#shit parents

[yelenaschild]

“Why don't you wanna have kids?”

Oh I don't know man, maybe it's the nagging fear of turning out to be like my dad or my mom, or maybe the general horror of being a shit parent, that seems to be hereditary in my family for all the 3 known generations.

So.... Tuesday?

[demigoddessofthetrees]

Determined to GTFO

My anger and hatred of my parents has turned into determination for me to get a job, get my drivers licence, and out do their expectations. Then say fuck you and move out once I hit 18. Because of their actions I am having less and less emotional attachments to them so it wont be hard moving out aside from them asking me why and that they only loved me. Even though they always dead name me and call me a man so they don't really mean that do they? Anyway 8 months to do all that, I can do it.

[poetaster-crow]

My mom has finally accepted she has ADHD and that's great!

I just wish she would accept that I, the person with the actual diagnosis who told her she has it because it's a genetic trait, also have ADHD that manifests a bit differently from hers

[writersmorgue]

Febuwhump Day 9 - false memory

warnings in tags

wc: 1001

 Day 8 << Ao3 >> Day 10

“Mama?”

She pokes her face out of the kitchen, long green hair in a bun, sleeves rolled up, and bright yellow dishwashing gloves on. 

“Yeah, baby?”

“Where did the picture of you an’ Daddy go?”

He points to the big shelf in the living room that holds all his art and the picture they made him take at school last year.

She goes back into the kitchen, her voice wobbly, “I put it away, sweetheart.”

Izuku’s tummy hurts when he thinks about it. 

Away.

Away is where Daddy is, that’s what Mama said.

He turns to the front door, where Mama’s messy work bag sits against the shoe shelf. 

Daddy is away, working, like Mama does when he’s at school.

Satisfied, he smiles and goes back to playing Hero. He usually plays with Kacchan, but his family has been on vacation, so he hasn’t seen him in forever.

He’ll be back, and so will Daddy, and they’ll all play heroes together!

-

It’s been a rough week. Kacchan blew up his notebook, and then his backup notebook, and his backup backup notebook. 

I hadn’t even written in it yet. 

He frowns, kicking a rock on the street as he walks. 

He looks ahead at Katsuki’s hunched back. He graciously allows Izuku to walk with him, but only if Izuku stays two dozen meters back. It’s been a careful trial and error of discovery, and lots of pebbles embedded in his skin for his troubles. 

Long gone are the days when their hands would swing clasped back and forth between them, where Katsuki would tuck Izuku behind him as they crossed the street so he wouldn’t get hurt. 

Katsuki turns to the right, not sparing Izuku a glance as he stomps up the driveway to his house. 

“See you Monday, Kacchan.” He whispers, more to himself. 

Before the other boy gets a chance to unlock the door, it swings open in front of him. The ever-calm presence of one Bakugo Masaru is waiting in the entryway. He greets his son, ushering him inside, and catches a glimpse of Izuku before he can hide. 

“Izuku!” He cheers, waving, “Would you like to join us for dinner? I know Inko works nights on Fridays-”

For some reason, it irks him.

He’s not a baby; he doesn’t need the Bakugos’ doting to keep him alive, and especially not when their son would rather kill Izuku than watch him set foot in their house. 

He doesn’t want their big, happy family rubbed in his face.

No, he needs to get home, to his own family. 

“Sorry, my dad is waiting for me to call, gotta go!”

He sprints off before he can watch the smile fall from Masaru’s face. Auntie’s voice pipes up before he can get out of earshot, “Did he just say-”

He runs all the way home, and he eats the dinner waiting for him in the fridge alone. 

-

Izuku hasn’t felt pain like this in-

“Gah!”

Well, it’s been a while. 

“Izuku, you’re gonna be alright, Recovery Girl is coming, okay?”

He looks up at Shouto’s blisteringly remorseful face and shakes his head, “No, it’s alright.” 

The white of his femur is jutting out of his leg like a beacon, and his stomach rolls just looking at it. 

He finally stopped breaking his bones from his quirk sometime late in his first year, so being one of 3-A’s Big Three now, it’s not something he really anticipates going into a spar anymore. 

Figures he would do something stupid like eat shit on Shouto’s ice and shatter his leg on a random Tuesday. 

“Deku, what the hell is your problem?” 

He glares at Kacchan, meeting his ire head-on, “It’s not like I did it on purpose.” He grits, pressing his upper thigh to ease the throbbing. It’s not like his pain tolerance is zero, but he’s a little out of practice. 

“I’ll call your mom, she’s gonna fucking kill you.” 

“She’s working, don’t call her.” 

“Who the fuck else am I supposed to call?!” 

“I don’t know, my dad? You can just leave a damn message; he’s probably asleep.” He shouts, wincing as Ochako’s quirk takes hold of him suddenly and he levitates him off the ground, floating away toward the sound of Recovery Girl’s irritated muttering. 

“Not like he can do anything from America, but if you gotta tell someone-” He throws his hands up, leaning back into the zero gravity and trying to relax, “Mom doesn’t need to deal with this right now.”

-

Shouto watches as Izuku drifts out of the room, a frown etched on his face in a way he’s never seen before. 

“I didn’t know Izuku’s dad worked in America.” In theory, he supposes he was speaking to Katsuki, but he still startles when he speaks, not expecting a reply. 

“He fucking doesn’t.”

Turning to the other teen, he quirks an eyebrow. 

“What do you mean?”

Bakugo sighs, rubbing a hand into his temple, “Fucker ditched them when Izuku was diagnosed quirkless. I don’t know- I think Izuku has forgotten, or blocked it out, or some shit.”

Shouto looks back to the now-empty entrance of Gym Gamma, frowning, “Blocked it out?”

“It was bad.” Katsuki says, leaning over to swipe Izuku’s discarded left gym shoe from the floor, “Big blowout fight with Auntie. Probably fuckin’ traumatized him, but my parents always told me not to bring it up, so we don’t talk about it.”

He sends one last look at the doorway before turning back towards the locker room, “Guess Auntie didn’t either.” 

Shouto hums, pulling his phone out of his gym bag as soon as they reach the lockers. He clicks on Aizawa’s contact and relays the news to him when he picks up on the second ring. 

Aizawa sighs and tells him he’s on his way, and not to let Izuku do anything else stupid. 

“I’ll try my best.”

“Good.”

If Hitoshi and Shouto have learned to see him as a father figure, maybe Izuku can too.

[ao3sbatfamily]

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'Can I tempt you?' by Ididloveyou_once

Author: @ididloveyou

‘Apologize,’ Jack spat and Tim huffed a laugh, looking at Janet. He really didn’t care. He was eager to get home, collapse on his bed, and bask in the lingering feeling of Conner’s body pressed against his.

‘I’m sorry I implied that you’re an alcoho-’

‘For the display in there,’ Jack seethed and that nicked his good mood a little. He wasn’t sorry for dancing with Conner. He didn’t think he’d ever smiled so much in his life.

Still, apologies were only words so whatever. He sighed deeply.

‘I’m sorry I flirted with him. I’m sorry I danced with him. I’m sorry I want to fuck him. Well, actually, I’m sorry I want him to fuck me, I guess that’s more accurate. Anything else you want me to apologize for? Existing, maybe?’

Jack took a breath and when he spoke his voice was low and furious,

‘I have never - never - been more relieved to be leaving you behind tomorrow.’

[love-me-love-my-weirdness]

You’re allowed to be mad at people for nothing, by the way. All those times that they stood by and just watched it happen to you matter. You can be angry. They hurt you however indirectly. They saw and they didn’t do anything and it is completely understandable if you’re pissed about that.

Go scream profanity. Don’t worry, I’ve got your back.

[acoustic-ghouls]

Shit parents will demand their children to be the “bigger person” after they get treated like they’re nothing. They really are out there expecting their kids to resolve everything instead of just taking accountability and being a better parent. Makes me think some parents are just having kids so the kids can become the parent instead

-L.M.

[eldrytchcryptid]

God I almost forgot what it was like to be my parents' punching bag

Gotta stay humble lol can't be having me thinking I'm healing our relationship or anything