#tw toxicity

[sant-riley]

[Ghost with OFC!Reader who has a toxic family] [p1 of ?]

A/N: straight up this is self indulgent/me projecting (like all my work is) bc it's comforting for me to imagine that I have someone to protect me from life bc wow this shit sucks. Not tagging anyone due to this potentially being triggering.

CW: toxic family dynamics, swearing, mental illness, simping, age gaps, definitely not professional, Ghost punches someone (let me know if there's anything else)

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Now I don't even have to say that Simon is extremely sensitive when it comes to family, especially since he himself grew up in a toxic environment. He knows the signs because they're the signs he saw in his day to day life.

He knew something was up when you never want to go home when breaks come, any young Rookie is usually bouncing off the walls to go see their loved ones but you? You almost look depressed at the thought. Ghost may tell people he has a cold heart, but not when it comes to you. You wormed your way into his chest next to that said cold heart and now he can't help but worry. You're too young to have probably been in a place on your own, so no choice but to go back to the family home. He was in your shoes once, he too had joined the military to find a way out.

Ghost doesn't speak to people off duty, never has but things have changed. You, Soap, Gaz, Price? You all are the closest thing he will ever have to a family again, so against his better and usual judgment, he asks you if you'd like to stay with him at one of his safe houses.

"Runt, do you....for fucks sake, do you want to come back with me? Stay with me until our next mission."

"Oh! No, I'm fine Ghost, I'm alright to go home."

A smile on your lips but it doesn't reach your eyes. He feels his own turn down into a grimace.

"Teds, stop the shit for a second, yeah? I see that look on your face, you don't want to go back there."

He rests a skeleton glove covered hand on your shoulder, caressing the skin there with a thumb graze.

"I don't want to be a bother.'"

"You're never a bother sweetheart, c'mon then."

~

Staying with Ghost is, different to say the least. He takes you to his home in Manchester and goddamn the place is barely lived in, the only place that look used is his kitchen. He really lets you have free reign of the place, the only room not allowed is his bedroom. Not because he doesn't trust you rather it's just a personal thing.

Overtime the place filled with little traces of you, your hair ties liter the counters and tables, your laughter in the other room while you scroll on your phone. Hearing your footsteps run to area of the house so you can show him said video, the groceries you buy once you learn Ghost solely lives off of take out.

"Are you serious?"

"I work out to balance it."

"Ghost-"

It warms his chest to see you show so much concern over him, a man 6'4 who could easily snap your neck. He rustles your hair with a deep chuckle.

You try and not encroach on his space but he finds that he likes it. He likes seeing your shoes next to his at the doorway, he likes seeing you cook in his kitchen, he likes seeing you wake up groggy with crust in your eyes. He loves it all. Though he'd never admit it.

You make his house, now his home feel so much warmer and brighter. You insist on catching him up to the newest movies and shows, forcing him to sit down next to you to watch the newest Marvel movie while he pretends he hates it. He makes jokes in between that he could do better than that and that if he were there, he'd just put a bullet between the enemies eyes.

Seeing you fall asleep on his shoulder brings a peace to him, his arm around your shoulders as you nuzzle in closer. He doesn't deserve this, he doesn't deserve you. But he's gonna pretend he does, just for a little while longer.

~

Imagine his surprise when he meets your family for the first time. You had wanted to go home and get some things to bring back to his place so he came with you on a flight since he knows you don't care for air travel by yourself.

Ghost was used to his presence scaring people and warding people off. He knows how to keep people in line, its been his job for as long as he could care to remember. So he wasn't expecting them to treat you so horribly in front of him. Really, what'd they expect to happen. First mistake.

It's such a stark contrast you are in this place, from base, the field, to the woman in front of him. You curl into yourself, hands cracking in your hoodie pockets as you sit there and just take it, waiting for a break so you can speak. You're not looking at him or even making an attempt to talk back.

Ghost knows you're grown, he knows it's not his place but he feels his blood pressure get higher and higher as they scream and belittle you for things out of your control, your looks, your weight, telling to come back home, to leave the military, anything and everything under the sun. Second mistake. He can feel his knuckles turn a stark white under his gloves and it isn't until your sibling gets up in your face with a hand raised that he springs into action. Third mistake. Ghost is a big man, but he moves fast and unexpectedly.

Before he registered it, your sibling is on the floor clutching their stomach after being gut punched. He hears them heaving while trying to curse him out, looking up with him with hatred. Simon wants to take his heavy steel toed boot and kick the fuckers face. Hell, he wants to beat the ever living shit out of every single person in this fucking house. To think they can treat you like this? Over his dead body.

He hears your parents screaming about how dare he and that he's fucking insane but when he turns to look around at you, he sees you staring up at him with tear filled eyes and a whisper of thank you. In that moment he knows, he knows he'd do just about anything for you. He shoots a withering glare at your parents

"We're taking her shit and leaving." He barks out, his eyes burning a hole in their heads while they shakily nod and avoid looking at either of you.

Ghost grabs your hand and leads you towards your bedroom where he grabs anything he can bag and helps you stuff all your belongings into it, making sure you have everything until the room is completely cleared out.

Shuffling the bags on his arms, he holds your hand again and intertwines your fingers, gently pulling you out the house and towards the rental truck. Not taking one glance at the so called family watching you two.

"You're staying with me from now on, got it runt?"

The smile on your face is so bright when you say "Of course, L.T."

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[certifiedwhore4slashers]

Yandere! Billy Loomis Headcanons

He’s definitely a possessive and manipulative yandere. And very toxic. He’d try to manipulate you away from your friends. Making you think they were bad influences.

Even more so if they disapprove of your relationship with him. But he also is an obsessive type of yandere who is unwilling to let you go. So be prepared for that.

Has Mommy issues so his obsessive and slightly clingy tendencies come from that.

Will kill anyone who even looks at you the wrong way.

Extremely controlling. But will manipulate and gaslight you because he is 100% a gaslighter and manipulator.

He’d come off as a sweet and understanding boyfriend if you’re a bit more reluctant towards intimacy but in time will either force you or at least guilt trip you into being intimate.

Unlike Sidney he genuinely cares for you and stalks follows you to be sure you’re safe constantly even if you don’t know it.

Anyone who flirts with you is dead. Besides Stu, the only reason he hasn’t killed him is because he’s apart of the plan.

He doesn’t like the idea of you finding out he’s ghostface so if you do, he’ll gaslight you so you don’t think he is.

Isolates you from your friends as I said before, because they think he’s a bad and toxic boyfriend. Billy? No. He’s an amazing boyfriend and you somehow believe him.

He’s one of the worst yanderes to deal with.

#billy loomis x reader #yandere billy loomis #tw toxicity #tw toxic relationship #tw yandere #scream x reader #yandere scream #gn!reader

[moonybug444]

toxic thoughts with connie<33

tw toxic relationships/lowkey abuse?? | connie grabs you by your hair n threatens ya | mean connie☹️☹️

thinkin about connie n you being in a toxic lil on and off relationship. calling it quits every other day cuz youre just so bad for eachother.

you guys are screaming n throwing shit at eachother every chance you get. but its never your fault, no its always connies.

“youre a fuckin idiot (y/n),” he takes another drag from the blunt in his hand, “‘nd you’ve got one more time to raise your voice at me before i come over there and beat the shit outta you.”

its just a threat. an empty fucking threat, you know it is, but glancing up at him shirtless, muscles bulging with nothing but his plaid blue boxers on and a mean glare on his face. you cant help that chilling shiver that goes down your spine.

“m’not—dont call me that!”

“maybe than, lets see…” he lets out a mocking loud laugh, “dont fucking act like one?” you hate how he wants to make you cry. how he wants to see you act a mess. how he does everything in his power to upset you. and you hate he he almost always wins. always pulls a reaction out of you.

you feel the tears spill over your cheeks before you can even try n hold em in and you do everything in your power to not just flop down on his clean grey carpet and roll around and curse him. thats what connie springer does to you.

“‘m so fuckin done with you,” you pull up the strap of the lightpink nightgown silk dress connie gifted you as a im sorry for fucking up, again gift that just flops right back off your shoulder, “nd m’serious hic this time, you wont every hear from me again.”

bullshit. you know its bullshit. and it pains you to admit, but you dont think you’ll ever truly be done with connie springer.

connie sits up at that. intrigued. “oh really?” he’s putting his joint out in the ass-shaped ashtray he stole from jean and scratching his hickey covered neck (from guess who) and you can tell hes not taking you seriously. he never does.

his tone is mocking when he huffs out, “go ‘head, y’know where the fucking door is dum-dum.” he’s grabbing the remote, just about to turn on somethin other than the lame shit playing on tv before your throwing one of your bunny slippers directly at his face.

atleast you tried hitting direct. it barely grazes his ear but youre still satisfied when you see his scrunched up face.

and you know hes real mad. his handsome face is turning red at the minute and hes grabbing the slipper from his side before heading towards you.

you try to get away quick, little feet making it maybe two steps out the room before hes grabbin you by the hair and pulling you towards the ground. “ow—connie,” here come the tears again, “s-stop..! let go of me!”

“stop all that fucking crying before i really give you some shit to cry about,” hes letting go of your hair and turning around before your shoving him from behind, trying to get even. “dont fucking touch me! i dont fucking care—” he cuts you off, “shut the fuck up. my gosh.” and hes turning around, grabbing you by your now scrunched up nightgown and pulling you real close to his face.

he can see how upset you are. the tears streaming down your puffy face, your brows all furrowed and all the hiccups coming from your swollen, wobbly lip. sometimes yeah, he does feel bad for how he treats you. the random disappearing days when he knows how much you depend on him, the name-calling even though he knows you cry over every-fucking-thing, the pushes and the shoves knowing your barely half his size. all of it.

still he cant help it. maybe theres something wrong with him. he doesnt know and he doesnt really care. he knows you wont leave so what the fuck, why would he stop?

“look at you,” he takes the hand that isnt practically raising you up to your tippytoes and cups your face, running his thumb over your bottom lip, “your the prettiest girl in the world y’know that? too bad your a crazy bitch.”

>_<

its only like an hour later n youve forgotten all about the petty fight with your boyfriend. forgot that you threw the slipper at him cause he was being sneaky with his phone nd refused to let you see it. dont care tho. you love him again.

“feels so good baby,” he groans, pushing in n out of your slippery pussy with his thick cock, “i love you so much…y’know that?”

you’re being shuffled down towards his standing form some more, ass hanging off of the bed and pushing against fat balls that are pat, pat, patting against your squishy thighs.

“yesyesyes, love you—i-i love you!” you dont even know what the fuck your saying—cant process anything but the feeling of his fat cock stuffing you full. hes so deep n you and its hard to even breathe. feel like hes up your nose.

“s’deep connie ngh…m’cummin again,” youre looking up at him. watching his pretty eyes open n close again n again. watching him bite his saliva covered lips and waching his button nose scrunch up in pleasure. your eyes flick down to obvious bulge in your tummy and you mewl wrapping your legs around his moving hips. trapping him.

your pussy is so fucking greedy, suckin him in again n again and she still cant get enough. connies bringing his hand down and pushing right on that bulge in your pretty tummy that has you both whining. looking you right in the eyes, “go ‘head princess,” and he giggles when you let out the sluttiest little moan, “that feel good huh?”

youre whining out the loudest connnieee follwed by some praise before your squirting all over him, getting both your tummies soaked up and making a mess all over his dark blue bedsheets.

hes following close after with an annoyingly sexy, fuuuck baby and coming right in your swollen pussy.

youre so tired. can hardly open your eyes when you feel connie already pulling out of you to go clean you up. grabbing one of his freshly cleaned sweat towels usually reserved for basketball, crouching down and dabbing it around your messy pussy.

“there you go princess,” hes speaking not to you, but to your cunt, “good as new.” hes leaving a big wet kiss to your pussy like he always does, standing right after and hovering over you to leave an even wetter kiss to your abused lips, throwing the towel somewhere across the room.

>_<

your cozily straddling connie in his bed, being lulled to sleep by his fingers smoothing over your hair.

hes smoking again, cautious enough to not blow it in your face though—he knows you hate smoke—thats only for when he wants to piss you off. you hear him clear his throat.

“m’gonna stop this baby,” hes smoothing over the same roots of your hair he tugged on earlier, “m’serious, no more of this arguing shit,” he grabs your face, pushing your lips into a pout. “ill do better.”

yeah fucking right. you both know thats bullshit. you guys ‘ll be back at all the screaming n yelling tomorrow.

#can you tell im not that good at smut #connie smut #connie springer #connie x reader #aot smut #tw toxic relationship #tw toxicity #connie springer smut #toxic!connie

[writingquestionsanswered]

hello! i was wondering if you knew how i could write a character who starts off good and everything but just with this slight jealously but slowly grows extremely envious over the course of the story and slowly has their good traits overshadowed by this overwhelming envy? as someone who doesn’t really feel that way towards others i find it hard to imagine envy being so all consuming that it becomes someone’s downfall

Jealousy Causes "Good to Bad" Arc for Character

[Trigger warning for toxic/abusive behaviors...]

First, it's important to note that jealousy and envy are not the same thing and are not interchangeable...

Jealousy is about people/relationships, and is rooted in fear of losing that person or relationship. It can include fear the relationship will become less important to the other person, fear someone else will take away the connection with the other person, and fear of being replaced by someone else in that person's life.

Envy is about things... possessions, qualities, or achievements, and is rooted in a fear of never having that thing for ourselves.

So, you would be jealous that your co-worker bestie has been hanging out more with another co-worker lately, but you would be envious of that co-worker's recent promotion that you wanted for yourself.

I'm not sure if your question is specific toward envy, jealousy, or both, but I'll do the best I can to answer with both in mind.

In reference to jealousy: it's interesting to note that jealousy is hard-wired into our brains, and is believed to be a throwback to early humanity when jealousy served as a tool to help us preserve beneficial relationships.

It's also important to note that jealousy occurs in the emotion centers of the brain, which is wired separately from the reasoning centers of our brain, allowing emotion to override logic where jealousy is concerned. For that reason, when jealous feelings occur, it's important to identify them and deal with them appropriately. Otherwise, the feelings can snowball into intense emotions and behavior.

For the purpose of the following: A = jealous character, B = loved one, C = other person

1 - Noticing B + C Situation and Feeling Jealousy - This is obviously step one, having them notice B + C's interactions and feeling slight jealousy.

2 - Attempt to Identify and Deal Appropriately with Jealous Feelings - Normal identification and appropriate dealing with jealous feelings looks like this: paying attention to what thoughts/feelings are occurring and why, turning focus inward to examine self's role in why things are changing, taking own insecurities into account, opening up and addressing situation with person or someone else, opting for trust, staying calm. So, in the "slight jealousy" phase, you can have them go through these steps and come to a place where they temporarily feel better.

3 - Failing to Identify and Deal Appropriately with Jealous Feelings - But as things between B + C evolve, or as A perceives an evolution taking place (even if it's not), they begin to drop the ball on these points of identification and analysis. They fail to recognize their growing jealousy, they they fail to question why these feelings are occurring and analyze what their own role might be, they ignore their own insecurities--and potentially do things that cause these insecurities to get worse--choose not to opt for trust, and slowly lose their grip on calm.

4 - Unchecked Jealousy Becomes Toxic - A becomes suspicious of B (and possibly C), constantly doubts them, constantly doubts self (if there are echoes of reason trying to come through), constantly doubts others speaking reason, are unable to trust B or C, become so afraid of betrayal they're constantly on the lookout for it, become preoccupied with B and C (where they are, what they're doing, who they're with, etc.), hover over B and C when able to.

5 - Toxic Behavior Turns Abusive and Dangerous - They begin to stalk B and/or C, begin to attempt to control B and/or C, try to bait and entrap B and/or C to "catch them" in acts of "betrayal," engaging in emotional and/or physical abuse and/or abduction and/or false imprisonment, etc.

In reference to envy: you'll want to start with establishing A's dissatisfaction with their own life. What is it they're lacking? Financial success? Business success? Political success? Popularity? A certain title or position?

Next, you'll want to establish which character/s have the thing/s they're lacking. Maybe B has the financial success A so badly wants. Maybe C got the promotion they wanted. Maybe D has the social popularity A wishes they had.

Now, you'll establish A's belief that they themselves are more deserving of these things than the characters who have them, along with dissatisfaction and bitterness with those things being given to the "undeserving."

Over time, the envy will become increasingly more toxic. They will refuse to congratulate the achievements of the people they envy, refuse to celebrate their successes, downplaying those successes, express unhappiness when the others succeed, experience joy when the others fail, preoccupation with what others are doing, constant scrutiny/judgement of what others are doing, becoming upset (and eventually even enraged) when others compliment them, spreading rumors or lies about the others in an attempt to downplay or delegitimize their successes. In extreme cases, this may lead to similar behaviors as seen in #4 and #5.

Happy writing!

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[the-herdier]

Jean being there when Harry smashed that guy's kneecaps. Jean purposely not attempting to restrain his partner due to his own shortcomings at the time. This being something the both of them would later come to regret, to the point where it was a sore spot Harry would jab at when he was drunk and angry and wanted to say something that would hurt Jean.

#disco elysium #jean vicquemare #harry du bois #the unsolveable case #angst #tw toxicity #in my mind they're able to repair their relationship in the end if Harry stops drinking #but for a while they were the pair that loved each other but also knew exactly what to say to make the other hurt the most

[sunshine-on-marz]

QUACKITY X MALE READER ON VALENTINES DAY:DD

UGH I LOVE BIG Q, this isn’t exactly what you asked for but CREATIVE LIBERTY IS IMPORTANT-

Tw(?): toxic ex implied

Be Mine?

Quackity knew you’d just gotten out of a relationship before Christmas, but he also knew that you were the only person he’d ever fall for. So, dispite you sitting across the room from him, he sent you a text. “Be my valentine?” You nearly dropped your phone. Shocked you looked up at him and he smiled with a nod. Immediately you shot up and walked over to him, sitting on the couch next to the man and curling into his side. Silently, as if it was second nature, he put an arm around you and held your hand. In a whisper he asked “be mine?” The two words set off something that you didn’t know existed. Nodding and mumbling “yes yes yes” you hugged him impossibly closer. The man placed his chin on your head and rubbed your back. “It’s ok y/n, it’s ok. Breathe Mi Amor, deep breaths, I’ve got you.” His hands were shaking from his nerves, but he could put that aside to dry your tears. He knew your ex was bad, but he didn’t realize the damage he’d done until you let out a broken, shaking breath and whispered “please don’t get with me if you’re gonna leave”. The boy held your face in his hands “the day I leave you is the day I die”. With a smile, you hugged him, this time without tears. You now had a valentine and a smile.

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WOOOOOO I LOVE THIS

#dsmp #dsmpblr #dsmp x reader #dsmp x gender neutral reader #writing #quackity x you #dsmp quackity #quackity #quackity x y/n #quackity x reader #tw toxicity

[lunaekalenda]

idea based off some tiktok i came across lol // nsfw // also, toxicity from both parts so please be careful, possessiveness, jealousy and a lot more things i don't support but please remember this is fiction // should this be tagged as dark content tho? tagging it in case

you enjoy filming tiktoks as much as your dear eren loves to ruin them. you know your fame will be only increasing if you show more than expected, and that's why crop tops and low jeans are your main choices to reacord. you know eren doesn't like that, you showing too much and specially whenever you record in front of him, trying to get a reaction, a word, something that might show his possessive self you know it's deep inside his head. today you're also recording in front of him, with those jeans he likes and the crop top that leaves nothing to imagination and, putting yourself in front of him, who's sitting on your bed scrolling through any social app that instantly loses interest, you put your phone to record. it's true that you're not used to tiktoks with this type of dances -more sensual, attractive.- and, of course, eren isn't to. the thought of so many guys and girls looking at you dance, being able to see the tummy he likes to kiss and the underboob that gets him crazy is starting to make him act. leaving the phone to a side and getting closer to the edge of the bed, you can see clearly reflected on the recording how his big hands caress your sides to end covering you, sneaking through your tummy and grabbing your breast under the t-shirt, while his legs are open at both sides of your body and his breath is on your lower back. his hands make your movement stop as the video keeps filming. eren talks in a husky, deep voice, against your skin, sending shivers up your spine.

"let's see, pretty. i thought you wanted to be mine, didn't you? then fucking obey and keep any inch of skin only to my eyes."

#eren smut #eren x you #eren x reader #eren x y/n #aot smut #aot x reader #snk smut #snk x reader #eren jaeger smut #tw possessiveness #tw toxicity #tw: dark content

[atwistedandbrokentale]

A BURNING DESIRE

My first fanfic! I’m quite proud of it. Now please read the tags and make sure what you’re getting into. With that being said, enjoy!

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Squidward knocked impatiently on the door. He did not want to be here right now. All he wants is to get his vacuum cleaner back. It’s been a week since Spongebob “borrowed” (read: stole) it and his statues were getting dusty. As he stood there waited for Spongebob to answer, he thought about how weird Spongebob was acting this last week. Sure he was always weird but lately it's like someone cranked up to a hundred.

He seemed much more quiet than usual. Squidward would normally find this a blessing but it instead creeped him out. When Patrick told him that the studio that made Mermaidman and Barnacle boy comics released an in memoriam comic that would “send our favorite superheroes off in a blaze of glory”, all Spongebob did was ask when he could get off work and when he was told he’d have a 17 unpaid overtime shift, he was only mildly annoyed about the inconvenience.

The Spongebob Squidward knew would cry loudly and try to find a way to somehow both work and go to the comic book store at the same time. It would have been annoying but that’s what SpongeBob did. The door opened. A yellow sponge stood there, staring at him with an odd expression on his face. He seemed empty yet excited at the same time. “Hello Squidward.” He said rather softly. Squidward tried to shrug it off. “SpongeBob, can I have my vacuum back? It’s been a week.” The sponge smiled creepily. “Oh of course. Come on in..”

Squidward hesitantly went inside. The living room was dimly lit, looking like a dump. The tv showed a Kelpy G performance. “I didn’t know you like Kelpy G.” The sponge kept staring at him. “Oh I’ll like everything you’d like.” he said. Squidward wasn’t sure how to feel about this. He knew Spongebob wanted to be his friend but this felt too far. He cleared his throat nervously. “So, uh about that vacuum?..” The sponge didn’t show it but he was quite annoyed with this. With a forced smile, he chipperly said, “oh. Yes. It’s in.. the hallway closet.”

Squidward walked away, looking at the sponge with a worrying look on his face. He saw a closed door. He figured this must be what the sponge was talking about. He opened the door to see paintings. His paintings. “Spongebob..” he asked. “Where did you get these?” He turned around to meet the sponge. The sponge held something behind his back. “I took them. I knew you wouldn’t give them to me so I went inside and I took them while you were sleeping”. He started to walk to Squidward who backed away slowly.

“Aren’t you glad? I really like your paintings because they’re paintings of you. I think you’re very beautiful” the sponge said, never raising his voice yet becoming ever more terrifying with each step. Squidward felt the wall bump into him. “Oh, r-really?” He stuttered out, afraid of what the sponge would do next. The sponge nodded. “I’ve always wanted to hang out with you but you’d always say no. So I figured if I took something of yours, you’d come to take it back.”

“But you’d never notice how your artwork started to disappear. So I took something I knew you would need.” Squidward looked up at him. He was forced to slide down in fear. “S-SpongeBob, what are you doing?” “Well I can’t let you leave now, silly.” The sponge said, malice laced in his voice. “You’d try to escape. I won’t let that happen.” The sponge revealed a bat from behind him. “SpongeBob, wait! Think about this!” Squidward yelled before covering his face as the bat started to slam on his body.

Squidward slowly opened his eyes. Everything hurt. Pain flowed through his veins. He looked down. Both his legs and his arms were broken and were sloppy bandaged. Squidward frowned. He knew it was the sponge who did this. Paralyzing him so he couldn’t escape. He tried to get up only to be met with agonizing pain. He almost screamed and was forced to sit back down.

That horrible sponge showed his face again. His smile seemed to be inhumanly huge, almost tearing off his face. “Careful Squiddy. You might hurt yourself again and we wouldn’t want that, would we?” He told Squidward, wanting to seem caring. But he clearly enjoyed seeing Squidward in pain. Seeing him fragile and weak. Squidward would need him now.

Squidward felt like he wanted to cry. He didn’t know what he did to deserve this. He pleaded with the sponge, “Spongebob, why are you doing this? You were never like this before! You were just mildly annoying!” At this, the sponge softened up, clearly wanting to confront Squidward. But it just creeped out Squidward even more. The sponge leaned down closer to him, smiling all the while.

“But I always like this, Squiddy. I was always obsessed with you. Your clarinet playing, your artwork, your dancing. All of it. And you couldn’t stand me. You’d degrade me. You hated me. It was wonderful.” The sponge started to slowly stroke Squidward’s face. Squidward hated the touch but could do nothing to stop him.

“Whenever I was near you I felt something. It would consume me. At first I didn’t know what it meant but now I know what it was. It was love. Oh I love you, Squiddy! I need to be with you. I need to be at your side forever. But that won’t be enough. It never would be. No, I need more.” Squidward couldn’t believe it. SpongeBob really felt like this? “W-what? What are you talking about?”

The sponge got a manic look on his face. It was a combination of soft comforting and insatiable obsession. His eyes transformed to be heart shaped. It would be cute if it weren’t so horrifying. “I need to be one with you. It's only the way we’ll truly be together. When your heart beats, my heart will beat. When you breathe, I will breathe. You will be my oxygen, I will be your blood. We will be perfect together.”

Squidward wanted to cry, to scream, to do anything. “SpongeBob, please! Are you-is this because I said no to jellyfishing? I’ll-I’ll go jellyfish with you! Right now! We can go right now!” The sponge laughed. “We can go jellyfishing whenever we want when we’re together. We’ll have no choice.”

The sponge walked to the kitchen. He opened up a drawer and pulled out a big knife. Squidward feared the worst. “What.. what are you doing?” The sponge grinned with that same intense obsession. “As a sponge, I can regenerate cells. If I put my head on your body, my cells will mold and fuse with yours. You’ll be healed and I’ll have you forever. It’ll be perfect.”

Squidward couldn’t believe it. He always felt something was off about SpongeBob but he never thought SpongeBob would be capable of such evil. His body started aching as he tried to turn around to meet his intense gaze. “Please don’t do this! I’ll do whatever you want just please leave me alone!” He felt his head pounding like a ton of bricks but he tried to stay awake. Even after all he’s done, he couldn’t stand to see Spongebob die.

“But I can’t leave you alone, silly.” The sponge laughed. “How else can I make sure you’ll be safe? How else can I make sure you’ll never push me away? This is the only way.” Squidward couldn’t bear to look at the horror. His eyes started to feel weary. He can’t black out now, not like this. The sponge noticed this and giggled. “Just go to sleep, little prince. Soon it’ll all be ok..” He pressed the knife to his flesh. His beaming smile being the last thing Squidward saw.

ONE WEEK AGO

Spongengebob was ecstatic. It’s been so long since he visited his parents. He can’t wait to see them again. He rang the bell for another delicious Krabby Patty. “Order up!” Squidward put his head over the window and grumply grabbed the sandwich. “Isn’t it great, Squidward? I get to-.” “Don’t talk to me.” Squidward shut him up. Spongebob wondered about Squidward. He didn’t want him to be left all alone. If he was Squidward, he’d want someone to play with him. He’d want another Spongebob.

That gave him an idea..

Spongebob started to grow a third arm. It grew like a tree branch before falling off. Spongebob watched happily as it expanded and tried to figure out its shape. It grew two eyes that looked around nervously. It started to shape into a square body. Two arms and two legs started to poke out the now solid form. It’s mouth started to form. “Welcome to the world!” Spongebob said excitedly. “What?” The other sponge said. “Who am I?” Spongebob bent down to help up the new sponge. “Well I’m not sure, that’s for you to decide.”

He stood up nervously. He looked at Spongebob and then at himself. He seemed in awe of himself. “So.. who are you?” The other sponge asked. Spongebob smiled. “Well I’m Spongebob! I work here at the greatest place in all the seven seas! The Krusty Krab!” Spongebob twirled around to show his enthusiasm. He took the other sponge’s hand. “Come with me.” He pulled on the other sponge and lead him to the door, where they peaked out and saw Squidward arguing with a customer.

While SpongeBob simply smiled, thinking nothing of it, the other sponge started to feel something. Seeing Squidward insult the customer, yelling and screaming without a hint of empathy. It was like a fire was lit in him. “Who is that?” He asked. “That’s Squidward, my best friend.” SpongeBob answered. “I’ll have to go soon and leave him all alone but I want you to take care of him.” The other sponge started to smile. It was his first one. “Why? Is he weak?”

SpongeBob, not really paying attention, simply answered, “well I wouldn’t say that but he’s definitely not exactly the strongest coral in the reef, if you know what I mean.” He laughed, not knowing how the other sponge took his words. He looked at Squidward, wondering what it would be like to be that customer. To be yelled at and to be humiliated. He shuddered with excitement at the thought.

SpongeBob grabbed his spare work hat and handed it to the other sponge. “Can't work here without a hat! It represents everything amazing about working at the greatest place on earth!” The other sponge couldn’t care less about the hat. He kept staring at Squidward. He liked the feeling he got when he did. He wondered what it was. SpongeBob put his hand on his heart and the other sponge confusingly did so as well.

Spongebob pulled out a book from nowhere. He flipped to a bookmarked page. “Do you soberly swear to uphold the spirit of the Krusty Krab? To put the customer first and promise fresh high quality products? To work with a smile on your face no matter what?” SpongeBob asked eagerly. The other sponge couldn’t care less about this grease trap but if working here means he can be close to Squidward, then he’d gladly never leave.

He’d stay by his side and watch him forever. Squidward won’t need to know. He’d stick to the shadows and make sure Squidward was safe. Squidward clearly can’t take care of himself. He’ll need someone to protect him. And the other sponge will be there, to take care of him. The other sponge enjoyed these thoughts. He won’t let Squidward go, he may squirm and fight but he’ll break eventually. The other sponge will be sure of it. He smiled once more, the sparks of obsession starting to flare.

“I do..”

🖤🗡️———-———-———-———-———-——🖤🗡️

(Disclaimer: the police busted in and arrested the faker before the real SpongeBob arrived, confused at what happened. Squidward was traumatized from the ordeal but did heal and recovered, eventually becoming able to hang around SpongeBob again. They aren’t together though)

#spongebob squarepants #spongebob #squidbob #spongebob x squidward #fan fiction #fanfic #oneshot #yandere #tw yandere #tw stalking #tw obsessive behavior #tw obsessive love #tw paranoia #tw abuse #tw toxic relationship #tw toxicity

[hatsampixie]

Welp, just found out that they’re making Velma and Daphne a couple with some toxic abusiveness to boot.

..And I thought Catradora and Stolitz was bad, this takes the cake.

Media, can we please stop justifying toxic abusive relationships in cartoon shows for one MOMENT? This is NOT okay.

And it’s a perfect summery of those writers’ storywriting skills as a whole: Terrible.

#toxic relationships #I have seriously HAD it with the enemies to lovers trope #Its anything BUT healthy #tw toxicity #velma 2023 #helluva boss #anti-netflix she ra #scooby doo #original scooby doo is best scooby doo #plus not everyone wants that stuff shoved down their throats

[mhathotfic]

No one would believe you if you told them Kirishima bullies you. Kiri? Big lovable dork Kirishima? The one who’s always so positive and friendly? That Kirishima? Why would you try to spread a rumor like that? Don’t you know how that could ruin his life?

No one believes you and that’s why he gets away with it. Sure he doesn’t call you names or harshly degrades you like Bakugou might, but he’s just so, so infantilizing towards you. It looked so sweet but he won’t let you do anything at all.

As soon as you try he’s right there snatching your autonomy away and condescendingly scolding you for not asking him for help, you know he means permission though. He’s made it closer he doesn’t want you to do anything without telling him exactly what you’re doing. He’ll find an excuse to get you alone later and toy with you as punishment you just know it.

#pretty petra #bnha kirishima #mha kirishima #bully kirishima #nsft post #tw toxicity #tw toxic relationship #tw bullying #implied #soft yandere

[moonybug444]

toxic!boyfriend connie who does not care!! even starts shit in front of his lil siblings :((

sunny n martin call you sissy🥹🥹n they call connie bubba!! tw both reader nd connie are lowkey abusive | name-calling | really toxic | reader may or may not be a cheater kinda left it at that.

you’re holding sunny’s tiny hand and adding the finally touches to her hello kitty themed nails, listening to her babble on nd on about this ‘cute boy from school’ n how her ‘hairs getting longer by the day’ n how shes just so excited to go shopping with you again.

you don’t mind though, in fact you love it. you’re glad she can pour her little heart out to you every once in a while when you come over. i mean she needs it, she’s technically always around boys. connie’s always got his friends over, n little martin—if not following connie around everywhere like a little puppy he’s at her hip yapping her ear off abt monster trucks and how he can do 3 pushups in a row now and as proud of him as she is, that’s definitely not what she wants to talk about.

she’s got a sparkle in her eye when you give her a cheery, ‘all done, girlfriend!’ and kiss her button nose.

she really does love you so much. she hates how mean connie can be to you sometimes.

no matter how much you try and hide it, she sees right past you. always giving you love filled hug.

connie’s walking in his little sisters room a beat later, little martin right by his side with his wolf plushy in hand. chubby cheeks dusting pink when he sees you. he’s just too darn cute. connies looking down at you n sunny sitting crisscross apple sauce on her frog shaped carpet with little nail stickers n gems scattered around.

“there you are,” he runs his hand over his tanned face, “been tryna keep ‘er all to yourself huh, sunny?” sunny giggles loud at that, popping up cheerfully n stomping over to connie.

“look what sissy did to my nails bubba!” she waves them in his face, cheeks clubbing up even more when she sees him look down at the nails, going into weird big brother mode.

hes grabbing her under her armpits and twirling her in the hair screaming that now shes ‘of the hello kitty royal family’ shes smiling impossibly wider and laughs along with martin and you.

you love how connie’s siblings excepted you almost immediately. moving from first name basis to the occasional nickname and then the sissy title fairly quick.

love how sunny’s always the first one to greet you when you step in their cozy home dragging you along, trying to spend all her time with you.

love how martin is always so much of a ‘gentleman’ to you—connie says you’re his first crush. you cant help but smile at that. ‘he’s always blabbing about you,’ connie’s mocks his baby brothers high pitch voice. ‘when’s sissy comin over connie, i wanna show her my new toy.’ and ‘m’movin away…gonna live with sissy!’

that should be enough for connie. enough for him to stop the name calling around them and the random arguements. turn on his filter at least a little!! but nope doesn’t matter when or where, when connie springer has something to get off his chest.

he’s gonna get it off n not think twice abt it.

>_<

connies laughing. laughing at you. it’s not genuine at all, he’s just trying to tick you off but it sure is working. you feel your face burning with every cackle that leaves his pink lips. acrylic nails digging into the cute mini skirt you've got on out of embarrassment.

he’s been going at it for some time now. you were upset because in the middle of chilling in the living room on the couch with sunny n martin—ponyo replaying on the tv for the nth time, he snuck up behind you, watching you scroll on depop looking at some new bikinis for a second before swiping it right outta your hand.

thinking it was just connie being silly, you ask for it back with a pretty grin on your face and a faux pout on your shiny plump lips.

but why does he look so mean? whys he chastising you for wanting your phone back? whys he embarrassing you and implying that you're a cheater in-front of his baby siblings?

because connie was bored.

‘why ya want it back so bad?’ he’s taking the hand not holding your phone and rubbing over his shabby overgrown buzz, putting on a huge smile for you before making a show of dropping it meanly. ‘got shit to hide?’

of course you don’t! you’re a lot of things but a cheater is certainty not on of them. and you tell him that.

he doesn’t listen though. pushes you down by the shoulders harshly when you try to reach up for your device and tells you ‘and stay down.’ like your some kinda dog or somethin. that’s the stuff that brings tears to your eyes.

>_<

hes not laughing as much anymore now. just letting out little giggles and trying to catch his breath. “you’re a crybaby. over a fucking joke. seriously are you—”

you keep reminding yourself that sunny n martin are watching. that you’re already a sobbing mess and you don’t need to embarrass yourself further in front of them. but all that goes out the window when hearing connie’s boisterous laugh grow louder.

“s’not about that connie! hic you-you dont fucking respect me…!” it’s true he doesn’t. you can tell he’s not even really listening to you right now, scrolling through the insta messages on your phone.

“not a fuckin cheater huh? what’s up with all the boys in your phone then huh slut?” he’s ducking the marc jacobs bag you throw at him just barely. there’s more tears pooling at your lash line. “don’ call me names you stupid asshole!” you're stomping over to him to do..something! you don't know yet, just know you wanna hurt him.

it takes a while for you to calm. connie has to hold you down after you’ve thrown half the shit in his living room at him n delivered one harsh slap to his face and scratching him up a bit. he’s calling you all sorts of names in the process. ‘slut, dumb-bitch, whore’ names that had sunny covering her little brother’s ears. it doesn’t help.

little martin’s brows are furrowed when his little sister jumps at a loud crash—its connie pushing you into the freshly restocked dishwasher, he looks up at his big sister, a pout on her lips and her little fists clenched and tucked to her sides.

connie tells them not to call anyone bad words. and if they do they’re reserved only for bad people. so martins confused.

“s’wrong sunny, big sissy’s not bad.”

>_<

you’re in connie’s room now, sitting on his bed watching him watch you. you look down.

you’ve calmed down but your still crying. connie’s wiping at your face and cooing at you. you feel your nails tighten in your skirt. he still has your phone—satisfied with the mini insta check he did—he placed it in the band of his boxers for now, he’ll check it better later. right now he needs to pacify his baby.

“s’just n-n-not fair hic connie..you take- hic take mine whenever, but hic m’not even allowed yours..” you’re nervous more than you should be, slowly looking up at his handsome face preparing for the worst. he’s already looking down, pulling you further in his lap. making sure to press a few kisses to your forehead.

“dont you ever do some shit like that in front of my siblings again,” he’s huffs, completely disregarding what you said. you wince when he’s tightening his grip on your hips and snarling at you, getting real close to your face, “all because you wanna be a fucking drama queen, you ruin the whole fucking day.”

you’re mad at him, so mad you cant help but start crying. again. you’re telling him how you didnt ruin the whole day..but your brains tellin you otherwise. theres snot coming down your nose when you tell him sorry and how you’ll never make a fuss about it again.

youre getting up heading to sunny and martin who are sitting in the kitchen, waiting for you n connie to come out the room holding hands like always.

but it’s just you with dried tears and a soft pout on your face. you’re bending down in front of them and they’re immediately pulling you into a calming hug.

>_<

you’re sleeping soundly in connie’s bed, pretty french toes peaking out of the big dark blue comforter draped over you. connie took a shower with you after completing ponyo again with sunny and little martin. you felt sleepy so he took you to his room and kissed you goodnight, promising your phone would be next to you when you woke up.

>_<

connie’s in the kitchen fridge door wide open with nothing but his plaid blue pj pants, drinking some of that good flavored coffee creamer n scratching the toned abs on his tummy, fully expecting everyone to be sound asleep. so he’s confused when he hears tiny feet running up to him followed by painless stomping on his sock clad foot. he looks down. oh, his baby brother.

he’s angry. little fist bunching up around his wolf plushy. trying to look as intimidating as possible.

“connies mean!” hes got tears in his eyes just thinking about it, “made sissy cry, s’not like a gentleman at all,” he puffs out. says ‘gentleman’ like ‘ganndleman’ and connie cannot take him fucking serious.

“alright,” he says it with a huff. lifting his wounded baby brother right off the ground, nd on his hip watching him thrash around. trying his best to hurt connie. “quit it.”

it doesn’t take long for the big boy facade to drop when connie’s rubbing his back and turning on ‘ponyo’ yet again. s’really the only movie he’ll watch. they’re chilling on the couch while martins’ sucking his thumb staring up at connie. connie’s used to his baby brothers weird habits. like staring at him 24/7 and gravitating towards connie every time he’s working out.

plopping his butt down on his brothers back when he sees him get in a push-up position.

“bubba why’d ya call sissy all those mean names,” he’s popping his fingers out his mouth, “said s’only for-for mean people..sissy’s not mean. sissy’s nice.” connie’s ruffling his head.

“s’cuz bubbas’ dumb sometimes.” he’s taking a breath. choosing his words carefully. “y’know i make mistakes too. (name) forgives me though so—”

“papa says that you learn from mistakes—”

“i have learned marty—” connie feels his brows getting pulled up.

“why do ya keep doin em them silly!” martins giggling at his brother. he doesn’t know how it’s possible—making the same mistake not once or twice but more time than he can count and still not catching up.

and connie doesn’t either.

#toxic!connie #aot connie #connie x reader #connie springer #connie springer aot #tw toxic relationship #tw toxicity #toxic!reader #was looking at pictures of sunny n martin n omg #theyre so cute #🥹🥹🥹

[writingquestionsanswered]

Anonymous asked: I wrote a character who has a friend that does stuff to make them feel uncomfortable, but they feel obligated to stay their friend cause of history they have together. This is based on someone I use to be friends with. However, lately I've been thinking maybe I shouldn't write this, or should change it up, since my characters are 16 and and my story follows their time in high school. As someone nearing 30's idk if people would feel comfortable reading a toxic friendship where a friend makes the other feel uncomfortable like that.

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Actually, since this is based on something you actually went through, I think it's worth writing. Whether you do it as a psychological thriller or more of a niche coming-of-age experience, it's a story concept that has merit. You may want to change the nature of what's being shared by the toxic friend, or at least not make it as explicit as what you experienced. You might also consider what you want to say with a story like this, whether it's just commentary about how creepy people can be, or something more profound like how an experience like this can change a person. Either way, I think it's definitely worth writing to see how it turns out!

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[levmada]

i wonder what levi would do in a toxic relationship

#tw toxic behavior #tw toxic relationship #tw toxicity #this is a tough one i think depending on au #in canon love for levi would be almost once in a lifetime and he’d spot shitty behavior from a mile away #especially physical toxicity #he’s slamming the door on his way out and never talking to the person again #canon levi is tough and so guarded #even tho he isn’t sure about all the aspects of a romantic relationship; a relationship is so alien and strange alone he’s easily put off #modern au is harder cos it depends on his past exactly but if it was close ish to canon #in any au a cheater is dead to him #even if he’s blamed for it or gaslighted into an attempt for him to believe it was his fault levi is still gone but he’s carrying that agony #/insecurity with him to every future relationship and the grave #it’d be hard for him to recognize emotional abuse for what it is bc he doesnt understand his own most times and if he’s dating someone #he really really really really cares about them #and his present insecurity would make it easier for him to believe things are his fault #then if it escalates he’s so confused and idk brainwashed that outside intervention would be necessary. despite the fact his friends probabb #probably pointed out toxicity about his partner before and he fiiierrceeely defended them #bc he’s levi #but what abt s*x abuse. especially canon levi who has a shitty knowledge of sex and what it is he’d be so vulnerable to that i think. and #assume that’s the way it should be and take it #just in general levi is willing to accept pain if his partner doesn’t have to go thru it and the same would apply to his partners pleasure #god that’s so fucking sad #tw physical harm #tw sex assault #tw sex abuse #why am i thinking about this💀💀 #levi.thoughts #levi ackerman

[unleashedgal]

TW: INSANELY TOXIC BEHAVIOR. WEIGHT TALK, ACNE MENTION, SLIGHTLY YANDERE IN A WAY

Dabi is toxic.

Dabi is one of the most toxic people you'll ever meet. Why would you want this?

Because he makes you feel so wonderful at first

"Hey doll, you're stunning" he growls into your ear as he hugs you from behind

Then you're off to bed for mind-blowing sex. He dicks you down exactly how you need. Whispering praises to you, throwing you into orgasm after orgasm. You scream his name well into the night

He's got you in the palm of his charred hand, which is unfortunate because just when you feel comfortable and safe and loved, he turns on you

Dabi gets to know you intimately. Every little thing about you. Every insecurity included.

He knows them. So he can exploit them

Insecure about your acne?

"Yeah, babe. I did the laundry" he just spritzed the pillowcase down to smell fresh so you breakout the next morning

Insecure about your weight? He steps on the scale behind you, only puts the scale out when he's home so you won't weigh yourself alone and figure out what he's doing

Buys you clothes that he knows are too small

Dabi is scummy. If you express insecurity about something, he replies with "aw, doll. But I still love you"

Will purposefully drive your self-esteem into the ground. You won't ever leave him. He's the only one who will ever love you. You'll never find anyone else. You belong to Dabi

#tw toxicity #tw weight #tw insecurity #tw toxic!Dabi #touya todoroki #dabi #bnha #mha imagines #dabi x reader #yandere bnha #yandere dabi #mha #dabi smut

[greentrickster]

I guess since I’ve mentioned the first reason I left Build-a-Bear (my insane boss), I might as well mention the other reason - one of my coworkers. They were one of those people who tended towards a chipper, upbeat attitude, and used this to hide a multitude of issues. They were also someone who expected their own boundaries and comfort to be respected while also being very unobservant towards and unthinking of other peoples’ boundaries. The sort of person who happily chatters away about politics, s*x stuff, and personal problems without asking if you’re okay or comfortable talking about them, but who also gives the vibe that they’ll take deep offense if you try to change the subject or offer a different opinion than their own.

Needless to say, I did not like them. I did, however, do my best to be a good coworker and mostly ignore their shortcomings. They were in their twenties, I’m in my thirties, they sounded like they don’t have a great relationship with their family, I can be the bigger person and assume that they’ll grow and learn with time; I wasn’t as adept in my twenties with social stuff either. People grow.

So yeah, the Last Straw for me wasn’t actually my insane boss giving me trauma, it was my lunatic coworker getting pissy because I enforced my boundary of ‘please do not talk about x horror game in front of me, I find it extremely upsetting’ for the good third time, accepting their apology and promise to do better, and then not letting them open the guard grate to leave the store (in spite of their protests that they could do it themself and didn’t need help) due to them being on crutches from a leg injury that had had them sitting their whole shift, and the grate being heavy enough that you had to lift carefully with your knees to prevent injuring your lower back, and I didn’t want them getting hurt worse than they already were. Because, you know. I’m a monster like that, the kind who likes to have my boundaries respected and worries about my coworkers’ health and safety.

Anyway, had had one good day since my boss made me sob my eyes out for multiple hours, even though I had to work with lunatic coworker for that shift, but we got on well enough. Then, near the end of my shift, insane boss pulls me aside and I discover, through a little conversation, that lunatic coworker decided to report me to upper management over something that had happened, in their own words, about a month ago. No, they had not talked to me about this incident. No, they did not talk to my boss about this incident. Yes, they did do this after another coworker of ours they were friends with (who got fired before this) reported our insane boss to upper management and got her in some trouble. Yes, they did do this during a time frame when I could name several recent incidents that they were annoyed with me about (see the previous paragraph, and also they were part of the reason why I couldn’t have lunch in the back room which led to the events of my boss chewing me out, because privacy~! (Yes, this all was a result of terrible choices and planning on our insane boss’s part))).

Also, yes, I mentioned a good deal of this to my insane boss. She first tried to suggest that lunatic coworker ‘obviously didn’t feel safe confronting me about it,’ which bullshit, I pay attention to my coworkers’ body language and boundaries to the absolute best of my abilities and always make it clear that, if I mess up, let me know and I will apologize and do my best to do better in the future. My top goal at work, besides doing a good job, is to get along well with my coworkers, as I know that that will make or break whether I can handle working there long term. They’d had a month to confront me, yes, but also a month to see that what I had done was a one-off mistake that I hadn’t repeated and had honestly forgotten about until it was brought up again - for all my dislike, we did tend to work together well.

My insane boss also tried to explain to me that lunatic coworker having to be consistently reminded that I don’t like hearing about x horror game wasn’t actually harassment, because, and I quote, “It can be so hard not to talk about things you love.” Lady, we are all grown adults in this store and that is an excuse that you age out of once you hit your teen years. Insane boss didn’t take me seriously until I made it clear that I have to deal with negative thought loops that can interrupt my sleep patterns, which can be caused by horror stuff, at which point she switched her tune to, “Well why didn’t you tell me about this problem immediately?!” Because, for some reason, my parents raised me to believe that, if I’m having a problem with a person, I should try and sort it out with them first before bringing someone else in, and I felt that the situation had been handled to mutual understanding. Wild, I know. I’m just a maniac who thinks that problems generally get solved fastest when people talk them out.

All this led to my boss finally having me also write a complaint to corporate about my lunatic coworker and the harassment I had faced from them, to even the playing field/get both sides of the story told.

Because all this is obviously the best way to settle an issue between two employees.

Obviously.

And this whole thing was still a strike mark against me - my second one within a week, the first one having been gained because of the incident with the crying that I keep mentioning. One more strike mark and she’d fire me, because that was the rule. Never mind that both of these incidents were accidents, or that I’d recently had my three-month review where my insane boss hadn’t been able to say enough nice things about how I was working out at the store. Nope, I was obviously showing my true colours as a problem child, so if I stayed at the store, then I’d get to have that sword of Damocles hanging over my head, with the knowledge that, since the first two strikes were given thanks to circumstances beyond my control that I couldn’t have prevented, the third strike could come at any time.

Oh, and also my insane boss saw no reason not to have me and lunatic coworker continue working shifts together. Because she didn’t see any reason why that would be a problem.

This was the point where I realized, “Hm, in this store I trust Lee and only Lee, my boss has proven herself actively untrustworthy, and I feel completely unsafe around my lunatic coworker. ... Cheque, please.”

The next day brought about the story I told earlier tonight, about how I quit. It’s been seven months since I did that. I honestly wanted to tell you all at the time, get some support and comfort since I know a lot of people here on tumblr have been done dirty by jobs and coworkers and bosses, but tonight turned out to be the first one where I could find the words to say it without making myself sound like a total asshole, or having a panic attack while I typed.

 I loved that job, and I don’t say that lightly. I loved the work I did there. There were aspects that upper management pushed on us that I strongly disagreed with, but I loved helping people find and make plushies, and making that experience as fun and joyful as possible. When I was first hired, I said that I was looking to work there for maybe a year or two before seeking new work - I certainly didn’t want to add an entry on my resume that said I’d stuck to my prior job for five months and then left, that’s not the best look, especially at the moment. I wanted to work there. And... all this happened.

A few days after I quit I caught an extremely bad head cold that laid me out for the rest of May and a good chunk of June. I started feeling better long enough to have one good week before my Mom and sister caught covid in quick succession of each other, with me catching it from them two days after my sister, in spite of my best efforts (which included masking in my own home). I only had it for about a week, and we all had blessedly mild cases, but I got the fatigue after effect and that wiped me out right through to the beginning of September. When I finally had enough distance and health to actually start processing what happened to me in those final two weeks at Build a Bear. It’s been... hard.

All this really ate into my energy and inspiration levels, as well as my overall mental and physical health. It’s been hard as well because I wanted to talk to all of you about it, but didn’t know how for so long, and felt truly ashamed of this, of the fact that I got accused of harassment, of my boss coming to the conclusion that I was selfish and not a team player, and of getting so sick and traumatized that I’m still struggling to get to the point where I can start looking for another job. Not being able to talk about it made me feel like I was, in a way, admitting guilt, as opposed to doing my best to be safe on a social media site where anyone can read my words and things can easily and quickly be taken out of context or misconstrued.

I made one comment to a coworker, a variation on a joke I’d made to them before and that I knew they were fine with, and they didn’t like it, but didn’t bother telling me I’d made them uncomfortable or trying to clear the air in any way. It was one comment after having known them for a minimum of three months, and then another month after that - plenty of time to learn what kind of person I am, and to figure out that it was a one-off oops. And they chose instead to sit on their feelings and use them as a weapon to strike at me when I annoyed them again. It feels so obvious now that I’ve written those words that those were the words to describe what happened all along, but it took me seven months to find them.

Please let the healing move faster now that I have. I’m tired of being in pain.

#my life #tw toxicity #build a bear #tw vent #tw harassment #it feels good to get this out #not being able to find the words for this made me feel very silenced #and I hate that feeling

[jokerislandgirl32]

Tbh I think your selfship with zach is quite cute!

I love seeing content of your selfship :3

Don’t let anyone tell you that your crazy cause you’re not

You’re just doing something that makes you happy and comforts you

Luckily the selfshipping community has been nice to me so far but I did have a toxic friend who used to really make fun of my f/os and special interests a lot

And he (my toxic friend) also told me I had to “grow up” which really hurt a lot (dw he is finally out of my life)

Also my mom thinks it’s a bit weird I have f/os and tells me that all the time

So I fully understand how much getting hate or made fun of because of your f/os sucks

For me selfshipping makes me feel super happy and very loved (which yes I already do feel loved irl it just makes me feel extra loved)

I love knowing my f/os will love me for me no matter what and that they will also never abandon me

I’m also glad you have zach to be there for you through hard times

Just remember to not let the haters get to you cause they will never understand how happy selfshipping can make someone

@thespidergeek -

I need to start by saying I am so sorry this took me forever to answer! Please know I’ve read it and have taken comfort in your kind words nearly every day since you sent this ask.

I truly admire your resilience to love your f/os in spite of the whispers and questions of others. I find it so disheartening when people who are supposed to love/care for you try to put you down for the things you love/care for that they think are unusual/unnecessary.

So, I’m trying to take your wonderful advice to heart and not allow the whispers and exes, I mean, ghosts…of my past…interfere with my love for my f/os. I’m trying to allow the relationships I have with Zach and Grinch to calm my fears and help make me whole again, as this was the reason why I began self shipping with these characters in the first place.

I had to save this ask to post at this time (or rather at a time like this) because it’s the reminder I need to get me through the dark times. And something might have happened this evening/ is happening related to the topics you discussed in this ask, so it’s made me question myself and my selfships. But seeing this ask helps reaffirm my love for my boys and brings me the confidence I need to persevere! Thank you, thank you so much 🥲!

Also thank you for sharing your story, I relate to this so much….just know I’m thinking of you, and I hope that things stay positive for you!

#ask box #nice asks #asks #self ship #selfship #selfship positivity #zach varmitech #the grinch #love zach varmitech #ziolet #mr. grinch 💚 #f/o x s/i #tw toxicity #tw toxic relationship #thank you so much #proship dni #ziolet asks