#Tw Unhealthy relationships

[the-vast-avatar]

Love and Avatars!

General tw for abuse and unhealthy relationships. This is more horror than romance. Each horror also obviously has their associated tws

Corruption

You fall for them and you fall hard. The way they compliment you, know every way to make your heart melt. Everything about them is perfect from their smile to their words. When the bugs first push through your skin, they hush you and kiss the gaping holes. Even as your organs begin rotting, they're there rocking you and peppering kisses over your face. The bugs from your flesh become one with the bugs from their flesh.

Dark

A mysterious stranger you want to know more about. You talk to them, but there always seems to the more to learn. Once you think you finally understand them, they invite you for a walk. It's night, and the street is cool. They say they know a nice place for the two of you. The alleyway is pitch black with people moving just beyond it. They usher you forwards and disappear into the shadows.

Desolation

Your partner always has something exciting to do. One day you could be hiking the next you're cornered by the police. Everyone says they're a bad influence, but they push you to get out of your comfort zone. Your friends don't get it- they live boring lives. They say you've changed, that you're no longer who you used to be. They tell you to leave your partner. Your partner suggests their most daring idea yet and hands you the knife. You don't have many friends anymore.

End

You met at the hospital, both waiting for the final news of a loved one. The two of you became friends immediately and only grew closer as more and more of your friends and family died. Eventually, the two of you passed, arms intertwined in one another's.

Eye

You didn't even know you had a lover. Rather stupid since you spend so much time together. Almost all day with the exception of mere minutes. They hardly even sleep anymore. You tried to ignore it, but eventually, the watching got too much. You confront them, asking them who they are- to just leave you alone. Instead, they tell you things about yourself. Things you didn't know. How could you not love someone who knew you so intimately?

Flesh (tw for mention of diets and drug abuse)

Initially, you're only attracted to their physique. A gorgeous body to die for that had been perfectly sculpted. However, you soon fall for their personality too. Kind, supportive, and interested in your wish to reach your perfect body. They even give tips- pills you can take, diets to change you- it finally seems possible. One day, you look in the mirror and realise you don't recognise yourself. You're not even human anymore. They walk up behind you and wrap their arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder. "Dinner time."

Hunt

You were a criminal hunted down by the police. One officer, in particular, was obsessed with you, trying to track your every movement and find every crime as soon as you committed them. They were too competent at their job- even if you swore they let you escape on purpose, so you decide to break into their house to find something to use against them. All seems normal until you enter one room coated in photos of you. Evidence of any sort, from school records to receipts. Behind you, the door locks.

Lonely

You've been in a loveless marriage for several years until you found yourself in an affair. They're perfect and everything you could have wanted. Beautiful, smart, wealthy, charismatic- you wanted them with your whole soul. Yet you still spend most days with your spouse thinking of that perfect person, more alone than ever.

Slaughter

You despise them with every ounce of your being. It's nothing significant- just their thoughts on drinks, the way they say words. Petty things that add up to the most obnoxious person you've ever met. It comes to no one's surprise that the two of you finally break into a fight. After you throw the first punch, you find yourself the most excited you've ever felt. You look down at their face, seeing pure exaltation.

Spiral

You live with your partner. You go to bed and turn all the lights off on your way. You wake up in the middle of the night needing the toilet. As you're walking out, you notice all the lights are on. You ask your partner the next day. They have no idea what you mean. You turn them off the next night. On again. Your partner doesn't know where the extra vase came from. Nor the extra chairs. The house's layout never changed, and you've always lived in the countryside away from any other person.

Stranger

You have a crush on a person. At least, you think it's a person. They're human obviously, but you don't know if they're the same person. It's the same name each time, but just a slightly different appearance. Less obvious things- weight, scars, hair- to the more obvious things, like eyes and skin. When you confess to them, they're elated and agree. They invite you on a date- their house for dinner. When you arrive, you can't help but notice they look awfully familiar for once. Maybe it was just your memory. As you walk into their house, you stop by the mirror. You look back and so do they.

Vast

At first, everything is normal with them. They're a normal person, the two of you get along, it's fine. But they start filling your mind even when you're not around them. It's all you can talk about with friends. When they ask you what your partner looks like, you can't describe them. Their impossible face, never-ending eyes, all-encompassing glory. Their image stains your brain, but whenever you try to utter their description you start sobbing. You visit their house in fervour. They kiss you goodbye. You've been working with your psychologist for years now.

Web

They felt like fate. The two of you met by chance, reaching for the same book. You two happened to meet again at the same cafe. Later, when walking your pet. It's all by chance, but just enough for the two of you to fall in love. As you talk, you find they're having issues at home. It's fine- you have a spare bed and offer it. They're having money issues, too. You put in a good word for them with your boss. Before you know it, they're equal to you on the financial ladder. They meet your friends by chance and they all get along. When the two of you begin fighting, you can't even push them away. They live with you, work with you, and socialise with you. The two of you interconnected in a web of their making.

#tma #the magnus archives #the corruption #the dark #the desolation #the end #the eye #the flesh #the hunt #the lonely #the slaughter #the spiral #the stranger #the vast #the web #tw unreality #tw horror #tw violence #tw abuse #tw unhealthy relationships #can you tell i didn't know what to do for some of these fjlskjflk ESPECIALLY slaughter #that is like my least favourite fear bc like. it's just there. not cool enough to be the hunt. just some guy. it's hardly even romance #also the vast one is on the edge of being spiral. but its meant to be cosmic horror romance. trust me on this one babes. #spiral and relationships focus more on purposeful gaslighting. the vast is about something that breaks your mind with its mere size. #not my best works but i think it is what it is. yanno>

[thorniest-rose]

i kinda want bully Eddie × tsundere Steve like Eddie is teasing Steve and Steve's just like "uh ok🙄" and has a fucking panic attack as soon as Eddie leaves wich leads to the most toe curling🦶, lip biting👄, eye widening👁️ sex that contains so much degrading that Eddie would have to make up new words😩😫😩

oh my god pleassssse. Like I just love the idea of Steve hating Eddie and all the things he says and does to him but as soon as Eddie stops, giving him the cold shoulder, Steve is immediately ridden with anxiety and feels upset and neglected, wondering what he did wrong. And the girls he goes on dates with get so mad because he just cancels on them last minute and won't listen to a thing they say. And he's always biting his nails and on the verge of tears, forgetting to eat or even style his hair. But if Eddie notices, he still doesn't do anything. It's like Steve's invisible. It's not until Steve comes begging for his attention again, saying he'll do anything, does Eddie give up the act. Because he has Steve right where he wants him now. And it ends with the meanest, roughest sex, but Steve loves it because he finally has all of Eddie's attention on him again. And he loves it even more when it hurts because it feels more real, like Eddie's branding him on the inside and claiming him as his own. Not realising Eddie had been playing with him the entire time, giving him the cold shoulder just to watch Steve break down and come crawling to him. Steve's just so much sweeter when he's been crying. So needy and eager to please when Eddie hadn't been talking to him. So when Eddie bites down on the nape of his neck and calls Steve his needy little bitch, Steve just nods, so far gone, and cants his hips up even more for the hard, rough glide of Eddie's cock.

#asks #steddie #tw unhealthy relationships #manipulative eddie

[sleepyemoxd]

Sometimes, Vanny tends to pull the "you know I love you, right?" card with Moon in order to keep him under her thumb.

For example, after a particularly severe beating she'd offer to help him with his injuries before gently grabbing the sides of his face and slowly caress his cheeks in a soothing manner, saying "hey, you do know that I love you, right?"

And he just nods weakly, telling her that yes, he knew. She'd immediately pull her hands away before saying "good! now get out of my sight you worthless mutt"

She does this to confuse him, keeping him in a state of mind that leaves him believing that she's doing this for his own good, that she actually does care for him. Only to degrade and belittle him not even a second later

It leaves him thinking that she hates him, but at the same time feeling like he was in the wrong and believing that maybe, just maybe, she does love him but doesn't really show it

For months after he and Lunar were back at the light kingdom and safe from that horrible situation, Moon had a really hard time realizing that his brother wasn't going to do that to him

Any time Sun showed him affection or any form of praise he'd wait for his brother to follow it up with a hurtful remark, only for it to never come

He'd give Sun a really confused look and ask him why wasn't he saying something of the complete opposite

It was really tough to get through to him that no, he wasn't gonna pull that card

#fnaf sb #daycare attendant #fnaf sundrop #fnaf au #fnaf moon #fnaf fantasy au #tw emotional manipulation #tw abuse #tw unhealthy relationships

[menemosa]

ooooh deities <333

warning: this is very very long fjeiwajgoaew

okay okay so Deities is kinda weird cause its basically just a 15-page compilation of all the short stories/character exploration things i do for some of my ocs. uhh for context, i’ve been working on a pantheon with a friend for about 2 years now technically inspired from nordic mythology but honestly we just made it into a building place for any ideas we have for... whatever honestly HAHAHA

i’ll just add a snippet to one of the short stories and give a really long explanation for it cause uhh there’s a lot of stories and lot of context and we’ll be here forever if i explain each and every one lol

Amaia is known for being the most merciful amongst her siblings, the one that is sure to answer when mortals seek her help. She is the one with prayers flooding her eardrums, crowds of worshippers that burn her their finest materials, and devotion felt in the crevasse of every piece of marble on her temples.

She is only one left of the Oprindelige, the only to survive the madness that courses through her family’s veins. Amaia’s worshippers adore her for the fact that she is the only one who stayed, but she knows that it’s only a matter of time before they grow displeased with her. She is too kind, too distant, too neutral. She remains with the souls of the dead, and the living has never quite forgiven her for that.

Amaia now knows she is an amalgamation of the things she tries to leave behind. A juxtaposition of immortality and death, she is surrounded by the skeletal husks of the once was and no longers. Her heart holds a vice-like grip on her memories and plagues her with the whispers of what if. They murmur a name long forgotten. Amaia had run to the realm of the dead to find some of the peace the dead seemed to possess, but only found that bitterness lasts far beyond the grave and regret? Regret remains forever.

so basically, amaia’s the she’s the youngest in four gods called the “Oprindelige”. they’re the accidental children of vynarin, a four-faced primordial god, and were conceived as he was wounded by his older brother (who’s basically trying to kill him but that’s another story lol). vynarin is a shitty, neglectful parent who doesn’t care one iota about his so-called children.

this ends up driving amaia’s older sister, eyfura, to become controlling and manipulative af towards her siblings because of her abandonment issues and eventually drives each sibling against each other. now all of amaia’s older siblings despise mortals, which is a big problem because amaia actually runs away and falls in love with a mortal princess turned queen haha.

in an attempt to bring her back into their embrace, her older siblings execute this amazing plan to kill off amaia’s lover (all ofc orchestrated in the background by eyfura the sister of the year <3). their plan backfires on them completely because rather than go back to them, amaia instead exiles herself into the realm of the dead and takes over as the goddess of the dead. and because she’s actually kind and cares about humanity, she’s the most worshipped one of her siblings lol

so all in all, this entire thing is just amaia reminiscing about how she attained her status as a beloved god and being very very sad

ask game

#tldr; older siblings tries to win back their youngest by killing off the clearly unsuitable mortal gf and fails #amaia yeets herself into the death realm rather than go with them smh #after popular request i did resurrect amaia's gf but she basically just reincarnates over and over again without any memory of amaia #and amaia's blames herself too much to even speak to the reincarnation of her soulmate #but u know at least she's not dead! #my specialty is tragedy lol #tw unhealthy relationships #ask games

[greenleaf4stuff]

Batman (2022) Meta: Pick Up Artist Joker?

Just a random thought I have and not 100% serious, but I almost feel like the Joker essentially acts like a pick-up artist towards Edward/the Riddler in their scene together; he first knocks the Riddler down (’one day you're on top, the next, you're a clown’) and then builds him up again and manipulates him into thinking they are going to have a relationship (in this case, friendship), though the Joker knows that he will just manipulate the Riddler the whole time and use him for his own gains.

It also kinda sorta fits into the Joker flirting with Batman in the deleted scene; treating their meeting as an 'anniversary' and the case file as a 'present'.

Completely galaxy-brain-ing this, btw, but I guess my musings boil down to: Joker wanted/wants Batman (as an adversary, for example), got rejected by him in some way, turned to pick-up-artistry tactics to manipulate someone else into a relationship instead, someone he can control and gaslight, someone who he can knock down and then build up, and who happens to have actually managed to make an impression on the guy he cannot have/cannot fight properly. Which makes the whole dynamic between the three even more unhealthy.

(Poor Bruce honestly.)

#meta #the batman #the batman (2022) #only half serious #maybe #the batman spoilers #spoilers #the batman (2022) spoilers #the joker #the riddler #edward nashton #batman #tw pick up artist #tw gaslighting mention #tw unhealthy relationships #please point out if I missed any warnings #also if anyone wants to talk meta with me about that piece of media feel free to do so #queue #mine

[aro-ace-from-outer-space]

Sometimes, it feels like betrayal to think of you softly. Sometimes I wonder if I have the right to love you, love who you were, still.

#reese rambles #i'm so sorry guys i'm off on a melodramatic spiral #so y'all going to have to deal #tw unhealthy relationships #i guess???

[ms-debonair]

i am the resident single friend that gives the best advice but my last relationship was with a crack addicted convict that was four years older than me

#tw drugs #tw unhealthy relationships

[nemugyo]

#drawing #illustration #original art #digital art #oc #art #tw mental illness #mental illness #unhealthy relationships #unhealthy love #tw depressing stuff #depression #cw #neet #neetcore #hikikomori #traumacore #tw self destructive behavior #tw

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Smthn about escapism and why someone (me) might choose to stay with Kinito even tho he was a bit mean and also didn’t like that u had freewill lol

Also a little bit of thinking abt how Kinito and the Player Who Stays (the Stayer???) share a lot of parallels (working hard to deserve nice things, crippling loneliness, selfish reasons for clinging to one another, self awareness, dissatisfaction/disappointment with their respective realities leading to them idealizing the concept of each other, etc etc)

(The song lyrics are from ‘Woof woof’ by ARTHUR. It took a few listens to rlly appreciate it, now it scratches my brain in v nice ways)

#kinito #kinito my beloved #kinito the axolotl #kinitopet #kinito x y/n #kinito x player #self insert oc #self insert #oc x canon #canon x self insert #woof woof by Arthur #song lyrics #music inspired art #doodles #angst #self awareness #tw obsessive behavior #tw unhealthy coping mechanisms #tw toxic relationship #longing and loneliness #character exploration #I’m ok btw I just had this concept in my brain for th past two days lol #babbitsona #babbit #oc persona

[sa-dnesss]

My home will be a home with no loud anger, no explosive rage, no slamming doors or breaking glass, no holes punched into the walls, no name calling, shaming or blackmail. My home will be gentle, it will be warm. No fear, no hurt and no worries. I may come from a broken and twisted place but I will build something whole and safe.

#tw abuse #physical abuse #abusive parents #child abuse #parental abuse #abusive relationship #abusive #toxic family #toxic parents #toxic household #emotional abuse #bad parenting #trauma #unhealthy #sad #depressed #sucidal #exhausted #tired #lonely #alone #empty #toxic mother #toxic father #upset #suicide thoughts #unhappy

[norrisleclercf1]

Preyed

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Leclerc!Reader

Rating: R

Warnings: Toxic, Manipulative, Obsessed Pierre, Pierre played mind games with you in the club, this is not a healthy relationship please know this a work of fiction, Charles tries to protect you, Pierre wants to own you, talks of kidnapping, violence, Pierre almost kills a guy, just borderline unhealthy, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION

Requested: Yes/No

Request: I lost the request that was sent in for it, all I remember is for it to be Possessive/Obsessed! Pierre and Leclerc!Reader

Words: maybe between 2.0K to 2.5K

A/N: I have a weakness for dark!Pierre I really do it's a problem

Growing up, you've always had a crush on Pierre. It was stupid and there was no way you'd ever be able to date him. But that was the thing with this crush, it was to remain a crush and that was it.

He's your brothers best friend, and at that your older brothers friend. Pierre will always see you as the baby sister of his friend, never as a women. At least that's what you thought.

As you got older and grew more into your body, boys started to notice you. Charles hated it, but it's normal for your older brother to hate when guys stare at you. Pierre on the other hand, felt this incredible rage and disgust when guys would stare or even so much as look at you.

He didn't understand why he felt this way, tried to chalk it up to you being like a sister to him, but even Charles didn't react the way Pierre would. Both of them out drinking one night when a mutual friend made a comment about your body, and what he would like to do with your mouth.

Charles of course, get's pissed and tells the dude off. But, Pierre? He beats the shit out of the guy, so much so they have to pay their friends off to never speak about what happened.

Charles worried about his friend asks what that is all about, Pierre just shrugs and says he had to much to drink. After that night they never spoke about it, and you remained oblivious to the fact Pierre almost killed a man for speaking about you.

Now you're older and able to join them on their nights out. When you come with them, Pierre moves around you. Like a lion stalking it prey he makes sure no guys approach you. You're at that age when the male gaze does feel good, and you want that attention.

Tonight was no different, you dressed up wanting Pierre's attention, really anyone's attention. Stepping out to see your brother and Pierre waiting outside you blush, seeing the way Pierre's eyes burn into you.

"Go change." You reel back, feeling like you've just been slapped. "Pierre." Charles groans, pinching his nose. This was a never ending fight between you two. You wore something revealing and Pierre would be furious and make you change, you'd cave and do as he says hating when he was mad at you. Except for tonight.

"No. Let's go." You stomp down the street heading to a new club that just opened. You can hear low whispering behind you, peaking you see Pierre growing angrier and angrier as the seconds pass, Charles annoyed probably explaining how you're grown now.

"She's a baby." Pierre snaps careful that you don't hear. "Pierre? What the fuck? She's old enough to make her own choices, we're just here to make sure she's safe." Charles didn't like your outfit either, but he wasn't your keeper, he was just your brother.

"Charles......if you're okay with what she's wearing clearly you don't love her enough or care enough! Think about all the disgusting pigs that are going to want her? Doesn't that make you sick?" Pierre snaps voice still low.

Charles freezes, in all the years he's never seen Pierre this furious about your outfit. Something was wrong, and Charles's gut was screaming to not leave you two alone.

"Pierre, maybe you should go home. You're going to get fucked up and you might kill someone with the way you're acting. Go." Charles pushes Pierre slight.

Something snaps in Pierre, laughing as he shakes his head he storms off not wanting to snap and hurt Charles or anyone else who might hurt or touch you.

Getting to the club you notice that Pierre is no longer there. "Where's Pear?" Your anger at him fizzling out. "He had to go do something, don't worry it's for the better." Charles reassures, his nerves calmed down now that his friend wasn't near you.

Nodding you both, get into the club. For an hour or two you stay by each other side, but soon Charles sees other friends and yells he's going to join them. You wave him off, getting sucked into the music.

Closing your eyes, you let the alcohol, lights, and adrenaline take you over, dancing without a care in the world, you don't even notice hands moving your hips. Leaning into the body you both grind into one another.

Pierre had cooled down, deeming it fine for him to join you two he enters the club. "Jesus fuck, why are there so many damn people." He curses unable to find you and Charles.

Giving up he heads to the bar, ordering a drink. As time passes, Pierre drinks more and more, until he's buzzed. He gets dragged to the dance floor by some girls, dancing with them. Dancing through the crowd, he finds a girl.

One that reminds him of you, back turned to him he decides to move up behind her, and starts to dance with her. He doesn't know what prompted him to do it, but he wanted to forget about you. And using someone's body was the way he was going to do it.

Pulling the girls hips into his, his arms pull her close as he grinds against him. Pierre groans, letting all inhabitations go. Hand wrapping around the girls neck he pulls her back. "Can I kiss you?" His voice dark and rumbly, lights flashing here and there.

Unable to see the person's face he hears a yes. He smirks and rips her back by her neck and kisses them deeply. Cursing when he realizes she doesn't know how to kiss, he leads but soon she picks it up. Pulling away his hands grope and pull.

He wishes he could see the girls face, it would make it easier for him to not picture you, wishing this was you. Two bright strobe lights hit them, showing Pierre who was in front of him.

"Fuck!" He growls, ripping his body off the girls.

You whine at the loss of contact from your mystery guy, turning the strobe lights illuminate the man that was touching you. "Pierre?" You gasp seeing your brothers friend. Pierre stands there without saying a word but turns on his heel and gets swallowed up by the crowd.

You feel hurt, anger, shame, every emotion hitting you one after another. Shoving your way through the crowd you get the bar, ordering shots. Taking one after another you try to ignore the look on Pierre's face.

So distracted by your hurt feelings you don't notice the guy next to you, but you quickly become aware of him when he touches your ass. Jumping away he chuckles. "Wanna have some fun?" You try hard not to retch smelling the alcohol leak out of every pore on his body.

"No thanks." You try to move away from him, but his hand shoots out, stopping you. "Let me go." Trying again, but he presses himself into you. Grimacing you close your eyes, feeling himself on your leg you curse, frantically trying to get away.

"Get. the. fuck. off. her." You hate the way your body reacts to the voice. The way it bursts into flames, how your heart rate spikes, and your legs become weak. You hated it.

The guy turns and scuffs, pushing off you the drunk lumbers away. Bracing yourself against the bar, legs jell-o you force yourself to look at Pierre. His eyes bore into yours, like a wildfire left to burn blazes in them.

"Pear." You whimper reaching out for him. All restraint is snapped hearing you whimper out that stupid nickname. His arms pull you in as he storms out of the club, Charles far to drunk to even care you two are leaving much less that you two will be alone.

Hitting the streets he drags you far away, until he reaches his apartment. Pierre is silent the entire time, not even looking at you as he shoves you into the apartment and slams the door, locking it.

"Pear." You reach out for him, but he flinches at your touch almost like you burned him. His chest moves up and down quickly, trying to calm down. "Don't. Don't come near me." He grounds out. When he saw that guy touch you, the urge to murder him was very strong, so much so he could taste blood in his mouth.

Pierre didn't want you to be near him like this, he didn't want something so good and pure in his life to be near this side of him. He's supposed to protect you and love you, that his job as your brothers friend. Yet, this love he felt for you wasn't an innocent love.

It's all consuming, taking over every being and sane part of him. He wanted you to himself, never to look at another male, much less be near one. So, when he found out it was you he was dancing with, he had to leave or else he'd claim your body, mind, soul, and heart. You'd belong to him wholly.

"Do you hate me? Is that why? You won't let me touch you? Be near you?" His head snaps up, seeing your face crumble as tears streak down your face. "Don't. Please don't cry over me." His voice breaking, large hands cupping your face as he wipes the tears away.

"Look at me, don't cry because of me." He begs pulling you in so you're pressed against him. "Pear, I'm sorry. I should've changed, I should've listened. I won't ever do it again, I promise. I'll be good just don't be mad at me." You sob shaking your head, hating that Pierre was mad at you.

Pierre smirks, proud with how easy it was to get you to submit to him. "Shhhh." He hushes, hugging you. "Pear please, I'll do anything, just don't leave me." You whimper pulling the older boy into you. He freezes hearing those words, leave your mouth. Oh you'd regret saying that, because now there was no leaving him.

"Anything?" He whispers pulling your head back so you could look up at him, through your tears your nod your head. "Anything." You whisper back.

"Be mine." He smirks, fingers digging into your face, you whimper. "Mine?" You repeat back. "Yes, mine. Mine to hold, to love, to own. I want to be the one to make you cry, scream, fight, whimper, moan. To be the one who fucks you so good you never think about another man, mine to cause these tears because I'm fucking you so deep, you can't form a thought. Mine to pump full of my cum that you carry my children. Mine to own, mind, body, and soul. You'll never leave me again, this is what I mean when I say be mine." He pushes you against the door staring down at your wide eyes and blotched cheeks.

"If you're scared and don't want that, then leave." The sound of the lock fills the still apartment. "But, if you leave......I'm hunting you down, I don't care if you scream for fucking help. I'll drag you back here." He growls, as your eyes grow wider.

You knew your mind was screaming to run, but your body refused to move. If anything it craved it, screaming at you to say yes to Pierre, to be owned by him thoroughly.

"What's choice?" Shaky hands you feel for the door handle, watching as his eyes darken they become cold and void of emotions. Fingers playing with the handle you find the lock.

The sound of it locking, has Pierre's eyes soften as a kind smile replaces itself on his lips. "That's my good girl." His hands let go of your face, seeing bruises of his fingers already forming he frowns, having left marks.

"Come with me." He whispers, pulling you down the dark hallway, and away from the door, away from your freedom.

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 fandom #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 imagine #formula one #f1 scenario #pierre gasly f1 #f1 pierre gasly #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly fanfic #dark!pierre gasly #dark!f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 angst #tw: unhealthy relationship #tw: dark content #tw: dark fic #tw: dark themes

[devotion-ismy-emotion]

Oh you love me?

Let me put this tracker in your neck then.

#lovesick #obsessive love #possessive love #obsessive love disorder #bpd yandere #yancore #yandere vent #toxic love #unhealthy relationship #stalking is a love language #tw stalking #yandere blog

[sourlove]

YANDERE KING PART II 👑(GN READER)

TW: OBSESSION, YANDERE THEMES, JEALOUSY, VIOLENCE, IMPLIED TORTURE

READ PART 1 HERE

You had never heard a room fall silent the way it did when you stepped in.

It was lunchtime and King Henry had demanded politely requested that you join him and some foreign dignitaries for a meal in the grand hall. However, none of the aforementioned were present. Instead, the Queen and her servants stared at you coldly as you halted by the entrance.

"Good afternoon, Your majesty," you greeted with a bow. "My apologies for-"

"You. Come here." The hall was empty, so the Queen's voiced echoed, coldly.

You glanced up and nervously stepped towards her. The head butler stood there as well, but he sneered at you when you looked at him. Queen Penelope's maids, two nasty girls who constantly tried to make your life miserable, began to whisper to themselves, eyes trained on your neck. Actually, you noticed that all of them seemed to be looking at your neck.

With a sinking feeling, you looked down at the garishly ornate necklace the King insisted you wear to lunch.

"It's the same color as my eyes. I want you to wear it and think of me," Henry had whispered into your ear as he clasped it around your neck. You hadn't thought much of it and had just planned to wear it for the afternoon and stuff it in a drawer with all the other gifts Henry had forced on you.

"That necklace, where did you get it from?" the Queen asked stiffly. Her face gave away nothing but disgust and hatred for you.

"Ah, this? It was His majesty that gave it to me, Your majesty," you replied, reaching up to touch the giant chunk of sapphire swinging from the thick gold chain.

"Liar!" One of the maids cried. "It is the same one the King gave Her Majesty on their wedding night! The one that went missing!"

The temperature suddenly dropped as you realized the situation you had just walked into. You opened your mouth to defend yourself but nothing came out, making Queen Penelope snap in anger.

"You dare try to make excuses? Hold them down!"

The two maids immediately grabbed your arms, fingernails painfully digging into your skin. The butler scoffed, "Of course someone of your status would resort to theft."

The Queen roughly yanked the necklace off you. "A filthy concubine," she hissed. "Dares to sneak around my chambers? You must think you can get away with anything just because you're warming the King's bed. But let me tell you something." She lowered her voice as if she were sharing a secret. "He will soon tire of you, and I will take great pleasure in dealing with you the same way I dealt with others who dared to think they were beyond their station."

You licked your lips shakily and stammered out, "Y-your majesty, I swear there must have been some kind of mistake. Hen-The King truly gave me that necklace! I would never dare to-"

Her rings caught on your face when she hit you and you stumbled back, only held up by her giggling maids. A warm, metallic taste filled your mouth. Blood. "How dare you speak his name?! You will regret ever crawling into his bed, you vile wench!"

She raised her her hand again to land another blow until a booming voice froze everyone in place.

"What is going on here?!"

Henry looked furious as he stormed into the grand hall, closely followed by an entourage of people; guards, servants and the dignitaries you were supposed to have lunch with. Before you could even begin to feel embarrassed, the maids holding you fled to stand behind their mistress, leaving you to stagger into Henry's arms.

His blue eyes scanned you and took in your bruised face, his face twisting into an expression you had never seen before. "Penelope!" he barked. "What is the meaning of this? Explain yourself immediately!"

The Queen balked at the face of his pure, unadulterated rage, but still pointed an accusatory finger at you. "My necklace! Th-they stole it from my chambers and paraded around claiming that you gave it to them!" All of a sudden, she burst into tears and you gaped at her. Who exactly was the victim here? "I-I just lost my temper, because that necklace is so dear to me! You gave it to me as a wedding gift!"

You could already feel the nasty looks being sent in your direction and shrunk back. Henry looked down at your trembling form and bloody mouth, seemingly unaffected by Queen Penelope's tears.

"Let me see the necklace," he commanded. The head butler stepped forward with the cause of all your problems and bowed to the King, handing it to him. Henry turned it over in his hand and chuckled dryly. "You foolish woman."

This seemed to surprise everyone, for the King was known for being kind and peaceful. "Y-your majesty?"

Henry flipped the sapphire pendant, revealing the gold backing on which your initials were carved. The Queen was at a lost for words and her mouth opened and closed multiple times without saying a word.

The butler stepped in for his mistress. "Your majesty, there is a chance they could have engraved it themself after they stole it!"

Henry cocked his head and hummed. "There is a chance. A very slim one, considering I was the one who engraved their initials myself." He stroked your hair soothingly. "I didn't want there to be any confusion between the two so this was a precaution. Had I known that the Queen would be so willing to strike my concubine over such a small issue, I would have been more careful."

"Your majesty!" A knight ran into the room, holding up a familiar object. "We found the Queen's necklace in the head butler's quarters!"

The man gasped and shook. "Framed! I've been framed!" He dropped to his knees as the guards surrounded him. "Your majesty, please believe me!"

Henry barely spared him a glance. "Take him to the dungeons and have him whipped. Such is the punishment for a thief." He turned to the Queen who paled in fear but Henry wasn't done. "Take the maids too. Cut off the hands that dared to hurt what is mine."

They screamed as they were dragged away, pleading for mercy, and you winced. Henry turned to reschedule his lunch meeting with the dignitaries as if it were nothing, as is he didn't just order for people to be tortured. The events of the day started to catch up to you and you swayed in Henry's grasp.

He swooped you into a bridal carry immediately, barking orders to call a physician. He cast a final glance back at the Queen who had just watched her most loyal servants be taken away. Tears, perhaps real ones this time, filled her eyes.

Henry turned back to you. "Lock the Queen in her chambers until further notice. She has done enough damage today."

"Your majesty! Your majesty, you cannot do this to me! I am your Queen!"

Her cries were cut off as the doors to the grand hall slammed shut. Henry strode quickly to you chambers, lips pressed in a thin line.

"...I'm fine, Henry," you said softly. You knew calling him by his name would calm him down from the thoughts in his head. He glanced down at you.

"She hit you."

"But it's not serious. I will heal very soon."

Henry shook his head in frustration. He said no more until you were tucked in bed, after being thoroughly examined by the palace physician. After the old man had given you some medicine and left, the King crawled into your bed. "I'm sorry, my love."

You patted his hand tiredly. You wished he would leave you to sleep in peace, but that didn't seem like it was going to happen. "It's not your fault, Henry. It's not like you planned this."

When Henry said nothing, you turned to find a look in his eyes that made you sit up straight, sleepiness fading away. "I didn't think she would hit you-" he began but you cut him off.

"Is that why you insisted I wear it to lunch? Did you plan this whole affair to humiliate me?"

"You don't understand, I did it for you! To help you establish your place in the palace!"

"As what? As your bed warmer? The King's whore? Is that what you wanted?" You glared at him. "Why can't you understand that there is simply no place for me here. Not when I was forced to be here."

"...you're right."

You glanced at him, frowning in confusion but Henry was staring into space, lost in his thoughts. "It's too dangerous for you here. Who knows what that woman will do to hurt you?"

"Are you-are you saying that I can go home?" You couldn't help feeling hopeful of returning to your old life but that feeling soon crashed down when Henry smiled.

"I can't just let you go, my love," he chuckled, pulling you closer to him. "But I will take you somewhere you never have to go through anything like this ever again."

Later on, you would wonder if anyone ever questioned your disappearance or if Henry had spread some story to stop them from searching for you. Either way, it's not like anything that happened outside of the safehouse mattered. It was your only home now.

And the only thing you needed to concern yourself with was loving your King and serving him, and only him, until death do you part.

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A/N: Please like, reblog and leave a comment if you enjoyed this! Feel free to request any headcanons for this character but I might not write anymore full fledged fics of Henry for a while lol.

@pinkrose1422 @justabratsworld

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[mhathotfic]

Mmm older stepbrother! Touya who’s such a bad influence on his new stepsister. She could have tried to bond with any of the other three Todoroki siblings, but she’s just 18 and still in her bad boy phase and so transfixed on the tall punk with more piercings than redeeming qualities.

He’s fully aware too, and ooh does he love that naive little angel’s attention. It’s fun playing with them when they don’t know any better yet.

He tells them how pretty girls like her shouldn’t be held up at home only to study things they already know. That she should let him teach how to have some real fun. He sneaks her out to parties, pretends he doesn’t notice them stealing his drinks or the clumsy way she tried to grind on him.

He teaches her hair to do all those naughty little things good girls like her don’t do and promised to keep it between them if she does.

#bnha dabi #mha dabi #tw toxic relationship #tw unhealthy power dynamic #tw manipulation #tw pseudocest #thirst post

[writingforatwistedworld]

Could I request a self aware neige reacting to us being the definition of a Disney princess? Thanks and have a good day

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsession, possessive behavior, manipulation, poison, unhealthy relationship

Player is the definition of a Disney princess

Neige is already pretty naive (if you ask me) but even he had to do a double take when he witnessed you first hand

Animal magnet? Yes. Sunlight that hits you softly from the side like a well-meant cushion thrown by a passive-aggressive friend? Mhm. Choirs of angels in his head? They are living in there without paying rent

Even Neige is somewhere deep down like “mum, easy to abduct, just need sum cookies”

But we don't talk about his darker thoughts here (or at least not yet, point eight should start to get not do cuddly)

I wouldn't be surprised if RSA had something like “save the maiden in danger”-classes

Even if they don't, he will still somehow end up with you on a white horse riding into the sunset

I mean, hello? You thought he will leave alone? Just like that? (He hit you on the head or what??!)

When he saw you for the first time he was weary

Why did you seem so familiar... OH F-*insert un-princely vocabulary* YOU ARE THE OVERSEER!

But then again, how could you not be?

Just look at all the animals. The world is literally fighting for your attention!

So after mister “not so innocent innocence” finally decided that you are the one he always wants to be with he might do some things not so good for his reputation if his fans ever were to find out... unknowingly of course (does that make things better or worse?)

All I can say is, you, the innocent somehow seen as almighty cinnamon roll, believes every word he wipers into your ear

How ironic, Snow White is poisoning you this time... just without the apple and more with words

Before you know it you think that your friends are actually laughing all the gone about you and only see you as a fool

But no need to worry! He is here! Just for you! All you need to do is take his hand and follow him! I just don't know if you will ever see another human soul beside his own after that

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #twst #twst neige #twst x reader #yandere neige #yandere neige leblanche #neige x reader #neige leblanche #neige leblanche x reader #tw: yandere #tw: obsession #tw: possessive behavior #tw: manipulation #tw: poison #tw: unhealthy relationship #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland neige

[nerdy-hyperfixations]

Made this quite a bit ago, and you see the part that says “if I continue to care I’ll never post this”? …I continued to care 😭😭😭😭 so it will remain unfinished I guess lol

The original caption for this was gonna be “watch the way I draw Wallace change every two seconds because I can’t draw him consistently to save my life” or something like that lol.

#scott pilgrim #wallace wells #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim fanart #scott pilgrim vs the world #other scott #alcohol #alcoholism #tw vomit #also if I had a nickel for every favorite character I had that had an unhealthy relationship with alcohol I’d have THREE NICKLES #WHICH IS CONCERNING BECAUSE AS A KID I WOULD OBSESS OVER DRINKING WINE #AND THEN VODKA #‘mami when I grow up I wanna be an alcoholic’ aa kid #wtf is wrong with me 😭😭😭