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Get him back! But it’s rosekiller.

READATHON WHEN

IT SAYS WEDNESDAY 🙄🙄🙄

ILL SEE YOU TOMORROW THEN

One of us gotta die

No one can love you like I can… 🥀

don’t you just love your undead partner you make keep living despite the pain

We Always Burn

Summary: Rhaenyra Targaryen is sure she knows what she wants until it comes crashing down after an encounter on the beach of Driftmark

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Pairing: Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen (main pairing), Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

Warning (please read): Implied grooming, mild smut, disassociation during sex, some language, toxic relationships, violence, manipulation, obsession, Targaryen ideology critical, not Daemon Targaryen friendly

Words: 1703

A/N: None of the relationships depicted in this are supposed to be seen as good or healthy; this is mostly meant to be a character study

They were meant to burn together. That was the way of dragons. It was what she was told all her life. Dragons were fierce creatures with a fire that burned within each one of them. They could not be tied to anything else. They craved that fire, they needed that fire. They would only be satisfied with that fire. That was what she was taught.  

Daemon had that fire inside of him. He was rogue in every sense of the word. He took what he wanted and feared neither man nor dragon. She was drawn to his fire since she was young. It made sense, after all, dragons were lured to flame. 

Rhaenyra laid back on the blanket sprawled on the sand. She removed the rest of her clothing in anticipation. Above her Daemon hovered. She moved quickly and met his lips in a fiery kiss before he pulled away. She gripped the blanket while staring up above. Her fingers flew to his long white hair to remind herself this was real. It was finally happening. The moment she had dreamed of. 

Daemon spread her legs open and adjusted him in front of her. Rhaenyra bit her lip. In a hasty motion, he moved inside. He pulled out before pushing in again.

Rhaenyra swallowed. She held onto him and tried to kiss him, but he was too focused on what he was doing. She smiles thinly.

This was what she wanted. What she had dreamed of since she was young. Just her and Daemon. She wanted to make love to him. 

She touched his hair. It was real. This was happening. Yet, it wasn’t like she had thought it would be.

She tried to move her hips, but Daemon’s hands kept her legs down. She ran her fingers on his back, attempting to feel him, feel anything. He didn’t respond to her affection. Rhaenyra was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Every thrust moved hastily but she couldn't feel any pleasure. 

Her lip quivered. She glanced down at Daemon. He was too enthralled, chasing his own pleasure to notice her lack thereof. He grunted under his breath. Rhaenyra should have been happy that he would get such pleasure from her, from her body. 

She stared up above at the dark sky of Driftmark. The stars were out, and they were beautiful. Rhaenyra kept her eyes on them as she pretended to arch her back and let out small moans. Would that please Daemon? Would it please her?

She didn't know. She just stared at the sky as her mind became numb.

Rhaenyra blinked her eyes open. She saw the night sky looming over her, its beautiful stars shining in contrast. The sound of waves crashing against the shore was close by. The smell of sea salt reminded her she was still on the beach. Slowly, she sat up. The princess looked around. Her dress was poorly undone and hung off her shoulders. She touched the back of her head, her carefully done braid had come loose. She pulled her dress back up and let down her hair, there was no fixing it now. Then Rhaenyra realized she didn’t find any of Daemon’s clothing. 

He was gone. He had left her, once again.

Rhaenyra put on her shoes and walked out of the wrecked boat they had decided to go to. She trudged through the sand, her eyes wavering over the dark landscape. No other person in sight. He really was gone. 

Rhaenyra truly had no idea what happened when she was summoned into the main hall in High Tide. Lord Corlys and Rhaenys were already there hugging Baela and Rhaena. Her eyes searched and found her sons. She ran to their side where Luke had a bloody nose and Jace was bleeding from his head. From where she stood, Rhaenyra saw Aemond sitting with a maester sewing his eye shut.

Shit.

“What happened?” She asked.

It was a mistake to ask out loud. The children began screaming at each other, throwing insults from across the room. Rhaenyra felt her head pounding from the high-pitched shrieks. During this outburst, the door from outside the castle opened, and in walked her uncle. 

Rhaenyra looked at him. He was leaning against a column, his entire body at ease with his arms crossed in front of his chest. An amused smile on his face as he watched the scene before him. He didn’t look over at her, she thought bitterly. He didn’t seem concerned at all. 

Then a voice broke through. It was her father. Rhaenyra held her head up; he would take care of this situation. Ultimately there was back and forth but her father defended her and her children from the accusations. She breathed a sigh of relief. 

Her eyes returned to Daemon. He had yet to acknowledge her. Rhaenyra didn’t understand. She had loved him since she was a child. He had adorned her with gifts and praises. He spoke High Valyrian with her, it was their mother tongue and yet he only shared it with her. He called her the most beautiful woman in the realm. He was so passionate with her that night in the brothel. They had kissed and touched each other in ways that only husband and wife should. He had loved her like a woman grown. He told her they were meant to burn together. 

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Where was that passion now? Where was that fire within him? 

Then a strained voice broke through. “Aemond has lost an eye. Goodwill is not enough.”

Rhaenyra looked up and saw Alicent shaking where she stood. Her brown eyes bared into her father.

“Alicent there has been enough suffering today.”

“Aemond more than anyone has suffered, there needs to be justice”, her voice edged on anger.

Rhaenyra raised her brows. 

“Alicent, that is enough,” her father said.

Her former friend narrowed her eyes at him. “Viserys, he is your son. Your blood. He is without an eye because of the boy.”

Again, anger was beginning to seep through. Rhaenyra watched in fascination. There was a fire there, deep inside Alicent. She wanted to see more.

Rhaenyra raised her head high. “As we already established, my son was acting in self-defense.”

Alicent glared at her. “By bringing a blade, he showed he had other intentions.”

Rhaenyra hid a smirk. She had her now, she wanted to see how far she could push.

“He should have never called my sons such a deplorable word. It is treason to have questioned their birth. Had it been anyone else the punishment would have been far worse.” Rhaenyra paused savoring the rage in Alicent’s eyes. Then she allowed her lip to quirk up. “He is lucky his eye was the only thing taken.”

Alicent stilled for a moment. Her eyes dulled over. Rhaenyra feared that she had broken her. She never wanted her broken. Her thoughts disappeared when the sound of a blade was drawn.

“Alicent!” Her father yelled.

Alicent rushed toward her with the conquer’s blade. Screaming and chaos ensued. Rhaenyra grabbed Alicent by the wrist and kept a hand on her shoulder, maintaining a distance between the end of the dagger. Alicent grunted trying to bury the dagger into her skin, fury dancing in her eyes. 

Rhaenyra was fighting to hide the ecstasy she felt at having gotten a reaction. 

“I have done everything that has been expected of me. I have tried to hold together the kingdom, the family, and the law. Yet you seem to be bent to trampling it all! You have taken my son’s eye and declared that it was fair!”

Rhaenyra struggled against Alicent. The blade was inching closer, but she had never felt more alive. 

“It was that or his life,” Rhaenyra stated. She decided to cut deeper. “This was a mercy.”

Alicent grit her teeth and attempted to slash her face. The same place where Aemond lost his eye. Rhaenyra stared in awe. The same fire she craved was there before her. Alicent had the fire of a dragon. How had she not seen it before? How could she have let her escape? Everything she looked for was right under her nose, she was foolish for not seeing it before. 

Alicent suddenly managed to break out of her grasp. The blade came down, but Rhaenyra moved out of the way. The princess backed away, her children and good parents surrounded her. She felt a stinging sensation on her wrist. Rhaenyra looked down as blood trickled down her hand. 

A beat of silence passed as everyone stared in shock. 

Rhaenyra only watched Alicent’s reaction. The queen seemed horrified by her actions. Her grip on the blade tightened so much so that the tip of her finger pricked the sharp edge. She dropped the dagger on the floor. A deafening clang sounded. The Valyrian steel fell. Blood stained the tip. It was her blood. Close to the handle, Rhaenyra noticed another dash of red. It was Alicent’s. The pool of red mixed. 

The following morning Rhaenyra stood in the courtyard of Driftmark. The wind brushed against her black fur coat. Sea salt hung in the air. A ship trudged forward to King’s Landing. Three distinct roars came from the sky. The dragons set off flying above the ship. Sunfyre and Dreamfyre led with Vhagar, their newest addition, flying behind.    

Rhaenyra focused on the boat. Alicent was inside. She would arrive back home before the day was done. Rhaenyra smirked. The idea that Alicent believed she could run from her was almost laughable. Her fingers caressed the bandages around her wrist. 

She thought of the way they were cut by the same Valyrian steel, how their blood mixed together. And all were present to see. Her ancestors once married in such a manner. Once they did, they were tied together in every way possible. Heart, mind, body, and soul. Rhaenyra had seen that fire within Alicent and would be damned if she was ever going to let her slip away now. 

They were meant to burn together. That was the way of dragons. That was what she was taught. She would never stop until she had that fire.     

Prompt (Idk, but this an idea for something)

"You care about me right? That's why you won't leave me?" They said in a shaky voice, their hand reaching out for the other.

The other only stares, the sound of silence.

"You must love me, that's why you followed me home? Why you watched me from a distance?" They let their arms grasp around the other's waist, holding on for hope.

Finally the other spoke, "Maybe you were just imagining it, you're too self-centered"

Tears dropped down their face, "Please, just answer me. You won't leave me right? Please don't leave me like everyone else" They clung to the others back.

The two stood there in silence.

Cause you are unfixable~

Toxic boyfriend who begs you to stay with him when you threaten to leave and pleads with tears in his eyes even though you know he does this every-time

Toxic boyfriend who mocks you in a sweet voice over the slightest things and when you cry he calls you beautiful and kisses you all over your body and wipes your tears while muttering condescending praises

Toxic boyfriend who is faithful but likes to make you jealous so you too have angry make up sex while he calls you names like “jealous boy” or “desperate thing” as he roughly fucks you

Toxic boyfriend who promises to be better for you and begs you but goes back to his cruel ways within a day soon bending you over the counters and fucking you with his cruel sarcastic praises

Toxic boyfriend who makes you cry because he thinks it make you “pretty” when your eyes are puffy and your cheeks are flushed then making you get on your knees and suck him off

Toxic boyfriend who calls you his “my boy” and “bratty boy” as he fucks you with your legs over his shoulders as you get reduced to a blabbering moaning mess with his dick in you, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you to the point your thighs shake and you cry in painful pleasure from the overstimulation

When discussing toxic parenting, it's disheartening to see how some parents resort to mean comments, physical harm, and mental abuse, only to justify their actions by claiming it's for their child's own good—to make them strong enough to face the world. While I understand that parents often don’t intend to harm their children and may genuinely believe they’re acting in their best interests, it raises the question of why they don’t take the time to heal their own traumas before having children. Addressing their unresolved issues could foster healthier bonds.

Yet, many refuse to accept that their trauma affects their behavior. Parenting can and should involve positive methods. When parents complain that their child is a rebel and doesn’t listen, they need to recognize that this behavior stems from their own actions. When a child is born, their mind is like an empty cup; whatever you fill it with—through your teachings and actions—shapes how they will adapt to life.

The rise in childhood depression can often be traced back to inadequate parenting education and unhealed trauma that leads to repeating toxic generational patterns. Ultimately, if you want to ensure a bright future for your child, it’s crucial to understand them rather than exerting power over them. This approach can help prevent heartbreaking situations where children feel the need to hide their pain or worse. The focus should be on addressing the parents' issues, not blaming the innocent child.

I cried and cried over everything and now I can't even shed a tear to strip myself off this agony that's been penetrating my soul for too long...

So okay so so I so I have a fic idea but I don’t wanna write it if anyone else does please tag me :) ~~~ so Stalker! Serial killer! Tom very obsessive possessive just ya know very toxic au where no war similar ages Harry rich raised soft someone tries to spike his drink and he runs up to Tom (who is looking for a new stalking target cause he got mad and killed his last one and usually goes through them real fast) and is like “hey babe! [please help that guy tried to spike my drink]” and Tom immediately falls in love (obsession) and acts like he is Harry’s boyfriend and chases creepy dude off and is like “hey why did you choose me of all people” and Harry is just like “you look like you would hurt someone if you had to” and Tom is all starry eyed and finds creeper and kills him and starts stalking Harry while also getting Harry’s number and going on dates with him? Could be a oneshot or a whole fic and either way I would love it

ending a toxic friendship and feeling happier but then you have to change your matching home and lock screens, stop drawing your shared ocs, delete your pintrest boards together, and delete shared google docs, and then it really hits you:

theyre gone

Kidnapping story part 1.

Immy and his parents are getting ready for church. He still lives with them despite being old enough to move out. This is because Immy is extremely sheltered from his strict parents. They walk to the church, which is pretty close to their house. Being devout Christians, they pick the house that would be close to the church. They're at church doing their thing and praying while outside Mors is vandalizing the church with a can of red spray paint. Spray painting a giant pentagram on the back of the church. He goes around doing this to all the churches in the area, and this is the first time he's found this church. He's a self-proclaimed Satanist even though satanists wouldn't accept him due to some fucked up shit he endorses and does. He likes to fuck with Christians by vandalizing their churches. As he's doing this he sees immy through the window praying on his knees. instantly Mors’ eyes widen and light up. something about immy makes Mors infatuated with him. He whispers under his breath. I have to cut him… immy's parents stay for the weekly parent meeting while immy starts to walk home. Mors walks up to immy. Hey there, what's your name? He says. I'm not really supposed to talk to strangers. immy replies. It's okay I won't be a stranger for Long… hey I have something to show you. mors practically pulls immy along to the back of the church. He shows him the pentagram he spray-painted. Immy starts to cry, he's sensitive like that. What did you do to our house of God? I gave it a little makeover doesn't it look beautiful? No it doesn't, you monster! Oh you think that's bad you don't know the half of it my love. love? Are you a homosexual? You know that's a sin right? Mors pins him down onto the floor and takes out his knife. Immy starts to yell. Hey, what are you doing!? Mors covers his mouth. Sshhh it's okay I won't do anything to you that I wouldn't do to myself. He caresses his arm. Your skin is so soft. He glides his knife across his arm making a slash and it starts bleeding. He smells his blood and looks in love. Your blood is amazing, you know that right? Immy is struggling to escape. please let me go, he says muffled. Mors gets off him. I'll see you tomorrow love. don't call me that.. then tell me what's your name. I- it's Immy… immy goes home but doesn't tell his parents about what happened because he's worried that they'll be disappointed in him for following a stranger. Even though he was practically pulled along without his consent. When his parents ask about the cut he just says that a fence scraped him on the way home. You know that's God's way of punishing you if you've done something wrong. Immy's mother says. Immy thinks to himself that this is his punishment for following a stranger. We'll go to church tomorrow for you to pray for forgiveness. Immy's dad says. Immy is terrified knowing that Mors will be back

Kidnapping story part 2.

It's the next day, and they're at the church. Immy is praying for forgiveness, and the priest slaps him across the face. Pain is the only way you'll know forgiveness. the priest says. While they're leaving the church, Mors comes out, and immy is terrified, but instead of doing anything bad, Mors simply introduces himself to the parents. Hello, I'm immy's friend. Oh, did you meet Amy at Bible Camp? Asks immy's mom. yes, yes, I did, in fact. He smiles at immy. Say Mr and Mrs…? Amy's mom replies. oh Mr and Mrs landerson. Well Mr and Mrs landerson May me and immy go do some charity work today? if that's okay with you, of course. Immy's dad, oh, of course. Now that immy’s older, we trust him to go do stuff with friends. He's finally old enough. we would have said Heavens no before he turned 18. Excellent, Mors says. Immy's parents walk away. We aren't doing charity work, are we?... don't worry, we're going to be doing something much more fun. Mors takes immy to a bar. I'll have water and one of your strongest drinks. Is the water for me? Mors Smiles at immy. no~ here you go. says the bartender. He gives them their drinks. I don't know, my parents say drinking is bad and besides I'm not 19 yet, I'm not old enough. While immy is looking down in shame, Mors spikes his drink with something. Fine, I'll drink it for you. Really? Thank you, I just don't feel comfortable. Mors puts the drink in his mouth and then forcefully pulls immy in for a kiss, making him swallow the liquid. In immy's head: why does this feel kind of good? I don't want it. it's wrong, it's a sin, but his mouth feels so… immy starts to get dazed and sloshy mmmm… I feel weird.. good. You know, you're better like this. Mors holds immy close as he starts to drift off from the spiked drink.

excerpt from a poem i'm writing

Toxic; I'll Love You Anyway - Adam Stanheight/Reader

A/N Melanie Martinez’s unreleased song - Ring Pop - gave me some serious toxic vibes. And I imagined a new kind of look for Adam. But don’t worry, I’ll stick to the fluff’s from now on…

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You felt the cold seep into your skin. It was quiet tonight, and lonely. You wanted the company again, but you knew that it wasn’t the same - not anymore. You missed the old times, back when everything was right. You had cried yourself to sleep several nights now. In all honesty, this was your life for two years. You didn’t know why you couldn't shake it? Perhaps it was all because you were still haunted by the memories, after all you were still LIVING there.

Your thumb traced over the gift. It was sticky, and smelled like cherries. “I love you,” you whispered, as you stroked the ring pop once more. You didn’t even care that it was making your hands filthy. You would be better once your partner came back - and you knew he would be here very soon. Just a little longer. He had to finish all his work…

But the sight of the other woman’s panites still lingered in your mind, and scarred you. You didn’t want to think about it too much, however it was so daunting. What was with the unfamiliar undergarments? You let out a deep breath into the silent atmosphere, feeling sad. Were you not… good enough for him, anymore?

What was he doing at this moment, you wondered. Was he ACTUALLY doing his work or did just tell you that to make you feel better? You missed Adam Stanheight. Where was he now? You felt like you couldn’t live without him, all you wanted was to feel his embrace again. To kiss him again. Where was he?

Baby, will you be here soon?

“Baddum… a new ring pop…Baddum, a new ring pop…” You murmured to yourself repeatedly. You sank down into the couch when finally a large, white, pool of luminescence portrayed itself on the dark ground, illuminating the room dimly and showcasing the slight silhouette of somebody standing in the doorway. You knew who it was then, and your heart leapt into your throat. It was like finally shooting up after days and days of being away. You ran to him.

Adam greeted you with open arms, as usual. He scooped you up and twirled you once around the room. “Waiting for me in the dark again, I see? What’s with this sudden change of habit?”

You didn’t answer, you just hugged him close. “I love you…”

Adam chuckled. “I love you, too.” It sounded forced, and he pushed past you hastily.

“Adam,” you called. “Why are you home so late? What happened at work? Do I get to know?”

“No.” Adam’s voice echoed strictly through the kitchen and into the living room.

You hung your head disappointedly. “Oh… okay…”

Following him into the kitchen you found him leaning on the counter, attempting to light a cigarette. His hands were trembling too much to keep the lighter down, not to mention his cigarette kept nearly falling from his fingers each time he tried. You stepped up to him so that your bodies were touching, and took both from him. He watched miserably while you steadily held the flame to the cigarette and then let it ignite.

You turned your hand out to him, offering the cigarette back. He lifted your hand up, and closed his lips around the cigarette. Keeping eye contact with you, he took a deep breath in. Immediately upon inhalation Adam’s entire demeanor seemed to change. He seemed slightly more like himself again. You were glad to see him relaxing. “Stressful workday?” You asked him.

“Mmhmm,” Adam mumbled, and nodded.

You stroked a hand through his hair. “I’m so sorry, baby. Is there anything I can do?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Adam’s short responses made you feel unappreciated. You were trying your hardest, but why didn’t he want anything to do with you? Why did he always come back to you? “Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Are you staying tonight?”

“Yes.”

Your heart jumped, and you looked excitedly into Adam’s eyes. “Really!?”

“Mhm.”

You flung your arms around his shoulders. “Oh yes! Thank you! I love you so much!”

Adam sighed, and nuzzled your forehead. “What are you still doing up? You know it’s late, you should have been asleep a long time ago.”

You shivered at his stern tone. “Y-Yeah… Well, I was waiting for you… Like I always do…”

“Why don’t you get ready for bed? I’ll be right there.”

“What? But you’re staying HERE tonight! We should do something fun! Right? Don’t you wanna have a good time while you’re here with me? Remember when we used to stay up ‘till three watching comedies?”

“Y/N…” Adam whispered gravely. He wasn’t looking at you.

Your heart broke. “You don’t want to do that?”

Adam thought carefully, before saying, “I think we’ve moved on from those days.”

Your heart plummeted to earth, your hopes and dreams falling apart right in front of your eyes. You were devastated, tragic. Frantically, you pressed up against Adam, your hands roaming his body and your noses touching. “But… We can stay up… watch adult cartoons?” Then you asked a little more sexily, “Will you blow up the big balloons/balloon? So big that they all go… pop?”

Adam pulled his head back for another quick drag on his cigarette, but he returned it to its close proximity afterwards. “Y/N…”

“Dress up in each other’s clothes?” you continued desperately. “Dance in the dark to jazz? Have bubblegum at midnight? Get tipsy? Turn off the lights and kiss in the corner? Promise…”

Adam leaned his head forward, and he did kiss you. His lips were so wild it drove you mad. You gasped as he got a little… vulgar… You hadn’t kissed him in so long. It felt like forever ago. It was so good, too. You groaned against his lips.

He pushed away from the counter, and guided you backwards across the kitchen. Adam’s mouth left a slimy trail from your lips to your ear. Your socks slipped on the wood floor as you moved back. A couple of random items littered the floor and your feet skidded into them; the feeling of metal and sharp pins stabbed into the bottom of your right foot. You flinched, but kept moving. You rarely ever got Adam like this anymore, you weren’t going to put a stop to it. You closed your eyes as your back pressed onto the cool, sleek, wall.

It was like water on your lips, engulfing your mouth and taking you under again. Your mind was completely still and silent, peaceful and whole, while your surroundings gave you blackness and quietness. And then, just like a ripple coming through, the water surged upward. The wild waves spilled down your cheeks and neck, and got into your mouth; it was your shore. The feelings made you weak.

Adam pushed you further up the wall, making you squeal audibly. He felt out the layout of his partner’s body. You resurfaced, gasping, panting, in dire need of breath. The repetition played before you like a film that was set to loop; no end seemed to ever come of that ocean. You greeted his waves with your own, each time being more eager than that of the last. You were so deeply in love. Fuck…

Adam had started kissing your chest, and both his hands were pushing your head into the wall, so that it was angled up towards the ceiling. You could feel him making his way further and further down, his lips soft as silks. Down, down, down.

Oh what a wonderful feeling.

And then, as Adam neared your waist, he looked up at you, for the first time taking his mouth off your skin. You shivered at the cold spot on your stomach where his lips had been. You returned his gaze. “What’s the matter?” You wondered.

“I love you.” Adam examined your face for a short moment.

Your heart fluttered dramatically. You loved hearing him say that. “I… I love you, too.”

“But I need you to go upstairs for a little bit, okay? I have… things to take care of…”

“Like what?” You asked seductively. “Anything I can help with?” You put a strong emphasis on ‘I’.

“Y/N,” he said seriously.

“I wish you would trust me to tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m just… cleaning up a little bit…”

He means taking care of the mess he made with the other person downstairs…

“Right,” you said dubiously, and trailed off. There was more you wanted to say but you were… not sure how your questions would affect you later so you just turned around and climbed the stairs.

In the bedroom, you switched the light on, and proceeded to get ready for bed. As you displayed yourself majestically on the bed, hoping to get a good reaction from Adam when he joined you, you thought about some things.

It dampened your mood, unfortunately, but you did wonder about Adam’s loyalty. What the hell was the relationship you had with him? It was like you didn’t exist. You were only there for him when he needed you. You wanted Adam’s love again.

Adam smiled at you when he saw the sight waiting for him. “Well, Y/N. What have we here? Is someone asking for something?”

You would have looked excitedly into his eyes, if you weren’t feeling so somber at the moment. You kept your gaze cast down. “Why do you sleep with other people?” You asked him bluntly, your heart beating loudly, shaking you like an earthquake shakes the earth.

“It’s nothing personal, you know,” he said.

“Then why do you fuck them and not me?” You demanded.

Adam sighed. “You’re my love, Y/N, you know.” His tone was dull and he didn’t meet your gaze. He let his hand fall to yours, and swiftly he removed the pretty, sticky, ring pop from your finger. He discarded it into the wastebasket beside the bed, and then fumbled in the bedside table. He replaced the old one with a new one, and then proceeded to kiss your lips. “You’re always my VIP.”

You looked at the ring pop on your finger again halfheartedly, starting to feel better again. “Really?”

Adam nodded briefly. “Of course.”

“Promise to play house with me forever…”

Adam only watched you disdainfully. “Just relax. You know I have to go back out in the morning.”

Your heart was torn out again. Oh yeah… That’s right… he doesn’t give a fuck about me…

“I love you,” you whispered.

“You, too,” he replied unenthusiastically. “Just remember the ring pop, Y/N. You can never leave me. You won’t.”

You sighed and sank down into the mattress. That ring pop. Oh, that damned, fucking ring pop! How much importance it held. The very meaning of its purpose! It was almost like a marking; an unbreakable bond that was signed off at marriage. It kept you here, trapped you here; a rope of captivity tying you to him for eternity. There was no escaping this… but did you even want to? Something about the way the sharp splinters cut into your skin made you want to tie the knot tighter.

But you knew Adam didn’t love you. Not really at least. Maybe there were times when he returned and he DID remember what he fell in love with, but that part of him was gone. Had been for a long time now. Ever since he married you. Ever since you gave him all your money. But he HAD loved you once upon a time. He HAD cared. He HAD wanted you. And it broke your heart to see it all gone now.

Is this unhealthy? You wondered. Should I leave? Do I want to? You stared up at Adam and the answer came to you instantly. That miserable look in his eyes. He DID need you, just as you needed him. You both were tethered to each other, simply by one existing element: a lonely ring pop that destroyed all of the current reality. You longed for Adam’s love, and somewhere Adam longed for something from you as well, whatever that might be. And together the two combined to make a perfect match out of a million little flaws.

You wondered about Adam, as well. Was he the same person as before? It didn’t really appear like it. Sometimes instead of tying YOU up, the prickly rope tied around ADAM, and he forgot what he was doing. Got confused and disoriented. Got consumed in his lie.

Was he going to come back to you one day? Was he going to come back to his senses? Did he want that? Did YOU want that?

As much as you hated it, you did know the reason for his infidelity. He was lost. He didn't know what he wanted. He got his money, then lost himself. He was looking for something in them. But he held on to you because... well, you were natural.

Normal.

Everything he needed.

That was why he kept coming back. That was why he stayed. And that was why he left.

“What’s the matter?” Adam whispered in your ear softly. “Usually you're squirming by this time.” His voice was low and ominous.

In a rush, the world came crashing down on top of you. White noise filled your ears and darkness consumed your vision. You gasped. Adam was touching on you inappropriately in between the legs, and sending kisses down your jaw. You groaned and rocked your hips into his palm. “A-Adam. Hi. Yes. I-I’m with you.”

“Better be,” Adam mumbled. “Don't leave me like that again.”

You sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Y/N, I love you.” Adam’s voice softened and an ounce of actuality crept into it.

You inhaled sharply. Sometimes you could still hear HIM in his voice. Maybe Adam COULD come back? Maybe, just maybe, he would want to?

“And I love you, Adam…”

Always.

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A/N I’m sorry for the sad story. Also, I love how this one turned out. It bleeds tragedy and heartbreak. It’s everything that I dream about writing one day, (not to mention I actually worked really hard to paint the exact picture I had in my mind.) so I'd love it if people would drop a like to let me know what they thought. Thanks so much for the support. I don’t express it but I do appreciate all of you!

~ TwooneZ

Y'all can say what you want... But toxic inanimate insanity ships are the best. Tacomic, shinysharp [trophy x knife], and others.

THEY. SMACKKK!!!

Is it weird that I want to write a fanfiction like a one shot of this

[Breek] When the Bf gets possesive

My ex best friend literally thought it was “cute” that her boyfriend got jealous when she talked to her guy friends, and when she first told me that, I immediately told her that was a red flag. Well guess why they broke up? Because of his jealousy. And then they decided to get back together three days later even though he was moving away in a month and they wouldn’t be trying long distance. Her whole identity and self-confidence hinged on that relationship and I honestly found it all so pathetic.

This is why I don’t trust straight relationships.