#tw:neglect

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Bathtubs, Closets, and Coming Home

For the servers daily prompt today "closet"

Eddie was giggling. 

Steve’s metalhead rockstar badass boyfriend was straight up fucking giggling. 

“Look at this, Sunshine,” He crowed, practically skipping into the ensuite bathroom, “There’s a clawfoot tub. Clawfoot!” 

Steve slowly made his way over to the bathroom, and by the time he was at the doorway, Eddie was lying fully clothed in said clawfoot bathtub. His legs were crossed and his arms were spread wide in front of him, a dragon with a weird porcelain horde. 

“Can you imagine the wicked wild sex we can have in this thing?” Eddie asked in a hushed whisper, his eyebrows waggling up and down. 

“Eddie!” Steve hissed, quickly glancing around to make sure that their realtor wasn’t standing nearby. 

Luckily Sophie seemed to be occupied elsewhere, so Steve felt brave enough to creep closer, linking his fingers with Eddie’s and giving their joined hands a single soft squeeze. From the moment they had set foot in the house, Eddie had been acting like a kid at Christmas, and the last thing Steve wanted to do was ruin his mood by being a sourpuss. 

“You’re not funny,” Steve teased, throwing on a mock pout just because he knew Eddie loved to kiss that look off his face. Sure enough, Eddie immediately sat up, turning to Steve so they were nose to nose, so close that Steve could smell his shampoo. 

“That’s because I’m hilarious,” Eddie declared, quickly smacking a kiss onto Steve’s lips before hauling himself out of the tub and striding back into the master bedroom, “And this place is perfect!”

Perfect. 

Steve’s heart seized up, and he leaned against the tub, trying to force himself to breathe steadily. 

On paper, Eddie was right, the house was perfect. With eight bedrooms, seven bathrooms, an absolutely ginormous kitchen, a gorgeous backyard, and a guest house on property for when any parents come to visit, it was a dream come true. The house had everything that had been on their list, and with Corroded Coffin’s newest single staying at the number one spot for the sixth week in a row, it was well within their price range. 

On paper, this was everything they were looking for. It was perfect. 

And yet here Steve was, standing in a bathroom trying not to have a complete meltdown. 

“I mean, come on!” Eddie shouted, his voice carrying through to the bathroom. Steve forced his body to walk, barely feeling every step he took as he basically frog marched back into the bedroom. 

Eddie was standing with his arms directly out to his sides, trying and failing to touch each side of the doorway to the walk in closet. There was a big fat grin on his face, and in any other moment, Steve would be dying of happiness instead of despair. 

“This closet is bigger than the entire trailer,” Eddie stated, giddy with the exhilaration of someone who had finally found everything they were looking for. Somehow that one single statement was the thing that pushed him over the edge. 

If Steve was a good partner, he would be happy too. He would rush over to Eddie’s side and pull him in close, show him how much he loved the house, and they would be living happily ever after. 

But Steve wasn’t a good partner. Steve was a selfish goddamn brat, and he couldn’t hide how utterly miserable the house was making him. He couldn’t fake a smile and he couldn't make the tears in his eyes go away, no matter how hard he blinked. 

And the worst part was, Eddie- who was the world’s best partner- instantly caught Steve’s shining eyes and wobbling lip. 

“Steve?”

Fuck. 

It was just his name, but it was the way Eddie said it. That soft tone, the gentle voice that was reserved just for Steve and maybe the kids on a particularly bad day. Compassion and love and understanding all wrapped in a sweet Eddie ribbon, an arrow that sailed right over all of his walls and pierced directly into Steve’s heart. 

“Come here,” Eddie commanded, trusting his hand out. Steve was like a puppet on a string, everything he did tied to whatever Eddie wanted. He swayed into the closet, letting his boyfriend pull him into his arms, setting them both down on the floor with care. They ended up sitting side by side on the ground, their backs against the wall, Steve’s head on Eddie’s shoulder with a comforting hand curled in his hair. 

“It’s great,” Steve tried, hating how thin the lie was. He wanted to be able to put on an act, play along for Eddie’s sake, but there was no way it was going to work. 

“You hate it,” Eddie whispered, and there it was. Steve wasn’t able to lie, but neither was Eddie, and the disappointment in his voice was crushing Steve’s lungs. 

“No,” Steve replied immediately. Eddie scoffed, and Steve pulled away, just enough so they could look at each other. He wanted Eddie to know he was honest when he said he didn’t hate the place, because he was being honest. Steve didn’t hate the house, he loved it, but he hated the way it made him feel. 

“It’s not the house, Eddie. The house is great,” Steve trailed off trying to find the words to explain but coming up empty. He sighed shortly, frustrated with himself as the explanation for the strange rolling feeling in his stomach didn’t come. ”I mean it’s exactly what you want. This is the kind of place you’ve been dreaming about since you were a kid.”

“What I want,” Eddie emphasized, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he looked at Steve, “But not what you want?” 

“I’m being stupid,” Steve shot back. When Eddie made a sound and tried to reach out, Steve stopped him, knowing this was important. “No, seriously, Eds. I know I’m being super fucking irrational,”

“What do you think you’re being irrational about, baby?” Eddie asked softly, linking their pinkies and looking at Steve with those big brown eyes. 

“You grew up wanting a house like this. I grew up in a house just like this,” Steve explained, closing his eyes as he did. He wouldn’t be able to look at Eddie as he said it, wouldn’t be able to get through without losing it as he finally got to the heart of why this house scared him so badly, “It wasn’t all it was cracked up to be,”

It was irrational. Eddie wasn’t going to stop loving him the second they bought the house. He wasn’t going to leave Steve alone in a tomb of their own making. They weren’t his parents. 

Steve’s brain understood that, now he just needed to get his heart on board. 

“Oh honey,” Eddie murmured. If it was anyone else, there would be pity there, and Steve wouldn’t be able to help being angry. But it was Eddie, who understood him more than almost anyone, and there was nothing to be upset about. 

“Listen to me Steve Buckley, and listen well” Eddie began, his voice firm and filled to bursting with love. A shiver rolled down Steve’s spine, and a small spark of joy burst in his chest as he heard his full name. Even just that reminder was enough to tell him he was never going to be alone again. No matter what happened, he had Robin. 

“I would be happy if we were living in a shoebox under an underpass. We can stop all this right now and live in the trailer for the rest of our lives. I don’t care where we are, or what we’re doing. I just want to come home to you."

And that was all he needed to hear. Steve already knew that, but now he understood it. Eddie might have to go on tour, or to record, or just need his own space, but this would be their home, and he would always come back to it.

To Steve.

“I love you so much,” Steve whispered, leaning forward for a kiss. It was a chaste thing, small and sweet but carrying the promise of everything that was to come. 

“Well boys?” Their realtor said from the doorway. They instantly broke away, both turning to face her with fear. Sophie was watching them with a knowing smirk, holding her pad and pencil like she already was aware of what they were going to say. 

“We'll take it,” Steve declared. 

[askjessestjames]

is that [CHOI SOOBIN]? no, that’s just [ONG KANGDAE]. [HE] is [NINETEEN] years old and is a [YOUTUBER/MUSICIAN]. rumor has it they’ve been in town for [FIFTEEN YEARS]. on a good day, they’re [KIND & COMPASSIONATE]. but watch out! they can also be [IMPULSIVE & SARCASTIC]. [STAY GOLD BY BTS] plays in my head whenever i think of them. can’t wait to see them around springhill!

- hello there, this is my cute baby kangdae. please read the following and immediately love him, i won't accept anything less xD

- anyways, baby was born december 3rd, 2000, in busan, south korea.

- he didn't have the best parents, they were drunks, and emotionally abusive and neglectful to poor baby kangdae. it got to the point where he was removed from their custody when he was four and sent to live with his father's estranged, and much nicer, brother in springhill.

- he was very shy at first, mainly due to his lack of english skills, but he quickly grew comfortable, thanks to his uncle speaking to him in korean and teaching him english alongside it.

-by the time he was supposed to start school, kangdae was pretty okay at english. he got made fun of at school though, because while he was okay at it, he still struggled and little kids are brutal.

- even as he grew fluent in the language he was still bullied, only having one true friend by his side.

- he turned to youtube as his escape, he started posting videos at 15, mainly song covers, but there were a few originals sprinkled in there. his channel grew in popularity fairly steadily and by the time he was graduating high school, he had about 3 million subscribers and had landed a record deal.

 - instead of moving to new york, where his label was, he decided the hour commute was worth it if it meant staying close to his friend and family.

- baby is very gay, came out when he was 17, through a video a la joey graceffa, using a song and employing his boyfriend at the time to play the romantic interest in the video.

- his first album was pretty successful and he’s currently working on his second album while he posts videos on youtube.

-anyways yeah, that’s him, so uh, love him?

[ephemeral--ingenue]

Does anyone else remember a period in the 90′s (and probably early 2000′s as well) where a lot of children’s media focused on the family unit being broken apart, the parents getting divorced or the parents neglecting/being emotionally abusive to the kids of the story. And it almost always resolved itself at the end. Either the parents would finally realize their kid needed their attention or understanding or the parents would get back together.

I wonder how damaging that actually was to watch as a child with divorced and abusive parents. I wonder how much I used those tropes to wait for my parents to give me compassion or get back together and made excuses for their behavior because “it will stop, at the end they’ll take accountability for how they acted” and it just never happened lol. 

This sounds really depressing so sorry if it makes anyone sad, but I really wonder, you know? And I wonder if there is anyone else out there that can relate to little kid me in this way.

[thorinsbeard]

I've spoken about my mother neglecting me/my sister as kids before but she never once has put us kids first over men/her social life in her life. Me: If my new work calls and I say no, I lose my job her: But I'm going out so you'll just have to tell them you can't get there today. I literally will lose any job if I don't do their shifts. Tbh I'm starting to think there's no possible way it's going to work being a casual at this new place because it's so much further away than where I live. ;-; there's no way I can get there in less than an hour/an hour and a half from where I live because I have no car/transport and rely on bus or other people. Hfffffff I wish my company hadn't moved inside the other one honestly.

[beardyplaysgames]

Guess I shouldn't be surprised. When has my mother ever put her own kids first? But no as usual her focus is social life (I'm still never going to forgive her for pretty much saying she'd rather me be homeless than live with an abusive person am I) or the fact because of said abuser I ran to a whole different city so I didn't endanger myself and I'm not going to forgive her for neglecting me as a kid/teen. She can't even leave a music club early to make sure she picks me up from work . And I'm sorry I'm just so angry. I usually am forgiving. I'm just a bit...done.

[beaherohdiscord-blog]

Congratulations Larkspur! You have been accepted as Canon A-3 Student Shouta Todoroki. Check out the navigation ‘after acceptance’ section and get your blog in before the opening date.

Below the cut is a portion of Larkspur’s application. Get to know her character!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

Name/alias: Larkspur Timezone: PST Pronouns: he/him Activity level: Very active

CANON CHARACTER:

Name: Shouto Todoroki Age: 18 Pronouns: he/him Teacher/Student/Civilian/Villain/Pro-Hero/Other: Student Hero Name: Shouto Quirk type and description: Half-Hot Half-Cold, the left side of his body projects fire and the right side projects Sexuality: Pansexual Trigger warnings (in bio): Child abuse, parental neglect

BIOGRAPHY: Born out of a Quirk Marriage, Shouto is the child of Rei Todoroki and Enji Todoroki, also known as the pro hero Endeavor. In the past, Endeavor used his wealth to buy out Rei’s family, for the sole purpose of using Rei to create a child with a powerful quirk. After Shouto’s birth, Endeavor focused on strengthening him so that he could one day face the current number one hero All Might- however his “training” with his son, which began as young as 5 years old, involved brutally harming him and pushing him to the point of exhaustion. As Shouto cried, his mother would attempt to defend him; however this lead to her getting abused by Endeavor right in front of Shouto. Rei eventually broke down from the constant domestic abuse, finding it painful to even look at Shouto’s left side because it reminded her of Enji. One day she snapped, and threw boiling water over the boy’s face, giving him a burn over his left eye. As a result of this, Endeavor put Rei in a hospital for an indefinite period of time, and continued with his harsh treatment of Shouto. Due to his traumatic upbringing, Shouto grew cold and distant over the years, eventually obsessing over rejecting his father as well as the “hot” half of his quirk. However, thanks to Midoriya he’s since learned that he isn’t a prisoner of his lineage, and that his life is his do do whatever he wants with it. This encounter with Deku changes his world view, and now he focuses on becoming a pro-hero.

PERSONALITY

Three positive traits: Level-headed, intelligent, strong Three negative traits: Aloof, somewhat arrogant, socially awkward

[sacrifier]

(JENNA COLEMEN, 34, SHE/HER). Welcome to Mystic Falls, MILLIE OSWIN. Rumour’s say they act a bit like SAM MERLOTTE but they don’t see it. They are a SHAPESHIFTER, but only they could tell you the facts. When they walk by, people hear the song LOYAL BY LAUREN DAIGLE echoing through their ears. Who knows what people will say when they find out SHE'S TRYING TO FIND HER REAL FAMILY .

About ⮞

Family ⮞

Name:Millie Joy Oswin

Age: 34

Species: Shapeshifter

Occupation: Teacher

Based Upon: Sam Merlotte

Positive Traits: Amicable, Courteous, Devoted

Negative Traits: Emotional, Over-Bearing, Blunt

Story ⮞

Parents: Unknown

Siblings: Unknown

The life of Millie Oswin, many people aren’t certain of who she truly is. For many years she grew up in a household that did not care for her well-being, the shapeshifter community wasn’t one in that was high up in the supernatural ranks. They were the peasants so to say, they lived their lives in trailer park & were often in trouble with the law. She’s not entirely too certain who her actually family are, as a young child she was left on the entrance of the trailer park in Texas; nobody saw who left her, just a simple note ‘millie joy oswin, our dearest daughter, we’re sorry’ 

Years went by, her childhood wasn’t pleasant & even at a young age she had to earn her keep. She was given the leftovers at mealtimes, old second hand clothes & eventually she had enough. Rumours spread around the park, that her family were on a target list with the supernatural law. She began waiting for the best moment to leave & find her family at whatever cost. 

At the age of 16, she ran away; stealing whatever she could from those that were meant to ‘raise’ her. She knew they’d come looking eventually, but it was a risk she was willing to take. She passed through towns, asking questions about her family, seeking the truth if she could. For 8 long hard years, she tried to earn an honest living. Becoming a waitress, store assistant, bar tender; until someone saw good nature in her and offered her a chance to study. She passed her teaching degrees with flying colours, her ambition to help children, so they wouldn’t struggle like she did.

An opening as an English teacher came up at Mystic Falls High, she had heard the stories of how all supernatural for some reason took home there. & so Millie began to finally settle into a place she called home, living in a small cosy 2 bed house on the edge of town, she should have been happy- but an empty hole resides in her.

Connections ⮞

BEST FRIEND 30/40 ⮕ They look awfully like ( MALE UTP). This connection (DOES NOT) require you contacting the RPer before applying.

Details for the connection are ⮕ Upon Millie’s arrival into Mystic Falls 10 years ago, these two hit it off & became a strong duo. People often wonder if there is something more between these two as their minds seem to understand each other so clearly. They do not know about her being a shapeshifter, as she’s worried in how they’d react. Millie doesn’t want to lose the only person she fully trusts.

FAMILY ANY AGE ⮕ They look awfully like ( UTP). This connection (DOES NOT) require you contacting the RPer before applying.

Details for the connection are ⮕ Millie doesn’t know who her real family are, she’s been dreaming of them for many years & building up the perfect idea of them. Her mother had dropped her off at the shapeshifter park back when Millie was 8 years old. They separated themselves from a pack back in Florida before Millie was born, but this caused tense between them. & unfortunately her parents were framed for the murder of a high vampire, from then on they went on the run till one day the vampire law caught up with them. What happened after that? Nobody knows... 

[batarangtotheheart]

Neglected

Mel here. just something I whipped up for @protegoparacosm

Royalty. Aurora scoffed at the idea. Sure, some nations could use some leadership. But the stuck-up royals who neglect their friends and family because they focus only on their royal status are what made Aurora's blood boil. Her status didn't mean anything to her. It was more of a bother. She loved the kingdom of Lucis, but her status only caused her pain and neglected feelings. Aurora knew her father and brother love her. But she couldn't remember the last time her father Regis held her. She couldn't remember the last time her brother Noctis ruffled her hair. She hadn't felt part of a family in a long time. The closest to a family she had now was Cor. Many knew him as "Cor the Immortal" or "Immortal Shogun" but Aurora knew him as Coco. Cor was an older man with short, brown hair and blue eyes. He dressed like everyone in the Citadel did; like an old person who never grew out of their emo phase. He wore black pants with a black, skull-printed shirt with black boots that had red soles. When they met she was only a baby. Now she was eight and he was thirty-five. Despite the age gap, Aurora looked up to Cor more than anything. They spent a lot of time together and days with him made Aurora's life a little less lonely. The nickname Coco originates from their special tradition where they eat Coco Puff's every time he comes home from battle. When asked why Aurora explained that she was "treating him for coming home alive to cure her loneliness." As she sat with him and ate a bowl of their treasured cereal, she recalled the day she first met him.

"Aurora!" A desperate call echoed down the hallways. "It's time for your lessons!" A small child, no older than five, peaked from her spot behind a pillar and poked out her tongue at the white-haired older aged woman who gave her lessons each day. She bolted from her spot and ignored the desperate cries behind her. As she ran, she bumped into another pillar and fell down. She looked up from her spot on the floor and shrieked in shock. It was not a pillar, but instead a very tall and scary looking man. "A pervert!" She screamed. The man seemed very panicked as he waved his hands frantically. "I'm not a pervert, you little-" He was cut off by a kick to the lower belt area. He clutched the area and groaned and Aurora used this distraction to run away. "Hey, stop!" The man yelled after her. Aurora grinned as she ran. "Can't catch me, perv!" "I'm not a pervert!" He yelled after her as he started to chase her. She was fast for an eight-year-old, but he was faster. He cornered her, towering above her. Instead of being scared, she just blinked as if nothing happened. "I'm the Princess. Touch me and your ass is grass." The man sighed. This was the princess. Of course. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Cor, and I'm not a pervert." After that, Aurora smiled and nodded. "Cool. Wanna play?" Cor blanked. She trusts too easily.

Aurora snapped out of it and glanced at Cor. She sipped the milk from her cereal quietly. She looked aside at the water from the small pond and grinned at him. "Hey, Coco." He looked up at her. She smirked and pointed to her new mustache formed from milk. "Even I can grow a proper mustache, why can't you?" A deadly look crossed his face and a tick-mark appeared on his forehead."You little-" "Aurora!" His words were cut off by Aurora's tutor. "It's time for lessons!" Aurora let out a child-like groan and set her bowl down. "But Coco just got home! I want to spend time with him." She growled stubbornly. Cor set his bowl down and got up. "Lessons are more important. I'll still be here when you come back." He said simply. His word was the law for Aurora and she sighed dejectedly and walked away with her tutor. Cor watched until they were out of sight and sighed as he picked up the bowls. As he started to walk down the hallways he noticed Drautos, captain of Kingsglaive.  He had short, brown hair and dangerous blue eyes. "You're too close. You are a distraction." He said bluntly. Cor rubbed his hand across his face. He knew this would come up eventually. "I have heard tales of your accomplishments, some I have seen myself. You are a skillful man, Cor Leonis. But you are not royalty." Drautos said carefully. "You should know your place, and keep there." He walked away and the warning hung too heavily in the air. As Aurora walked out of the lessons room, she noticed a head of fluffy black hair and grinned. "Noctis!" She shouted happily. The boy glanced at her before looking back toward a painting that hung on the wall. She smiled despite his ignoring her. "What are you doing?" She questioned happily. "I want to look around. Alone." Aurora noticed his sharp tone but her smile was unwavering. "Why alone? Isn't it more fun to have someone?" Noctis just sighed. "Sometimes. But sometimes it is okay to be alone." Aurora looked at the floor. "It isn't fun being alone all the time." Noctis finally looked at her. "You aren't alone." Her smile turned sad. "Not anymore. I have Cor now!" Just as Noctis opened his mouth Aurora gasped. "Cor!" She took off running, completely forgetting their conversation. Noctis blinked. She ran around everywhere but Cor wasn't to be found. "Coco?" She said quietly to herself, confused as to where he could be. Searching proved to be useless so she went around questioning everyone she came across until she spotted a large, sour-looking guard. She didn't really want to approach him, but her curiosity was stronger than her dislike. "Hello. Where is Cor?" The formalities were non-existant. She was less concerned about proper conversation than she was about Cor. The guard barely glanced but did a retake when he noticed it was Aurora. "He left today, Your Highness. Battle in Corbenic." Aurora teared up. "But, he just got home." The guard looked down, feeling guilty even though it wasn't him who sent Cor away. His apology was ignored as she ran away, back to her room. It was the first time the thought crossed her mind. Aurora spent the next six years with her brother and his friends, Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Scientia and her not-so-secret crush, Prompto Argentum. Despite constant complaints from her brother, she stuck with them throughout the six years and she grew a bond with each of them individually. Which brings this story to her, age 14. About to confess her feelings for her own brother's best friend, Prompto. They sat on a balcony, admiring the stars and talking about anything they wanted. "Say, Prompto..." Aurora said quietly. The boy turned his head and Aurora stopped to admire him. His blond hair shone against the light of the lamp and his blue eyes appeared purple. Her heart beat quicker. "Do you.. ever think about finding someone? To date." She let out. He smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Not really." Her heart dropped. "You don't like anyone?" Her voice was bordering hopeful and she knew it. Prompto's cheeks flushed and he coughed into his hand. "Well... not really. Why are you asking?"

Aurora's eyes widened at his question. "Well..." This was it. The words "I like you" were close to being spilled, but she couldn't bring herself to say them. "I just want to make sure if you did have a crush, that they're good enough for you." She laughed and it sounded truly genuine. After years of sadness, her talent was to laugh as if she was the happiest person in the world. Prompto smiled and wrapped his arm around her. "Thanks, Rora." She cursed herself quietly when her heartbeat quickened yet again but smiled anyway. "Of course, Prom." He left soon after, off to find her brother. It wasn't the second time. Nor the third. It wasn't even the fifth time the thought crossed her mind.

Two years. That is how long she endured the pain of knowing she would never be more than Noctis' sister, a friend, to Prompto. After that night, she was more reclused. She would even go to her lessons to avoid having to see her brother or his friends. She was really alone.

She laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She was 16 now, nearly an adult. She had just overheard plans of marrying her off. She scoffed tearfully. Her? With some stranger she doesn't love? Or even know... The thought was ridiculous to her, but not to her own father, apparently. Throughout the years, she had grown to be bitter toward her own family. Her father cared for her, she knew. He just had a shitty way of showing it. Same for Noctis. The only ones who ever really showed their care fully was Cor and her brother's friends. But Cor was gone and her brother's friends were just that: her brother's friends. She was completely alone, she realized. The thought crossed her mind again. She shook her head. Aurora was going to at least give herself a shot. The next day she sat next to Ignis while Gladio and Noctis fought. Prompto was cheering them both on. She cheered on Gladio because he ruffled her hair earlier. Noctis sweat-dropped when he heard the reasoning. His sister was so easily swayed. When Gladio struck the winning blow, she got out of her seat and cheered louder. Gladio just chuckled deeply. "Guess you're paying for lunch, Noctis." He stuck his hand out to him and Noctis took it. He dusted himself off and sighed. "A deal's a deal." Prompto cheered. "Thanks, Noct! I want some wing-" Noctis cut him off, "Hey! At least wait until we get there!" As Aurora watched them walk away, she realized she really didn't have a place with them. She turned to walk away when she was called by Prompto. "Hey, Rora. Aren't you gonna come too?" She turned and smiled. "I think I'll give Noct's wallet a break. Plus I'm not very hungry." Prompto nodded at this and ran to catch up with his friends.

When Aurora got back to her room, she finally gave into the thought. "Miss?" A tiny maid with thin, brown hair and kind brown eyes shook her. After a minute, the girl got worried and checked Aurora's pulse. A scream was heard throughout the entire citadel.

When Noctis returned, he had expected the usual calm and quiet citadel. Not loud crying and shouting. He got a bad feeling and it intensified after every step. He passed a couple of crying maids who only cried harder when they spotted him. Noctis ran to them. "What is going on? Is everything alright?" He questioned worriedly. The younger maid cried harder and the older put a hand on her shoulder and turned her head from him. "It is Princess Aurora." The maid would be glad she had looked away from the prince because if she hadn't, she would have seen the most grief to ever cross someone's face. Noctis ran. Fastest than he'd ever run before. As he passed each room, his mind floated back to when he and Aurora would run together, racing to see who was the better sibling. He could almost see the little black haired girl beside him, giggling and shouting. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't remember the last time he had even spent time with her; just them. When he was only a few feet from her door, his heart hurt. He didn't ask the maid exactly what she meant, instead his worry took over and he ran. His footsteps echoed as he walked, and everything else was eerily silent. He stood in front of her door. It wasn't usually closed. She had always left it open so that whoever needed someone knew they could talk to her. She was like that, too kind and trusting. He rested his forehead on the door that separated him from his fate and placed his shaky hand on the knob. He slowly twisted it open and stared. He expected Aurora to be sitting on her bed, giggling about how she pranked everyone again. She wasn't. Her room was completely empty. He stood there for a while until he was called. "Your Highness? Your father requests your presence." Noctis barely nodded in response. He hadn't seen his father in weeks, but surely he had answers as to where the hell Aurora was. He was escorted to the throne room where his father sat on the throne, his hand covering his face. He looked like he was barely keeping it together. Noctis' heart hardened. "Where is she?" He choked out. His father didn't look up, instead he raised his hand and signaled the guards out. Once it was just Noctis and him, Regis looked up and Noctis noticed his red eyes. His heart fell straight into hell and he had a feeling it wasn't coming back. "She's dead." Noctis felt like he had been hit by a truck that carried gallons of grief, and it had just been emptied onto him. He collapsed onto his knees. He stared at the floor on all fours. His eyes shut tightly to avoid the tears that were starting to pour down. "How?" He growled out, grief coating the single word. A white envelope was passed down to him. "Noctis" was etched out in his sister's messy handwriting. Regis said nothing, and Noctis snarled. "You tell me my sister, your daughter, is dead and all I get is a damn envelope? Tell me what the hell happened!" He screamed. His father looked down at him and Noctis swore he had never seen his father so broken. He knew he wasn't going to get anything out of him. Noctis snatched the envelope and walked out shakily. Hey Noct. Sorry I'm not there to tell you this, but I can't. Because I'm, well, dead. DON'T CRY, PLEASE. I'm fine! I don't really believe in Heaven so I don't know if I'll be seeing anyone, like Mom. Please don't blame yourself. I had been thinking about this since Cor left, so many years ago. They were gonna marry me off, you know? I don't even know his name. I was walking toward my next lesson and.. I heard some people talking about me getting married. I wasn't too worried and just thought they were some annoying guys who wanted to marry me. Until I heard Father's voice. He agreed. He agreed to something he knew I would never be okay with, Noct. I knew then that he and I would never really get along. He was another person I crossed off my very short list of people that made me feel like I wasn't alone. I feel bad telling you this but, you hadn't been on that list for a long time.. It wasn't really your fault, you had duties of Crown Prince and then you had your own friends. I was just the annoying little sister. I don't really know why I wrote this letter... Or any of the letters. I guess I just didn't want to die without an explanation. It really hurts, brother. I just.. don't want to hurt anymore. I love you. -Aurora

Noctis clutched the letter closely to his chest. When had she matured so much? Where was he, every time she thought of this? He didn't even remember the last thing he said to her, or what she said to him. Was it goodbye? Was it words of love? He didn't even know. What kind of shitty brother was he? The letter had dried wet marks, and he knew they weren't his tears that stained the paper.

Two weeks later, he finally emerged from his room. He looked different, even sadder than usual. His eyes carried a heavy look, and anyone could tell he was weighed down by grief. He sat at his usual spot away from the citadel, remembering the time Aurora followed him out there. She wanted to play a game, he wanted quiet. He sent her away. The quiet was interrupted by the sound of crunching leaves. He didn't look but he knew it was Prompto. His best friend sat next to him. "I'm sorry," Prompto whispered out. Noctis didn't look at him. "It isn't your fault, Prompto." It was then that Prompto let out sobs. "It was though! She... she left me a letter! She told me, Noctis. She told me she loved me. I told her I didn't like anyone! I basically rejected her, and she suffered because of it!" He sobbed. He put his head on Noctis' shoulder, wailing his apologies. Noctis' face tightened and he cried with him.

Back at the Citadel, Cor was finally returning after eight years of avoiding coming home. He felt guilty as he stared at the doors. Would Aurora ever forgive him? He wondered what she looked like now and if she had ever matured from the child he knew. He opened the doors and smiled slightly. If Aurora ever forgave him, he couldn't wait to tell her about his adventure over a bowl of their treasured shared food. He walks through the halls and spotted his old friend, Yoshi. "Yo!" He yelled at him. Yoshi turned and his eyes widened in surprise. "Cor. You're home." Cor grinned. "Sure am. How are you?" Yoshi furrowed his eyebrows. Last he remembered, Cor and the princess were extremely close. He would've thought Cor would be more.. broken. Yoshi's eyes widened. Unless... "I am fine. How are you, old friend?" Cor just crossed his arms. "I have grown much, as you can see. My time in Corbenic was certainly an adventure." Yoshi nodded. "Cor, haven't you heard the news about the princess?" Yoshi got straight to the point. To his surprise, Cor laughed loudly. "I have. Aurora? Getting married? Never. I bet she is holed up in her room right now, stubborn as ever."

Yoshi sighed, he knew it. "Where is she, anyway? Is she still whining over her lessons? I bet she grew up to be quite a feisty kiddo." Cor chuckled. Yoshi didn't want to be the one to ruin Cor, especially since he just got back from battle, but he didn't want him to hear it from a stranger. "Cor, she died." Cor stopped smiling. "That's not funny. She would never let herself be killed." He growled, glaring. "She would if she did it herself," Yoshi said simply. His old friend scoffed angrily. "Never." He was in denial. "See for yourself, Cor. I wouldn't joke about this. You know that." Cor took off. "Her room is still in the same place!" Yoshi yelled after him. Cor refused to believe it. Aurora? Dead by her own hand? Then again, he hadn't seen her in eight years. He had left her... He knew she was a lonely kid, her brother too busy to play with her. The only interaction she got was from her maids. He remembered the look in her eyes when he first met her. Her eyes held a thousand-year sadness and she looked like she was carrying the biggest amount of neglect and loneliness he had ever seen. And she had only been five. He would've thought she had made friends with how kind and open she was. He never would have thought she had... He couldn't finish his thought.

But of course, he was wrong. He never wanted to be wrong again in his life.

[andieforrester]

dead rabbit hopes - self para

maybe my beauty was only meant to be seen by the men a crow beside me, scavenger king, my body: a savaged thing.

She doesn’t check the mirror much– nothing good ever comes to greet her. It just makes the pain worse, more tangible. Dark purple on her neck, her cheek, her jaw reminds her of a closed fist because she talked back. Crusty dried blood on her lips and wrists reminds her of the time in solitude: darkness, cold, a sense of being lost. Chewing on her lips, eyes dripping salt into the new layers of flesh. But the undamaged parts seem the hardest to look at. Her chest is small, bony because when she does have food in front of her, it doesn’t want to go down her throat. But He still finds something there to touch. ( While she stares at the ceiling and begs for some way out. ) Her hips are sharp, too, no Kim Kardashian butt, almost-stick legs. None of that keeps Him away. When she looks at the unbattered places, she wishes they were just as ugly as everything else, in a way. Maybe if He just hit her, all over, everywhere, it’d be enough to keep Him from doing something worse. She doesn’t know why IT’s worse. IT hurts, but not like when his knuckles on her cheek almost send her to the floor and leave the room spinning. But IT’s worse. She drifts up to the ceiling with Marie and Harriet and Joan when IT’s happening. She tries not to watch, listen, know. She just leaves, takes a break from being alive. Maybe that should make IT easier, but it doesn’t. So when she sees all of it, on her body, in the mirror, she frowns. If her body was really hers, there would be no purple. Or red-brown crust. Everything would be soft tan and rosy, glowing, and her teeth would always show because her lips would not be ripped and she would smile. All day. And she would be able to look at the other parts and like them. And maybe touch them ( she’s not that oblivious, she knows people do that. ) Now, they are tainted. His being has somehow attached to them permanently and looking at them reminds her that she lives in a house with fists and a basement and a bed that is unspeakably difficult to sleep in.

maybe my beauty was only meant to be seen on death’s bed a crow beside me, scavenger king, my body: ravishing. 

There is a sudden and profound sense of loss when it finally hits her, sitting by the window when a man passes and she tries out an introduction under her breath ( hi, I’m Alexandra, ) –no you’re not: Alexandra is dead. Whoever lives in this body now is not her. Alexandra died when He took too much: December 6, 2013. She’s angry, too. Tired. Tired of hiding, submitting, staying silent and defeated and chronically uncertain. ( Will He come back before she dies? Does she even want to live? Is it over? Is she ready for it to be over? ) She’s not ready. It’s her life, and she wants it back and she wants to try, maybe she can– her voice is raising, cuss words escape, she is fighting!– silenced by the basement door slamming. Quick, easy solution. She isn’t cuffed, but He knows she’ll stay down there, and she knows it, too, and it makes her want to destroy everything in this house, including herself. There are so many memories, sharp edges that cut into her consciousness. Failed escapes, horrific consequences for minor crimes ( like looking at the phone while it was ringing, ) the bed, lying in the basement and walking in and out of a body whose organs were slowly failing, asking for advice from dead people, always taking it. She stares at the spot where the old cuffs wait. — She remembers standing over herself there. Usually, she could only leave when IT was happening, but this was different. There was a sense of urgency, like she’d been allowed to leave in order to accomplish something. She remembers watching fluttering eyelashes, dry lips, nothing else moving but her fingers. They clenched into fists sometimes, like she was trying to hold on, but then relaxed, as if letting go. Marie? – A pink dress appeared. Yes? – I’m dying, right? – Yes. – Joan? – Chain maille. Yes? – Should I just crawl back in and go to sleep? – Are you ready? She knew she wasn’t then, and knelt down. Alexandra, she pleaded. Wake up and make Him help you. Alexandra didn’t move. Alexandra. Alexandra! She screamed at her for an hour, it seemed, then dug her nails into her raw wrists. A half-hearted moan answered. She dug harder, kicked her, shook her, held her eyelids open and begged. Finally, a hoarse cry. And He brought water. And she lived. A few days later, He let her come back upstairs. — She knew then, and she knows now. It’s not time, and she’s not giving up. The next morning, she fights better. Less yelling, more action. No time for fear or caution. A knife slips into her hand and He loses His advantage, and she’s shocked by how quickly the power shifts after twelve years of the same roles, over and over. She puts the knife down and He starts to rebuild– NO! She grabs the cutting board and swings. And when she stops, looks around, sees Him at her feet, she realizes she’s won. When she stands in front of the mirror at the hotel in Dallas, she notices a change. The bruises are barely there, light green. No crusty red. She’s still small, but there’s significantly less hollowness, and not just because she’s eating. She gets closer, looks at what she always kept her eyes away from before. A breast, she can say it, see it, even touch it, maybe, some day. It’s small, but not so ugly now. Round, holds itself up against gravity, somehow. She turns, looks at her butt, too. It’s not bad, either. Not all on its own. She puts on her pajamas and turns off the light. 

i’m ready to confess i’m hungry for you.

If every person on Earth has an opposite, Sam is His. Everything He made her feel, Sam seems to turn inside out, upside down, and she destroys the evidence of its existence ( momentarily. ) Still, she isn’t quite expecting everything that starts to happen. First, there’s the feeling of a crush, an innocent early stage of love. One she never got to before He interrupted everything. She blushes a lot and wants to be around her almost constantly, even though sometimes she gets nervous when she talks. Then it’s more, like a date to homecoming or prom. Someone she’s comfortable with, laughs with, but can open up to. Someone she’s starting to trust. Which is hard, and slow. There are a billion checkpoints for things like trust. A billion pauses to ensure she deserves such a high honor. And she wants to kiss her. Even when it doesn’t even fit into the situation, like, even when they’re in the middle of a conversation, some weird mouth magnet starts pulling her close to Sam’s mouth magnet and she has to tell it to stop– this is not the time. It’s weird. And one night she wakes up from a dream and there’s a weird aching feeling, but not a bad ache like in her bed in The House. It’s deep and internal and she tries to remember her dream, but all she sees is a wisp. Of Sam. Then it transforms again. Stronger, deeper. She thinks maybe this is how it feels to be in love. Like her heart pulls a little when she sees her, tries to jump out and join Sam’s and beat there inside her chest, the two of them together. She thinks she’s the most beautiful person the world has ever known, and the smartest and funniest and kindest and best. She’s the best. She wants to hold her hand all day. And everything else gets stronger, too. She starts to remember dreams, kisses that move away from lips, hands and bedsheets and– things. Things she didn’t know she could feel. And when Sam is kissing her, the ground disappears and she floats and they’re suspended in the air, no gravity, and nothing hurts then. Sam’s eyes look at her differently than she ever looked at herself. The opposite of how He looked at her. Like she’s the most exquisite work of art in a gallery, the brightest star in the sky, the goddess Aphrodite, Venus. Like she commands all the love and beauty in the universe. And it melts into her. And when she looks in the mirror, everything is new and reborn. Pure, almost, maybe. No bruises. Old scars, ignored by Sam’s eyes because they don’t change her vision. And she smiles because she’s tan. Rosy. Glowing. Teeth showing. Her body is muscle now, not bone. Her breasts are not vulnerable and timid, they are lovely. Her butt is still not Kim Kardashian’s, but it is made of donuts and pasta and pizza and running through the park at dawn and it is beautiful. And her insides are not all smashed up and destroyed and hurting, they are clean and well-loved and protected. And she even holds a hand up, cups it over a breast, holds it, faintly feels her heartbeat. And it’s okay. It is her own damn boob and she is allowed to touch it, and think it’s pretty, and value it equally with everything else. It is not tainted or dirty or bad, and neither is she. Sam says she’s brave, not a scared, submissive bitch. And she’s smart, not a dumb cunt. And she really thinks this is how love feels. And Sam’s hands, unlike His, heal a wound with every touch.

[hybridequalist]

One Little Word

Warning: this poem was written in anger and frustration. May contain sensitive themes.

Four letters “F” comes first One syllable The most destructive in the world

It is not replaced By the sweet thickness of fudge It is said loud and clear by all The damage never noticed

The harm is forgotten Mass suffering and death snags the attention Abandoning those who agonize in the supposedly Smaller and less important pain

Every day the words is said And when it is, the victims die For the lie passes their lips without thought “How are you? I am fine.”

Four letters That cover the torment One syllable That silences hope for aid

Mindless, the word flies through a listener's ears No pausing to pursue the matter Their hearing cannot detect the screaming Deaf to what such a brief utterance can mean

Fine is what one is supposed to be On any particular day of life Mayhap it is a shield to protect another But in truth it is a wall hiding a miserable soul

No other word has the strength To conceal and convince How it drives its captives mad Swallowing each desperate desire for help

Four letters Stronger than floodgates and better woven than disguise One syllable To keep back the tears and maintain the mask

It makes one long to tear their flesh open Write bold things with blood on the walls Because ink and pen is no longer sufficient To express the torture they experience in the darkness of homes and families

A word to keep the fearful secrets back Hide away the ugly and maintain beauty Better than concealer to cover bruises And bandages over festering wounds

It is not their business or It is not appropriate One is not supposed to burden their fellows, after all Not with such meaningless personal garbage

Four letters To keep the world at peace One syllable Isolating those who need nothing more than love

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

Reading through your wedding post made me so happy, but then I read about Falco's family 😭 Do you think you could write some of your headcannons of you and Reiner watching Falco for a week while his brother goes on a business trip or something. I can only picture by the end of the week that the house is full of the kids because none of them want to go home because Falco misses his brother and hes sad!! 😭😭

I'm so happy you enjoyed it! And that's such a sweet and thoughtful request how could i say no :( my god it sounds like the perfect comfort fic to write and honestly Falco deserves it💛

And the kiddos comforting Falco is a really adorable idea especially since he's the one looking out for everyone and comforting them most of the time, i can only imagine how loved he'd be by them.

Falco spending a week with you and Reiner

{ Reiner x reader | tw:deceased parents tw:neglectful parents | reverse comfort, fluff | modern }

{ "Tales of Enchantment" by Frank O. Salisbury 1874–1962 }

Around 5am, you and Reiner were waiting in the living room, each holding a cup of coffee. In the past days you got a call from Colt, asking if you can take care of Falco for a week, he sounded really apologetic and so you reassured him it's not trouble at all.

Apparently him and Zeke had a work related trip to a far away town, being understaffed in that town and all, the situation was dire and they couldn't refuse without their rating taking a huge hit not to mention morally too. But as a compensation, the company promised a higher pay to make their effort worth it.

You didn't notice the repeated knocking on the door till a couple seconds later, lack of sleep delaying your senses.

Opening it, you were met with an anxious Colt carrying his little brother in his arms, still asleep in his pajamas. Zeke from behind him carrying a couple bags and backpacks, he waved to you with a smile.

As Reiner took Falco in his arms and some of the bags too, you carried his Marvel school backpack and a list Colt made for all the things Falco needed and liked. He seemed to put a lot of effort in it, somethings in it you didn't even know yourself.

While tucking Falco in your bed, Reiner couldn't help but express his worry over Colt working himself to exhausting, both mentally and physically.

Yeah it was only a temporary thing till Colt graduates college and finds a stable good paying job, whilst taking care of his little brother as much as he can. He's been carrying Falco's responsibility on his shoulder since the funeral without a twitch or a complaint.

You think back to all the times you saw Colt, most being for mere minutes when he came to drop off the kids or pick them up just as his classes ended and before his shift at work started, barely having time for himself yet he chose to spend that little remaining free time on Falco and his friends.

You sit next to Reiner on the bed, gently brushing Falco's hair away from his face as he's sound asleep. He always looked up to his brother more than anyone else and would never let anyone talk badly about him.

It's like his own personal superhero.

"Do you think he'll be sad knowing he didn't get to say goodbye before Colt left?" You ask, still looking at Falco.

Reiner thinks for a moment before answering, "probably, but won't show it" he secures the blanket more around Falco, "sometimes I wonder who's more stubborn with showing their emotions, Gabi or Falco."

"I'd say Zofia wins the acting Oscar" you turn the lights off on your way out, "wasn't it for Udo, we wouldn't know how she's feeling half the time."

Around 10am, a very sleepy Falco merges out of the dark bedroom. Making his way to sit between you and Reiner on the couch, while carrying a blanket around him.

He leans into Reiner's hand when he strokes Falco's hair while you secure the blanket around him. Seeming unusual quiet, you and Reiner shared a knowing concerned look.

Offering to make him his favourite food for breakfast got a smiles out of Falco, Reiner even let him choose what shapes he wants his sunny side eggs as.

While he went to cook and prepare food, Falco shyly leans into your lap as if testing the water.

Please assure him it's okay to seek physical comfort from you, wrap your arms around him and he'll be embarrassed at first to ask to sit on your lap but will love it afterwards.

Just don't tell anyone about it okay? It's something his parents used to do when he was little.

When he heard about Gabi coming over today, he seemed to light up. While Udo and Zofia have weekend music lessons they couldn't make it till tomorrow.

While looking away, he asked if you could watch teen titans go with him.

The rest of the day went smoothly after that, Falco was a good kid in general and a really helpful and understanding person. He helped you both with chores and even attempted to cook pancakes.

While it came out burned, don't tell him that! He's really worried so please make him know you loved it and it was super delicious.

You and Reiner even took him to the dogs park nearby, he had pet so many good dogs till he couldn't count, even played fetch with one. After that you got ice cream on the way back.

When Gabi finally arrived, full of energy and enthusiastic about Falco staying over meaning she too will be staying over

All hell broke loose, it's like a switch had been flipped and the well behaved good boy Falco you know was completely weoponised by Gabi as she pulled him into her mischiefs

By himself, Falco is a good kid, well behaved, polite and responsible for his age. But with adding Gabi to the mix? They're a force to be reckon with.

You could see that Reiner was trying his hardest to deny that his closest cousin Gabi, was the bad influence on other kids all along.

You know? The one leading you off a cliff that your moms tells you not to follow? The rebellious kid with very strong opinions and the will to fist fight god? Yeah that one.

Apparently, no one gave Falco the cliff talk yet because he seemed far too eager to follow her to the end of the earth and down that cliff, he'd even jump hand in hand with her just to protect her from the sharp rocks under.

Gabi was actually looking forward to Falco staying over, since either way she'd spend a couple of days with you and Reiner whenever her parents are away or are too busy. She can't handle feeling lonely in the house, it's one of the worst feelings she's ever experienced.

It reached a point that Reiner gave her a copy of the keys, just so she could come in whenever even if you were at work. He too didn't like the idea of her being alone in a house all by herself, yet her parents didn't seem bothered at all.

But now she has a friend to spend the time with!

Falco was finding comfort in the fact that him and Gabi are currently in similar situations, while his was temporarily he felt better knowing he wasn't alone in this.

By the end of the the day, they managed to build a pillow fort in your living room. No one allowed to enter unless they're bearing offerings snacks

Around 10pm, when both of them fall asleep inside the fort. Falco hugging a pillow to his chest while Gabi still had a controller in her hand.

Of course Reiner took some pictures, how could he not? Especially with the way Falco's fingers were tangled with Gabi's as she had cookie crumbs around her mouth.

He also sent it to the groupchat Zeke made, reassuring Colt that Falco is having the time of his life whilst also sharing their adorable cousins with the rest of his friends.

The week went by faster than anyone could notice, good times always fly fast eh?

Each morning you and Reiner would walk Falco to the school bus before watching him sit next to Udo, sending him off with packed lunch and waving as the bus went away.

After school the rest of the kiddos will come with him home, keeping him company and helping him with homework too. They'd make sure to play Videgames right after.

Porco actually took over the duty of taking Zofia and Udo back to their houses, let's just say their mothers didn't like him at all, but reluctantly agreed after Reiner assured them he's a close family friend.

Each day around 6pm, Colt would video call him on his work break, sometimes with Zeke and other times alone. Falco would tell him about his day and Colt would praise him for all the good work he's done, he'd even share stories of his own and remind him to brush his teeth and eat his vegetables.

After each call, Falco will be noticeably more...down. can you blame him? He really misses him brother.

Sit next to him and hug him close please, he really needs it but he can't bring himself to ask for it. Soothe away his worries and don't mention it if his eyes start watering, just pull him against your chest and let him cry his heart out.

On nights he's particularly sad, he'd sneak into your bedroom to sleep between you and Reiner. It's something he used to do back when he was little, he can't help but miss his parents.

It makes him feel safe so make sure to keep a space for him in there always.

Please stroke his hair till he falls asleep like his mother used to do each night, and let him lean against you while watching cartoons like his father did.

You also noticed how...dotting the kiddos are around him during these times.

Gabi is more gentle with him, even willing to play the games he wants instead of hers. She always teams up with him and her words whenever they win make him smile.

Zofia shares her food with him, something so scarce. She gives up her turn on the tv for him and even defends his choice in what to watch if the others complain.

Udo is the one making him space on the school bus and walking with him home too. Helping him with his homework and holding his hand whenever he seemed to get sad.

Udo and Falco are a great emotional support to each other, they're not afraid to speak about their emotions to the other.

And naturally they're the most comforting, with Zofia botteling up her own emotions and Gabi wrestling through it, it's the two of them who work as the group emotional support backbone.

Reiner couldn't stop talking to you about how proud he is of Udo when he saw him comforting Falco these days, you couldn't agree more.

By the end of the week, the three kids were surrounding Falco on the couch as they played Mario karts.

Zofia was threatening to throw hands with whoever threw that blue shell at her making her last place, Gabi was too busy securing her first place spot.

Udo was leaving strategtic traps in his trail while in third place, making Zofia even more frustrated as she fell into every single one.

Falco was racing with Gabi in second place, attempting to push her kart or power through to the finish line.

When the black and white line came into view, Gabi and Falco's karts were separate by mere inches, both of them attempting to outrun the other.

And when Gabi managed to get a hold of the first spot for three seconds, a flying blue shell knocked her away. Making Falco the winner as he crossed the line.

To this day, Gabi doesn't know if which one of Zofia and Udo were the cause of her demise, but oh she will find the traitor and they will pay.

After that intense scene, they all shared a bag of cookies she brought from home! It was animal shaped.

[kibumkim]

untitled #2 (couldn’t think of a title) tw:neglect

i’m not a dancer but the way we talk and move around eachother makes me feel like i am one

i’m not an actor

but the way i have to put on a facade for you to reassure you that everything’s okay makes me feel like i am

i’m not a parent

but the way i had to grow up so quickly to take care of my siblings because you weren’t there makes me feel like i was

i’m not broken

but the way i’m still struggling to pick up the pieces of my lost childhood makes me feel like i am

i wasn’t neglected

but then i remember how emotionally unavailable u were for me when i needed you the most how lonely i felt

i’m not a stranger

but i feel as if everytime i step into your home i am i receive no words or praises just passive waves

i’m not invisible

but the way you look through me as if i don’t exist makes me feel like i am

what am i to you?

i have to wonder because you don’t treat me like your child

[thedensedoctor]

♥ - STAKED

Today, they had learned about subtraction. It was like addition, but a little bit different. Sometimes, Ford found that he still had to count things out on his fingers. Still, he wasn’t particularly frustrated by this. He was pretty sure he’d get the hang of it... Pretty sure.

Sitting in his bedroom, Ford grit his teeth, trying to focus on the worksheet he’d been given for homework. It was harder to concentrate here than in class, but he could do it. Look, it wasn’t that hard. 

4 - 2 = 23 - 2 = 16 - 3 = The sound of glass shattering downstairs made Ford flinch, along with the screams that followed it.

“Oh, way to go, jackass!”

“Don’t call me a jackass, you stupid bitch!”

Ford’s grip tightened on his pencil. 6 - 3 = 2. No wait, that wasn’t correct-

“Hey, where are you going- Where the hell do you think you’re going?!”

“Out! God, get off my dick, woman!”

“You’re always going out, these days! Who are you seeing, huh?! Why don’t you tell me that?! Some little tramp?!”

Come on, just.. ignore it. Just ignore the fighting. Why were they always fighting? 7 - 2 = 3... 4 -1 = 2. ...Counting was hard. Thinking was hard. This fight had been going on for almost a half an hour now, which was so much longer than usual...

“-Well in that case, maybe I’ll just leave for good!”

“Well maybe you should!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

The pressure on Ford’s pencil was so great, he could feel it threatening to snap in half under his thumb. He had to focus. The next question. Three minus... minus...

“And let me guess, you’re taking Ford with you?!”

“Don’t pawn him off on me, having him was your idea in the first place!” 

“Fine, sure, give me all the responsibility.”

“You’ve never taken responsibility for a goddamn thing in your life!”

As a tear fell from Ford’s cheek onto his worksheet, the small child was finally overwhelmed. He stood up abruptly, knocking his chair over in the process, and practically dove into bed. He hid under the bedsheets, sobbing, and pulled the pillow around his head so that it covered his ears. 

He hated this. He hated this. He wished he were somewhere else, far away from here. Far away from the yelling and screaming that always happened. He didn’t want Mommy to leave. He didn’t want Daddy to leave. He just wanted all the fighting to stop. 

On his desk, the worksheet laid unfinished. The final equation one that Ford couldn’t find it within himself to finish.

3 - 1 = __

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Oh no, wee Sylvie! What happened?

Also, for those viewers that need it: trigger warning for borderline abuse, child neglect.

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