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neon-candies · 5 months
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Happy Halloween!
Warnings for: Child abuse, emotional abuse, unhealthy relationship
Angel probably has this nightmare frequently after Annie was "born". And he probably tried to avoid talking about it at first. But it gets to a point where he can't even hide his fears and concerns. However that's a conversation for another time.
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senseichaos · 2 months
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IMAGINE:
Andrew forcing your head down into the pillows as he takes you from behind, not caring for your breathless huffs and teary eyes.
He'll fuck you as nice and hard as he wants for as long as he wants and when he's done he'll pamper you like the good boyfriend he is.
Hell, he might even fuck you again in the bath afterwards.
"c'mon baby, my cocks hard for you.."
"don't make me ask twice, baby, you know I'm impatient,"
"good girl, letting me use you,"
And after all that he'll act like he didn't make you suck his cock within an inch of your life. Because you love him, right?
Right?
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areyouscaredyet · 2 months
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had a thought. true happiness is little vignettes of your faves being mean to each other :o)
i drew the last panel first and then i was like hm i should add context
(open images for better legibility ofc)
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devotion-ismy-emotion · 4 months
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Oh you love me?
Let me put this tracker in your neck then.
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chaoticevilcult · 3 months
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If you leave, don’t come back
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melloween-candie · 1 year
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Yandere Ian
Ian Gallagher as a Yandere Headcanon
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A/n - We all know Ian's bipolar; however, mix that with crazy yandere behavior, and you have yourself a menace. (I mean, he did kidnap a baby-)
Warning! Spoilers, Yandere behavior, Mental issues, Mention of traumatizing, Uncomfortable, Bipolar behavior, Unhealthy relationship attachment, Addiction, Mention of stalking, Trespassing/breaking and entering, Thief, Sexual activity, Depression, Guilt tripping, Clingy, Envy, Self-harm, Isolation, Anger issues, Mention of kidnapping, Manipulation, Murder, Possessive, Paranoia, Violence, Mention of ignoring, Delusional, Obsession, Sexual torture, Mention of rape, Slight mention of kinks, Selfish, Trust issues, Neediness, Mention of drugging, Force relationship
Word count: 1,260
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Ian Not on his Meds
[Yandere type: Physico]
I feel like he'd be the type to do something wrong without even realizing it. For example, he left the oven on when he left the house because he wanted his food to be cooking while he made a quick stop somewhere.
Would definitely traumatize you more than once-
Before Ian became Yandere you worried about him.
You were also secretly worried for yourself too. I mean having to constantly be on edge because you weren't sure what your boyfriend/friend was going to do next was unsettling since you knew he can either hurt himself or others.
You were never fully able to relax around him and it scared you. Him, being bipolar and refusing treatment was probably what caused you to end the relationship (friendship or not)
This would trigger Ian's yandere behavior.
Especially if you guys date or have known each other for a long time.
Mind you before all this at some point during your friendship- Ian has always had strangely strong feelings for you.
He could just never get you out of his mind.
This caused him to stalk you. It was so bad to the point where he would sneak into your house- steal your things; get a little freaking with them and then proceed to give them back, acting as if he found them for you when you were looking for them for a whole week.
He would first beg you not to leave him.
He would definitely sulk and moan for hours praying you won't go, and he'd say stuff like
"I'll do whatever you say jus-Just don't leave me!"
If you try to give him a second chance, he'd become extremely clingy for who knows how long.
He'd become more jealous with time too.
But if his begging didn't work and you refused his love
He'd become extremely depressed.
Wouldn't leave the bed or eat.
He wouldn't even look at anyone or anything apart from the pictures of you he has saved on his phone.
But eventually, if that doesn't get you to worry about him or get back with him, then he'd become extremely furious.
He'd yell at you thinking you didn't actually care about him at all.
He wouldn't necessarily kidnap you at that moment, but once he finds out you have another partner/friend to 'replace' him- that's when he snaps.
Would pretend that all that manipulation he tried to pull on you from the past three months never happened.
He'd act like you guys never split, and if you were only friends, he would confess to you.
It wouldn't matter what you say to his confession. He'd force you to be his boyfriend no matter what.
Would most likely lock you up downstairs and he'd kill your other boyfriend
Afterwards, he'd grow to be very possessive of you.
He would be even more clingy- so clingy that he won't even leave the room so long as you're in it.
This causes his family to realize something is wrong.
He would grow so paranoid-
So much so to the point where he won't leave the house.
He'd board up all the windows.
Once his family figures out what's going on, he wouldn't hesitate to leave with you.
If you fight him, he'll just knock you out.
Then he would lightly tap your cheek lovingly when you woke up as if he didn't just give you a huge bruise hours ago.
Don't even bother trying to talk him out of all this.
He wouldn't listen to you at all-, saying you hate him and won't even work.
He'd be in a total state of high- thinking that he's living in paradise all because you're with him and no one can take you away.
If you escaped, he'd panic so HARD. He literally WON'T stop looking for you.
He would go on for days without eating or sleeping just to find you.
Once he does, he'd fu*k the sense out of you, and not in a good way.
He'd probably deny you of any, please.
Tease the fu*k out of you and just use you as a toy for his relief because of the pain you put him through.
He wouldn't even care if you refused- in fact, he'd probably like it. If anything, he'd just think you had some kind of kink for it.
One thing's for sure he's kinky for you.
His dream is that one day you'd stop being so shy about your feelings for him and just accept the fact that this was your future- living with him in the middle of nowhere, and the only thing you can do is accept and love him back.
Ian On his Meds
[Yandere type: Abusive]
He would be aware of what he was doing, unlike when he's not on meds.
He wouldn't even feel bad- The only thing going on in his mind is to ensure he doesn't get caught.
He knows or at least has a feeling that he makes you uncomfortable.
At first, he would be somewhat charming and flirty, but then he'd slowly turn into a yandere- of course, he'd turn faster than lip but slower than when he isn't on his meds.
He would slowly become jealous over time.
He wouldn't be able to get you out of his mind- he wouldn't completely understand this feeling. He'd just think that he likes you- a lot!
He'd start to stalk you. I mean, like, REALLY stalk you. Eventually, this would lead to him sneaking into your house. He'd start to steal things from you. Small things that you would overlook. He's smart enough to do that.
With the stuff he stole... He'd make a small shrine in the middle of an abandoned place in the woods.
That's the place where he'd prepared for you once he kidnaps you.
He tried his best to make it extremely comfortable, but he isn't rich, and he doesn't trust the government (With him being tracked by the military and everything)
He'd prefer to just make a home from scratch- out of the world's radar.
It was no option for you; once Ian became a yandere for you, you're bound to get kidnapped one way or another.
With him being extremely jealous and having lots of needs, he won't be able to lay his hands off you or calm down when someone touches you.
He NEEDS you to be JUST his and ONLY his; if he has to, he will FORCE you too.
If he has to force you into s*x, so be it.
If he needs to force, you to eat- done.
If he has to drug you so you'd sleep- so, be it.
Overall, he would force you to be with him- even when he didn't kidnap you yet.
When he flirts with you, it would always make you uncomfortable.
Especially when you told him you had a boyfriend already.
This ticked him off so much. But of course, he didn't show it to you- however your boyfriend, on the other hand- let's just say he isn't in the picture any longer.
They'd later find his body in the sewers, and it'll be badly deformed. Let's just say as you cry, he was there to make you happy.
If you ended up falling for him, then everything would go great. He might not even kidnap you. But of course, eventually, you will learn of his true nature, and soon enough, he will kidnap you. No matter what.
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A/n
Overall, I'd honestly much rather have Yandere Ian on his meds than when he's not caused if he wasn't, then you would never be able to know what he'd do, especially if he just randomly brought a kid home and called it 'ours.' (That kid would be so frightened 😭)
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conscious-love · 2 years
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seerutkchawla ~ Instagram
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stunnedstarker · 9 months
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Tony has never known rest. The nightmares began in his childhood, when he would awaken, screaming, and Jarvis would rush to comfort him. The terrors have only worsened since the cave, the wormhole, the witch… only now, no one comforts him. Pepper, she tries. She offers him medicine, schedules him with doctors and gurus and psychiatrists, but none of them will listen. Rhodey, the good colonel, he insists, “they aren’t visions, Tony. None of it is real.”
But how would they know? They haven’t seen what he has seen. This… angel, this boy with claws and wings and eyes like the moon. “Pan,” the boy calls himself once, voice like a thousand whispers. “But you… you can call me Peter.”
Angry and afraid, Tony begins trying to ward him off. He lights the candles, burns the sage, recites the fucking prayers. But it only makes things worse, because it works. It drives the demon away, and suddenly, Tony can’t sleep at all. Instead, he lie awake, thinking only of Peter.
Days pass, slow and aching, and Tony begins to wonder if he’ll ever sleep again. Then, like salvation, Peter returns, deep into the night, reaching out his hand, staring with his cold, bright eyes. Tony takes it, and the touch burns like no iron ever could. They are sharing air, bodies colliding in an instant, and Tony, boundless, can only beg.
“Peter. Peter, please, take me. Take me away from here. I– I want–“
“Hush,” the demon answers, stroking Tony’s hair as the whispered voices rush down his spine. “I know what you want.”
“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have tried to- to make you leave, I– I th- I thought…”
“Anthony…” the voice soothes, and it’s the first time he’s heard his full name in ages. “It’s alright. You wanted to please them. I understand. But you don’t have to please them, Anthony. And you don’t have to fear me. All I want from you…” Peter smiles slowly, and Tony swears he sees new worlds flash in the creature’s eyes. “Is this.”
The eyes close, the soft petting slows. Their bodies still. Tony parts his lips, lays his hands back, lays himself open in every way. But Peter’s lips brush light, like smoke and rain and dusk. Tony gasps, moans into the space between them, leans ever so slightly for more.
Then Peter is on him, hand behind his head and claws in his hair. His mouth is fire, burning every part of Tony’s lips and stealing all of his air. Then, the flame drags as he pulls away, using only one hand to tear at Tony’s clothes and licking down his throat while pinning Tony’s hips beneath his knees. The strength is like nothing Tony has felt in any fight. He struggles against it, only just, then watches delight flash in Peter’s eyes.
“This is what you want, isn’t it, Anthony?” he asks. Then, low and groaning from depths unknown, “Or have your dreams deceived me?”
“No! Please, I- You, Peter, it’s always been you. Please, touch me, kiss me, anything, I–“
“No, Anthony. Not just anything,” Peter answers with a smile. “Everything.”
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flowersarefreetherapy · 2 months
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My Love Is Mine All Mine
CW: hospital setting, character death, mourning, unhealthy relationships, pet whump, brief violence, implied past violence, implied past noncon, brief mention of disordered eating, begging, sexually degrading language, self harm (not graphic or a lot, but it in here), self-blame
The heart monitor beeps out a steady rhythm, one Cameron finds himself counting in a desperate attempt to hold on to hope. His tailbone goes numb and he shifts on the cold plastic chair, trying to move as little as possible. 
Angelina and Andrew don’t pay attention to him. She sits at her father’s bedside, Andrew’s hand on her thigh, scrolling through Instagram. Emmaleigh slumps on the chair next to Cameron, eyes glued to her iPad screen. Lucas, Angelina’s brother, just left, saying something about talking to a lawyer and coming back at a later time. Cameron doesn’t want to pay attention. He wants to be at Patrick’s side, curled up close like he is supposed to be. Not trapped in a corner of the room with a literal child. 
“Mom!” Emmaleigh whines. “I’m hungry!”
Angelina’s gaze remains locked on her phone. “Andrew, would you take her to get some food? I don’t want to leave Father.”
Andrew nods. “Come on, Emma. Let’s go get something from the cafe.”
“No! I want McDonald’s!”
Cameron rolls his eyes. Of course she wants McDonald’s. Maybe they could bring some back and he could try the fries? They look so good on the television and he’s wanted to try them for years. Patrick never let him. That much grease and fast food ruins his figure. Cameron knows this. 
But you won’t have to worry about what you eat much longer, will you? 
No. Patrick is going to be okay. This is just a small cold. It’s nothing awful. He’s strong and has good lungs and whatever the doctors say, they’re wrong. They don’t know his master like he does. 
Andrew gives in, as he always does. Soon it is just Cameron and Angelina in the room with Patrick. She still isn’t paying him any attention. Nor is she looking at Patrick. Cameron swallows back a scream. This is her father in the hospital and she doesn’t care! He cares! He could take better care of Patrick than anyone here! 
The chair creaks as Cameron stands and walks over to the hospital bed. He moves softly, relying on all his training to stay as quiet as possible. Angelina doesn’t look up. Cameron perches on the edge of the bed and takes Patrick’s hand. It feels so much weaker than he remembers. Thin, papery skin and fragile bones when he remembers a strong, unwavering grip pushing the knife through his skin. 
Cameron swallows back a sob and curls up next to his master. There’s barely any room on the bed, but he folds his knees close to his chest, resting his head on Patrick’s chest. He can hear every breath rattle in his lungs. It’s alright, there’s medicine and monitors and this will be okay. His master is strong. He can survive this. 
Angelina scoffs, but doesn’t move him from the bed. Cameron is grateful for the small blessing. The sterile air of a hospital burns his nose, bringing back other memories. He squeezes his eyes shut against the white light, grabbing his master’s hand. 
You aren’t there. You aren’t there. You have a master. Someone chose you, remember? You weren’t abandoned. 
The beeping and shallow breathing pulls him into a half-wake trance. Cameron’s eyelids grow heavy. For a moment, he’s back in their bed, the thick comforter keeping him down as his master shifts next to him. He’ll be awake soon. Will it be the knife? Or the ropes? Or maybe just round after round that will leave him bleeding in the shower? A shudder of pleasure slips down Cameron’s spine at the thought. 
Fingers dig into his shoulder. Yanking him from the bed. Cameron cries out as his head hits the wall, a blow hard enough to blur his vision. He blinks hard. White coats and shouting, so much shouting. Drawn out beeps. Light glints off a needle and Cameron flinches. He folds himself in a corner, hugging his knees tightly to his chest. 
“Please, please, please, I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’ll be good, I’ll be better, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, so sorry.”
Where is his master? Where is he? Why hasn’t he come for him? Cameron blinks back tears. It’ll be okay. Patrick will get him. He’ll pick him up and kiss him, tasting like whiskey and cigars, and he’ll be safe. Cameron knows he’s safe. He hasn’t been sent back there. He’s been too good for his master to have that happen.
Silence. Emmaleigh crying. Angelina stands stiffly, expressionless. Cameron uncurls, ignoring the annoyed looks from the doctors. They’ve hated him from the moment he was brought here. It doesn’t matter to him anyway. 
“. . . what happened?” he whispers. 
Emmaleigh cries harder. The iPad lays forgotten on that stupid chair. Cameron crawls to the edge of the hospital bed. It’s too quiet. 
Don’t look. Don’t ask. You know. Just sit in the corner and hope they forget about you. Don’t make this worse than it already is. 
His master’s face is lax and pale, a shade Cameron has only seen once before. A Guard trainee who was supposed to show him his place, only to die overnight from what the handlers called internal bleeding. He’s seen death before. He knows what it looks like. But it doesn’t happen to those he loves. It isn’t supposed to happen to his master. 
“Sir?” Cameron whispers, grabbing his master’s hand. It’s cold. Bile burns the back of his throat. “Sir, please, say something. I-please don’t leave me!”
“Get away from my father, whore!” Angelina’s nails scrap across his scalp as she pulls him away. Cameron yelps, scrambling to ease the sudden pain. “Don’t you dare pretend you cared about him! All you cared about was who would fuck you!” 
“Please!” Cameron sobs. Tears burn down his cheeks. Patrick said he was a pretty crier, that he looked best when he cried. “Please, please, I love him! Please, let me say goodbye!”
Angelina shakes his head. His head hits the stupid plastic chair. White explodes across his vision and Cameron swallows back a sob. Angelina’s voice rises, but he can’t hear a single word she says. His knees hurt, his vision blurs from tears and pain, and he can’t draw in a full breath. Cameron stares at the hospital bed, blinking hard. Maybe he can see his master again. One more time. 
Then Angelin’s fingers are no longer in his hair. Andrew holds her and Emmaleigh tightly, all three of them crying. Cameron huddles against the wall. He can’t breathe. His chest throbs with pain and no amount of crying lessens it. He curls up again and screams into his knees. Quiet. Patrick prefers–no, preferred. He’s gone now, remember, idiot?--to hear him scream. Loud and painful and Cameron rakes his nails across his skin in an effort to feel the shattering of his heart be mirrored across his skin.
The family slowly collects personal belongings. There’s not a lot. Patrick was sick suddenly. Cameron flinches. This is his fault. If he hadn’t insisted on going ice skating, then Patrick wouldn’t have gotten sick, and this wouldn’t have happened. His fault. His master died because he was a selfish, horrible Pet.
My master’s desires are my own. My master’s desires are my own. My master’s desires are my own. I am not my own. I belong to my master, I belong to my master, I belong to my master. 
. . . who do I belong to?
“Get up, slut.”
Andrew grips his arm and hauls him to his feet. Cameron stumbles beside him, suddenly feeling far too cold in his crop top and tights. The nurses and other patients stare at him. For the first time in years, heat creeps up his cheeks and down his neck. He ducks his head and focuses only on the too-white tile under his feet. 
It’s odd. Walking outside, hearing traffic, feeling the winter wind against his face, sunlight sparkling off the light dusting of snow that fell overnight–and knowing his master is dead. 
Dead.
Cameron chokes on a sob. His master is dead. Gone. Truly gone.
“Shut up,” Andrew snaps. “I don’t know why you’re so weepy. You are nothing but a sidepiece and a bedwarmer. You never cared about him.”
I did! I loved him and he loved me and we were going to have forever! He was never, ever going to leave me!
The words stick in his throat and all Cameron can do is cry. He doesn’t stop, not even when he’s shoved into the backseat of Angelina’s car and told to stay quiet. Emmaleigh’s sobs cover the sound of his own.
We were supposed to have forever. 
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kimium · 1 month
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Chapters: 1/1
Summary:
One shot. Bad Timeline.
"Then, in spring, Shouichi met Byakuran.
It was a quiet meeting, innocuous in the same way poison slipped into tea was. Brushing of shoulders and a stumbled apology in the middle of a busy hallway. Shouichi vividly remembered the heat that danced across his cheeks as his gaze fell upon the single most beautiful person he’d ever met."
Memories are stored in photos and homes. (Or, Shouichi's first meeting with Byakuran and Byakuran's -insert number here- meeting with Shouichi.)
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Hello everyone! I am back with another bad timeline 100/51 fic! I had so much fun writing this one! I especially loved adding photos/houses as a repeating element. I hope you enjoy this fic, just please read my tags and author’s note! I have my usual posessive Byakuran in this story!
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despair-nagito · 1 month
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How would Krispollo look like in canon
Kristoph: Do you love me, Justice?
Apollo: I love you, Mr. Gavin.
Kristoph: How much?
Apollo: I love you very much.
Kristoph: Wright is guilty. You have to send him to prison.
Apollo: B- but…!
Kristoph: No defying, Justice. Or you're out of my life. Understood?
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howifeltabouthim · 1 month
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She could have endured anything as long as he loved her, and it was in this spirit that she had allowed him to lead her to the darkest and most dangerous places.
Anna Biller, from Bluebeard's Castle
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moonstruckwytch · 2 years
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words ain’t enough
100 words based on the tessa violet song, thanks to @starlitsilvereyes for all their help & beta reading
It had seemed like a good idea in the beginning. Before Theo had grown frustrated with Draco’s inability to move past the war. Before he’d started flirting with other people when they went out to dinner.
Draco had tried. He’d carved himself down to be who Theo wanted, but he’d never achieve the easiness of being fourteen again. He wondered if it was still worth it, when he’d never be someone Theo’d like to choose.
The girl Theo was chatting up giggled at him, biting her lip, and Draco turned away. Across the room, familiar green eyes met his own.
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Obsessive stalker gf 🫱🏽‍🫲🏻 possessive violent bf
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slicesofapple · 6 months
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"What do you wish for, my Tooru?" asked Wakatoshi, caressing the other man's bare arm. "I'll bring you anything you want, anything at all. The finest silks, towers of gold coins." His voice dropped to a seductive whisper. "Precious diamonds as large as eggs, ripe fruit dripping with juice, the most exquisite paintings. I will gladly lay it all at your feet. Just tell me, my love, what your heart desires."
The words unlocked something in Tooru, something that had been chained hard and fast for far too long a time. His shoulders straightened, and his eyes blazed.
"I want to leave."
Wakatoshi froze. He stood as still as one of the stone horsemen standing eternal vigil at the castle gates.
"I want to be free." Tooru's voice was a harsh rasp in the otherwise silent night. "Let me go."
"No," said Wakatoshi. He shook his head, then again, wildly, his hair flying every which way. "No!" The word thundered in the air: "No!"
At the same time, he began to weave with one hand the intricate pattern that would keep Tooru locked there, in that castle, surrounded by an impenetrable forest, for another century.
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conscious-love · 2 years
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