#Family problems

[diasslim]

Hello! I'm so happy to have more new writers?! 🎉

can the reader be hailie's mother? and the reader's family doesn't like Marshall and try to exclude him from readers and hailie (hailie may have just been born or about 1-2 years old)

Thank you✨

A/N: Hope you like it!

Warning: Angst; slight swearing!

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Since you met Marshall, your family never really liked him, but when you showed up pregnant just some years after finishing high school they went crazy.

As soon as you two could you two got married. Both of you were working all day to have some rent, since your familly won't help you if you didn't divorce him, and his mother? Well, it's complicated, even if she liked you.

The months passed quickly, your belly growing big as your fatigue. You quit your full time job to work as a cleaner on a restaurant near your house. Of course your parents didn't like the fact you were working while carrying a baby, they thought that Marshall should be able to pay for everything alone.

And when he kept going for rap battles, wanting to make hip hop his career? You could see the disgust on their faces when they came to visit you.

Halie was born at Christmas. The most perfect gift you could have been given. And when he hold her you knew it was the best gift for him also.

For the first time in years your parents didn't make Marshall's and yours relationship a problem. They were just focused on you and the cute baby on his arms.

The things you would do for it staying like this. You thought Halie would be the glue to stick the family together. Oh, you're so wrong! It just got worse.

They would come in the house and starts random fights, waking the baby and making her cry, they would insult Marshall and his music, one time your father even called you a hoe.

"Say that shit again!"

Marshall yelled to your father as he gor infront of you and crying Halie on your arms. You mother held your father by his arm, begging for him to stop insulting you.

"I will! You're a shit hoe! You were not raised like that!"

It was just two seconds to your dad be on the floor because Marshall punched him on the nose. You mom let out a scream as Halie would cry even more louder.

You couldn't move. Your arms embraced Halie even tightly. You would faint. Your heartbeat is getting too fast or too slow? You couldn't tell if you were dreaming or this is the horrible reality you were facing.

"Please stop! (F/N)! Please, stop..."

Your mother yelled and looked at you, then at Marshall, then back at you. She was shaking. Is she afraid? Is she anxious? What the fuck is happening?

"The both of you are two fucking crying bitches!"

Your fathee got up and spit on the Marshall's feet, getting out in a rude manner as he almost breaks the door. You sigh in relief. You kneeled down letting Halie on the floor as her legs are shaking.

"Mama..."

You close your eyes, trying to ignore everything around you. But you felt skinny shaking arms embracing you quickly and a soft kiss on your forehead. Your mother didn't like Marshall, neither your choices, but she will be forever your mother.

You just opened your eyes when Marshall sat by your side, embracing you and Halie in a tight hug. Halie let go of you and hugged her dad tightly, allowing you to cry on his chest as you think about everything that just happened.

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[salembehindbars]

The unfortunate truth is that my anger as a daughter far outweighs my empathy as a fellow woman.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Do you have any family problems that could make a strained relationship? like distant family but actually blood-related

Family Issues

competition and jealousy between family members

very different lifestyles

different world and political views

different views on morality and spirituality

communication issues, misunderstandings, not listening to each other

issues with the partner of a family member

high expectations that are not being met

caregiver stress when caring and supporting family members, maybe grandparent they are both related to

divorce or separation within the family

generational differences

abuse from family members, physical or emotional

housing issues, living with extended family

addiction of a family member to substances, gambling, etc.

feeling entitled to another family member's money, space, time, just because they are related

Hope this helps!

- Jana

[silentplantt]

Heal before having children so your children don't have to heal from having you as a parent

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[yourlocalbadgerscales]

It’s strange, the comfort I find in those two words

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

I type them out again and again

And I feel a strange sense of relief

Followed by dread, because is this what it means

To fall into a pit that’s too dark and deep

To ever get out of?

And so I send it again

And I utter the two words, out loud or in my head

I’m sorry

And in a way it’s strange

Because it’s easier now than it ever was then

When I was ten and being yelled at

Seven and given the silent treatment

Eight, receiving worse than both these combined

As a kind of well-deserved punishment for never being able to say

I’m sorry

I’m sorry, Ma, for not sounding convincing

I’m sorry, Pa, for crying crocodile tears

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, for not speaking loud enough

Sorry for talking back

Sorry for not meaning it as I was screaming it

Sorry for only feeling it, always keeping it

To myself

Sorry that I couldn’t make you believe in it

Now I’m preaching it

On my knees in front of my friends

Can’t see the horror on their faces, my vision is filled with

Tears

And flooded with “I’m sorry”s

I drown in them, find comfort in them

Breathe them in and breathe them out

Close my eyes and feel them

Open them and kneel by them

Praying, and the words spilt over my lips are

I’m sorry

Sorry is all I am

And all I know is how to be sorry

In silence

[evetronia]

All the angst I’m posting here would go on my TikTok but my homophobic family monitors it.

[not-aurii]

Uncle Iroh: You need to think things through, Prince Zuko!

Also Uncle Iroh: *makes tea from a deadly poisonous plant while they're fugitives from the fire nation, then proceeds to consider making another food-gamble with an antidote/deadly poison berry to heal the first poison*

I swear stupidity just runs in the family

[madthehatter]

I don't know how to exist. I don't know how to live.

[autismisthebest]

I don’t want to be a disappointment anymore

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

So I accidentally deleted this request but I have written it so sorry to whoever wrote it.

Request : Okok, Teen!Male!reader x Spencer Ried (platonic obvs) when reader ends up getting mixed up a crime/murder in the drug scene. They aren't the unsub but they struggle with addiction and has an ally cat type attitude so it makes it difficult to get any information out of him. Spencer is like a father figure and they start to get close, helping reader through out the case/ recovery.

I love this idea

Third person pov...

Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan arrive on scene, there is a serial killer runnng around kidnapping upstanding people then killing people by overdosing them on different drugs.

The latest victim was a mother with two children under the ages of 10, with no history of drug use she is currently the 5th victim, where they found her was in a dumpster in ohio.

"Looks like the rest of the victims" Says Derek as he kneels next to the body of Samantha Doyle. Spencer nods and looks around the scene. "As well as the dump site, he threw her away like trash." He says, as he looks he notices a boy looking no older then 15 being talked to by the police.

Confused Spence leaves Morgan and walks over to one of the police officers. "Hey excuse me, whats he doing here?" He asks nodding over at the boy and officer.

The office next to him looks over. "Oh yeah him, he's been hanging around sayin' he saw something. Don't bother with 'im he's an addict got loads of them here" he tells the agent, Spencer thanks the man but doesn't take his eyes of the teen.

The officer just sighs and leaves the boy, he was watching with intense curiosity. The boy had messy hair and dark circles under his eyes, giving the impression of a troubled soul.

Spencer's mind immediately went into profiling mode, trying to figure out the boy's story, he walked over to the boy and introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Dr. Spencer Reid. And you are?"

The young man shrugged his shoulders tapping his hand nervously. "Y/N" he says bearly over a mumble but Spencer hears him. "Well Y/N, did you see anything here?" He asked.

The young detective immediately noticed the troubled look in (Y/n)'s eyes, and he could see the fear and guilt written all over his face.

Spencer's empathetic nature kicked in, and he knew that there was more to this young man than meets the eye.

(Y/n) was like a wounded alley cat, always on edge and unwilling to trust anyone. The 15 year old didn't say anything. "How about you come to the station to talk" Says the genius.

Y/N thinks before nodding, either way they were going to make him talk might as well get it over with, soon the boy is sat in the back of thr SUV with two Agents.

They try and talk to him more but only get a few words out bef they take him to the interrogation room to talk, as Y/N sits and waits he thinks over his life.

He's been hooked on drugs since he was 12 when he was 10 his Mother died leaving him with his abusive Father, he would kick little Y/N around all day until the boy finally turned to drugs to dull the pain.

It's worked all those years and he's hooked, finally when he was 14 he ran away and had beeb living on the streets, pick pocketing people who walk past him.

He met many different people throughout the last year, not many of them were nice most were arsehole and criminals, but last night traumatised him.

He was in his usual place counting the money he managed to pick pocket of some people, when he heard something. He saw a guy dressed in dark clothes throughing something in the dumpster.

Y/N didn't bother with it, but he got curious and stuck behind a dumpster and got a pretty good look at what was happening, his E/C eyes widened in shock.

It was a body, the man was throwing her into the dumpster, Y/N ducks into the darkness when the guy turns around, he gets a good look at his face before he leaves in a truck.

It was to dark to see the number plate, Y/N walks closer to the body, her lifeless eyes stare into his dark tired ones, she looked alot like his Mother.

Shivering he closed her eyes and left to go back to his place where he sleeps and tried to forget what he saw.

The door to the room opens bringing the teen back into the real world, Spencer had told everyone to stay there thay he would handle it.

He closed the door and sat in the chair oppos the boy, Y/N wasnt ha dcuffed and coukd ove but didn't he kept sat down.

Spencer decis to take a different approach, he reaches into his pocket and takes out a pack of cards.

"Mind if I play a game of solitaire?" Spencer asked, trying to lighten the mood To his surprise, the young man slowly reached out and took the cards. As they played, Spencer asked more questions, trying to get some information about the crime and the drug scene in the area.

As he played Y/N became a little more reaced but was still on guard and keeping Spencer at arms lengt.

Y/N still didn't reveal much, but Spencer could tell he was holding back. He also noticed the subtle tremors in Y/Ns hands and the needle marks on his arm.

He soon realized that Y/N was not the unsub, but rather a lost soul struggling with addiction and trauma, this brought him back to when he was addicted to delaudid.

After a few games Y/N began opening up about what he sawast night, he told him everything he remembered, this helped the team alot tk catch the bastard.

Throughout the case Without judgment, Spencer offered to help Y/N get clean and get out of the dangerous world of drugs. With the help of Y/N the team manages to catch the killer sooner than they had hoped.

As the case progressed, Spencer and the H/C teen grew closer. They spent long nights talking and playing cards, and Spencer could see the potential in the young man. He was intelligent and quick-witted, but his addiction was holding him back.

Y/N was also hesitant to trust anyone, but he slowly opened up to Spencer, after having an awful relationship with his bio father seeing him Spencer as a father figure scared him, Spence became more invested in the teens recovery and helping him turn his life around.

With the help of the team, they were able to track down the murder suspect, Y/N even played a crucial role in gathering information, using his 'alley cat attitude' to his advantage.

As the case came to a close, Spencer and Y/N celebrated with a game of cards and a heartfelt conversation. Y/N thanked Spencer for his help and guidance, and Spencer promised to always be there for him.

From that day on, Y/N focused on his recovery with the support of his new family at the BAU. He still had his struggles, but with Spencer by his side, he knew he could overcome them.

Spencer, on the other hand, learned a valuable lesson about not judging a book by its cover. Y/N may have been mixed up in the drug scene, but he was more than just an addict. He was a survivor.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, slowly getting through these requests. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1312

[tapiokauwu]

It doesn't matter if it's something serious or the things I like, no one listens.

My mom started talking with my brother and my dad walked away into another room while I was telling them about something.

They always do that, who am I talking to?

Then I go back to my room because of course I'm pissed and I hear my mom saying that no one listens to her too so she should be angry too, when she was having a conversation with the rest of the family 2 minutes ago and everyone was clearly listening and laughing with her... why can't she stop playing the victim for once?

It happens all the time, so I have the right to be angry about it. "We care about you" but then they don't listen to a word I say no matter what the subject is.

[salembehindbars]

I kinda want to be someone else right now.

[ghosty-dsmp]

Why am i still up? No idea (its 1 am) but i jeeo overthinking

I hate my mom, why does she need to be so mean and she is a narcissistic bitch too, everything has ti be about her bla bla bla, she such a bitch :(

I also hate my dad, why does he only care about my brothers (half brothers and they are both adults btw) he always ignore me and is a alcoholic asshole

At least i have my big sister jess, she is the only kind one in my while family, she spoil me and is practically rich, but she only spoils me cause im a "girl" and cause apparently i remind her of her, if she would find kut that im trans, she would kill me so bad, she is literally the definitely of lgbt without the t, she hate trans people even tho SHE'S A LESBIAN AND TOMBOY, omg why is my family kinda bad. :(

[silentplantt]

Parents cause their kids so much hurt but don't realize how much that pain stays & develops with them & pretty much defines who they become.

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I want someone who will sit on a rooftop with me at 2am, and tell me their favorite songs and their family problems, and how they feel about true love and flowers.