#narcisitic mother

[cybernightwanderer]

2023

And my mother still forces me to parent my brother....

#depression #suicide #anxiety #trauma #ptsd #abuse #abusive mother #narcisistic brother #narcisitic mother #domestic abuse #domestic violence

[sonhador-falecido]

Im always in question if I really love my parents or if i just sympathise them. They're just ppl who suffered and didnt had the strenght to be diferent, and everyday they make sure we will absorve all the pain they had.

I want to love my mother, I really want. But she makes my life a hell, she makes me want to kill myself. But when I look to her I see loneliness, sorrow, pain. She just dont want to be alone and because of that she hold a barbwire collar on her children.

My mind say to love her, but my heart already hate her from such a long, long time.

#narcisistic parent #narcisitic mother #toxic mom #toxic parents #i feel like im a wandering corpse since 8 and cant fix it anymore #abusive parents

[mritzstiefels]

too much information but

#today i was talking to my therapist about the health insurance thing and she finally said that my mother is a narcisit and oof #i feel so much better being validated #i always tought that but no one never confirmed it #anyways im still fucked but at least i know this is not my problem to solve

[fantastic-fantasy-fanfics]

I HAVE ISSUES (Part 16- Finale)

Series summary: Lance has always been an asshole.  Womanizer, alcoholic, narcisitic, you name it, that’s Lance.  But the question is… why?

A/N: Last chapter my friends, after this, I’m no longer writing

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count: 504

Summary: It’s been a couple months since Lance finally cut Kathy out of his life- now that she’s gone, he’s recovered enough for the next step.

Warnings: mentions of abusive parent, mentions of TMZ being annoying

part 15

(GIF not mine)

It had taken a couple days, but Lance finally got the stench of his mother off of him.  He had regained all his progress from therapy again, he was seeing Dinah regularly again, he was taking care of himself again- he was much happier now.  He even got a bigger pride flag just to spite her, even though she’d never see it.

What was even funnier was, now that Kathy got a piece of his mind, he gave the press an even bigger piece.  He was purposefully and unapologetically bi on social media- Freddie Mercury and David Bowie type bi.  TMZ hated it, but his followers and students were so proud of him!

He had also finally cut all ties with Kathy.  He blocked her IP address so she couldn’t email him, blocked her number, and blocked her on all social media.  Kathy was nothing but a bad memory now.  He hadn’t thrown away pictures, mainly because many of the photos of Kathy in them were his cute baby pictures.  So you both opted to scribble out her face in every photo.  It was a fun mental cleanse/ couples bonding activity.

“Here you go, darling,” you grinned, setting a plate of sausage and eggs in front of him as you kissed into his hair.

He grinned the cutest little smile, immediately digging in, like a toddler with chocolate birthday cake.  “Thank you,” he said through his third mouthful.

“Hungry?” you chuckled, grabbing the morning paper to read the editorial, “you’ve already eaten two bowls of fruit already,”

“Just nervous… and hungry,” he shrugged

“Nervous for what?” you asked.  There was no tournament?  Was there a talent exhibition one of the girls was in?  You didn’t think so.  

“Just… things… busy gymnast life, y’know?” he said, awkwardly sipping at his apple juice

You just shrugged and rolled your eyes playfully.  “You’re cute, but you’re not good at keeping secrets.

He gave you a quizzical look as he ate another sausage link, “se...crets?” he questioned. “You left the ring box on the bathroom counter,” you chuckled

Lance searched his pockets to see if she was right.  Joke’s on him, you’re always right.  “Damnit,” he sighed, “it was supposed to be a surprise…”.

“It was a surprise,” you grinned leaning over the table to kiss his nose, “no girl expects to see a two karat diamond ring sitting in the bathroom when she’s trying to take a wiz,”.

He laughed.  “Should I go get it?” he flushed, very embarrassed.

“Doesn’t really matter, I’m already wearing it and my answer is already ‘hell yes’” you smirked, showing off your decorated left hand.

Lance just cupped your face and kissed you.  “You’ve made me into a better man…” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.

“That progress was all you, sweetheart, I only gave you a push,” you replied, booping his nose, making his face adorably scrunch up.

“Well you inspired me to be good- the only truly positive force on my life,” he grinned, “I love you,”

TAGLIST:

@buckyshattergirl @joannie95 @forever1313 @marie-is-in-the-dark @lookwhatyoumademequeue @nerdy-bookworm-1998 @heladoom

#lance #lance tucker #lance x reader #lance tucker x reader #plussize!reader #lance x plussize!reader #lance tucker x plussize!reader #the bronze (2015) #sebastian stan #i have issues series #ihi #fantastic-fantasy-fanfics

[cybernightwanderer]

I havent been writting in a while...

Mostly because i just give up, there's nobody out there that will listen, there's nobody out there that can comfort me or even save me from this hell.... Ive tried to stop myself from writting because its pointless and nobody cares... But i want to write today, just because i feel too alone, and i just want to pretend that theres someone out there actually listening. Everything has been the same as always and what im gonna say is repetitive... Today i woke up, i went to clean the kicthen per her order, i cleaned the cabinets and the wall, i was washing the dishes after, and now the floor. As i am cleaning the floor, i noticed there's way too many trash bags, 2 really full trash bags, and knowing that he hasnt been taking them, and its been so tiresome. I go to the living room where she is sitting reading her magazine, and i ask her " are you gonna tell him to take out the trash? ", she turns to me and says " no ", calmly i ask her " why not ? " And this bitch goes " well its a really full bag, and it might break, hes not gonna take the trash with the recicling bags so just leave it " , meaning that his fucking princess wont be bothered to take out the trash but I HAVE TO..... I dont know wether to kill them or kill myself anymore...the fucking anger... Im so angry right now... i busted my face in anger as punishment for havingto deal with this ,because i cant do anything about this situation,.. I cant deal with this slaving shit..i wanna die...

#depression #suicide #anxiety #ptsd #trauma #narcisitic mother #narcisistic brother #domestic abuse #domestic violence #abuse #abusive mother

[cybernightwanderer]

Victim complex in little things yay, love it

The lenghts this woman will go to controll me and to ruin my mental health. So my brother keeps the tv on all night at a pretty high volume, and his room is right next to hers. But she never says a word or complains about the noise. If i go to the bathroom in the midle of the night, or go get a tea, very very tip toe. She will complain. I stopped being on calls and late night game sessions with my friend, even if i whisper, so i wouldnt get yelled at all the time, but again my brother has the tv pretty loud whole night. I play early in the afternoon, she complains that i shouldnt be playing, who are the ppl that i am playing with? a "bunch of unemployed useless fucks"?. So i cant play early in the afternoon. So today i did the class projects, sent some resumes, took care of a few paintings, during the afternoon, 19 pm comes up. I join a session of a horror game, im on call with random ppl. She keeps coming in my room without knocking, claiming she wanted to mesure the drapes, keeps insisting on mesuring the drapes coz she wants to change them, even to i already asked 3 times to keep them and gave my really strong points on why. She looks at my screen and looks around. Eventually she leaves my room, after a few minutes she comes back to my room and now is talking about the oven, but keeps looking at my computer screen. I start to get annoyed and ask her to leave. After a bit, she comes back and with another random talk. I get up and stay in the midle of the hallway of the house, waiting, for whatever she wants to say... She says nothing, and as soon as i am about to enter my room she does that mouth noise, she does when shes about to say something. I stop, and i immediatly go to the living room, and calmly ask her " what? im sorry i couldnt hear you ? ", she then goes " oh i wasnt gonna say anything ", so i say " ok " and i go back to my room. At this point my anxiety is too strong, im just sitting in my chair, looking at the door.. waiting. One hour passes by, i manage to calm down, and i re-join the horror game match, since its a horror game, i tend to get overly excited and scared, a few jumpscares here and there that get me to scream. ITS 21PM AT NIGHT, AND SHE GOES IN MY ROOM COMPLAINING ABOUT THE NOISE, ASKING ME TO KEEP IT DOWN... I immediatly lose all my fun, and just give up on the game. This woman, who does a tremendous amount of noise in the morning, has verbal yelling fights with my brother, is telling me, to shut up, because she was on a call with my nephew...THAT FUCKING KID, HAS A GOLDEN SPOON UP HIS ASS, all my childhook i was treated like shit, and she treats this little fucker with so much love and respect, its amazing. Never in my childhood, did she ever even properly payed attention to me when speaking, she would always cut me off or make me feel dumb about the things that i liked. I go to the living room and i ask her why she did that, why she told me to be quiet when shes not even sleeping and she goes " because you are making too much noise, your nephew was asking who was yelling ".... So i tell her " it's not fair, i stopped being on call with ppl, i stopped playing games late at night, so at this hour is my last attempt to actually relax a bit " and she all of a suddent starts acting like a fucking victim "oh i cant say anything, im always the bad guy, im not gonna say anything anymore "

YEAH YOU FUCKING CANT YOU BITCH, I LITERALLY TOLD U I WAS TRYING TO RELAX AFTER CLASS AND ALL THE CLEANING I DID, AND SHE DOESNT LET ME FOR A FUCKING SECOND. YES YOU ARE THE FUCKING BAD GUY.

AND NOW I WENT TO THE BATHROOM AND MY BROTHERS TV IS AT MAX VOLUME WITH FUCKING TV SHOW NOISE, AND ITS 2 AM, AND SHE SAYS ABSOLUTLY FUCKING NOTHING.

NOT A WORDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

#suicide #depression #trauma #anxiety #toxic #ptsd #controlling #abusive mother #toxic mother #abuse #domestic violence #domestic abuse #narcisitic mother #narcisitic brother #narcisist #micro management

[cybernightwanderer]

" i have to take out the trash and my brother doesnt because hes working and im unemployed "

Ok, but what about all the way since my childhood, to teenage years, and also when i started working, until now?. What about when he was unemployed and i was working? or doing everything else? Was he still working then? I do everything else, shouldnt he at least take out the trash? My mom quotes " you are here living under my roof, and he has a job, so you are gonna take it, and not one more word about it "

" he has a job " .... Im unemployed right now. But what about when i was working 12/14h a day, 10+ days a week, and when id come home, id still have to wash all the acumulated dishes i didnt dirty, take out the trash when id get out or come back. Wash the kitchen and the bathoom and so on?? oh and the times you forced me to cook for my brother because you werent gonna be home that day. Cook for my brother? my older brother? who stays home all day?? who works 6h and then is home playing games all afternoon and hasnt even taken out the trash or wash his dishes???... Funny

#suicide #depression #anxiety #trauma #ptsd #toxic #abuse #domestic violence #domestic abuse #misoginy #narcisism #narcisitic mother #narcisistic brother #abusive mother #toxic mother #toxic brother #mental abuse #mental illness #toxic family #anger #injustice

[cybernightwanderer]

My brother is a great car salesman, he cashes other ppls money, and his only job is speaking pt 2

But anyways im deviating from what i wanna talk about. So the house is a mess, my mother is kind of a hoarder, and my brother WHO DOES NOTHING, NOT EVEN WASH HIS CLOTHES goes to her and gives her a whole rant on why she should fix the house and how he will pay for everything. Then tries to convince her to get a loan to wich i immediatly cut the conversation and tell her " dont do it " because i already know im the one who is gonna be stuck paying it if all goes wrong and he doesnt chip in like he says so. He gets mad at me during the conversation, speaks over me, and calls me a few names followed by " you really like the sound of your own voice dont you " at this point im like??? That whole hour was him yelling at my mom calling her lazy and dirty because the house is disgusting and it should be fixed right away. And that was the only moment i actually said a word. Oh and a nice detail from her is that " nobody helps her at the house " / " nobody cleans anything " , ok then i guess i should stop doing the cleaning that i already do? since im not doing anything right? Skipping on all the drama ( screaming , same conversation over and over again ). He manages to convince my mother, so she comes to me for advice. And by experience on how many times my brother stole things and money from me, and in 2018/19 when he managed to trick me into helping him and hed pay me 300 euros ( i was unemployed at the time and desperate for money because of my moms threats ), he took advantage of that, i helped him, and when the time came, there was no money, and he even scolded me about even daring to ask. So as you see my brother is a raging scam artist. Now, my mom and me spent the whole week with construction apointments, it was exausting but it was done, she finally has a budget and list of things aproved to go, she gives the paper to my brother and he completly ditches it. Obviously the house fixing and money he said he would put in to fix the house ( wich honestly hes just waiting for my mom to die, and basicly decided to undeniably doi this to claim the house as his own when she dies - wich is irnonic because he lived and does again, never payed for anything or done anything - and i did )

Today i woke up, i decided to focus and do my course work for the day, because im a little behind coz they dont actually teatch shit. I was finally understanding what i was behind on, and as soon as i go to the bathroom she goes " come here, i need you to go and take out the trash, clean the bathroom, clean the kitchen, wash the disshes NOW ", i tell her calmly im just doing something ill do that in a bit" she speaks louder and angrier and says " Not later , go now" , so i completly dropped what i was doing, and just went to do all that " non cleaning " as she likes to label it, took me 2 hours at most, now im sitting here my hands are wrinkly from all the water, my back hurts, i smell like bleech, and im too tired to go back to the work that i was doing... And honestly already mentally drained because she keeps ordering me to do the things my brother refuses to. So i guess im gonna stay behind on the course.

#suicide #depression #anxiety #trauma #abuse #narcisitic mother #toxic #toxic mother #toxic family #mental illness #mental abuse #ptsd #mental disorder #narcisistic brother #abusive mother #mysoginy #mysoginistic mother #mysoginistic brother #domestic abuse #domestic violence

[cybernightwanderer]

My brother is a great car salesman, he cashes other ppls money, and his only job is speaking pt 1

So our house is very " damaged ", from years of lack of money, our older brother punching, kicking, throwing things around and destroying the house overall. The cleaning was usualy up to me ( dusting, sweaping, furniture cleaning , bathroom cleaning, kitchen cleaning + washing the dishes from all the meals from everyone , cleaning the floors, cleaning the walls, so on and so on ). And other reasons. Here's a specific detail, my brother never lifted his plate from the table, ever, when my mother would simply ask for him to put the table, it would turn into a war. And she instead of teatching him, " NO , you have to participate in this house, since you refuse to clean , you will do this " so my brother would go on a non stop rant on why he shouldnt and wont do it, calling my mother lazy. My mother would get tired and just give in to the precious little boys complaints. So who would have to do it you ask? Me. Yes, aside from everything that i already did, it had to be me. Oh and if i even complained or sighted i get threatned with phtsical violence, and if i shivered for too long in fear i would get slapped or beaten up, wich a lot of times i did. Specially because my brained started to reach in " fight or flight " but i instead would freeze in fear. Note : my brother was unemployed, would spend his days on the playstation, and wouldnt help out with anything, not even money. Me : working and studying, would have to come home and do all this, even before i was working and studying aswell btw ( and contributing with money ). Now, im not gonna be here giving all the examples possible of all the situations that i had to go throught because " my brother wouldnt do this or that ". Ocasionally my brother likes to act out as if he is the best person in the world, the most intelligent, he is above everything and everyone. And for a fact, he thinks hes the best person in this family. So sometimes he likes to judge, criticize and trash, give unsolicited opinion to other ppl in the family, telling what they should and shouldnt do. Something he learned from our mother and grandmother. It created a really big problem ( as always) 2 years ago or so when he came back to live at home, when i wasnt speaking to my mother ( because she was treating me more criticly as shit and i tried to kill myself to escape that, and he decided to comment on how lazy , unthrustworhy , basicly just trash talking about me to my mom and incentivating her to be even more volatile to me ,etc etc and the funny thing is i hadnt speaking in years to him at that point, so basicly it was like a stranger shit talking about me. I heard the conversations a few time, he spoke with such confidence, like he actually belive what he said to be the ultimate truth.

#depression #suicide #anxiety #trauma #abuse #narcisitic brother #narcisitic mother #abusive mother #mysoginy #mysoginistic brother #mysoginistic mother #toxic #toxic mother #toxic family #mental illness #mental abuse #ptsd #domestic abuse #domestic violence

[cybernightwanderer]

Idk wether to break something, or someones face.

This is how i left the dishes i cleaned after my dinner.

After the incident the other day, wich is something very reocurring, and im very, verrryyy tired of it. VERY TIRED. So i've been washing my own dishes and the kitchen in general, and on the note that i left him when he ate my food, i noted : "wash your own dishes, mom's not home and im not your slave." So i went to the kitchen a bit ago to wash my tea cup. And i saw this...

This motherfucker cant even fathom to scrape his butter knife... And he left it there, he couldnt just fucking wash it?? what it takes not even like a 1 minute to wash it. This motherfucker left the spoon there for me to wash it .... ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME????!!!! OMGGGGGG

Seriously ...

#toxic family #toxic #depression #suicide #toxic mother #trauma #mental illness #mental abuse #mental disorder #ptsd #anger #domestic violence #narcisitic brother #mysoginistic family #misogyny #mysoginistic brother #misogynistic mother

[cybernightwanderer]

Goes beyond his way to be a slacker.

My brother left his dirty dishes the other night in the kitchen, 2 plates a lot of tablewear and a few cups, and the tray, all dirty and with trash on it. I picked it all up and gathered it up in the tray and put it aside, and washed my own dishes. It stayed there for 3 days, today i woke up and went to the kicthen and noticed he mixed his dirty dishes with my mom's dishes from this morning in order for me not to be able to " run from it" ... i hate my brother, so much. Such fucking disgusting behaviour, i cant even , the amount of anger i have rn, i didnt even feel like eating breakfast anymore.... fucking hate this shit

#depression #suicide #anxiety #trauma #toxic #toxic mother #toxic family #mental illness #mental abuse #mental disorder #ptsd #anger #narcisitic brother #mysoginistic family #domestic violence #domestic abuse

[cybernightwanderer]

My mom left for " vacacions " for a week.

My mom left this morning for vacacions, wich basicly means vacacions for me, so i thought. Like i always let it be know, my brother doesnt cook his food, wash his dishes ( and everything related, scraping the plate of leftovers and putting the plate to wash etc ) He doesnt fucking wash his clothes or even fold them, he doesnt clean anything in the house even tho he messes everything a lot. Now, since its just the two of us home, idk where my brother got this but he assumed ill take my mothers " duties " to him. And in a way to avoid stressing out with him eating my food as always, i cooked him a few croquetes i bought, there was soup and there was rice for him, and i cooked for myself some vegan pasta without any seasoning. I hid the pasta in the back of the fridge and put his food in front. Now my brother is known to eat my food, but lately he has been under check because my mother noticed a couple of times i barely ate dinner ( and the whole hospital - dangerous low lvls of iron, she is " a bit concerned " in case i cant do house chores and such anymore for her obv ). Ive been with really bad insomnia and my monthly time is up, so it means a lot of cramps, barely being able to move, and bare minimum for me. So i made my meals for today and tomorrow and made his meal for today. I was about to fall asleep, but was having some bad flashbacks/memory surges from recent events, i was trying to calm myself down because i was reaching a panic attack, so i got up and decided to eat some fruit before 3 am, so i could still fall asleep before 4 ( in order not to screw up my sleeping schedule, that i literally fixed yesterday and it took me almost 3 months to fix and a lot of suffering ). Guess what i see when i go to the sink, all his dirty dishes from 2 days, that were hidden in his room and MY FUCKING PASTA BOX EMPTY.

YES, EMPTY.

This motherfucker, used my pasta as A SIDE DISH for the croquetes. He didnt eat the rice or the soup, he ate the croquetes and 2andhalf doses of unsalted pasta with mushrooms and corn......... I

CANT

FUCKING

DEAL

WITH

THIS

.... Obv i had a really bad panic attack, hit my fucking head again. Now it hurts, im dizzy, i cant sleep. And im so filled with rage.... I dont know how tomorrow im gonna manage to make food, and ill have to make for him extra or hell eat mine again... i cant i just wanna cry...

#suicide #depression #anxiety #toxic #toxic mother #trauma #toxic family #mental illness #mental abuse #mental disorder #anger #ptsd #domestic violence #abusive mother #narcisitic brother

[sonhador-falecido]

Living with narcisistic mother is like lose a piece of yourself every single day and die slowly

#narcisistic parent #amphibia #narcisitic mother #abusive parents #trauma #ptsd

[fantastic-fantasy-fanfics]

I HAVE ISSUES (Part 13)

Series summary: Lance has always been an asshole.  Womanizer, alcoholic, narcisitic, you name it, that’s Lance.  But the question is… why?

A/N: last series I’ll write guys, only a few chapters left

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count: 775

Summary: Kathy is digging down into Lance, so deep, he doesn’t seem to be himself...

Warnings: terrible parenting, Lance’s mom being a bitch, biphobia, teeny bit of homophobia, bad mental health, a lot of yelling, and insults thrown at the reader

Part 12

(GIF not mine)

“I’m sorry Lance…” you sighed, lying beside him in your big, king-sized mattress.

Lance had been so stressed with his mother around, even just for forty-eight hours of her being here.  He was exhausted by the end of the day and barely talked to you when it was just you two.

“I thought maybe we could impress your mom with all this… I didn’t really think about how she’d affect your mental state…” you apologized, genuinely wanting him to know that you were sorry.

“I forgive you.  It’s not entirely your fault anyway…” he replied, holding your hand that was rested on the freshly cleaned sheets, “I should’ve at least told you why I didn’t like her, instead of just vaguely insulting her…”.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you when she’s gone,” you said, cupping his cheek and kissing his forehead.  “Get some sleep, sweetheart, you need it,”.

Lance walked downstairs, stretching once he reached the bottom and giving a hearty yawn.  He felt good this morning.  He had gotten a full night’s rest, he had a nice hot shower, and he got a good morning kiss from you this morning.  With a soft grin on his face, he strolled into the living room to grab his magazine from the table.

“Lancey?” His mother called.  She didn’t sound mad, but she didn’t sound pleased either.  “What’s this?” She asked, pointing to the bi pride flag hung on the wall.

Oh fuck he forgot she was here.  Lance swallowed once he processed what she had asked.  This would not go down smoothly… “that’s a, Uh… bisexual… pride… flag…,” he admitted, trying not to choke on his fear.

Kathy tutted, taking a deep breath.  Who knew it was possible to breathe condescendingly?  “A what pride flag?” She asked.  It’s not that he didn’t hear him, she was just giving him a chance to change what he said.

“... bisexual…” Lance said in his smallest, quietest voice.

“Cmon Lance!” She cried, startling both you and your boyfriend, “I can handle you being gay; at least the media would like you, but BIsexual?  That’s just being indecisive…”.

Lance didn’t even retort, he just sat up, eerily calm, took his magazine, and marched back upstairs.  He was going to pretend this morning didn’t happen.  Maybe even pretend he didn’t exist.

You watched, mouth agape, unable to decide what to do.  “What the fuck was that?” you groaned at Kathy, flipping her off as you went upstairs to comfort your boyfriend.

You quietly approached the bedroom door, knocking on the door softly.  “Lance?  Baby?” you called gently, not wanting to startle or upset him further.

He only responded with a half-sob, half-groan.

“Darling, it’s me, Kathy is still downstairs… It’s just me,” you said, “we don’t have to talk about it, I just know you need someone right now,”.

“Go away!  I don’t need any damn hugs!” he shouted, throwing something at the door,  scaring you so badly you jumped away from the door with a shriek.

Lance hadn’t come out of his room all day, and you were really concerned.  You decided to clean up the house a bit, open some windows and light a few candles, just to clear the air and bring some literal and metaphorical light in. “Lance, you really need to come out…” you hummed, scared he’d yell at your or throw something again, “we’re going to see Dinah- I’ve told her about what’s going on and she really wants to see you to help...:”

“I cancelled my appointment,” he grumbled, the bed creaking from the other side of the door.

You didn’t know what to say.  “You… WHAT?!” you gasped, trying not to yell, “Lance, you can’t cancel your appointment!  Not this week!  You nnneeeeeedd to see Dinah!”.

“I’m fucking fine, bitch!  I’ll just see her next week, no need to get your panties in a bunch,” he scoffed, opening the door forcefully, startling you.

There were bags under his eyes, he was wearing his oldest, grossest clothes, his hair was messy again, and his nails were bit down to the nub.  Tell tale signs he was coping badly.  That’s what Dinah even told him!

“Lance, you’re a mess…” you whispered, feeling so bad for him.  What was he spiraling into?  “Lance, c’mon baby, let’s get you cleaned up and out of the house…” you said softly, putting your hand on his arm to guide him to the bathroom.

He scowled at you, fighting out of your grip.  “Let go!  Geez, stop nagging…” he whined, ripping away from you.

“Lance!  Sweetheart!” he slammed the door back in your face, flopping back down in bed.

TAGLIST:

@buckyshattergirl @joannie95 @forever1313 @marie-is-in-the-dark @lookwhatyoumademequeue @nerdy-bookworm-1998

#Lance tucker #lance #the bronze #sebastian stan #lance x reader #lance tucker x reader #plussize!reader #lance x plussize!reader #lance tucker x plussize!reader #i have issues series #ihi #triple f #fantastic-fantasy-fanfics

[fantastic-fantasy-fanfics]

I HAVE ISSUES (Part 15)

Series summary: Lance has always been an asshole.  Womanizer, alcoholic, narcisitic, you name it, that’s Lance.  But the question is… why?

A/N: almost done guys, it’s been fun <3

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count: 510

Summary: Kathy’s reign of terror is over!  But it’s shocking to find out how it started...

Warnings: mentions of abuse (physical and emotional)

part 14

(GIF not mine)

You slowly made your way down the stairs to the living room where Kathy was.  There was a single light on, giving the room an eerie yellow glow- almost like Kathy was a slimy serpent in her lair.  Were you nervous to confront her?  Yes.  She insulted and demeaned you, and would most likely not listen to you.  But, would you do it anyway?  Yes.  Because you loved Lance and he needed your help.

You took the last step down to the floor, peeking into the living room.  You saw the witch sitting in the nice chair, looking through photos.

“Hey, Where’d you get those?!” You gasped softly, going over to her to make sure she didn’t ruin any photos.

“Am I not allowed to be nostalgic about my little boy?  And I just found them…” she answered, nose up in the air.

You looked down at the photos she was holding… it was the class picture Lance once kept in his desk.  Why was that one so interesting to her?

“Oh… I always hated this picture of him,” she sighed, “I was mad because he didn’t wear concealer over the bruises like I asked him too… but I miss him as a child…”.

Wait, hold up- BRUISES?  So it wasn’t dirt?  And she wanted him to cover them up?  Wait… holy fuck!

“You mother fucking bitch!” You lashed out, ripping the photo out of her hands, “You’re the one who fucking GAVE those bruises to him!”.

Kathy glared at you like death herself.  “How dare you accuse me of such a thing?!” She cried, standing up, stomping her heels into the carpet.

“It all adds up!  His condescending nature, alcoholic coping mechanisms, misogyny and cruelty towards woman…” you ranted, your face red with anger; you were going to fucking chew this bitch out!  “It’s because he learned from YOU!  Because he hates YOU!  It’s all because of YOU!” You shouted, pointing an accusing finger at her.

She stood there stammering, mouth opening and closing like a fish.  “You have no fucking proof!” She lamely yelled back.

Your jaw clenched.  You were gonna give her HELL if she didn’t shut the fuck up!  This is why Lance never took care of himself- he was never taught how or even that he should!  And of course he has anger problems!  His mom fucking hit him for any miniscule mistake!

“Where the fuck do you get off?! You can insult me, my house, my lifestyle… but you’ve gone too fucking far!” You yelled, puffing up your chest, staring Kathy down.  “You come on here and break down Lance just because you’re too much of a cunt to let him heal from YOUR toxicity!” You were not stopping, she deserved this, “so you can pack your bags, take your bad attitude and shitty parenting skills and GET the FUCK out of MY HOUSE!”.

Kathy turned lobster red with anger, but before she could punch you, Lance threw her bags over the loft banister.

“GOOD RIDDANCE FUCKER!” He chanted, finally feeling free, finally free!

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I HAVE ISSUES (Part 12)

Series summary: Lance has always been an asshole.  Womanizer, alcoholic, narcisitic, you name it, that’s Lance.  But the question is… why?

A/N: yo... I might have already given Lance mom a first name, but I can’t remember or find it.... so Lance mom may or may not have two names?

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count: 581

Summary: Even in his attempts to avoid or tolerate his mother, Mrs. Tucker pushes Lance patience to the limits

Warnings: terrible parenting, fatphobia, Lance’s mom being a bitch

Part 11

(GIF not mine)

Lance took a deep breath as he entered the gym.  Finally!  He was away from his mother!  All morning she had been “tidying” his house, moving furniture and decorating in a more “appropriate” fashion… not only that, she kept giving (Y/N) crap about the breakfast she made.

It pissed Lance off so bad!  She made a whole breakfast full of good stuff and his mother gave her shit for the “fatty sausage” and “high caloric intake”.  Don’t even ask about the backhanded comments (Y/N) got from his mother.

He felt bad, abandoning (Y/N) with his mom, even if it was just for an afternoon of shopping.  But, he really needed the break and his girls needed their coach- regionals were coming up this summer!

“Alright, before lunch, we’re gonna go through the routine’s.  Hannah, Daria, you got your ribbon routine ready?” He asked, But was interrupted by the dramatic opening of the door.

“Lancelot!” Mrs. Tucker called out, smiling.  Even with the warm grin, Lance was NOT comfortable with this.

“Hiiiiii… I thought you were out SHOPPING,” lance grinned fakely, gritting his teeth as he glared at his girlfriend.

“I tried to keep her busy-“ you tried to explain, but the Tucker matron talked over you.

“These must be your options for a Olympian?” She hummed, looking over the girls, “hm… thought it would be more promising…”.

The girls awkwardly looking at each other.  They thought Lance was proud of them,  he said they had great potential!

Lance scowled at his mother, taking a deep breath to calm down.  “Mother, these are my students…” He introduced, “girls, this is my… my mother, Kathy,”.

“Hello girls, I’m Katherine Hera Tucker, But to you, I’m Mrs. Tucker,” She hummed.

The girls gave uncomfortable hums and nods as greeting before going to start their routines.

“Rude…” Kathy shrugged, going back to her son.  “Anyway, darling, I wanted to treat you to lunch,” she said, fixing Lance’s hair and adjusting his collar.

Lance looked over at you.  All you did was shrug stressfully, an apologetic expression on your face.

“Sure, I guess,” he nodded, taking a deep breath.  At least it would be free food.

“That’s not how you talk to me.  It’s ‘yes mother, thank you’” she ordered, flicking his forehead, making him flinch, “and sit up straight, you’ll get a hunchback,”.

This would be a delight.

“Don’t drink, it makes you sloppy- can’t have that,” Kathy said, snatching Lance’s scotch glass away from him, “you’re an olympian, you’re more sophisticated than that,”.

He groaned, rolling his eyes, prompting his mother to flick him again, her sharp nails leaving little marks on his skin.

“Uhm… why don’t we get an appetizer, Lance has been training very hard with his students, so I bet he’s hungry after all that practice,” you said, hoping that would make Kathy proud; Lance working hard as a coach.

“Oh darling no, those are full of fat and salt,” she cringed, sipping at her wine, “Lance can’t have that and Lord knows you don’t need it,”.

Lance took her wine away.  “Mother!” he accused, “don’t be condescending!”.

“Watch your tone, Lancelot, I am your mother and you are to respect me,” she said, flipping through her menu.  That bitch didn’t even pay attention to Lance or anything he said.  This was going to be a fun afternoon…

He groaned, slouching back in his seat, palms pressed to his face in the agony of embarrassment.

“Posture…” Kathy hummed.

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