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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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am i the asshole for yelling at my dad?

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TRIGGER WARNING: somewhat stalking, anger issues, mentions of violence, mentions of threats. stay safe guys.

just to provide some background, i (14n) am a bit of an unregulated crier. the tiniest things (like what happened today) make me start bawling. i'm trying to work on it since my mom (47f) says it's me being a bit dramatic. on the other hand, my father (48m) has some problems when it comes to getting frustrated. the place where i live can have a lot of traffic and road rage incidents so this isn't too uncommon for me to experience. i just never reacted quite like this before.

anyways, what happened was my dad had just picked me up from school. i had just had a very long day (school hours are from 7:30-2:30, i stayed until 5 for additional extra curriculars) and was letting him know about my day. we were talking, he was driving a bit slow, and everything was kinda okay. but when we got to this intersection, someone turned in front of him, cutting him off. i could tell the random driver was in a bit of a rush, so it wasn't really that upsetting to me. but my dad got really angry, flipping them off and honking loudly, as well as rolling down the window to give them a few choice words.

i told him to calm down, and he kind of did, saying to me a couple of curse words about that driver but i ignored him. but as we kept driving he seemed to get more frustrated. eventually, someone else cut him off and he completely lost it, screaming and honking and cursing really loudly. again, i told him to calm down, it wasn't really a big deal. but he wouldn't stop.

he continued to get mad about that driver, saying he was going to speed up and catch up to them to give them a piece of his mind. he ran a red light just to do so (he later told me it wasn't that important since its one of those tiny lights by little gated communities and no one was in the road). eventually when he caught up, he followed them for a while, and noticed them turning into our neighborhood.

he got weirdly fixated from then on, going in circles around our neighborhood to see where the car went. he kept making comments, saying that the driver was screwed because "he'd know where they live", and that "they were going to regret it".

i got scared, because i know sometimes when he gets into one of these moments he won't be sensical. there have been several moments before where i've begged him to just let things go because they (to me at least) aren't a big deal. he's repeatedly made threats in our house to the neighbors (he doesn't like their fireworks) and has mentioned specifically how he planned on getting a gun and sh00ting them. so i might've gotten a bit scared.

i told him to stop, and i told him he wouldn't find them because i saw them park. immediately he turned on me, demanding to know where they went. i got scared again but didn't say anything. he got really pushy and so i took my phone out and called my mom.

my mom (47f) is one of the only people my dad listens to. after calling her twice, she picks up the phone. it's hectic because he's still circling the neighborhood, and im trying to tell her that he's trying to chase someone to their house and she has to tell him to stop and to take us home.

she does tell him that, and he relents. we take a turn back to our house but that's when he sees the other driver's car. and that's when all shit goes down. because he starts laughing and saying they'll get what they deserve, and that they'll regret it, and he memorizes their fucking address.

i tell him to stop, to just ignore it (for the fiftieth time) but he ignores me. i just explode, yelling at him and telling him not everything is a personal slight against him, and not everything requires such an extreme response. i tell him he gets upset over minor things, and he doesn't have to be like that.

he just replies that he isn't the one upset, and that i'm the one yelling at him. i cry.

so tumblr, am i the asshole? it's none of my business what my parents do and i could've told him nicely to let it go. and my fears were based on assumptions of prior comments i didn't have the full context of. i really hope i did the right thing but it bothers me i stooped to his level by getting upset.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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thedeluluverse · 9 months

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Annyeong my darling @starfire21! Here is your request! Sorry it took longer than I quoted, hope it was worth the wait! Let me know of anyyyyy feedback ok? Enjoy :) <3333

Author’s Note: Big thanks to @starfire21 for this request as it beckons in a new era of not just BTS fics! I hope y’all enjoy and feel free to send me requests anytime 😊Also, I got a tad bit carried away so if it's too long, sorry! hehe

Summary: Being together for 2 years, there is no limit to how well you know each other. So why do you still try to hide?

Pairing: softDom!Minho x subbyJYPstaffF!reader.

Rating: 18+

Genre: idol!au, angst, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, coworker romance

Word Count: 3,861

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. swearing, angst in a couple parts, fingering (f. receiving), breast play, dirty talk, pet names, overstimulation, clit play, praise kink, neck kissing, guilt, crying, cockwarming, mom and dad issues, reader highkey hates her dad and wants to unalive him so there's talk of that too.

It's been 2 hours, and you are still reeling. Despite living in Korea for about 6 years at this point, your parents still manage to get under your skin. A notification pops up on your phone that your boyfriend, none other than Lee Minho of Stray Kids, has gone live. A small smile appears, knowing that he helps comfort you even through a screen and wondering if he can sense your need for his presence. Probably not, but it's a nice thought!

Once the live is through, you give a sigh of contentment, quickly replaced by the familiar sinking feeling that comes with the trauma you can't seem to shake. You are on the verge of sobbing when your phone screen lights up, showing that your boyfriend is trying to Facetime you. Taking a few deep breaths and smiling, you accept the call and are greeted by an "Annyeong jagiya! Did you see the live?". Nodding your head, you reply, "I did, and you look so handsome today, babe!".

Despite you doing your best to smile enough to not worry him, he can tell that the smile far from reaches your eyes. His tone changes to stern as his eyes bore into your soul; thank goodness there's a screen separating y'all! "Tell me." He demands; you try to laugh it off. "Tell you what? That I love you; you know I do, Min!". He isn't laughing, "Don't play this game with me, angel, I can tell something is wrong. Please, I'm here for you, always.".

At his sincere words and concern for your well-being, the dam is broken, and you start bawling, unable to communicate for about 3 minutes. He understands and doesn't bother you; he just looks at you pitifully, upset that he knows there is nothing he can do to help right now. Once your breathing has regulated, you say, "Okay, well, buckle up, my love, because today was a doozy…" he nods to show that he is ready and you are free to start whenever.

After a sip of water, you begin, "First off, my dad, who I haven't talked to in about 7 years, texted me out of the blue asking what I've been up to, and he misses me (bullshit, you mutter under your breath). So this fucker asks if we can meet up for lunch or something soon. I told him that I was not in the States anymore. He said that my mom was bragging about me and accidentally let it slip that I live in Korea now, so that's no issue since he has wanted to take a trip anyway. “

“I told him to stay out of my goddamn life since that is what he is best at, and he lost his chances to reconcile with me a decade ago. Then he dared to get angry with me and say he deserves to see me because ' he's my father.' I told him he was just a sperm donor and he had no right to me, especially since I changed my last name once I moved out. He didn't like that and said that I was just like my mom, a bitch, and that was it. Now most times, I don't like being compared to my mom, but in cases like these, it's a badge of honor, lol.”.

As you take a breath, Minho stares off from his phone for a moment to process all of that. Now, that situation would be intense to hear about for anyone. Still, it's an entirely different playing field for your fiercely protective boyfriend who knows about your trauma. "I'm gonna kill him." He states, still looking off into the distance.

You damn near spit out your water at the suddenness of this statement, then reply with, "I mean, go for it, have fun even, but make sure I'm there. I want to see his pathetic life leave his blank stare as I deal the final blow." His eyes widen, knowing that your talk of wanting to kill your dad was serious all these years; his only response is to nod, "Anything you want, Princess.".

Blushing at the pet name and feeling a bit better, having vented some of the day away, you say, "You are already fuming; I can just finish up the story later. It's okay. I will see you, la-" "You'll see me as soon as you are done telling me what happened today. Yes, I am pissed at your dad on multiple levels. Still, I care about you even more. So what else happened, honey?". You close your eyes, and with your voice slightly cracking, you say, "My mom. She happened. So she Facetimed me earlier, like 10 minutes after the ordeal with 'dad'.

She just wanted to check up on me, but I was snippier than usual because I don't like surprises like that and wouldn't have agreed to call just then. I told her that she needs to not just randomly Facetime me because next time, depending on what kind of day I'm having, I may not be in the mood to pick up. She didn't like that at all and tried to play the guilt card of not seeing me in forever despite her knowing I’ve been super busy lately. I told her that wasn’t fair, and we texted enough for her to know that my life has been hectic, so she needs to not try to make me feel guilty for my success."

“So then,” you continue, “she happens to spot that the sink has dishes, trash needs to be taken out, etc., etc., and huffs. I ask what's wrong, and she proceeds to say that, well, despite success looks like you can't handle it all if you can't maintain a clean living space and that after this long, she thought that I would’ve figured out a routine that works for me by now.

She even had the audacity to say, 'Ah yes, your work is soooo taxing being around gorgeous people all day, you poor thing.' That set me off; I told her that my job is taxing because I want to ensure I am doing my best, so they do not have to worry as much. I have had no energy to do anything when I come home lately besides shower, eat, and talk to Min for a little while before I pass out. The final straw was when she said, ', Oh, so you have time for your boyfriend but not for your mom; I see how it is.' And just ended the call."

He stares into space again and says, "Wait…what the actual fuck??!! She knows you have abandonment issues and how your energy levels can be, and she dares to pull that…. I'm so sorry, love, for everything." You sniffle, trying to ward off more tears and answer, "It isn't your fault, though; none of this is, which is why I wasn't going to bother you with it or bring down your day. Especially after a live because I know you get a mixed bag of comments with those; I feel extra bad now. I'm sorry; I'm selfish and shouldn't have word-vomited on you. Oh fuck, am I like my dad? I'm really gonna run into traffic now," you half-joke.

"AISH. Y/N-AAAA!! I've told you that you never need to hide anything from me, okay? I am here for you. I would’ve hated it if you kept all of this to yourself until you deemed that I was ready to hear it. Lovingly shut the hell up about that 'like your dad/being selfish' shit. I could tell you weren't okay and asked you to share why. Yanno, I love you and know you have struggled mainly alone for too long."

" Your dad would've just started unloading about his day without even thinking to ask how I was before, so stop. No running into traffic jokes either, alright? You really wanna do that to me and the kids?". The corner of your mouth twitches into a slight smile as you say, ", Okay, you maybe have good points; I'm sorry. And I wouldn't do that to you and those fuzzy little cuties in a million years!"

He smirks, "Good, and stop saying sorry. You did nothing wrong, okay?"; you nod in response, granting you a flying kiss through the screen. "Do you have any plans today y/n?" "Nope MinMin, I'm free the rest of the day; why?" "You'll see, just be ready in 15 minutes, dress comfy. I'll see you soon; gonna hang up now, saranghae jagiya!" "Saranghae jagi, I'll see you soon!". The call ends, and you put on your favorite pair of leggings and an oversized hoodie you had stolen from him on your third date paired with your trusty boots, and you are ready to go!

15 minutes later, your boyfriend is pulled into your driveway and leans against the car waiting for you, not wanting to rush you but letting you know he is there. The second you step past your door, he runs up to you and captures you in the most comforting hug that might've ever existed.

This causes you to cry more, and his only response is to softly rub your back, occasionally pecking your temple and forehead with kisses and soothingly whispering, "There there, y/n, I'm here. It's going to be okay, that's it. Let it out.". After about 9 minutes, he wipes away the tears for you, kisses their faint trails, and leads you hand in hand to his car. As he starts driving, you have no idea what he has planned, and frankly, it couldn't matter less; you are feeling better just being in his company.

Putting the car in park, he turns to you and asks, "You ready?" "for what?" you reply. He emerges from the vehicle and opens your door for you, holding your hand as you walk into the building, saying, "Just trust me.". As soon as you walk in, you are taken aback at how nice this place looks but are too entranced in the calming scents of rain and vanilla to put too much thought into it. He notices you just taking everything in and places a gentle hand on the small of your back to catch your attention, "Let's get this started, shall we? Don't worry, I pulled a few strings, and we have the place to ourselves.".

Returning to reality, you look at him with wide eyes, "Wait….did you rent out a whole ass spa just because my parents were jerks??? This is too much; I'll be okay, I swear!". He calmly places a finger over your lips, looking into your eyes. "Nothing is too much for my baby girl, you need to wind down anyway, and I just had an excuse to pull something like this off. Now… go enjoy my love."

You blush at the effort and care he put into this, all for you, and nod, walking to the back. First, you get the best massage of your life, not counting the ones that Min has given you; of course, once it is done, the masseuse leaves so that you can retie your robe and move on to the next room. Nearly falling asleep from how jelly-like your muscles feel, you don't notice that you aren't alone until you feel a hand gripping your ass cheek.

You bolt up and whip your head around only to find your cheeky partner showcasing the cat smirk that you so adore until he moves closer to you and bends down, placing soft kisses on your shoulders, neck, and all over your face until you are both giggling. "Now, on to the next room." He commands while taking hold of your neck with his strong, veiny hands that impress you more and more every day.

Helping you into the next room as you are still a bit wobbly, Min starts feeling like this was definitely a good idea since it has been ages since he has seen your features this relaxed. Once you sit in the massage chair, he plants a kiss on the top of your hand and then leaves you to enjoy phase 2. Phase 2 includes a full mani-pedi as well as a customized facial treatment due to him knowing that you have sensitive skin. He even asked the staff to provide extra cucumber slices to snack on if smelling them on your face kickstarted your craving.

Throughout the mani-pedi, you receive heavenly hand and foot massages, and you start to wonder if this is all a dream due to how perfect everything has been. As you wait a few moments for them to ensure the next room is ready, your sneaky boyfriend whispers into your ear, "Enjoying yourself pretty?" as your eyes are closed, leaning back in relaxation.

Your eyes fly open, mainly from the realization that those 3 words created body-wide goosebumps. Hovering over you, he shakes his head and gently lowers your lids, "Keep relaxing, pet. Let master take care of you, yeah?". Biting your lip, you nod slightly while fighting a moan; at this green light, he starts a trail of kisses from your collarbone down to your sternum.

Your breathing becomes more uneven by the second as he takes one tit into his mouth, swirling and flicking his tongue around your hardened bud and occasionally sucking on it as if his life depended on it. He can tell that you are needy from his actions and stops right before the staff returns to lead you into the next room. Not before he leaves little love bites all over your cleavage, though.

Phase 3 is a special treatment that he personally requested. Now, the spa staff is well aware of your heat sensitivity, and you were fine temperature-wise until Min's little sneaky stunts left you panting with flushed cheeks. Well, it seems he anticipated this because he arranged a cooling stone treatment for you in the next room. They spend about a half hour moving stones of all sizes all along your body and double as many times over your pressure points to ensure you don't get overheated.

In the end, you are instructed to lie face down once again as they leave an even pattern of chilling stones all down your back as well as on the nape of your neck. In the midst of cooling bliss, you feel a familiar set of lips kissing up your calves all the way to the back of your thighs. Goosebumps appear again, and you can feel the desire pooling in your stomach along with the increasing wetness between the lips of your pussy.

He barely has to apply pressure to your inner thighs for you to spread your legs for him even wider. Leaning over your back, he nibbles your earlobe and coyly says, "Damn baby, you really are my subby little kitten, aren't you? All it takes is a few kisses and teasing touches, and you are dripping onto this table for me. I'm not complaining; I've just come to taste my handiwork.".

Before you can object for fear that you'll be walked in on, his tongue is deep in your throbbing cunt, licking broad stripes along your lips. Feeling you adjust slightly in an attempt to grind against his face, he firmly holds down your legs, saying, "C'mon, my needy little babydoll, you gotta stay still so daddy can take care of you. Unless you want them to see that their handiwork has shifted and be privy to your true nature." You groan as if to say, "That's not fair," but you aren't complaining after all…

You finish for the third time, not 5 minutes before the staff walks in with a robe, ready to remove the stones from your back, ignoring the smell of sex as they were paid to do. Sitting on the end of the table, waiting to see what will happen next, Minho saunters in and extends his hand towards you while slightly bowing. Furrowing your brows, you ask, "Um, my dear boyfriend, it's a little difficult for me to walk. Could you tell me where we are going?".

Ignoring your question, he states, "You feel a little chilly."; you huff and reply, "Well, thank you, great compass, that helped a ton. For your information, I am, actually. The stones set me back to neutral, but then, all of that release burned a lot of calories, and now I'm resetting." "I thought as much. Well, welcome to the last stage of Min's 'If I can't kill those who hurt you, I'm gonna try my hardest to kill your unhappiness and soothe your soul for eternity' tour!".

Trying to disguise the tears in your eyes from being seen, you tease, "Damn, that's a mouthful, love…" He just grins and cocks an eyebrow replying, "Yeah, well, so are you, and I'm not complaining."; this makes you blush and scan the area, hoping nobody heard him.

He leads you into a private hot tub/sauna room with the temperature of everything set just warm enough to help you feel normal but cool enough that you won't pass out. You don't waste any time changing into a bathing suit and letting your body succumb to the sensation of the jets and the melting effect that the water is having over every inch of you. Eyes closed and head back, you still have trouble believing all this is real. Ten minutes later, you feel the water rise higher on your body, and it isn't long before you know the culprit is your Min joining you.

Looking to the right of you, where he is sitting, you pull yourself over his lap and start kissing along his neck, all the way behind his ear, and finally over to his lips for a steamy makeout sesh that leaves you both breathless and has him asking, "Well Princess what was that for? I am certainly not mad about it, but I figured you'd be too relaxed to be this bold right now."

It's your turn to smirk as you rub your clothed core against his growing bulge, then whisper against his ear, "See, the thing is…I was relaxed, then you made me all needy, so you have to fix it now, mister." "Oh, do I?" he teases as he slips two fingers inside of your soaked cunt easily, which elicits a very loud “fuck Minho” from your lips. He curls his fingers inside of you, occasionally toying with your sensitive bud while kissing you passionately until you have cum all over his hand 5 times.

He lets you stay collapsed against him for a solid 10 minutes before saying, "Let's go, my adorable little raisin.". Pouting, you lift your head up, meeting his eyes and saying, "But baaabe, I feel too weak to dry off, get dressed, and go all the way to the car…” He chuckles, tucking your hair behind your ear and placing a soft kiss to the tip of your cute nose before explaining, “I planned for this situation as well my love, just trust me yeah?” he says touching his forehead to yours as you nod.

He gets out first, quickly drying off, pulling on a pair of boxers, and heading back to you. He lifts you bridal style with ease out of the hot tub and places you on possibly the best bed you have ever laid on. As he joins you underneath the covers, you curl up against him with your nose on his neck and his chin on top of your head; "Jagi, did you invent a cooling cloud for me to sleep on?" you ask, half out of consciousness.

He gives a deep chuckle in amusement at how tiny you are right now, places a kiss on top of your head, and traces his fingers up and down your spine as he answers, "I'm not thaaat powerful jagiya, but that was precious."

Pressing yourself closer to his chest in embarrassment while giggling, you retort playfully whiny, "Don't make fun of meee. Just tell me what magic is underneath us right now, and can we take it home?". He smiles ear to ear, just as smitten with you as the day he met you, and replies, "Well, I thought you might get overheated, so I asked if they could set up the extra room as a nap area with silk sheets for cooling reasons. Sadly, they didn't have any, but thankfully, they did have this other fabric called habotai. It is much like silk but a bit cheaper and slightly more cooling. If you like it this much, we can send a set home with us."

Barely raising your head, just enough for him to see your eyes, you ask, "Wait, really??" with the wonderment of a child who just got told they can take home the toy they've been eyeing in the store for the past 20 minutes. Kissing your forehead, he nods and can feel fatigue overtake his body; right before he drifts into dreamland, though, your sweet voice permeates the air.

Pressing a palm against his firm chest to let him know you're awake, barely above a whisper, you say, "Um…I don't want to be greedy, but I have a question….if that's alright. I know you've done so much already." He glances down at you and cups your cheek with his palm, "What is it, my star?" you feel your cheeks flush as you ask, "Well, see, the thing is, I was thinking, or rather wondering if you could just…be inside of me? If that's silly, I get it, just, I dunno, I want to feel as close as I can to you. You're so healing you have no idea…".

Before you finish your sentence, he is gently filling you up with his cock and softly presses his lips against yours right as you finish speaking. "I doubt you could ever make a silly request or be greedy where I am concerned, sweetheart. You could want to hula hoop with Saturn's rings, and I'd find a way to grant your wish, my love." Giving a contented sigh, you nod, and you both drift off to the most peaceful sleep either of you have experienced in a long while.

Even though you felt like absolute trash earlier today, here you are, feeling like the most valuable piece of treasure. All thanks to your fantastic boyfriend who sees you as a goddess and would move mountains if it meant you were at peace. The reason is, to him, you are the rarest gem that he had the fortune of stumbling across in life, and he spends every day trying to think of ways to show you just how special you are to him and in general.

After that day, you both vow to always let each other know what is going on so that neither of you faces hardships alone; from now to eternity, you will be each other’s soul soothers, and you couldn't feel more thankful to have this man by your side now and forever.

THE END

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delilahcalicocat · 12 days

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♥︎~Dada's Ok..~♥︎

{Rating: Fluff, Implied Smut ;)}

{Warnings: Swearing, Crying, Y/N being a good mom, Cody Getting his head smashed open by the rock, Blood, Emma Panicking for her Dada, Kissing}

{Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Fem!Mother!Reader}

{Summary: Emma Traveled with her Mama & Dada, Only for the Rock to beat Cody up outside the bus that literally has his Fiancée and Adopted Child in it.}

It was the ending for RAW, Y/N and Emma were waiting for Cody. Y/N watched the TV in the bus as Cody got attacked by the Rock

"Mama!! Dada is getting hurt!!" Emma sobbed

Y/N cuddled the child into her arms, a loud thump was heard outside the bus..

It was Cody, He was already in enough pain from the gash over his head, but the rock insisted on hitting him with a stupid belt

Y/N suddenly opened the door to the bus, shocking the rock, he could hear Emma sobbing faintly.

"She crying because her daddy got hurt?" The rock asked

"No! She's crying because your fucking stupid ass hitting Cody against the bus woke her up! She's gonna be moody all day tomorrow now great!" Y/N seethed

"Big deal, kid can go without a couple hours of sleep." The Rock Sighed

"It's fucking 11:56pm at night, Emma is gonna cry all day tomorrow if she doesn't get enough sleep, go scurry off back to the bloodline now, I'm sure you don't need a bawling child at the Kickoff to WrestleMania Weekend Conference." Y/n Spoke

"Alright whatever, I have to go get ready for the Hall of fame anyways." The Rock rolled his eyes

The Rock then walked back into the Building, Y/N stepped out of the Tour bus to get Cody back up

"Codes, ya need medical attention. Your bleeding pretty bad.." Y/n sighed

Cody was still pretty woozy from the hits to the head, but he trusted Y/N's words

"Alright... Come on.." Cody Spoke, Begrudgingly to Y/N

Y/N and Him got to Medical, and Y/n had to go back because of Emma

"Mama?" Emma Called Out

"Nope you little silly, I'm your uncle Kevin" Kevin Owens Smiled at the little one

"Kev? What are you doing?" Y/N asked

"Oh. Sami saw what happened with Cody and the rock, so he sent me to watch Emma while you spent some time with Cody-" Kevin Said

"Oh, well I'll be good. Just go watch Codes for me.. I gotta get little Emily to bed-" Y/N spoke

Kevin Hastily headed towards medical after Y/N let him out of the bus

"Mama? Is.. Dada.." Emma tried to speak

"Emmy, Baby.. Dada's Gonna be Ok.. he's getting all patched up, you need to sleep though" Y/N reassured the Toddler

Emma couldn't help but panic for her Dada, he was still in the arena..

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"Emmy, Time to Wake up sweetie! We gotta get ready for the Hall Of Fame Event" Y/N Smiled tenderly

"Ok Mama.." Emma Sighed

"Aww, there's my little girl!" Cody Spoke

"Dada!" Emma ran towards Cody in excitement

"Dada's Ok, See Emma?" Y/N Hummed

Y/N sat back down while Cody played with the Toddler

"What do you want for breakfast kiddo?" Cody Asked

"Pancakes" Emma Said

Cody looked a little stunned

"Don't worry Codes, My mom used to live in Philadelphia, there's a Burger King across the street from the arena, in the plaza. I'll order it in my app and sprint there-" Y/N sighed

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Cody and Y/N Sat and snuggled together as Emma ate her pancakes and watched a cartoon on Y/N's Phone.

"I love Emma so much" Y/n spoke

"I really wish I could have another kid-"

"Why wait? We could start now."

"Ye- CODY!" Y/N Tapped Cody's head

"Not infront of Emma!" Y/N jokingly shouted

"It's 10:35am let's go, we gotta go to a meet and greet-" Cody changed the subject

"Alright." Y/N said

"C'mon Emmy, Uncle Jey and Uncle Kevin will be there too" Cody said, Picking up the 6 year old

#wwe fanfiction #wwe smackdown #wwe #wwe raw #cody rhodes #cody rhodes fic #cody rhodes fanfiction #❤️😭#wrestlemania 40 #wrestlemania

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missvelvetsstuff · 9 months

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The Wrong One

Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: reader meets Steve while he's on the run and sticks with him through everything. Until he sees Peggy Carter again.

8. The Storm pt 1

Warnings: swearing, angst, pregnancy stuff, lite smut- fingering and dirty talk

When Y/N officially entered her 7th month she was exhausted and had a hard time finding clothes she can afford that fit comfortably. Even when she found pants that fit around her belly, they were too short and tall sizes were too expensive.

After grumbling about it to Pepper Y/N had to get off of the phone and find something to eat.

She realized how spoiled Bucky had her when prep time was a primary factor in deciding what to eat. She sighed and grabbed a yogurt. The baby, her little girl, was so big that she couldn't eat much food at one sitting.

The doorbell rang, she checked the app on her phone for the doorbell camera and saw it was a delivery. She opened the door and the delivery men wheeled a full rack of clothes, dresses and blouses, plus 2 large boxes with the name of a high end maternity boutique that specialized in tall sizes.

She shook her head, only one person could have done this. She picked up her phone when it picked up "Pepper. What did you do?"

Pepper laughed "Since you're calling me I'm pretty sure you know what I did. You need clothes that fit and are comfortable. Plus, I can afford it and I want to help."

Y/N felt her throat tighten "You didn't need to. I mean, thank you but it's really too much. I'll probably have this kid before I get a chance to wear most of it."

"Advice to a first time mom. Hold on to the clothes, it'll take a bit for your belly to go down after she's born and maternity clothes are more comfortable. At least they were for me."

Y/N felt tears welling up in her eyes, thanked Pepper again then quickly hung up before she started bawling.

While she was going through the clothes her doorbell rang again but this time it was expected because Bucky had just returned from Europe, helping Sam deal with the Flag Smashers, and was bringing her lunch.

She tried to hug him but had to settle on a sideways half hug and a kiss on the cheek, because her belly was always in the way.

Bucky laughed when he felt the baby kicking against his hand "There's my little girl." He leaned down to her bump "You bein a good girl for mama? Letting her sleep?"

Y/N laughed "No she doesn't. She likes to practice her kick boxing on my bladder but only late at night. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever get a good nights sleep again."

He took her hand "Don't worry doll. Won't be long before you have that little one in your arms."

She felt a spark at his touch and inhaled sharply, these hormones were making her crazy- happy, sad, horny. But she was scared, after Steve she didn't know how to trust someone again. Bucky had been such a good friend, she didn't know how She would have made it through all this without him. She didn't think he returned her feelings, besides being his friend's ex She had a baby coming. She was sure Bucky wouldn't want that kind of responsibility right now.

She shook it off and turned to set the table.

Bucky did feel it but didn't want to pressure her or add more drama for her to deal with.

They sat down to eat before he commented "So is this like one of those pop up deals?" Gesturing at the living room where almost every surface had clothing laid out over it.

She giggled "No, I was complaining to Pepper about the difficulty finding maternity clothes for tall sizes and a couple of hours later this showed up at my door. I was just going through it all and tried on a couple of things."

She shrugged "there are even a couple of cocktail dresses in there that I doubt I'll ever need, my life is nowhere near as exciting or glamorous as Peppers."

Bucky looked at her confused "Didn't Pepper tell you? I was going to see if you wanted to go with me."

"Go with you to what?"

Bucky tensed "There's a fundraising gala for a veterans charity that Sam and I started, this weekend. I don't like going to events with crowds but veterans were neglected before the Blip. Now with countries trying to deal with all the people that came back, veterans are worse off. I figure if I can help I should. Pepper is involved as well and we thought you might want to come."

He smiled at her.

She shook her head "I don't know Bucky, I'm really nervous about going out ever since Steve disappeared."

"I know doll but you can't let him control you. Sam will be there and I, I mean, we, we wouldn't let anything happen to you. There are expected to be a lot of big names so security will be tight.

I'll always take care of my best girls."

She felt her face heat up, just like every other time he used his little endearments. She wasn't even sure he realized he was doing it.

"I don't know, that kind of stress isn't good for the baby."

Bucky pulled her close "I know you're scared doll, I'm just worried about you, you've become kind of a hermit. I promise I won't leave your side all night." He kissed her forehead "Why don't you try on one of those fancy dresses, maybe seeing yourself in it will inspire."

She groaned "I'll look like a huge pregnant woman with a fancy bolt of fabric draped over me." She pulled one of the dresses off the rack "I mean really, look at this thing" held the dress up for him to look at.

Bucky shrugged "Hard to tell anything until you put it on."

She shook her head "I'm not modeling for you right now but I guess I'll go to your dumb party. I'm not staying all night, just a couple of hours and if Steve shows up I'm out."

Bucky sighed "It'll be fun, trust me."

"Ok, I said I would go."

Bucky was quiet for awhile but couldn't help himself "How are you feeling? Are you having those higgs boson contractions?"

She laughed "It's Braxton hicks contractions. Higgs boson is the God particle, silly."

Bucky blushed "Hey, I was close. Anyhow are you? Having them I mean."

She smiled at him "Yes, a lot. Helen said they would be picking up. She also told me what is normal and what I need to get to the hospital for. I'm fine right now. Except for this little girl beating me up from the inside out."

Bucky looked at her hopefully "Is she moving now? Can I feel?"

She nodded and released a tiny moan when Bucky started rubbing her belly. She felt his touch deep inside her and tried to keep control. She was so damn horny all the time and her toys weren't helping.

Bucky heard that little moan and tensed a bit. He could smell her arousal and couldn't think of much else besides finding out if she tasted as good as she smelled.

His hand rubbed lower until he was massaging the bottom of her belly and her hips bucked up a little.

He looked in her eyes "Are you ok? Is this too much? Please tell me how to make you feel better."

She relaxed into the couch and let her legs fall open "Please Bucky. I'm going crazy." She gasped as his hand moved lower, past the band of her pants, the skin on skin causing goose bumps and chills.

She could feel her panties soaking and whined "Need you Buck!"

Bucky groaned "I want you too baby but are you sure? I don't want you to regret-"

She shook her head "No, no regret. Please touch me."

Bucky moved his hand down until he felt her slit, swollen, wet and leaking. He groaned "Fuck doll, so wet."

He slid one finger inside her and she moaned "Oh god, Bucky!"

His thumb made small circles on her clit as he added a second finger to slowly pump in and out of her drenched pussy. He felt her clenching his fingers and heard the squelch as he touched her.

Y/N stiffened up and felt everything explode as she drenched Bucky's hand. When he felt her squirt, Bucky came in his pants like a teenager.

He held her as she came down and moaned while he sucked her slick off of his fingers "Jesus you taste good. Are you alright doll? Was that ok? I didn't want to overstep but you seemed to need it."

She looked at him, still a little dazed "That was you know just wow." Then looked down "Does this mean..."

He kissed her softly "It means I want you." He whispered "It means I love you and want to be with you but I don't want to push you. I just wanted to make you feel good."

She smiled "Mission accomplished. But what about you?"

Bucky blushed "I'm fine doll."

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The day of the gala Pepper took Y/N to have her hair and nails done after a pregnancy massage. They chatted and drank sparkling cider like they had been friends forever. When it was time to go they went in a limo to meet Bucky at the Tower.

Bucky paced at the entrance, waiting for Y/N to arrive. He had always had a crush on her but Steve was there so he tried to push the feelings down. When Steve told him he was leaving to go back to Peggy, Bucky didn't understand how he could just leave Y/N behind. He had hoped to be there for her and missed her when she disappeared.

The day they ran into each other at the ice cream parlor he had been so happy to see her again, even though her pregnancy was a shock, and promised both of them he would be there for her. He knew she deserved better than him but wanted to be the one to take care of her.

Bucky stopped short when he saw Pepper step out of a stretch SUV. He strode over to greet her with a quick hug then turned to the car to see Y/N looking at him thoughtfully. He reached his hand out to help her.

She took his hand and stood slowly. Bucky watched, breathless as she stood, almost as tall as him "beautiful" he whispered.

Y/N looked like a vision to him.

She was wearing a chiffon, off the shoulder, a line, powder blue dress that gave her bump space and highlighted her pregnancy breasts. Light make-up and soft, casual hair, flat sandals.

Bucky was practically drooling and couldn't find words as he stared at her.

Y/N squeezed his hand "Bucky? You ok?"

Bucky was pulled from some totally inappropriate fantasy involving her perfectly displayed breasts and quickly looked up at her eyes, blushing.

"Sorry doll, you're just, you are a uh damn" he trailed off then shook his head. "You look beautiful." He offered his arm with a twinkle in his eye "Alright m'lady, let's have some fun."

Y/N took his arm and they went inside. She looked around like a tourist at the beautiful decorations, the famous people and their designer clothes. Rhodey came to greet them and they chatted for a bit with him and Sam.

They were approached by Nick Fury who surprised Y/N because he knew exactly who she was.

After an hour with no incidents Y/N started to relax and enjoy herself a little. She met a couple of her favorite actors and did a little fangirling over her favorite singer, someone she never thought she would get to meet.

She was touched by how Bucky interacted with the older veterans, more relaxed than when he spoke to the important donors that he had to get along with.

They had just sat down at their table when a woman stepped up to the microphone on the stage and the band stilled.

She went into a big thank you to all the attendees and donors who helped the veterans fund. She went on for a bit and Y/N zoned out, holding Bucky's hand and sipping on her juice until she heard "and especially thanks to our very special guest, the first Captain America Steve Rogers!!"

Y/N looked up and saw Steve on the stage. Young again and wearing a well fitted tuxedo. Then she looked to Bucky who was squeezing her hand.

He looked at her, concerned "Are you alright doll? We can leave whenever you want. Don't worry, I won't let him hurt you anymore."

They got up to leave before Steve left the stage but the crowd was difficult to get thru and before they made it to the door, he was suddenly in front of them with a nasty grin

"Well look what we have here, the whore and the bastard who stole her. You kids can't leave yet, we have a lot to talk about."

Chapter 9

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #the wrong one

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skylarstarlight · 3 months

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More prompt ideas.

But this one is special, it’s from, yours truly; AN AUSTIN UPCOMING FIC!!

It’s a small little excerpt, and I hope you like it! It’s inspired by all of my asks about Jouno’s Autopilot!

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Jouno has a weird…thing.

He doesn’t know what it is, or how to quite explain it but it’s there, nonetheless.

The best way he can call it is “Autopilot.”

Say for instance; have you ever forgotten your phone? When did you realize you had forgotten it? It didn’t dawn on you spontaneously, you probably reached into your pocket and realized it wasn’t there.

Autopilot is the term of a certain brain mechanism when you have a habit or a routine. Once the routine is triggered, there’s really not much a person can do to really stop it. Say you’re about to do the routine, but something small yet important slightly disrupts it. Not a problem, you fix it, infraction forgotten, routine started.

Autopilot engaged.

When this happens, there’s a specific part of your brain that deals with the routine once it’s triggered, so your brain is thinking of other things. When Jouno is at the cafe, he isn’t thinking of moving the latte through his intestines, he’s thinking of that one time Tecchou gave him a food combination with this specific latte, one which Jouno was washing his mouth out for hours.

When he’s brushing his teeth in the morning, Jouno doesn't think of making sure he’s standing and keeping his balance or to breathing. He’s probably thinking about what he's gonna eat for breakfast today, what he’s gonna wear, what Tachihara is doing around now.

It’s almost like a trigger system too. A few words can trigger old routines he hasn’t done in almost forever. He guessed it’s like PTSD too but not quite.

All it takes is a simple title he hasn’t heard in a while, and all of the sudden it’s; Autopilot engaged.

And it’s frustrating, because it’s not like he can fully control it either.

Like that time almost all of the Hunting Dogs, except for Jouno and Fukuchi were kidnapped.

It involved some old bad blood at the mafia he used to work at. His mom screwed some people over, died, and left him with the baggage of it. And even if he only joined just to get off death row, he guessed he…cares for the Hunting Dogs. In his own way, of course.

It was the one time he decided to call out for a mission and his team and captain suffered for it. He remembered when he found the commander, almost immobilized and the stench of blood filled his senses.

“Well, if they were going to the East for that investigation,” Jouno began, his nose scrunched at the memories of that guy’s face, his scent. Old and expensive cologne with alcohol and just pheromones of an uncle your parents told you not to talk to. “They would have to go into the woods. If anyone knows where they are, it’s that beaded eyed perverted motherfucker.”

Fukuchi sighed on the infirmary bed, and Jouno could hear the anxiety pounding in his heart, the way the commander bawled up his fist, how he was barely breathing. Jouno didn’t think he'd ever heard him so anxious, maybe the commander viewed them as his own. It’s almost the same heart rate as a parent who’s lost their kid under rubble of a coming down building.

“Jouno,” He began. “Bring them back. By all means necessary.”

Woah, what?

The white-haired male paused, replaying those words almost a thousand times in his head, hell even he stopped breathing. His brows were furrowed, his posture stiff as his body remembered something or knew something his mind didn’t and was trying to stop it. There was an odd uncomfortable comfortable familiarity with those words. By all means necessary. Where had he heard that before?

“Jouno,” His mother had cooed, putting her hands on his face. “Remember: you can't screw this up. Complete this mission,”

“By all means necessary.”

All means necessary.

Autopilot engaged.

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apjaiajajajajajab *gives you this and runs away like the gremlin I am*

*frames it on my wall*

NO I LOVE THAT ESPECIALLY THE BEGINNING WHEN YOURE COMPARING IT TO LIKE MUNDANE ROUTINES ITS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!

Also screw Jouno's mom all my homies hate Jouno's mom (my au Jouno mom ALSO sucks rah)

Keep writing it I have a gun to your head you better /j

#skylar rambles #ask

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lennysfridge · 11 months

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nico freaks out on taylor after elimination from the playoffs/worlds, and she runs off to go stay with someone else for a few days. but suddenly in the middle of the night taylor calls him panicked, because she’s worried that this is the end of their relationship, and now nicos trying to calm her down over the phone. she eventually drifts off to sleep, but nico stays on the phone incase she needs him.

"Holy fuck Taylor, you're so overbearing. Can you just stop and leave me alone for once, i don't want to see you." Nico screams at his girlfriend. They just got home after the loss vs canes when all Taylor wanted was to comfort her boyfriend, Nico wasn't having non of it.

"Oh, ok." Taylor tilts her head down walking into the shared bedroom, she packs up a suitcase, heading out the door sniffling

"Where are you going." Nico says harshly still agitated.

"Away." she closes the door, Taylor picked up her phone calling Ryleigh

"Hey, whats up." Ryleigh asks, she can hear Taylor whimper

"Can you come get me," Taylor bawled on the phone

"What happened."

"Nico." Ryleigh picked up her keys rushing over to get the distraught girl, "Did he hurt you." she sprinted out of the car looking over Taylor, she shakes her head

"No but we got into a bad argument and i think it's over for us." She sobs in Ryleigh's chest.

"Lets get you to mine and we can figure out a solution ok, he wont break up with you babe."

about an hour later, Ryleigh helped Taylor calm down by running her hands through her hair and back, "Maybe i should call him." She looks up at Ryleigh, Ry nods her head

"I think that would be the best idea and to talk to through. You don't have to go back tonight." she lightly smiles at the sad girl. Taylor picks up her phone dialling her boyfriends number, it went to voicemail. she sighs

"Hey, did you mean everything, because i don't want this to be the end of us. If you meant it i can come get my stuff tomorrow." she hung up the phone, Ryleigh opened up her arms again, Taylor fell into her chest crying out once again.

the next day Nico woke up to the voicemail, "What the fuck did i do." He runs his hands through his hair. He got ready to go for morning skate.

"Hey Hischier, stop lashing out on mom, she doesn't deserve you're rudeness, how are you gonna get mad at her for being supportive." Jack says furiously skating up to his captain who was getting on the ice.

"I don't need you to tell me how to deal with my relationship problems Hughes."

"Well obviously you aren't doing too well on your own bud. Taylor loves you and she doesn't deserve you're pettiness and anger from last night." Jack skates away.

Ryleigh dropped Taylor off at her apartment. She hasn't been at her place since over 5 months and sure as not right now wanting to go back to her angry boyfriend who hasn't texted her in the past 24 hours. Since she has been so used to living with Nico and having all her skincare there and her favourite PJ set with a drawer just for herself. She hasn't came back because she felt uncomfortable living by herself so when Nico checked her location after morning skate he felt even more shitty than before.

He went to her favourite coffee place with her favourite breakfast and flowers driving over to her place. He knocks on the door.

Taylor heads out of her bedroom with blood shut eyes, she opens the door standing her 6'1 boyfriend with all her favourite things, " Did you come over to yell at me some more."

" No Meine Liebe (my love) i came over here to take you home."

"Well i don't want to go home with you." Nico sighs

"I'm sorry for getting angry at you, you don't deserve for me to yell when you were just trying to comfort me. i know i wont get your forgiveness but i bought you these as an apology gift." He hands over the food and flowers.

"I forgive you Neeks but i don't like when you yell, it pains me and thought we were gonna break up." Taylor tells him, Nico steps closer wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her into a hug.

"No baby, we aren't breaking up, never think that ok." He kisses her head,

"Ok, can we go home now."

"Yes we can."

#angst night #team mom #nico hischier #little help from 🦅 also #kenz blurbs #no way did this mean to be long and ended up as more then a blurb #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier x reader

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miammey · 2 months

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A prompt idea!

But this one is special, it’s from, yours truly; AN AUSTIN UPCOMING FIC!!

It’s a small little excerpt, and I hope you like it! It’s inspired by all of my comments and basically my take about Jouno’s Autopilot!

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Jouno has a weird…thing.

He doesn’t know what it is, or how to quite explain it but it’s there, nonetheless.

The best way he can call it is “Autopilot.”

Autopilot engaged.

It’s almost like a trigger system too. A few words can trigger old routines he hasn’t done in almost forever. He guessed it’s like PTSD too but not quite.

All it takes is a simple title he hasn’t heard in a while, and all of the sudden it’s; Autopilot engaged.

And it’s frustrating, because it’s not like he can fully control it either.

Like that time almost all of the Hunting Dogs, except for Jouno and Fukuchi were kidnapped.

“Well, if they were going to the East for that investigation,” Jouno began, his nose scrunched at the memories of that guy’s face, his scent. Old and expensive cologne with alcohol and just pheromones of an uncle your parents told you not to talk to. “They would have to go into the woods of Yokohama. If anyone knows where they are, it’s that beaded eyed perverted motherfucker.”

“Jouno,” He began. “Bring them back. By all means necessary.”

Woah, what?

“Jouno,” His mother had cooed, putting her hands on his face. “Remember: you can't screw this up. Complete this mission,”

“By all means necessary.”

All means necessary.

Autopilot engaged.

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apjaiajajajajajab *gives you this and runs away like the gremlin I am*

ANXKSKDJA THIS IS SO GOOD!!! I love the description you gave of the “autopilot” too!!! I can’t wait to read the rest of it, please feel free to tag me or message me when it’s done!!!!

#also I’m so sorry for replying to this so late #life’s been a little stressful and I’ve been pretty out of it #asks

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my-castles-crumbling · 3 days

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hi cas! Swiftie anon here! I’ve been kind of having a shit week, in general. A few days ago my throat started hurting, and my nose started crying, so that’s been fun, and school feels like it’s taking fucking forever every day. last night, my sister was talking, and I asked my brother to get a coaster for me, since I was holding a hot bowl, and he was standing in front of the drawer, but my sister was talking, so I wanted until she was done to ask again.

my sister is great btw. I’d never say that to her face, but she’s my younger sister, and she’s always been so…happy, and I want it to say that way, she started middle school this year, and I was scared she’d go through the same things I did, and idk that freaked me out. She’s annoying as hell, but I want her to say happy, as long as she can be, so I haven’t been like putting pressure on her, or getting as mad at her as I did when we were younger. And like we’re only a year and a half apart, but ever since I got depressed I feel a lot older, which is sad because we were so close when we were younger. People used to think we were twins, and I miss being that close to someone, trusting someone that much, whispering things under the blankets, and playing games only the two of us know.

anyway, I asked after she was done talking, which was just few seconds, and I got the coaster, and set it down, and then my mom said, you need to talk louder, you’re mumbling again. and l got probably unreasonably angry when she said that, because I’ve always been quiet, when we were younger, my sister talked for the two of us, I hate talking and I’ve never been very loud. And maybe I like being quiet, not only because it’s in my nature, but you always yelled at us for being too loud and interrupting people, and maybe I’m scared to make you angry? Maybe I remember that shit? Maybe I don’t like being noticed because you always get pissed at my older brother, and that’s the only way I ever see you talk to him?

and then that night (after dinner we all go watch tv, play games separately, go to my parents room, pray and then sleep) she got mad at us saying, we’re not a community, we’re just people living together the three (me and my siblings) of you are cocooned in your rooms all the fucking time. You’re on your fucking phones all the damn time, melting your brains, you could be doing better things with your time. And why the hell wouldn’t I want to be in my room instead of with my parents, they stress me the fuck out, and make me feel like I’ve already ruined my chances at everything, and maybe that’s why I need to escape, because they made me believe everything fucking sucked.

and I know being on your phone and sitting down for like 4-5 hour periods isn’t healthy, but that’s a habit I’ll deal with after all the other issues they’ve caused me. I had a bit of a breakdown after that, my arms got red and puffy from my nails, but I didn’t bleed this time so…is that a plus?

I got my at my sister last weekend bc she like, dropped my instrument and didn’t pick he up and I almost smacked her, and my dad saw me like, about to, but I stopped, and got so mad at me? He said, and I quote, “apologize, how would you feel if I got you and ten years later I never said sorry?” and then I was like wtf are you talking about, you hit me when I was in like preschool (10 years ago) and never apologized. I vaguely remember him hitting me, like before kindergarten, I somehow forgot that he did until that moment. I know he and my mom got into fights about it (bc calling us stupid and staying is so much better).

and then this morning we woke up late, and my dad said “you’ll end up all alone bc no one wants anyone who never shows up on time.” And my mom started fucking monologuing about how we’re “wasting our intelligence” and we should on things better, and I started fucking bawling, bc I went to preschool far from home, so when I started going to elementary, I didn’t have any friends, and I had like, a singular friend, I made and she moved at the end of first grade, and so on and so forth until 3rd grade when the pandemic happened, so like ending up alone has always been a fear of mine, and they know this, bc back when I trusted them I literally asked them why do all my friends move away? and school has fucking sucked, pe isn’t so bad, we’re fishing in a lake across the street and I caught one today and almost killed it bc it swallowed the hook, and everything else, besides like my friends has been miserable. I had a dentist appointment today (I have them all the damn time), and they numbed the right side of my face, 3 injections, they’re so sore, and I still can’t feel the lower right part of my mouth, so that’s fun. Sorry for the rant, hope you’re having a better week than me cas! Have a good day/night

Hi hon! <3

It sounds like you're dealing with a LOT of negativity right now, especially at home, and that absolutely sucks. Are there ways you can find some positivity on your own? Things that make you happy even when others are being shitty?

I'm so proud of you for dealing with life even when it's hard <3 You're doing so great, truly! <3

#ask #asks #ask cas #swiftie anon

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aitavoting · 11 months

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AITA for telling my sisters kids what to do?

I (M27) recently moved back in with my dad and stepmom after having a small fallout with my roommate and it’s been difficult adjusting to living with children in the house. I’ve been here a little less than a month now. My sister (32) has 1 boy(6) and 2 girls(10 & 13). The 2 girls have their own bedroom that is attached to my dads and stepmoms room, you have to go through it just to get to theirs and the room is extremely filthy. There’s spoiled cereal bowls, moldy soda cans, empty food containers and chip bags in their beds, etc. It’s difficult just to walk to my dads room. I’ve told them multiple times in the past week or so that they need to clean their room and they always respond with no and I don’t have to.

About 2 days ago I unplugged their TV from the outlet and told them to clean their room and they started crying and complained to their mom on the phone that I was being mean. They are extremely sensitive and will force themselves to cry over the smallest things. It’s a kind of thing where they can be bawling their eyes out one second and the next they go right back to normal playing on their phones.

My sisters oldest daughter is the one who is in charge of feeding the dogs in the morning and at night. There are 5 dogs total and I noticed she was severely overfeeding one of the medium dogs and none of the others. The dog is an adult dog and Is roughly a 30lb dog and she is feeding it about 2 1/2 cups for breakfast and dinner. So around 5 cups a day. Every time I would see her feeding the dogs I would check to see how much food she was giving it and every time it’s was way too much. For days I would ask her why she was over feeding the dog and she says that if she doesn’t, the dog will eat the other dogs food when it gets let out of the cage. Every time I asked I would also tell her not to do it anymore and to ask someone if she didn’t know how much.

Today I watched her fill up the bowls and I told her not to feed him so much. she said it’s her dog and she can feed him however much she wants. I grabbed the bowl from the counter and dumped out the majority of it. She got very upset when I did this and went to my step mom and complained about what I did and then took off crying into her room after. I fed the dog and went back to playing on the family computer.

My stepmom has her phone connected to it so that whenever she gets a text on her phone, it shows up on the computer too. She’s fully aware that I see the messages pop up. It’s kind of hard not to glance at it. About 5 minutes after the incident with the dog food, my sister sent a text to my stepmom telling her to tell me not to talk to her kids anymore because I’m always a dick to them and make them cry. My step mom got up from the couch and went to the room to go talk to her im assuming. It’s been 3 hours since I saw that text and I still haven’t been told anything.

I don’t understand why I’m the only one that seems to care about any of this. Am I in the wrong?

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puncromancer · 2 years

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So every monday after work my wife and I go to my grandma’s house. We cook her some sort of dinner and bring it over for Mema Monday. Anyways so brought her some soup yesterday and usually she unlocks the front door for us (i used to have a key but long story short my mom ridiculously took my key and gave it to her brother who lives like 70 miles away). So we get there and the door’s locked but we hear the tv going (she is 85 years old so she has it pretty loud) we knock on the door and announce that it’s us but no answer. Tried calling her landline and no answer. No biggie, assume she’s in the bathroom or whatever. Wait five minutes and call her again and knock again still no answer. I started calling her every five minutes and no answer each time. Wife and I decided that after 30 minutes we’d worry and call my Mom.

So I call my Mom (who famously never answers her cell phone) she doesn’t answer. Call my brother who works nights shift and was gonna wake up in like one hour, have him ask our mom to come unlock mema’s door. She calls and is like how’d you guys lock yourselves out of your house? and I’m like we’re locked out of Mema’s house because you took my key. Been trying to get in for 40 minutes now. And she’s very chipper like okay i’m on my way and hangs up. I realize she absolutely does not understand the gravity of the situation so I call her back and reiterate and say mom we’ve been calling and knocking every five minutes for the past 40 minutes and no answer whatsoever... We’re worried that something’s happened to Mema. And then my mom starts freaking out and says okay she’s on her way and will hurry. My mom lives 20 minutes away from Mema but she made it there in like 15 (she later said that she was doing 100 on the freeway the whole way and ran a couple of lights)

So the whole time I’m waiting for my mom to unlock the door I’m just forced to come to grips that we’re gonna open this door and find my grandma’s corpse. All signs are pointing to the fact that she died alone in her house and my wife and I are the ones that are gonna have to find her. I’m sitting on her front porch just gently weeping figuring that we’re gonna have to plan a funeral and I’ll have to take bereavement leave from work.

What feels like a lifetime later, but again was only 15 minutes my mom shows up also bawling her eyes out because she figures same as me. We get inside and Mema’s on the couch not moving and my mom’s voice is breaking as she calls out for her mom. She goes to check her pulse and her eyes open up (freaking my mom the hell out)! But she is fucking out of it. Alive but totally unresponsive. My wife is a nurse and immediately says it seems like her blood sugar is low (she knows Mema is diabetic). She busts out the glucometer and checks and her blood sugar is extremely low its at 33 (should be around 180). We call paramedics and they arrive very promptly (although it was odd that six fire fighters show up and none of them wore a mask) they run an iv to give her some sugar and she finally wakes up and becomes alert. They said she should eat a pb&j or something to get her blood sugar up because the sugar they give burns off quickly. We all watch a movie together and my mom stays the night and tells Mema that she’s taking her to see her doctor tomorrow and all is well.

tl;dr had the scare of my life yesterday but my grandma is fine.

#personal #long post

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angelic-distortion · 2 years

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i was 14 when i found my romeo in a senior boy

we played jokes on our friends and talked every day even though you were with someone else

and my mother gasped when that dagger collapsed into juliet’s chest

and that’s how every heartbreak has felt since then

a gasp for air

i was 15 when you decided to tell everyone at camp that you were addicted to pornography

it was part of your story but so was i, and i was humiliated beyond belief

i broke up with you soon after

bawling our eyes out in the church hallway

i was 16 when we got back together and started down a path of pure lust for each other

sneaking around in the backseat of my parents car

upstairs in my house

and one time in my bed

when you started to unclothe me

and i said no

and you kept going

and i said no

and you kept going

and i didn’t hate it

but i hated you

and i hated myself

yet i didn’t leave you until three months later

i was 17 when you decided to ask me out as a joke

you pushed me up against my car

and gave me a passionate kiss

and i was oblivious to the fact that it was all just for your entertainment

when our friend told me

i planned my speech the whole way home

and i murdered you with words

and i turned around and walked away

our friend called you shell shocked

and that was the end of that

i was still 17 when i fell in love with you at prom

well really it was during rehearsal

and magnified during prom

i had decided to wait and let you make the first move

and we danced all night

and sang into the wee hours of the morning

and your mom made us and the rest of our friends pancakes for breakfast

we talked everyday

we had tea parties

and hikes

and did everyday things together

and then the day after we spent a whole day into the evening together

you disappeared from my life without warning

years later

you married the girl you told me you never wanted to get back together with

i was 18 when the roles were reversed and i fell for a freshman

we could only see each other at school

and even then only in the afternoons

i told you about the scars on my arms

and one day you came to me with scars on yours

i still have the picture of you smiling with the lines on your wrists

the day you broke up with me

you told me i was insane

and i made sure i wasn’t alone that evening

because i know i would have died

i was 19 when i started resenting you for showing me that you actually cared

i wanted to explore more of the world outside of good christian values

and i felt like you were holding me back

i still regret that to an extent

but i know you found the woman who truly makes you happy

and that makes me happy for you

i was 22 when i fell for you

800 miles away

we never met

but we talked everyday

and i started to ignore my friends to spend time with you on the phone

you hated me for leaving you because i wanted to have good christian values again

i was 23 when i fell head over heels for you

i truly thought you were the one

i was smiling so much it hurt

i wrote you letters

i prayed for you

and then one night you told me you were gay

and i still loved you

and i still wrote you letters

and i still prayed for you

but i knew i couldn’t change you no matter how much it broke my heart that you would never be mine

i was 24 when i went crazy

i looked for love on whisper

and by love i mean any kind of attention at all

i made a plan to lose my virginity and then kill myself

i never went through with that

but months later i decided that it was time

i was ready to have sex without killing myself

and it was okay

but it was nothing to write home about

2 weeks later i met you online

we talked for a while and made plans to spend a weekend together

i fell for you hard

and not just because the sex was fantastic

but because you told me everything i wanted to hear

but then i took some acid

and realized that i was not ready to be with someone like you

the night i told you that

you threatened to take a gun to your head

and i cried my eyes out begging you not to

after that

i used every chance i could to up my body count

at some point i stopped keeping track

i was 24 when i met you on tinder

we talked for a week

then met at the park

you spent the night that first night

and every night after

“i love you, i know i do”

3 days later

then 6 months later

i started to see the real you

but i stayed

one night i was scared for my safety

you were so angry

my therapist told me to admit myself

and i did

that was the first time i should have left

we moved into a new apartment

things were good for a while

we fought

but who doesn’t

then one day you told me i was a bad dog mom

and i took a handful of xanax

and told you to let me die

you took me to the er

and they made me live

that was the second time i should have left

there were many other times i should have left

between the weed and the credit card debt you put me in

the fact you started to sell my things without asking me

or that you couldn’t keep a job

you never helped me with rent or bills or food

and you never went to therapy

there were so many times i should have left you

but i loved you too much

or i needed you too much

why is it that when we were together

you never stepped up and took responsibility

but now that i’m gone

you can keep your jobs

you can go to therapy

you can quit smoking weed

you can want to be a better person

like you knew what to do all along

but you didn’t want to until i showed you that i can live without you

and now all you want to do is find a way back into my life

#poetry #personal #spoken word

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zemiraxo · 1 month

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Hard Life

My past will always haunt me..no matter how hard I try to forget it and move on. I am starting this blog as even though I've told a few people about it, I can't seem to shake the feeling or feel at ease, so I need to get it off my chest and I find this to be the best solution right now. Here's my story; Growing up life was always hard and a challenge for me. Yeah I may not be the perfect student..the perfect daughter..the perfect sister..the perfect friend, but I am not perfect. I will always remember waiting for hours after school or just on a normal day, for my mother to finish work. Playing by myself in the dine was always how I'd find comfort..growing up with a single mother is not easy, but it isn't an excuse. I will always remember in Primary School how I was bullied since First Year..I was only 5 years old at that time, my bully turned the whole class against me, I was always alone....yet they'd still come to me if it's only beneficial to them. I was okay with it, but now I realize, it wasn't okay at all. I will always remember having "friends" in those 7 years of hell...they made me lose all hope, every single friendship only lasted about a year or two..and then I found out they weren't my friends to begin with. It had gotten so bad that in, 2019, when we entered Standard 4, there was a class mixup, and my bully was placed in the other class, I was finally free........or so I thought. However, the year before, 2018...I will always remember that September, around the 27th-29th when I was thinking of going home from hanging out with my best friend since childhood, my sister, the only true friend I've ever had..I was about to commit suicide. I couldn't take the immense bullying again. It was unbearable, I couldn't even bring myself to tell anyone..but thankfully, she introduced me to BTS, and I will always be grateful to the 7 wonderful members, my angels, my saviours, through their music, they made me realize that there was more to life than meets the eye. I felt safe listening to them and watching their content. I finally felt free from the world. Boy was I wrong, in Standard 5, I was about 11 years old...my mother had gotten mad at me for something I can't remember, almost broke a home phone, grabbed me by my hair and flung me straight into a wall, I hit my back hard, I will always remember that impact, my back was in so much pain, and it still is...almost 4 years later. I also remember when I was about 6 and 9 or a little older, we lived in 2 different apartments in 2 different areas, throughout the years and from a small mistake, for about 30 minutes to an hour or more, my mom kicked me outside the house, I was standing there bawling my eyes out and she was just staring into my soul. She never once apologized. Then having the audacity to lie to me about my best friend, saying she pushed me down 4 flights of stairs making me get dental surgery when I was 2 years old turning 3 years old, I asked her about it recently and she said her mother said when we were racing and running up the stairs to see who's the fastest and who could reach up first, I ended up tripping and falling down...I remember now, and I remember waking up in the hospital....and she also lied to me about my Godparents, saying they're not my Godparents when they are, it's on the certificate!! I'd rather believe written proof than words. And these people are Muslims, my mom and I are Christians. My best friend said my mother hates her parents, and I see it too. It's obvious. My mother is also treating my older brother like he isn't really a part of the family because of how he distanced himself, he never grew up with her. My Godsister said she has detachment issues, but I don't think so. She threatens me to throw my devices off the balcony of our apartment, and even throw me off, that's a death threat. She told my form teacher I don't study, I do, but not in front of her as she's never home, I'm always alone. She also gets mad at me for the smallest things, she even hit me last night. Check my next post to know what else!

#family #family problems #life lessons #teenagers

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troidatoi · 7 months

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Day 9 - 10/11/2023

Hi,

It's been awhile. This month has been something and it's only the beginning. My dad passed out last Monday (10/2/2023) and I was terrified. He always goes on morning walks and that day he went to the DMV. I get a call from my dad saying he's at the hospital and because my Vietnamese is terrible all I understood was that he had low blood pressure and asked if I can come pick him up. I said okay but still not understanding where he was, he gave the phone to one of the doctors to tell me what happened. They told me he passed out at the DMV. I rush out of the house to drive to the hospital. Luckily it was the USC one so I didn't have to drive far. I rushed out of the house and didn't even change tearing up driving over. It was my first time at this hospital and I was so confused. I walked in and went to the hospital and asked for my dad and they were like actually, he's in the emergency room and I didn't know where the fuck that was so I asked them and they said just walk straight so I go in and they do a security check and the lady is on the phone and I'm lowkey irritated but I know she was just doing her job. I asked her about my dad while tears are streaming down my face and she gave me tissue. I'm full on crying now and she tells me I have to wait a fucking hour to see my dad. I'm sitting with so much anxiety and stress. My dad called me and asked if I'm there and I said yes but can't come in until they call me. My mom calls me and said my dad called her but didn't pick up. I told her he's in the hospital because he passed out and she starts blaming him and tells me to stop crying. I had to go to the restroom because I was raising my voice at her. I said what do you mean don't cry? I'm here by myself not knowing whether my dad is okay and she has the audacity to tell me not to cry. I text Stella, Shirley and Ngoc because I didn't know who else to contact. I was panicking and worried. They finally let me in to see my dad and he's lying there in the hospital bed with an IV drip and the blood monitor on him. I start bawling my eyes out because it was so sad for me to see. Death has always consumed me like I even thought a lot about it as a child. I'm sure there's something wrong with me. For the first time, I had to acknowledge my dad's mortality. My dad was tapping my hand and telling me not to cry (in a I'm okay, you don't have to worry kind of way).

My heart was so heavy. Doctor came in and explained more in detail what happened. Nurses came in and out to run tests. My dad had to use the restroom so I asked the nurses if he can go and they were like wait, let's run more tests and I was pissed because I was thinking y'all had all this time so why didn't you do it earlier and I know it was policy but I was so fucking restless and tired from all the crying. I could tell my dad was trying his best to hold it in. I was texting my mom to update her. She was going to come home early. We were there for a long time, I was translating what the doctors were telling me to my dad the best I could and signed paperwork. We both wanted to go home. We haven't eaten anything since breakfast. My dad is finally discharged and he kept saying cam on, con (thank you, child in Vietnamese) and I said that it's okay and that he's my dad. I would have done it. We come home and my mom is dead quiet. Doesn't thank me. I'm sure she was processing everything but I just wish she talked about feelings to us. It was a hard day on all of us. I told my cousins the next day cause they're family and I thought it'd be important for them to know. They were very supportive and asked how I was doing. Of course I'm an emotional wreck. I'm still crying about what happened that day. I'm so so so grateful that my dad is okay and doctors said he was low risk and doesn't need new medication. My mom didn't tell the aunts or uncles until the end of the week and I got frustrated with her and asked her why and she was like I didn't have time and she tried to change the subject. This pisses me off even more and I was like they're family. Don't you think they deserve to know?

She said she'll tell them at the end of the week. She told them and everyone's like he can't leave the house and I was like you can't fucking lock him in the house. He's going to go stir crazy. Like if he leaves and goes for walks, I'm not going to stop him because it's healthy. I can't even imagine what would have happened if I wasn't home and my mom having to deal with it because she doesn't speak English well, wouldn't know what the doctors and nurses are saying to her and probably wouldn't be able to find the hospital. As hard as this day was, I'm glad my dad's okay.

I don't think I've ever been so tired in my goddamn adult life. This year has wrecked me in more ways than one and as much as I'm trying to stay positive and have faith and hope, it's been so difficult. I'm still trying to find a job, my health problems are giving me high anxiety, it's hard for me to get out of bed sometimes. I'm trying my best and I'm trying so hard. I believe everything is going to work out and amazing things are going to happen to me but it's been so difficult this year. I am always fawking crying. Like every day, multiple times a day and I don't know how to stop. I also know because there's something going on in my body that it's contributing to my hormones and emotions. I so desperately want to feel okay again and I know I'm taking the right steps to heal myself inside and out but it's been so hard. And I'm paying for it because I abused my body left and right and now I have to do multiple things to make sure I don't fucking d*e. I know I'll heal it in due time and be able to eat whatever I want again and fit into my clothes again. This pain has been a lot. I'm listening to affirmations multiple times a day just to get out of my head. Not sure if it's helping but it does take my mind off of things.

I had a job interview yesterday, one today, and one tomorrow. LMAO. Someone needs to hire me like please I'm begging so bad. I like all these jobs so far but the first one is a 3 month contract with potential to full time and they didn't post that on the listing and I was like WTF. The interview was super chill though but we'll see. Today's interview was with MGM, that was a little harder because I think they want someone with more experience than me but I wasn't nervous or anything. They all seemed really nice. My interview tomorrow is a 2nd interview with a company and they're my first choice. I was trying to prepare for the first interview so I stalked her on LinkedIn as one does. LOL. I was looking through her education and I was like this is like not in America and she went to college at Greenwich which is in London. I was like omg, is she British?! And when I had my interview with her and she started talking I was like omg she is British. She would be my potential hopefully for real manager. I wasn't sure how the interview went because I kind of stumbled on my words and I was talking about how I created a training manual for Create and she was like brilliant! Reminds me of Jonathan. LOL. I'm thankful she thought I was qualified enough to go to the second round. I believe there's a third round after the second interview with department supervisor. Here's hoping they hire me. I was being delusional because the company name starts with a C and I worked at Cauldron which also starts with a C and Jonathan was my British manager and I'm like yeah they're totally going to hire me. I so badly hope they do. I think it'd be so cool to work for them. But I'll have to see how the second round goes but the recruiter has been great and very communicative. I felt bad because he said he was going to set up an interview for the second round but I didn't hear anything so I emailed him and he called me yesterday and said he was out Friday but I was impatient and I need a new job so bad to pay back my parents and my bills. He set one up for me which is tomorrow!! Shout out to Michael. You're a real one. I hope it goes well. :)<3

Claiming with so much gratitude that I have a job this month.

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