I Am Extremely Mentally Ill And When I Was Younger And First Getting Into Fanfiction I Had A Really Bad

I am extremely mentally ill and when I was younger and first getting into fanfiction I had a really bad obsession with yandere!character x reader fics because I loved the idea of someone literally stalking and obsessing over me(extremely unhealthy) but I also related to it because my BPD was untreated at the time and when I imagined my favorite person or character it was easy for me to put myself in the yandere's shoes and understand their mindset to a frightening extent.

Luckily now I am medicated and in therapy so I no longer am obsessed with those types of fics, though sometimes I like reading them for the psychological horror aspect, I occasionally relate to the yandere character a little bit.

However I used to consider this a strength, especially whenever I tried to write my own yandere stories because it was so easy for me to relate to the mindset that it felt really natural to write from the yandere's perspective or like a 3rd person that focused on the yandere.

Anyways the next post I make will probably be like a list of the types of yanderes that are most commonly used in media(even though most yandere characters have a mix of all the traits in each type)

thanks fish. needed this.

this post is exclusively for people with dirty rooms

this post is specifically for people who know their room is a mess, but their brain won't let them clean it. this post is for you. I love you and I see you

Part Two to the fic I posted last night

gideon graves save me... save me gideonnn

(no singing in this one bc my bsf will shoot me)

You stood in your dressing room, fixing your hair and changing back into your civilian clothes, dusting yourself off checking yourself out in the mirror. The door burst open, just as you suspected. There stood Gideon Graves in all his egotistical glory.

"What. The. Fuck!" He yelled, stalking towards you as you casually stood at the vanity. You expected him to be mad, you weren't super surprised.

"What?" You put one hand on your hip as you shift your weight to one side, staring at him challengingly. He narrows his eyes and continues to move in on you.

"You can't quit on me. You're my best performing artist, and our contract isn't expired yet, so you're stuck with me." He smiles slyly and puts a hand on your shoulder, gripping it tightly making you wince.

"Fuck you and your contract, Graves." You stare into his eyes, a confident glint in your eyes even as he tilts his head, his smile even wider now. It was kind of freaky.

"Oh is that what you want? You just want me to fuck you?" He asks, his expression becoming an attempt at being alluring. You scrunch your nose up in disgust, picking his hand up off of you and pushing him away.

"Hell no." You spat back at him stepping away and turning your back to him as you go to gather your things to leave. As you reach for your purse, he grabs your arm, spinning you around to face him and pulling you close to him. Your bodies were now only inches apart as he stared into your eyes.

"I've always thought you were cute, did you know that?" He says as he grabs your chin, holding it between his thumb and index finger and tilting your head up to look him in the eyes. A shiver runs down your spine as you stare into his cold eyes. He grits his teeth as he adjusts his hold on your face to now be squeezing your cheeks and bringing you even closer, your lips grazing his as you speak.

"You're an asshole." You squint your eyes at him as he laughs at you before pulling you in and kissing you aggressively, a new type of aggression you hadn't experienced before. Your eyes shot open wide as he kisses you. You try to push him off, but his hold on you was too tight, and if you were being honest with yourself, you liked this. You pressed your body against his, now closing your eyes as you kissed him back. He smiles against your lips, moving his free hand to grip your waist, his fingers pressing into your skin so hard you were sure he was going to leave bruises.

He pushes you against the wall and you desperately reach up to his hair, tangling your fingers in his brown locks, making him groan as you tug lightly at his hair. He finally lets go of your face, moving his hand down to your neck and choking you slightly, making sure not to restrict your airflow. It was as if he'd done this many times before. He pulls away from the kiss, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes and a cheeky smile. God you wanted to just punch the smile off of his face.

"Still wanna quit now?" He asks, smirking as he brushes a few strands of hair away from your face. You smile and push him away, finally grabbing your purse and getting ready to leave.

"Yeah, bye!" You wave over your shoulder leaving him dumbfounded behind you in the dressing room as he watches you leave. His jaw drops and stands there, frozen in his tracks.

"Hey! You can't just-!"

"I just did!"

fuck this, me and my three weed smoking girlfriends are out of here.

MY BOYS

emo boy and a goose and knives

i just wanted this ONE THING!! ONE. THING! but no she has favorites and of course she gives her favorites the roles😍😍😍