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Being self-aware/empathetic with anger issues is so weird because you want to just want to throttle people half the time but you know it’s irrational.
It’s like trying to keep a thunderstorm in a bottle, most of the time I just end up going to my room and crying because that’s the only way I can release my anger.
It’s Irme from Color me Killer: Honeymouth! I wuv them and want to ship them with an oc ;w; Gave them sharp teeth because every killer needs sharp teeth uwu
Irme belongs to @anger-issue
Oc belongs to @anger-issue
I made it better! Look it's our favorite murderous bug loving boy!
Consequences (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/3MhOd7iJpX Jordan Miles is a 16 year old in high school. Hes always been reckless, impulsive and has a dangerous anger problem. Starting with the murder of his best friend Jesse Cole and the separation of his parents it feels like everything is falling apart around him. How will he be able to contain himself with all of these recent events?
Hey! Can I request a Masrur X anger issues but delicate reader please? Mucho gracias!
Aww your welcome!!^^
Also I hope I don’t offend anyone with how I write out this scenario｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡
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The Fanalis patted your head gently, trying to calm you down.
“I-I’m sorry Masrur….”
You mumbled out, tears still rolling down your cheeks relentlessly. You hated being like that. Always flaring up at unexpected timings, not being able to control your anger, you didn’t want to do that. You felt bad to Masrur, he always patiently waited for you to finish, and then comforted you when you had calmed down, always telling you it was okay.
“It’s okay (y/n).”
His fingers continued brushing past your hair soothingly, and his other hand pulled you deeper into his chest, making you feel more warm and safe in his embrace.
“I love you Masrur.”
His lips formed into a smile, and his arm around you tightened.
“I love you too (y/n).”
