#tw: violent thoughts
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every breath you take
(( stalker!billy au )) chapter one of ?
pairing | billy hargrove/steve harrington
summary | Billy loves Steve, hanging around his house and making himself comfortable - Steve just doesn't know it yet. (OR Someone requested a stalker!billy drabble and now I'm writing more parts to it.)
a/n | as said in the summary, a very kind anon requested some stalker!billy content and now i've written a part two! before the stars is the original drabble. find it on ao3 here !! feel free to request dark/dead dove content :')
warnings | billy is stalking/obsessed with steve like mad here, so be prepared for extreme possessiveness, jealousy issues, threats of violence (against other people), toxic behaviour, etc !!
Steve Harrington’s house still baffled Billy despite being inside dozens of times. It was just so different than the shitty house they’d moved into when moving to Hawkins, where he had to use a milk crate as a vanity and the shower he shared with his brat of a kid sister only spit out hot water half the time. It was massive, with a gorgeous swimming pool like the one he used to have in their home in California.
He still didn’t understand the downgrade. Their home had been much nicer in California, Neil had had a better paying job. For whatever stupid reason, after he married Susan, his father decided to take a transfer to Hawkins where he made half his Californian salary. They were financially struggling and it made living with Neil even harder than normal.
That was the real reason why he liked being over to the Harrington house so much.
Steve didn’t know he was constantly around, but it made no difference. He didn’t need to know, at least not yet. He had to continue to believe that Billy couldn’t stand King Steve so he would never suspect that the reason his things were started disappearing was because of Billy Hargrove.
He liked to take souvenirs every now and then. A pair of Steve’s underwear here, one of his sweatshirts out of the laundry basket there. Someone so rich would never miss the disposable things, he figured. Nothing had happened yet, at least, and his Steve collection continued to grow.
The truth of the matter was that he loved Steve. It was why he acted so mean around him, like a child picking on a girl they had a crush on in the school yard. It didn’t work, though. Steve continued to be blissfully oblivious to his advances even though Billy got more and more obvious about it — a few weeks prior he’d pressed his bulge against Steve during a basketball practice, even, and nothing.
The guy was hopelessly heterosexual or a proper idiot, and Billy was banking on the later.
He was having a very rough day, a fresh bruise blooming on his cheek from the fist of his father, when he heard it.
Laughter. A girl’s laughter.
Nancy Wheeler’s laughter.
He crept to the fence surrounding the Harrington’s backyard and looked through the tiny hole he’d made a few months prior. The world suddenly turned red at what he saw.
Nancy Wheeler in a tiny little bikini, practically hanging off of his Steve, who was also just in his swimming trunks. He looked as beautiful as ever, but Billy had the most sour taste in his mouth at the sight of Nancy.
It should have been him. He should have been the once pressing into Steve, holding his arm.
Steve belonged to him.
It wasn’t just the two of them, though. The older Byers kid was there, too, and he was also laughing and taking pictures of the pair of them.
He tried to calm down by adding up the facts in his head.
Nancy and Steve had broken up months ago. They were still friends, but they never really spoke. Steve had groveled over her for awhile, had let it affect his basketball skills, too, until Billy had taunted him enough that he’d gotten his head back in the game. There were rumours that Nancy had quickly moved on to Byers, which he had assumed to be true, but now he wasn’t so sure.
For her sake, he hoped it was true. He wouldn’t let anyone come between him and his lover, even if said lover didn’t know they were together yet, especially not Nancy Fucking Wheeler.
It’d be such a tragedy for the entire town if a bright young girl with so much potential wound up floating in the Quarry.
He watched her bounce around, trying to look innocent while still pressing her arms together in that way that girls did when they wanted to make some extra cleavage and show off without being obvious.
It made him feel sick. She was such a little priss in school, yet here she was, basically ready to star in a porno with her ex for Byers’ camera.
What pissed him off further was that it meant he wasn’t going to get into Steve’s room, either. They were supposed to be out of the house; Steve was always out on Tuesday’s at four. Billy was sure of it, because he’d been watching Steve every day for many months and knew what he did every second of every day.
He knew the kind of cereal he liked to eat, what station he kept the radio on, how he folded his socks and where his secret stash of condoms and nude magazines were. He’d looked through them, had found the pages that were turned down. They were all women, all brunettes with tight bodies that could have been Nancy if you squinted hard enough, but it didn’t make any difference.
They were destined to be together. Steve just didn’t know it yet. But he’d find out one day soon, and Billy would convince him they were soulmates whether he liked the fact or not.
The more he watched, the angrier he got. Steve had already had his pictures taken for the yearbook by Byers’ two weeks and three days ago during fourth period at school. Their current little party wasn’t anything to do with school or the yearbook, he was sure of it.
This was Jonathan Byers being a pervert and Nancy Wheeler being a slut and he couldn’t let his sweet boy be tarnished by their poison.
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“Well, well, well. Someone’s looking rather sad. Wheeler get back with you only to dump your ass again, Harrington?”
Billy reached out and shut the locker Steve was in front of to be able to get a proper look at him. He was looking as beautiful as ever, hair freshly washed and a sweater he kept hung up in his closet on. It was one he didn’t wear often, one that his auntie had given him as a gift the previous Christmas, and he wondered why he suddenly decided to wear it.
“Piss off, Hargrove. Really not in the mood,” Steve’s voice oozed frustration, long fingers immediately yanking the locker back open.
For a moment, Billy was taken aback. He hadn’t been expecting him to be in a genuine bad mood when he hadn’t been in months. All at once his mind was consumed with thoughts of why he could have been in a bad mood. If someone had hurt his boy, had even just upset him, he’d kill them without a second thought.
“Was just messing around, sweetheart,” His voice didn’t give him away and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jean jacket so Steve wouldn’t see how they curled into fists. His mind was reeling with possibilities, every single one including Steve getting hurt somehow. He didn’t like it one bit. “Oh, come on, Stevie. Lighten up, would ya?” His words were softer then, though, gentler and kinder. Kind enough that Steve pulled his eyes away from the contents of his locker to look at him.
It took everything in Billy not to grab his face and yank him in for a kiss. He had no idea how alluring he was, how difficult he made it to stay away from him. It wasn’t Billy’s fault that he couldn’t resist him; if Steve wasn’t so perfect, he wouldn’t have been so bloody in love with him.
“What’s up with you? Bothering you is no fun if you just stand there and take it.”
Normally Billy would have faked a pout, would have mocked him, but his voice was still genuine, still soft. There was concern there, worry even.
Because he was worried. He was worried that someone had hurt his boy without his permission.
“As if you even want to hear it,” Steve scoffed, rolled his eyes, his attempt at maintaining normalcy when Billy wasn’t acting mean.
“Try me.”
Steve’s eyes widened. Billy wondered if he was going to burst into tears because someone, even if it was just Billy Hargrove, wanted to listen to what he had to say. He didn’t know yet that Billy wanted to hear everything he had to say every single day for the rest of their lives, and that he already knew so much about his shitty parents that hadn’t done anything but shout at him every now and then since he was five years old, and how hurt he got when he had to pretend laugh at the jokes everyone made about him being stupid.
Billy would never call him stupid. He wanted to cover him in kisses and remind him he was the most intelligent man he’d ever met in between each one.
“I think someone’s been following me,” Steve leaned in closer to Billy, not wanting anyone to overhear. “Even breaking into my place. A lot of my shit is just gone.”
For half a second, Billy debated on panicking. The thought came just as quickly as it left, though, and was replaced with one about how he could use the situation to his advantage. Steve may have thought someone was obsessed with him, but he didn’t know who.
Billy could swoop in, be his protector. Save him from the scary people breaking into his place, scare away whoever it was that was following him.
Of course, he was the one who was breaking in and following him constantly, so Steve wasn’t in any real danger, but the clueless boy would never know it.
Perhaps he’d even invite him over for the first time to go on a little lookout for whatever creep was trying to sneak in.
Excitement shot through him. He could be in Steve’s house, in his room, but with Steve. Not on his own, not having to keep an ear open for any cars arriving home early, no sneaking around and tiptoeing on the specific floorboards that he knew didn’t creak when his parents did happen to show up.
He hid his thoughts from showing on his face, eyes flickering over Steve’s pretty features as he listened. “You sure you haven’t misplaced it or anything? Left it in your car?”
“No. I’ve checked everywhere. One of my sweaters is gone, and a few other things,” Steve shook his head.
The other things were underwear, his toothbrush, a bottle of his hairspray and cologne, more underwear, a few condoms. Billy had them all stashed safely in his room. He slept in the sweater Steve was spoke about missing most of the time, wore it with nothing underneath, sometimes even jacked off onto it. If he ever gave it back, ever returned it years down the road when Steve knew about everything and thought it was so cute that Billy just couldn’t resist him, every time he saw Steve in it, all he’d be able to think about would be all the shots of cum that had once upon a time been littered across the same fabric.
“You don’t believe me,” Steve’s face turned sad, but only for a second, before it was filled with anger. “Forget I said anything. Just leave me alone, Hargrove.”
“Relax, amigo. Didn’t say that,” Billy put his hands out in defence, an act of peace. “I’m just thinking of who the hell would be dumb enough to break into a house like yours. Do you not have security systems and shit?”
Billy already knew the answer, obviously— yes, they did have a security system, and Billy knew the code was 04126. It was one of the very first things he’d learned from Steve who had made the mistake of telling Nancy outside the house one day. She’d forgotten something, had to run back in, and he’d gone ahead to get his car started up.
He hadn’t thought anyone had been watching, so he’d called the code out to her.
“Yeah, we do. But I’ve noticed other shit. The towel being moved in the bathroom, an extra glass at the sink that I didn’t use. Stuff like that,” Steve closed his locker to look at Billy properly.
“Well, who do you think did it?” Billy questioned some more. He wanted to see who Steve had on his mind, who he thought his stalker was.
“I don’t know, that’s the thing,” he sighed softly.
“Not Wheeler messing with you, is it?” Hargrove raised his eyebrows a little. “Or one of your little kid friends?”
Steve rolled his eyes. “I doubt it. Nance barely came over when we were together, she has no reason to take my stuff. But—“ he cut himself off, shutting his mouth as an idea seemingly hit him.
“What? You think she’s suddenly interested in you again or something?” Billy was *good* at playing dumb. There wasn’t even the slightest amusement being given away on his face.
“No, but…” he shook his head. “I don’t want to talk about it here.” He gestured with a nod for Billy to follow him. He lead the way out of the school and out into the fresh air. Billy immediately took out a cigarette to light. His body couldn’t be outside without having a cigarette, or so it felt.
“Spill it, amigo. The suspense is killing me here,” he muttered around his smoke, one hand trying to protect the flame as he lit it up.
“Byers. You know, Jonathan. He’s always had a thing for Nance. Maybe he’s trying to be more like me to get her attention or something,” Steve watched Billy’s fingers shake out the flame and push the lighter into his back pocket.
Billy could have squealed with excitement. It was perfect. If he could convince Steve that Jonathan was his stalker, he could kill two birds with one stone, take out both Byers and Wheeler in one go. “Wouldn’t surprise me. He’s always been a fucking creep, perving on girls with that camera,” he muttered. “Careful he doesn’t go perving on you, Harrington. Fuck knows what he’s into.”
“You don’t think he could have a crush on me?” Steve scoffed like it was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard.
Billy gave an innocent shrug of his shoulders. “He’s weird and you’re a pretty boy. Don’t tell me you’d actually be surprised if you found out Byers liked you. Dude probably wants to have a go with you and Wheeler at the same time,” he snorted and pulled the cigarette out of his lips to blow out smoke.
Steve’s hands went to his hips, looking irritated and annoyed, but there was a twinge of pink to his cheeks. It was faint, but Billy was sure of it. It was there, the soft pink infiltrating his pale skin, and it was all because Billy had called him pretty.
He’d said it to him plenty of times before, though. But maybe this time was different. Maybe this time Steve could understand that Billy was flirting with him by saying it.
“He can have a crush on whoever he wants to have a crush on. I don’t care. But you don’t just take people’s stuff if you like them,” Steve blurted.
Billy just wanted to squeeze his cheeks and tell him to never change. He was so oblivious and it was the most endearing thing. Billy figured he could drop to his knees before him and Steve still couldn’t understand what he was wanting to do.
It was okay, though, because Steve didn’t even need to have a mind of his own. Billy wanted to take care of everything for him, his every thought and desire and whim. A boy as pretty as his Steve should never have had to lift a dainty finger again in his life.
“You’re right,” Billy said, simply enough. “Maybe you should talk to Wheeler—“
“No. Nance can’t know,” Steve cut him off. “She’ll just say I’m being jealous and ridiculous and that I’m always misplacing things. She just won’t get it.”
On the outside, Billy nodded, inhaling on his cigarette, but on the inside, he was like the cat that got the cream. Soon, Steve would realize how horrible Nancy Wheeler was for him. He’d realize how happy he was that they were over and how lucky he was to have someone like Billy willing to dote on him and love him unconditionally. “Well, what’re you gonna do about it?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.
Steve was silent for a long few moments before letting out a heavy sigh, “I don’t know.”
“Well, Harrington,” Billy finally let his mouth grow into a shit eating grin. “Luckily for you, I do.”
#harringrove#harringrove fic#harringrove au#billy hargrove#steve harrington#dark billy hargrove#tw: stalking#tw: obsession#tw: jealousy#tw: violent thoughts#ANON WHERE ARE YOU#my writing#stalker billy au
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Warning: err violent? Thoughts?
I want to rip tear bite i want to chomp into baldurs gate and taste its essence i want to remove my organs and replace them with those of the characters i want to Be in the game i am goung to Yell if i cannot be there i want my brain to calm the fuck down i am worried but i am also holyy fuckckkk the music is so good the characters are so good and i need to help them all and i need to be them all and kill them all and die and live and be and fucking fuck i dont words all i have rn is Violence and Hitting and Flapping and ow.
#tw: violent thoughts#look guys#i just needed to get this out#lmao#bc i will not sleep#i mean this hasnt helped much bc i am Buzzing yall#but yano#a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do#(scream and shout and express violent desires… over a video game)#honestly struggling not to grit my teeth bc i fear they’ll crack#i feel like gale if the netherese orb was an active moving animal in him like#an evil rat king flailing about in his chest cavity encircled by flame and scrabbling to escape#yanno#taht totally makes sense#someone help im actually a bit concerned#suffice it to say#i will not rest in peace tonight /ref#the soundtrack fucks#how unhealthy is this scale of 1-10#i am in tears#i feel like an anime character having an ofdly animated breakdown#im gonna throw up#i might scream but yk not allowed to do that rn#send help#man i rlly should take my meds ahha#traggy’s shit
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𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀 wasn't with her head to help on his search for the rulers ( considering she also lack of self-preservation ). There is a lot on her mind, but she figured if she stays at her own chambers she wouldn't have peace, there is too much on her head ( it is driving her mad ). She figured if she keeps her mind busy with something else, she could forget her own problems ( at the leat, momentarily. ) . What else could happen to her? Another struck on her face? She didn't care what else happens to her anymore. Everything was falling apart in her days. Holding firmly the lantern she reached to another dark corridor floor, and saw a figure she is rather familiar with… As she approached it was Elias. Really?! Couldn't have a break?! She confessed to her sister the truth of being jealous of Elias for spending more time with her. The fucking sister stealer. It seems as if she isn't on this journey alone anymore. Perhaps, there is this small part of her that is glad she met him right now. Whatever he mouth says, will keep her distracted from the gloomy thoughts. ❛ Elias?! ❜ She looked at him from head to toe with a small scowl on her features. ❛ Wonderful, stroll isn't it? ❜ She says sardonically. ❛ A little green bird told me, my sister is quite happy. So, thank you for that. If you ever say it to somebody else, I'll cut your tongue, I do not care how big you are. ❜ God! How it hurt to say a compliment to Elias, she could feel a pang in her heart to say it out and loud. The blonde wasn't exactly great, she was all gloomy not as cheerful as she used to be, her face a bit puffy.
@dxncingxnmyown
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come back. please. i'm getting worse again. i cant live without you please i'll do anything i'll carve out my aching lovesick heart and present it to you as a tribute of my affection just please. dont leave me here alone. -ark
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#yandere#yandere suggestion#obsessive#possessive#longing#heartbreak#heartache#lovesick#tw: violent thoughts#self sacrifice
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𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐓 of energy, that Harley had with the push of some MDMA. Harley went out for a new random hunt, once more 'alone'. This time for pure impulsiveness, not to get the attention of a certain person. She was humming 'kill of the night' song when she heard footsteps near where she was, she knew she had been followed. Quickly, she threw her bat that flew over the goon, hitting on his head, as she grabbed the loot, he was carrying. Another, one appeared, and Quinn stole a gun to shoot the other goon before she could kill him, the guy begged to not be murdered and run away and she backed her attention to the one laid on the floor... ❛ Lillian and Bruce could've a decent meal, y'anno!? ❜ She put her high heels feet on his neck, pressing a little further to hurt the henchman of Joker. ❛ Ms. Quinn! Please I beg you! I --- ❜ He begged and Harley shushed him. ❛ Shhh.... Tell Mr. J I said 'hi'. That I'll re-write a Romeo and Juliet romance with him, with the death in the end. This time Romeo dies for good first, and Juliet remains alive. ❜ She said to him, noticing he was squirming with fear from her. The blonde checked the bag with the loot, with a sly smile crept on her crimson lips. Until, she noticed she wasn't alone, Lana was around and... ❛ For fuck sake! Look this is not what it looks like 'kay!? ❜
@accidentalkriptonian
#tw: violence#tw: drugs#tw: mentions of drugs#tw: violent thoughts#accidentalkriptonian#( lana banana )#tw: death mentions#tw: guns
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I prefer my billionaires À la lanterne.
#anti capitalism#anti monarchy#french revolution#tw: violence#tw: violent thoughts#I’m not serious#or am I#I fell down a French Revolution rabbit hole and this is my new favorite phrase
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“ did someone hurt you?” (Oryn @chairlcg )
⏤ Normally Elizabeth knew how to hold her façade. Today, she was a bit stressed, and she wasn't capable of hiding all her layers per say. She handles enough bullshitery for the day, things she was bottling up. Even a volcano gets an eruption, right? And that being said, the guy managed to get on her last nerves. She is not a person who loses her temper easily. And she said three things that weren't at his please, in return, he slapped her face and threatened to cut her tongue. She kept her cool and watched this douchebag get away from her, once he left the door was already wide open of the bar, which was a tad crowded. ❛ Uh, yeah… That guy over there. The short guy. ❜ She points out, showing Oryn, who it was.
// @chairlcg
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would y'all support me if i "accidentally" decked my friend in the face next time she brought up how fat and disgusting she finds her friend's girlfriend? cuz as a chubby person who has struggled with body image, ed behavior, and generally hating my physical form since i was like six years old, i'm getting really sick of it
#tw: body image#tw: ed mention#tw: violent thoughts#tw: body issues#lots of tws cuz it fucks me up when i see this kind of stuff unexpectedly on my dash#tw: eating habits#tw: eating problems
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i want to scream until my head just pops out of my spine
violent thoughts ahead just a tw im sorry look away im trying to calm down by ranting
#concerned for the safety of those around me bc my own body isnt enough anymore i crave beating someone to pulp#i reckon i can get away with it if i play innocent too#call it self defense#man im turning more aggressive day by day#if i turn into an actual criminal know that i have finally lost it#arson sounds satisfying too tho i wouldnt mind setting things on fire and letting them explode#just the thought of it soothes my stress#no but im actually scared of being on one of those documentaries about a child going batshit and murdering their family 💀💀#i mean i could amd would never but wow#maybe it's time to invest in a proper punching bag. walls are getting old. i need something that moves around and absorbs everything#also cbcbbcbc#tw: violence#tw: violent thoughts#me projecting my inner evil bakugou#ya sabr
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If I have to hold wet clothes ever again I will rip my bare skin open with my teeth and drink my own blood :]
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consider: intrusive thoughts described like shitty Buzzfeed articles
“Top 10 Reasons Why You’re Actually a Pedophile”
“People Are Sharing the Best Slurs to Scream at the Top of Your Lungs and Honestly I Am So Here For It”
“Tell Me Your Favorite Color and I’ll Tell You You Can Jump In Front of A Moving Train Right Now”
“You’ve Heard of [Normal Activity], But Have You Heard of All the Horrible Ways You Can Die While Doing It???!!”
“This Quiz Will RevealWhich Hand You Could Hypothetically Stick in a Blender!”
#ocd#ocd memes#tw ocd#tw self destructive thoughts#obsessive compulsive disorder#intrusive thoughts#tw intrusive thoughts#mental health memes#mental illness memes#coping with humor#tw violent thoughts#pure ocd#dark humour tw#dark humor
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It’s all to much for little Lando Norris
#f1#lando norris#crying violently#mclaren#daniel ricciardo#danny ric#lando norris x reader#tw depressing thoughts#sadlando#twitch#formula 1#formula one
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💋🥀 🩸
💋 — never been kissed? a headcanon about my muses first kiss, who it was with and how they felt about it.
TAKE BACK TO THE PAST... HUNGARY
𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍 an afternoon, the boy of the palace named Imre was following around ten-year-old Barbara. His family served the Lorraine for years, his father was busy with her father discussing adulting topics. Barbie reached the fountain that was in the gardens, Imre stayed observing her as if he was a little scared of her. They played moment priors the middle Lorraine got thirsty. ❛ Want some? ❜ Barbara asked him, after leaning her face to drink the water from the fountain. Imre shrugged shoulders, a little scared of stepping forward. ❛ It's not poisoned. ❜ She warns him. Imre folded the paper in his hand and put it inside of his pocket as he approached her, and the fountain leaning to drink the water, opening his mouth whilst Barbie watched him drinking water she leaned forward and licked his lips and gave a peck on his lips, his eyes widened taken by surprised kissing her back, but the happiness never last long, not when a close fist hits on his face. ❛ Your kiss is so terrible! That's not how a kiss is supposed to be! ❜ Barbie commented as the poor Imre rubbed his nose from her punch. ❛ You punched me!!! ❜ ❛ That's because you are liar! You told me you knew how to kiss! ❜ She stuck a tongue to him, and he did the same to her. Until a ….
❛ BARBARA! Are you fooling around with the son of your father's guard again? You have class right now. You two can play later, and by the way, Imre you have a dance lesson with her. Imre your father is calling you. Say bye to your friend! ❜ The governess grabbed the delicate wrist of Barbie, and she looked backward at him as she was dragging inside the castle.
& Years later the young Imre became her personal guard.
🥀 — the last petal falls! a headcanon about a time my muse has pined or felt unrequited love for another.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 was when Barbara 'crushed' her best friend Reuben, although, she never said a thing to him, nor did she show any interest in him but she caught him flirting with other girls (he didn't see her, in addition, she felt better this way, because she didn't want to ruin their friendship and bond they have). The second time was when she fell for a prince, she fell hard for him, and he was the person she lay with for the second time in her life, however, she caught him cheating on her and passing on her face that other women were way better than her, apart from destroying her (already) self-esteem. Ever since she never got further with anyone, she decided to lock her heart.
🩸 — thicker than water? for a headcanon about my muse and their family; whether biological or a found family, and how they feel about family ties.
𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 middle child, in a way she was always 'forgotten' by her parents, despite them always coming at her when she needed to be the right hand on her eldest sister, if it wasn't anything related to her, then she wasn't useful. But she was hardworking, always tried, and did things to make her parents proud of her nonetheless, despite they never cared about any of her achievements. She made peace with it, she sought love from other sources. Her governess taught her love can come without blood ties. In regards to her sisters, she loves them unconditionally, and she would do anything to make them happy, despite some bickering here and there. Barbara never let the issues she had with her parents affect her relationship with any of her sisters. They don't have absolutely nothing to do with her issue with them.
#( — headcanon. )#ty for sending me it <3#suddenly i wrote a bible rip#frvgcleternty#tw: neglect#tw: violent thoughts#tw: poison mentions#tw: self loathing#tw: cheating
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oh how I wish they’d love me back, but alas you cant have someone that is messed up as you. How bad it will be to be dating someone who wants to stab me and enjoy it as much as id love to stab her
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violent feelings are good, so i have heard, for your health
denis sarazhin // iain thomas // the 1975 // romeo oriogun (via @geryone) // the frights // dante émile (@orpheuslament) // jen mazza // mitski // anna świrszczyńska
#sorry i was left with my thoughts so out comes a yet another weaving#web weaving#tw: blood#love as consumption#love as violence#violent feelings are good so i have heard for your health#sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine#how quickly the blade becomes you#mine#blood
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I want to sink my teeth into your neck, feel the pulse of your heart on my tongue and swallow the taste of you, my love.
#lovesick#obsessive love#bpd yandere#violent yandere#tw violent thoughts#possessive yandere#possessive behavior#possessive#actually borderline
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