#tw: neglect
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Pairing: SBI family x reader (platonic, one shot), BASED OFF FROM CHARACTERS NOT ACTUAL PEOPLE
Warnings: child abuse/neglect, bullying, alcoholism, death of a parent, mentions of panic attacks, injury, mentions of a dog’s death, mentions of eating disorders, mentions of suicide attempts, depression
Word count: 7,730
(A/N): if you’re not feeling safe at home or are being abused, please contact the proper authorities. Here’s the abuse hotline: 1-800-799-7233, my DMs are always open if you want to talk
You met Tommy and Tubbo when you were in third grade. You were a relatively quiet kid, the type to always keep to themselves and abstain from social activity. Mrs. Jansen, being the nice woman that she was, let the entire class choose their own seats.
“Welcome to your first day of third grade, class! I’m Mrs. Jansen and I look forward to getting to know all of you. As you can see, there are enough desks for all of you. You may sit with who you want.”
You shifted around uneasily and gripped your book in your hands as your classmates hurried to get the back seats. After every seat was taken, you walked to the only seat left in the front. You were between a girl and a boy. They introduced themselves as Dorothy and Samuel, and were relatively kind to you.
As the class passed their second week, two boys that sat in the back row made themselves apparent very quickly. They were both rambunctious, always disrupting the class with their giggles and whispers. Mrs. Jansen had warned them multiple times that she was going to separate them, but it seemed that they didn’t think she’d do it. One day, she finally had enough.
“Tommy, Tubbo. I’ve given you plenty of warnings, I’m going to have to separate you. Dorothy, Samuel, can you please switch places with them?”
You could feel dread wash over you. Why was she putting you between them?! What did you do wrong to deserve this? You could swear that you’ve done all your chores, you even made your mom smile at you! She never did that.
They pouted as they sat next to you, Tommy on your right and Tubbo on your left. You already missed Samuel and Dorothy. “Thank you. (Y/n), make sure they behave.”
You shrunk down into your seat as you felt Tommy’s glare burning holes into the side of your head. Tubbo, on the other hand, was watching the lesson with bored eyes and his chin propped up in his hand. You tried to take notes, but you kept getting distracted by Tommy’s heated glare. You were going to fall behind, you couldn’t have that. Mama wouldn’t like that.
After the final bell rang, you hurried out of the classroom to avoid Tommy’s wrath. You could hear him shouting for you to stop, but you never stopped until your hand was grabbed and yanked backwards in the empty playground. You fell back onto the pavement of the basketball court and whimpered at the sting in your palms.
Tommy glared down at you, “you gonna cry? Serves you right. Never tell on Tubbo and I. Got it?”
You tearfully nodded and he grinned maliciously at you, “good. Tubbo, let’s go. Wil and Tech’s probably waiting for us.”
The brunet was staring at Tommy with a shocked expression, unmoving. Tommy rolled his eyes and huffed before he grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the crowd of families. Tubbo looked back at you with an apologetic expression and watched as you looked at your scratched up palms.
You wiped at your tears as you stood up and started to walk home. Your neighbor’s dog behind the wired fence barked at you as you hurried past it. You never liked that dog; it was a drooling, angry, ugly furball. It scared you, but not as much as Mama did when she drank her adult juice. She was scary when she drank it. You tried hiding it from her once but she grounded you from eating dinner and snacks for half a month. You didn’t try to hide it again.
You trudged up the creaky wooden stairs of your porch and tried to open the door only to find it locked. You tried to knock on the door but Mama didn’t answer so you just sat on the front porch waiting for her to open the door. She did so when the sun was setting, surprise and then anger shining through her hazy eyes. She yelled at you before she sent you to your room for the night without dinner.
The next day when you were sitting alone at a lunch table, someone plopped down in the seat next to you. You jumped and scooted away from them, looking up only to see Tubbo. He was smiling at you.
“Hey, I’m really sorry about Tommy, he gets mad easily.”
You eyed him warily and clutched your open book, “...it’s okay.”
He grinned and scooted closer to you, peering over your shoulder at the book. “What’re you reading?”
“‘Harry Potter’.”
“Oh I love that book! My favorite character’s Ron, who’s yours?”
Surprisingly, the conversation was pleasant before he was dragged away by a glaring Tommy. You might actually make a friend after all. Later that day after school, Tommy once again stopped you in the school yard. This time, he shoved you to the ground and started to shout at you.
“You do not talk to him, freak! You’re gonna mess him up, he talks to me and me only. Do you unde-undastunend?”
You gulped and shakily spoke up, “yes, and it’s ‘understand’, not ‘undastunend’.”
His glare intensified before he reared back a fist. You yelped as you curled into a ball with your hands protecting your head. Before he could hit you, you heard the stomping of shoes against the concrete.
“TOMMY STOP.”
You could feel a hand on your back and a gentle voice asking if you were alright. You hesitated before you looked up to see an older boy with a mop of curly brown hair on his head and wire glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He reminded you of Harry Potter. Looking past him, you saw a tall pink haired boy glaring and lecturing Tommy, holding the struggling boy in place with a firm grip on his elbow. Tubbo was just behind him looking down and shifting on the balls of his feet.
“I am so sorry about Tommy, are you alright? He didn’t hit you did he?”
You shook your head and the boy heaved a sigh of relief, “that’s good. I’m Wilbur and that’s Technoblade, we’re Tommy and Tubbo’s brothers. What’s your name?”
“(Y/n).”
He smiled at you, “that’s a lovely name.”
“Wilbur, let’s go. This one,” Technoblade shook Tommy’s arm, “needs to talk to Dad.”
You watched as Tommy’s movements stopped and he looked up with wide eyes. “No, please don’t tell Dad. Please-”
Wilbur stood and helped you up before grabbing Tubbo’s hand and lead him away, “you aren’t weaseling your way out of this.”
You watched the brothers leave, feeling guilt wash over you. You didn’t want to get him in trouble, punishments were the absolute worst. Even though he shoved you and almost punched you, he didn’t deserve any punishment. With guilt weighing down on your shoulders, you walked home. At least Mama was in a good mood, she made you some mac n cheese for dinner.
The next day, Tommy trudged up to your desk and put a tupperware dish on your desk before sitting down in his seat and ignored you. Tubbo sat in his seat next to you and smiled at you.
“Open it,” he jumped in his seat slightly as he watched your expression change to shock. In the container laid five chocolate chip cookies. You had only had cookies once in your life and that was during a class birthday celebration a year ago. “They’re our Dad’s secret recipe, I helped make them! Um, Tommy wanted to apologize to you.”
You glanced at Tommy. He was glancing at you over his shoulder and blushed a bright red when he saw you looking at him. Tubbo cleared his throat and gestured at Tommy. The blond crossed his arms and looked off to the side. “Sorry,” he mumbled halfheartedly.
After that, they started to sit next to you during lunch. Tommy was a bit cold towards you, but you found yourself beginning to relax around Tubbo’s friendly aura. Soon enough, you started to supply him with more than a few words per sentence. Tommy eventually got bored of eating in silence and would join your conversation. You three became thick as thieves that year, you even met their Dad. He was very different from Mama; he never yelled at you, he was always giving you snacks, and he even smiled at you often.
That house became like a second home to you. Eventually, you ended up spending more time at the Minecraft residence than you spent at home with your mom. Over the years, she got worse with her drinking. She was always passed out on the couch and when she wasn’t, she was swaying on her feet in the kitchen staring at a portrait with dazed, wistful eyes. You can remember when you first realized that she had a problem and always being unhappy and drunk was, in fact, not normal for a parent.
It was a warm spring day in seventh grade. Luckily, you had your health class with Tommy and Tubbo. You were currently learning about alcohol dependency and the effects it had on the body. The teacher listed all the symptoms your mom had; the uncontrollable urge to drink, the aggression, the shakiness and dizziness, everything. When you came to the realization that your mother might have a problem, the teacher started to explain the disorders and diseases that could come from heavy drinking, most of them having the potential to be fatal if the drinking persisted. You felt like you were drenched in icy water as your body seized up in fear for your mother. You stared unseeingly at your notebook at the symptoms of alcoholism and associated disorders. You didn’t want your mom to die. You had to do something before it was too late for her.
“(Y/n)?” You jumped and looked at the person who called your name. Tommy and Tubbo were giving you worried stares. “Are you okay?”
You shakily started to put your supplies away into your backpack. The class had been dismissed and you didn’t even realize it. “Y-yeah. It’s just- I’m worried.”
“Yeah, I’m worried too,” Tommy laughed as you followed the two out of the classroom and to the courtyard. “That essay’s gonna be awful.”
“Oh god we have an essay?”
“Yeah, Mr. Smithers assigned it to us before the bell rang, are you sure you’re okay? You’re usually on top of this stuff.” Tubbo threw a worried glance towards you.
“Yeah, just a bit distracted today. I uh, have to go home. Like right now, my mom wants me home right after school today.”
You sprinted off towards your house. When you reached your neighborhood and ran past the wired fence. The bulldog that lived there was now old and gray. You found out that his name was Buster and he was actually a total sweetheart if you slept next to him on the other side of the fence on more than one occasion. Buster watched from inside his doghouse as you sprinted into the house. Luckily for you, the door was unlocked and your mother was passed out on the couch surrounded by glass bottles. You locked the door behind you as you rushed over to her intensely watching for any sign of movement. She looked dead, her skin was pale, her hair matted, and her mouth gaping open showing off her yellow stained teeth. She wasn’t moving, were you too late?
Just as you started to panic, she snorted and started to breathe. You slumped in relief as you stepped over the beer bottles into the kitchen. The table was sparkly clean with a pristine picture frame resting in the middle, a stark contrast of the beer bottles that littered the floor and the piles of dirty dishes in the sink. It was of a man standing stiffly in a military uniform saluting at the camera with a stern expression. He was an exact copy of you. Well, you were an exact copy of him; that man was your late father.
“Hey Dad, how was your day? Mine was awful, I learned about alcoholism and cirrhosis today and- and I’m worried about Mom. She’s been drinking a lot lately.”
You stared at your dad’s face behind the glass as if expecting a response. You wanted some reassurance from the man. You wanted him to tell you everything was going to be okay and that he’d handle it so you could be a normal kid. Like usual, his steely expression didn’t budge one bit.
You sighed to yourself sadly and trudged to the refrigerator opening the door. The beer bottles stared back at you tauntingly. Your fingers twitched on the fridge door as you contemplated the consequences of throwing away the offending glass bottles. You remembered in second grade when you hid your mother’s alcohol she punished you by withholding food from you. She’d probably do worse this time, but the consequences were worth it if you were going to save your mother’s life.
It took you ten minutes of tossing alcohol into the garbage can until the fridge was left barren of the drink. Without the green bottles, the fridge was completely empty with the exception of milk and a few probably rotten eggs. You struggled to take the trash out to the curb and started to work on homework in your room.
At seven at night, you could hear her roll off the couch and stumble into the kitchen. A series of frantic rustling and banging sounded downstairs before you could hear pounding footsteps storm up the stairs. Your door flung open to reveal your red-faced, livid mother.
“What the fuck did you do?”
“M-mom I hid them because we learned about alcoholism and cirrhosis and-” You cut yourself off when she walked over to you with her arms extended towards your trembling frame. You tried to scoot as far away from her as possible, but she grabbed your shoulders with clammy but firm hands, shaking you roughly.
“Are you saying I have a problem?! You spoiled fucking brat, you’re the problem! Everything was amazing before you came and fucked up my life. You took him away from me. YOU FUCKING KILLED MY HUSBAND.”
You could feel tears start to drip down your cheeks as you remembered that day in first grade when you begged your dad to get you some McDonalds for dinner. When he relented, you cheered and your mom laughed at your excitement. She was so full of life back then; her hair was shiny and bouncy, her skin was unmarked and flawless, her eyes were lively and bright. Her laughter was perhaps your favorite memory of her. Then everything went to shit when your dad never came home and your mom got a phone call saying that your dad was killed in a car wreck on impact. You could remember your mother’s heart wrenching sobs as she collapsed to the floor and pulled you tight against her body. As if she was trying to protect what was left of her husband.
You were snapped back to reality when your mom shoved you back onto your bed. The happy, beautiful woman that you saw was replaced by the shell of a broken woman. Her silky hair turned dull, her smile turned into a grotesque scowl, her loving eyes turned cold. She truly was a husk of her former self.
“Stop crying, you’re not the one who’s life was ruined. I want you out of my house in ten minutes. You’re gonna not step foot anywhere near here for two weeks. If I even see you on my property before those two weeks are up, you’re fucking dead.”
You frantically nodded and watched as she stumbled out of her room. You packed what you would need in your spare backpack and ran out of the house past your mother sobbing and babbling incoherently to your dad. You flinched when you could hear a bang and the sound of glass shattering when she threw a bottle at your retreating figure.
You ran until you couldn’t run anymore. Your legs brought you to the park where you spent most of your childhood. Everywhere you looked, you could see glimpses of your mom and dad pushing you on the swing, Tommy and Tubbo running from you playing tag, Mr. Minecraft putting a bandaid on your scraped knee. Tears streaked down your cheeks as you pushed yourself up and went to your safe place. It was a little nook deep in the vegetation where nobody could see you. You originally found this place when you were playing hide and seek with Tommy and Tubbo. They never knew where you hid.
Tears moistened the soil underneath you as you pulled out a blanket you had hid in a plastic grocery bag and spread it out on the floor. You curled up on it and cried freely into your hands. You didn’t sleep much that night.
That was the first time she had kicked you out for that long. You barely ate in those two weeks, wolfing down any food you could get your hands on at lunch. Lunch for you was the small scraps of food that Tommy and Tubbo shared with you. Mom never packed you lunches or gave you money to buy things anymore. To make matters worse, they had told their dad that they thought you had some form of eating disorder.
About a week into your exile, you finally visited the Minecraft residence after avoiding them for a week. You remembered how the blond man pulled you aside into the kitchen. He gently sat you down and pushed a plate full of chicken and vegetables in front of you. You looked at him confused as he gestured towards the plate.
“Eat that, I heard you haven’t been eating much lately.” When you made no move to eat, he smiled at you. “Go ahead, it’s okay if you don’t eat it all. Just eat some of it.”
That was all you needed to hear, you began to eat quickly like a starving wolf. It’s been a while since you had more than half an apple to eat, let alone an actual homemade meal. When you were done, you looked up to see the older man looking at you worriedly.
“...Are you not getting enough food at home?”
You scrambled to find a lie, “my- my mom is away a lot on business trips. We don’t really eat much.”
His worried expression grew tenfold as he moved to kneel in front of you and put his hands on your shoulders. “You need to eat three meals a day, especially now that you’re growing. You’re always welcome here when your mom’s away, our door’s always open. Is she away now?”
“Yeah, she won’t be home until next week.” You felt bad for lying to the man that put bandaids on your scraped knees and took you to the father daughter dance in fifth grade when he heard that your dad was dead. He was always so kind to you, which you never quite understood. Despite feeling bad for lying to him, you felt incredibly relieved that you didn’t have to be alone anymore.
From then on out whenever she kicked you out, you went to the Minecraft residence. They welcomed you with open arms and treated you like you were a part of the family. You and Techno bonded over your love for reading and mythology, Wilbur made sure you took care of yourself, and Philza (he told you to just call him Phil at that point) treated you like his own child. You didn’t think that it was possible for you, Tommy, and Tubbo to be any closer than you already were, but you three became inseparable. You told them everything one night when you couldn’t sleep. You told them how you felt like you were the cause of your mother’s decline and your dad’s death, how she would usually punish you, her ‘hobby’. They were about to tell Philza, but you begged them not to. After a while of pleading and assuring them that she’d never hit you, they hesitantly agreed and made you promise to call them whenever you felt unsafe in your home.
You kept to that promise, calling them whenever she would get too drunk to know what she was doing. They would calm you down from panic attacks late at night and invite you to their house in the daytime. They felt like your actual brothers and you started to refer to them as such. You three gave each other a shoulder to lean on and gave each other comfort when needed. One night when you were in your freshman year, however, your mother caught you sneaking out to see them after she sent you to your room. That was when she started to hit you.
Just as you were about to sneak out the front door, your mother started to scream at you incoherently. When you flinched away from when she got up in your face, she became even more enraged.
“WHERE WERE YOU GOING? I BET YOU’RE WHORING YOURSELF OUT, AREN’T YOU LITTLE SLUT?”
Without thinking, you yelled back at her, “I would never! Why-” You were cut off by a harsh slap to the cheek sending you to the ground. She quieted down and stared at you and her hand, a glint of shock shining through her dazed eyes. Without a word, she turned around and left to go talk to your dad. You sat there listening to her rant about how she failed as a mother, how she wanted to do better but she didn’t know how, how she wished that he was there with her. You scrambled up and ran to your room. You looked at yourself in the mirror, there was a bright red mark on your cheek in the shape of a hand. There was a small cut where her wedding ring connected with your cheek. A single drop of blood dripped down your cheek and curved down the dip of your chin before dripping onto your shirt. Without doing anything else, you plopped down onto your bed and sobbed into your pillow, crying yourself to sleep.
When you woke up in the morning, you realized that you slept through half of the school day so it was useless to go to school now. You reached up to run a hand down your face only to hiss and pull your hand away. You once again looked at yourself in the mirror.
You looked terrible. Your eyes were bloodshot and swollen like you were crying in your sleep. Hair was sticking up in all directions and matted slightly. The slap mark was gone, but the cut had bruising around the edges with dried blood crusted on your cheek and on your pillow. It was a small cut, but it bled a surprising amount overnight. You couldn’t see Tommy or Tubbo like this, they’d flip out. Luckily for you it was a Friday and you had the weekend to heal.
Your mother gradually started to hit you more and more. It started off as a once-a-week thing whenever she was really angry, but then it divulged into something that would happen daily over the smallest things. You became her punching bag for her to release some steam. Makeup became your best friend at that point; you used what little savings you saved over the years for dollar store makeup.
Soon after it became a struggle to hide the cuts and bruises from Tommy and Tubbo, so you gradually started to avoid them. Your face, once synonymous with the Minecraft residence and Tommy and Tubbo, became a rarity. They tried their hardest to contact you, but you always dodged their calls. After a few months of you dodging Tommy and Tubbo, you finally told them that you didn’t want to be friends with them anymore.
It broke your heart to say it, but it had to be done. They were getting too close to the truth and you couldn’t have that; the government would take you away from your mom and she’d end up dead. You were the only one keeping her alive at this point, she lost all motivation to eat. The only thing she did nowadays was hit you, drink, and hug your dad’s photo to her chest.
The beatings got to the point where you could barely walk without feeling pain. School became something that you’d rarely attend. Tommy and Tubbo stopped trying to talk to and call you. Buster, your previous confidant, had long since died so you were truly alone in the world. The neighbor’s yard looked barren without the dog house and the graying dog. The only person you had left was your mom.
When you had accidentally burnt dinner late at night, she completely snapped. She grabbed your arm and held it on top of the burner. Pain hit you immediately as you screamed and cried apologies to her. When you instinctively hit her with your other hand, she dug her nails into your arm and pushed your arm closer onto the burner. Nerve endings screamed at you to get away from the pain. The pain was becoming too much, so you looked on the countertop next to you for something to defend yourself with. A metal fork was lying close to your other hand.
You grabbed it and, with a distraught apology to your mother, drove the prongs deep into her arm. She screamed in pain and let your arm go. You ripped yourself out of her grasp and started to run for the front door. A force collided with the back of your shoulder making pain explode in the area. You didn’t know what happened at first, but after hearing the shattering of glass, you realized that she threw a beer bottle at you. You could feel the sting of alcohol and glass mingling with your open wounds on your shoulder. The sting was almost as bad as your arm, but you didn’t stop running especially when you glanced behind you to see her running at you with a knife raised and the fork protruding from her arm.
You flung open the door and sprinted out without bothering to close the door behind you. As your bare feet hit the sidewalk, you could hear your mother stop at the end of the stairs and shout at you to come back. You never stopped.
You didn’t stop until your feet took you to the Minecraft residence’s front door. Nobody was on the street as it was about eleven at night. You hesitated to knock on their door, you ignored the family for the past six months, and you weren’t sure if they even wanted you there. After five minutes of thinking, you just sighed as you walked back down the wooden stairs and walked back towards the sidewalk.
“(Y/n), what are you doing here?” You froze up at Tommy’s sleep riddled voice. You stayed frozen as you heard him stomp over to you. He placed a firm hand on your injured shoulder and forced you to turn around. His angry expression faded into a concerned one when he heard you start to sob and flinch away from him.
“Wha- shit are you bleeding?” You nodded slightly and he gently turned you back around to see a patch of darkened cloth on your shirt. You could feel him shaking as he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the house. He plopped you at the dining room table and told you to wait there. With that, he sprinted up the stairs and brought back a serious Philza holding a first aid kit.
When he saw you bruised and battered, you could hear him take in a sharp intake of breath and saw unbridled anger flash across his face. You flinched away from him when he approached you.
“Hey,” he said in a gentle voice, “I won’t hurt you. Can you show me where you’re hurt?”
You eyed him warily like a scared wild animal and reluctantly moved your burned arm away from your chest and showed it to him. This was the first time you saw your forearm; it was an ugly red that expanded up the majority of the underside of your forearm with skin burned off at the edges. Yellow, fluid-filled blisters were starting to form.
You could hear Tommy’s horrified gasp as he turned to run out of the room. You kept your gaze downwards as Philza warned you that he was about to put disinfectant on your wound. He apologized to you when you whimpered in pain at the sting of the alcohol on your exposed nerves. After he was finished wrapping your arm, he asked you to show him where else you’re injured. You turned around so he could see the growing patch of blood staining your now ripped shirt. You could feel him gently move your shirt to the side and heard him wince.
“Shit, there’s glass in here. I’m going to have to get some tweezers to get it out. Stay here, I’ll be right back.” You were then alone in the kitchen for a moment before he came back with a worried Wilbur and Techno in tow. The brunet pulled up a chair next to you and asked if it was alright to hold your hand. After you hesitantly nodded, he grabbed your hand and started to run his thumb over your knuckles. Techno held a light close to your shoulder as Philza started to tweeze out the green tinted glass from your shoulder.
Every time you would suck in air through your teeth and muffle your yelps with your other hand, Wilbur would whisper reassurances to you and hold your hand tighter. After the glass was out, the wound was disinfected, and wrapped in gauze, Philza told the boys to leave the room. He grabbed both of your hands and gave you the best reassuring smile that he could.
“Tell me what happened.”
You swallowed the lump in your throat as you felt tears well up in your eyes, “I tried Phil, I really did. She never got better no matter what I did.”
“What do you mean, are you talking about your mom?” You could hear the angry undertone of his voice. You tensed up and nodded.
“She… she needs help. She was never the same after Dad died, she started drinking. It started off with only one beer a day, but after seventh grade she was going through an entire case in a day. She’d punish me if I said or did anything about it. No dinner for a week was a popular one until she started to ban me from the house for weeks on end. She never went on business trips, Phil. She got a knife today. I-I thought she was actually gonna kill me this time, I was so scared.”
Without another word, he pulled you into a tight hug, letting you sob freely into his shoulder. “It was my fault, I couldn’t help her! She- she needed me and I couldn’t help her.” You said between sobs. He hugged you tighter and started to rub your back, making sure to avoid your shoulder. “None of this is your fault, you can’t help someone if they don’t want help. Sometimes you can’t fix someone who’s too far gone.”
“Am I too far gone?”
“No, you aren’t. We’ll help you through this, we won’t let anybody hurt you ever again. You’re gonna go on to live a good life.” You passed out in his arms after a while of crying.
When you woke up, you were in Tommy and Tubbo’s room. The two boys jumped to your side and pulled you into a tight group hug. After you tried to apologize to them for how you treated them in the past six months, they shushed you and just sat there in silence hugging you.
Later that day you found out that your mother was found by your neighbor on the front porch with her wrists slit and empty beer bottles surrounding her. She was breathing, but just barely. Currently she was in an unstable condition in the hospital. You had a full breakdown when you found out that she almost killed herself because of you. You had run out of the house and to your safe place in the park. You hadn’t been there in a few years, so you hoped that it was still there.
Sure enough, it was still there albeit a bit overgrown. The blanket in the plastic bag was in the same place where you left it. You had no idea how long you were sitting there crying and having a panic attack, but when you came to your senses it was dark outside. You could hear crickets chirping and the rustling of leaves in the entrance of your hideout.
A brunet head poked itself in and smiled when he saw you. Tubbo fully came into the nook and gestured for someone to follow. Tommy’s blond hair made itself apparent before he joined you two inside.
“Nice little place you have here. It’s… homey.” Tubbo rubbed his hands together and blew warm air on them. You threw one side of the blanket at him and pulled your knees up to your chest. “Thanks, I used to sleep here sometimes… How’d you find me?”
“We could hear you,” Tommy pulled out his phone and typed something on it before pocketing it and sitting next to you. He covered himself with the blanket as Tubbo followed suit. You sat in silence before Tommy broke it.
“How long has she been hittin you?”
“Tommy!” Tubbo scolded him.
“She started about six months ago.”
“Six months ago… that was when you cancelled plans! I knew something was wrong Tubbo.”
Tubbo said nothing as he looked at you with a helpless expression. Just as he was about to open his mouth, you interrupted him. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine. Everything’s my fault. I’m the reason my mom’s in the hospital right now fighting for her life. I wasn’t there for her.” You would’ve started crying if it weren’t for the fact that you just felt so drained and numb.
“The fuck do you mean? She was about to kill you! You told us that she was about to stab you, what else were you supposed to do, just let her kill you?!” Tommy exclaimed.
You shrugged, “maybe. If she did she’d be happy, I was just a burden to her. I- I just wanted her to be happy and I would never be able to do that as long as I’m alive. If she killed me she wouldn’t be in the hospital right now.”
“What the fuck (y/n),” Tubbo shouted, startling you. He never shouts, let alone swears. “How could you even say that? I don’t know what I’d do without you, everything would be so boring and nothing would be the same without you. Fuck her happiness, she’s a wretched woman if the only way she can be happy is when you’re dead. Fuck her.”
You and Tommy stared at the seething boy in shock. He never shouted when he was angry, he only did that once when he found out that Tommy was being bullied. Whenever he sweared, that’s when you knew his emotions were hitting him at full force. Tommy quickly recovered from his shock to join him, “yeah fuck her, man! She can go suck a dick.” He was interrupted by his phone buzzing.
“Dad’s here, c’mon he’s worried sick about you.” After they helped you out of your safe place, they both wrapped an arm around your shoulders and walked you to the parking lot. You could see the headlights of the lone car in the lot turn off before the door swung open and a figure rushed towards you. You pushed yourself behind Tommy and Tubbo and hid behind them fearfully. They both turned around and put a hand on your shoulders. “It’s okay, it’s our dad.”
You peeked over their shoulders and saw a mop of disheveled, long blond hair. Philza looked like he was just told that there was an antidote for a fatal poison he just ingested, despite the flash of hurt that showed on his face. His blue eyes were accentuated by the redness of his sclera and you can see the relief painted in them. A gentle smile was on his face as he moved his arms up. Without another word, you launched yourself at him and pulled him into the tightest hug you could manage with your shoulder.
“Are your accusations true, Mx. (L/n)?”
Your gaze flickered over to your mother sitting on the other side of the courtroom. She looked at you with no expression on her face. Her wrists were wrapped tightly in a white bandage that was a stark contrast to the bright orange prison uniform and the silver of the handcuffs. She wasn’t the woman you knew when your dad was alive. The life was sucked out of her the second she picked up that phone call.
You looked back at the lawyer, “yes sir.”
“I have no further questions, your honor.”
“You may return to your seat, Mx. (L/N).”
You stood up and walked as confidently as you could past the dull eyes of your mother and back to your seat between Tommy and Tubbo. You held their hands tightly as the trial moved onwards. Buster’s owner even stepped up to the witness stand to give his testimony. Apparently he knew about the abuse from your late night conversations with Buster. He had contacted CPS and the police multiple times but the case was always dropped for some reason that you couldn’t bring yourself to ponder. A few of your previous teachers even showed up to give their testimonies. Their words, though true and slightly sweet, rubbed you the wrong way. If they ‘knew something was happening at home with you’, then why didn’t they do anything when it was happening? You tried to focus on the rest of the trial.
Your mother’s only witness was herself, and she did a piss poor job at it. She was basically digging her own grave with every word that came out of her mouth. The entire time, she was staring at you with her infamous dull eyes.
“Do you have any further points you would like to add, Mrs. (L/n)?”
“Yes, I have always loved my child. They were my husband’s pride and joy, the splitting image of him. Their rightful place is safe with their real parent at our home.”
You could feel Tommy attempt to stand up, but you pulled him back down; now was not the time for him to start yelling in anger. Tubbo squeezed your hand in reassurance and glanced at you. You were staring at the woman you called your mother with pain and hate filled eyes. You wished her words were sincere, but you knew fully well that they weren’t. The words that left her mouth would’ve been one hundred percent true and genuine when your dad was still alive, but he’s buried six feet under in a military cemetary now and he has been for years. You would’ve given anything, even your own life, for those words to be true a month ago, but you knew better now. Mothers don’t treat their kids like this, they’re supposed to give their children their unconditional love and take care of them. As far as you were concerned, she was no longer your mother. She forfeited that title the second she turned to the bottle. Philza is and will always be more of a parental figure than she’ll ever be.
After the jury left to discuss, the court was in a recess. You slipped out of the room and speed walked to the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You could see heavy eye bags under your dull eyes. The dullness of your eyes, to your horror, reminded you of your mother, so you splashed your face with water. That fixed it, your eyes were slightly brighter. You could still see the faint outline of the scar on your cheek from when she first hit you. Small scars littered your face from the more recent wounds she gave you before you ran.
A knock sounded at the door, “(y/n), the recess is almost over.” It was Techno.
You patted your face dry and went to leave the bathroom. The pink haired boy that you now saw as your older brother was waiting patiently for you on the other side. He put a gentle hand on your shoulder and led you back to the courtroom. There, the rest of the Minec- no, your family was waiting for you. Just as you reached them, the judge announced that the jurors would be arriving back. The entire courtroom stood as they walked in.
“Have you reached a verdict?” The judge asked.
“We have.”
“Mrs. (L/n) and Mr. Langsburg, would you stand and face the jury? You may read the verdict.”
“We the jury of the state court find the defendant guilty under the charges of child abuse and child neglect.”
Tommy clapped a hand on your shoulder as Tubbo squeezed your hand. They both smiled widely at you. You, however, didn’t acknowledge them. You were only staring at the empty eyes of your mother as she was looking at the jury. Her reaction was akin to her breaking a pencil, like it didn’t matter to her. Like all the years abuse that she put you through didn’t matter was as trivial as breaking a pencil.
“So say you all?”
“Yes, your honor.”
“I hereby sentence Mrs. (L/n) to twelve years in the state penitentiary with no opportunity of parole. Mr. Philza Minecraft shall be bestowed the custody of Mx. (Y/n) (l/n) as they do not have any next of kin. Court is adjourned.” With that, she banged the gavel and the courtroom exploded in the bustling of people. You never took your eyes off from your mo- no, the monster with the dull eyes as she picked at something in her nails boredly. Just as she looked up to meet your gaze, Tommy pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you off the ground slightly. You were passed around the family in the courtroom for their individual hugs. Philza’s was comforting, Tubbo’s was congratulatory, Wilbur’s was warm, and Techno’s was slightly awkward, yet soft.
At home, you spent most of your time in the spare room Philza had given you. He had offered to help you decorate it, but you had no idea where to start. You were never allowed to have decorations in your old room. You kept the room simplistic and your possessions light.
You often stared at your dad’s portrait on your nightstand wondering what your life could’ve been like if you never asked him for McDonalds that day. Your family probably would’ve been stationed in who knows where and moved around often, as is customary in most military families. You probably would’ve never met Tommy and Tubbo in third grade. You probably would’ve never met your now older brothers and new father. You didn’t want to imagine a life without them.
After a few days of you being locked up in your room, Tommy and Tubbo came into your room with mischievous grins. You knew them like the back of your hand, so you knew the second you saw their faces that they were about to do something. You sat up and looked at them suspiciously.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re not doing anything, (y/n). Right Tubbo?”
“Right Tommy.” Tubbo nodded curtly. They still had grins on their faces. They walked over to your bed before they picked you up and walked you out of the room. You didn’t have the energy to fight them, so you laid limp in their arms. They eventually took you down to the living room and plopped you down onto the couch between them. Techno tossed them a blanket when they then used to wrap you tightly into a blanket burrito. The home screen of Disney Plus was pulled up on the TV and the curtains were drawn. Philza and Wilbur exited the kitchen with glasses of water and two big bowls of popcorn.
They smiled widely when they saw you squashed between your brothers, putting a bowl of popcorn in your lap and three glasses of water nearby. The two next to you dug into the popcorn as the rest of the family made themselves comfortable on the couch.
“What are we doing?”
“Movie night! We’re gonna binge the Marvel movies, your favorite!” Tubbo grinned at you, practically bouncing in his seat.
“Just double checking, the order is Captain America, Captain Marvel, Iron Mans One and Two, Incredible Hulk, Avengers, Thor-”
You cut Wilbur off with a mumbled “first Thor, then the first Avengers movie.”
“Glad I asked then! The timeline would’ve been thrown off.”
As the movies progressed, you started to finally feel like you belonged as a part of the family. Laughter came easier to you, mingling effortlessly with the family’s laughter. Every time you laughed at a scene, they would give you a smile and laugh alongside you. Eventually after about halfway through Captain America: The Winter Soldier, everyone had fallen asleep on the couch. Soft snores and the quiet sounds of the occasional fight scene filled the room as your eyelids started to close involuntarily. You looked around the room at the rest of your family. They all looked peaceful in their slumber. Tommy and Tubbo’s protective hold of their arms around your shoulders made you feel safe. It was in that moment that you realized that they would never let anyone hurt you ever again. You were a part of an actual, loving family. With that, you let yourself fall asleep into a peaceful slumber surrounded by the people that loved you the most.
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Anyways y’all can fuck off with your cold ass ‘the Todoroki family was fine until Shouto came along and Endeavor got obsessive’ takes
Endeavor bought his wife, had Touya and Fuyumi literally only for the sake of surpassing All Might, completely fucking neglected Natsuo, trained Touya to the point where his entire self worth was based around whether or not he could be ‘useful’ to him AND then when he decided the first three kids weren’t good enough, ‘trained’ (read: abused) the fourth one and his wife to the point where she had a severe mental breakdown, and overall his actions caused one of his sons to become a murderous villain and another son to literally deny half of himself for years out of the sheer trauma and disgust associated with fire quirks, not that Natsuo and Fuyumi ‘got off better’ than their brothers, being neglected and having to deal with the fallout of all of Endeavor’s abuse
Don’t tell me with one fucking chapter you’ve forgotten Dabi’s ‘I used to crawl to Natsu-kun every day and ask him why I existed’ or Natsuo’s ‘I had to listen to Mum and Shouto crying’ or Shouto as a literal toddler crying on his mother’s lap, terrified of become like Endeavor
Sure, I’m willing to bet after Shouto’s quirk manifested Endeavor became even more obsessive and fanatic and probably more abusive but don’t y’all fucking act like the Todoroki household was all sunshine and rainbows before that either
(If any irl survivors would like to add something on or correct anything I’ve said, please do so)
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Last Minute
| You're all poised and I'm made of poison |
This is the last part of my series!! Kdbddbd this took way more longer than I expected, but I kept tweaking my drafts so each part spent a good month or so in the drafts before I was happy w it ksgsjdvdhs.
As usual, please read the warnings before reading this!
Character: Hitoshi Shinsou
Ship: Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader
Genre: Yandere, not canon! Shinsou
Warnings: Yandere themes all over this series, isolation, manipulation, gaslighting, mental breakdown, mentions of panic attacks, phsyical abuse, mind control, emotionally abusive relationship, kidnapping, neglect, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT!
part one | part two | part three | part four-final |
You wanted to believe running away was a lapse in judgement, your legs inching their way back to your shared apartment with Hitoshi.
You just needed some space from Hitoshi, that was all. Some time to think everything out, to remember you were a part of this relationship too. That the cracks in your relationship weren't always your fault.
That maybe your relationship wasn’t perfect-but it could be, if only Hitoshi truly tried to make it work. If he wanted you to have a regular life that wasn't wholly dependent on him. You desperately tried to believe he could be reasoned with. If he couldn't be....
Would you be able to leave him?
Your words felt hollow. Even to yourself. Like you were trying to convince yourself you had it in you to leave Hitoshi.
This really was your fault, just like it was your fault you lost contact with your friends in the first place-whatever you did, you did it for Hitoshi. And you did it, all in a conscious act of love. But leaving him was...this time it was different.
Alone and pathetic in that motel room, you felt a freedom that you hadn’t felt in forever. And it embarrassed you to admit that it terrified you. Being free from Hitoshi’s hold felt overwhelming, like the room had too much air for your little lungs to breathe in. Whatever the two of you had, it didn't feel like love anymore.
Not the type Marie described as she raved to you about her partners support in her dance recitals. This felt more like when your friends complained how tightly Hitoshi held a leash to you. How obediently you sat at his side.
You were dependent on his love, so lost you could barely hold your own without him. You were all he had-the only one who reached out to him, the only one who truly got him. And in your haste to forgive Hitoshi's unfavourable traits you'd allowed him to become all you had in the process. This wasn't love; it was much more dependent then you could begin to comprehend.
You isolated yourself from everyone but him, walked a tightrope to keep him from pointing fingers at your disloyalty and altered your personality; all to keep his version of love.
And, in that moment, you lost yourself. You lost your individuality. Your freedom. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were going to have to eventually. You were running back to Hitoshi with your tail between your legs because you were scared. Scared of what life without him looked like. Of what was left behind of you from his all consuming "love".
You briefly reconsidered confiding in Marie. But unloading everything onto someone who was, at best, an acquaintance, weighed heavy in your mind. She deserved better than to know the full weight of your troubles.
Besides, everyone else had left you. Who was to say Marie would stay for you? When you let your friends fall through your hands like sand. Marie was smart-she would leave the moment she saw just how much your life revolved around Hitoshi. Smart people like Marie don't put themselves in situations that will drain them like that. You wished you'd had half the wisdom Marie had.
Or maybe it was the voice in your head telling you that would only make Hitoshi even more furious if called Marie. Your body trembled at the thought. You were already preparing for the worst; seeing as you were coming back home earlier than you anticipated, you figured it would be best if you kept him in good spirits.
You were dragging your feet by the time you reached the front of the complex. You couldn't quite picture Hitoshi. Would he be mad? Yell at you until his throat was sore and your eyes were raw and swelling from your fresh tears? Or maybe he would be silent, that deathly silence that drove you crazy with nothing but violent words whispered to your mind in his silence.
You paused at the door. You could still walk out. You could figure something out. You could always see if Marie knew anyone looking for a room-mate.
And yet, you knew you would walk in. You knew it before you even checked out of the motel room. You'd lost enough friends as is. Anyone else was a liability in Hitoshi's mind. And anyone else would end up leaving eventually, in your mind. You no longer held the energy to find out if Marie would've supported you.
You took a deep breathe in to settle your trembling hands as you fiddled with your keys. Finally, the click resounded, and you walked into your home.
Hitoshi stood with at the foot of the stairs. His foot dangled in the air as if he was half way down, pausing in his step to meet the surprise in your eyes with a cool confidence. As if he was prepared for the sound of your keys jangling in the lock. Like he knew it was coming all this time. A shiver ran down your spine at the thought that popped up in your mind. Maybe he knew you better than you knew yourself?
You stayed quiet, and he scoffed, nostrils flaring. Ironic, how your fire was dying into embers, and his had only just begun.
"Oh, come now, kitty," he spat at you, venom dripping from his words causing you to flinch at his tone. This was not your Hitoshi. He seemed to tower over your figure, and you willed yourself to stand straight though you felt an overwhelming urge to crumple into yourself.
"Don't say you've given up on me? You must think I'm exactly what they said I was, right? You must think I'm some sort of villian, and that's why you had to leave. Was it Marie, the one from work...got into your stupid little brain, didn't she?" Even as his tone was condescending, and his lips smirked down at your feeble figure, you felt a weight lift from your shoulders as you heard his voice. Your pride forced you to simply grit your teeth. Don’t fall into him, not now!
Your silence seemed to anger him further. He took a step down from the stairs, coming closer to you as you inched your way back. With every confident step he took, you felt like you were tumbling back-stumbling like the meek little lamb he’d made you. You felt the cool plaster of the wall hit your back. You could still run, but...where to? He scoffed again at your reaction, and leaned in. There was space between the two of you, and yet... he all but closed in on your figure.
“Your so small now...I wonder, what happened to the brave dumb kitten who ran out that door just a couple of days back?”
In truth, you weren't sure if you could leave Hitoshi again. Sure, you had lived a lonely life before. But after your little motel trip, being alone was so....different, so alien. The only comfort was Hitoshi's voice in your brain to keep you company. Pathetic as it was to admit, you needed him. You didn't know if you were ready to leave him for good...much less if you could.
His stupid satisfied smirk had you sinking in on yourself, into your own shame and guilt. If only, you were stronger...maybe you really would leave. You thought of Marie. It was the most free you had felt, and she wasn’t even that close to you. This Shinsou...he knew. Knew how he had gotten the better of you. This Shinsou was twisting your emotions and wrapping you round his fingers with ease. And you could tell this Shinsou liked it. This was not your Hitoshi. Not the one you fell in love with; this was the one willing to keep you as his pet, his little lamb. You were not a lamb, you reminded yourself.
You lunged for the door, but Shinsou was faster. It was so easy to forget he spent all his free time training...at least, until he yanked the doorknob from your grasp and shut it closed, holding the door secure with one hand and resting his other hand right above your head with the other. His knee pressed in between your thighs, boxing you in. There was no way out, no matter how much your desperate eyes darted for a weakness. You grimaced as your hand began to throb from the force that Shinsou used. A shiver ran down your spine as you locked eyes with Shinsou's steely gaze. Your Hitoshi would never hurt you. What if this Shinsou wasn’t as averse to hurting you as you thought he was?
“Awe, looks like I’ve gone and hurt your hand. Sorry about that-honest mistake, really. I’d never hurt you like that, would I?,” His cooing dripped with such venom, it made you sick. You wanted to yell and scream; but he was asking all the questions here.
He leaned back, grasping your throbbing hand with the same arm that had covered your figure against the wall a moment ago. He gently held it to your eye level as he pressed a kiss into your hand. You frowned, and pulled on your hand. Shinsou didn’t budge. You grunted, pushing at your hand but he kept on, trailing kisses up your arm until you gave up altogether with a huff. You could feel his smug smile on the top of your elbow as he kissed deeper into your skin, trailing closer and closer to your neck.
As you struggled to keep yourself from gasping at his gentle affection, you caught his gaze-it was smouldering, like the anger and betrayal and passion and love he felt had melded into one look. You’d almost felt disgusted at yourself, the way you were enjoying this. But Shinsou was holding you in place, waiting for the perfect opportunity to get into your head.
He locked eyes with you for a moment more, until you felt like you were drowning in his eyes. Then, he dipped his head to your neck and bit down, right at your sensitive spot. All that composure was lost as you cried out, all while Shinsou kissed and sucked your fresh hickey in between chuckles. He was playing with you.
“I was gentle with you before, love, but after that little stunt of yours, I don’t think I can trust you as far as I can throw you. Did you have fun thinking you could run away from me? To think, for a second, that I'd let you go that far? You're mine. Mine!" You couldn’t help but cower at his voice.
He was close-so close- you were reminded of just how feeble you felt around him. You couldn’t stand much more of how he was embarrassing you, but Shinsou seemed as though he was only getting started, moving his free hand to grab your chin and pull you closer to him.
“You got that, darling? No deadbeat friends and family, No Marie, just me. All- mine,” He hummed, swiping his thumb over the disgusted upturn in your lips.
It seemed you still had some fire running through you, however stupid you were for it. With Marie’s name, and the remnants of the courage you held from the night you left, you gathered the saliva pooling in your mouth and spat it out at his face.
I might not be able to leave him, Marie, but I owe you that one.
He blinked, the confident smirk glazing his mouth turned to a frown. Slowly, he reached up and picked up the saliva covering his face with his finger. You watched him expectantly, holding your breath. Would he smear it into your face? Flick it away, only to have you lick it off the floor? With how humiliated he’d made you feel tonight, you wouldn’t put it past him.
Instead, he let out a dark chuckle, keeping his glare on your bewildered expression while he licked and sucked on his finger, cleaning up the spit with his tongue. You could only gape at him as he pulled his finger out with a pop.
“Oh, did you think that would get me mad, kitten? I’m well past just mad. Now tell me, where did you learn that trick? I sure as hell didn’t teach you to be that bad,” He leaned in closer, until you could feel the carvings of wood on the front door press against your back. His knee, already dangerously close to your crotch, teased the skin of your inner thigh.
“Did Marie teach you that one?”
You breathed in, and out. Relaxed your shoulders and face from the tense frown you wore. You weren't crazy. You weren't mad.
You picked your last words with care.
"You're not wrong,"
You don't remember the next part. Or many of the parts afterwards; you only remember waking up in a bed, with no key to the room and the barred rusty window that would not budge.
Judging from the window that looked out to a empty green pastures for miles and miles, you figured you were far, far away from the world you knew. From your life. The bastard had taken you from your life. And you, stupidly dependent on Shinsou, had all but let him.
You occupied your free time searching for an exit-that lasted a couple of hours each day, until you gave up or heard Shinsou's car pull into a driveway. No matter how much you pulled and tugged at the windows bars, they were sealed. The bars had chipped your fingernails, wooden splinters cutting into your fingers as you tugged and screamed at the heavy door of the room until your throat was sore and tears glistened in your eyes. The room that your now kidnapper kept you in seemed to mock you of the freedom that was becoming increasingly further out of your reach. You gave up at clawing when you realised he was not coming to clean your wounds.
"Not until you apologise, kitten," For gods sake, those were the last words you'd heard from him in days. Apologise! For what? You wanted to scream, but all you could do was gape while your tensed body shook from raw anger.
Maybe he wanted an apology because your words had hurt him. Hoping the cuts and blood on your hands would help you see how hurt he was on the inside, all because you tried to leave his manipulative ass. You licked your wounds clean that night, like a fucking cat.
You hoped your words stung real bad. You hoped they hurt like a bitch.
It only got worse from there. It seemed that the more you tried to lash out, the less you actually remembered. You couldn't even count the amount of days you'd been stuck in this room; what you thought was a Monday turned out to be a Thursday, what seemed like an hour was only a mere minute in the never ending ticking of time, counting down the clocks hands until Shinsou came back to you with some sort of stimulation to your dreary existence. You were angry before-but Shinsou had worn you down, yet again. You found yourself incapable to fight him. Exhausted. Lonely. Bored.
Not to mention, your sanity was dwindling spending all this spare time thinking what in Gods name he had you do in all that time he had you under his control. How you wouldn't be in this position, if only you were a little bit stronger. If only you had walked the other way. Maybe you had better just start accepting him. For your sanity's sake.
And with that thought, you crumbled and fell into his hands. Subservient and malleable to his unseen desires. You wondered briefly if he would trust an apology after all this time. If he would belittle your vulnerable state as an attempt to get on his good side. If there even was a chance that maybe, just maybe, he'd forgive your behaviour; perhaps you'd have something close to the normal existence you took for granted. You clung to that thought as you recited your apology.
So you waited. Calmly. It was hard to not wreck something, to throw the dinner plate into Shinsou's face as he finally came home and brought you your food. It was even harder to grab for his hand as he stood to pick up your plate, ready to leave you alone again.
"S-Shinsou...I'm sorry," You croaked. You could barely even manage to utter his name. You were still angry with him, naturally. But...you still needed him.
His lip turned into a cruel smile. Oh, now you wanted an apology? After all your harmful words, now you wanted forgiveness? You could heat his voice through his lips, even though he stared through you, not uttering a word.
Maybe it was the emotional toil of being kidnapped and kept in a room for the past few weeks catching up to you, but your fire had long since died, drowned by your tears. Tears that were now welling in your eyes at the thought of what verbal beating that cruel smile was hiding.
He blinked as if he was surprised at your lack of response, by the tears running down your empty, tired eyes. You didn't like to bow to him, but you don't know whether you could take the alternative. The thought of being under his control once more only made you let out a sob.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm...so-sorry...." you'd say it as long as you needed to. Clinging to yourself, you sniffled and wailed to his silent audience. How pathetic, being reduced to sobbing at the feet of your abuser in a matter of mere weeks.
Maybe you deserved to feel this little, this weak. Maybe you were just a stupid house cat licking at its wounds.
“Hitoshi. I’m sorry, Hitoshi. Say it,” He commanded. Shinsou’s eyes pierced into your own, cautious, as if trying to pry apart the glint of hope in your teary eyes. Of course he didn’t trust you. He didn’t trust you...you’d better change that.
“Hitoshi...I’m so sorry- I’m sorry, H-hitoshi,” You babbled out.
Finally he sighed, and you felt his arms pry your own open. You let out a pathetic hiccup as you climbed into his arms, and he kissed your tears as they fell. You didn't know whether to give in to his warmth or tense at his soothing words.
“I’ll never leave you,” Once you would feel assured and warm by his promises-
“You’re mine, as I’m yours,” His sweet whispers that comforted you like arms around your body-
“I’ll love you, always,” The same arms that held you tight, never to let you go-
“I’m so glad you finally came around, darling,” -Only now you knew the true weight he held to his words. Just how far he was willing to ensure you were his-that you stayed that way, always.
You glanced up from his chest. He looked almost like the Shinsou you once fell head over heels for. No, not Shinsou. Your Hitoshi. The Hitoshi you loved, all tired out from his hero work but accomplished, and ready to finally relax for the night with you in his arms. You slept restlessly that night, bathed in the salts of your tears and the degrading defeat of your pride. You felt so little and helpless in his arms. It was like this was how it was meant to be.
Ironically enough Hitoshi told you it was the best sleep he'd had in weeks.
The next morning you saw you were woken to the smell of your favourite meal wafting into your nostrils, and your bedroom door wide open. Your restraints free, the only reminder to Shinsou's punishment the collar that hung from your neck. You didn't even bother picking at it like you usually would.
Though your leash had been loosened, you could do nothing but follow. Your carefree and independent life before him seemed like nothing but a dream.
You turned in his bed, collar rubbing against your neck uncomfortably. You could no longer even sleep on your own; Shinsou would make sure you learnt what it meant to be his. To have no one else, nothing else but him.
#hitoshi shinsou#bnha#hitoshi shinsou x reader#shinsou#shinsou x reader#shinsou x y/n#yandere bnha#yandere shinsou x y/n#yandere hitoshi shinso#tw: emotional abuse#tw: mental instability#tw: yandere#tw: kidnapping#tw: isolation#I'm finally done#whoo this was a long one#but i hope y'all enjoy!#im kinda glad I spent so much time on this one#I might go back and edit this again one day bc im never truly happy w my work#tw: neglect#tw: physical violence#tw: phsyical abuse#dead dove do not eat#.yandere.shinsou.series
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Yandere Young Joseph
📦Summary📦: Jospeh has had enough leaving you to fend on your own, without his protection you’re stuck in a questionable situation.
📦Warnings📦: Kidnapping, manipulation, neglect, past non-con, past abuse, non-con, developing Stockholm syndrome.
⚜️Order⚜️:
Appetizers: 🥯
Main dishes: 🧇
Fruit: 🍌
⚜️A/n⚜️: The shit I come up with for the viewers enjoyment:)
*Business man au* *Takes place in a club*
Menu::
Stand down
Was this his plan all along? Did he want you to suffer? The sick bastard is enjoying this, you know for a fact he enjoys this. Watching you panic debating wether you should fall into the warm loving hands of your captor. No you couldn’t think like that, a mindset like that is precisely why victims develop Stockholm syndrome an illness you refuse to harbor.
It’s been about two months since he abducted you. Two long months of pain and suffering. You wouldn’t give in to any of his advances always shutting him down as a response he yanked it from you forcefully. If Joseph wanted sex he would take it, if Joseph wanted to cuddle with his adorable, sassy ‘girlfriend’ then he would force you, whatever he wanted it was done no matter how much you resisted.
Joseph did whatever he ‘needed to’ force you to listen, that included starving you, fucking you, slapping you around, restraining you anything he could possibly think of. You assume this situation could be added to the list. Neglect.
Joseph completely ignored you. Didn’t matter what you did he didn’t care, but he made sure you stayed seated. What a petty bitch. The loud music reverberated in your ears and the flashing lights made it difficult to focus.
Joseph hasn’t spoken to you the whole night and honestly you couldn’t care you chilled in the corner while dancers crowded your table. Joseph travels with you ever making it easier for him to keep an eye on you. Just because he’s holding you hostage and has forbade you to engage with others doesn’t mean you can’t be with him.
You’re positive he will talk to you by the end of the night leaving you completely unbothered by his dark presence. You were doing fine without communicating with Joseph that is till your worst nightmare rolled up into the club.
Two massive well built men headed straight for the bar. ‘Oh shit.’ Both men are dressed in expensive suits the taller of the two has long, wavy, purple hair reaching past his shoulders down to his back and a black suit on. The other was slightly tanner dressed in a blue suit.
You know exactly who they are rich, powerful men who are in business with your captor. When Joseph would bring you to his business meetings the pair would usually attend. When Joseph was distracted and you were alone (which was almost never) one of the two would grope you whispering the dirtiest comments in your ear.
Other times when you’re wandering around in the building one would come around pin you to the wall and lift your skirt to get a visual of the panties you wore that day. The sexual assault would never end and you vowed to stay away for as long as possible.
You shifted closer to Joseph for comfort praying the men wouldn’t come over. The last two times you came here both men raped you in front of Joseph. You assumed he arranged it as punishment for defiling him.
You pissed Joseph off today is that why he brought you here? You wrapped your arms around Joseph’s buff bicep. Resting your head on his arm. What are you going to do? What can you do?
Anything you’d do would only delay the inevitable. Maybe you should apologize. What would you be apologizing for? It’s either you stand up or stand down what would you choose when it’s life or death.
Joseph prefers you give in to his ministrations, but would you be able to swallow your pride and beg for forgiveness? Would you be able to avoid falling into the deadly grasp of the illness you despise.
The decision was already chosen as you watched the men make way from the bar to your table. You were correct this was absolutely Joseph’s disastrous plan. You couldn’t handle it you couldn’t handle them.
Compared to Joseph they made him look like a saint sent down from above and honestly right now you need the saints forgiveness or you’d be dealt horrific cards.
You interlocked your fingers with Joseph’s hand shifting impossibly closer to the man. “I’m sorry Joseph.” There you had finally said it was he happy now?
It appeared your apology would not suffice so you continued, “Joseph I’m really sorry.” You looked back at the two men to see they were straying closer to the table. You panicked lifting your face from Joseph’s arm in hopes of looking him in the face.
“Joseph I’m seriously sorry,” tears welled up in your eyes when he didn’t move and inch. “Joseph, are you listening?” You didn’t realize how much him ignoring you bothered you. You shook his arm a bit still nothing. Tears dripped from your eyes falling onto your cheeks. You whispered a soft ‘Joseph’ before leaning your head back on his arm completely giving up on the apology.
Joseph hated watching you cry, but this was different. You were crying because he wasn’t giving you attention, you were crying cause you missed him a wonderful changed he’d happily accept. It was difficult for him to hide the smirk that graced his featured when his two business partners sat at the table and you shifted closer to his body.
You never ceased your crying tears soaking into his suit jacket. He greeted the men before squeezing your hand to catch your attention. Straight away you looked up at him with tearful eyes.
“Come here.” Joseph didn’t have to tell you twice you quickly climbed into his lap wrapping your arms securely around his throat burying your face in the crook of his neck. Joseph used both hands to rub your back and whispered sweet nothings in your ear attempting to soothe your crying.
Joseph is ecstatic this was the first time you ever willingly reciprocated his advances. He smiled into your hair as you sniffled apologizing yet again.
You learned a new lesson today: never take Joseph for granted. If all you had to do was behave and listen to the man and in turn receive love and affection than that is exactly what you’ll do.
#jojo's bizarre adventure#yandere x reader#reader insert#jojo x reader#yandere#jojo part two#yandere joseph joestar#tw: manipulation#tw: kidnapping#joseph jojo#joseph joestar#joseph x reader#tw: noncon#tw: neglect#tw: abuse#yandere x y/n#tw: yandere
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(TW: child abuse and neglect)
Greetings, is it alright of I request hcs of someone accidentally adding an ingredient in a potion in which g/n!mc was making in alchemy class so she became a child except the more times Ace and Deuce (and the other first years) spend time with them; they seem to notice that mc didn't exactly have a good home life. If you are uncomfortable writing this, feel free to ignore or delete this, thank you.
Headcanons of Gn!Reader turned into a child after someone accidentally adding an ingredient in a potion.
I wrote this based on my search about child abuse and neglect. But I also had to take some experiences when I was little, I'm not sure if that can be considered though... Thank you for the request! I hope you like this! (｡･ω･)ゞ
TW: mentions of child abuse, neglect
This was a predicament Ace and Deuce were currently faced with. A small child who looks exactly like (Y/N), standing in front of their cauldron. Their lab clothes have become too big for them, pooling on the floor.
Crewel, the alchemy professor will notice and approach the crime scene with a huge frown plastered in his face, ready to smack someone with his crop. The poor guy who was paired to you has been apologizing profusely to your quiet form. He accidentally put an ingredient that was not meant to be pour inside causing it to explode.
The class was dismissed early and the fashionista professor left Ace and Deuce to deal with you, who is holding Grim and wait for the potion to wear off.
The duo was silent as they were unsure how to act around you. It didn't help that you are a little kid now. Deuce gathered up his courage and lifted you off the floor, not noticing how you stiffen once you are in his arms.
You began to cry out and thrashing aggressively in Deuce's arms resulting Deuce to let you down. Ace was growing frustrated seeing how you were acting like a total brat sitting in front of the wall, still.
The spiky haired teen had to drag you by the arm trying to get you to stand up while Deuce was trying to stop him from end up hurting you.
After 30 minutes, Deuce finally managed to carry you and soon meet up with the soon bewildered Jack, shocked Epel and wide-eyed Sebek.
In the Ramshackle dorm, your friends who had been staring at your silent figure became worried and feel something was not right. You were usually talkative and energetic but turning into a kid, you suddenly became quiet and unresponsive.
Children were usually energetic like his younger siblings and you were the exact contrast of it, Jack thought. Not only that, you didn't eat back at the cafeteria. Grim even offered you (favorite food) but didn't gave a glance much to the monster's horror.
Only when Sebek finally shouted after many attempts to call for your attention answered their suspicions. The way you flinch and shake, Grim also notice how you bury your face onto his fur then he felt something wet.
Epel elbowed the half-human with a glare seeing you got scared. Sebek immediately apologized.
Jack tapping Ace's and Deuce's shoulders, he motioned his head to the hallway grabbing Epel and Sebek along the way. The wolf told Grim to play with you while he speak to the others.
Left alone with Grim, you soon relaxed and began rubbing his fur. The guys began to talk about you. Ace first express his frustration on how hard it was to deal with you. Deuce will intervene, explaining that you're currently a child meaning even your mind regressed into one. The latter shut his mouth and scratch his head.
Epel will occasionally peek to see how you're doing with Grim as Jack explain what he observed from your behavior. The rest began to wonder what your childhood was like. You were very private about your past and will find excuses to change the topic every time they brought it up.
A loud poof and yelp came from the lounge. They rush back to see (Y/N) back in their real form, half-naked. Staring at them in confusion, you'll ask them what happened.
After a long explanation from Ace and Deuce, you heaved a long sigh as you rub your arms. Dressed up again in your school uniform, you decided it was time for them to know your childhood.
Every detail, not missing anything, you told them how your parents treated you when you were young. How they'll beat you if you did something they find displeasing, leave you starving whenever you have done something wrong and act like a perfect family in front of others for they value their reputation more.
Grim was crying as he began offering his tuna to you, burying his face to your chest. Ace joined in, apologizing that he got annoyed earlier and lost patience. The rest followed after with Sebek being a tsundere before joining in. It turned into a big group hug. Tears well up in your eyes as a smile spread across your face, thinking you are lucky to meet these dorky friends of yours who understand you.
#twisted wonderland hc#twst headcanons#twst x reader#twst first years#tw: child abuse#tw: neglect#twst x gn!reader
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I don’t actually think Bella wanting nice things but also not wanting gifts is a contradiction from the writer’s standpoint but as a testiment to the fact that she was a neglected child. Not that she would ever acknowledge that’s what she is but her childhood clearly socialized her to be self- reliant and not to rely on others. Edward is in some sense good for her in that regard as she lets go of this a bit but not really.It is infortunate that to the nature of Twilight ( I believe Twilight is a tragedy) she will never process this and transform that self belief as she is a frozen 19 yo mom who is in denial and thinks everything is great. My mom had a very similar childhood ( well worse because she outright experienced abuse) and let me tell you that shit will effect you as a person and the choices you make and the things you believe. Sorry if Im rambling but I just find the topic so interesting
I love reading all these headcanons about Bella's mental state and how her childhood would affect her. People make such compelling metas about this, really delve into the psychology of trauma and neglect and parentification and it's all so sad and interesting.
But I also think that SM did not intend like, any of this. I remember the story SM told about how originally the reason Bella moved in with Charlie was that Phil was her high school principal and it was just too weird to live with him. But early editors thought there was implied sexual abuse there (that Phil made her uncomfortable because he abused her vs just 'omg that's the Principal, weird!') and SM was so horrified that anyone would read that darker implication in her sparkly romance that she changed it to the weirdness of the whole Phil's minor league baseball player and Renee wants to travel with him thing.
I don't think SM wrote Renee as intentionally awful--at least not originally. I think her characterization of Renee got more negative as she has told and retold this story over the last 15 years, possibly influenced by how other people have interpreted her (we know that at one point, SM did read fanfic, because she got frustrated with how people were writing Edward and that's why we have Midnight Sun). But originally? I felt like it was less about "look at what a shitty mom Renee is!" and more a way to say "look at how MATURE Bella is, it totally makes sense for her to get with an 100-year-old teenager!" Renee and Charlie were both supposed to be kind of throw away parents so Bella could have this vampiric adventure with minimal parental influence. But I think--just like the Bella/Jacob relationship--Bella and Charlie's relationship got away from her a bit and developed more than she intended it to, so that just leaves Renee having to be portrayed progressively crappier and crappier. I mean in the first book she's telling Bella not to move out and instantly rushes to the hospital when Bella's hurt and I honestly took the "at least Phil will make sure the bills are paid" as more lighthearted teasing than "Mom is incompetent.' She also comes to Forks in New Moon. But then in Eclipse she's blowing off Bella's graduation because of Phil's broken leg; Breaking Dawn only really deals with Charlie post-wedding; in Life and Death Beau and Charlie speak about her like a baby they have to take care of; and in Midnight Sun we find out she's developed into a narcissist because of a subtle psychic ability that makes everyone sense her mental voice and feel compelled to help her.
Which is all to say that if SM managed to pull off a realistic portrayal of a girl who had to raise herself and is thus uncomfortable with help/gifts from anyone . . . I think it was mostly accidental.
Fandom, as usual, does it better.
And I hope your mom is doing well!
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hot wayhaven take of the day:
as someone who was abandoned by a parent in childhood i just 🙄 when rebecca’s abandonment of the detective and absence from the majority of their life is framed as like a “girlboss!” moment because of her busy work schedule. like no honey the work was just the excuse she used—now that she actually wants to be in the detective’s life suddenly her job is not an obstacle
#rebecca slander!#look. i don’t think she’s a bad person.#she’s flawed and that’s why i enjoy her as a character#but if we’re gonna call rebecca a girlboss then we gotta call my dad a girlboss too#the wayhaven chronicles#twc#wayhaven#wayhaven chronicles#wayhaven rebecca#wayhaven discourse#blight rants#tw: abandonment#tw: neglect
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tw: abuse, neglect, difficult parental relationships
not to go on about arthur’s parental issues once again, but it actually struck me how important it is that this iteration of king arthur is shown to have a difficult relationship with his father. the fact that we see his feelings dismissed, his safety jeopardised. we see him put under pressure, made to feel inadequate and powerless.
how important for any child who may have been abused, neglected, abandoned or even just dismissed or ignored, to see themselves in the great (and good) king arthur. and many children will have seen him - this show was on the prime time family drama slot on bbc one, and has enormous reach with british children and teenagers.
it is all too easy to internalise the messages we receive from our parents that we are inadequate, foolish or, as arthur puts it, “a big disappointment”. for children who feel this way to see themselves in a legendary character who represents bravery, justice, compassion and pureness of heart is so important. it’s important that we see the good parts of their relationship - their genuine care for each other - alongside uther’s clear mistreatment of arthur and the way that affects him. it’s important that we see him stand up to his father in 5x03, that he still feels affected by his father’s disapproval even as an adult but makes the choice to move on and live his own life.
it’s also important that arthur fails to stand up to his father throughout the show. and it’s frustrating. and, as viewers, we want arthur to do better, but we still have sympathy, respect and understanding for him. which allows us to reflect on our own actions, and how we might prefer to act in future, while still recognising that we deserve understanding and compassion for a situation that is no fault of our own.
anyway i just have a lot of feelings about this element of arthur’s characterisation, and the impact it may have had as the family show interpretation of the legend.
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i’m surrounded by family but the conversation is still nonexistent
#bad home#bad family#bad home life#bad parenting#i'm just so tired#tw: depressive thoughts#isolation#toxic family#sad family#family issues#parental neglect#tw: neglect#neglectful parents#literally no one has time for me :(#and that makes me kinda sad#but it’s okay that’ll be our secret
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📁❤️ I really like your head canons and wanted to see if you had any about Bakugou’s home life
oh boy okay well, tbh im in camp 'mitsuki and masaru bakugou are assholes' so disclaimer right away: This is not a mitsuki/masaru friendly post.
also, i got most my inspiration/ideas from Sif, her hc's and fics are amazing.
This is gonna be very general probably and also pretty messy/ all over the place but if anyone wants me to elaborate or clarify then just lmk.
ALRIGHT SO, first and foremost, i think the bakugou’s r really neglectful. Theyve always worked very busy jobs together in the fashion industry and they go on lots of work trips and stuff. i think that from the moment they deemed it possible, mitsuki and masaru have been letting katsuki stay home alone for long periods of time. as katsuki kept getting older and more independent (which he had to be) I imagine theyd gradually start leaving for longer and longer.
also, i think that the communication in the house is TERRIBLE. like, often times mitsuki and masaru would just not inform katsuki of their whereabouts and katsuki wouldnt inform them of his either cause,, nobody ever asked/cared. So most of the time katsuki’d just find out his parents are gone whenever theyre literally not there and then its just like, ‘shit, nobody made dinner’. or smth.
and, obviously, the bad communication does not stop there. I feel like especially when he was younger, mitsuki would contradict herself on lots of things (as lots of parents do) like ”you are the child and i am the adult, therefore you must listen to me” but then she’s also like “You are not a child, stop acting like one and get your shit together”. Little katsuki would get so frustrated at this and so confused. I imagine that eventually he’d realize he can never be in the right with her, and thats when he starts resenting her a lot which builds up.
oh btw, I should mention; i dont think katsuki was planned at all. I dont think that mitsuku or masaru wanted to have a kid but then they did and it kinda threw their life around (obviously). mostly for mitsuki i think this effected her career quite heavily for a time and she’s blamed that on katsuki ever since. so she’s always resented him on a level.
But yeah, as i was saying, i think mitsuki and masaru r those types of people that were just never fit to be parents. they dont have the patience or care that u need for a child and it shows. I think masaru is the type to ignore and mitsuki is the type to get frustated too easily and lose her cool. So whenever katsuki was being ‘annoying’ or ‘bad’ he’d immediately be shut up or ignored. No time for explanations or reasoning.
Now, if we go back a step,, katsuki is a super independent kid. a consequence to this is that he’s had to teach himself a lot of things and sometimes those things just arent right. He doesnt know that though because he’s had to collect his knowledge from all over the place, which he thinks is normal. so then for example: maybe he’s fought with a kid at school and the bakugou’s are called. They’re both extremely mad at him but he doesnt understand why. If he gets hit, why would he not be allowed to hit too? Is that not how it works? WOuldn’t that be unfair?
but yeah, because he’s basically had to figure the world out himself, with mostly bad influences to look up to. he’s got a pretty messed up worldview.
Now, i ALSO think that despite mitsuki and masaru not really caring about katuski in general, they DO want to have that ‘we have a good kid’ status, yknow? like, they cant have katsuki embarrassing them or something. I think he’d be dragged along to a lot of places he never wanted to go (dinners, fashion shows, whatever) and forced to wear all fancy clothes and act all neat with no reward. consequences for ‘being a little bitch’ as his mom puts it, are not pretty.
he’s a smart and talented kid too though, and it seems, even to masaru and mitsuki, like he doesnt have to do much for it. which makes them think he’s lazy and stuff and thats not good. so they expect him to work for everything he does at 100% . again, consequences are not pretty.
generally as well, i think there are so many fights in the house. katuski speaks up whenever he disagrees with bullshit and even though he’s never won an argument, he’s always wanted to. so he’s not going to stop.
so yeah, basically theyre strict, neglectful and abusive. There are extreme’s they go to, and because katsuki is just the type to disobey shit he doesnt agree with, those are often used.
It’s been said by Sif before, but i really like the idea that todoroki and bakugou both had bad childhoods but in opposite directions. Thats probably the best way to describe it.
Actually, Ive had a fic in my head for a long time that would partly focus on katsuki’s entire childhood and kinda explain my thoughts on it
But anyway, this is getting ridiculously long and i probably have more i could say plus i can definitely go into more detail. as you can see though, my thoughts are a fucking mess. hopefully this made some sense. again, let me know if u wanna know more! :)
#tw: abuse#tw: neglect#this is a very fanon idea btw#pls dont take anything too srsly#bakugu katsuki#ALSO THANK YOU ANON :))#bakugou mitsuki#bakugu masaru#i coulda probably yeeted the 'katsuki gets kidnapped a lot' hc in there#honestly everybody should just check sifs stuff#her brain is too big#bakugou katsuki headcanons#bnha headcanons#im legitimately not sure if this even makes any sense#im sleepy so
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Sweet Betrayal
Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Spotify Playlist (collaborative)
Warnings: swearing, neglect, successful suicide attempt, death, insanity
(A/N): I had a little too much fun writing this
“I’ll help you.”
Tommy cheered and clapped a hand on your shoulder. Wilbur gave you a slightly manic smile, his plan is going to work out perfectly with you working with them. Techno merely grunted in acknowledgement. Something about your tone threw him for a loop, but he just summed it up to the voices and his growing trust issues. The voices were screaming at him not to trust you, that you were a traitor, that you’d betray them. But there’s no way his youngest sibling would ever betray them; they couldn’t hurt a fly. They were basically defenseless.
Tubbo looked slightly hesitant to accept you as his spying partner, but he figured that you joining him would take most of the stress off from his shoulders. You were close to Schlatt, he basically treated you as if you were his own. He was slightly jealous at how close to his father you were when he, Schlatt’s biological son, was often standing in the same room as them. He knew that Schlatt was a shitty father and could never shape up to being as good of a father figure than Philza was to him, but he just couldn’t help but feel hurt at the fact that his own father, who abandoned him at the side of the road as a kid, so readily took on another kid that wasn’t himself. Despite his resentment towards you, he accepted having you as a partner. Maybe once he got to know you better you weren’t so bad.
On the outside, you were giving your ‘brothers’ a sweet smile. Almost sickeningly sweet as you plastered it on your face to hide the resentment and hatred brewing inside of you threatening to escape and fill this ravine with it’s raging waves. They were never your brothers, always choosing to exclude you from everything they were doing. As a kid, you had nobody to rely on. Tommy had Tubbo and Wilbur had Techno and Philza. You were completely, utterly alone as a kid.
You were always deprived of social interaction, always being told to ‘suck it up’, ‘quit whining’, and ‘just accept it’. You watched from the sidelines as your brothers received all the love and support from each other and Philza, and you were sick of being left out. Their proposal has made you finally reach your breaking point. You came to the realization that you were only going to get their support only when you were of use to them.
Even as adults and as teenagers, they’re always acting like children. Whining over losing power, getting exiled, how ‘tyrannical’ every single government was, like get a grip. You brought this upon yourself. Manberg would be much better off without you two. Just accept leadership, it’s there to bring natural structure to society. This isn’t high school, stop overreacting. Oh, how you longed to scream in their faces, drop the happy, sweet, and defenseless facade you always wore. You were broken down by them, and you were going to be their downfall. You would make sure of it. At least, that’s what Schlatt promised you.
You met Schlatt one day when you were alone in the forest far from the house you called home. It was dark out and you were hiding from the mobs that threatened to take one of your lives. He found you by following your whimpers, taking you back to his house and giving you shelter for a few days. He treated you like you were a person, an actual human being, and that made you realize that you weren’t alone in the world afterall. Philza and your brothers didn’t even notice that you were gone until after a week of staying with Schlatt. You remembered how Philza stormed into Schlatt’s house, grabbed you by the ear, apologized to Schlatt, and drug you home lecturing you the entire time. You were grounded for a month after that and banned from talking to Schlatt.
However, you still talked to Schlatt in secret. He eventually treated you like you were his own, showering you with the love and support that you were deprived of. You supposed you craved constant reassurance and kindness, and you chopped it up to how you were raised. You had trauma and Schlatt was there to fix that. He gave you constant support, something your ‘family’ has never done. Well, they did once when you finally broke and fell into a deep depression, never leaving your room. They didn’t notice that, but what they did notice was the death message that flashed across their comm tablets: “(Y/n) suffocated.”
When they ran to your room, they caught the last of the golden dust that used to be your body drifting into the atmosphere. In the center of your room hanging from an exposed pipe in the ceiling was a noose fashioned from an old rope they had noticed had gone missing a few weeks ago. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that you hung yourself.
For a solid month after that, they treated you like they treated each other and you felt like you were soaring the entire time. Philza even told you that he loved you and that he was proud of you when you ate your first meal in a week! All of the attention and support faded when they saw you smile more and laugh louder. You faded again into obscurity and all that came out of that successful suicide attempt was not your family’s unconditional love like you had hoped, but an ugly scar that wrapped around the entirety of your neck.
You were going to fuck up their plans. They deserved it for ostracizing you all those years.
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Your and Schlatt’s plan was unfolding swimmingly. Your idiotic brothers had no clue of your betrayal and that always made you want to laugh hysterically, but you held it in until you got back to the White House. You would laugh in Schlatt’s office with him. The cabinet often heard loud, boisterous laughter booming from behind the closed office doors, but they’ve long since learned not to question it.
They grew wary of you two, it seemed that your sanities were turning into slippery slopes. The Emperor and the Secretary of Defense could not be fully trusted to make any decisions anymore. Even Quackity, who loved his adopted kid to death, agreed that they couldn’t be trusted. You and Schlatt had changed so much from when he first started dating Schlatt. It hurt him to see his husband and his child slip into insanity.
While you were planning the festival with Schlatt and Tubbo, it was extremely hard for you to keep a straight face. Whenever Schlatt wasn’t looking, Tubbo would smirk and glance at you from the corner of his eyes. It was in those moments specifically that you would struggle the most with containing your laughter. Originally, Schlatt was only going to exile Tubbo for his treachery, but after the fiasco with the lame excuse of ‘farming totems of undying’, you convinced him to turn it into an execution. You organized every single part of Tubbo’s execution, it was perfect in your opinion. At the same time, you were giving Schlatt information of your brother’s whereabouts during the festival. You were going to put on a show for them.
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On the stage, you were shifting and fidgeting relentlessly from your position between your adopted dads. From an outside perspective, one would assume that you’re nervous to be on stage in the middle of the spotlight. Everybody outside of the cabinet and your fathers still saw you as the innocent kid that wouldn’t hurt a fly. How wrong they were. Tubbo’s speech was the hardest to sit through, Quackity had to have a tight grip on your hand to prevent you from rushing the teenager and caging him too early.
After Schlatt gave you the signal, you, him, and Quackity quickly trapped him in a cage made of yellow concrete. You could hear the shocked gasps of the audience and saw Wilbur holding Tommy down from revealing their hiding spot. Schlatt gently nudged you up to the microphone with a kind smile.
You walked confidently up to the podium and gave the audience the widest closed-eyed grin they’d ever seen on you. “Hello citizens of Manberg, other guests,” you opened your eyes and shot a smug smirk over to your older brothers on the roof. You took great pleasure in the look of hurt, anger, and betrayal in their eyes.
“What you are going to witness today is my pride and joy. As it turns out, our dearest Tubbo here,” you turned around to give a grandiose gesture at the cage behind you, “is a filthy little traitor.” The last word ripped itself from your mouth like a rattlesnake spitting venom at its victims.
Tubbo banged on the walls in a rage, “you were a spy too! YOU WERE A SPY FOR POGTOPIA TOO!”
“On the contrary, dearest Tubbo. I was a double agent working for Schlatt, my father. I was never loyal to Pogtopia. Why would I be when you all used me?” You gave him a gentle smile. The insane and malicious glint in your eyes contrasted the kindness of your features. You turned back to the podium with that same smile. The combination of your words and your expression sent cold chills down the spines of the Manbergians. They now saw you as who you really were.
“Now, since I was so rudely interrupted,” you shot a glare at the shocked boy behind you, “hm, where was I?” You rubbed your chin in false confusion before you perked up, “oh right! What you are going to witness today is the public execution of our dear friend Tubbo.” You broke into a series of manic giggling, pounding your fist against the wood of the podium. The gasps of the audience sounded like music to your ears.
“TECHNOBLADE, GET THE HELL UP HERE BROTHER! YOU HAVE THE HONORS.”
You shouted through your laughter. Technoblade climbed up the stairs and stood facing you with a harsh glare. You grinned at him as he spoke to you with his usual monotone voice. This time, there was an undeniable angry undertone you could clearly detect, “what do you want me to do?”
“You still have that rocket launcher, right?”
He pulled it out of his satchel. You squealed happily and jumped up and down clapping your hands excitedly, “good! I’ve always liked fireworks. Now be a dear and make Tubbo go out with a bang!”
He walked over to face Tubbo’s cage and pointed the crossbow at him. You could see his finger trembling over the trigger and a nervous sweat gathering at his brow. After a while of seeing no firework action, you grew impatient and started to furiously shout at him.
“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, BLOOD GOD? WHAT, ARE YOU TOO MUCH OF A PUSSY TO DO IT NOW? KILL HIM! BLAST HIM TO SMITHEREENS! FUCKING DO IT.”
With every word that left your mouth, you stepped closer to him until you were screaming into his ear. You felt immense pleasure when you saw him start to shake. When you heard the shooting of fireworks and the agonized screams of Tubbo and saw the colorful blasts, you felt like you were on cloud nine. It was beautiful.
Your insane laughter was heard over the chaos that followed. Schlatt and Quackity, seeing Techno’s growing anger after killing Tubbo, moved to push you behind them. Quackity wrapped his wings around you in a tight hug before fireworks were shot at your family. After you pushed Quackity away from you, you saw your father’s corpse lying on the stage floor. It was clear that he had just lost a life.
Quackity collapsed to the stage with a groan before he briefly passed out. You checked if he was still breathing before you looked at Technoblade with anger written clear on your features. You gave a furious shout before you charged at him, determined to kill the unkillable.
You dodged the fireworks that he shot at you before you finally reached him. He dodged your flailing arms and the attempts to push him off from the stage with ease. “I SHOULD’VE KNOWN NOT TO TRUST YOU!”
His shout was dismissed by you, not registering in your clouded mind at all. He grabbed your arms and threw you to the edge of the stage. Before you could get up, he stomped a foot down on your chest and pointed the rocket launcher at your face. You were not phased by this, grinning and laughing with insanity-filled glee. “KILL ME TECHNO! DO IT, GO ON! FUCKING DO IT. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!”
He stared at you with the most anger you’ve ever seen from him before he pushed you off the stage with a simple kick of his foot. As you were plummeting to your death, you saw Technoblade point the rocket launcher at you before you saw the colorful rockets shooting at you. Your laughter ending abruptly with the explosion of fireworks and the thump of your bloodied corpse against the pavement was something the citizens of Manberg would never forget.
Your brothers stared at your corpse as it disappeared with shock and anger. They never suspected you of all people to be a traitor, they thought you were the sweet, naive kid they knew growing up. They thought your allegiance to them would be unbreaking and you’d follow them blindly. Obviously, they were wrong. There was no saving you. You were too far gone.
When you woke up with Schlatt and Quackity holding your hands at your bedside, all of the memories flooded back to you. They held you as you cried in frustration, wiping at your tears with gentle, reassuring smiles and loving words. Rage filled you as you remembered how they got away with their lives. You had one life left, and you were going to dedicate it to their downfall. Even if you died in the process. They should fear the day you return. There was no saving them from your wrath.
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The Galetrov domestic AU nobody wanted but me. Not sure how the heck this came about, but whatever. More info below the cut:
So, in this AU, Dmitri and Hubert meet pretty young - Dmitri had run away from home, making his way south until he ends up in Hubert’s hometown. He doesn’t speak much about his life before meeting Hubert, and while Hubert knows some stuff and has reminded Dmitri constantly that his ears are always opened, he’s accepted that Dmitri will probably never be comfortable enough to talk about it.
The two of them fall in love and get married. Hubert does join the military for a short time, but only serves one four-year term before returning to his husband and becoming a police officer (and eventually, police chief). Dmitri, meanwhile, becomes a florist and works at a flower shop. (Wasn’t sure what he should do, but a post from milkoftheflesh convinced me to go this route). The two live pretty happy, normal lives.
Things get complicated when one of Dmitri’s co-workers asks him and Hubert to come with him to check on some friends of his who were known drug users and hadn’t been responding to his texts. When they visit the house, the front door is unlocked and the place is a wreck. At first they thought the place was robbed, but they soon find evidence that the couple had run off without telling anyone - which is made further complicated when they find the couple’s child hiding upstairs. This is Charles, though he’ll mostly be referred to as Charlie.
(As a sidenote, Charles is trans in this AU. They obviously don’t know that yet, so they refer to him with female pronouns until he realizes and tells them.)
With the couple having no other family, and their friend being unable to take in the child, Hubert and Dmitri talk it over and decide to adopt Charles. Naturally, the kid takes a little bit to open up to them. Hubert is endlessly supportive, reading to Charles and carefully encouraging his recovery. Dmitri, meanwhile, is so awkward around Charles at first you’d think he’d never seen a child before, but his own awful parent situation allows him to understand Charles’ feelings better than Hubert can, and the two bond over mutual trauma. With their help, Charles blooms into an outgoing, artistic, chaotic and fun-loving child. The two of them loved helping Charles so much that they decide to foster another child. That’s where Wallace comes in.
Wallace is not like Charles. He’s kind of become disillusioned to the idea of having a family again, and is rather aggressive towards his new foster family. He skips school, ditches his therapist appointments, and bullies Charles a little. This last point really ticks off Hubert, and their relationship is pretty rocky for a while. Dmitri, however, doesn’t stop trying to encourage Wallace to be better. This culminates in Wallace triggering a panic attack in Dmitri, which he helps him through with Charles’ help. After this, Wallace tries harder to be better towards them.
And from there they just have wacky domestic shenanigans. The two comics above are examples of the types of mischief they get up to together. Dialogue from one is taken from ‘The Hogfather’ (I haven’t actually read Discworld, but I definitely need to, it sounds fascinating) and the other is from the Owl House.
Relationships:
Dmitri and Hubert: Happily married. The two met as teenagers, with Dmitri on the run from a terrible home situation. Hubert agreed to help him out, because he was in really bad shape, and they ended up falling in love, marrying at the courthouse shortly before Hubert is shipped out to boot camp. Dmitri in this AU is a fairly romantic person, and in touch with his more tender and chaotic sides, so the relationship never really has a chance to get stale before he pulls something. That isn’t to say they don’t have their fights; for example, what to do about Wallace was a constant source of arguments between them before the situation was resolved. But for the most part, they consider themselves a united front, and know each other well enough to cover each other’s weaknesses.
Hubert and Charles: Hubert adored Charles from basically the moment they met, finding his heart strings tugged by this small child with matted hair and sad eyes. After they take Charles in Hubert devotes a lot of time to caring for Charles, undoing the years of neglect his biological family had put him through. Even once Charles is in a better place, Hubert continues his supportive behavior, to the point of becoming overprotective or overbearing at points. Still, he and Charles are very close. At first Charles is very quiet, only speaking in one sentence responses. The first conversation they had was after Hubert read ‘Charlie and the Chocolate Factory’, where Charles asked if they could call him ‘Charlie’ instead of his birth name. Hubert agrees, thinking at first that it was more about his birth parents, though they learn not too long after that Charles is trans. Charles trusts him very much, and the two hang out chit chatting a lot.
Dmitri and Charles: At first, Dmitri has no clue what to do with Charles, and is low-key worried about damaging him worse. The relationship takes a turn when Dmitri finds Charles crying alone one night, and talks the child through their emotions. Because of his own tumultuous childhood, Dmitri is very sympathetic to Charles’ situation, and understands his negative emotions more clearly than Hubert does. Once that roadblock is cleared, the two of them join forces as Chaotic Neutral entities, and Hubert’s stress level increases immensely. While Hubert is who Charles’ goes to for encouragement and to feel happy, Dmitri is who he goes to when he needs someone to just listen to him. Dmitri also revels in teaching Charles about gardening (which Hubert approves of) and fighting (which Hubert does not approve of). Charles keeps a ponytail after he comes out because of Dmitri.
Dmitri and Wallace: When Wallace is placed with the family, he almost immediately rejects them, having more or less given up on people loving him. Dmitri, like Charles before, sees a lot of his younger self in Wallace, and does his best to encourage the boy to open up to him. His efforts don’t do much than irritate Wallace at first. Then during an ‘argument’ (it’s in quotes because the only one arguing is Wallace), Wallace pushes Dmitri and trigger a panic attack, which really shakes the kid. He had never seen an adult like that before, and it kind of changed his perspective. After he and Charles help Dmitri recover, Wallace tries to be more receptive to Dmitri’s efforts, and the two develop a strong bond. Wallace comes to look up to Dmitri, and wants to make him proud. Dmitri sees the changes in Wallace, and encourages them. Like Charles before, Wallace talks to Dmitri about his past, and finds it comforting that he can just talk to someone without them trying to change him. Dmitri also gets into rock to better understand Wallace, much to Wallace’s embarrassment.
Hubert and Wallace: As mentioned above, Wallace’s bullying of Charles gives Hubert a very negative impression of the kid, to the point where he’s more or less ready to give up on him. And while the events with Dmitri do prompt Wallace to come around, the fact that he caused Hubert’s husband to have a panic attack did not exactly lift Hubert’s opinion of Wallace. Over time Wallace’s efforts turn around Hubert’s opinion, but they aren’t exactly close. Then, one day, Wallace’s at the time girlfriend stabs him during a fight and throws him out, and Wallace, not wanting to risk disappointing Dmitri, calls Hubert instead, rationalizing that Hubert couldn’t be more disappointed in him anyways. To his surprise, Hubert comes running, and fusses over him, encouraging him to file a police report and tell Dmitri what happened. After this they have a long talk. From then on Hubert tries harder to be encouraging to Wallace, and like Dmitri takes an interest in his music (though he’s not as embarrassing about it as Dmitri is), and Wallace tries harder to be open to Hubert and trust him. The two of them become the neutralizing forces to Dmitri and Charles’ chaotic energy.
Wallace and Charles: They start off on bad terms, with Wallace bullying Charles and pushing him away. Despite his own rocky past, Charles tries to follow Dmitri’s example and be nice to Wallace, but finds it really, really hard. After Wallace’s turnaround, he apologizes properly and makes a complete 180, becoming almost neurotically protective of his new little brother. Charles has a knack for getting in trouble when away from his parents, and more often than not Wallace ends up dragged into trouble along with him. The two of them are also really good schemers when they work together, and rarely mess up a plan when they’re in synch. They mostly use this power for good, though. Mostly.
I’ll come back to this later, but I just wanted to get this out of my brain before I lost this. Thanks for reading!
#THSC#The Henry Stickmin Collection#Galetrov#Hubert Galeforce#Dmitri Petrov#Charles Calvin#Wallace Pemberton#Knightmare Art#Family AU#Domestic AU#blood#tw blood#tw: blood#abuse#tw abuse#tw: abuse#neglect#tw neglect#tw: neglect#This was fun to draw#I'm going to go back to VS but I'll probably come back to this later.#Hope you enjoyed
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Seeing Touya at 13, do you think he was childish? I think the stress of wanting to reach his father’s standards prevented him from maturing. I’m saying this cause I always found it weird that he would confide in Natsuo, who is 5 years younger. Yes, their situation made it impossible to open up to other kids since they’d never understand, so naturally his sibling would have the most empathy with him. BUT, when you’re 12/13/14, a kid younger than 10 looks like a fetus. But still Touya took it REAL BAD when Natsuo seemed to dismiss his worries about their family (when he was just sleepy). I wouldn’t take a child that young so seriously. Touya was clearly staring at the abyss by then, very near his breaking point.
¡Before reading, tw for abuse, neglect, mentions of death, psychological distress!
I think that it would not be rational to expect a kid to behave in a certain way, especially when it comes in relation to his broken family. Everyone reacts differently to trauma, and I am absolutely no expert on this, so I don't pretend to - but as for me it's clear that what Touya experiences cannot be deemed the result of a tantrum, because it is the result of his parents and mainly E's actions, and at the time Touya does not know any better, so he behaves as best as it can, doing what is rational for him in that moment.
Thing is, much like Shouto, I think that Touya has always felt disconnected, on some degree, from his family (in comparison, we see Shouto in Rei's arms more than once and her hugging him, while we never see Touya doing such affectionate acts) and seeing how E is his model in life, it comes to no surprise.
He vents his anger at Shouto, who has done nothing to deserve it, except being born 'perfect' in E and Touya's eyes.
This is further aggravated by his complete lack of insight into Rei's perspective (which is another comeback of E's actions which Touya saw all his life, so for all he knew, that was the only way to), and this explains why he refuses Fuyumi's concern and words, shaping it as a 'mysoginistic' interactions (which it isn't, because as we got the gist anything said so far, he just has his father as an example and if that same father, whose approval is so fundamental for a child, treats his own wife that way, what do we expect from a kid?).
This leaves out Natsuo, who like Touya is a disappointment to his father, but he is also the only possible reflection of what Touya thinks of himself. I'll explain: Touya can see himself in Natsuo (notwithstanding his age) as they are both E sons, both disappointed him and both probably struggle to deal with that notion. Natsuo is like a mirror for Touya, and this is why he actually lets himself carry away with the confidence he entrusts to his younger brother. It may not seem rational, but it is the way that Touya found to cope, trusting in the only person that in his opinion might have understood him, in their family circle. So, seeing the only person who Touya somehow thought might understand him and actually help him, refusing him (Touya was already spiraling at this point, and as you pointed out, he already was near his breaking point, and this last tentative of actually trying to control himself, have someone to listen to him and understand him (even though, I doubt how much Natsuo would have understood at the time) is a desperate action, so it does not have to make sense), is fundamentally breaking for him. (p.s. In the last panel we see Touya crying, because his stream of consciousness brought him to look for comfort in his own way, and now he feels rejected, which is a hard blow on him, considering the fact that E rejected him as well (and which causes him distress)- which is made clear by the usage of "Even You?" of Touya, as indicating that Natsuo is very important to him and his opinion matters and he cannot accept that Natsuo is the rejecting him).
Imagine you are on the brink of jumping from a building from built up stress, abuse, neglect and your own emotional baggage which does not let you let go of the only thing you ever wanted in your life and the person you trust more, while you plead for help, dismisses you. It's not a final sentence, but it is as good as one. With this, I AM NOT IMPLYING THIS IS NATSUO'S FAULT (IT'S NOT). Far from doing so, I am just saying how this (however small) episode contributed, in Touya's mind and perspective to not have any hope for a possible future (if there is no one he really can rely on, what is the point?) and to crush the faint possibility of salvation. It is also clear how this is definitely not the first time Touya is talking to Natsuo about these things, which means that Touya trusts Natsuo even more. He already gave his understanding to Touya, who sees it now as if retracting back. He does not understand why once given, that thing should be taken from him and this adds to his disappointment. The fact that also Natsuo does not understand how Touya feels abour Fuyumi is another further indication of refusal, for reasons I stated before. Basically, the leitmotif is Touya taking anything, which now not affect him in other occasions, in a deep and extreme manner, which is then reflected in what happened in Sekoto Peak. I do not think, again, that this was childish, but instead it was the only reasonable way for Touya at the moment, in the condition he was.
His look on each of the panels I linked is not one of a healthy child, or someone who likes to throw tantrums. He is a greatly distressed kid (to minimize it) and since there is no one he can rely on, he has to find a way to deal with it by himself.
Of course this is only my opinion and I am in no way competent to talk about it. So take my opinion with a pinch of salt. Thank you for going through and thank you for the ask!
#sunn ask box#sunn answers#anon#bnha#boku no hero academia#todoroki family#todoroki shouto#rei todoroki#todoroki fuyumi#todoroki natsuo#todoroki touya#bnha spoilers#tw: endeavour#tw: abuse#tw: death mentions#tw: neglect#tw: psychological distress#this post is controversial at best#also i am shit at psychology#SO TAKE THIS WITH A BIG PINCH OF SALT#tw: mental instability#this took such a long time and it's not even long#eek#bnha meta#but take THID REALLY CAREFULLY#dabi meta
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Why do I headcanon that Max's parents would be part of Daniel's cult so they probably neglect him for not joining and that's why he hates Daniel so much.
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I think Marcy Wu lived in a neglectful household. I dunno why, I just have this feeling in my bones about it, y’know? For me it’s the clinging to her friends like she was going to lose everything, as if there are no personal relationships in her home.
I dunno, it just strikes me as the way things occurred. Running off to a new dimension like that seems drastic until you realize a likely neurodivergent person would have to be cooped up with hardly anything to stimulate herself with and no one to talk to. I go a bit nuts after one WEEK in a new place when I haven’t met people with common interests yet, and a move could be bad.
The difference is that I WASN’T neglected; I had the opposite problem, my parents were kinda everywhere that I was. But now, I at least have some sort of relationship with them, even if it’s tense at times. I can talk to them about things.
I dunno if Marcy can really talk to her parents about anything without getting a nod and a “uh huh”. I think they don’t pay her much attention as long as she gets good grades.
And that makes things make even more sense than they already do.
#Marcy Wu#tw: neglect#amphibia#amphibia spoilers#true colors spoilers#I dunno man it just seems likely
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˜”*°•.˜”*°• Aksel and Lina -Mother and son part 2 •°*”˜.•°*”˜
February 2022 - The penthouse
It was the day he had been dreading. He had to say something. Alyria knew and he was pretty sure his father had always known. But her. His mother. This was the one that would change everything. She arrived at his apartment in silence. Her face was the usually unemotional expression she held so well. “ Mama.” He said quietly letting her in and she nodded as a response and sat down. He knew it was time. He was no longer afraid of her or his life anymore. If she tried to take his company from him, he could ask for legal help from @aysel-arslan and when he felt better would visit @breannesamaya but right now it was time to stop trying to keep her happy and making himself miserable in the process. Aksel made tea and looked over his shoulder at his mother who stared out the window playing with her wedding ring. He put the tea down in front of her and she didn't move. “ You are not dressed.” She said and Aksel pulled his robe around him. “ Mama. We need to talk.” He sat beside her and then took a breath. “ I’m bisexual and I am seeing a man, i love him and he loves me.” It was a simple statement but the room changed. The icy fog lifted and then he heard it. One single sob from his mother. A loud gut wrenching sob. Then she began to cry. “Mama please don’t cry, I’m still me.” He murmured as he sat closer. She cried for a few more moments then whispered. “ How could you.. you lied to me... You bring shame on the family, How could you do this to me.” Aksel sat back and stopped what he was about to say. “ To you?” He echoed the fear faded away and anger took its place.
“ From the moment I have been able to walk I have done everything for you. I was paying your rent when I was nine. I did everything you asked and I was never good enough. I hid who I am to make you happy and it still wasn't good enough. When was the last time you hugged me or told me you missed me?” He asked as his voice raised. “ Oh so you being abnormal is my fault because I never hugged you or gave you a pat on the back whenever you did something.” She snapped back and Aksel flinched. “ I AM NOT ABNORMAL,” He growled at her as the tears began to fall down his face. “Whatever issue you have with papa is not my fault. I cant help that I look like him, And I refuse to hide myself anymore so I can keep you happy. I have paid for everything. I put Alyria through college. I bought you and papa a house. I kept this family going.” His mother stood and glared down at him “ I didn't raise you to be a queer.” She hissed and Aksel stood up and looked down at the woman, “ You didn't fucking raise me at all.” He growled back and she relented and sat back down, hurt by his words. “I raised me and Alyria.” he snapped and pointed to himself
Silence filled the room like a cloud of pain and eventually Aksel spoke. “Enough Mama. I deserve more that this from you.” His voice was strong. “ Do you even love me mama?” He asked with a hint of worry in his voice, She looked back at him and nodded. “ The fucking tell me. Tell me that everything is going to be ok. Tell me you are proud of me. tell me I fucking matter.” Aksel broke down placed his head in his hands and expected her to get up and leave. Instead he felt her wrap her arms around him. something he hadn't felt in a long time. Aksel curled into her, the smell of expensive perfume reminded him of his childhood. She soothed him by whispering to him. When his crying subsided, he gazed up at her. She stroked his curls and looked at him. “Aksel this is going to be hard for both of us, I cant pretend to be ok with this. what you are doing is wrong and I worry about how the world will see you now...” She said as he tried to pull away but she pulled him closer. “ But I will try. You are right. You do deserve more. So I will do my best to understand you, and show you that I love you. No matter what.” She said and stroked his face. “ And I will tell papa for you.” She said and looked at his tear stained face and he could tell that part of her was desperate to get away from him while the other part of her was holding onto him as if for the last time. “ I have to get a connecting flight to see your sister. I will call you.” She stood and stroked his hair. “ Landri I do love you. I’m just not very good at showing it.” She got up and walked out the door leaving him alone. Aksel walked into the bedroom felt exhausted but wanted to get away from the penthouse. He got changed grabbed his keys then scooped up the dog and headed out the door to @mattjdavidson house as it was the safest place he knew.
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