd. I swear to that woman child... -_-
Gawd, gawd, no wonder vivziepoop is sucha a greedy,ignorant and lazy-ass gringa ruins children's innocence and thinkin sh*t gonna be okay or she assumes kiddos will forget bout it... imagine terrible sh*t happens:
kiddos will learn using curse words crazy+non-stop,get groomed by degenerate creeps,and gawd knows what with all adult-content destroying youngsters' lives.
This is f*ckin bad. Seriously bad.
#anti vivziepop#vivziepop critical#hazbin hotel critical#vivziepop criticism#hazbin hotel criticism#helluva boss critical#anti spindlehorse#anti helluva boss#anti hazbin hotel#gawdd i dont wanna hear a child under the age of 16#gawwdd#poor kiddos#parents shouldn't be parents at all or shouldn't get a kiddos#sorry if it's hella harsh#if parents are actin like that#send asks#shini answered#vivziepop stans dni#cw gr00med mentioned
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screenshotting this one bc I can acknowledge that Iâve got shipper goggles on and op isnât about that life which is fair but
I feel like batfam fans misunderstand the term parentification a lot and conflate it with Dick filling a parental role for his siblings, which might be part of the âoldest daughter syndromeâ thatâs so often pinned on him but that isnât what parentification actually means
If I say that Dick Grayson was parentified, then that isnât referring to him taking care of his siblings, it refers to the way Bruce treated him. As someone capable of taking care of his emotional needs and not as the child in need of care in the relationship
Parentification is a term thatâs been around for decades, and while having to care for younger siblings might be a part of the definition, it focuses mostly on the role reversal of the parent-child dynamic. Iâm not going to get into the psychology of it but being parentified has very little to do with if he actually acted as a parent for his siblings and everything to do with if he acted as a parent for Bruce
This is honestly why I prefer the term spouseification, which is less ambiguous than the term parentification and I feel accurately describes their âequalâ relationship and the type of emotional abuse that Dick went through
Also from what Iâve read, Dick doesnât act as a parental figure for any of his siblings except for Damian. While he might have given extra emotional support to Tim due to Bruce being Bruce, Dick still fits solidly into an older brother role. Iâm not even going to touch on Dickâs relationship with Jason which is too weak to even be considered fraternal never mind parental
#cw abuse#cw emotional abuse#dick grayson analysis#dickie bird#idk why I went off like this but parentification really has nothing to do with the siblings#like thatâs not the psychological term#eldest daughter syndrome is mostly a pop psychology thing#it might be a real phenomenon that is heavily influenced by parentification but they arenât synonyms#Iâm hesitantly tagging this#brudick#just because I mentioned I ship them and want to do anyone that blocks that tag the courtesy of ignoring me#bruce wayne#and another thing!!!! i donât consider dickâs relationship with damian negatively at all#it was extreme circumstances as comic books often are and they have a very healthy parent/child relationship from what iâve seen#*
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Prompt 24 - Kid Fic
@wolfstarmicrofic July 24, word count 975
Part five of werewolf Sirius
CW - Mentions of child abuse (Not described)
Previous part First part
When theyâd gotten back to the camp, Greyback had disappeared but a lot of the wolves that had been friendly to him since he got there were now keeping their distance. It was definitely because of what Greyback had said the day before. And then the whole Regulus thing. Regulus's death had been reported in the papers. Sirius had mourned him, but now there was a chance that he was still alive. Sirius slept poorly that night. He dreamed of his brother.
âSirius, Sirius, where are you?â The worried voice of his little brother cried out in the dark.Â
âHey, hey. Shhhhh, Iâm here,â Sirius soothed Regulus, slipping into his bed and cradling him against his chest. Regulus had night terrors almost nightly. Sirius normally got to Regulusâs room quicker, but his mother had punished him that afternoon when he covered for Regulus when heâd dropped a glass at lunchtime. He was so sore that heâd just fallen asleep and was woken by Regulusâs screams. He had to get Regulus to stop quickly or else their mother would come and Sirius would have to listen to Regulusâs screams without being able to help him.Â
Regulus was shaking in his arms. Sirius began telling him fairy tales from a muggle book heâd read in the local library. His parents, of course, had no idea he'd even stepped foot in a muggle library, but there were only so many times he could read Babbitty Rabbitty and her Cackling Stump before he went insane. Tonightâs story was about a mermaid who fell in love with a prince and traded her voice to a sea witch in exchange for legs. It did not have a happy ending, but that was muggles for you.
Regulus had fallen asleep by the end and an exhausted Sirius followed soon after. He slipped out when the birds first started chirping and went back to his own bed.Â
âWhat do you boys have planned today?â Orion asked over the top of his newspaper when they came down for breakfast, already dressed in smart clothing befitting the young heir and his brother of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.
âI thought we could go out into the gardens and identify the uses of the magical plants in the greenhouses,â Sirius said as formally as he could. He didnât care about the plants, he wanted an excuse to be outside all day so he could teach Reggie how to fly.Â
âUh huh,â Orion raised his eyebrow. âNo more than five feet off the ground and do not let your mother catch you. Ensure you are back inside and presentable before lunch is served.â Sirius and Regulus wolfed their food down and hurried outside.Â
âAre we really going to fly?!â Regulus asked him excitedly. Sirius couldnât help the smile that spread across his face.Â
âWe are,â Regulus leapt into his arms and hugged him tightly. âYou have to listen to everything I say, Reggie, okay?â Regulus dropped his feet back to the floor and nodded his head so hard his curls flew everywhere. âGood. Follow me.âÂ
Sirius pulled out two brooms from the small broom shed behind the greenhouses. âOkay, so first thing you have to put your hand above the broom and very clearly and confidently say âUpâ, like this. Up,â He ordered the broom and it shot into his hand. Regulus took a deep breath and copied Siriusâs movements.Â
âUp,â He said quietly. The broom didnât move. He looked at Sirius, his eyes filling with tears.Â
âDonât worry, try again. Just be a bit more confident. You can do it, I believe in you,â Sirius ruffled Regulusâs curls.Â
âUp,â Regulus repeated, his voice a little stronger. âSirius, did you see, did you see? It moved!â The broom had rolled over.Â
âAmazing, try again,â Sirius encouraged. It took a few more attempts, but finally, the broom rose to Regulusâs waiting hand. Â
âWell done, Reggie. Alright, step number two. Kick off gently from the ground and weâll hover. Be careful not to kick off too hard, or youâll rise too high. Copy me,â Sirius barely pushed his feet from the ground and slowly rose until his toes were just brushing the grass.Â
Regulus had a death grip on his broom handle, but he copied Sirius exactly and rose to the same height. Being shorter than Sirius, his feet were a bit higher off the ground than his brothers.Â
âWow, that was excellent, Reggie, Iâm so proud of you. Right, youâre going to lean forward and follow me. Weâll start with a few circles.â Sirius showed him how to make the broom move, and soon they were racing around the garden having a wonderful time.Â
âBoys,â Orion called them in just before lunch. He shook his head when they ran over to him after landing and putting their brooms away. He raised his wand and both boys tensed, but Orion just used Scourgify on their sweaty faces, smoothed their wayward hair and straightened their rumpled clothes. âHurry up, your mother will be back shortly,â Orion warned, before returning to the house. Â
âI love you, Sirius,â Regulus threw his arms around Siriusâs middle.Â
âI love you too, Reggie,â Sirius chuckled, stroking his brotherâs head. He kept an arm wrapped around him as they went to join their parents for lunch, only letting go when they were outside the dining room.
Sirius woke crying as the dream still played behind his eyes. He and Regulus had been so close when they were young, it was only when heâd left for Hogwarts and made his first-ever friends and been sorted into Gryffindor that they had begun to drift apart, and it had only gotten worse over the years.
âDonât worry, sweetheart, weâll find him,â Remus whispered lovingly into his ear, pulling him closer and lulling him back to sleep.Â
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#negativity cw#parent mention cw#mother mention cw#my mom confided a lot of stuff in me tonight#and I donât even want to write all of it down#but basically my youngest sibling graduates college in the next 2.5 years#and after weâre all moved out my parentsâ marriage might take a different turn#Itâs been on the horizon since I was 13-14#But for it to be happening now. I mean Iâm 25 and moved out and everything#But still itâs going to shake up everything if it does happen.#Everything will be different
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Murder Drones Fanfic - Dove Feathers
tw// disordered eating, unhealthy weight loss, self hatred, depression, abusive parents, illness
Another day working at the Elliott Manor, it was pretty normal as of late for the little maid drone known simply as J. Every day was usually the same. Wake up her dearest friend Tessa, lay out Tessa's clothes, make sure Tessa made it to studies on time, bring Tessa some mid-morning tea, some tidying in the manor, bring Tessa back to her room from studies and then keep Tessa entertained until dinner time, and then the nightly routines.
Lately, N had been having some minor programming issues, so J had to pick up the slack on his work load.
"Fucking hell, it's almost like I have to do a lot of the workload myself," J groaned as she brought up some fresh dresses for Tessa to wear while on wakeup call for the beloved human girl.
J smiled a little thinking about her favourite human. The maid drone might have been stern, stoic, and grumpy, but around Tessa she didn't feel those emotions as much. She felt happy to help, more receptive to feed back from the girl, and looking for loopholes so they could make the best of the situation. The platinum haired drone blissfully, with a skip in her step, strolled down the hallway, thinking about part of a story Tessa had to study.
"The lovely gift of finding a strand of your beloved's long hair is like finding a feather left behind by an angel," J thought, not thinking too much at first, but recalled that in the last couple days of cleaning Tessa's bedroom, she was finding a bit more than usual of the cool-dark strands about. "Dove feathers," J joked to herself as she got closer to Tessa's bedroom door, but stopped upon hearing the soft sobs of the 11 year old girl.
J gently pushed the door open of the room, and as soon as Tessa heard the sound of the door, she stuffed something into her left night table drawer and put on a mourning veil, the dark heavier-tulle draped however over the back of Tessa's head instead of her face.
Tessa wiped her eyes and smiled happily to J. "Good Morning, Jaybird," Tessa greeted, trying to sound cheerful.
The maid drone approached Tessa and greeted, "Good Morning, little princess," before seeing Tessa's sparkling grey eyes fight back teardrops, "What's wrong?"
"I'm 'right, Jaybird... honest," the girl with the big dark blue bow insisted, finally able to push her sad feelings away. She was about to speak when her stomach grumbled.
"Sounds like you could use something to eat," J chuckled, smiling happily until she saw the 11-year-old girl's expression of sorrow.
"Just tea today, J, I'm not that hungry."
J stood in waiting, worry filled her core, standing by for Tessa asking for assistance.
The Elliott Heiress stepped behind her changing screen with a dress and was changing. "I don't need to eat, I'm..." she stopped explaining in a somber tone before trying to sound more cheery, "Pretending to be a drone today, I don't need to eat anything, just a spot of coolant or oil will do."
J, upon being called by Tessa, began walking over to the screen, seeing a lot more 'dove feathers' than before, in a trail, even a bigger group of strands, this was worrying.
"Could you synch the back for me, Jaybird? My dress is a little loose."
The platinum haired maid began to comply, helping tighten the ribbon at the waist. "You really like your mourning veil from the mausoleum, huh, Tessa?" J assessed politely, trying to make conversation.
"Oh, y-yeah, thank you," Tessa replied trying to sound cheerful, but her voice was a bit sad, "It helps me feel better about things."
J offered politely once she made sure the bow at the back of Tessa's dress was secured and tied, as over the last little while Tessa had been rescinding the offer, "I haven't been on night-time brush duty for a while, Tessa, are you doing alright on your own or do you want some-" stopped before she could even finish the sentence.
"NO!" Tessa yelped in fright while jumping back a little, realizing who she was talking to. "I'm sorry, J... but, no thank you. Sorry I got scared." Despite needing a hug badly, Tessa had to go downstairs to the dining hall since it was too rainy for the family to enjoy breakfast in the sunroom.
J stayed back, deciding to help clean up in Tessa's room, but also as a way of sleuthing. The drone kept cleaning up around the room, little stray pieces of wire, some screws, some slags from a soldering gun. And a lot more cool-black hairs.
J approached Tessa's vanity desk, where there was a lot more broken strands laying about. She opened a drawer to find Tess' hairbrush and she felt her LED eyes go into the ring mode.
There was clumps of frail black hair stuck to the brush.
The maid looked more closely at the hairs, assessing the ends. Having been the drone that helped Tessa when collecting for wigs and sewing them, she knew what a point cut or blunt cut or even the drag marks of a razor comb looked like when Tessa borrowed them from her dad when she couldn't find the sewing scissors. But it was clear that this was breakage, the ends were frayed and straw-like.
J went to find N who was in the library working close to the drone Tessa affectionately called "Vivianna" when she was younger.
The cheery little butler was trying out his recently repaired wrist nodes in helping put away the books Louisa had read the night before. V was working diligently to take out all the books Tessa would need for her tutoring for the day.
J approached N and bonked him on the back of the head. "Hey, Insipid Intern!" she greeted in an aggressive tone, "Why didn't you tell me about Tessa."
N turned his attention to where the slap came from, almost turning his head most of the way around like an owl, trilling with a happy voice, "Oh, Hi J! I don't know what you mean."
The pigtailed drone held up a clump of black hair and ordered with a snarl, "The fact Tessa's shedding hair like a border collie in the summer!" she put her hands on her hips, still holding the scraggled cluster of strands, "That and the fact she's not eating. So spill the tea or I'll spill some tea on you."
N blinked his bright alabaster LED eyes in confusion, still smiling in bemusement.
The maid with her grey hair done back in a low bun, knew some intel and spoke up, "Louisa has been trying to get Tessa to cut back on caloric intake," she adjusted her glasses and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "It's likely in an attempt at keeping Tessa thinner, despite the fact that a growing girl needs nutrients and calories to grow."
"That still doesn't explain the hair loss."
V went over to a medical book of symptoms for kids and opened it up, reading aloud to try to be helpful, "Hair loss, can be caused by lack of proper nutrition, stress, certain medical treatments, over exposure to chemicals, or ailments." She closed the book and stated with a half smile, "Hope that gives some insight, boss."
J turned her attention back to N. "N, I don't like you but I'm going to need you to be a mule for me."
The happy little snowy-haired butler giggled happily before responding joyfully, "I like doing anything."
J commanded, "I want you later when you're in the kitchen to go into the pantry and get me some protein bars and some dried fruits. Hide them under your helmet so when you do go up to Tessa later you can give her something to eat."
"Is there anything you want me to help with?" V asked curiously, standing at attention but smiling in a hopeful manner, "Mrs Elliott is sending me on a pharmacy run."
"You're going to have to buy a bottle of children's chewable vitamins for Tessa. We need to do absolutely everything to get her healthy again without arousing suspicions from Mrs Elliott, who is likely monitoring Tessa's figure."
The two drones nodded, accepting their tasks.
N asked curiously as he tilted his head like a dog, "But what about you, J? What's your mission?"
"I'm going to be Tessa's emotional support and try to coax her back before she starts having an ED like her mother."
After Tessa was done her studies, she was feeling really light-headed. The poor girl had trouble focusing at all to the tutor's lesson. She grabbed an umbrella to go outside despite it still raining.
The Elliott girl was about to take a step when she started to lose her balance, when suddenly she fell into the arms of a drone. She smiled as she heard the voice behind her.
"Oops there, don't want you falling down, Tessa."
"Th-thank you, Jaybird," Tessa spoke somberly as she was helped to stand upright again, "You didn't have to, I would've been alright."
J worriedly asked, "Why are you going out?" she talked in front of Tessa and held her hands soothingly, "You're not feeling well and you could catch cold if you go out in the rain."
Tessa shrugged it off with a smile. "Oh, it's no issue, J, honest."
"Princess, I need you to listen to me," J ordered firmly, "I can't risk you getting more sick."
Tessa got really upset now, her temper flared like a firecracker due to her being more ravenous than a dingo in a bakery's dumpster. Tessa's heart stung, the adoring little pet name was now an insult. "Don't call me that, and maybe there's a reason I want to go outside, J. Why are you controlling me?"
"What's wrong with calling you a princess, Tessa? Princesses are strong and brave. They lead with kindness and endure perils that no little girl should ever have to live through."
"PRINCESSES ARE ALSO BEAUTIFUL!" Tessa screamed back, her eyes welling up with tears as she took off her veil, showing the tattered wreck a-top her head, all uneven from breakage. Tessa sank to the floor, holding her self in a hug and crying. "How can I be a princess when I'm not thin enough and probably going to go bald as an egg? I'm just a mistake. A stupid, ugly, worthless mistake."
J sat on the ground next to Tessa and held the crying girl tightly. "Shhh, hey... We can get through this together,"
Tessa's hands shook as she held them out to look at them. "I'm so hungry that I screamed at you, but if I eat then I'll get in trouble, it's not fair. It's not fair, J, it's not fair. I just wanted to go to the raspberry plant by the graveyard so I could eat something."
J hugged Tessa from the side still, being reassuring and gentle as she spoke. "I know you're scared, but where is your Mother right now?"
"She's with Father right now, drinking wine in the bar area," Tessa answered as she wiped her tears, "Wh-why?"
J stood up, putting Tessa onto her shoulders like when the girl was much younger. "Well if that's the case, we're getting you to the kitchen, we're going to give you something to eat." She asked curiously as she started to walk along, Tessa hanging onto the top of the maid drone's head, "How little have you been eating?"
"I had some salted cucumber for breakfast and a single piece of toast with jam."
"Okay, that's good, that means Refeeding Syndrome won't be too big of a factor."
"Wait, what?" Tessa asked, as J brought her to the kitchen, "Have you been reading my medical books?"
"Somewhat," J replied, helping Tessa down off her shoulders before she went to the large industrial sized fridge, "What are you fixing for then, Tessa?"
"Strawberries... lots, please!" the ebony haired girl pleaded enthusiastically.
J brought Tessa a bowl of grapes, strawberries, and an apricot. "I know you want lots, but you don't want to shock your body and make yourself sick by over eating," the maid instructed caringly as she placed her hands on Tessa's left hand, "remember, small steps, Tess," she let go of her favourite human's hand to let her have the healthy snack.
Tessa still ravenously ate all the fresh fruit she was given, feeling a lot better once she had eaten. "I needed that, thank you Jaybird. I'm sorry I screamed at you."
"Hey, you had to get it out of your system. I get mad at other drones all the time when they get on my nerves," the wise words of the drone managed to make the human she adored giggle, J's most favourite sound in the world.
"C-could you maybe still call me a little princess, though? I... I still want to be called that, even if I don't feel that pretty."
Without missing a beat, J replied cheerfully, "Who said you're not pretty, princess?"
Tessa's eyes welled up and she hugged J tightly. "Thank you!"
"Remember, it's like that fairytale about the ogre princess, it's not about what's on the outside but about what's on the inside."
V came up to Tessa's room later, having snuck in the pocket of her dress the vitamins she had bought secretively at the pharmacy, she knocked on the door, and was happy to hear Tessa's voice sounding cheerful.
"Come in!"
The bespectacled maid drone opened the door to see J putting some very light weight bows on two braids of long hair at the back of Tessa's head. V came in and said cheerfully, "Oh! Miss Tessa, you look different."
Tessa giggled as she held up the stolen razor comb, "I'm trying out a new look!" she didn't want to admit what was going on, and she was in better spirits now, not realizing V knew. "Look, it's long at some parts and shorter in the back!" the girl trilled, showing off her black hair that was shoulder length at the back but much longer closer to the front. "It'll be a lot easier to care for."
J laughed cheerfully as she patted the 11-year-old human girl on the back, "Tessa's so talented and clever."
V gave Tessa the bottle of vitamins and responded while playing a little dumb, "I was sent down to the pharmacy to get some things and I saw these and thought you'd like them. They look like candy and are labelled as berry flavoured."
"Oh, silly, Vee!" the girl with the bows in her hair giggled, "These are vitamins! Not candy! But, I will still enjoy them!"
V went on her way, feeling happy she could sneakily help her friends' favourite human.
Once again it was just Tessa and J after V had left and N had dropped off some snacks that Tessa could hide in one of the decorative vintage jars she liked to collect.
Tessa took one of the vitamins and smiled happily to J, once she was done eating it, she giggled happily, "I guess you had a lot planned for helping save me, Jaybird."
J responded joyfully, glad to hear the joyfulness returned to her beloved's voice, "Anything for my little princess."
The Elliott heiress sat with her back straight and her head held high, because despite the set back and the lost dove feathers, she was once again soaring emotionally thanks to her Jaybird helping her, which after a few more weeks, Tessa was a lot healthier, helping carry her through until her Father put an end to the restrictive diet on his daughter.
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Batman by Alvaro MartĂnez Bueno
#alvaro martinez bueno#batman#dc#parent death tw#tw parent death#parent death cw#cw parent death#parent death mention
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uhhhh cw just in case but itâs really not bad
soooo mazie backstory yay
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Adrien Agreste as Family Line By Conan Gray
#jdfasklfjasklfj was listening to this song#and it just fits him so well#cw: angst#angst#adrien needs a hug#adrien agreste#gabriel agreste#adrien agreste angst#can i tag emilie if she's just inferred and not actually mentioned#eh ill refrain#conan gray#family line#miraculous ladybug#mlb#miraculous#ml#gabriel agrestes a+ parenting#also do i know why the last gif looks strange?#no. but im too tired to fix it
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