#tw: unhealthy relationship

[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

[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

[bruisedknucklesandbloodykisses]

Boyfriend

CW: College AU; Unreliable narrator/reader; Delusional reader/Nobunaga; Unhealthy relationship; Lovesick reader; Insecurities (Reader); Possessive; Ignoring multiple red flags; Sexual content towards the end (Grinding, Messy Kisses)

Summary: You’re  hesitant to ask Nobunaga on a date due to not wanting to destroy your friendship with him. He has other views on the subject at hand.

Word Count: 2,094 Note from Knux: I just wanted to say that I was very inspired by this fic from @uvobreakmylegs (they have the best writing PLEASE-). But, seriously wanted to give credit where credit is due though!

You leaned against Nobunaga’s side, his steady breathing helping to distract you from your nerves. It was so silly how nervous you were; it was just a date after all- well, it would be a date if he accepted. The words seemed to die in your throat, turning into a hard lump that made it hard to breathe, every time you tried to ask the simple question: do you want to go on a date with me? 

Honestly, those words weren’t daunting at all and it was frustrating that you’ve never had any issues asking before. You were used to making the first moves on people you liked- sure, you haven’t done it since high school, but that’s besides the point. The point now is that you felt like you were drowning in your own emotions because you could spit out the damn phrase. 

You glanced up at Nobunaga, taking in his face: angular, lips drawn into a thin line and his dark eyes focusing hard on the text in front of him. It was funny to you how you had convinced him to join you on this little study date- it made you feel fuzzy inside. Though, you had finished your studies and were simply keeping him company now. Which, you didn’t mind. If it meant that you got to hang around the silly athlete, the better it was. 

You sighed, nestling closer to him, allowing your eyes to slip shut as you snuggled deeper into the blanket you wrapped yourself in. 

“Hmm, getting bored?” Nobunaga’s voice said, startingling you out of your dozing.

“Maybe,” you murmured against him, pressing your face further into his arm as you let your eyes slip close again, “but I don’t really mind if I get to sit with you.”

He snorted. “You sap. You sound like you really like me.” 

“Well, yeah.” You quickly added: “we’re friends after all.”

He went silent and you couldn’t help the way your stomach started to churn with a strange sort of anxiety. A frown tugged at your lips, peaking one eye open to glance up at him. He seemed irritated as he glared at the book in front of him. 

You slumped against him once again, both eyes open now, as you thought of how you (or what) had upset him. Nobunaga had a bit of a hairline trigger with his frustrations occasionally- you sometimes felt like you were walking a tightrope with him, but you didn’t really mind. It was just how Nobu was. Your silly friend who was sweet and always took care of you. Before him there was only you. 

A small smile pulled at your lips. How did you ever make it without him? 

“Ah, fuck- this thing is boring!” Nobunaga finally declared, slamming the book shut. 

You couldn’t help but giggle despite how he jostled you around when he crossed his arms and pressed himself back into the worn (but comfortable) couch in your living room. “How about you take a break, I’ll make some tea, that sound good?”

He grunted, sulking into the cushions while you unwrapped yourself and laying the fluffy blanket on his chest and tucking it behind his shoulders after you got up. He had grumbled but let you continue with your antics. You laughed as you went to the small kitchen in the apartment- nothing too fancy, just big enough for the fridge, a sink, an oven, and a little bit of counter space for a microwave and the odd times you wanted to bake. 

You reached into the cabinet right above what little counter space you had and pulled out two mugs. They were cute: a sleepy gray cat face and an overly excited white and tan puppy face for the other- they were round and the little cat reminded you too much of Nobunaga not to get. Though he had also insisted that he’d get the puppy one for you if you were getting the “damn cat” for him. 

You traced over the smooth porcelain with the tip of your finger. Maybe… maybe you could just let things be. Let them snowball into dating all on their own. At least, that’s how you hoped that they were going to snowball. The worries began to pile up as you got to work making the drinks. 

Nobunaga was a handsome guy with his angular features, fit form, and his glossy hair. The only downside to him was probably how radically his emotions could go from one end of the spectrum to the other but that was easily avoidable (at least you thought it was, there were several people who dined to disagree but you simply assured yourself that it was because of something they did. Not Nobu. Never Nobu). He could have any person in the world that he wanted if he really wanted- what was stopping him from pursuing someone prettier, more charismatic, more successful than you? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. 

There was a level of anxiety that shook in your fingers as you had finished Nobu’s and your tea, stirring honey in the calming herbal mix. 

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your wits. Your mind was wondering again. You need to stop before Nobu thinks something’s wrong because you won’t be able to control your tongue if he does. 

You nod to yourself before going to pick up the two mugs just to stop as a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and a sharp chin rests against the junction of your shoulder. “What’s wrong?” Fuck.

“Nothing- nothing’s wrong.”

“Now, now,” he started to lean his whole body weight against you, causing you to catch yourself on the counter. “ Lying ain’t a good look for you and we both know it.” 

There was a certain edge to his voice that made your blood freeze. You had only heard it once or twice, just towards guys who didn’t know when to quit hounding and couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Never at you. 

You licked your lips, squeezing your eyes shut as you willed your knees not to shake. “I-I’m not lying, Nobu-”

He shifted his feet, pressing himself even harder against your back, like he was trying to become a second skin. “Lying doesn’t look good on you.” He repeated, squeezing his arms around your stomach. Hard.

You wheezed, hands scrambling to hold onto his arms. Though, you made no attempt to pull him off. It was so fucked up how you were relishing in how close he was despite how angry he was at you. You just wanted to be held by him- be close to him- you wanted to be as important to him as he was to you. You just wanted to melt into him. 

What a horrible friend you were.

Your chest burned like you had ran a marathon and suddenly the world was spinning and your eyes were stinging with tears that rested heavy on your lashes. How pathetic. 

Hearing a sniffle come from you, something seemed to snap Nobunaga out of his frustrations. “Hey, you ok?” He began to loosen his hold on you, muscles relaxing until your shaking hands squeezed his wrists. 

“No…” You whimpered, “no, please- please don’t let go.”

You sounded so weak and frail. It made Nobunaga’s heart leap to his throat. He squeezed his arms around you again, much more gently compared to a few moments ago, but enough for you to know he had no intentions of leaving. 

It was a couple of moments until you stopped shaking. By this point, you were leaning back against him, hands still resting on his as he held you. His face nestled against your neck. “You feelin’ ok to talk?” 

He wasn’t letting this go, was he? You took a deep breath, releasing it as you nodded against the side of his head. 

He pulled away from you slowly until his face was level with your peripheral. His eyes were dark and observant. “What’s wrong?” 

Your throat felt tight again, but you still forced yourself to talk. “I- you- what… would you…” you lick your lips. “Would you date me? If I asked you out?” Your hands were sweating and you looked away, instead, focusing on the smooth skin of his arms, running your fingers over the sparse hairs. 

When he didn’t answer you began to shift, uncomfortable on your feet. Your skin feeling like it was boiling. This was stupid. You were stupid. You just ruined your friendship with Nobunaga. You’d never be able to see him again- you’d just have to sit like some stranger while he moved on with someone that was on his level- someone who was prettier, more talented- better than you. He was going to leave you behind and take your bleeding heart with him-

“I don’t get it.” You felt a sudden dread rest deep in your chest. He sounded mad. “Why do you always talk like that? Like we aren’t dating already?”

Huh?

Before you can voice anything, his hands come slamming on your counter, once again caging you. You can see the veins pulse on the side of his temple, frown deep as he seethes: “you think I act like this with everyone? Think that I get like this-” one of his hands glides down your spine, a gasp leaving you as when he grabs your ass in a tight grip and presses your hips hard against his. You gape. He’s hard. He’s so, so hard- “with everyone?” He begins to grind against you, hot breath moist against your cheeks as he huffs in frustration. Your hands scramble to hold onto his shirt, head spinning with too many things at once. “I only get this fucking hard with you- it fucking- oh, fuck- do you know how hard it is not to grab you and shove you face first into the closest surface I can? Not to rip you apart? You’re like- like a damn lamb: dumb and oblivious to everything around you-” he grunts when you hike your leg up on his hip (or try to, it’s a bit of an awkward endeavor considering how close he’s pressed against you). 

You’re desperate. You want more of his demeaning words. You want more and more of his attention. You want him to sink his teeth into you and rip you apart. Your blood boiling with white, hot want. “‘M sorry-” you gasp as you begin to rock your hips back against his; sloppy and uncoordinated. “‘M sorry, I didn’t notice. I was-” a moan wretches out of your throat. You crane your head back, the expanse of your neck presented to Nobu, who wastes no time pressing wet, open mouthed kisses against your salty skin. “You’re just so beautiful, there was no way you’d want to go out with someone like me-”

A growl comes from deep within his throat. His hands have come to dig into your hips, guiding you to grind harder against him. “You're so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid- you’re mine. Mine. No one gets to see you like this.” He crushes his lips against yours. The kiss is all teeth and tongue- a mess of passion and repressed frustrations. 

You couldn’t get enough.

“‘M yours. ‘M yours-” you chant against his mouth, head spinning, close to the precipice of an orgasm. Teetering on a precarious line that, whichever way you end up tipping, you’ll be drowning in the euphoria of having Nobunaga suffocating you in his affections. 

He lets out a loud moan, all guttural and masculine, it has your legs trembling. He uses one hand to squeeze your cheeks, swirling his tongue with yours in a sloppy french kiss that has drool dripping from the corners of your mouth. “You’ve been mine since I laid eyes on you.” He pants, his forehead resting against yours, his hips coming to a stop. You whine at the loss of friction, the leg that is still hooked over his hip trembling with leftover electricity. He chuckles, pressing pecks to your lips. “I’m not letting you go.” You envy how even his voice despite having humped you like a dog in heat only a moment ago.

You nod, not trusting your voice. You would give him anything he asked for. Whatever to keep him near you. 

So, you follow him, with your heartbeat pulsing in your ears, as he pulls on your wrists towards the couch, tearing your clothes from your body. You accept that he’s going to tear you apart with open arms.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh x reader #x reader #reader insert #nonbinary reader #n/s/f/w #hxh nobunaga #nobunaga x reader #yandere #yandere nobunaga #tw: unhealthy relationship #tw: possessive behavior #tw: cussing #tw: yandere themes #Hmmmmm #love me some moody samurai man #also I feel like the yandere in this one isn't nearly as overt as I wanted it to be but hopefully people still like it lmao

[dehydration-stati0n]

How about yandere gold Roger? 👀 His (canon) personality really fits him being a yandere towards his lover/darling!! it's canon that he loves his crewmates and will destroy a whole country If they bad mouth his crew!! What ab his darling??

Yandere!Rodger HCs

Oh honey I'm so glad you asked, Rodger is perfect yandere material

Rules Word Count: 0.5k Spoilers: None TW: Kidnapping, Yandere themes

You've got to be kissed by Luck herself for Rodger to go yandere for you. I mean he really is one of the best in the entire op universe.

He's confident, charismatic, kind, rich, powerful, humble, and adventurous. What more could you possibly ask for?

The second he meets you, he's asking, begging almost, for you to join his crew. You'd be a perfect addition! How could he pass up someone as lovely as you?

It doesn't really matter how you decide to respond to him, one way or another you'll end up on the ship. He's a stubborn man, but he's patient. Surely you'll come around to him eventually, even if it takes years, he'll gladly wait for you to warm up to him and the crew.

He's protective to an almost ridiculous extent. Can you really blame him though? There are a lot of people who don't like him, so ofc his darling would be an obvious target for them. He'll be there every step of the way just to make sure no one tries to hurt you.

And when someone does attempt to harm you? Rodger will be quick to anger. No one's ever seen him like that, not even Rayleigh.

He's violent. Blood will soak the earth of the island that the perpetrator lived on. Not even the innocent strangers walking by will be safe from his wrath. It's not really his fault though, he'd hate it if he hurt you in any way, and he has to soothe his anger somehow, right?

Don't get him wrong, he'd normally take great precautions to avoid harming civilians, but when it comes down to you he'd kill as many civilians as necessary. It's just another way he proves his loyalty and devotion to you, isn't it?

He's egotistical in that sense. He doesn't care whose life he ruins, as long as it's for you all morals go out the window. You're the only thing in his life that matters. Everyone else is just a stepping stone in his twisted mind, just something to use to get closer to you. As long as you're happy, he couldn't care less what happens.

He has a bad habit of mocking you. It's unintentional most of the time, it's just in his nature to tease.

"Awee, are you crying? What? Never seen blood before? Don't tell me this is your first time seeing a corpse? You're so adorably hopeless."

He's so enthusiastic to have you around. He could just talk to you for hours and never get tired. Although he does get a little agitated if you ignore him. He won't do anything to you, but it might cause him to go out and kill a few more civilians to calm himself down.

Other than all that, he's an absolute gentleman when it comes to you. Offering you his jacket, protection, and undying love. How could you ever say no to him?

#gol d rodger #gol d. roger #yandere gol d rodger #yandere gol d. rodger #yandere rodger #yandere one piece #yandere oneshot #tw: violence #tw: blood #tw: yandere #tw: unhealthy relationship

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

History of the Wrong Guys

Eddie Munson was gay. You didn't have to be a genius to figure this out. He openly flirted with guys when given the chance and when he was dating someone, he'd get on a table and proclaim to the world (or whoever happened to be nearby) how much he loved whoever the guy he was with at the time. The entire Hellfire club was well aware of his antics, bringing the boy du jour with him and spending more time focused on his boyfriend than the campaign. It might not have been so bad if he didn't have such terrible taste in men.

Gareth had just joined the club half way into his sophomore year when Eddie started showing up with some rando named Scott who looked way too old to be hanging around with a group of highschoolers after school.

"So what school do you go to?" Jeff tried to ask the guy who Eddie was practically hanging off. Scott laughed and waved his hand at the question.

"I haven't gone to school in a long time."

"What? You a dropout or something?" Gareth asked pointedly, ignoring the look of disapproval Eddie shot him.

When Corroded Coffin finally got an official gig at a small dive bar called The Hideout, Scott had been there. Already drunk and obnoxiously cheering as they played. Afterwards he bought Eddie a drink. Way too old to be dating a junior, Gareth and the rest of the band had decided.

Scott lasted about two months before he stopped showing up. Kevin tried to bring the man up once but he was quickly shut down and they never talked about Scott again.

The next guy was a few months later. His name was Tate. He didn't really talk to anyone except Eddie. Hanging around the back of their club room and never saying anything, even when someone talked to him. He was weirdly quiet. Gareth saw him whispering into Eddie's ear whenever someone was around just low enough to not be heard. One of the freshman had come in early to grab a book he forgot when he'd stumbled upon them arguing loudly. The two having a shouting match about Eddie spending way too much time with his stupid club.

After that fight, Eddie stopped showing to their meet ups more and more before disappearing from school all together for a month. His uncle called all of them up after a few weeks asking if any of the had seen Eddie. No one had. It was another month before Eddie showed up again. Stumbling into the ER covered in track marks and bruises according to Mr. Munson. Eddie spent the rest of the semester in the hospital's rehab center. He was held back that year. Gareth remembered the party they threw in celebration of Eddie finally completing his recovery program. No one found out where Eddie disappeared to for those two months. Eddie admitted he barely remembered anything from the time he was gone. Gareth noticed their band's lead singer started taking ceftriaxone when he came back.

Somehow Tate wasn't the worst. It was Eddie's second attempt at his senior year when he started to come to band practice and Hellfire club with the same stupid grin on his face he had when he started to date someone. Kevin was the first to ask him what was up.

"Just some guy."

"What's his name?"

"Can't tell ya."

Whoever it was, he wasn't out. Not surprising. Being out in a small town like Hawkins wasn't easy. Eddie dropped clues here and there about who the guy was. He went to their school and was on the basketball team.

"When you said fuck jocks Eds, you should've told us you meant it literally." Jeff joked during band practice one day, earning a guitar capo being tossed in hus general direction. The guy also had his own car. Driving Eddie places while he waited for his minivan to be fixed but always dropping him off a block away so they weren't seen together by anyone. It was fine, Eddie said.

What wasn't fine was when Eddie started showing up with bruises.

"You get in a fight?" Kevin asked when Eddie showed up with a shiner on his left eye.

"Should've seen the other guy." The black eye lasted a lot longer than it should've. During gym class, when they were getting changed, Gareth noticed a lot more injuries. They looked a lot like hand prints. Usually they were hidden but more and more, they'd been appearing on the metalhead's wrists and neck.

"Are you okay dude?" Gareth leaned against the back of the school's brick wall, watching as Eddie took a drag of his cigarette. The red haired boy's eyes had fixated on Eddie's bruised neck.

"Just a hickey."

"A hickey? Eds, it looks like someone took a chunk out of you."

"Come on Gareth, you know I like it rough." Eddie laughed as he winked at the other boy but Gareth and the others were still on edge. Gareth's mom was the first one to get the call Eddie was back in the hospital. Everyone was worried their dungeon master had relapsed when they went to visit him. Instead they arrived to the hospital room to find Eddie hooked up to a ventilator with Mr. Munson sat next to the bed, his head in his hands. Eddie was a mess. So many cuts and bruises yet he still looked pale, almost dead.

"What the fuck happened?"

"I-I came home and I found him like this." Wayne managed to choke out eventually. "They had revive him twice."

Gareth had never felt more helpless in his fucking life than at that moment. Him and the rest of the Hellfire club had taken rotations to check on him as they waited for him to wake up. All of them knew it was Eddie's shitbag excuse for a boyfriend. Making a silent pact to murder whoever it was if they found out.

Gareth and Kevin had been there when Eddie woke up. It took everything in the shorter teen to not rush over. Both of the boys going over to hug him. Eddie freezing for a moment before he broke down sobbing in their arms.

It had been almost a year when Eddie started to date someone again. Steve fucking Harrington. The instant he started showing up to their games, everyone was on the defense when he was with their dungeon master. Sitting in Eddie's lap during their campaign as all the club's senior members did their best to ignore him.

"Why are you guys so angry at Steve? He's a good guy." Dustin asked as they packed up for the night.

"He's a jock Henderson, they're all the same."

"Lucas is a jock."

"That's different." Gareth snapped.

"How?"

"He's not...you know what, you wouldn't get it."

"Come on dude, just give him a chance. You'll see he's not as bad as he used to be."

"I doubt that."

Gareth was at the game store, looking for a new pair of die when he noticed the couple at the miniature section. Not so subtly sliding behind the collection of poster boards to listen in on the two.

"-but these are pre painted. Wouldn't it just be easier to buy these ones?"

"Yeah but painting is half the fun." Eddie picked up a small plastic figurine. "Besides I need a new barbarian after *someone* crushed my other one with his fat ass."

"Hey I said I was sorry." The former jock apologized as he leaned over and kissed Eddie along the side of his neck. "Maybe I could do something else with this fat ass of mine."

"Oh my God Steve." Eddie laughed as he playfully pushed Steve before returning a quick peck. Gareth faltered as he watched the two. They looked so happy together. The way Eddie's eyes lit up around Steve and how Steve looked at him like he was the center of the universe.

Maybe...Steve Harrington wasn't that bad of a guy afterall.

#stranger things #fanfiction #stranger things au #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #eddie x steve #st gareth #tw: abuse #tw: unhealthy relationship #st jeff #st kevin

[themidlibrary]

𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒�� + ❝ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾❞

tw: yandere ,obsessive behavior, unhealthy relationship, murder (implied), aggression (implied), arrest and stalking

he talks like a lover would, but the blood that stained his hands and clothes broke that illusion, you could see the malice in your eyes and the sharp blade he held firmly — jade leech, ruggie bucchie, vil schoenheit, silver, lilia vanrougue

the touch was hot as the fingers brushed your skin, you could feel it burning and even if you tried to pull away from his touch, his grip would stop you — trey clover, deuce spade, jack howl, kalim al-asim, malleus draconia

he was unforgettable, for he had carved his own name into your skin and flesh, leaving a trail of blood, bruises and undignified looks — ace trappola, floyd leech, leona kingscholar, epel felmier

you are perfection in his eyes, awakening exquisite feelings that couldn't be expressed with insignificant words and leaving your head full of thoughts that focused on one thing: you, you, you, you — cater diamond, azul ashengrotto, rook hunt, idia shroud

the conflicting feelings he has for you are expressed in all their intensity, whether it's the burning passion that burns in your chest or the excessive hatred that radiates from your gaze, your actions contradict each other, but there was only one certainty, you would not escape him — riddle rosehearts, jamil viper, sebek zigvolt

#twisted wonderland #tw: violence #tw: yandere #tw: unhealthy relationship #tw: obsessive behavior #tw: murder #twst x reader #disney twst #heartslabyul #pomefiore #savanaclaw #scarabia #dissomnia #octavinelle #ignihyde #twisted wonderland headcanons #gn reader

[miseries-mistress]

light leaks from underneath the door, the shadow of footfalls parting the steady stream of illumination like a cloud over the sun. you watched with mild curiosity, waiting for the anticipated rattle of the doorknob, for the light to spill into the tenebrosity you clung to, and pray for the man on the other side of the door to wipe the traces of darkness from the creases in your skin, polish your worn down body infected with sorrow until you were new and beautiful again, just for him.

the floorboards creaked with his shifting weight, debating– weighing the consequences of his actions with your wellbeing. some part of you wished he wouldn't leave you to drown, wrap you in the security of his presence, but the other recognized the foolishness in your hope. words of care have always eluded him.

regret eats away at your lip caught between your teeth, the wisps of frustration you once clung to dissipates into the tension-riddled atmosphere. the argument had left you with a weight in the pits of your stomach, and the fear that had beaded across your forehead was still smudged into your skin, mingling with the lump of apprehension stuck in your throat. he made you feel small– weak, compared to his hulking mass and even used it to his advantage to keep you from lashing out, spilling out of every worry and anxiety that had built up since his deployment. instead, he was the one to lash out, breaking you down with words that cut away any semblance of stability you once held. to stab you where it would hurt most.

you would like to think simon didn't mean it.

the feeling building inside your chest insists his presence here means to apologize, pride tossed away in a confession bound by warmth and truth. you want his warmth. you want his hands littered with the proof of violence to wash away the fear which thrummed through you when the soulless flame of his eyes burned holes into yours, his voice louder and deadlier than you could have ever imagined, his body tensed with the anticipation of danger. your hands had never trembled as much as they did at that moment. instinctively, you curl the blanket tighter to your chest, your hands slick with perspiration. 

optimism has always been your downfall.

the shadow retreats, and the words at the precipice of the only barrier separating you, burn, shriveling into the color of ash that mimics the beating organ in his chest, into his receding steps. your door remains untouched.

#something to help cure my writers block #i should be sleeping instead of writing #tw: unhealthy relationship #angst #tw: toxic relationships #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley #miseries mistress ghost

[tomboyjessie13-artblog]

Sorry for the long disappearance, distractions and messed up sleep schedule weren't helping me.

Anyways, this drawing is meant to reflect Medea's discomfort over skirts, dresses, or anything very revealing, which is quite common for tomboys of her era since they wanted to do stuff that boys like, wearing boyish clothes, don't like girly stuff, not wanting to be leered at, and so on.

Now just to clarify: As a tomboyish woman, I have nothing against dresses, I'm just more comfortable in trousers. Also, Medea is 18-19 years old here.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The first image on the right is a flashback of her attending St. McCartney High School, a Catholic high school in Morro Bay, California as a result of her good grades and her mother's religion.

And like most Catholic schools, uniforms are the norm, which frustrates Medea a lot because of how uncomfortable they can be, as well as having a handful of students who either fawn over her or think she's too girly.

The second image in the middle is a flashback of Medea and her mother, Idyia King, née O'Riordan. While they do love each other very much, they do butt heads sometimes, mostly over traditional values or Idyia wanting Medea to be a bit more feminine.

Such as gifting her pretty dresses to wear either for church, reunions, or any normal day, only to be met with refusal each time.

The last image in the left is a flashback of her unhealthy relationship with DIO, whom she lost her innocence to before starting an affair with as of June, with some negative side-effects.

Such as using her to do his dirty work at the cost of innocent lives or to satisfy his personal needs at the risk of getting caught by his jealous lovers and agents, with or without lingerie he buys for her.

Her dislike for dresses does fade away by the time she's 25 thanks to her friends and loved ones not treating her like an object or being inferior, but she does still prefer trousers over dresses though.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*St. McCartney High School - Fictional school I made up, named after Paul McCartney

Medea King and Idyia King belong to me

#tw: unhealthy relationship #artwork #jojo's bizarre adventure #dio brando #jojo oc #oc #ocs #fashion #feminine fashion #tomboy #lingerie #angst #discomfort #catholic school

[graceful-starker]

Peter's Boyfriend ch. 4

Chapter Four - Moving Forward

Summary: The gang is back from Thanksgiving Break, and they have stories.

Warnings: Drug use, alcohol use, panic attacks, nose bleeds, mentions of past violence. (If I missed anything please let me know! I think I covered it all).

Word count/rating: 9.3k, rated M.

Notes: Massive shoutout to Kimsberly on ao3 who left a great comment on this fic and gave me so much inspiration to continue.

I have two prequel fics coming out in the next few days, one to delve into the messiness that is the Nat/Bruce/Clint situation, and one that goes into the Sam/Bucky/Steve situation.

~~~

Peter bounces excitedly on the balls of his feet, checking his phone yet again to make sure Wade said he would be here. He’s been back on campus literally only ten minutes-only just long enough to drop his stuff off in his dorm room before he booked it here.

The door opens, and Beck is sneering at him. “Oh. You.”

Peter doesn’t let it get to him; he’s just excited to see his boyfriend again. “Beck,” he greets softly. “How was your break?”

“Don’t talk to me,” Beck says rudely, and Peter’s eye twitches. “Wilson!” Beck stands aside and lets Peter in, and Peter just skirts past him shyly. He doesn’t get why this dude dispises him, but whatever. 

Wade thumps down the stairs loudly, and the smile on his face is so bright and beautiful that Peter almost swoons. “Peter!” He greets, before tackling Peter in a bear hug.

Peter giggles happily, wrapping his arms around Wade’s neck and letting himself be twirled. Wade always makes him feel so special; like he’s priceless. Like Wade is the one who can’t believe they’re together. “I missed you,” he giggles, smiling up at Wade once he’s put back down.

Wade connects their lips excitedly, and pulls Peter into his body. Beck makes a gagging noise behind them, so Wade pulls back and flips him off. “Go be lonely somewhere else, you’re pissing me off.”

Beck scoffs and rolls his eyes, but he thankful leaves towards the kitchen area.

Peter laughs and looks back to Wade, a giant smile fixed on his face. “Let’s go to your room,” he suggests, moving his hand down Wade’s arm to intertwine their fingers. 

Wade grins and nods, starting to lead the way. “I didn’t know if you had eaten yet, so I ordered some pizza for us to munch on.”

Peter giggles, following just half a step behind Wade. “I had breakfast but it was an early one, the drive here is annoying as hell,” he jokes. They go into the room, and Wade shuts and locks it behind them.

“It’s on my desk if you’re hungry. I already had a slice-sorry,” he says cheekily, ducking his head.

Peter only smiles, grabbing himself a slice and sitting on Wade’s desk chair. “How was your break?”

“It was okay,” Wade says, sitting on his bed and stretching his arms over his head. “I stayed here, looked after the house and all that. Most people go home during breaks, so it was kinda lonely.” He gives Peter puppy dog eyes.

Peter grins after swallowing a bite. “Poor baby. Why didn’t you go home?”

“Don’t like my parents all that much,” he says, shrugging. “What about you, how was your break?”

“It was good,” Peter says, putting his slice down and dusting his hands off. “I uh…I came out to May,” he ducks his head, feeling a blush start to slowly form. “I told her about us. She says she likes you already,” he looks up at Wade from under his lashes, biting his lip.

Wade is smiling, his eyes warm. “What lies did you tell her about me to make her like me?”

Peter laughs, looking up fully and smiling back. “Just that you make me happy and you…” he blushes, but he laughs breathily and continues. “You make me feel likle you…”

Wade stands up, slotting himself between Peter’s legs and smiling down at him. “Like I love you?” he whispers. 

Peter’s eyes widen, and his breath catches. “You love me?”

Wade nods, one hand sliding under Peter’s chin to gently convince him not to look away. “I love you, Peter Parker.”

Peter stares at him for a second, eyes wide and jaw slack with awe. Peter. Wade loves Peter. He actually loves Peter, actually wants this relationship. He makes Peter feel so unbelievably happy all the time, just by being himself-and he loves Peter. Peter surges up, making Wade stumble just a bit but niether of them care. Peter connects their lips in a fierce kiss, one hand tangling in the back of Wade’s short hair and the other cupping the back of his neck.

Wade makes a surprised noise, but his hands go to Peter’s hips and he gives as good as he gets back into the kiss. He pulls Peter with him back to the bed, letting himself fall back so he’s sitting on the edge and Peter is standing between his legs. “Peter,” he mumbles into the kiss, not pulling away enough to really get the name out. 

Peter hums softly, smiling into the kiss. “I want you to fuck me,” he whispers, letting his hands cup Wade’s neck gently. 

Wade pulls back, breath hitching and eyes dark. “Really? You’re sure that you’re ready? We don’t have to go all the way, you know I like what we-”

Peter laughs breathlessly, kissing Wade again softly. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life,” he says, only pulling back enough to actually see Wade’s eyes. 

Wade swallows thickly, surging up to connect their lips one more time before starting to kiss down Peter’s neck. Peter tilts his head to the side, climbing into Wade’s lap and humming softly. Wade puts his hands on Peters hips, helping him balance, and then pulls away to smile at Peter. “You’ll let me know if you want me to stop, right?”

Peter nods, even though he’s almost entirely sure he isn’t going to want Wade to stop. “Promise,” he whispers, before connecting their lips together again.

Wade picks Pete rup by the back of his thighs and turns them around, resting Peter gently on the bed on his back, the pillows under his head. Peter blushes and smiles up at him, running his hands along Wade’s body. Wade starts to get undressed, and Peter half watches him and half attempts to get himself naked. 

He’s done this part before. They’ve fooled around some; blowjobs and handjobs and even a very fun night where Wade fucked his thighs. But he’s never done this part with anyone at all. He wants to do it with Wade so bad, though.

Wade smiles and crawls over Peter, running his hands over Peter’s body before ducking down and connecting their lips. “Beautiful,” Wade whispers.

Peter blushes and runs his own hands along Wade’s body. “Wade,” he whispers, gasping when Wade’s hand wraps around him. 

“You’re absolutely sure?” Wade asks again, kissing Peter’s nose.

Peter grins, moving his hands up Wade’s sides and nodding. “Yes. I want this-I want you so bad.” He spreads his legs apart, moving them so his knees bracket Wade’s hips. “Say it again,” he says, brushing his lips against Wade’s again.

“I love you,” Wade says easily, slotting their hips together and kissing Peter passionately.  

~

Peter feels like he’s on cloud nine. His first time with Wade was about as close to perfect as he coud have hoped for, it was every bit as romantic and good as he imagined it would be. 

He walks into his bio lecture and doesn’t even care about anything else; he doesn’t care that Tony is going to ignore him and sit on the other side of the room. He doesn’t even care what Tony said about him, or thinks about him. He doesn’t care that all his friends think it’s Peter’s fault Tony is being an asshole. Nothing matters except for the way his legs are still kinda wobbly and he’s just the perfect amount of sore to make him feel warm and floaty. 

Peter is so lost in thought about how much he doesn’t care about Tony anymore that he almost doesn’t notice Tony coming to sit next to him until he’s taking the desk. 

Peter straightens up, holding his pencil just a bit tighter. He looks at Tony from the corner of his eye, his leg starting to bounce anxiously. 

“Did you have a good break, Pete?” Tony asks suddenly, and it’s said so casually. So normally. As if Tony never said anything wrong, as if he doesn’t even remember ever fighting with Peter. 

Peter turns to look at him, blinking slowly. “What?”

Tony shifts, rubbing his thumb over his pencil nervously. “I asked how your break was. You went to see your aunt, right?”

Peter stares at him, long enough that Tony starts to squirm. He rubs a finger under his nose, before scratching at his beard. “You’re just going to pretend you didn’t say all of that to me?” he finally asks. 

Tony squirms, clears his throat, and adjusts his notes on the desk. “I’m sorry I…” he turns to look at Peter, chewing on his lip. “I don’t think that way about you, Peter. I think you’re…” he looks away again, over his shoulder. “I miss you, Peter,” he whispers. 

Peter frowns, looking back to his own desk and sighing. “You made me feel like shit, Tony. Like nothing. You-”

“Alright, everyone, quiet down. I’m sure you have lots to catch up on with each other from the break, but you can save it for after my lecture. Now, before the break, we left off on…”

Peter sighs softly and picks up his pencil, getting ready to take notes. He notices Tony shifting restlessly next to him, and towards the end of class he gets up and leaves. He doesn’t take his notes, so Peter assumes he’s just going to the bathroom or something. He comes back just before the end of class, seemingly more settled. 

“Alright, that’s about time. Don’t forget your assignment is due before next class period, not 11:59 like it usually is. Have a good day guys!” the professor ends, starting to pack up her stuff. 

Peter starts to pack his own stuff up, but as he’s standing Tony stands in front of his desk. “Peter?” he asks, looking down at his feet. 

“What, Tony?” he asks, sighing heavily. He just wants to go and meet Wade in the student union, so they can grab some food and hang out.

“I really am sorry. I was a dick, a massive one, and you didn’t deserve any of it. You didn’t deserve the way I ignored you, you didn’t deserve any of the things I said to you, and you didn’t deserve the way I treated you right before break. I’m sorry, Peter. You’re my best friend, and I don’t want to keep-” he curses softly and brings a hand to his nose.

Peter’s eyebrows furrow in concern. “Shit, is your nose bleeding? Do you need a tissue?”

Tony sighs, tilting his head back and shaking his head. “I don’t want to keep being an asshole, and I don’t want to keep-keep…I want to be your friend again, Peter. I miss you, and I’m sorry I was so awful to you.”

Peter pulls a tissue out of his back pack and hands it to Tony, who sighs and takes it reluctantly. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you apologize before,” he mumbles.

Tony laughs, folding the tissue and keeping it to his nose. He’s gotten blood all over his face and hand, and he looks so pitiful that it makes Peter’s heart hurt. “I don’t usually care enough about what people think to do it,” he answers honestly. 

Peter gives him a sad smile. “You’ll have to work really hard to make it up to me, Tones,” he says, but uses his old nickname to show he’s mostly forgiven. 

Tony smiles, eyes lighting up with hope. “I will, if you let me. I’ll be the best friend ever, I swear. I’ll-I’ll do whatever it takes to make you trust me again.”

Peter blushes a bit, but cocks his head to the side. “Come on, we need to get you cleaned up. You got blood all over yourself. And what did you do to your eye? You're a whole mess.”

Tony laughs, a bit awkward, and starts to walk towards the bathroom. “I wasn’t paying attention and walked into a doorway. But if anyone asks, say it was something cool. Say I won a fight or something.”

Peter giggles, turning on the sinks and grabbing some paper towels. “Sure, you got into a fight with some rando back home. You should see the other guy.”

Tony grins, wiping his face down and sniffing, inspecting his nose. “Yeah, the other guy.” He turns and smiles at Peter, throwing the towel away. “Fuck that guy.”

“Got what was comin’ to ‘him,” Peter agrees, adjusting the strap on his back pack. “You hungry? I’m meeting up with Wade for lunch, if you wanna come.”

“Nah, I’m not hungry,” Tony says, looking away. “I should probably get some homework done, I barely did anything over the break.”

Peter rolls his eyes fondly. “No one did anything over the break, it was break.”

Tony huffs and looks back up at Peter. “I don’t wanna intrude, it sounds like a date.”

“Nah,” Peter says, bumping shoulders with Tony and starting to lead the way. “It’s just meeting up, he’s taking me to dinner tomorrow night after his practice. I bet a couple of his brothers will be there, at least Matt. Come on!”

Tony hums, following at Peter’s side. “Alright then, if you’re absolutely sure he won’t get pissed that I’m there.”

“He’s chill,” Peter says, smiling at just the thought of Wade. “You would know that if you had talked to him by now.”

Tony winces, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, Pete,” he mumbles. 

Peter knocks their shoulders again, giving Tony a smile. “Come on, he’s already waiting.” They start walking, Tony talking about their bio assignment due before next class. They’re halfway there when Peter stops walking. Tony almost keeps going, has to turn around and give Peter a confused look. “Can I tell you something? It’s-it’s about Wade. But I want to tell someone, and you’re my best friend, and-”

Tony smiles at him, nodding encouragingly. “You can tell me anything, Pete.”

Peter smiles, takes a deep breath. “Wade told me that he loves me, yesterday,” he says, and he can’t even stop the fluttery giggles that escape from him. Even just thinking about Wade saying it makes him feel so warm and fuzzy. 

“That’s-” Tony’s eyes widen, and he forces a smile. Peter knows it’s forced, but if Tony really wants to be his friend again, he’s going to have to be willing to listen to this stuff. “That’s great, Pete. That’s exciting!”

“Yeah,” Peter says dreamily, starting to walk again and letting Tony fall into step beside him. “I can’t believe it. Someone loves me, Tony. My boyfriend loves me.”

“I can believe it,” Tony mumbles, and Peter chooses not to look at him. “You’re the best person I know. I’m surprised more people aren’t tripping over themselves to try for a chance with you.”

Peter blushes a bit, ducking his head. “I don’t know about all that, Tones.”

“Nah,” Tony says, and his voice is lighter now, more humorous. “Prettiest boy on campus, and you just so happen to also be the nicest and you’re super smart. And now you’re dating a football player, so you’re taken–line around the block, kid.”

Peter blushes and giggles, shooting Tony a giant smile. “Shut up,” he says, pushing Tony just enough to make him stumble a step. 

“No, seriously. There’s nothing about you to not love.” Tony shoulder checks him gently, and his eyes are half sad. 

“We slept together,” Peter blurts out, having to look away from Tony’s expression. 

“You-you lost you-” Tony’s eyes are wide. 

“Yeah,” Peter says, smiling at the memory of the way he felt. “It was like I always wanted it to be. He was-he was great.”

Tony is grinning again, and he shoves Peter playfully. “Look at you! They grow up so fast.”

Peter blushes and laughs, shoving him back. “Shut up,” he says, turning them to the sidewalk leading to where they’re meeting Wade. 

Tony snickers and opens the door, letting Peter walk through first. “Hey, now nobody can make fun of you anymore. You aren’t even the most innocent person in the group now!”

Peter blinks and looks to Tony, leading them to the area Wade said he would meet him at. “Who are you thinking of?”

“Wanda and Vis,” Tony says, furrowing his brows. “Obviously.”

Peter smirks and shakes his head. “You’re delusional if you think they aren’t fucking.”

Tony gasps, putting a hand over his heart. “Nah, nah. No way. They’re babies.”

“Tones, they went to high school together. I’ll bet five bucks they lost their v-cards under the bleachers at some football game junior year.” Peter spots Wade and smiles widely, waving at him. “Yeah, see? He brought Matt. Come on, you’ll love them both.”

Tony is seemingly in a disturbed trance at Peter’s news about Wanda and Vis, but follows Peter anyway. “No way…” he whispers. 

Peter rolls his eyes and gives Wade’s cheek a kiss before sitting across from him. “Hey Matt, Wade! This is Tony, he’s my friend.”

Wade side eyes Tony, likely wondering what’s changed since the last time Peter cried about his best friend ignoring him. But he smiles and nods to them both. “Hey, baby. Nice to meet you, Tony. You feeling alright, Peter?”

Peter blushes a bit, but he nods and smiles. “Yeah, I’m good. Great.”

Matt smirks, cocking his head to the side. Peter is always just a little freaked out by him; it’s like he knows things. Like he sees things everyone else can’t even though he’s blind. “Nice to meet you, Tony. Is Tony in your biology lecture, Peter?”

“Yeah,” Peter says, stealing a fry from Wade’s tray. “We just came from there.”

“Well, you guys should go get in line. I think we’re about to get flooded with students.” Matt turns his face towards the door.

Peter bolts up, grabbing Tony by the arm. “Come on.”

“What?” Tony asks, looking confused. “There’s no one here.”

“Matt is never wrong,” Wade supplies, munching on a fry and grinning. “Oh look, here they come,” hen nods to the window facing out, and it’s like a whole building of classes let out at once.

“Damn,” Tony says, laughing. “Come on!”

Peter laughs and leads him towards a line at a burger place, grinning. It feels almost normal, and he couldn’t be happier. 

~

Peter sighs and leans against the wall outside of Bucky and Steve’s apartment. “Well I wouldn’t sound so sad if you just came with me,” he mumbles into the phone, knowing he’s pouting but he can’t seem to help it.

“We’re initiating this semester’s new freshman,” Wade says for what’s probably the tenth time, and Peter can practically feel the impatience rolling off of him through the phone. “I can’t miss this.”

“I know,” Peter whines, crossing his free arm over his torso. “Still.”

Wade chuckles softly, and Peter hears someone start the music in the background. “I’ll make it up to you,” he promises lightly. “I’ll blow your mind when you get back tonight.”

Peter feels himself shiver, and a grin grows on his face. “Promises,” Peter says, voice lilting with laughter.

“Yeah, I promise,” Wade says, a grin evident in his voice. “And I’ll keep you in bed all weekend too, you’ll have jelly for legs by Monday.”

Peter feels his face heat up, and he giggles softly. “Stop it,” he whispers, as if anyone could hear them. 

“You won’t be saying that again all weekend,” Wade promises, and Peter can almost see him wiggling his eyebrows at Peter. 

Peter laughs and pushes himself off the wall, sighing heavily. “I’ll hold you too that, babe. I’ll see you later tonight,” he says.

Wade hums and laughs softly. “See you later, sweetheart,” Wade says, before hanging up. 

Peter sighs and pockets his phone, taking a few deep breaths before opening the door. “Hey guys!” he calls, and follows the sounds of greeting to the living room. 

Bucky and Steve have their apartment set up differently than Thor or Tony, who have lots of couches and loveseats scattered around. They have exactly one couch in the middle of the room, which can seat four people if you squeeze. When they all meet at this apartment, they drag the chairs from their kitchen table in, as well as their desk chairs, and everyone has to make do with those or find a comfy spot on the floor. 

Peter’s finds it cozier. It reminds him of May's apartment. 

When he walks in, it seems like they decided to forgo the furniture, as the couch is pushed back slightly and there are no chairs. Instead, there’s a ton of blankets laid out on the floor and a few pillows scattered around. The coffee table stays in the middle of the room, and there are three cases of beers and two bowls of chips resting on it. “Well this is fun,” Peter says, smiling.

Steve looks up from his spot leaning against the couch, smiling at Peter reluctantly. They haven’t spoken since Steve told him about Tony, other than Steve texting him apologies. “Pizza is on its way too. Bucky thought this might be more fun, since we’re catching up and all.” He pulls a can of beer out and offers it to Peter. 

Peter hums and looks around the room. Bucky is on Steve’s right, talking to Sam on his other side. Rhodey is sitting on the curve of the circle next to Sam, on his phone, and there’s an empty space on his other side. Natasha is sitting on Steve’s left, half in Clint’s lap, who is next to her. Thor is on the other curve, talking to Bruce who’s next to him. Wanda and Vis aren’t here yet, and neither is Tony. He takes the beer and opens it, thanking Steve.

Not really wanting to talk to Rhodey or Bruce right now, he sits in the middle of the circle, surrounded by empty spaces, and smiles at Sam and Bucky. “Do you guys have your anth midterms back yet?” he asks across the coffee table, just to say something.

Bucky groans dramatically, leaning into Sam who’s put an arm around Bucky’s shoulder. “Why would you even bring that up?” he pouts.

Peter laughs, grabbing a chip and nibbling on it. “I’ve gotten all of my midterm grades back except for my intro to philosophy class. But I’m convinced he’s just high all the time and probably forgot he’s a professor anyway.”

Sam snorts at that, shaking his head fondly. “You have that class with Vis, right?”

Peter nods while taking another bite. “Yup. I don’t wanna ask him about it though, because he’ll start telling me about his answers and stuff. I’m only taking it for the humanities credit!”

Bucky grins at him. “You mean you don’t want to debate for hours who the better philosopher was between Aristotle and Plato?” 

Peter makes a face that gets the both of them laughing, and he scoots a bit closer to Rhodey so he’s more facing firmly in between the couple. “Half the time when Vis talks, I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about. Like I think he’s speaking English, but I’m just nodding along and hoping he doesn’t ask me what I think.”

“No one will make you feel more stupid than a philosopher,” Sam agrees lighthartedly. He takes a sip of his own beer. 

The door opens and Wanda walks in, pulling Vis with her by the hand. “Hello everyone!” she greets, and then smiles as she takes in the circle. “Oh, lovely!”

Bucky waves at them. “Hey Wanda, Vis. How’s it going?”

Vis chooses to sit next to Bruce, so Wanda sits next to him and leans into his side. “I’m good, but all my professors decided to assign a million assignments first week back from break.”

Bruce laughs, turning to face the couple. “Dr. Stephens actually gave us a whole packet he wants us to get done this weekend. Six pages full of stupid physics equations, just shoot me now.”

Wanda grins and looks over Vis to talk to him. “We should set up a time to work on it together,” she suggests. “When do you work?”

“You mean, so you can ask me questions and copy my answers,” he teases her, shaking his head fondly. “I work all day on Saturday, but I get off at 4:00 on Sunday.”

“Can I come over to your apartment around 5:00, then?” she asks with a cheeky smirk, not denying his accusation. She grabs a couple beers, passing one to Vis before taking a sip of her own. 

“Yeah, sounds good,” he grumbles, but laughs and leans back again. Peter can’t help but smile; his friends are all so…interesting. 

The door opens once more and Peter turns his attention to the last newcomer, smiling softly as Tony walks in. “Hey everyone!” Tony calls, walking in and smiling. He shuts the door behind him. “Caught the delivery guy on the way up, so I bring weed and pizza.”

The group whoops as a whole, and Tony sets the pizza boxes down in the middle of the coffee table, on top of the beers. Then he sits in between Peter and Rhodey, rummaging through his pockets before pulling out a blunt and lighter. “You wanna go first, Pete?” Tony asks, offering it to him. 

Peter doesn’t really smoke, and he thought Tony would know that by now. He’s eaten a special brownie once, but his trip was…not fun, to say the least. “Uh…”

“That’s your attempt to make up?” Rhodey hisses, soft enough it might have meant to not be overheard. “Give me that,” he says louder, shoving the blunt between his lips and shooting Tony a look. “Where’d you get the shiner anyway?” Peter thinks they must still be fighting themselves, if Tony hasn’t seen Rhodey all week. 

Tony blinks and looks from Peter to Rhodey, making an annoyed noise. “Got in a fight over break,” he says simply, and seems to start a silent conversation with Rhodey. 

“A fight?” Natasha asks, drawing attention away from them. “That doesn’t sound like a relaxing break. Who’d you get in a fight with, anyway?”

Thor snorts, grabbing a slice of pizza with one hand and keeping the other in his lap. “I’ll bet ten dollars I had the worst break.”

“Nah,” Bruce says, staring jealously at the still unlit blunt in Rhodey’s mouth. “I spent my whole break getting yelled at by my mother and working. You wanna know what I had for Thanksgiving dinner? A turkey sub from that place on 6th.”

Rhodey finally lights the blunt when Tony looks away, taking a long drag before passing it straight to Bucky who smirks at Sam before starting his own hit. “Don’t look at me, I had a great break. Food was great, my family is great.”

“My parents forgot I was coming home,” Vis pipes up, grabbing two slices of pizza and handing one to Wanda. “They apparently booked a trip to Hawaii. I spent the whole week alone, and I had stale chips for Thanksgiving dinner.” 

Bruce shoves Vis’s shoulder lightly, sticking his tongue out at him. “Fine, you beat mine.”

Bucky passes the blunt to Steve, and Steve takes a much longer hit than he normally does. He wheezes just a bit on the exhale, but passes it on to Nat without a coughing fit. “I almost wish my parents forgot about me. I spent the whole week lying through my teeth about my entire life.”

Bucky frowns, turning a bit to look at Steve. “What’re you lying to Sarah for?”

Steve groans, shooting him a playful glare. “What am I not lying to her about? My major, my religion, my relationship status…”

“Dude,” Bucky says, eyes wide. “You haven’t even told her you’re not seeing Peggy anymore? That was two years ago!”

Steve ducks his head. “She makes Ma happy,” he mumbles.

Clint is already passing the blunt onto Thor by the time Peter breaks the silence after that. “I had a good time to May. I came out to her,” Peter pipes up.

Tony beams and pats Peter on the shoulder. “Hey, congratulations!” he says. Peter smiles back at him, feeling more relaxed. He grabs himself a piece of pizza while the group choruses their own congratulations. 

“Where is pretty boy?” Nat asks, stealing the slice from Clint’s hand and taking a bite, much to his visible annoyance. 

“His frat is doing initiations or something, I don’t even know.” Peter rolls his eyes, but his smile is still in place. “Seems a bit late in the semester in my opinion, but whatever.”

Bruce finally gets his hands on the blunt and takes his time with it before passing it on to Vis. Wanda steals it and takes a smaller hit before giving it to back Vis, blowing the smoke out and humming. “I had a great time, I got to see my brother. We don’t do thanksgiving, though, so no dinner. I think Vis is still winning. Sorry, Steve.”

Vis hands Peter the blunt and grins, kissing her hair softly. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” he whispers into her hair. 

Peter stares at the blunt for a second, contemplating. “What about you, Bucky? Got any war stories?”

“Nah. Well-” he grins, turning to Sam. “I did have my life threatened. Thrice.”

Sam scoffs, finishing his bite of pizza and rolling his eyes. “Sure, but they bought you ice cream right after, so I don’t think you qualify for worst break.”

Bucky chuckles softly and leans in to connect their lips chastly, bumping their shoulders. “What about you, nothing to complain about?”

Sam smirks, eyes alight with joy. “Nope,” he says, popping the P. “Don’t get an ego about it, though.”

Steve shifts away from Bucky just a bit, playing with a loose thread coming out of his sweater. He looks so sad and pathetic, Peter thinks. 

Peter puts the blunt between his lips, gaining a gasp from a few people and making Steve look up to see what caused it. His eyes go wide, and Peter hopes he sees this as the peace offering it is. He takes a deep breath and immediately starts hacking up a lung, his face going bright red. 

“Amateur,” Bruce teases, grinning at Peter. “You’re fine, breathe through it.”

Tony takes the blunt from Peter and passes it to Rhodey, looking at him with concern and patting Peter’s back. “Jesus, Pete, right in the deep end, huh? You ever heard of baby steps?”

Peter flips him off, but leans into his touch so he knows he isn’t really mad. “My lungs are on fire,” Peter croaks. 

Natasha laughs, shaking her head fondly. “Virgin lungs,” she tsks. 

Peter takes a deep breath, coughing once more and clearing his throat. It still feels like it’s in his lungs, and he wants to get it out so bad. “Jesus. I don’t think I ever need to do that again.”

The rest of them start laughing, even Tony who still looks a little worried. 

“What about you two?” Rhodey asks, passing the blunt back to Bucky. “You haven’t told your horror stories yet, are you really gonna let Vis win?”

“Well Tony hasn’t gone yet, he just mentioned the fight,” Clint says. “And he’s our only hope, because me and Nat had a great time. I love Yelana, she’s such a little-”

“Angel,” Nat finishes, stealing the slice from his hand again. “But we did have a good time, so you better have had a terrible time, Tones.”

“Thanks,” Tony says drily, rolling his eyes. “I mean other than existing under the suffocation of daddy dearest, not really. I’d rather they had forgotten about me and fly to Italy or some shit, does that mean I win?”

 Vis hums. “I dunno, I would have rather spent the holidays with my family, even if they don’t particularly like me.”

“Tony wins,” Rhodey says, shaking his head. “I’ve met his parents. He wins.”

Peter frowns, looking at Tony with sad eyes. Tony squirms and stands up suddenly, clearing his throat. “Where’s your bathroom, Barnes?”

“Down the hall,” Bucky says, pointing over his shoulder. 

Tony nods his thanks and heads that way, and somehow the blunt is back in Peter’s hand. “How’s it my turn again already?” 

“You spacing out there, Petey?” Wanda teases, grinning at him. 

Peter sticks his tongue out at her. “I’ve been high before. Once. It sucked.”

“Is it sucking this time?” Steve asks, smiling softly. 

Peter smiles back, and is happy that their little fight can just be behind them now. “Not yet, anyway. What do I do with this?”

Rhodey takes it from him. “Tony hasn’t had a hit yet, but normally you’d just put it out and leave it somewhere.”

“Well,” Tony says, sitting back down and sniffing. He grabs the blunt, holding it between his fingers. “Thor, you made the bet. Do you owe me ten dollars?”

Thor smirks, one arm hanging over Bruce’s shoulder. He shows off his other hand, covered in a bandage. “I’ll give you each one guess as to what happened.”

“You burned yourself taking out the turkey!” Nat pipes up, grinning from ear to ear. 

“Nope,” Thor smirks. “We don’t celebrate Thanksgiving.”

“You burned yourself cooking something else?” Clint asks.

“Nope!”

“You sprained your wrist jacking off,” Tony guesses, putting out the blunt. When did he take a hit? Peter doesn’t remember.

“Stark,” Thor says, scandalized. 

“You tripped down the stairs,” Bruce guesses.

“Nuh-uh.”

“You scraped it climbing a tree,” Rhodey says unenthusiastically.

“Not even close.”

“You slammed it in a car door,” Sam offers. 

“You slammed it in a regular door,” Bucky counters without waiting his turn.

“No and no.”

“You were the person Tony got that black eye from?” Steve offers, grinning.

“Rude,” Tony mumbles, rubbing his nose and grabbing a beer.

“No,” Thor laughs. “Closer, though.”

“You got in a fight with your brother,” Vis guesses.

“Closer,” Thor says, leaning foreword.

“Loki stabbed you because you annoyed him,” Wanda guesses, shrugging her shoulders.

“Closest!” Thor says, pointing at her. “I got stabbed by my secret sister I never knew about, because she killed a family while drunk driving and it broke up my father and her mother’s marriage.”

The room goes dead silent, and then Peter starts to giggle inappropriately. His giggles bring out everyone else’s slow laughter, until even Thor is holding his belly as he laughs about it. “Holy shit, Thor,” Peter says thorugh his giggles. “You win.”

“A secret sister?” Wanda asks, shaking her head. “Damn.”

“Wait, how old is your dad?” Nat asks, leaning her head on Clint’s shoulder and squinting at Thor. “If your dad started a whole new family after she was old enough to drive drunk?”

“Ancient,” Thor says, grinning. “He’s a lot older than my mom, like 12 years or something, and she was 35 when I was born. Loki was a miracle baby, she was 43.” 

“Can we play messiest family?” Clint asks, eyes sharp with mischief. “I think this could be fun.”

“Thor’s already won, though,” Bucky challenges. “What’s messier than a secret sister from your father’s secret first marriage?”

“Your parents were just teenagers, that’s a lot less messy. Messy, but less messy,” Natasha says, grinning at him. Bruce is staring at them, a sad look in his eyes. 

“My parents,” Peter starts, and then laughs as he realizes what he was about to say. Changes his mind, and instead says, “Are dead.”

Wanda starts to giggle hysterically, making Peter laugh as well. “Peter,” Wanda says, still giggling. “Most people don’t get that joke.”

“What joke?!” Bruce asks incredulously. But he’s looking at Peter now, so it worked out. “He just said a sad fact.”

Peter and Wanda both burst out laughing again, and the rest of the group slowly starts joining in, if only to diffuse the awkwardness. 

“You guys are fucking weird,” Steve says, shaking his head fondly. 

“Shit,” Tony whispers, making Peter turn to look at him. He quickly grabs a napkin and puts it to his nose. 

“Nose bleed?” Rhodey asks, and he has an expression on his face that Peter can’t really read. 

“It’s fine,” Tony mumbles, tilting his head back. 

“I had a nose bleed just the other day,” Thor says, looking at his beer in thought. “My mother said it was something to do with dry weather, but I thought that was one of those things moms make up.”

Clint snorts, pulling Nat more firmly into his lap. “Like an old wise tale?”

Sam barks a laugh. “Uh uh. What did you say?”

Clint frowns, narrowing his eyes. “What? An old wise tale.”

Sam snickers, and Bucky shakes his head fondly. “Wives’, Clint. An old wives’ tale.”

Clint’s jaw drops. “Shut up!” He says. “No, that doesn’t make any sense! It’s wise, as in wisdom.”

“No,” Steve says, a grin on his face. “No, an old wives’ tale means gossip, urban legend, superstitious. That type of thing.”

“‘S sexist,” Wanda mumbles. 

“Nuh uh, I don’t believe you,” Clint says, taking his phone out and jostling Nat. He looks it up, and gasps loudly. “No fucking way.” 

Everyone dissolves into a fit of giggles, and Peter feels mostly floaty, but a small part of him is too busy thinking about how this is the second nose bleed Tony has had in a week, that Peter knows of. He looks to Rhodey, who’s also looking suspiciously at Tony. When Rhodey looks up and sees Peter staring, he looks away and starts drinking more beer. 

Tony stands up, wiping his nose and sniffing once to test if it’s really over. “I’m gonna throw this away and wash my hands, anyone need anything while I’m up?”

Giggly ‘no’s are all he gets in response, so he leaves. Peter watches him go, forgetting why he was concerned but still feeling concerned. 

~

Peter sighs happily, putting his drink on the table before climbing onto his boyfriend. “I missed you,” he mumbles softly. 

Wade laughs, wrapping his arms around Peter’s waist. “You saw me like just a few hours ago,” he says playfully.

“Yeah, but I still missed you,” he pouts, kissing at Wade’s neck.

“Did you get high?” Wade asks, amusement in his voice. 

“Maybe,” Peter says, kissing up Wade’s neck and nibbling at his earlobe. “I had a little hit.”

Wade chuckles softly, moving one hand to rub up and down Peter’s back. “You said you don’t really do that,” Wade half asks. 

“Not really,” Peter agrees easily. “Listen, I seem to remember you promising to turn my legs into jelly.” He licks at the shell of Wade’s ear, earning a shiver. 

“Why did you decide to smoke?” Wade asks instead of responding, nuzzling Peter’s hair.

Peter pouts, kissing back down Wade’s neck. “We were just having fun. Everyone had dramatic ass stories from break and I just wanted to chill.”

“Yeah?” Wade asks, moving his free hand to rest on Peter’s hip. “What happened?”

Peter huffs in annoyance, starting to rock his hips into Wade’s. “Well, Thor got stabbed.”

Wade gasps, stilling Peter’s hips. “What?!”

“Yeah, he discovered he has a secret sister who killed a whole family or something and she stabbed his hand for some reason. He’s fine.” Peter whimpers softly, still trying to move his hips. “Wade, please!”

Wade laughs softly, kissing Peter’s hair. “That’s crazy, Pete. What else happened?”

Peter grunts, resting his head against Wade’s shoulder. “Well Bruce was all sad because Natasha and Clint are back together, and they went to her family’s house over break.”

“Why would that make Bruce sad?” Wade prompts.

Peter pulls back, scrunching his nose to showcase his displeasure. Wade only grins fondly, pushing some hair behind Peter’s ear. “Because he’s in love with Nat. They always fuck when she and Clint are off again, but it’s a secret so really I shouldn’t tell you.”

Wade’s eyes widen. “Damn.”

“Yeah, but that’s nothing,” Peter says, a smile starting to grow on his face. He doesn’t usually gossip, but it’s fun, apparently. “Steve’s in love with Bucky, but Bucky started to date Sam. And Sam took Bucky home over the break to meet his family!”

Wade blinks rapidly, shifting under Peter. “Steve is the one who slept with your best friend, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, but we made up. Me and Steve, and me and Tony. Tony apologized during class so we’re good now. But I think he might be getting sick or something, because he got a nose bleed.”

“A nose bleed?” Wade asks, grabbing Peter’s water and handing it to him. He doesn’t comment on the incoherency of that last story. 

Peter hums his thanks and takes a sip, and then nods. “Yeah, d’ya think that’s something to worry about? I don’t think I’ve ever had a nose bleed.”

“I get them sometimes, if the weather is bad,” he says, shrugging. “Your friends are…a bunch, aren’t they?”

Peter nods proudly, starting to giggle. He drinks more water and then hands it back to Wade. “It’s never boring, that’s for sure.”

Wade hums, moving his hands up Peter’s sides. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah!” Peter says, smiling happily. He leans in and hovers his lips just above Wade’s. “You should fuck me.”

Wade laughs breathily, connecting their lips softly before pulling back just a bit. “You’re high,” he mumbles. He puts Peter’s water back down. 

“Yeah, and?” Peter asks, connecting their lips again. Wade allows it for a little bit, before pulling back again. Peter whines in annoyance. “Waaaade. At least lemme suck your dick.”

He earns a gasp out of his boyfriend, but only that. “I’ll fuck you extra tomorrow,” Wade bargains, nosing under Peter’s jaw and kissing there softly. 

Peter gasps and tilts his head back, cupping the back of Wade’s neck to keep him there. “What does that even mean?” he asks breathlessly, biting his lip.

Wade chuckles and kisses his neck more, ignoring the question. He turns the lamp off and moves the both of them on their sides, kissing Peter’s neck the whole time. 

“Feels good,” Peter gasps, holding onto Wade. 

“Yeah?” Wade whispers, moving his lips up to Peter’s jaw.

“Yeah,” Peter says, his eyes drooping as he starts to feel sleepier. “Don’t stop,” he mumbles.

“Won’t,” Wade says, his lips moving along his jaw. It feels good, and Peter is so happy and floaty, and he doesn’t even notice the way he slowly drifts off to sleep.

~

Tony scratches at his face, eyes twitching almost violently. He did way too much, he used twice as mich as he usually does. But he woke up with a headache and a crippling urge to use, and it’s Saturday so he has no where to be and no plans to keep, so he thought it was a good idea at the time.

Tony feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest. He’s fucking stupid. He shouldn’t have done this. There’s so many things he shouldn’t have done. He shouldn’t have slept with Steve. He shouldn’t have hurt Peter with his words. He shouldn’t have ignored Peter. He shouldn’t have let Peter date Wade, he should have told Peter how he felt. And now he’s gone and fallen in love with Wade, they love each other, and Tony is stupid. 

He’s fucked up, he’s fucked everything up. He’s done irreparable damage to all of his relationships, all of his friends hate him, he’s going to die alone. 

He’s going to die, right now. His heart is going to give out, and he’s going to die in his apartment, all alone. How long will it take for anyone to even notice he’s dead? Is there anyone left who would care? Has he driven everyone who cares about him away?

He’s dying. He’s actively dying. He’s dying, and-

“Tony!” Rhodey yells, and when and how did he even get here? Rhodey looks angry-no. No, he looks scared. “Tony, please! Please, just breathe. You can’t hold your breath, man, you have to breathe.”

Tony gasps in a desperate breath, and immediately starts hyperventilating. He feels tears streaming down his face, and he can’t tell if it’s snot or blood that’s pouring out of his nose but he can’t breathe either way. “R-R…R-”

“Breathe,” Rhodey says, grabbing Tony’s hand and holding it to his chest. “Breathe, Tony. Like me. In…Out. Come on, Tones, you can do it. It’s a panic attack, you’ve had one before. It’s just a panic attack. Breathe with me. In…”

Tony is shaking. He’s shaking, and he doesn’t think that he can actually breathe like Rhodey wants him to. But he’s here, at least. He looks like he would care if Tony died right now. So he isn’t completely alone, at least. 

“You’re doing great, Tones. You’re breathing, see? You’re breathing. Keep doing it. In…out…With me, just like that. Good job. Keep breathing,” Rhodey says, using his free hand to cup the back of Tony’s neck. 

Tony sobs brokenly, his hands shakily coming up to hold onto Rhodey’s shirt. “Rhodey,” he croaks. He’s still shaking, still can’t breathe right. 

“I’m here,” Rhodey says, squeezing the back of Tony’s neck in a way that sends calm through him. “I’m right here. Keep breathing.”

Tony takes in the deepest breath yet, letting it out shakily, and then does it again. He does it five more times before Rhodey finally gives him a shaky smile, nodding once. “Rhodey…”

“We’re talking about it,” Rhodey says, an edge to his voice. “But we’re getting you cleaned up first, and you’re going to drink some water, and we’re waiting until you’re breathing evens out.”

Tony nods slowly, unable to keep eye contact. He lets Rhodey clean his face up with some tissues first and then washes his face with water, careful not to let it splash all over his front. Then Rhodey hands him a water bottle and Tony takes slow sips from it until it’s half gone.

“Better?” Rhodey asks, once they’re sitting on one of Tony’s couches. 

Tony nods, running his thumb along the lid of the bottle. “I’m sorry, Rhodey,” he whispers softly, looking up with tears in his eyes. He doesn’t want to let them fall anymore, though. “I’m sorry. Not just for-for this. For today.”

Rhodey lets out a shaky breath, and puts a hand on Tony’s knee. “You’re a fucking asshole, Tony,” he starts, shaking his head. “But you’re my asshole. You’ve been my best friend forever, and short of trying to kill me personally, there’s nothing you could do to change that, okay? I’ll always be here. I’ll always forgive you.”

Tony feels one tear push over the edge, and the mix of guilt and pure, unadulterated love courses through him. No one has ever loved him like this, other than Rhodey. Not his parents; that’s a fucking joke. He would say Ana and Jarvis, but they were paid to be there, and they wouldn’t have been if they weren’t getting paid. Rhodey is the only one who loves him this way, unconditionally and without incentive. “Rhodey-” he starts, chokes.

Rhodey smiles and shakes his head, squeezing Tony’s knee. “I know. And the way you feel right now, the words you can’t say out loud? That’s why. That’s why I stay. I know, Tony.”

Tony puts his own hand over Rhodey’s, holding it shakily. He wants to be able to say it anyway, but he doesn’t have words to express the way he feels. Maybe one day he will. For now, he’s just going to trust that Rhodey is telling the truth and he knows what Tony feels. “I don’t deserve you,” he says instead.

Rhodey sighs dramatically, tilting his chin up-but his smile is still there. “I know,” he says. At Tony’s laugh, he turns back to Tony and nods. “Okay. Now we talk about it.”

“I…how long were you there, before I noticed you?” Tony asks. 

“A few minutes. Enough to hear something about Peter, fucking everything up, and how you’re going to die,” Rhodey supplies. 

Tony winces and then sighs, looking to his lap. “I slept with Steve,” he starts, and can’t fight his smile when Rhodey chokes. “I know, bad decision. Probably gonna do it again.”

“Do-do not-Tony!” Rhodey chokes, half incredulous and half highly amused. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Steve Rogers?! Perhaps the only living person left on this entire planet more emotionally constipated than you?”

Tony barks a laugh, looking up at Rhodey with a shaky smile. His high is already starting to wear off, and he hates it. “I dunno, honeybear, I think Bruce might be up there. And Clint.”

“Nuh uh, they’re stupid,” Rhodey says, shaking his head. “They know how they feel, and they can talk about it. They just keep staying in the situation anyway. You can’t even talk about your feelings, or even label them most of the time.”

“Shut up,” Tony grumbles, wiping his cheek from the wetness. “Whatever. It was a mistake, I shouldn’t have done it. He came to my apartment all upset because he saw Barnes kissing Wil-Sam, and I was upset because Peter is always kissing Wade, and…I dunno.”

Rhodey sighs, shaking his head and crossing his arms over his chest. “Jesus Christ, Tones.”

Tony shrugs, sniffling and rubbing under his nose. “And then he went and blabbed about it to Peter, of all fucking people-” Rhodey whips his head around to look at Tony, eyes wide. “Yeah, I know. What the fuck was he thinking? Whatever, doesn’t matter. He told Peter, and so Peter came to my apartment like a week later or something, right before we all left for break. And he started saying all this stuff about how I hate him, and he just wants me to tell him what he did wrong so he could apologize, and I…I…”

Rhodey narrows his eyes. “What did you say?”

Tony pulls at his fingers nervously. “Okay, I admit to being the most emotionally constipated person on earth.”

“What did you do, Tones?” Rhodey asks, sounding tired and wary.

Tony scratches the back of his neck. “Well, what I meant to say was that I’m no good for him, that my life is hell and he shouldn’t touch it with a ten foot pole. That I want to love him and be in a relationship with him, that I’m not only interested in fucking him.”

“But you didn’t say that,” Rhodey guesses. 

“No. I…” Tony groans and puts his head in his hands. “It’s so much worse now that I’ve had time to think about it!”

“Tony…”

“I said I’m not allowed to date him because I’m expected to marry a rich heiress and have a bunch of pretty babies to carry on my family name,” Tony says quickly, letting out a shuddery breath at the end.

“Tony,” Rhodey says, scandalized. 

“He said, ‘What a relief to find out that you don’t hate me, you just think I’m a worthless nobody!’” Tony leans back on the couch, rubbing a hand down his face. “And I didn’t know how to tell him that he’s the…that he…fuck,” Tony shakes his head, still not able to find the right words. “It’s the wrong way ‘round. I’m the worthless one, he’s the one that’s too good. Way too fucking good for me.”

“Tony,” Rhodey starts, changes his mind. He rubs a hand down his own face, before shaking his head. “I’m not going to sugar coat it, Tones. You fucked that one up. You’re lucky he forgave you.”

“I know,” Tony mumbles, rubbing under his nose before pulling his knees to his chest.

They let the silence sit for a while, but then Rhodey sighs. “Are we going to talk about your newest problem?”

Tony winces, resting his chin on his knees. “Dad hit me,” he says softly, and hears Rhodey shift to face him. “Told me I that if I was going to disappoint him by doing drugs, I could at least choose one that makes me productive so I’ll be a little less worthless for an hour at a time.”

Rhodey’s hand clenches into a fist on his thigh, and his jaw works. “If I could get away with it-”

“He’s right, though,” Tony says, digging his fingers into his legs to help him not cry. “It makes me a lot more productive. More sociable. I’ve managed to not massively piss anyone off for a whole week, that’s a new record.” His voice fails him at the end, turning the joke more sad than he wanted it to be. “All my assignments are done and turned in, I’m sure my professors suspect something,” that jokes lands better, pulling a pity laughs from Rhodey. “I feel better, when I’m on it. Usually. Happier.”

“It’s not really happiness,” Rhodey argues softly. He puts a hand on Tony’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “And it’s dangerous.”

“I know,” Tony mumbles sadly. “But I don’t want to stop yet. I need…I need to know I won’t drown, when I stop. I need to know I’ll be okay after. I can’t…I don’t want to feel that low again, when I was on break. Right after he hit me, and I thought Peter hated me and you hated me and everyone else was going to hate me soon.” He looks to Rhodey, his heart pounding for a new reason. “I don’t wanna feel that way again. I felt like…like there wasn’t a reason to keep going.”

Rhodey’s hand tightens on Tony’s shoulder, and his breathing starts to quicken. “Tony-”

“I’m not-” Tony shakes his head, taking a deep breath. “I’m not going to- do that. I just…I don’t want to feel like it, even if I won’t do anything about it.”

“You need to talk to someone,” Rhodey whispers softly. 

Tony smiles sadly, pushing his shoulder more into Rhodey’s hand. “That’s what you’re for, sourpatch. Free therapy.”

“Tony,” Rhodey warns, a lecture on the tip of his tongue.

“I’m Howard Stark’s kid, I don’t get to go to therapy. I buck up and bury my feelings. It’s the Stark way,” he says sadly, shrugging. “I’ll figure it out, eventually. I’ll be fine.”

Rhodey rubs at his face, shaking his head. Then he sighs, squeezing Tony’s shoulder once more. “Okay. Okay, Tones. But you have to call me if you’re feeling like this again, okay? I don’t care what time it is, and I don’t care how sure you are that you aren’t going to do anything. You call me.”

Tony feels that surge of warmth again, and nods his agreement. “Promise.”

Rhodey lets him go, leaning back in the chair and staring into the distance. After what feels like the most comfortable silence they’ve shared in a long time, and scoffs “Steve Rogers?”

“Shut up,” Tony laughs, crossing his arms over his chest. “He’s stupid and annoying, but he’s also hot as fuck.”

Rhodey shoots him an unimpressed look. “You fuck hot people all the time, you couldn’t find a different one?”

Tony sighs and leans back, letting his head fall to the back of the couch. “I’m gonna do it again, too. I just know it.”

Rhodey scoffs again, scratching at his cheek. “You are hands down, by far, the most self destructive person I’ve ever met.”

Tony smiles sadly, but then it disappears and he turns to Rhodey with genuine anxiety. Enough to make Rhodey tense. “But you’ll always be here to pick up the pieces,” he whispers, somehow able to keep it from sounding like a question. 

Rhodey sighs, but he nods. “Always, Tones.”

#starker #my writing #fanfic #my college au #spideypool #tw: blood #tw: violence mention #tw: drug use #tw: panic attack #tw: alcohol #tw: unhealthy relationship #tw: unhealthy coping mechanisms

[withacapitalp]

i’m gonna be real here, and i mean this in the kindest way - i loved your wayne & steve series so much when i first read it, and i just stumbled on it again and saw it was still updating and thought ‘now why didn’t i subscribe???’ and then went back to reread and catch up, and then i got to the end of the fifth fic and remembered why - it seemed like you were turning it into one of those fics where billy is a rapist, who abused & assaulted steve, & you didn’t tag that you would be using him as a villain, and in your end notes you said that arc would feature heavily in your next fic, but then i go to that fic and i don’t see any relevant tags or warnings and i didn’t want to read and get even more attached and then be caught off guard, again, by such a harsh depiction of one of the characters without any warning.

idk. i get that a lot of people don’t like billy, and that’s fair and it’s up to everybody which characters they do and don’t jive with. it’s not even like i haven’t read and enjoyed fics where billy is set firmly as a villain or presented in a really 2 dimensional way, because i have. but it’s different when you go into a fic, wanting to read about a certain dynamic and certain characters, and are blind-sided with hate towards another character that you like - especially when the author has decided to depict that character sexually assaulting somebody and implies that the character is a repeat sexual predator. that’s really heavy to be sort of thrown into on a fic where you’re not expecting to see that character at all, you know?

like i said, i really enjoy most of your fics and i think you’re a great writer. i guess i’m just disappointed that i’ve now TWICE had the experience of happily reading your fic and then being blindsided by such a dark depiction of a character who wasn’t even tagged. it’s really disconcerting and upsetting. ao3 has a great tagging system and i wish you’d chosen to use it a bit more effectively, i guess.

looking at your sixth fic in that series, it’s not tagged for domestic violence, sexual assault, anything like that, and it also has no tags for billy, a past steve/billy relationship, or even just a general ‘this fic is not billy friendly’ tag. looking at it i’d never think you’d have any of that sort of content in it, especially because you DID tag for /other/ potentially triggering content, but then in the end notes of the fifth fic you said that the sixth fic would deal very much so with that introduced plot line. it just sucks because i’d probably read it if i didn’t feel so much like i was clicking on a youtube jump scare video.

Long ask and long reply so I'm going to put my thoughts under a read more but TL:DR This is the kind of constructive criticism that is incredibly valid, and I appreciate your courage and energy that you put into writing all this. Also I'm going to get slightly personal here so if you don't want to read that just continue on

This is like, strangely, the fourth or fifth ask I've gotten about A New Perspective today, which has forced me to look at it again and admit to myself why I stepped away from it.

I use my fics to work through a lot of my own personal things. This fic series and the relationship that Billy and Steve have in it is based entirely on a real life relationship I had with an ex. They have an incredibly complicated sexual relationship that is inherently unhealthy for both of them. Not just Steve. Not just Billy. Steve does not think of himself as a victim, he sees himself as the problem. In reality it's both of them. I think Billy Hargrove is a really interesting character, I don't talk about him a lot here because he's really divisive in the fandom, and I don't need to get involved in Billy drama tbh.

For this fic he isn't the villain to Steve, even if he might seem like a monster, and I hope that gets across when I eventually come back to this series. I took a break from it for a lot of reasons, but part of it is needing to reevaluate what I'm getting out of writing it, and if it's healthy for me. I don't know if this is an exceptionally harsh depiction of Billy, it's not necessarily positive, but it does have a lot of different layers. Finding a nuanced way to portray that relationship (and a way to work through my own thoughts and feelings about mine) isn't easy, but I don't really think I write it in a two-dimensional way. I'm not sure if you were saying I did, but if you were, I'll just have to respectfully disagree and leave it at that.

As for tags, well this one I just have to own up and say I'm sorry. I didn't really know how to tag it, because I still didn't know what to consider for them. I don't really know how to consider my own relationship, which is what this is based on. So tagging it with things like sexual abuse or with things like SA...I don't know I just haven't worked through if it would even be considered that?

Regardless of my personal journey with my writing though, there's outside readers who have their own journeys. It's something that you explained in a really clear way, so I appreciate that you took the time to make me see where I was leaving a gap. I don't want people to think it was intentional? I don't think of my fics as a 'YouTube jumpscares' but more as a complicated web of a lot of things I work through in my own mind.

I put the note on my fifth fic to let people know that there would be a lot of complicated stuff going on, and so they could choose to opt out or not, but I understand that wasn't enough. If anyone got triggered or upset by what I wrote, then I do sincerely apologize for that. We talk a lot about curating your own online experience, but to do that you also have to be properly prepared for the experiences you go into. Where I didn't help contribute to that is on me.

As for people who might be worried about the series mentioning this a lot after this? It won't. I work through things in my own way, and I knew I wanted to make this part of Steve's journey, but it's not his entire journey. After this there's just a lot of fluffy parts like the first few one shots again. This was just something I needed for myself.

It's funny, I owe that series a lot, but I honestly just kind of hate it right now.

I don't really know if 'being blinded by hate' is really fair to say about the relationship I'm trying to portray, because I don't hate Billy and neither does Steve. There's love there, and a wish for something better that they'll never get to have, and I hope that you can stick with it to see how it all plays out. I like to think I'm writing for more than just bashing on a character. As for just dropping it in, well I've known what I want to do this entire time, but I can understand where people would come from thinking it was just dropped in.

I'm sorry if you're disappointed, but don't forget, writers are just humans too. We do things and we make mistakes, and this was just one of mine. I think I have everything properly tagged on the series now? If you feel differently though, you're welcome to DM me. I don't bite. I struggle with ao3 tagging in general, so I'm always grateful when anyone suggests tags I should be adding. Someone told me today I should add a genderfluid Steve tag to my latest fic, and I didn't even realize I forgot to.

Anyways. Long and probably too personal, but I figured I wanted to explain best I could. If you don't care about any of that, well, the tags got added.

#personal #Like really fucking personal #I don't really wanna debate about billy #so please no one try to come talk to me about him #tw: sa mention #tw: abuse #tw: unhealthy relationship #tw: domestic violence #but anon thank you for taking the time to write all that #I am....a little overwhelmed currently #Liam speaks up

[writingforatwistedworld]

Wanted to write something self-indulgent so that I don't get too burned out from only doing requests.

Self-aware au

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

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, masquerade event spoilers, obsession, unhealthy relationship, religion

My works are meant for entertainment only! Nothing in here is meant seriously nor exists to offend any religious/cultural/... group

Player is a real God

God of justice and kindness

My my, it seems like you have chosen to have a fanatic like him to be your follower

Oh, that was only a small side effect of him being him? Whoops...

But let's be honest, this man is obsessed with the idea of non-magicians being “pure” so you could probably imagine that he is all in all a rather... uh... not-so-negotiable person once we are talking about his goals and ideals

So here you are, standing on the tower, battling him with the others... you the poor magicle-WHAT IS THAT??!

I guess your patience was finally done so you just decided to end things once and for all... or maybe your justice senses or whatever was lingering and you just wanted to slap him really bad in the name of “justice” (nah you were just annoyed)

After all of that Malleus being creepily mushy the celebration happened and whom do my tired and totally not overworked eyes spot in that crowd? Exactly. The guy who you just slapped into the next world for a few seconds

But why the heck are his eyes holding such an interesting light... annnddd he is your follower. Mhm. Yup. You have seen that look before

Now that he can't just take everyone's magic with a few weeds he might as well search for another way to reach his goal all whilst following you and praying like his life depends on it

To be honest... he probably thinks it does

But how could he resist such a perfect diety like you? The scared lein one hand, balancing good and evil and a soft look in your eyes...

Yes, you are truly a God worthy of his attention and devotion

But my my seems like some students have gone missing... haven't they questioned your authority just a few days ago?

Since “Yandere themes” is in my warnings you probably already have a hunch about what is going on

A God that knows nothing but pure kindness, treating non-magical and magical beings alike all whilst making sure that those that deserve punishment when needed is something so good he wouldn't even be able to have that kind of existing in his dreams

But whoops, seems like you are real and here right beside him after all

And if you turn your gaze away? This must be his fault for not getting rid of magic sooner

Soon you will see him with even deeper eyebags mumbling something about “needing to prove himself useful”

Please talk and stop him, we don't need another crisis

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland rollo #rollo x reader #rollo flamm #rollo flamm x reader #twst rollo #tw: yandere #tw: unhealthy relationship #tw: obsession #tw: religion #tw: spoilers

[tomboyjessie13]

Takes place during the [Death Thirteen] arc Loosely inspired by "Assassination Classroom"

Study room, DIO's Mansion Christmas Eve, 1988 - Sunset

Medea: *Sneaking into the study room for her bedroom* ................. *She reaches out for the doorknob to her bedroom* ........ *Sees a candle lit behind her, becomes scared* !?!?!? *She turns around and sees DIO at the study room's desk with Vanilla Ice standing next to him* ............

Vanilla Ice: *Glaring at her*

DIO: *Tenting fingers*........... *gestures to the chair in front of him* Have a seat, will you?

Medea: ...... *Looks down* Yes, sir... *Approaches him and sits down* ...Is there something wrong?

DIO: *Presents her two spirit photos of Steely Dan and Arabia Fats being battered and bruised* These are what's wrong, my dear. While you were making your escape, Steely Dan and Arabia Fats were beaten to an inch of their lives by Jotaro Kujo. You had every opportunity to assist them in killing the Joestars and you just left these two to fend for themselves like lambs to the slaughter.

Medea: They didn't even need me, they were just fine on their o-

DIO: *Raises voice* REGARDLESS, *Lowers voice* You could've at least ambushed these people while they did their jobs... I've expected better of you, even Hol Horse and J. Geil were successful in taking out Avdol by working together.

Medea: .....

DIO: ..... Do you know what day it is today?

Medea: Hm?..... It's uh, Christmas Eve, why?

DIO: Correction: It's the one-year anniversary of your first arrival to this mansion, the day when you started working for me after our little agreement in Ireland. And here you are failing at being a decent agent, quite a rotten way to celebrate an anniversary if you ask me.

Medea: ....*looks down again* I understand... I'm sorry.

DIO: "Sorry" doesn't make up for this predicament, you failed me too many times and yet you somehow have the nerve to crawl back here empty handed, you didn't even bring back some of Joseph's hair for me.

Medea: I'm trying my best sir, really, I am, it's just that J-

DIO: Then maybe you should've tried BEING your best while you were with Steely Dan.

Medea: Y'know, I don't know why you're defending that slimball? Are you aware that he killed Enyaba?

DIO: Why yes, I ordered him to.

Medea: *Shocked* WHAT!?

DIO: She and her assassins have failed to kill the Joestars as promised, she had to be let go.

Medea: *Stood up* How could you do such a thing!? I know Enyaba's a horrible witch, but she was nothing but loyal to you for many years, she's the reason why you and the others have Stands in the first place and even helped you getting to where you are now in Egypt's social hierar- *Noticed Vanilla Ice's enraged face and frozed up* !!!!

Vanilla Ice: ゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴ

Medea: *In her mind* Vanilla Ice is making that face again...here it comes. *[Flogging Molly] shows up to brace Medea for impact*

DIO: *Snaps his fingers*

Vanilla Ice: RAGH! *Grabs Medea's hair* ​​​​​​​

Medea: GAH!

Vanilla Ice: *Starts shaking her violently, angrily shouting:* SHUT YOUR FILTHY MOUTH, YOU UNGRATFUL WHORE! YOU DON'T EVER SPEAK OUT OF TURN AGAINST MASTER DIO! IF HE SAYS SHE DESERVES TO DIE, THEN SHE DESERVES TO DIE! HE ORDERED HER TO BE ERASED BECAUSE SHE FAILED HIM AND BROKE HER PROMISES! AND YOU OF ALL PEOPLE HAVE THE GALL TO QUESTION HIM!? HE TOOK YOU IN WHEN NO ONE ELSE WOULD AND THIS IS THE THANKS HE GETS!? YOU SHOULD BE GRATFUL THAT MASTER DIO EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT KEEPING YOU ALIVE OR I'D SEND YOU TO THE VOID RIGHT NOW!!! *Stops shaking her, panting heavily and still holding onto her hair* Hah...hah...hah...hah...

Medea: ............... *Her Stand let's go of Vanilla Ice's arms* You're right... Please forgive my insolence, Master DIO, I wasn't thinking.

DIO: *Smirks* ...You're forgiven. *To Vanilla Ice* Leave us be, Ice. I want to have a private conversation with her.

Vanilla Ice: *Let's go of her hair, still panting* Hah...hah...hah...hah... Yes...Master DIO... *Leaves the room*

Medea: ......*In her mind* Oh no, what now?

DIO: *Stands up from his seat and walks around her* Now then, you listen to me: You're a simple-minded human, *grabs her shoulders from behind* you have no idea how the world works yet. *walks her to her bedroom* But I, DIO, know what's best for you and what's left of our little circus. *Locks the door behind them and proceeds to rub her shoulders* I won't let you end up like those traitors, trust me. Once the Joestars are out of the picture, we can become rulers of the world without any interference.

Medea: ......*In her mind* What's this "we" stuff? Only "YOU" wanted to rule the world.

DIO: *Brushes fingers against the bite marks on her neck, removing the makeup from it* Hmm, haven't I told you how beautiful you look with these scars?

Medea: ......*In her mind* Only about a million times.

DIO: *Let's her go and walks to her closet to rummage it* Tell me, when was the last we've been alone like this? Your 19th Birthday? That was over a month ago, wasn't it? Tell you what, how about I take you out this evening, just the two of us. *Takes out a plum purple evening dress from the closet, it was short and form fitting with exposed shoulders and long sleeves* A little bit of fun and you'll be refreshed enough to take on your missions again. *He moves her to a large mirror and stands behind her, putting her dress in front of her body* Fufufu, look how voluptuous you look in this dress, it really shaped out your body's curves wonderfully.

Medea: *In her mind* Yeah, it's great, except I look like a slut... What's happening between us isn't healthy... I hate to say it, but Kakyoin's right: I'm nothing more than a plaything in DIO's little world with no semblance of freedom. This is his RPG, I'm just his new playthrough.

DIO: *Gives her the dress* Oh and before I forget: I just got word from Boingo that [Thoth] gave him another prediction, it says that in four days, the Joestars will arrive on a small island in the Red Sea to meet someone there. Who's he? I don't know, but I'm planning on having both you and Cameo stationed there a day early to prepare for their arrival.

Medea: ............ *out loud, surprised* Huh!? That's a little too soon, don't ya think!? We don't even know who this stranger i-

DIO: *Glares down at her* No excuses, Medea. Now if I were you, I buy myself a cooler to carry Joseph's head in.

Medea: *In her mind* Now he's making THAT face... nothing I say won't make any difference.

END

#tw: unhealthy relationship #jojo's bizarre adventure #dio brando #vanilla ice #vanilla ice jojo #enya the hag #steely dan #steely dan jojo #arabia fats #jojo oc #oc #incorrect quotes #assassination classroom

[the-girl-with-too-many-ideas]

While on the subject of Fruits Basket, does anyone else realize how incredibly fucked up Tohru's parents relationship actually is?

If my math is correct, Kyoko, who was in goddamned middle school, was 15 and Katsuya 23. Kyoko was fucking 17 when she had Tohru, while Katsuya was 25.

Holy shit this is fucked.

#idea dump #ramblings of a sleep deprived girl #spoilers #fruits basket #tw: unhealthy relationship #tw: age gap #tw: implied abuse of power #tw: teenage pregnancy #tw: relationship between an adult and a minor #tw: inappropriate relationship #like holy shit katsuya was a creep #kyoko was a vulnerable teen in a bad situation #he was her teacher and confidant #the more you think about it the more it looks like grooming #I hate that it's romanticized by the series #I like to think that if he had lived Kyoko would have realized how fucked her situation is #you can't convince me that their relationship wouldn't have fallen apart eventually if Katsuya lived

[the-starsong-atelier]

This is a very messy post and I might delete it cus it is very rambling and I don’t know how to format or make sense out of it.

Writing and day dreaming Diakko actually made me realize why relationship can be so hard to be written healthy(if that the right word).

The most easy way for me to explain what i am talking about is it:

I think Diana would be somewhat protective of Akko due to the trauma of losing a important person so early in life. (Side note: this is the exact headcanon that cause me to realize all this stuff)

Probably the “heathy” or “best” way to show/write the protective would be like Diana being a little to mildy concerned about the troubles that Akko might be in(also something unusual thing being happening as well, like Akko suddenly stoping replying to texts for few days), Diana teaching Akko lot of self-defensive spells and other way to contact help with magic, being fully honest and open about her feeling/concerns with Akko, completely trust Akko ability to ask for helps when she need to. The list goes on.

Here the things tho, if you aren’t careful, the way you write them can easily cause it to be very toxic, unhealthy, and even abusive. Especially if you didn’t put a lot of thought beside from “it sound cute and wholesome” if that make sense. Like there a lot of moments where I just write cus I thought it was cute and then when I actually re-read, I actually outright goes like “Wow Diana is fucking obsessive/controlling” and “Akko would just has lack of freedom!”

I think knowing how to write a healthy or unhealthy relationship is also a very powerful tool as well cus you can make such a good drama, hurt/comfort, and personal story with it tool. Like for example, it could make a story about Diana being scared that she is being too controlling of Akko and is trapping her of her dream like a person clipping a bird’s wing to prevent them fly would make a powerful story if you know how to do the relationship right.

IDK how to end this post. I also don’t know if I am the only one on this cus I am not experienced with healthy relationships and I don’t has really good socials skills. Tho I am trying to fix that. This also don’t just apply to Diakko.

Random note, but writing this remind me of a Japanese short story about a salamander and a frog being trapped. Forgot the name tho.

#little witch academia #lwa #writing #tw: unhealthy relationship #adding just in case #diakumo #akko kagari #atsuko kagari #writer beginners #diakko #dianakko #diana cavendish #ramblings

[spreadssheets]

Y'know what this started out as something cute and went here and i don't even want to explain how it ended up like this but here the fuck we are

#steddie #stranger things #tw: blood #tw: romanticising torment #tw: romantisicing dark themes #tw: gore #tw: spit #tw: unhealthy relationship #tw: unequally yoked

[themidlibrary]

𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍 + ❝ w𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 — 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾❞

tw: yandere ,obsessive behavior, unhealthy relationship, murder (implied), aggression (implied), arrest and stalking

• rook hunt is an obsessive and possessive yandere, a more than dangerous combination

• you are such a fascinating being in his eyes, he needs to know everything about you: your dreams, your most intimate secrets, your likes and dislikes and any other information that makes you have a better understanding of yourself; he will be following you in your day to day.

• romantic rivals and any individual who gets in the way will be eliminated with subtlety and elegance, in the end, it's still rook — poisoning and fatal accidents managed to take on new meaning by being done by him.

• he has no shame in stealing items from you, like a hairpin or a pen , but when the obsession intensifies, he is not being as subtle as before; you'll miss clothes, a book you want to read and even your toothbrush.

• and when you don't feel satisfied, rook will be coming for you; be aware that you will not be able to escape it, using his unique magic, it won't take long for him to capture you and trap you in one of pomefiore's abandoned rooms

• he will be seeking to claim you in every possible way, you don't need anyone else but him, you never did and you never will.

• he will dedicate passionate praise and poetry to you, as well as take care and see to it that you are comfortable; if you are behaving rudely in his view — it comes down to you trying to escape and begging to leave —, rook will not hesitate to correct you.

• but don't worry, he will tend to your wounds in the end and whisper words in your ear, something that doesn't match the actions he did before arriving at that moment.

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #disney twst #twisted wonderland headcanons #gn reader #pomefiore #rook hunt #rook x reader #tw: yandere #tw: violence #tw: obsessive behavior #tw: unhealthy relationship #tw: prison #tw: persecution