#(this was his response to me and my bf telling him about the abuse and mistreatment we face from our dumb pos boss)
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psychslvt · 16 hours ago
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me and my bf might have a threesome tmr night and the other guy isnt that kinky so heres my ideal threesome if i could make it perfect!!
daddy has me tied up with my thighs spread, lightly tracing my pussy with his finger. he gets a notification on his phone and smiles down at me.
"you have no fucking idea whats coming."
he grabs a slip of fabric and ties it around my head, leaving me defenseless and unable to see or move. "stay there baby" he murmurs as he leaves, as if i have a choice.
a few minutes later he returns, but this time with another pair of footsteps. i start to panic and struggle against my ropes, crying out and asking whats going on.
a sharp slap against my cheek silences me. "shut up, slut." i quickly shut my mouth right before he hits me again, much harder. "what do you say after i tell you to do something, huh?"
i twitch but keep my mouth shut, angry about my situation. he slaps me a third time on the other side of my face, the hardest one yet, before grabbing my face and hissing into my ear, "you stupid bitch. you better switch that fucking attitude or i swear to god you'll regret it. there are two of us and one of you and you're all tied up and presented to us like a fucking whore, how do you think thats gonna go for you?"
"im sorry daddy" i whimper in response before he shoves my head back and draws away.
"good." he steps back and speaks to the other person in the room. "you can touch her now."
"fucking finally" a second voice greets, higher and sharp. "where do you want me"
"can you restrain her for a minute while i take these ropes off her? i dont think we need them." i feel someones cold hands wrap around my naked body, holding me in place while daddy unties me. i feel the strangers hands pinch and squeeze my nipples and i whine while he laughs at me.
"shes fucking pathetic. is she always like this?"
"no," daddy says, "shes usually a lot brattier. she must be scared."
"aw are you scared baby? are you fucking scared?" he grabs ahold of my throat with one hand, cutting off the flow of blood to my brain. "good. you should be"
my eyes roll back as i suddenly feel my boyfriend's tongue on my clit, lapping gently before licking up my cunt. i moas as he eats me out, all while his friend abuses my exposed chest. daddy adds his fingers in too, pressing his other hand on top of my cervix and before i know it i'm about to cum. he yanks his fingers out of me.
"dumb fucking whore, youre only allowed to cum after we do."
against the hand around my neck i rasp out a "please" before daddy draws back and slaps my cunt.
"you better get to work then, bitch" i hear his tone of voice shift as he adresses his friend, "do you wanna fuck her now?" i hear him agree and before i know it they've swapped positions and flipped me onto my stomach and i can feel the tip of his dick pressed against me. "you better be grateful for that prep earlier because thats the only thing you're getting tonight. okay?"
"yes daddy," i moan as an unfamiliar dick slowly pushes its way into me.
"fuckk," i hear the voice behind me moan as he pulls back out slowly just to slam back into me and start fucking me at a brutal pace.
"wait wait wait!" i beg, squirming as i try to push past the pain of the sudden roughness.
"you want me to wait? too fucking bad bitch. your daddy said i could do whatever i wanted to you so youre at our fucking mercy." he slaps my ass so hard i yelp and grab out for my boyfriend's hand. i hear his friend laugh right before the sound of daddys belt unbuckling, a moment before he grabs the back of my head and yanks it up by my hair. i feel the tip of daddys dick slap against my open mouth and tongue.
"can you be a good girl and take two dicks at once like we talked about? yeah?" he murmurs to me as a whine out a desperate "yes," before i feel him push himself inside of mouth.
instantly i can feel how big he is and i fight to restrain my gag reflex while he sinks deeper into my throat and his friend fucks me roughly from behind. i moan around his dick right before i gag for the first time. i hear him laugh before pulling out of my mouth and slapping me.
"none of that, okay? stay fucking still."
"yes daddy," i manage to rasp before he shoves his dick down my throat again. my head goes blank as the lack of oxygen starts to get to me, barely registering whats going on as im being fucked by two men at once. after a while i hear his friend groan that hes gonna cum before his hips come to a stuttering stop and he gasps, pausing for a second and catching his breath while daddy finally relents and i draw off his dick with a grateful sob, tears shining on my cheecks and drool on my chin.
"oh you're not done yet," i hear him growl before i'm flipped over again and my hands are held back by daddy until his friend comes over and takes his place. he moves to get between my legs, running a finger up my cunt and pushing what cum had seeped out of me back in. "youre such a slut i can't fucking believe youre doing this," he taunts. i start to respond before i feel both of his hands wrap arond my throat, cutting me off.
"not a fucking word."
he thrusts into me all at once and a practically scream as i feel myself stretch around his dick. his friend lets go of my hands and guides one of them to his dick, guiding me as i jerk him off. "there you go," he mutters, "fuck youre so fucking slutty."
"isn't she?" daddy, responds, punctuating each word with a particularly hard thrust. "its so fun to lend her out. she doesnt get a say in it and at the end of the day shes still fucking mine."
his friend murmurs an agreement before i feel my boyfriends hands squeeze even tighter around my neck as i lose consciousness completely. when i come to i can tell hes close, fucking into me so fast and hard that my mind stays blank and i start babbling pleas and moans for him to stop, crying that it hurts.
"fuck thats so hot fuck dont stop crying im not gonna fucking stop" he groans as he continues, moving one hand to grab mine. it's all i can do to lie there and take it while my other hand is being quickly jerked up and down his friends dick.
"fuck im gonna cum again," moans his friend, "open your fucking mouth. i comply and i feel him cum in my mouth, the foreign salty taste startling me. he goans as i swallow. "good girl."
daddy fucks into me even faster and i can tell hes close. i wrap my legs around his back and he cums inside of me, groaning as he fills me up. he stays like that for a while before slowly pulling out, his cum mixed with his friends' immediately dripping out of me. he removes my blindfold before pulling me in for a gentle kiss.
"you did so good baby, he whispers sweetly. "lets get you cleaned up."
AAH THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT but here we are. not proofread or anything i hope this is okay and u guys like it >.<
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neoraso · 1 year ago
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bf things with riize
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shotaro:
is always your biggest cheerleader. listens to all your concerns and comforts you in the best way he can
loves meeting your friends and having you be close with his
is so excited to get to know you and learn everything he can about you - don't mind him he's just collecting data so he can love you even more ;>
is very much in it for the long haul with you- like he wouldn't be with you if he couldn't really see a future with you. he's pretty young and wouldn't really want to settle down until the future but he's planning on being with you as long as he can-often tells you this
wants to be the most positive, safe and uplifting person in your life. expect a lot of big hugs with back rubs, high fives where he intertwines your fingers ♡
eunseok:
he's pretty masculine but also very nonchalant about it. your man. takes care of things for you wordlessly, tucks you in, carries your bags etc.
pretends to be cocky/annoyed by your clinginess but literally becomes a "where's my hug at?" guy when he walks in the door. like if u don't at least give him a kiss hello he's like wth,,, is everything ok with my baby
will pretty much go along with whatever you want.. like if you want to watch a disney movie he'll be like i'm completely indifferent on what we watch but as long as it makes u happy
peels fruit for you and feeds it to you because he likes watching you eat.
so attentive. makes sure you're taking your medicine/vitamins, that you're sleeping well and making it to all your appointments, fulfilling all your responsibilities.
sungchan:
prefers to stay at your house over everything,, u gave him a key and he abuses the privilege- like you come home from work/school and he's just in ur bed .. sometimes even asleep and ur like ok sure??
idk how to explain ,, he's like that typical older guy like brother's best friend vibes just always playful, flirty, teasing but all out of love.
ur just his which he reminds you of daily .. "how's my baby," "my favorite girl doing ok?" "you know you're my angel right?"
loves to attack you with love. pushes you on the bed so he can lay all his weight on you (WILL fall asleep like this if you're not careful), tugs on your hair to get you to look at him , pokes or tickles you if he thinks you're not paying enough attention to him
in that vein, very protective of you. if someone is bothering you or just making life difficult he is ready and willing to throw hands. you can tell bc his jaw clenches and his nose flares just a bit until ur like,,sungchan it's really fine just annoying,,, and he's like mmhm sure (still rubs your arm and back to calm himself down..)
wonbin:
holds your hand as long as he can wherever yall go. like if he's saying goodbye :< waits until the door is about to smash his hand to let go of yours
once you get to the stage where he trusts you to share his worries with ..,,, u are locked in like u are 4lifers
teases his friends a lot but is literally putty in your hands like he will do anything for you and would never want you to question his affection for you
best listener . full eye contact (even if it makes you blush) usually playing with your fingers too. brings up things you've mentioned before and ur like,, how do you even remember this I don't even remember this
lowk needs reassurance and his heart gets so warm when you sincerely tell him how you feel and how much you love and appreciate him
seunghan:
finds anything remotely heart-shaped and points it out to you or texts you a picture.
you are literally his baby.,,, even if you're older, you are his baby. adores you, dotes on you, spoils you, feeds you, etc.
so affirming and validating whenever you rant to him. pets your hair and pouts "really baby? that sounds so frustrating but you're doing so well handling it. i'm here if you need me to fight someone :>" (has never fought anyone in his life)
hypeman hypeman hypeman. encourages you in everything you do and will show his support in forms of kisses, sweet words and texts
unlike sungchan he wont be so ,,... intrusive when he can't see you often but he does video call you as much as he can because he NEEDS to check on his lovely lover sweetie pie angel
sohee:
thinks all your quirks are so endearing and makes him fall even deeper for you
wants to learn your native language so bad so he can be closer to you and meet you halfway in communication
sooooo appreciates how you listen to him and his day, his worries, his dreams. wants to be there for you just as much ♡
i think he'd like to leave you little gifts even if it's like a post it note with a candy and a little encouraging message, or something bigger like shoes or a jacket or jewelry you've been eyeing
though he has so much energy, he also loves recharging at home with you, just snuggling and sharing little kisses and snacks.
anton:
appreciates how you never push him out of his comfort zone, grabs your hand as a silent ask for support.
loves to have fun with you ,, going out with you, watching and making silly tiktoks even just laying around and chilling with you makes him so happiiii
will hug you or backhug you and for some reason gets shy and shocked when you kiss him bc he's so cute
yall definitely started as besties ,, so you're already pretty close as a couple except now you get to kiss and stuff which he thinks is pretty great.
has 282922892 pics of you in his phone, printed , polaroids. he’s too shy to hang them up but he keeps one in his wallet and in his phone case to feel like you’re with him all the time :>
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dcggone · 5 months ago
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take a moment to study the people who are like that and notice that they have no genuine relationships. they define others only in the feelings they create, not the love they foster. they have no sense of integrity. they are hollow, they are only masks desperate to latch onto whole and complete people just to feel beauty. they chase after others because they know they will find nothing worthwhile inside themselves.
i think the universe is validating all my thoughts on attention seeking people. ive felt my whole life that keeping my head down and keeping my distance from others is the way to go. focus on myself and my own improvement, only opening the door to genuine connections that are attracted to me and not a performance i put on for others. my whole life i notice people who chase after affection and validation from others go no where in life. and im just being proven right all the time huh
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entitled-fangirl · 2 months ago
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Girly, I'm ranting.
TW: Abuse
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If you were considering leaving an abusive relationship- If it even crossed your mind today- DO IT. Love isn't painful. And if it is, then baby, that's not love.
I spent two years with a man that was selfish. He never hit me. He never raised his hand to me. He never even threatened it.
But he did abuse me.
When I left for college, he pushed me to follow him to his own college. The college that accepted me was one of the best in the nation for my degree. And he still wanted me next to him. That's not love.
I was highly inexperienced when it came to sex. I wasn't interested in it, and I told him that. He asked me angrily, "Well, what am I supposed to do about me? What about my needs as a man? Do you want me to go find it elsewhere?" And he pressured me every time I saw him. That's not love.
I've been to my church almost every Sunday since I was 7 years old. He wasn't religious. He told me he wanted to become a Catholic. I encouraged him to follow his journey in religion but to keep in mind that a marriage with him would be difficult due to their rules about other denominations. He asked in anger if I would truly pick God over him. That's not love.
I have an absolutely adoring family. I told him that it's been a dream of mine since I was young to keep my last name when I get married. He said it "made no fucking sense." And told me I would "change my mind." That's not love.
I get seasonal depression in the summer. He told me that if I really loved him, I wouldn't want to be distant. That's not love.
On my bf's birthday, my dad had an accident and was in the ER. I was crying, and my bf called me to ask where I was. While I cried over the fear of my dad's life, he said, "I guess we both know where our priorities lie." That's not love.
My college had a safety situation, and I was stuck in one of the buildings until the threat passed. As I sat in fear, he berated me about how unwanted he felt since I wasn't spending time with him like we had planned. I cried more. That's not love.
I watched the light in my eyes fade slowly over those two years, beginning to hate myself. I thought that was what love looked like because if it was abuse, he would hit me. But he didn't. So I thought it was love.
Baby, I promise you it's not.
Real love encourages you, empowers you, makes you feel like you can pursue the things you want without fear. It doesn't gaslight. It doesn't berate. It doesn't hurt you.
If "love" makes you hate yourself, it is not love.
I promise you.
Please put yourself first. If no one seems to want the best for you, please be the first. You deserve the best. I swear it.
This is unlike anything I talk about, but I have a platform and I feel responsible for telling you that abuse is hard to see. But once it's spotted, you need to leave.
Now on the other side of leaving him, I can tell you that it was the hardest but most rewarding thing I've ever done. I lost friends. I lost a part of myself. It's been months and I'm still not through all the stages of grief. But I see the ways I've grown. The light in my eyes. And I wouldn't trade this for all the money in the world, because I know my worth now.
The sky has to fall a little sometimes. But that doesn't mean it's the end.
I'm linking the National Domestic Violence website here. If you're second-guessing the term "abuse", please look at their resources to help identify it.
It's so hard, but I promise you- I PROMISE YOU- You don't deserve abuse.
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AITA for bad-mouthing my boyfriend’s toxic family?
(🐈‍⬛ For me to recognize my post later)
I (20f) have a boyfriend (21m) who is physically disabled and still currently living at home with his parents for a while as he tries to scrape his savings together to move in with me. This wouldn’t be an issue, if his parents weren’t immensely transphobic (he’s trans) and outright abusive towards him. Despite having an official doctor’s diagnosis for ALL of his issues, both mental and physical, they just?? Like to pretend that he’s completely able-bodied, and that he’s making up his issues “for attention” (<- something that they’ve actually said to him)
My bf isn’t ready to leave the house just yet because he doesn’t want to feel like a burden and wants to be able to support himself without my help, despite my constant offering and support, but this ofc just means that he’s STAYING in that house, and it’s clear that it effects him really negatively. He’s improved a lot since I’ve met him in high school, but him being in that house is just. Awful for his health, his self esteem, literally everything. I guess I understand his reasonings for not leaving (he’s on his parents’ health insurance, his dad’s a vet so he gets a ton of money off his college bill, he’s got a little sister at home that he doesn’t want to leave alone, etc etc), but at the same time, I fucking HATE his parents, more than I’ve ever hated anyone in my life. He’s such an amazing guy, but I’ve seen him reduced to panic attacks just on their words alone, and it’s awful and I hate them.
I’m also very vocal with this hate. I tell him all the time. Whenever he vents to me, or mentions something awful that his parents have/had done in passing, or tries to excuse their behavior, I will tell him point-blank that I hate his parents and that he needs to leave. He gets incredibly upset whenever I say stuff like that, however, and has asked me multiple times to quit it, but it’s just so hard to see him loving them so fiercely when they literally only give him the bare minimum in return.
The reason for this post at all is because I started going off on a tangent about two days ago when he managed to escape (he has to ask for permission every time he wants to go out) to my place to destress and have a small date night, and I specifically asked him how his parents had been treating him recently because he’d been pretty quiet about it. He got really quiet and eventually told me that they keep adding really weird stuff to do for his household responsibilities (ex: dusting the UNDERSIDE of tables??) and that they’re now threatening to take away the things he loves (his phone, his books, his DOOR) if he doesn’t keep up with the new workload, which is especially hard because, again, he’s DISABLED. Well this pissed me off, because they’ve done shit like that in the past and it never ends well for him, and I started talking about how much his parents suck and how I wish he would just leave, and he got really quiet and just said “I think I’m just gonna leave now” and just. Left
In the aftermath, I feel awful about it. We’ve texted a few times since then, and he says that he’s okay and that it was fine, and how he just needs to get over it, but it’s very clear that he’s still upset by it and just trying not to make it a big issue. I know that he hates it when I badmouth his parents, but I genuinely do not know any other way to get it into his head that he needs to leave as soon as possible, if only to save his own health. I love him so so much, we’ve been together since high school, we would die for each other, and we’ve been through so much that not very many couples have had to go through, especially not at our age. I sincerely just want the best for him, and this feels like I could open the topic again and try to make him SEE, but I’m just worried that I might have upset him this time in a way that he might not be able to get over.
Sorry for this getting so long, I just feel very strongly about it and I want to know if I’m the AH here and should lay off, or keep trying to make him see that he just needs to get out as soon as possible. So tumblr, AITA?
What are these acronyms?
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ochrearia · 3 months ago
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Proud of You!
"DRABBLE" I yell to my reflection in the mirror, pointing an accusatory finger at myself as if that would work. Nope. 2k words again. I'm physically incapable of making anything short right now I guess. Fluff bomb!
BFs in this one-shot: PoPr!BF (Biff, mine), fc!BF (Boyf, Keyy's), S2!BF (Bee, Isaac's), Yourself (YS)
Letting any of these idiots in was proving to be a mistake. Not that YS couldn’t trust them, moreso that the minute he got comfortable around them it turned into them being smarter than he bargained for and finding out too quickly how to placate him. They were doing it on purpose. He was convinced that they’d still do it even if they didn’t manage to derive comfort out of it just because they thought seeing him so unfocused was funny.
Though suppose it was his mistake for believing other visions of himself wouldn’t be absolute fucking menaces.
The TV was on but offered nothing good to watch, which was the norm. YS really should consider investing in a better cable plan before he ends up chucking the thing out the window. Doing that would still be better entertainment than the channels he actually had on it. That was the least of his concerns, though, because while he was sitting on the couch he’d managed to catch three parasitic leeches. All of which were clinging to him like koala bears on steroids, very adamant to not let go until something gave. Biff attached to his left side, Boyf his right, and Bee right in the middle. Good thing the only tall one wasn’t right in front of him, at least he could still see over Bee’s head which was laid right on his sternum.
“Must you all do this to the point I can’t move? What if I wanted to get up for a snack or use the bathroom?” YS questioned aloud.
“Don’t care.” Biff whined back. “Had a bad day. Pico and Cherry are busy. Can’t get comfort from my partners so of course I’m coming here and getting the best hug in the world. Don’t tell them I said that.”
YS snorted out a laugh at that. “Blackmail.”
“Can’t believe you’d be so mean to even consider depriving your little brothers of quality comfort time. How could you?”
“You can’t kick me out, these two have had so much more time to get your attention compared to me and I need to catch up.” Bee insisted, chin digging slightly into where he was resting his head. “If you wanted to be able to move freely then you should have thought not to be so fucking comfy.”
“Oh yeah, sorry, totally my fault.” Playful sarcasm dripped from YS’s tone. “Are you sure I’m the comfy one or is it just this hoodie you all got for me? Was that your master plan all along, get me something you knew would be soft and then abuse the fact I can’t say no to any of you? Why the hell did I ever let you guys in, I’ve never known peace since.”
“I can’t believe you can wear this thing 24/7 and still pile yourself under a billion other heat sources and be fine. It’s like you’ve never been too hot before. How fucking cold are you all the time?” Boyf questioned. Normally he’d use his text-to-speech but his hands were occupied.
“Mm. I’m always cold.” YS hummed, the combined body heat slowing his thoughts. “Sucks. Heat is comfort but I can’t make my own it seems. Er- well, that’s what it feels like anyways, yeah.”
Nice save, moron. Damn these idiots for knowing warmth was another way to incapacitate him, the secrets they could pull in this state if they just asked the right questions…
“I hate all of you for figuring out so fast that warmth is a way to shut my brain down.” YS grumbled, trying to move quickly past his slip-up. “Though I guess if you have to know one I’d prefer this one over the other one…”
“You should stop insinuating that there’s multiple ways to take you down if you don’t want people knowing about the other one, man.” Biff cackled lightly. “I mean, I know, but Bee and Boyf don’t. Keep talking so loosely and they’re going to find out and we’re both screwed.”
“Beef wouldn’t tell me what it was.” Bee pouted in response. “It seemed like he really wanted to, but YS’s threats got the better of him. What could possibly be so embarrassing that you’re threatening everyone into silence?”
“If we keep guessing long enough surely we’ll get it right eventually. Biff, give us a hint at least, come on.”
“Fuck no.” Biff shook his head against YS’s shoulder. “Absolutely not. I made that mistake saying it to Beef and he’s going to use it against me too. It’s a shared thing which is why I haven’t gone shouting it around by now. No thank you.”
“I would rather take that shit to my grave before any more of you figure it out.” YS grumbled, slowly bringing his arms up around Biff and Boyf and squeezing tightly. “Fucking morons, I don’t have enough arms for all three of you.”
“Your arms are freakishly long and you literally are a shapeshifter, figure it out.” Biff bit back. “Don’t leave Bee hanging.”
“Yeah, what the fuck man.” Bee continued to complain. “These fuckers have so many YS hugs under their belt and I need to catch up like I said. More please.”
Toddlers. Three fully adult babies. YS sighed, rolling his eyes before stretching his arms further to reach Bee’s back. His arms were long, but not long enough to be able to connect behind all three of them. He actually had to abuse his shapeshifting to make them slightly longer so he could lock his hands together.
“There. Happy?”
“Yes.” All three of them chorused together.
YS rolled his eyes again, letting his head roll back a little to look up at the ceiling. At least it wasn’t all seven today. All seven vying for his attention was such a mind-boggling concept because he’d really done nothing to make them want to do that. Why was his attention so sought after, anyway? Why had they gotten so attached to him compared to getting attached to each other?
“Hey, I actually know of another way to shut his brain down that isn’t the way he’s refusing to admit to.” Biff spoke up suddenly, and YS could hear the grin in his tone.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re about to say but you better not.”
“Don’t let the big brother title intimidate you Biff. Say it.”
“Yeah, say it so I can have something Beef doesn’t know! Then we’d be even!”
“Okay!” Biff replied, happily ignoring YS’s threat. “This one’s just as good. And it’s really cute, and YS hates being cute, ruins his cool and mysterious facade. You also have to genuinely mean it but I don’t think any of us will struggle with that. Look him in the eye and seriously tell him you’re proud of him. It works every time. He loves being told that it makes him so happy that it derails everything in his head.”
“Stop TELLING them these things what is your problem-”
Boyf immediately shifted. He pulled away just enough that he was still in range of keeping YS’s arm around his back, but now his face was visible and he was able to look the taller in the eye. He seemed to consider something in his head for a few seconds, before offering a bright smile with a slight head tilt.
“Prow’ ah you!” Boyf spoke. Not a thought, not text-to-speech. In the few seconds he’d known the information Biff had said it clicked enough in his brain to know this was something that needed to be said out loud regardless of his aversion to speaking.
YS’s brain genuinely stalled. He’d never actually heard Boyf speak out loud before. He knew that he had the ability to, even though he barely bothered to do so. Proud of you! God, the first words he heard this asshole speak had to be that, didn’t it? First thing he really said to him was that he was proud of him. Fuck, he could feel his eyes starting to water already. Come on, why now?!
“Oh my god he’s crying.” Bee snickered in awe. “You prided him into silence and tears. Aw man, that’s cute but also how long did you go without anyone telling you that to even get to this point of reaction?”
“I-” YS stumbled, trying to blink the tears away. “Fuck you, Biff. Come on. What is your problem with me being cool and mysterious, man, can’t I just be that?”
“No.” Biff said smugly. “Because it’s bullshit. That whole thing is a facade to keep yourself guarded and disconnected and that’s not allowed. You can’t stay disconnected forever. You’re important to us, you’re our big brother and we want to be close to you. You come here wanting to be our support, our comfort, you want to help us and let us live good lives. How many times do I have to say we want that for you too before you start believing it?”
Dammit.
“You do so much even after having gone through so much already.” Bee said. “After everything you’re still here. I told you the day we met I wanted to help you like you were determined to help me. You’re doing it all despite your own issues, and hey, I’m so proud of you for that.”
Oh, he was going to lose his mind. A stray thought said YS wanted to strangle Biff for being a little shit and saying all these things, but god, his heart was aching in such a good way and he couldn’t stay mad. He wasn’t even mad in the first place. They were all looking at him with damn soft looks, offering stupid and nice smiles, and he couldn’t move with them all still hugging him like their lives depended on it.
“We’re all proud of you.” The teasing in Biff’s voice was suddenly gone. “And you should be proud of yourself. You might not think so, but you should. Look at all this good you’ve been doing. We’re all here because of you. You might think we’d all be better off staying with our partners when you’re having a bad day, thinking that you butted in for nothing. Nah. I’m so glad I get to have a big brother.”
They were doing it on purpose. They were trying to make him cry on purpose, he was sure of it, and dammit, they were succeeding. Fuck, but how else was he supposed to respond? YS wasn’t a crier, he didn’t like showing his emotions, but he couldn’t stop it. He wanted to hear them say every word so much. Wanted to be vulnerable, allowed to not be the strong pillar all the time. Wanted to be happy. Oh- he wanted to be happy.
When was the last time he’d thought that without believing he didn’t deserve it?
“I hate you three.” YS said wetly, rolling his head around to rest it on top of Bee’s instead. “I- thank you.” He was keeping his voice quiet, because he didn’t trust his normal tone to stay strong enough not to betray the pure emotion behind it. “That… You don’t know how happy you’ve all just made me feel.”
“Holy shit he admitted to it.” Biff gasped overdramatically. “Oh my god! We’re getting somewhere! Fucking finally, oh I’m going to say that so much more every time we hang out. You’re making progress, visible progress, fuck I am so proud of you holy shit-”
“Biff you’re gonna kill him.” Boyf thought with a snarky smile. “But he’s right. That’s so nice and exciting to hear you say. You know you’re going to be bombarded with these sentiments every time from us three now, right?”
“Had a feeling…” YS chuckled with a small shake of his head. “I’d say don’t overdo it but I don’t think you even could. I- I love hearing it.”
“Awww!” Bee squeezed his arms around YS’s waist more. “Big brother loooooves us!”
Yeah… YS thought slowly, mind swirling with happiness and warmth-induced sleepiness. It had been long enough, right? He could admit it now, right? Yeah, I do. 
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my-castles-crumbling · 1 month ago
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Hi Cas I'm sorry I've never sent an ask here but I literally do not know what to do.
So TW violence???
My dad passed away a year and a half (?) ago, and about a year ago my mom started dating this pretty young guy.
He was annoying. I thought maybe I was being biased but I didn't really mind my mom having a bf after my dad??? So I didn't think much of it and decided she's her own woman and can make her own choices, right? She deserves having some fun, especially after being about 3 years caring for my dad's sickness.
Well. My mom and this guy were on and off because he's a fucking idiot, as in, they'd just discuss stuff because they were both stressed about their own thing. For context, this guy divorced his wife and his wife took their kid (she was still 2yo) away from him, permiting no contact for over 2 or 3 months.
Well. He has the kid now (since they found out her grandma on her mother's side literally hits her. A two year old little girl, so he's obviously going for full custody). They had some big fight that I didn't really care about (since I always found him annoying). And my brother just told me (it's 2:30am, my brother told me @1) that he hit my mom, and that's the reason they fought
She's a social worker. She helps people (specially women & genderqueer people) get out of abusive situations, relationships (romatic, in contexts of work, etc)
And she just went over to his house, and is staying the night
And she told my cisgender, straight, 16yo younger (with violent tendencies classic from teen boys, somewhat??) brother about this and didn't tell me.
And I. I don't know. Should I be doing an intervention?? I don't want this guy at my mom's 50th birthday. I don't want him ever in this house again. I actually want him very far from my mom and my family in general.
But she's staying over, and she didn't tell me, and- he's not a violent guy, I think? But he hit her, and she went back, and I've been contemplating murder so often on the last couple weeks (2 times, one for the girl's grandma, and one for this guy- which is 2 times more often than usual??? And like, actually think about it, not just some hypothetical shit- and it's honestly worriesome)
I just want my mom to stop being an idiot (she knows by MEMORY the- all the things that happen in toxic/abusive relationships what are you even doing woman, I get that you're a victim but I've been telling you to break up with him for over three months –before I even knew this happened–)
Sorry that's err. A lot of text. There's just so much context and fuck I want my mom to cut ties there, so much, and I wish she trusted me with this, and- idk what to do at this point
Hi!
So I left this text because it's not detailed, but I'm going to TW my response because it's my own personal experience. So TW- abuse
First, we don't murder people. Ever.
Second, I think the thing with abuse is you don't realize you've gotten pulled into the cycle until it's far too late. Abusers are charismatic and are great at lovebombing and AMAZING at telling you it'll never happen again and then immediately doing it again. The cycle of abuse, in my experience, is like quicksand. It's almost impossible to get out of.
It's also super embarrassing. Because even as the logical, independent part of you knows it's wrong, you still stay. You tell yourself it won't happen again, or that you'll leave next time. And then you don't. And you feel SO unworthy and shameful and unloved, because the abuser convinces you that you don't deserve anything better.
All this to say, I think the best way to tackle this would be to talk to one of your mom's close friends or family members. Share your concerns. Because concerns coming from her child are just going to make her feel defensive and probably angry and she's not going to listen. She might listen to an adult.
Also please don't take it personally that your mom didn't tell you. People who are abused should NOT feel shame, but trust me when I tell you that it's so hard to tell people because it just makes you feel about 2cm tall.
I'm sorry that you're going through this and I'm so glad you recognize the signs of abuse <3 Naming you trusted anon
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callsignspark · 2 years ago
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Mar[r]y Me | part two
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pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M�� Vertucci (fem!OC)
summary: A love story told through friendship, laughter, and food.
series warnings: 18+ minors DNI, discussion of insecurities, difficult family relationships, discussions of food and alcohol use, extremely brief mentions of emotionally abusive ex-bf, eventual smut, warnings to be added as needed
word count: 3.4k
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note: happy Friday! part two is here! and we meet Bradley today! thank you for the love on part one, I hope you all have a great weekend <3 (side note: if anyone recognizes where I adapted the very last line from, we are now best friends)
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part two - strawberry shortcake
“Can we eat now? I’m tired of waiting for the chicken man!”
“Hangman, he’s five minutes late, and if you keep whining like a baby, you will be the last in line for food.” Mary’s hand shoots across the island, slapping the blonde’s hand away from the food. “Don’t even fucking think about it! Go sit in the living room!”
“Ow! I liked you better when you were too shy to yell at us yet.” He sulks into the next room, holding his hand to his chest. Only his ego is bruised, but Mary can hear him looking for sympathy from his best friend, giggling when she hears Coyote’s less-than-loving response.
“What’re you laughing at?”
“Oh my god!” She whips around, hand flying to her chest in a futile attempt to slow her heart. “Bradley! I didn’t hear you come in!”
“Sorry, Miss Mary, didn’t mean to scare ya.” The smirk on his face contradicting his apology.
She narrows her eyes. “Oh, you find this funny, bird boy? Hey Hangman?”
“Yes, ma’am?”
“You’re no longer at the back of the line for food! Rooster will be taking that spot from you.”
A celebratory shout comes from the living room while Bradley protests, “That’s not fair!”
“Guess you shouldn’t have laughed at me. Okay! Come get food while it’s still hot!” She’s almost bulldozed by the herd of hungry aviators storming their way into the kitchen. Bradley pulling her out of the way of Harvard and Fritz playfighting to be first in line.
“Careful, wouldn’t want you to catch an elbow with that cute lil nose of yours.” His thick arm wrapped around her waist, and the way he has to bend down to talk into her ear gets her heart pumping. She feels small next to him; she never feels small. Mary pats his arm in thanks before wiggling away to establish order of the buffet she laid out in the Fitches' kitchen, her face feeling as hot as the sausage she’d cooked up.
“Boys, stop fighting.” She thumps Fritz’s head as she passes, “Danielle and Reuben get food first; it’s their house.”
“Traditionally, the hosts go last!”
“It may be their house, but I cooked everything, so I’m the host, and I say the pregnant lady and her husband go first.” Danielle smacks Mary’s butt as she passes by to grab a plate. “This isn’t officially Reuben and Danielle’s anniversary, but it’s very close, so I’ve made a lot of their favorites tonight. All the food is labeled, but let me know if you have questions, and drinks are in the cooler in the yard, so help yourself before you sit down! Coyote?”
“We’re ignoring the slap?”
“Yes. It’s been over fifteen years, and nothing has stopped her yet; it’s just part of my life now.”
Danielle scoffs, “Oh, please. Like you don’t love it. I know for a fact that when you dated-”
“Okay! Hey! Have you guys ever heard the story of how Reuben and Danielle got together? It’s really embarrassing for Reuben.”
“No, but I would love to hear it!” Fanboy pipes up, just like she knew he would, getting Danielle off the topic of her former boyfriend, the one who had a thing for spanking.
“You haven’t even told Fanboy? Your WSO?” Danielle looks at her husband in faux shock. “Well, now Mary has to tell it!”
“Please do not tell this story.” Reuben groans from his seat, realizing his two favorite women aren't joking.
“Picture this. It's August 2007. The Phoenix spacecraft is on course for Mars, Ed Hardy is taking over men’s fashion, and it’s the first week of classes at SUNY Buffalo. I’m waiting outside of my 8AM chemistry lab with like twenty other students, all of whom are lax bros. This tall, lanky kid,” Mary jabs a thumb in the direction of Reuben, “-comes walking up, plants himself next to me on the bench outside the lab, and says, “Yo, I know the formula for table salt; what else could I possibly need to know?” and me, being the wonderful person I am, I took pity on him and made him my lab partner.”
“You just didn’t want to get partnered with those guys from the golf team.”
“I will not lie; that was a factor in my decision. Anyway, it turned out to be a huge mistake because he barnacled himself to me for the rest of the semester and apparently for the rest of my life.”
“I am a delight!”
“I dragged us through that class, kicking and screaming the entire way.” She explains how their duo became a trio after Reuben walked directly into Danielle. “She hit the sidewalk so hard, and Rico Sauvé over there froze, staring at her like an idiot while I helped her off the ground and apologized for him. I wish I could remember what I said… do you remember Danielle?”
“You said, and I’m quoting here, “I’m so sorry about him. I would make a joke about him being so tall that he doesn’t get enough oxygen, but the fact of the matter is that he’s just a fucking idiot.” And then she smacked him in the stomach to reboot him.”
The team erupts in laughter, Yale heckling him. “Bro! You knocked her over? That’s so bad; I can’t believe she went out with you!”
“Oh, I didn’t! Matchmaker Mariella convinced me to give him a shot after she and I became friends sophomore year. He was too scared to ask me out.” Danielle’s statement makes the laughter worse, tears gathering in Fanboy’s eyes.
“And it worked out, didn’t it?” Reuben leans over to kiss his wife. “We’ve been together for fifteen years, five moves, and two kids. Not too bad, huh, baby?”
“Oh god! Keep it in your pants; there are impressionable, young minds present!”
Danielle flips Hangman off, “Annie isn’t old enough to realize what’s going on!”
“Forget Annabeth! I was talking about Bob!”
That begins the biweekly argument of Phoenix defending her back-seater, which then spirals into whose dating life is the most pathetic. Omaha has won the past nine times for his horrible flirting techniques that have a 4% chance of working, according to Yale’s calculations. Mary always takes this as her cue to escape, knowing her romantic luck is the worst of them all, and she would win hands down. This time around, she collects the dinner dishes and sneaks through the back door, making a clean getaway until Bradley turns to whisper a joke in her ear and realizes she’s gone.
He scans the backyard, coming up empty until his eyes hit the kitchen window. For a minute he watches her doing dishes and bobbing her head to the radio perched on the windowsill in front of her, admiring how the pieces of hair that have escaped from her claw clip frame her face. The dark strands making the rosiness of her round cheeks stand out as she cleans up.
She’s so beautiful.
The same thought had passed through his mind eight months earlier when he first met the Fitch family’s best friend. It had been a regular night out at the Hard Deck. Everything was going as expected, except for Payback’s behavior. The normally calm and collected pilot bounced between groups, his neck on a constant swivel to the front door. After minimal prodding, he announced that his wife and his best friend from college were running late. Rooster was expecting another man similar to his teammate; a funny, chill guy, probably someone who had been on the swim team with Reuben.
He was thrown for a loop when Danielle stormed through the door, yelling about the babysitter being late and pulling a gorgeous brunette behind her.
Payback had tucked the mystery woman under his arm and introduced her to the group. “Everyone, this is my bestest friend, Mariella Vertucci. She is a brilliant mechanical engineer, an excellent cook, and an even better baker. Also, she’s single.”
“Oh my god, Reuben, stop it!” She had blushed and tried to duck away; her wide smile made Bradley’s heart flutter. He immediately wanted to talk to her, buy her a drink, play her favorite song on the piano, anything to get her to smile at him like that.
He had been disappointed when he learned she was only visiting for a few days. His disappointment had grown when Hangman and Coyote monopolized her time after finding out she had a knack for darts. The best part of his night was when she sat on the stool beside him for a breather. Bradley bought her a drink and made small talk; his brain unable to create meaningful conversation once he felt the soft material of her dress brush his calf. And then she was gone again, pulled back to the dartboard by Jake, who was happy to have someone to compete against. He had spent the rest of the night watching Jake joke with her. Mary’s laugh was the only thing in Bradley’s head when he went to bed that night.
He looks over at Jake now, where - for his own entertainment - the blonde man is turning the dating life comparisons into a game of cornhole. Content to stand on the sidelines with Annabeth snuggled on his chest and watch what is sure to turn into a disastrously overly competitive tournament.
When Bradley realizes no one is paying attention to him, he gathers the rest of the dirty dishes and heads inside. “I saw you sneak away; you missed my joke about Hangman getting stood up twice in the same week.”
“I try not to give Dani a chance to bring up my past mistakes; it works out better for everyone considering how often she’s set me up on a failed blind date.” She makes a face over her shoulder, making both of them laugh.
“Dinner was great, by the way. I haven’t had a homecooked meal like that in years.”
Mary feels her cheeks get darker at the compliment. Damn him for being handsome and sweet.
“I’m glad you liked it. I always- oh! I love this song; can you turn it up? My hands are all soapy.”
“Big Steve Miller Band fan, huh?” Bradley laughs and twists the knob. “What are we listening to?”
“The oldies station - 105.6 - they play everything from before 1990! I love them; it’s just like when I used to spend the day with my grandparents. They have a Big Band Music Monday, and if I close my eyes when Glen Miller is playing, I swear I can smell my Nona's perfume.” His smile matches hers, the joy of childhood memories splayed across her face as she rinses plates.
“Which towel should I use to dry?”
“You don’t have to-” Her voice gets louder as she talks over him, sensing the protest that’s coming. “But! If you’re going to insist, grab a fresh one from that drawer right there. And don’t worry about the pots and pans; Reuben likes to let those air-dry overnight. I just want to make sure everything else is as done as possible before I bring dessert out; those dishes can run in the dishwasher tonight.”
Bradley pauses where he’s putting silverware away, watching Mary sway to the music. “You made dessert too?”
“Yeah, we’re having my version of strawberry shortcake. It’s a twist on their wedding cake which was vanilla cake with strawberry filling.” She answers distractedly, closely examining a roasting dish that won’t come clean.
“You made their wedding cake too?”
She giggles at his shocked tone. “No, I had just moved to Missouri when they got engaged, so most of my maid of honor duties were performed virtually. But I did help pick the cake flavors out when I was up for the shower.”
“Lots of yelling at vendors on the phone?”
“Occasionally, when it was needed. I’m not a fan of yelling at people if it’s not necessary.”
“You yell at work all the time.”
“That’s because you idiots don’t listen to me! My entire career has been learning the best ways to fix those expensive ass planes you fly in every single day, yet you don’t listen when I-” She cuts herself off and flicks water at him when she realizes he’s teasing her. “You’re not funny, mister.”
“Sorry, sweetheart, it’s just too easy sometimes.” He knows he’s not really in trouble when she can’t hold her grin back.
“Just keep drying so we can have dessert.”
The two work quietly together, cleaning and packing up leftovers, seventies hits floating through the kitchen. As Mary cleans the sink, she looks at Bradley, who is trying to figure out which cabinet the serving platters go in. “When you get those put away, could you grab the strawberries from the garage fridge?”
Bradley hums his agreement, grinning at her when she points to the correct cupboard before heading out to the garage.
“As you requested.” He laughs at the grabby hands she makes towards the green container in his arms as he reenters the kitchen, eyes going wide when she removes the lid. “Shit, those look awesome.”
Mary’s nose scrunches at the compliment. “It’s because they’re super fresh. I picked them up from my favorite farm stand on the way home. And I used the sugar-to-berry ratio my Aunt Denna perfected years ago.”
Bradley watches in awe as she moves around the kitchen with an ease he’s never seen before; it’s like watching a one-person waltz. Her hands carefully fold the strawberries together, gently stirring them so they don’t break. Once combined to her standards, she plucks a sharp knife from out of nowhere and begins cutting the cake into even slices without any measuring. Mary does this while instructing him to get dessert plates out; her hips never stop moving to the music.
She stacks everything onto a serving tray that was hiding next to the fridge. It looks precariously balanced, and Bradley is about to offer his assistance when she swings the tray onto her shoulder and makes her way through the sliding door with no problems. He stands there for a second, stupidly staring after her like a lump on a log when he realizes she forgot the serving spoon.
He grabs the utensil and follows her path to the deck, a cheesy grin spreading across his face as he watches her realize she forgot something. She turns as Bradley brandishes the spoon in front of him like a sword and bows. “For you, m’lady.”
The peanut gallery pipes up. “Oh my god, Bradshaw. That was painful to watch.”
“No dessert for you, Jake.”
“Oh, come on!” Jake holds Annabeth up from his chest. “I was gonna share with little Annie Oakley here! You can’t take dessert away from me! You’re depriving her!”
“Dude, you have got to stop using my kid as a bargaining chip every time you make M&M mad.” The defeat in Danielle’s voice sends laughter through the group.
“For dessert, we’ve got strawberry shortcake with a Vertucci family twist. And a limited amount of whipped cream to go around, so please don’t go crazy until everyone has some, okay?”
A chorus of “Yes, ma’am” comes back at her as she hands the first plate to Dani, who had elbowed her way to the front of the line, using her pregnant belly to her advantage.
Mary is fulfilling Harvard’s request for extra syrup on his cake when Callie’s voice raises the question on several aviator’s minds. “Hey Mary, why is your callsign M&M?”
“Oh… uh….” She hesitates for a second before remembering she can trust these people. “Growing up in a bakery, I’ve always been the designated person to bring treats. Even in college, I was that person. After people found out I was the one who made the food, I would always jokingly get proposed to, and people started the “Marry Me” nickname. Which is such a brilliant play on my name.”
“Which was funny for a while, until a guy she used to date and his group of assholes caught wind of it and turned it into something decidedly not funny.” The anger in Reuben’s voice stops any potential questions.
“Yes, and then my knight in shining swim trunks over there almost got kicked off the team for fighting, and my ex got a knee to the family jewels courteous of the knight’s red-haired partner.” She rolls her eyes at the memory of how proud her two friends were to be in trouble for defending her honor. “Anyway, that pretty much killed the nickname, but M&M took its place.”
The yard is quiet, no one entirely sure what to say.
“I still can’t stand Austin.”
“I’m pretty sure he can’t stand you either after you sent one of his balls back into his body.” Mary snorts, feeling uncomfortable that the conversation about her emotionally abusive ex is still going. “It’s okay, everyone. That was a long time ago, and I brought M&M with me as my unofficial call sign when I started working with the Navy.”
It’s awkward for another minute until Hangman gets cornhole going again, handing Annabeth off to join the women at the picnic table. The game quickly gets competitive between the guys, and the evening returns to normal. As the attention moves away from her, Mary curls in on herself, feeling vulnerable about the information she had shared. The other women notice and make eye contact, a silent conversation passing between them.
“What a dingus. If I was your ex, I would have proposed to you for real after trying your mac and cheese.”
“Callie, I called dibs after she made those cupcakes at Easter.” Natasha protests.
“Absolutely not! Of anyone, I get the first crack at her; I’ve known her the longest.”
“Danielle, I know you’re pregnant, but I will literally fight you.”
It’s enough to break the tension and make Mary laugh. “Ladies, ladies, please, no fighting. There’s enough of my food to go around.”
“And what about you? There’s only enough of you for one of us.” Nat throws an arm around Callie’s shoulders, winking at her fellow aviator, silly smiles spreading across their faces.
“I think if we really tried, there would be plenty of me for both of you.” She winks back before taking a stack of empty plates inside.
The table settles into a stunned silence, Danielle’s laugh interrupting after a few seconds. “I forgot you guys haven’t seen Mary flirt before!”
Bradley’s heart stops from where he’s eavesdropping in a lawn chair. Is that why she never responds to my flirting? He feels like an ass, trying to catch the attention of a woman who potentially doesn’t even like men.
“She flirts with Jake all the time!”
Bradley chugs the rest of his beer.
“No, that’s not flirting. They’re just bantering each other. Besides, Jake is a good-looking guy, but he’s not really what she looks for in a man.”
“Oh! Forget Jake! She is single, right? Because I have a friend who would be perfect for her, she’s a middle school math teacher, and she has the same sense of humor as Mary!”
Danielle lowers her voice, “She is single, and she’s said now that she’s more settled out here, she wants to try dating again. But if everything goes the way I think it will, there will be no need for us to set her up.”
“What do you-” Natasha gets cut off by Danielle pointing at something off the deck.
The three women turn their attention to the backyard. At some point during their conversation, Mary had slipped past them and settled next to Bradley on the two-seater Adirondack chair. They subtlety observe as Mary leans into his side, giggling and whispering in his ear about something as she gestures towards the game. Bradley throws his head back as he laughs, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and dipping his head down to respond. They watch as Mary buries her head in his shoulder to muffle her laughter, and three sets of eyebrows raise in unison as the back of Bradley’s neck turns redder than the strawberries they’d just eaten.
“Wow. I vote that we only intervene if those two take longer than three months to get their shit together.” Callie looks around the table for concurrence.
Natasha grimaces. “Usually, I’d agree, but they’ll probably end up needing a nudge. Rooster moves slower than molasses in January when he’s interested in a woman for something more than a night.”
“They’ll definitely need a nudge, and I’m already working on it because, lemme tell you…” Danielle pauses, her heart warming at the shy smile on her best friend’s face as Bradley pulls her further into his body. “He’s in there with the champ.”
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candycharmss · 5 months ago
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꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷‧₊˚💕 ‧₊˚ I HAD THIS FEELING, AS I WAS FALLING ~ . . .
꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷‧₊˚💕 ‧₊˚ THE SOUND 'CROSS THE BAY, WAS THE SOUND OF YOU CALLING ~ . . .
INFO UNDER THE CUT ~ !
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Hey hi! My name is Dew!! I’m just a silly guy that’s just here to talk about my silly little f/os!! You know how it is!!! I know my account is empty (mainly bc i am so nervous to be entering this place again ahA...) but I promise you I’m gonna be pretty much active here, just like i was on my main! I figured maybe a side blog would be nicer, plus I can yap way more ehehe. 💕
Oh yea my main is @candycoffinss HE/she pronouns! ʚ♡ɞ Genderfluid ʚ♡ɞ Gay ʚ♡ɞ Adult
I will warn you though, this blog is VERY horror/gore themed, I love spooky stuff! So be cautious pls <3
Please no doubles D: … nothing personal I promise!!! It just kinda makes me feel not so great :( this might change we’ll see :L…
... Since I am an adult, so there might be the occasional suggestive post but I will be tagging it as #suggestive and #suggestive cw so I’d like to politely ask for minors to block it! Or anyone who’s uncomfortable, really. But I promise there won’t be a bunch! Maybe just funny memes. :P!
I have a bunch of f/os… like, a lot.. But my main focuses are these fellas!!
💫 Arthur D4venp0rt from 4rt 0f M0re! I like to say I'm his #1 bf because I'm sure almost nobody else has rlly heard of this show ehehe <33 I just started watching it and I decided he'd be a f/o of mine!!!! He's a cutie <33. The ship name is Chocolate Coins! He has a lot of money so i thought it'd make sense. :3 Aannnddd for tags... |♡|🎨 ~ YOUR SONG ! 🎨 ✎ . . . My sweetheart <3 💫 Sc0tt T1bbs from the S4w franchise! Admittedly I haven’t seen a bunch of love for him but I figured that I could provide that <3 besides, he’s such a cool guy :3 the ship name for him and my s/i or oc is Rockcandy and his tags are |♡|🎸 ~ KILLSHOT ! 🎸 ✎ . . . My rockstar <3 💫 St4nford P1nes from Gr4vity F4lls! Chat… Chat he is so kind… I’ve liked him for FOREVER and now I can be open about it!!! Yay!! The ship name is Dewford or Smarties! Can you tell I like candy themes? His tags are |♡|✋ ~ HE BLINDED ME WITH SCIENCE ! ✋ ✎ . . . My nerd <3
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Sooo yeah! There’s some other ones, but they’re all on my carrd! Yippee!!!
What else do I put… um…
OH! Tags.. Tags!! Let's see here... AHA!
⚰️ ✎ . . . Dew's Coffin - Me talking! Just simply thinking of stuff :3
🦴 ✎ . . . Dew's Bones - Art tag!! Yay!!
🧠 ✎ . . . Dew's Brain - Thoughts!! Maybe F/O imagines!! We'll see!
🫀 ✎ . . . Dew's Heart - F/O gushing :33 ehehehehehhe
🦷 ✎ . . . Dew's Teeth - Fanart/gift tag! Of course I'm not forcing this but just in case it's needed ;P, I've somehow managed to get a bunch of fanart in general so ahA--
🪦 ✎ . . . Dew's Gravestone - Reblog game responses!
🩸 ✎ . . . Dew's Blood - Suggestive posts
👻 ✎ . . . Dew's Hauntings - Asks! Ur all my little ghosts :3
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SINCE THE BOOK OF BILL HAS BECOME MORE POPULAR I FIGURED MAYBE I SHOULD SAY THIS:: DONT TALK AB IT IF YOU SHIP BILLFORD! nothing personal, I just get uncomfortable! You're still good to interact just please don't tag anything I post as billford please! <3 Proshippers don’t talk to me, you’re all stinky as hell smh >:L same with just general dni criteria. Don’t be a freak man, it’s not that hard :( Also DNI if you're like, a comshipper or if you're that kinda freak that likes abusive stuff like girlypop... no.... Also zoophiles, necrophiles, etc. I've had the displeasure of having followers of that so :/ never again, never again... youch... Also if you're anti-lgbtq, homophobic, transphobic, yadda yadda... Yeah no, not on my BLOG >:/
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timetravelerpyrite · 1 year ago
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Uh, hi.
My name is Pyrite, I go by he/him mainly… don't mind she/her though. Newly found out I like Pup/Pupself pronouns too.
I'm 31. (B-day is November 16th, if that matters to anyone.)
//Current Arc: None rn!
//Finished Arcs: Fool's Faller, ABSOLute Panic!
Anyway, not too important, I just kinda found this site and realized 'Oh, there's some people like me here!' so here I am I guess?
Don't expect me to be friendly.
I don't bite! I'm trying to make more friends, but don't shove too much at me at once please.
I don't like staying in one place, it makes me anxious, no I won't tell you why. I was running a lot because of my Ex, she and my bio fam wants me to come back, but I won't, I'm actually tying to get use to staying in one place now.
Most important thing, I'm a Time Traveler and Dimension hopper, how the hell am I both?
I caught a Celebi (He/She/They) by COMPLETE ACCIDENT so now I'm kinda stuck with them, and I kinda got adopted by a Dimension hopping Iron called Iron Eclipse (It/Its)… no, I do not expect you to know what that is.
Call me a fake if you want, I don't care, just try not to hold me down in one spot, got it? Wow I don't like this part the most, why was I such a jerk in my intro??
Anyway, I might visit ya if I feel like, I have two adopted (not legally but who gives a shit) sisters @queen-of-the-phantoms and @pokedexcamp! I'm dating @silveredfeathers and living with him and his wife (and now my Girlfriend-??) @trainerlynda.
Adding an addendum: Sometimes we, his Irons, connect to his phone to be able to post. We are;
🐉: Iron Rage. (She/Her)
🕊️: Iron Serenity! (He/They/Fae)
🌋: Iron Eruption. (He/Him)
🌑🌈: Iron Eclipse.
⌛: And sometimes I steal the phone, I'm Chronos his Celebi.
🍞: Thanatos types sometimes too, she has rather broken English so it will likely be autocorrected to hell and back, please tell her if it gets a word wrong, from what I can tell she wants to understand (She/It)
//Open ask games!
Pelipper mail and malice.
Ask an invasive question.
//Magnifying glass ask game!
See his dreams and nightmares.
//A post for you to give me permission for him to hop to your character's dimension! (Either on purpose or by accident.)
//Ooc info under the cut!
//Ooc. This is a sideblog! Unreality. Mod is an adult and goes by she/her he/him pronouns All art I use is my own (Or made for me)! I follow from @theshadowqueenofthedistortion, more info about me on my main! This blog is not settled in one dimension at the moment, so expect conflicting area info. Here's some of my other accounts as well!
//Semi-Serious blog, I will participate in active silliness and also write serious stuff. Will sometimes touch on death, abuse and a few other things, I will tag the serious stuff with their appropriate tw/cw tags.
//I will not ship with anyone who isn't my BF (and myself, but that's a note for later), just for my comfort. This boi does n o t stay in one place, if he goes to visit someone he will get there himself/he fell into that universe by accident.
//Magic anons are allowed! But I am picky.
//I am very open to crossover stuff!
//This guy is very much centered around Future Paradox pokemon! He's not gonna know all the Pokemon's names and will call them 'Irons'. The Iron names are VERY much headcannons unless talking about a cannon Iron.
//When he's on the move things he says aloud will be under
[Voice to text active!] where as when he's actully writing it will be under [Pyrite is typing...]
//What the tags mean.
//Shadow Mod Speaks: Mod speaking.
//Mod Reference: Me and/or Zorana making references for this account
//Shadow Art: Art by me that isn't a ref/finished.
//Pyrite info: Self-Explanatory. For both IC and OOC.
Little Hops: His post/response tag.
Warping Reality: Closed and/or serious RP. I will also use this tag when responding seriously to something.
Where am I today?: When Pyrite is mainly talking to himself.
The Pokemon tags: They are for each respective Pokemon/Iron
Magic Anon Things.: Stuff with magic anons.
Triangle Terror: Pyrite dealing with the truth triangles. He can't turn them off, so hehehe.
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ghost-of-the-machine · 1 year ago
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also thats one thing? theyre never 'just dreams' for me. its always some shit!!!! reliving trauma thru my sleep, give me a fucking breakkk
like all those times id wake up paranoid after dreaming my moms bf was gonna come back and kill us like he said, that shit was so frequent, you can imagine how. vacant i was when she said he was coming back
my least favorite thing is the dreams im weak in. when im overpowered and abused, when my voice isnt loud enough and no one listens when i scream for them to stop. it makes me feel so PATHETIC. nothing is worse than when its over and i have to pick myself up and i just feel so.. defeated. i hate feeling that way
dont miss when id wake up shaking from dreams with brian in em, i dreamed he hated me and wanted to come hurt me and i was scared and hiding from him. and then i had the same dream AGAIN except he came to apologize to me and. the whiplash was insane
or how id avoid him cuz i thought he hated me but he was always THERE in my head and i. was so.. drawn in, so allured. cuz thats what that sort of thing does. it fucks with yr head, makes bad touch feel good. makes bad people seem irresistible. cuz i mean.. if you got them, then you deserved it right? i deserved to be tormented like that! so i might as well accept what im given. thats why people who are abused are so likely to be abused again, yr brain associated that behavior with comfort cuz its just what yr used to. its sad, but.. its how it is
i still fucking hate how his response to me telling im like hey. you made me unwell can you maybe apologize or at least take some kind of accountability? and he said that i was abused in the past, so it was THEM who fucked me up, couldnt possibly have been him. kys!!!! and i hate that i dream of him, i hate that in my dreams we're together and i see the best in him and he loves me, i dont want his love!!! he didnt even see me as a man, he said i was still the same so he liked me (cuz what he liked was between my legs)
it felt good to be wanted. but it also felt so horrible.. it makes my chest heavy just thinking about it. i hate that despite how bad it hurt me, a part of me misses it. i wont blame myself, its psychology, but. still sucks
hate the way my brain is so tempted to just find the worst person possible and let them hurt me like i need them too, cuz ive never known a good relationship. not one that wasnt predatory, manipulative, etc. EXHAUSTING! but i have to remember that i cant do that, no matter how loud that worm in my brain gets. i dont want to be hurt again!!!!! i have to keep myself safe no matter how easy it seems to fall back on it
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vampiirxblood · 2 years ago
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PTSD Trauma
This person really affected me, I suffer every day to find myself again, to be happy, to be okay. My ex physically, mentally, and emotionally abused me for five years. why did I stay? cause we have a son together.
The manipulation, gaslighting, and comfort that I was scared to leave. Though no one will really read this, While with this person last year was our last year, we were together and he slept with different girls while I would be at home, or work and taking care of the kids just trying to provide and on top going to college. We lived together for five years.
January couple days before my birthday we got into a fight. I shoved him for getting into my face and he slapped me so hard it cause force trauma that caused my left hear drum to blow out and I got vertigo for three weeks, he refused to take me to the hospital, this isn't the first slap either or the first hit.
Forward to February, I find cum stained shirts I asked my friend and he even said what it was, I confronted him about it and his response was it was Butter Milk, I knew well that Butter milk wouldn't of stained a shirt like that.
Forward to April, I thought we were okay but I was wrong, he was distant towards the end of the month, and I just kept begging him to respect me, to love me, and treat me right and I was just being ignored.
In May I saw his smart watch and I go through it, there were five different numbers and he was sexting these women during the times us being together when I would be asleep, or at work, even when I was in pain from suffering from sciatica. I called him that night as he was at work and the look on his face was like he was so tired of me. I was crying begging why would you do this you promised you wouldn't do this anymore. He said he had to go back to work and showed up at the house a couple mins later. I was crying on the floor and I asked why, he said the love for me died a while back and he said it with the coldest tone of voice. Keep in mind I was loyal to this person, loved him so much, and gave him my time, and attention. I would defend myself when he would come at me during a fight but never would abuse him. that was the day my heart broke but to find out it would break even more later that year.
I left to go be with my mom, with the kids in June. Towards the end of the month, I found out some girl was tagging him in relationship stuff over Facebook, I confronted her, and just said they were "JUST FRIENDS" I knew that was a lie, Her ex contacted me and told me she was in MY apartment, she claimed she didn't know it was bullshit. Me and her ex confronted my ex and he was just trying to call me left and right, making shit up about her.
I went back home a day later to confront him. I begged him to stop this shit with her but he was entertaining her and leading her on, He wouldn't stop and I was crying and told him to please block her. We argued for a couple good mins, he was threatening me he would end his life. Then I knew he turned around as I was facing him, He slapped me across the face. I got hit in the face over this girl. he left for a couple mins, and this girl messages me and tells me I deserved it because I scratched him in the face, Reason I did that was this person pinned me down and was manhandling me and I wanted him to stop. She was so two-faced, whore, and a homewrecker.
After all this chaos, CPS was involved and my kids told them he was the one that slapped me and was labeled as the perpetrator and was forced to leave, I kicked him out of the apartment a month later because of this chick. He was begging my brother and his bf to talk to me not to kick him out and he was scared.
I tried to move on and he would make me feel like shit for it. But I still tried anyway but found out I couldn't date anyone and I was still wanting him back. I wanted him to come back and fix it but he didn't. He went about his life and messed around with other people and had girlfriends, but still messing with my mind over shit. I don't know why I wanted him back but I did.
Flash forward to me moving out of the apartment in December, and I get a call from his first Baby Mama. She opens up and tells me so much shit about him and that he was making me sound like this bad person when it was the other way around. Then tells me this chick this person who was so eager to take him, was pregnant and pinned it on my ex. He tells me He did not know, but he knew and they had the baby which looks nothing like him at all. Then on Fb, they put they had been engaged since April of 2022?
we were together then and she was with some other guy.
This is my story and it still goes on and it's fucked up. I didn't deserve any of this and I am still having a hard time.
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bisexualnamjoonie · 1 year ago
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I absolutely agree with you about 3D. It's another medicore song by JK, just like Seven. I don't know how much it's his idea and how much it's just producers but it's not possible that he doesn't know what his own song is about. Come on. I see that people still look for excuses like he wasn't aware. I actually thought long time ago that he's got typical. sexist white boy's mindset. His behaviour and style and the way he talks reminds me those fukboys from tinder that I used to talk to. He's not fluffy, sweet boy. When I saw him smoking on that video, I felt he was exavtly in his ,,authentic energy''. It's obvious that korean idols are sexist and racist.
oh yeah no it definitely isn't. he's an adult, at first (bf seven came out i mean) i wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt but at this point pretending he isn't part of the problem and responsible for his own choices is infantilizing. it's not hybes doing, he's making his own choices and he should be held accountable for them.
i am so tired of armys trying to excuse him or pretend like he's a perfect little baby star candy. his fans need to stop treating him like a child. he's an adult man who like any other human being will do/say things that are not okay. the problem here is that he and hybe are supposed to know better. because he has ppl whose work is supposed to be telling him "this is not fine/will not be alright with the public". like i expected NOTHING from this song so the fact that they managed to do even worse than my non existent expectations is baffling to me.
and idk about who he really is but yeah, it's not the first time i think he's being a major red flag lmao. the comparison with straight men on tinder feels on point, and im so sorry you had to experience that op 😩🤢
idk about all idols being more racist and sexist than anyone else, i think they're just another reflection of the society we live in. but it's true that bc men idols are put in a position where women (especially younger ones) throw themselves at them they'll be in a position to abuse that power, so like any other men in those fields they're likely to abusers (but in my opinion not as much as men who work behind the scene like producers or CEOs. cuz they don't have to deal with the spotlight and have more decisional power than any idol could ever have).
racism in South Korea is a complex issue, i don't feel qualified talking about it since im not eastern asian and even if im poc, i was raised in a western country and don't want to be giving lessons ���� but anyways in 3d specifically the racism comes from the white man so, you know, who's surprised there certainly not me 🤷
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jewishbarbies · 2 years ago
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Hey it's me (the bf asker) again. Thanks for the advice but it's not the case of him not understanding my view point. He himself doesn't like her, he has told me she abused him as a child. that's why we lived in a completely different city and very rarely met but after his father's aka her husband's death, she is having a really tough time and is completely alone so he is just trying to fulfil his duty of being a responsible son by taking care of her. In fact on most days he wakes up before her to cook breakfast and then says that i cooked it and stuff like that to accomodate her albeit sexist demands but not actually putting any pressure on me. She is overstepping his boundaries too and when he tries to say something she starts crying and brings up her husband and her sacrifices and what not. He IS trying his best and do love him, really really love him so I don't want to put any more pressure on him than he already has but this is a situation that i think should still be dealt with and i just don't know how.
oof okay he definitely needs to tell his mother he’ll go no contact with her if she continues to be disrespectful. because if he’s also upset by her crossing his boundaries as well, this is something he needs to do and stand up for himself. I know what it’s like to have conservative abusive parents and I know that’s probably a terrifying thing to think about for him. but that’s no way to live. if anything maybe he could use her conservative, sexist mentality against her and say as long as she’s in HIS house she’ll love by HIS rules as the man of the house? that might seem less intimidating for him. you both deserve better than having to deal with that.
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aita-tic-tac-bf · 9 months ago
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Hey I’ve been reading the responses and I just want to clarify some things and maybe add some additional context
- my ex bf isn’t like a crazy abusive asshole, part of why I think he reacted the way he did is because of cultural differences and expectations we had in our relationship. He was very much the dating to marry type and I was not nearly as serious, and in his culture it is more expected for spouses to share everything. He said that people in serious relationships don’t really have mine and yours but only ours. This was part of the argument we had while waiting for the bus and I argued that didn’t seem fair and it’s not like we’re married.
- big part of why he reacted that way was his ex gf before he immigrated cheated on him after he was trying to marry her and he wasn’t completely over her when we started dating. his ex would never have acted the way I did about the tic tacs and it was a wake up call to him that I wasn’t her. He has admitted this to me after our breakup and apologized because it was shitty.
- I maybe misphrased the drink thing. He’d ask for a sip sometimes and then not give the drink back after I asked for it back which was annoying but he also would occasionally buy me a drink or offer me a sip. Mostly tho when I bought myself one he would try to steal it and wouldn’t give it back right away. It was mostly in like a playful way but it did make me feel like he didn’t really respect my belongings.
- I could not tell him about the significance of the tic tacs being from my first pride parade bc he was kinda confused about like queer culture (not homophobic but like it was really not talked about where he was from and kinda taboo). He was cool with me being bi and going to the parade but didn’t really.. get it
Also I didn’t include all of this in the original post bc it’s a lot and mostly not relevant to whether I’m an asshole for withholding tickets tacs (at least I don’t think this is relevant) but also he’s not a terrible person for taking it the way he did
AITA for not sharing my tic tacs
This sounds ridiculous plus please bear with me. I (22f at the time) and my then bf (22m) used to work together in a warehouse and then we’d take the same bus home after work but he would get off and transfer to a different bus after a couple stops to get to his home.
One day while we were waiting for the bus and it was taking a while he said he was hungry as he had forgotten his lunch at home (warehouse work is kinda physical so it’s def important to eat during the day). He had gotten something from the vending machine during break but not really enough to be filling. I had just taken out a box of tic tacs and put a couple in my mouth before he said this. He asked if he could have a few and I said yea sure. Then he asked if he could eat all of them and I said no, just have a few.
He was upset by this saying we’re dating so we should share things. I said there’s no reason to eat the entire box of tic tacs because they won’t help you feel full so it’s just a waste to eat them all at once instead of savouring them. We argued about this for a little while before he dropped it. His friend was sitting next to us but not saying anything if that’s important.
He got quiet when we got on the bus and instead of sitting next to me like he normally does he sat a few seats away (we were at the back most seat of the bus where it’s like 5 in a line and I sat by one window and he sat by the opposite window). I moved next to him but left a seat between us and asked him what was wrong, he just said nothing and didn’t want to talk really. He said bye and got off at his normal stop but I was kinda confused still why he was so upset over tic tacs.
For added context, I’m bisexual and I got those tic tacs at the first ever pride parade I had attended earlier that month so I was kinda trying to make them last for as long as possible but he didn’t really understand their significance to me.
Also, sometimes I would by a drink from the vending machine at work before walking to the bus stop and he’d always want a sip, but sometimes he’d just grab it and not give it back (kinda in a teasing way but also just annoying).
Also this happened almost two years ago now and we broke up right after this (because of this) but are still friends.
I just want to know, was I the asshole for not giving him all of my tic tacs when he was hungry even tho it wouldn’t have really satisfied him, or was I not because they’re mine and they were somewhat significant to me and it felt like he just expected me to share.
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vedette-venti · 2 years ago
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this post is for future vedette if she ever second guesses herself. check diary for more info.
i broke up with my bf of 3.5 years, but i don’t feel like i’ve made a mistake. there was really bad communication and i had did a lot of the emotional labor in the relationship (enduring his feelings and enduring my own in situations i thought i was tense/anxiety inducing) with what felt like little to no reassurance. in addition, he didn’t really listen to me.
he wasn’t familiar on how to be reassuring or kind for a long time. however he sure was blaming, emotionally unstable, verbally abusive and emotionally invalidating for longer.
there was definitely was an anxious/avoidant attachment between us and i was the only one who acknowledged it even after i had brought it up to him.
it was telling that he would yield or stop when i said “no,” in sexual situations, but seemingly struggled to listen outside of that when he deemed it harmless.
i said i didn’t want bread and he gives it to me anyway.
i asked him to not put certain games in my PS4 library. he did anyway because it ‘didn’t take up space.’ he did it again a couple months later because he didn’t understand when i said “no i don’t want it,” that THAT was reason enough.
it was telling when i would open up to him about things that were bothering me within our relationship and be met with/have been met with:
i’m not even thinking about that
you’re the only one thinking about that
you’re too soft/sensitive/emotional/a coward
arguably i have it worse than you
you know, you start most of our arguments
i don’t need this right now
what are you even talking about ?
that’s not a big deal
other couples have it worse
i didn’t say that. stop putting words in my mouth (when he indeed said that. don’t misunderstand, sometimes i did put words in his mouth and i own that)
[insert an antagonizing statement that emphasizes or points out that i’m the reason he’s miserable/sad/or haven’t been happy as of late]
you think you’re the only one affected by this ? (knowing he wouldn’t have brought up the topic otherwise cause he’s avoidant mixed with too much optimism)
please keep in mind he said this with the attempt to get me to stop being sad cause he felt like i was killing his positive vibe or ‘killing him’ by being overly emotional. he’d rather say those things than recognize and work with me and our relationship issues.
he wasn’t the most supportive initially when i was diagnosed with BPD and OCPD and when i had started taking birth control pills for possible endometrioma (haven’t gotten surgery to see if it’s cancerous or not). from what i was understanding, he didn’t like i was diagnosed with an emotional disorder and i was taking pills cause it maybe reminded him of him family members that are schizophrenic. i understand where the anxiety is stemming from but, don’t project that on to me.
when my ex best friend (my first real long term friend) came back into my life after a traumatic situation that transpired between us 2 years prior, i went to him looking for some support while i figured out if i wanted to tell her no or silently cut her off. he misunderstood me, thought i was trying to be friends with her again and proceeded to threaten to break up me based on that misunderstanding. i was definitely traumatized doubly after this and i can’t even look at her name, online users, parents and pictures without some form of a ptsd response.
my mom was adamant for about 2.5 years about how she didn’t think he was the one God had for me (spoiler alert: she was right) and he was fed up of hearing it from me and called my mom a bitch. he apologized, but he’s 5 years older than me. he should know better.
it was telling that when i told him “hey i feel like i’ve been alone carrying the emotionality of this relationship and here’s how” to describe a reason on why i want to break up and he proceeded to go back to what he could understand instead of listening and trying to comprehend what i was trying to express. then he’d became confused cause he “didn’t know what i was talking about,” and “it was so left field it had to have came from a specific person or event.”
he was also insistent that someone planted the idea of a break up in my head when i already had strongly confirmed that it’s been an on-and-off idea for about half a year now cause of how turbulent the relationship had been on my side for so long and i was running out of steam waiting for a change (which you shouldn’t really do.)
i get he was trying, but it doesn’t negate the damage that was done. especially when not much was done to remedy it in hindsight. i could be selectively remembering things, but i doubt i’m doing it. he has said sorry for a lot of these things, but why does more bad behaviors follow ? i haven’t put a couple of the worse ones, in my opinion, in here.
i don’t think he’s a bad person. i’m choosing to believe he’s a hurt person hurting other people. however, some things that were done to me were cruel and it fucked me up. that needs to be acknowledged and not downplayed. i’m in therapy for the things listed above and more.
i have to admit that i’m not a suicidal person, but during the first 2 years of our relationship, i was abnormally suicidal due to the things i mentioned above more than i ever was in my life.
i should also mention that he exhibited a lot of controlling behaviors even leading up to the break up. this led me to tell him “you gotta let people tell on themselves. if you or i want to have sex with people within the next 6 months, that is not either of our business. just take it for what it is and move on.” he wanted us to not have sex for at least 6 months and i was not about to be controlled cause he didn’t want to be hurt. he is going to have to be a man and suck this up.
but i am irritated that there was a kind of gaslighting/manipulation that truly made me feel i was being dramatic over the stuff above that actually made me feel horrible and then felt like i had to deal with it myself cause i knew i couldn’t just “talk to him,” like he said i could. i already had tried multiple times in a lot of these situations that i couldn’t seem to move on from. in almost all of these tries i wasn’t met with kindness or understanding/comprehension for what was bothering me.
alternatively, i was often met with some form of the narcissist prayer, gaslighting, blaming, him being abducted emotionally and taking it out on me, frustration for me being hurt a lot by his words, verbal abuse (yelling in one case), emotional invalidation, name calling, being interrupted and told how to feel or experiencing the oppression olympics (“i’ve arguably had it worse than you.”)
i am very embarrassed that i’ve endured this treatment because i wasn’t completely taught to accept all this. i am also extremely disturbed by his lack of awareness of how deeply he had hurt me and made endless attempts to move on and guilt me into ‘forgiving’ him. however, im slightly relieved to be out of it. yeah i still care about him, but he will have to move on without me with these behaviors. praying he does find out first hand the emotional hell he had put me through solely just so he can go through a positive change.
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