#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... 

[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.

[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.

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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

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♥ - 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 = __