Prompt #1089

"Why did you come back?"

"Because I forgot something important."

"Oh, what did you forget?"

"You, you idiot."

The Boston Globe, Massachusetts, May 7, 1904

Silly drunk dialogue

Can also be under the influence of other stuff.

Potential Yandere x Abused Fem!Reader

A/n: This is another drabble. I’ve been trying to pass it as a x reader story but I got severely stumped so I decided to still post it. (cause I feel like I did a fantastic job on it) If you squint, you could count this as yandere.

Summary: Basically, the story is about you running away from your twisted household (controlled by your step-mother) to get away from her, as you were escaping you get kidnapped. You soon find out it was your “dead” husband, your step-mother arranged you to marry for money and soon after killed him because he was trying to help your situation. Now he is bent on protecting you and getting “even” with your step-mom…any means necessary.

Warnings: Scars, Mentions of death, Mentions of abuse, Trauma, Slight smut, Mushy stuff. Masterlist Mega List

You ran away. You just couldn’t take it anymore. The loneliness and the abuse was killing you from the inside out. Tears burn in your eyes and stain your cheeks. Now caught up in yourself, you neglect to realize the hand over your mouth. “Finally.” You managed to let out a few muffled screams before you completely knocked out.

“No one will want a fat, stuck up brat! 20 more!” “Yes, Mother.”

Transitioning from low breaths, you awake breathing heavily. “GET OUT!” You flinch at the sudden noise and clashing of objects. The somewhat familiar male voice sighs. You try to shift the bag off your head but fail. “oh right the bag.” He snatches the bag off your head. Your head whips to the side, tears smoothly fall down your face. He forces your face to see his. “p-please-” The tears in your eyes wash away and you can see a clear picture of the male. He caresses your cheek. “Y/n~ It’s been a while.” He holds the back of his neck.

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what if your stalker loses the remaining piece of human decency he has left

okay.

he was scaring you, acting extremely scary and out of character in your eyes. even if that's who he's always been under the mask...

"no. stay longer." he demanded said.

"it's getting late, and I've been with you for a few days." you replied back, still trying to be polite and understanding in some way. you kept a comfortable smile on your face as you continued, "remember what I said about having time to miss me?"

he didn't want to hear that shit. you said this so often that it actually made him not want to hear your voice. even with the rampant thoughts of wanting to grab the nearest fabric and shove it in your mouth to shut you up, he brushed his hair back to express mild frustration with your words.

and with all this conversation, you still didn't make a definite move. you didn't get up, you didn't sternly say you were leaving and you definitely didn't get up to automatically pack up your things.

that's how exactly nygma got his second personality

original ↓

i did the thing

the full thing!

I love this panel and if everyone else is redrawing it with their Eddie designs, I figured why shouldn't I?

i need edward nashton covered in blood, sobbing, crying, screaming, babbling, spitting, drooling, puking. i need him tearing apart his room, breaking furniture. i need to see him grab someone by the throat as he growls the most upsetting horrifying foul words spoken. i need him bashing their head into the floor as he screams STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! i want him tying someone to a chair and torturing them for weeks. i want someone to break his kneecaps with a hammer.

Edward could NOT stop smiling, this guy was down BAD after not seeing Oswald for 10 years.

when you say "Vox is the hinge" this is what you mean right

Jolly guy

i feel like this is relevant to a lot of ships