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Late 20's

Virgo

Love's Cillian because he's beautiful.

Love Pig cause he's obsessed and Thommy because he's a bad boy with a soft heart.

Edit: Now also obsessed with Jim, I love fucking hotties.

Just started to write fan fic, just looking to have fun.

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨MasterList୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

Fix me, Release me: Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3 , Ch. 4, Ch. 5 Ch. 6 (NEWWWW)

#cillian murphy #darren disco pigs #cillian fanfic #cillian x fem!reader #pig from disco pigs #thomas shelby

birdres

‎ ‎i hope that when you hear the early morning birds singing their songs, you think of me. it’s a gentle whisper to you, every soft melody and trill, my love finding you even at your most vulnerable moments

ssummerinjune

Don't waste your time with anyone else. I am the only one who deserves your love, your eyes on me, your attention, your obsession, your devotion. Nobody else is worthy of you but me.

thomashelbyswife

Tommy Shelby Shirtless 💋

for: anon <3

maybeimovedaway

i dont see a reason to "settle for less" or whatever other moronic shit people want to spew. if you settle for less i think you have no spine and youll never get anywhere.

i know what i want in this world. i want someone at my beck and call. i want someone who will kneel without second thought. if they even think of retorting about how "embarrassing" it is to have the privilege to express allegiance to me then ill throw them away. it really is as easy as that.

stlkkr

i love you constantly. permanently. forever.

auvielle

yandere! reclusive! artist x journalist! reader

⤷ TW: This story includes yandere themes, stalking, deep fixation, isolation, severe codependency, and intense psychological devotion.

word count : ~ 1.7k

(part 1/2)

The plastic bag slipped from Julian's fingers, hitting the thick carpet with a soft, hollow thud. The white paint tubes rolled across the floorboards, scattered like broken bones.

"You..." Julian’s voice was barely a breath. It was a faint, fractured syllable that bled out into the freezing air of the studio.

His eyes darted from your pale face down to the glowing CRT monitor, then to the oldest VHS tape sitting out on the desk, and finally up to the walls covered in charcoal drawings of your life. Every single defensive wall he had painstakingly built over the last six years crumbled in a matter of seconds. The boy who had looked so sweet, so fragile and innocent over the past month, completely shattered right before your eyes.

He didn't get angry. He didn't move toward you with malice. Instead, a look of pure, agonizing horror washed over his handsome features, and his chest began to hitch violently as if he were actively suffocating.

"No, no, no," he sobbed, the sound completely unhinged, desperate, and laced with a terrifying panic.

His knees gave out instantly. He dropped straight to the floor, scrambling forward on his hands and knees across the carpet until he reached the hem of your jeans. He didn't care about the dirt or his dignity. He grabbed the fabric of your trousers with white-knuckled desperation, burying his tear-stained face directly into your shins.

"Please don't look at me like that! Please, (Y/N), I beg you, don't look at me like I'm a monster," he wept, his entire body shaking so hard his teeth chattered. He let out a breathless, broken laugh that sounded dangerously close to a total mental collapse. "I was going to tell you! I swear I was going to tell you once you loved me enough, once you realized that you belong here with me."

You tried to take a step back, but his grip was like iron, anchoring you to the floor of his shrine. He looked up through his damp, ash-blonde bangs, his smoke-gray eyes completely wide, unblinking, and swimming with an agonizing, absolute devotion. Tears streamed down his pale cheeks, wetting the fabric of your clothes.

"The art scene, the galleries, the people, they were all so loud, (Y/N). They were rotting my brain," he whispered frantically, his voice cracking as he reached a trembling hand up toward your face, stopping just an inch short of your cheek, too terrified of your rejection to make contact. "But then I saw you in the park six years ago. You were so quiet. So perfect. You became the only thing that made sense. I didn't lock myself away because I was crazy. I locked myself away so I could build a world where only you existed."

He leaned his forehead back against your knees, letting out a long, shuddering sigh of pure submission.

"I bought the camellias every week because I knew you liked them. I leaked the rumors to The Metropolitan Review because I knew your editor would give the assignment to you. I did it all for you, (Y/N). I'll be whatever you want me to be. I'll be your friend, your story, your pet, your husband. Just please don't leave me back in the dark. If you walk out that door, I won't survive it. Please, please, just stay."

He lay at your feet, completely broken and entirely yours, waiting for you to make a choice.

[GOOD ENDING]

The heavy silence of the soundproofed room pressed against your ears, but as you looked down at the shaking, brilliant boy weeping at your feet, something inside you snapped. You thought about your exhausting, unrewarding life in the city. You thought about the endless grind, the people who only valued you for what you could provide, and how profoundly lonely you had been.

And here, kneeling in the dark, was a boy who had spent six years making you his entire universe. Every sketch, every tape, and every breath he took was dedicated to keeping you safe in his mind. It was terrifying, yes, but it was the first time anyone had ever loved you entirely. It was the first time you felt completely irreplaceable.

Slowly, your own tears began to fall, blurring the harsh white light of your phone screen. You sank down to your knees on the thick carpet, bringing yourself to his level. Julian flinched automatically, pulling his head back into his shoulders as if expecting a blow, his gray eyes swimming with raw, pathetic panic. He looked so devastatingly small.

But you didn't run. Instead, you reached out and gently cupped his pale, tear-stained cheeks.

Julian’s breath hitched completely, his lips parting in a silent gasp as your warm palms made contact with his skin. For a second, he froze, completely paralyzed by the reality of your touch. Then, he leaned into your hands instantly, letting out a low, shuddering sob that sounded like a dying man finally receiving oxygen. His eyelashes fluttered against your skin, wet and trembling.

"Six years, Julian?" you whispered, your voice shaking with a mixture of grief, awe, and a sudden, dark affection.

"I-I'm sorry," he choked out, his hands trembling violently as they came up to loosely wrap around your wrists. He was terrified to grip too hard, yet he was unable to let go. "I'll burn it. I'll burn the tapes, the drawings, the cameras, everything. I'll destroy it all, (Y/N), just please don't hate me, please don't look at me with those cold eyes."

"Don't burn them," you interrupted softly, your thumb brushing away a fresh, hot tear from his cheek. You looked past him, taking in the thousands of sketches of your own face, feeling a sudden, intoxicating rush of power. You owned his sanity. You held his soul in your hands. "They're beautiful. We are beautiful."

Julian’s eyes widened, a manic, radiant light flooding his gaze. He looked at you with an expression of pure, unadulterated worship, a breathless, broken laugh escaping his chest. It was the laugh of a man who had just been granted entry into heaven.

"You're staying?" he whispered, his voice cracking with a desperate, fragile hope. "You're really staying with me? You won't leave when the rain stops?"

"I'm staying," you murmured, leaning forward until your forehead rested against his, accepting the beautiful, isolating lie. "The outside world is too loud anyway. Let's just stay in the static together."

Julian wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest so tightly it hurt, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he wept fresh tears. This time, they were tears of absolute, profound relief. You had accepted his madness, choosing a safe captivity over a lonely freedom, forever locked together in the world he built for you.

[BAD ENDING]

The sheer weight of his words sent a wave of pure, unadulterated horror crashing over you. His tears, his shaking hands, his pathetic pleading, it wasn't love. It was a deeply rooted, terrifying sickness. You looked at the thousands of drawings of your face staring back at you from the dark walls, and it suddenly felt like the room was a concrete tomb. Those eyes on the wall weren't art; they were a prison sentence.

"You're insane," you whispered, your voice trembling as you violently yanked your leg away from his grasp.

Julian’s hands fell empty against the carpet, his fingers clicking awkwardly against the floorboards. The desperate, worshipful light in his eyes instantly fractured, turning cold, dark, and utterly hollow. The weeping stopped instantly. The pathetic posture vanished, replaced by a rigid, chilling stillness.

"Get away from me!" you cried out, panicking as you scrambled backward, knocking over a stack of VHS tapes that clattered loudly across the floor.

You made a mad dash for the open door, your mind screaming at you to reach the main entryway, yank open the heavy deadbolts, and sprint down the apartment complex stairs into the crowded city. Anywhere but here.

You didn't even make it past the velvet curtain.

A sudden, terrifying weight slammed into your back, knocking the breath completely out of your lungs. Julian tackled you to the hardwood floor of the living area. His fragile frame was surprisingly strong, fueled by pure, unhinged adrenaline and the absolute terror of losing you. You screamed, kicking frantically, but he pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, his heavy knees locking your thighs to the floorboards.

When you looked up at him through your blurred vision, the sweet, timid boy was entirely gone. His ash-blonde bangs shadowed his face, and his smoke-gray eyes were wide, empty, and completely devoid of sanity.

"Why?" Julian whispered, his voice dangerously quiet, a stark, terrifying contrast to his earlier sobbing. A heavy, chilling teardrop fell from his cheek, landing directly on your forehead. "Why can't you just love me? I gave up everything for you. I built a perfect, safe place for us. I protected you from them."

"Let me go, Julian! Please! I won't tell anyone, I swear!" you begged, tears streaming down your own face as you struggled against his iron grip until your wrists bruised.

"No," he whispered softly, tilting his head with a serene, terrifying calmness. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as his fingers tightened around your skin. "If you walk out that door, the world will take you away from me. They'll look at you. They'll touch you. They'll ruin the only perfect thing I have left in this miserable life."

He pulled back, staring down at your terrified, weeping expression with a twisted, possessive tenderness. He reached out with a paint-stained finger, gently tracing the line of your jaw as if you were a portrait he was finally finishing.

"If I can't have you... then nobody can."

Before you could scream for help, his hand moved to the back of your head, slamming it hard against the floorboards. The world instantly exploded into a blinding flash of white light, followed by a heavy, suffocating darkness.

The last thing you heard before slipping into total unconsciousness was the soft, metallic sound of the three heavy deadbolts clicking back into place from the inside, and Julian’s gentle, echoing voice whispering into the dark.

"Don't worry, my muse. You'll never have to leave again."

Taglist: @soupersoupe

ssummerinjune

Be as intense and strange and passionate as you want, my darling. You could never scare me off. It doesn't matter how different you are from the world, or how differently you think, feel, or are from anyone else. I love you for you, and I'll continue to do so forever.

quezify

syd march comm for @sydmarch

worldscoolest

melatoninymph

@sincereleedoll us?

cherryfanged

Unfiltered obsessive relationships are very lovely, but there's something to be said for a relationship that is normal on the surface but deeply obsessive underneath

All of our friends think we're a match made in heaven and strangers on the street go out of their way to tell us how cute we are. Our social medias are filled with post after post of all the wonderful dates we've been on, showcasing all of our most beautiful moments

But beneath the picture-perfect surface of our relationship lives a twisted, violent affection. Necklaces with precise tracking devices embedded inside them. Hidden scars that we carved deep into one another's flesh. Detailed shrines for each other that we pray to every morning and night. Possessive words and sharp touches are the grounding roots of our relationship, despite the pretty flower that may bloom for others to see

abyss-of-desire-deactivated2026

That unreasonable jealousy and greed that consumes me. How I hate every hand that touches you. I hate every eye that lands on you. I hate every word that isn't mine that fills your head. I'm just sick with want. Want of all of you until I don't recognize the man I am. The man I was. I know the violent, obsessive, disgusting love I want to give you will change me. I want it to change you too until everyone around you doesn't recognize the girl you are anymore.