#cw implied child abuse

[red-rover-au]

I love their terrible little family so much dsnsksj

#They are high school bullies 100% #Mikey is that one kid who tells the bullies to knock it off but still laughs with them #basically they embody the same energy as that ep where they mocked Splinter #hidden city’s Meanest Girls #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt separated au #baron draxum #Leonardo #donatello #rottmnt draxum #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #red rover au #red rover art #art #my art #cw cyber bullying #cw implied child abuse #anorexia mention #eating disorder mention #Poison Eaterz

[sliebman10]

Curse

(cw: implied child abuse)

When Remus opened the door to the dorm, he noticed right away Sirius's curtains were closed. He went over, uncertainly.

"Sirius?" he said, tentatively. He could hear the other boy sniffling.

"Go away."

"No," Remus said.

"I don't want to talk."

Remus poked his head inside to see Sirius curled up tightly, facing away from him. He crawled into the other boy's bed and pulled him close.

The scene in class just a few minutes earlier had been bad. Sirius answered a question about the Cruciatus Curse, and Remus and James had exchanged a glance. He'd answered correctly, but also sounded as though he'd actually experienced this particular curse. Both boys were aware of Sirius's home life, but they didn't have all the details.

Of course it had to be bloody Snape to whisper, "You'd have to be pretty terrible for your own parents to curse you." Sirius snapped and pulled out his wand to hex him before the DADA teacher pulled them apart. They'd both gotten detention.

Remus didn't say anything more. He just held Sirius until he began to relax.

Word count: 182

@wolfstarmicrofic

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar microfic #pre wolfstar #curse #cw implied child abuse

[morganski-19]

Thumbs

Based on the song by Lucy Dacus cw: implied child abuse, implied violence

Eddie places the phone back on the receiver, not releasing his hand after the little click of the receiver turning off. There’s a far-off look in his eye, just gazing off into the distance at nothing. Mouth slightly agape, breathing deeply while standing otherwise perfectly still. 

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks, walking softly to Eddie. 

“That was my dad. Said he was in town, wanted to meet.”

He reaches across to Eddie’s hand, peeling the fingers off of the phone one by one and holding them in his hand. “You don’t have to see him. You don’t owe him that.”

“I couldn’t say no,” Eddie says, a line of tears filling his fixed gaze. “It was like I was ten years old again.”

“I’ll go with you, so you’re not alone with him.”

A single tear falls down Eddie's cheek as he nods, breaking his rigid stance as he starts to crumble. Steve pulls him in close, holding his head close to his chest while he cries. Tears for his younger self full of fear and pain, and tears that he’ll have to go through it all again. 

When they enter the bar, there’s a man sitting at a table, waving with the smile of someone who thinks they’ve done nothing wrong. Eddie grips Steve’s hand and gives him a look. He knows that Eddie doesn’t want to do this, but knows that he can’t say no. Never could, not when he knew what his father’s capable of. 

They walk over and sit down, Eddie releasing his grip on Steve’s hand. The man before them calls over a waiter before even saying hello, ordering a rum and coke. The idea of drinking either of them now tainted with the bile the man emits. His presence is looming like a haze, sending chills down his spine and clouding his vision. With one word, Steve would strike, get them as far away from him, and never look back. But Eddie agreed to this, and maybe this will be the end of this. Maybe he’ll never have to see his father again. 

“Kid, I gotta tell you. You look great. I mean you’re all grown now. What are you now, 23? I sent you a check for your birthday, did you get it?” The words roll off his tongue like they’re meant to be there. As if he was some distant relative you saw at a party once a year. A role that was never his to play. He didn’t get to do that just because he decided that being a father was harder. 

Eddie grabs Steve’s knee under the table, squeezing it. “I didn’t.” The words said innocently as if he didn’t know what question was coming next. 

“You’ll have to give me your address then, the one Wayne gave me must have been the wrong one.”

Steve knew what he was doing. Trying to force himself back into Eddie’s life, trying to get back into his head. It wasn’t going to work, not with Steve. No one gets to manipulate Eddie into anything, especially this. 

Eddie squeezes Steve’s knee harder, digging his nails into his jeans. “I’m sure it was the right one,” is all he says, forcing a smile, a phantom compared to the ones he normally wears. Steve doesn’t even know how he can smile right now at all. 

“I’m sure your friend here would give it to me. Wouldn’t you,” he gestures for Steve to fill in his name. 

“Steve,” he says curtly. “And I’m sure Wayne gave you the right one. The mail can just be slow.”

He glares into the man’s eyes, furious at what he sees. They're the same eyes he looks into every day, the same eyes he loves. But they're different here, crueler, darker. He hates that Eddie got anything from him. Hates that something that makes Eddie so Eddie can be traced back to him. 

The man moves on, unwilling to admit that he lost his upper hand. He just keeps talking, stories of prison mates, and filling in the gaps of Eddie’s life in his mind with stories he could only wish were true. You’re prom was like that, wasn’t it, Ed? I’m sure you’ve stolen a few cars now and then. My son, getting the grades and breaking hearts, right? 

Eddie just smiles when he feels his dad is looking for one. He doesn’t have a right to that smile, to anything that Eddie has. These stories that he’s creating are a false narrative of Eddie’s life, built to make him feel bad for not fulfilling them. In reality, all of what his dad could come up with was wrong. Eddie was so much more than his dad could ever see.

They sit there, listening to the man talk for what feels like an eternity, but was really only an hour. Eddie is so stiff sitting beside Steve, so afraid to move. He’s said so little this entire time, just nodding and agreeing with whatever his dad says. The fear is present in his eyes, Steve knows that’s only fueling the man across from them to continue. He hates it. 

He imagines what would happen if there was no one else here. If Steve would run into this man without Eddie here to stop him. Only one would walk away and he wouldn’t regret it, not for one moment. No one gets to make Eddie feel like this, ever. Not if Steve can help it. Even now he can picture pressing into the eyes that they share, making sure only one of them has them left. That they’re Eddie’s and Eddie’s alone. He doesn’t need to see any reminder of this man in the mirror every day. 

Steve clears his throat. “We should be getting home. We have that dinner with Robin, remember.”

Eddie turns to look at Steve, thanks traveling through with just a gaze. “Right.”

“You boys need a ride?”

“No, that’s alright,” Steve supplies, already standing, making sure to puff out his chest just a bit to look more intimidating. 

Eddie stands and turns without another word, walking away while his father yells out a goodbye, cursing him for not doing the same. When the doors close behind them, Eddie grabs Steve’s hand again, letting out all of the breath in his lungs. Steve says nothing but squeezes Eddie’s hand to let him know he’s here. 

When they start walking, he tenses up again. “I can feel him watching.”

Steve turns his head, seeing the man a block behind them, watching from a distance. “Turn left, we’ll walk the other way for a while.”

That while ended up being a mile. It didn’t need to be, after a few blocks the man gave up, leaving them to the road. That didn’t matter though, it was better to be safe. When it was finally far enough away, Steve hailed a cab, bringing them home. 

Eddie collapses into him when they get back to their apartment, hugging him close, not letting him go. “I hate him,” he cries. “I hate that I’m related to him.”

“No, you’re not. Not to me. Other than blood, that man is nothing to you. Nothing important anyway.” Steve takes Eddie’s face in his hands, wiping away the tears. “Blood means nothing, not when it treats you like that. You don’t owe him shit, never do, never will, no matter what he says.”

More tears stream out of Eddie’s eyes as Steve presses a kiss to his forehead, wrapping him up in another hug. He holds him close as the tears come and just keep coming. 

The fact that Eddie can even smile at all after what that man put him through is an amazement. He’s seen joy shine through his face more times than he can count, and not once has it been fake. The person who he clutches to his chest is nothing like his father. And that only makes him better. He grew up to be the exact person that his father would hate if he ever got to know. To Steve, that’s an accomplishment. As far as he’s concerned, that man is the epitome of everything that’s bad, and Eddie is everything that’s good.

“If he calls again, give the phone to me, ok. You’ll never have to hear his voice again if you don’t want to. You owe him nothing, not another word.”

And it’s true. Eddie gives him nothing more than he already gave today. The next time the man calls, he gives the phone to Steve. He didn’t hold back that time, filling the line with how much the man failed, how much of a disappointment and a terror he was. Steve hung up before he even got a word in. 

It wasn’t the last phone call, but it was the last either of them ever paid attention to. Every other time, the phone was hung back up on the wall before he could end the sentence. Because he didn’t deserve anything, so they didn’t give it to him. 

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie's dad #thumbs by lucy dacus #cw implied child abuse #cw implied violence #stranger thing #fic #protective steve harrington #hurt/comfort #established relationship #angst

[vaxxy-the-raven]

thinking about Vex and Vax protecting each other in their own little ways

Vax takes the physical brunt of everything. Nothing ever touches Vex if he can help it, but he often gets severely injured while shielding her

Vex stands up for Vax in arguments and shuts off her own emotions when he needs her to hold him together, stunting her own emotional development so that Vax never has to hide his tears

Vax making dodgy deals that keep Vex safe, but that puts his own life in jeopardy without a second thought

Vex running in with reckless abandon to save Vax with no thought for anyone else, endangering everyone to protect her twin

Vax redirecting Syldor's anger onto himself to protect Vex from as much of it as possible, ultimately hurting her more because she has to watch him suffer for her

Vex growing to hate their mother for letting this all happen to her kids, to Vax, and Vax being hurt by it

the twins would do anything for each other, including killing others or actually dying

Once upon a time they were somewhat carefree kids with a safe, loving home

Now they are trained hunters relearning how to live after surviving many horrors

But don't think about hurting either of them for a second

Because where one goes, the other is never far behind...

And they will do ANYTHING for their beloved twin

#i am emotional tonight #i love the twins so bad #critical role #cr #the legend of vox machina #tlovm #vax'ildan #vex'ahlia #the twins 💙 #lynias writes something #lynias shut up challenge #cw implied child abuse

[yelling-space]

sex hcs

// Might be a lil heavy 4 a first post idk??? thought it be a good indicator of what u can expect from me in relation 2 each charter encase that's sming u want 2 avoid tho,

so enjoy this short summary the Main 4s feelings on/relationship with sex and daans here 2 for some reason

none the left over colours fitted Enki so i made him pink 2 spite him

Cw :(Impyed) child prostitution + s/a

Cahara

-whore by birth,slut by choise

-has a hate-love relationship with sex(regardless position) and kinda treats it like a "get out of jail free" card, rellised from a young age the amount of horrble suitions he can get out of if he opens his mouth a lil wider and swings his hips a little

-can be pear pressured/guilted into agreeing 2 sex + for as mutch as hes into and enjoys sex he feels so gross and unclean and not comfy in his own skin after regadles who its with (he will internaly throw up and try 2 rip his skin of if you call him "exotic")

-will cry if he has totally normal fully consensual sane safe sex w a partner/ his wife

-doesnt understand the religious belifes of immodesty or sodomy esply when those higher up dont tend 2 practice what they preach , OPPOSITE of a prude , open whore.

D'arce

-closeted butch top that didnt realize her desire to fuck pretty men was actually her lesbian soul shining through

-lotta her,,,less practical ,vewis on sex stem from deep rooted homophba + was 2 goal oriented and determined 2 became a knight 2 even think about or consider it before espacping the dugon

-full heartedly believed all women harbour a disgust 4 the male sex organ and that coupes just did not have sex endless it was 2 convive a child , as you can imagine she was in for a surprise when discovering that was not the case.

-horrifically inexperienced and guided by her desire to dominate, and thus becomes known for owning The Scary Strap" that medieval men are afraid of

Enki

-Dead body fucker. That Necromancy spell is NOT going to just go too waist ,

-not all that interested in sex in general and never really saw any reason to engage with it when spell books are literally RIGHT there . saying that he most definitely gets of on having something completely under his control regardless what end the "fucked-fucking" scale he's on

- not really into sex with living people + how he's probably kind of inexperienced due to an isolated upbringing hence the want for control over puppeteering a sexual partner (dead body), or the high he gets off inflicting acts of sadism given how his ideas of intimacy have been twisted from childhood

-100%%%%%%% a fucking freek btw just cuz hes not 2 instered in sex dosnt mean hes not a fucking freek man fucks dead people and probs vry mutch into s/m

Rag

-wife kink. you don't understand how much he loves his wife.

-probs thinks sex is something shared between two lovers and is something meant 2 be full of affection and enjoyed by both party's

-probs see's s/a being viewed as something incredibly disrespectful, cowardly and the abuser deserve of death getting his shit kicked in (this is funny because i like 2 imagen rag starts projecting his dead wife onto cahara when he starts 2 lose it in the dungeon)

-did not know sex work existed or brothels were a thing, got jump scared by it when taking cahra back 2 see his wife with the others , he was vry confused and not rly sure where he was MENT 2 look so spent most the time with his eyes glued to the floor, celling or his friends faces (he respects women even if he's not rly sure what's going on)

Daan

-lil sex adictic freek , dosnt even realy enjoy sex that much,just so used 2 it being apart his life hes not entirely sure what 2 do without it,+allows himself to ast least feel incontrol the situion (for once in his life) cus he knows what the goal is and faster he gets it over with faster he'll be left to his own devices again.

-sex is all he rly knowns and grown up around, as well as one the only things hes ever seen actually be meaningful to anybody,regardless there relationships with there partner. but it feels like its something he owes people/doesnt really enjoy it regardless if he acrly wants it or not.

-dosnt proply understand how relationships work or that there's more 2 them then just sex (or that people could even *want* him for more then sex for that matter)

-sex was allways seen as something transactional or something for control - cant have any of that with fagcat, but can at least indulge in it in a way that makes him feel like he's way 2 finally has some small aspect control his life again.

-Honesty like ¾ his sex life is just him being abused by Pocketcat

#cw implied child abuse #fear and hunger #I hate all them btw #Cahara🤝Daan it's not rape if I don't say no but also don't say yes #cahara #enki #ragnvaldr #D'arce #daan #daan von dutch #Funger #fear and hunger termina #Pocketcat #stupid rambles

[lexezombie]

So Creek + the Chef Bergen,,, huh,,

yeah I gave em kids cus ofc I did,,

extra notes:

Tbh they were an accident

It was a fling! one night stand! they swear!

Creek n Chef didn't think they could reproduce given,,, ykno,,,

Oops quadruplets!

Chef named them (obviously)

Creeks an awful dad who plays favourites and rewards his kids for out-performing each other

Chef couldn't care if any of them exist or survive

She is kinda fond of Scallion though

Onion + Scallion are treated the best

Garlic does her own thing

Spud is barely noticed by either parent (usually fed by Onion)

Clothes r made from scraps (creek has new pants dw)

Spud is wearing part of a plastic bag yes

Spuds colours are in fact duller cus, like Branch, he's depressed : (

#cw child neglect #cw implied child abuse #trolls #dreamworks trolls #lexart #Creek trolls #Chef Bergen #Chef x Creek #Cref? #Cheek? #lmao idk the ship name #Veggie Kids (oc) #I plan to include them in art later lol

[halfchun]

you hollow out my hungry eyes

#pen poop #homestuck #dave strider #I LOVE HIM I LOVEY OY I LOVEY OYILOVWY OU I LVOE YOU SHAKES YOU SO HARD YO UEPCLDOE #mspa #hs2 #cw blood #cw implied child abuse #my baby my baby byabbaybaby boy #forgot to upload this on here #homestuck: beyond canon

[little-tangerines]

William, I have no filter and therefore will ask intrusive questions on my every arrival, so what was your dad like? You mentioned a while ago that you were doing parenting better, so was he bad?

i guess running from your grief doesnt help

#fnaf #william afton #little tangerines comic #ask #cw implied child abuse

[opossumbard]

"It's you."

#postal dude #postal #The Other Dude #bojack horeseman #cw alcohol #cw drugs #cw implied child abuse #cw implied abuse #If I had a nickle for every time a Bojack Quote had been heavily involved in Postal Fan Art I made #I'd have two nickles #witch isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice #but it will probably happen again #“Stupid Piece Of Shit” anyone?

[mccallw]

wolfstar microfic January 11 - glimpse

It aches, in the deepest parts of him. His brain feels exhausted, his heart tired, his body numb.

Turns out that hurting the ones you love feels a lot worse than any physical pain.

I’m just like my mother, I’m just like my mother, I’m just like my mother–

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees them. A glimpse of them. A glimpse of him. He wants to look at them properly, look at him properly, but nowadays small out of the corner of his eyes glances is all he gets.

And it’s alright. It’s what he deserves. I’m just like my mother.

--

@wolfstarmicrofic

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #cw implied child abuse #the prank #the prank angst #aftermath of the prank #wolfstar angst #marauders angst #sirius black #sirius black angst #implied child abuse

[red-rover-au]

I'm sorry just. The idea that Purple kinda disowns his brothers, spends 20 minutes as an only child, then goes to find some baby sisters (cyan and gray in this au?) is sending me.

Most of y'all assume that Donnie found two turtle yokai/mutants. The reality is... well

It also takes place quite awhile after Donnie initially escaped through the portal, as Draxum has had time to recover and Donnie in the meanwhile has gotten a hold of Lou Jitsu's DNA

Local war criminal father is Shocked and Disappointed that his child soldier actually learned war crimes and thinks they're ok now

#asks #red rover au #purple rain #fanfic #Donatello #baron draxum #venus de milo #child soldiers #cw implied child abuse

[uweiy]

Since I've got the file I want y'all to suffer with me

I feel like no gif or image could transcribe the actual level of detail of Ji Sung's acting here.

CW: please read

Implied physical child abuse

Gets stopped before the actual act but the implication is on the other side of the fine line with explicit

Graphic depiction of injuries

Loud metal noise.

#reupload forgot a subtitle in the previous one #the devil judge #kang yohan #cw implied child abuse #this scene is terrifying bone chilling art #also sometimes showing violence can be gratuitous but imo #it forces you to feel the pain of the victim and the long lasting effect #i think it's brilliant #and Ji sung's acting oh my gos #god #kdrama

[morganski-19]

I Don't Know Which Way's Home

Chapter 2: Figuring Things Out

ao3 link, Part 1

cw: implied child abuse and grief

October 1986, One week prior

Julie wakes up to a loud bang followed by some crying. Followed by some yelling about being too loud from crying. She rolls over in the bed that isn’t hers and tries to fall back asleep, but when the blankets are yanked off of her, she’s forced to face reality. 

“Get up you lazy shit,” Janice Radburn, her foster parent, mutters at her. She isn’t much of a parent, probably why she never had her own kids. But it was a fast placement and an empty bed, so she’s stuck with her. 

Molly, one of the other foster kids, is sitting quietly on her bed, just looking at Julie when she sits up. 

“What?” Julie grumbles.

“We’re supposed to be up by eight, they didn’t tell you that, but we are.”

Julie gives her an annoyed look. “It’s a Saturday.”

Molly just shrugs. “Just how it is.”

She bites the inside of her cheek, trying to bite back the words she really wants to say. Instead, she gets up, the old bed creaking with her weight loss, and heads to the bathroom. Already preparing to fight for it when she does. 

Oliver runs into her, the other foster kid. He has a fresh bandaid across his knee, but that doesn’t stop him from running around like a lunatic. He apologizes softly before running down the hall again, another thump ricocheting from his bedroom. 

The past few days have been, eventful, to say the least. If she wanted to be more realistic, fucking terrible would be the words she’d choose. She looks in the mirror, seeing the massive dark circles surrounding her still red-rimmed eyes.

A shower would be nice, scrubbing off all the weirdness of this house in the hopes that she’ll feel ok again. Crying in a place where she can do it and not be afraid of getting yelled at for being too loud. But she’ll still probably be yelled at for hogging the bathroom. She does it anyway, though, making sure to lock the door behind her. 

When the stream of water hits her, everything breaks. Half-silent sobs rip from her throat as the tears stream down her face. She hates her life, she hates this home. She hates that tomorrow she’ll have to say goodbye to her mom forever, even though she’s already long gone. 

Once she towels herself off, she slips on one of her mom’s old sweatshirts. It’s been glued to her body since that night, unable to take it off. If she closes her eyes and tries just enough, she can imagine it as her mom’s arms, her perfume still woven through the fabric. Faded from a little overuse, but still there. It mixes with the hurt to form a sense of comfort, that her mom is still there. 

Someone bangs on the door. “Get out, you prick,” Mark Radburn yells from the other side, his grumpy personality seeping through the barrier. When she opens the door, she can’t even get the whole way out before he’s bounding past her, shoving her out with the door, muttering, “Bathroom hog.”

She shakes off the side that touched him and heads downstairs. The kitchen is a mess in what she assumes to be their normal. Beer bottles litter the countertops and stubbed-out cigarettes are thrown across the floor. The milk left out on the counter and a spilled bowl of cereal in a puddle on the floor. She’ll have to clean it up, she’s sure of it.

Grabbing an apple that’s surprisingly not mushy and a granola bar, she heads for the back door. When the coast is clear, she opens it as quietly as the squeaky hinges let her, and runs. 

. . . 

Present Day, October 1986

When Steve wakes up, he almost forgets the events of the previous night has happened. That it was all some weird dream breaking up his nightmare streak. But as he walks into the hallway and sees the guestroom door he normally leaves open shut, it all comes crashing back. Realization sinks through his body as he stares at the door. 

He has a sister, a half-sister. His dick head of a dad knocked one of the many secretaries that he slept with and hid it. From him and his mom. 

Betrayal fills his body as he walks down the stairs. How could he do this to him, to his mom? To Julie? Cheating was already unforgivable in his mind, but his mom put up with it for some reason. But to have a child with someone else. That might be the final straw to break. 

He picks up the phone in his living room, letting the sleep fill his voice enough to feign sickness so he can get out of work. Keith puts up a bit of a fight but Steve wins, he always does. Robin will just hate him slightly because she’ll be left alone in the store on a Saturday with Keith who is incredibly unhelpful. 

Heading to the kitchen, he starts a pot of coffee. He’s not quite sure what Julie likes to eat, but he’s never met a kid who doesn’t like pancakes. So he grabs the mix and makes the batter, preheating the pan and plopping the batter into it when it’s ready. He makes some plain and sprinkles chocolate chips in other ones. For options. And because Robin likes them. 

Steve pours himself a cup of coffee when it stops dripping, adding in some creamer. He turns around to grab a plate to put the pancakes on when Julie walks into the room. 

“I think those are burning,” she states, suspiciously eying the stove behind him. 

“Shit,” he says when he turns around, quickly using the spatula to get them off of the pan. He takes a breath, letting out his slight frustration before pouring more batter into the pan. “There’s coffee if you want any, mugs are in that cabinet. Or there’s tea or hot chocolate in the pantry. And there’s orange juice in the fridge.”

“That’s a lot of options.”

Steve shrugs. “I know a lot of picky people.”

Julie walks over to the cabinet he pointed at, uncertainty in her movements. Not like he blames her, she’s been in this house for twelve hours and talked to him less than that. It’d be unrealistic of him to think that one conversation would be enough to make this not awkward, but he’s trying. She pours some coffee from the pot, following Steve’s direction of where the sugar and creamer are. 

“I thought you were still asleep,” Julie admits, sitting on one of the chairs at the island. “Thought a heard snoring.”

He snorts. “That would be Robin.”

They sit in silence while he makes the rest of the pancakes, successfully not burning another one. He sets the plate on the center of the island, taking the seat farthest from Julie so he doesn’t crowd her. 

Thankfully the silence is cut by Robin entering the room, still half asleep and tripping over her own feet. 

“Morning,” she mutters, immediately making her way to the coffee pot. She steals a pancake on her way, eating it with her hands. 

“There’s something called a plate, you know?” he snides as she gives him the finger. 

“This one’s burnt,” she says with a slight gag. Steve hears Julie snicker and decides to let it go. 

“I called out of work.”

Robin groans. “You’re leaving me alone with Keith, Steven. Keith. He is going to stand there and watch a movie that is not appropriate for the children coming in today while eating a bag of neverending Cheetos, getting his dust all over himself and the movies, while trying to hit on me as much as he can.”

“I told you if he’s given you a problem I’ll talk to him.”

She rolls her eyes. “And get both of us fired, no thanks.”

“Or finally annoy him enough to quit.”

Robin snorts while grabbing another pancake. “Like he’ll give up his neverending movie powers.”

The front door rattles before it slams into the wall and then shuts again. “Steve,” Eddie yells into the hallway, finding his way to the kitchen. “Oh good, you’re not dead.”

“The hell did you tell him last night?”

“That you had a migraine so we canceled movie night. I said you didn’t have to come over, dumbass.”

Eddie walks up to Steve and grabs his head. “I had to make sure that this pretty little head was ok,” he says mockingly while squishing his cheeks. “Lord knows he’s hit it enough to be concerning. Ooh, pancakes.” 

He reaches over and grabs a pancake, eating it with his hands like Robin. “You both know where the plates are.”

“Why dirty a dish when I have two perfectly good hands?” It’s at this moment when Eddie finally sees Julie sitting at the island, looking way too interested in this whole interaction. “Lawson?”

“Hey, Eddie,” Julie says, slightly confused. “How’ve you been?”

Steve can see Eddie visibly trying to connect the dots. “Pretty good considering … everything. I’m sorry, what are you doing here?”

“You know Julie?” Robin asks, eating the last pancake. 

“Yeah lived down the street from me back when I lived in the trailer. How do you two know her?”

Steve glances over at Julie and sees her tense up at the question. He would feel wrong about telling someone about this without her permission, even if it is his secret now too. She looks at him and he tries to motion with his head over to Eddie as some form of a question. But when she gives him a confused glare that makes him feel like an idiot, he gives up.

He decides it’s probably better to tell him. Eddie is someone who knows how to keep a secret, and Steve trusts him. So he can know. But he definitely needs to have a conversation with Julie about how and who they want to tell about this in the future. 

If they decide to try and become some sort of friends, maybe family, that is. 

“Can I talk to you?” Steve asks standing up and ushering Eddie out of the room. 

“What the hell man? It doesn’t have to be a whole thing, I just wanted to know why she’s here.”

Steve shuts the door to the side room behind them. “Yeah, that’s what I’m about to tell you.”

Eddie looks at him confused. “Is this something serious? I thought you just adopted another high schooler.”

“Not upside down serious, but yeah kinda.” Steve takes a breath, trying not to feel weird about the way Eddie’s looking at him right now. He doesn’t have time to feel weird about two things at once. “Full disclosure, I didn’t know who Julie was until yesterday. She came to the house and told me that her mom knew my dad. She used to be his secretary, they had an affair, and then came Julie.”

Eddie’s eyes are blown as wide as they can possibly be. “Holy shit. What the fuck? I need a second. Jesus Christ. How are you not freaking out more about this right now?”

“Who says I’m not?” 

Eddie goes to sit on one of the chairs, Steve goes to take the one next to him. “You have a sister.”

“I have a sister.” Each time he says those words it becomes more of a fact than a surprise. “I have no idea what I’m doing, or how to do it. I’m trying to stay calm about everything but,” Steve takes another deep breath, still feeling like it isn’t quite enough. “My dad was a cheater, I’ve known that for a long time but this. This is a whole new angle of shit that I don’t know how to deal with.”

“How can you? Siblings don’t just come popping up out of nowhere, especially not as old as she is.” Eddie turns to look at him, tucking one of his legs underneath him. “Wayne heard about her mom from one of our old neighbors. Is that why she knows?”

Steve shakes his head. “Her mom told her sometime before the accident. She’s been in foster care ever since.”  

“You have that look on your face,” Eddie says with a soft gaze. 

“What look?”

“The look that you get when you want to help people. You want to help her.”

Steve leans back in the chair. “I do. She looked so scared when I offered to drive her back to her foster home last night. Said she didn’t like it there.”

“I was placed in foster care once before Wayne officially took me in,” Eddie admits, playing with a loose thread on his jeans. “It wasn’t the greatest. From what I’ve heard, most of the placements are pretty good, but there are some people out there who are just in it for the money and can be giant pieces of shit. I’m not saying that she’s in one of those homes, but I’m not saying she isn’t either. What I can say, is that she’s probably missing her mom a hell of a lot right now. They were really close from what I could tell, and losing someone like that hurts, a lot.”

Steve remembers Eddie mentioning once that his mom died when he was little. He never brought it up again and neither did Steve, not wanting to linger on tough topics. But even though it was so long ago, the pain is still there in his voice, just slightly. But Steve still notices it. 

He reaches across, placing his hand on top of Eddie’s. In a comforting way, not to mean anything. But Eddie still sighs a bit at the touch and turns his hand to hold Steve’s. 

“Just be patient with her, ok. She’s a good kid. Be patient with yourself too. This might not be some big alternate dimension life-changing shit, but it’s still real. You’re allowed to let yourself feel whatever you’re feeling about this.”

“You’ve been spending too much time with Robin.”

“No, I’ve been spending too much time with you. Only way to know that you think about everyone else except for yourself. Promise me you’ll take a moment to think of yourself.”

Steve squeezes Eddie’s hand. “I’ll try.”

“Not a promise, but I’ll take it.”

He figures it’s probably been long enough that they’ve left Julie alone with Robin. Not like leaving her alone with him would be better, he still knows nothing about her. But when he reenters the kitchen, Eddie follows behind him, Robin’s not there.”

“Where’d Robin go?”

“To change,” Julie says with a shrug, picking at the last of her food. 

Robin comes barreling down the stairs with her backpack, which she throws at Eddie while heading to the sink to fill her water bottle. “The fuck was that for?” Eddie asks with a wince.

“You two took too long talking, I’m late.” She downs the rest of her coffee and places her mug in the sink. “Come on, you’re taking me to work,” she shoves Eddie towards the door, not bothering to do it again when he doesn’t move that much. 

“See ya, Julie.” Eddie heads for the door, throwing Robin’s backpack over his shoulder. Steve follows him. “She looks like you. I didn’t notice that before, but she does,” he whispers to Steve while Robin puts her shoes on.

Robin gasps. “Oh my god, she does.” She stands up and grabs her bag from Eddie. “Good luck, don’t scare her off, don’t be too awkward, and just talk to her like a normal person.”

“Thanks for the advice,” he deadpans.

“Love you, dingus. Bye.” She leaves the door open for Eddie on her way out. 

Eddie stands with his hand on the doorknob before looking back at Steve. “Not to sound pushy or anything but, are we still on for later or not?”

“I’m not sure,” Steve shrugs. “Maybe, just not what we planned it to be.”

“Munson, move your ass,” Robin yells, hanging out of the passenger side car of the door. 

“I’m coming, Jesus. Call me later ok. I don’t care if we have to cancel, you have other things going on right now.”

Steve nods. “I will, promise.”

Eddie smiles at him, making Steve’s stomach do a flip he’s still not quite used to. “That you promise to, huh? Talk to you later, Steve.”

. . . 

Julie sits at the island, not quite sure why she’s still here. She’s still not exactly sure why she came here yesterday, not even fully believing the excuse she gave Steve. Sure he had a right to know that his dad had another kid. But maybe it would have been better to do it in a letter. That way he could decide if he wanted to find her, instead of her finding him. 

It’s still weird to her, that Steve Harrington was her brother. She didn’t know much about him other than school rumors. By the time she got to high school, he had already stepped out of the popularity spotlight. She remembers hearing about the King who fell, but after seeing him in person around the people he seems to be friends with, that doesn’t look like it. 

To be honest, everything she could have possibly known about him was shattered the moment Eddie Munson walked through the door. He was in her circle, not his. They would have never interacted in school. But now that she thinks about it, she remembers seeing Steve a few times at the trailer park visiting the Mayfeilds, especially around spring break. Maybe they got to know each other then. 

A part of her wants to leave, get the burden of her off of his plate. He didn’t have to know her just because they were related, neither did she. That wasn’t her plan. The plan, no matter how little she actually thought about it, was to find him, tell him, and leave. But then he had to offer to let her stay the night. 

Normally, she wouldn’t have taken it, but it was too good to give up. There was someone else in the house so it wasn’t just the two of them, and it gave her an excuse to stay away from that hell house as long as possible. And he seemed like a good person, he was nothing but nice to her so far. But nice was sometimes a facade, so she kept her guard up. 

But if Eddie Munson was his friend, maybe Julie could afford to let her guard down a little. Just a little bit. 

Steve walks back into the kitchen after walking Robin and Eddie out. “Are you done with that?” he asks, pointing to the plate in front of her. There’s a half-eaten pancake on it, even though she only grabbed two. He doesn’t say anything about it, though.

“Oh, yeah, thanks.” She slides the plate forward and he takes it away, putting it with his own in the sink.

How is she even going to go about this, getting to know him? She hates getting to know new people. Just stating the same five facts over and over again until maybe there was a similarity between them and that’s it. Is she just going to share her favorite color and leave?

Something about her doesn’t want to. Something wants to stay and try to find some sort of connection with Steve. Whether that be acquaintances or otherwise. He’s the only family she has left, and something about that fact makes her never want to leave. 

“So,” Steve starts slowly, leaning on the island. “I’m going to be honest, I’m not exactly sure where to start.”

“Me neither,” She admits, anxiously picking at her thumb. It’s a nervous habit she’s never seemed to break, sometimes picking at it enough for them to bleed. Her mom always tried to stop her but it never worked. 

Uncomfortable silence hangs in the air for what feels like forever, but is probably just a minute, maybe two. “Eddie said you lived down the street from him,” Steve says, breaking their silence. 

“Yeah, across the street and two doors down.” She tries to think of what to say, as if it has to have any meaning behind it. But maybe if they just get talking, that’s all that matters. “We didn’t talk much, just a few times at potlucks and things. But when I first got to high school, he showed me around, drove me when I missed the bus and didn’t want to walk home.”

Steve laughs. “Yeah that sounds like him. Surprised he didn’t try to ‘bring you into his flock’ or whatever he calls them.”

“He might have, but DND isn’t really my thing. I like writing my own stories, not playing in someone else’s.”

“You like to write,” Steve asks, walking around to sit on one of the chairs, turning to face her. 

Julie nods, bringing one of her legs up so she can sit on it to face him better. “Short stories, sometimes poetry, but I’m not great at making things rhyme. It’s fun.”

“That’s cool, I’ve never been good at writing like that. Or at all.”

“What were you good at? Or are, I guess.”

Slight shock quickly covers his face, like he’s surprised that she asked him a question about himself. “I used to play basketball in high school, and I was on the swim team. I was decent at best, but I liked it. One of the kids I babysit started playing basketball last year, so I’ve been playing with him sometimes. Kinda forgot how much I liked it until then.”

“You babysit, like look over other people’s kids?” She didn’t pin him as the babysitting type. 

“Well, I say babysit but it’s not really babysitting. Like, they’re old enough to take care of themselves and everything, but we’ve been through some stuff together so I like to keep an eye on them. They’re kinda like the family I wished I had.”

The family he wishes he had, said like he barely had a family at all. She thinks back to the lack of family pictures in the house. With all of this wall space, it’s weird for them to be left blank when they could be filled. Poster families are supposed to have posters showing off how good they are. But the walls, the house, stay vacant. And the way Steve talks about these kids, it seems to have been like that for a long time. 

Giant houses are nice, but empty all they do is sit there and show off the wrong type of wealth. Loneliness almost seeps through the walls when she notices the lack of life. Nothing to give it character, the only person leaving traces behind is Steve. 

Last night she was jealous that Steve could live in such a big house when she lived in a trailer. But she’d take that over and over again if it meant she wouldn’t be alone. 

“You must love them,” Julie finally says. 

Steve smiles, it’s probably the first time she’s seen it and it wasn’t fake. “As much as they annoy the hell out of me, I do.”

“Robin seemed nice.” He seems to talk more when it’s about other people, so she changes the topic to her. “You guys seem close.”

“We are. And before you ask if we’re dating, we’re not.”

“I was questioning that a little, but I thought it would be rude to ask.”

He shrugs. “People ask me it pretty much every day. One particular person specifically. You can ask me anything though, I’m pretty much an open book.”

Before she gets the chance to think of something else, someone knocks on the front door. Steve looks both confused and annoyed before he gets up to go see who it is. She hears them talking for a minute or two before Steve walks back into the room with a sorry expression, a man in a police uniform behind him. 

“Julie, this is Chief Hopper.”

“I’m here to take you back, kid,” Hopper interrupts. 

Coldness fills Julie up as she thinks about that place. Loud noises through thin walls, insults being thrown around, two kids she doesn’t know that she has to take care of. Just so Janice and Mark can get drunk off their asses from the pay and never lift a finger for anything about them. It’s only a matter of time before things get worse, she can tell. It’s the same behavior she’s seen with every boyfriend her mom has ever had. 

“I-I don’t want to.”

Hopper steps toward her and takes off his hat, placing it on the island. “I’m sure you don’t. But they are your guardians for the time being and called you in as a missing kid, so you have to go back.”

She looks over at Steve but is met with just a silent apology. That he’s giving up. She really shouldn’t be mad but she is. He let her stay because she said she didn’t like it there, and now he’s just willing to let her go back. Without a word to try and stop it. 

Getting up from the chair, making it squeak against the floor that is probably way too fucking expensive, she heads upstairs to grab her things. Feet stomping on the stairs like they have a mind of their own. She’s not even sure where the anger she feels is directed. But she can’t help to think it’s at herself for thinking she might actually be able to have some sort of family again. 

. . . 

When Julie leaves the room, Steve is just left there defeated. He tried to say something, but Hopper said there was no way out of it. She spent the night away from her foster house and they called it in, she had to go back. 

“Can you explain to me why she’s here?” Hopper asks acusingly. 

“They’d have to have told you if you knew to find her here.”

Hopper looks at the ceiling with a deep sigh. “Just told me she’d probably be here, not why. You’re not in any trouble, I know you wouldn’t try anything. So can you just please tell me why you have a random sixteen-year-old girl in your house.”

“She’s my sister,” Steve sighs. “My dad had an affair with her mom and then he paid her to keep it quiet. Julie told me everything last night.”

“Well, shit. That’s, something.”

Steve scoffs. “Yeah. Is there really no way she can stay here, even if it’s just for the rest of the day.”

“Look kid,” Hopper sighs. “I know you like to help the kids, but this is a lot different than that. Those parents trust you to look after them because they know you, these people don’t. And I’m not so sure they ever will. The fact is that you just learned about all of this yesterday and jumped into everything headfirst. Take some time, think about it.”

“I can’t just go around and pretend that none of this happened. I want to get to know her, Hop.”

“And I never said that you couldn’t. Just no more overnight stays and make sure she gets back by curfew. Don’t make me have to come back here again.”

Julie slams the door of the guest room before she comes back downstairs. Hopper gives Steve a sympathetic look before picking his hat back up and heading to the front door, Steve following after. 

“Julie, I’m sorry, I tried-,” Steve tries to explain. 

“Just save it, I know.” She looks at him with a cold glare that only fills him with shame. “Nice meeting you, Steve.” 

Hopper opens the door, letting Julie go out first. “Good luck with that,” he says before shutting the door behind him. 

. . .

October 1986, Two Weeks Prior

When Julie wakes up, her mom’s not there. Not like that’s unusual, sometimes she works early morning shifts at the diner before heading to her secretary job. She normally tells her about that, but last night she said nothing. Or maybe she did in her rush out the door to her late-night shift. 

Why would she work a late night and an early morning though? She’s never done it before. And considering the tips are shit and the pay is worse, she wouldn’t put herself through that. So where is she?

Julie checked around the trailer again, making sure the cot was still in the living room and that no one was in the bathroom. Checks outside to see if her mom’s car was there, and around back to make sure it wasn’t there either. Not a trace of her mother to be found anywhere. 

Going back into the house, she dials the number of the diner to check if her mom’s there. One waiter answers, saying he hasn’t seen her all morning. 

Worry fills Julie, this isn’t like her mom. Not anymore. She doesn’t go out at night anymore. Promising Julie that she wouldn’t. Her mom had broken a few promises in the past, but this was not one that she would. 

At least that’s what Julie hopes. 

An hour later, her mom is still nowhere to be seen. She calls the office she works at to see if she showed up for her shift, nothing. As she’s dialing 911 to see if they can go around different bars to try and find her, she hears a car pulling up in front of her trailer. Followed by two doors slamming shut. 

Her heart is beating out of her chest as she goes to answer the door when they knock, opening to find two police officers waiting there with solemn looks on their faces. 

“Hello, miss. My name is Officer Powell and this is Officer Callahan. Are you Julie Lawson, Rebecca Lawson’s daughter.?”

“Yes,” she responds with a shaky voice. 

Powell and Callahan share a glance before turning back to her. “Could we come in, we have some unfortunate news about your mom.”

Her heart drops as she lets them in, already planning to hear the worst. 

“You might want to sit down for this,” Callahan says, pulling over one of the kitchen chairs to sit in, making himself at home. 

“Last night, police were called to a motor vehicle accident scene over on Oak Street. A driver ran off the road and hit a tree. They identified her as your mom. She was rushed to the hospital, but as of this morning, we are sorry to say she passed.”

Tears flood Julie’s eyes as she tries to blink them back, but can’t. They fall down her face as her mind races to catch up to reality. The room blurs and she can’t hear anything over the beating of her own heart. She feels as if her soul has left her body, watching her from the outside instead of in. 

“We are so sorry, Julie,” Powell continues. “We have no idea how you must be feeling right now, but if you would like to talk to a counselor about this, we can help arrange that for you.”

Julie gapes, trying to say something but nothing will come out. She shuts her mouth and swallows, trying to calm herself down enough to say something. “What, what will happen to me?” she asks with a trembling voice. 

“You’ll be placed in child protective services, they’ll try and find some family for you to stay with or find you a foster home,” Callahan explains.

“We know that this is a lot for you to take in right now. But we need you to go and pack a bag. You can come back in a few days to get the rest of your things, but you need to come with us. We’ll give you some space while you pack, take as long as you need.”

“Just not too long,” Callahan interrupts. 

“Phil,” Powell sighs, glaring at him. “Don’t listen to him, take as long as you need and meet us outside when you're ready.”

Powell stands, pulling Callahan up and ushering him out of the door. He shuts it gently behind him and Julie can hear him chastizing Callahan behind it. 

Julie leans back on the couch, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, attempting not to break just there. But she does. Tears stream down her face as her breaths become labored and shaky. Her hand comes to cover her mouth as she sobs, covering up her pain. 

Her mom is gone. The only family, the only life she’s ever known. The person who was there for her no matter what. The person who knows her better than anyone else in the entire world. Taken from her without warning. 

And now Julie is left alone. 

Part 3

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#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #julie lawson #original female character #secret sibling au #fic #steddie fic #stranger things fic #steve harrington and julie lawson are siblings #steve's dad is a raging piece of shit #cw implied child abuse #tw implied child abuse #minor character death #tw grief #cw grief

[vaxxy-the-raven]

Thinking about Vax'ildan...

Specifically thinking about my appearance headcanons for him, Vex and their parents.

Thinking about how pretty Vax is, he's arguably the prettiest person to ever exist, but he just doesn't see it at all sadly.

He only sees his father, who is a monster in his eyes, which means he must also be one.

Vex'ahlia has tried to help him see himself otherwise for years, and I see Keyleth and Shaun trying to help with this too, but Vax looks more like Syldor than Vex does and he's had a few people point this out to him.

He has his father's sleek black hair and pale white skin, while Vex has their mother's curly dark brown hair and warm brown skin - something that Vax has always been very jealous of his sister for.

While Vex thinks Vax looks nothing like Syldor, she thinks he's much softer and kinder looking than their father is.

Sure, they have identical hair and similar complexions, but Vax has their mother's face shape and her dimples!

And sure, Vax has Syldor's nose bump, too, but he also has his mother's birthmark as well!

And Vex has their father's nose bump like him, does Vax think that it makes her ugly as well?

Of course not! Vax doesn't see Syldor in her face, just Elaina, and their mother was beautiful.

It frustrates Vex to no end that Vax can't see himself in the mirror, that he only sees their shitty dad, and it pisses her off that Syldor made him like this.

Their dad often gave Vax a hard time for looking too much like himself, but also not enough like him at the same time.

He hated Vex for looking nothing like him, but because Vax looked somewhat like him but not exactly, and because Vax was nothing like what Syldor wanted in a child, Vax got the brunt of Syldor's ire.

I also headcanon Syldor as transphobic, Vax being trans, which adds another layer to Syldor's hatred for Vax.

Maybe Vax carries some internalised transhobia thanks to his dad's horrible treatment of him when he was a teen?

So Vax tries to avoid mirrors and other reflective surfaces like a good thief avoids the law.

Because he knows that if he sees himself, all he will see is his father's disapproving glare.

#cw implied child abuse #cw transphobia mentioned #vax'ildan #vex'ahlia #critical role #cr spoilers #cr headcanons #vaxxy shut the fuck up challenge

[volatilechemicalz]

Haha oops my hand slipped

(if you rb dont forget the tw tags)

#doodle #defnotdoodles #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt x arcane #rottmnt au #tw implied child abuse #cw implied child abuse #tw child abuse #<-i think thats the first time ive used those . well its probably gonna happen again fjs #ik i draw them being silly all the time but they're a little fucked up actually #this is around when they first start working with viktor and jayce on Hextech btw #imagine finding out that your newly acquired collegue is mentally ill + traumatized like this 💀 #angst #💤

[truly-morgan]

[Safe home, feat. LQR]

Shuangjie | Mo Dao Zu Shi Modern AU + cw: implied child neglect 03-06-2021

[Jiang cheng, wei wuxian, lan qiren, modern]

What if the perfect family™ jiangs? Everyone thinks everything is perfect. Successful parents with good company. Good and kind daughters. Two brilliant sons who keep besting everyone in their classes. When people meet up with the family, nothing ever seems out of place, it's to such a point sometimes it feels surreal in a way. How can a family be this perfect?

It's all a facade. That's how.

jyl is the lucky one to be a daughter in a way. She is not as pressured as her brothers to do good in everything (mostly learning to be a good wife). She is well-loved by their parents and she knows it. Of course, being the daughter has its own negative traits, but she is sure this is common to every daughter around China. Plus, she is slowly building her relationship with jzx and is often out in the most recent months, so she is away from problems.

jc knows he is not enough for jfm and he is slowly starting to give up on being enough for him (though it never stops to hurt when anything good he does is being dismissed easily). He doesn't have a bad relationship with his father perse, but not having one isn't that much better either. yzy is something else but on another extreme. He /knows/ she loves him and only wants the best for him, but most of the time her demand for him to always do better is overwhelming and draining. Even with her, he doesn't do good enough, since it doesn't surpass wwx.

wwx relationship with yzy is more than bad, he knows that if he could just disappear she would be more than delighted to see that. around her he's always walking on eggshells, not wanting to anger her (which leads sometimes to jc also being brought into it). He makes sure to always be polite and knows better than to provoke her. With jfm if finds it complicated. He has a good relationship, the man seems to absolutely love him (which sometimes does make him uncomfortable because he sees how jfm doesn't treat jc that way).

But in a way, he feels something missing. wwx sometimes feels jfm loves him only because of his mother, not because of /him/. Plus, he doesn't like how he is used to comparing jc's grades (which are also great!).

Thankfully, over the years the two of them managed not to be broken apart by these treatments. when jc needs to vent, he knows wwx will listen and reassure his insecurities and never with lies, wwx always tells him what he really thinks in those more fragile moments they have.

wwx is less inclined to vent his frustration, as he doesn't want it to sound like he's not thankful for the jiang family to take him in. His memory of who was taking care of him before that is not good and he wouldn't be as well today if it wasn't for them (doesn't stop jc from pulling out of him his frustration sometimes, because holding all in his bad.)

But they don't always say everything and toe the line between keeping this good relationship and being torn apart by the little crack their parents managed to create with years of pitting them together. jc is scared to hurt wwx with his jealousy and small resentment by moment, while wwx is afraid to break apart the family even more than he did by being brought in by jfm.

of course, lqr is like everyone else, thinking the jiang family must be as good and loving as they look. both sons are doing very well in school (though he does have his dislike and frustration with how disruptive and loud wwx can be in his classes).

but with time he does notice small detail. Like how jc seems to be starving for the small praises he gives him, or the way jfm seems a bit too detached when they have some parent-teacher meeting. even wwx seems a bit off when he sees him at those meetings. He is /too/ well-behaved and polite, he even caught his little sideglance to yzy when lqr talk about the problem he caused, looking apprehensive.

The first brother lqr really starts to take care of his jc. He notices how often the young man seems to be waiting until late to go back home, even after school club. Sure, the area is safe, but it's still no good for a young teen to stay out so late. at least wwx seems to be with him all these times, waiting for jc's club to be over when he doesn't have his own club to go to that evening.

they sometimes simply give up and go back by bus together, greeting their teacher when they notice him. but the night when wwx cannot stay after school with jc seems to always be the one where the young man has to wait for the most until someone finally picks him up.

but this time it is more later than usual, lqr had to stay behind to help other teachers and he knew lxc and lwj would probably not mind practising some more even once their music lesson was over (the teacher trust them to place everything back correctly and lock the door).

this is when he noticed jc still waiting at the school entry, looking a bit anxious outside in the rain. "Jiang Cheng", lqr calls, making the youth jump and turn towards him to greet him politely. "Your parents haven't picked you up yet?" he asks as he looks around, "Your brother isn't here?".

"His club activities were cancelled for today and he went to nhs house to help him with some theory he did not understand in math" replied jc with a small smile. The news surprised lqr a bit, as he did not expect wwx to be this kind of student.

but despite how disrupting the young man could be, he had to study /at some point/, he and jc wouldn't always be at the top of the list if neither of them was studying. It was just a bit hard to put studying hard on the list of things wwx does.

"Then why aren't your parents here yet?" he asks, a bit worried. The young man had never stayed until this late.

"I think they had to do overtime" jc replies as he looks back at his phone. "I was waiting for the rain to go down a bit so I can take the bus". lqr frowns at this. Over time or not, shouldn't they at least find someone to pick up their son? he is sure he has already seen their assistant in the past being the one picking up jc, so why not now?

lqr takes a look at the heavy rain, then at his nephew who seems to understand want he wants to do, lxc offering him a small smile.

"Then I'll take you back home" lqr offers, before cutting jc off when he wants to decline, "I couldn't let one of my students go back home under such weather, I do not want anything happening to you".

jc ends up accepting, clearly looking relieved that he won't have to walk all the way to the bus stop without an umbrella (lqr notice he doesn't have one, sharing his with his student). The ride is filled with lxc trying to make jc feel a bit more at ease and make it clear it's not a bother (even lwj tries his best despite clearly not being sure what to say).

lqr isn't sure about letting jc go, as everything in the house seems dark. clearly, no one is home. "No need to worry lan-laoshi, I am sure jiejie will be back soon too," he says, although it doesn't sound really sure. lqr doesn't want to force him, so he lets him go, going away only once he's sure jc is inside his house.

This same scenario starts to occur more often than not, which does concern lqr, even more, when jc as to wait alone without wwx. "nhs brother asked if wwx minded tutoring to help raise nhs grades, so now he goes over after their club activities" (learning this, lqr doesn't miss telling wwx how well it is of him for doing so, since he believes in encouraging good behaviour, especially in more troublesome students).

at some point jc finally accepts to be taken to the lan's house, knowing his parents won't be home that night (he only learned that over the phone, as lqr was standing next to him, frowning a bit).

like this, it became a rather usual occurrence for jc to be over at their house, lwj clearly warming up to him slowly. the guest room even unofficially became jc's room when both his parents are away for business, as if believing their kids were now old enough to take care of themselves. (they are, but lqr simply cannot let himself feel comfortable at the idea of his student having to always be left alone like this).

one night jc especially looks anxious, looking back at his bag on the floor often until his phone finally rings. he hesitates, until lqr signs him he can pick it up.

"Did you find somewhere... Wen Ning?... no no I found somewhere too... yeah I know jiejie is at the jin house... okay see you at school tomorrow and don't get in trouble!" they can hear from where jc was talking in the living room, clearly trying to be quiet.

lwj is frowning at this, clearly understanding that wwx is also not home. lqr is a bit concerned at this. why does it sound like the brothers are used to needing to find somewhere to stay temporarily? but when jc comes back he doesn't comment, not wanting to intrude either.

jc apologies while he simply says it's alright, it's good to take care of your family.

The first time he brings wwx in (other than when lwj would bring him over to study, though he never stayed over) was when the boys were 16 and he had already been taking care of jc on and off for two years.

He had his share of worrying about wwx a bit, yet the young man never showed signs of emotional neglect the way his brother does and jfm always seems to shower him with praise when he meets the man.

The thing seemed off, but he had been too focused on jc to really notice how things had changed a bit. all he could see was how wwx seemed as disruptive as ever and rumours were going around that he was fighting outside of school too (which jc did admit worrying about wwx on that front since he refused to tell him).

that evening wwx showed up at the house unannounced, really close to 9 p.m. (despite knowing of their strict schedules). wwx seems surprised that he's the one opening, "It's 8.45 wy, a-zhan cannot play with you" he says, something in him still not wanting for him to influence his nephew badly.

the young man gives an awkward laugh, clearly cutting himself as he was going to say something "I get it, sorry for disturbing lan-laoshi this late" he says with an anxious smile, backing away to look down at his phone while biting his thumb.

only when lqr was about to close the door does he realise something isn't right and look back up. he doesn't remember any car dropping wwx by and the teen clearly didn't take a bike here. Did he take the bus and walk? no, at this time there aren't as many buses close to their house.

He also notices the small bag wwx is carrying, probably enough clothing for at least a night he assumes.

He did not come here to play around with lwj, he came for the night. A bad feeling settles in and he has a vague idea of why he is here. "Wei Ying" he calls back before the young man can call someone else (at least, he assumes this is what he was about to do). he moves aside, showing inside the house. the teen quickly understands, quickly jogging back inside the house, and taking off his shoes.

"Sorry for the intrusion" he hears the young man say before following him to the kitchen. Under the soft light, he can now see that wwx seems tired, a bruise forming on the side of his left eye.

This makes lqr frown a bit. he did not remember seeing this bruise when he saw the youth that day. had he fought through after school again? yet he felt like this wasn't it, if it was the case, why would he seek out somewhere to go?

He sits him down, preparing some tea as he wants for the young man to relax since wwx is still fidgeting anxiously. he also has some questions to ask him. As he was about to ask what happened, the phone on the table started ringing, "Chengcheng🐶" appeared on the screen and lqr can guess who it is.

wwx quickly answer when he sees lqr nods (he cannot stop him from reassuring jc after all).

"Are you alright?" jc asks, the sound loud enough in the quiet house to be heard clearly.

"Yes don't worry"

"Did you find somewhere, are you at nhs place?"

"Yes I found somewhere" wwx reassure softly

"He's at my place" lqr clarifies, a sigh of relief clearly heard through the phone. "Okay, good, perfect, I will come see you in the morning so don't run off before I come!".

lqr doesn't miss the warm smile on wwx smile as he hears his brother saying he will pick him up next morning, agree. He only manages to hang up when he has reassured him some more.

nearly at the same time lwj arrived, attracted by the sudden commotion downstairs, but also because it was wy voice this time. He frowns when he sees his bruise, looking up at lqr with a questioning look.

"Wei Ying will be staying tonight, please prepare the room for him" lwj immediately nods, getting back up to prepare the room.

"Thank you for letting me in" wwx thanks again. he wanted to ask for help from lwj and he had also heard jc say that lqr was really nice, he had been scared that maybe the man wouldn't be as generous, he /did/ bothered the man quite a lot in class before. Sure, he was enduring him hanging out with lwj, but he had the impression the man didn't really appreciate him.

lqr did try to pry some answer out of him, but wwx was a bit stubborn in his lie and it was too quick before lwj was back, first aid kit in hand to help his friend. before going wwx thanked him again, following lwj upstairs.

the next morning jc is here early (knowing when the lan eats breakfast) and enters with his key (lqr is happy, he gave it to him a couple of weeks ago so he can enter when he needs it but it took a while before he was really comfortable doing so).

he greets everyone before checking in on wwx immediately, clearly anxious at the signs of his bruise. "Did you fight again?" he asks worriedly.

"Wc was saying bullshit about you again, he was looking for it" wwx replies with a smile, clearly feeling better than the day before. "Language wei ying" he receives, making him apologise a bit.

he was clearly about to add more to tell the truth to jc, but after taking a glance at lxc and lqr he simply smiled. "I will be alright".

later lqr ask lwj what happened (believing wwx might have told him). he had most likely promised not to tell since he seemed to hesitate. "Did he got kick out because of the fight".

"... half of it" he simply receives before his nephew left for his classes when lqr nods.

after that, it also became a recurring thing that either of both brothers would come to the house, whether it was because the parents were both away, doing late hours, not picking them up or wwx was kicked out again.

the guest room that had slowly become jc's room became their conjoint room at the lan house, clearly not minding being in the same room. the time when lqr needed to get up in the night he would sometimes hear them whisper (he couldn't blame them for not being able to sleep at 9) by then, lqr opinion of the parents at sank really low, clearly understanding that they didn't really care (or at least not anymore) unless it was about grades (he heard once the brother talks about the company succession and how much pressure jc had over this).

got to go to work soon, but here are points I might try to write if I can:

=lqr slowly warming up to wwx and seeing he's not just the disruptive kid he thought he was

=shuangjie basically has a stack of clothing and all needed at their house because of how often they are here

=shuangjie feelings really safe and appreciated at the lan's house, feeling more like home there than when they are "home"

=feeling comfortable enough to talk about child neglect (although neither thought it was that)

=shuangjie having a place where they can finally tell each other everything without the fear of yzy and jfm hearing/barging into the discussion (leading to wwx understanding more about jc)

=wwx finally talking about the slightly more important child neglect he went through before being picked up by jfm

=wwx also finally opening up about some physical and verbal abuse from yzy ("It was just some slap and thing thrown at me" he tries to downgrade the importance)

=just overall shuangjie finally talks sincerely about everything even if it hurt because they know they will be there to catch the other and the lan's will also be there. having somewhere to slowly heal and work the issue caused by all this neglect

=lqr becoming more protective of them because he decided if the jiang don't want to raise them correctly, he will. He can easily take care of 4 kid, he don't mind it

=yzy and jfm pride hurt when they see jc and wwx much more at ease around lqr than the,

=just overall a newfound family for shuangjie

=supportive uncle lqr when maybe wangxian and xicheng become a thing? Also being the first one shuangjie felt comfortable about telling they might not be straight (after telling each other)

sorry for those who are not comfortable/triggered with neglect/abuse (if I wrote those, cw will be in place)

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#tweet archive #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #shuangjie #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #lan qiren #safe home #lan qiren is a good man #bonding #found family #modern au #cw child neglect #cw implied child abuse