#posessive behavior

[thecloudsaremyhome]

Prologue: this is home

(Pairings: platonic yandere family x neglected reader)

Warnings: mentions of past neglect, (forced?) parentification, angst, slight Yandere behavior.

Authors note at the end

love

love is said to be important for the development of humans, especially children; lack of love can result in long-term issues. Because love is so important, humans need love to survive. And without love leaves an empty shell of a human, one without empathy or compassion. because they were never shown what love truly is.

And some have experienced love yet have had it ripped away from them, the very second they feel safe. robbed of what should've been, but never happened. given something but never being able to recreate that same feeling of belonging and understanding, because no one can love you like your family does.

And that's the sad part because it's true, no one can love you like your mother did, as she would whisper sweet promises in your ears, and ease you with her presence alone because you felt safe around her, because you felt Loved. And sadly, nothing or no one can recreate that same feeling.

no one could hold you like how your father used to, being embraced in his warm yet suffocating hold that brought you a sense of comfort and safety, because something in you knew that your father would never deliberately hurt you. And maybe some part of you was right, because you trusted your father.

That's why you're stuck with a hole in your heart and an empty shell of what was once you, but never could be you. because you were robbed of the very same feeling your siblings get to have. You know your parents weren't perfect, but they couldve been there, could've provided you with some form of love or supprt, but instead all you received of high expectations and constant empty promises, to the point where you cant even people, cant even trust yourself. because you are so used to the lack of commitment the lack of love.

to the point where you question yourself, are you truly worthy of love? the very feeling you've been yearning for, for so long.. Because if your own parents can't seem to love you enough to put in any effort, then are you really worthy of love, of their love? Are you just an end to a meet, the firstborn destined to never be loved but expected to love your so-called family with no bounds?

a child expected to be mature for their age, yet never disobey or upset their parents? a child meant to be perfect in every way, so you set a good example for your dear younger siblings. But still, that's all you were a child at the end of the day. a child that was everything but nothing at the same time.

Maybe that's why you couldn't do it anymore, couldnt handle the constant preassure and expectations having to meet, it was tiring, you were so very Tired, tired that all your efforts were for not. tired of being perfect for everyone, having to be the mature one, the wise one, the put-together one so that your siblings wouldnt have to care about their constant mistakes and issues. because you were the oldest and that's thats mattered to them.

You're expected to take on everything so they dont have to do anything, so that they aren't expected to do anything, because thats your responsibility as the oldest after all.

But you're so very tired, tired of being the oldest, tired of everything being forced on you, tired of feeling like your emotions and feelings are wrong and you're being dramatic, tired of being constantly ridiculed because you couldn't do one simple thing right. but some part of you is glad because your parents wouldnt spare you a second glance if you weren't the oldest, they wouldnt even bat an eye at you, but at least you have their attention when ypu do something wrong, when they scold and reprimend you, when they yell and degrade you, at least they are giving you their attention, or else your sure youd go insane from the constant loneliness that you face.

Tired of constantly having to care for siblings that very much don't reciprocate the same amount of love for you. Hell you would say you basically raised them. You may have not provided a roof over their head or food to eat, but you were still their.

Because you were required to be there, to take care of them becayse that's what siblings do. Because that's what is required of the oldest, to cater to everyone else's needs except their own, to be a parent in a child's body.

You love you're siblings still even after everything, even after the cold sneers and the disregard for you're presence becayse now that their older they don't need you anymore, and maybe that's what hurt the most,from being wanted by the very same people you were forced to care for then to be disregarded like trash because your parents finally decided to step in and be actual parents. Acting like they were the ones who raised them, but in reality, all they were doing was work, you were the one taking care of them when no one could.

You were the one constantly responsible for them, thinking that if you did what your dear parents said, they would shower you with the same love your siblings received.

Oh how wrong you were.

Maybe that's why you left, left the suffocating place you used to call home, but you don't even think you would consider the place you grew up in to be a home in the first place, because how could you be a stranger in your own home?

How can you feel so out of place and unloved in a place that's supposed to make you feel safe, make you feel Loved.

Because love is everything, it can be so beautiful yet so hurtful at the same time, because how can you still love the same people who cant seem to find it in their hearts to love you? to cherish you, because after all, you still are a child too.

And doesn't such a good kid like you deserve the same love that was taken away from you?

But in the end, all you are is just a good kid.

not the greatest, not the best..just good, but that was never enough for you, your parents ' so-called love wasn't enough for you, because the first time in your life you're choosing to put yourself above your family, you're choosing to put yourself first.

That's why you ran, that's why you lef the ungrateful household you used to call home, because if your own family cant find it in their hearts to truly love you then youll find people who will, no matter how much more pain, and agony you have to go through, no matter how many more breakdwons and panic attacks you have to subject yourself to.

You will find someone who will love you for who you are.

But why now does your dear family finally notice the mistakes that they have made? how with you gone leaves and ever burning and all-consuming whole in their hearts. because maybe they did take you for granted.

Maybe they did fuck up more than they know.

But you'll forgive them, right? You'll let them fix it so that finally they'll all be a loving family.

because you've always been a good kid, and yount defy them now even though they may have really fucked up?

But maybe that's all you'll ever be in their eyes, a good kid.

because you're their good kid.

even if you don't want to admit it.

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Authors note: credits to @acid-ixx for being the inspiration for this series with their again and again and loving family series! I hope you all enjoyed the prologue!

[rubyclover]

go away

[jynzandtonic]

For a little prompt, could we see Sackler being possessive? Idk why that shit turns me on but here we are

I... yeah. Okay, please accept these Sackler thots.

(cw: posessive behavior/dirty talk)

“You like this cock?” he asks, pounding in deep, making your vision spot out each time his fleshy tip knocks against your cervix.

You moan out your answer, digging your nails into his back, feeling every inch of him dragging along your walls. 

It’s not good enough for him, though—he wants your words, he wants to hear you say it. He yanks you back by the hair, forcing your gaze to meet his. 

“Who do you belong to?” he snarls, his eyes black orbs boring holes straight through you.

“You,” you gasp. “I belong to you.”

“Gonna fucking ruin you for anyone else.”

“C-couldn’t be”—his hips snap to yours so hard you hiccup—“anyone else.”

“That’s right,” he grits out. “I fucking own you.”

“Ahuh,” you say, eyes rolling back as his thumb drops to your aching clit, as your cunt starts to clamp down around his cock. “You do.”

[vampirequeenoffan]

Intrusive

IDK, just a DP drabble that seized me by the hands and forced me to write it. I haven’t re-read or edited lmao so it’s probably Real Bad but I have other shit to be doing so imma just dump it here, sorry to yalls eyeballs

Tucker pokes him in the shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

Danny groans. He’s got his arm slung over his eyes and he’s upside-down on the couch; legs hooked over the back and back pressed into the cushions. It’s not exactly the world’s most comfortable position, but if he eases off the gravity a little it doesn’t actually hurt. Besides, the discomfort is grounding, pulling his brain away from itself and back into the physical world.

“Ghost bullshit,” he grunts at Tucker. He doesn’t bother uncovering his eyes. He doesn’t really even need to, not the way he is right now, with Tucker picked out so neon in his mind that he can almost taste his presence. He doesn’t use his eyes to “see” when his friend sits down beside him, leaning his elbow on the back of the couch and drawing his legs up off the floor.

“That sucks,” Tucker says.

“Tell me about it.”

“Do you wanna?” he asks. “Tell me, I mean. Get it out of your brain.”

Danny contemplates that for a moment, falling so still he nearly forgets to breathe. Then his lungs start complaining, reminding him that he is very much still in human mode, thanks, and that he does need air for more than just vibrating his vocal chords.

Danny sighs.

“Urges,” he says. One-word response.

He still can’t see Tucker, but he can “see” him nod. He’s such a pleasantly warm shade in Danny’s mind right now, a color he can’t describe because humans can’t perceive it. Danny could look at it forever.

“One of the fighting ones again?” Tucker asks. Danny shakes his head.

“I wanna put you in a box.”

It’s a testament to their relationship that Tucker doesn’t freak out about that sentence and all that it could imply. Instead he just pauses, purses his lips in the way that Danny can only vaguely “see” (a slight variation in his color, dipping almost orange on the spectrum), and drums his fingers against the back of the couch.

“Like. . . a coffin?” he asks, tone casual. More casual than it probably should be for the subject matter.

“Not really,” Danny says. “I mean, it’s not not a coffin either, but it isn’t specifically one. My brain just. . . really wants you and Sam to be tucked away somewhere safe where no one else can touch you and I can guard you forever. And ever.”

He pauses.

“And ever.”

Tucker nods, the motion burning brightly in Danny’s mind.

“Creepy,” he comments.

Danny groans again.

“I hate my brain.”

“So do I, you’re not special,” Sam calls from the other room. Danny’s itching under his skin with the urge to go grab her, despite how the walls in between them don’t dampen the “sight” of her in his mind. He presses his arm a little harder down over his eyes, as if that could block out her luminous smear across his consciousness.

“We’re having a private conversation,” Tucker yells back at her. “Me and Danny are bonding. Get your self-depreciation out of here!”

“Then stop talking so loudly, idiots!” Sam says. She’s crouched on the ground, rifling through what Danny knows is a box despite neither seeing nor “seeing” it. It shouldn’t take her that much longer to find Dead Teacher iii, and then she’ll be back in the room. Danny has to keep repeating that to himself.

Tucker reaches down and pokes his shoulder again.

“It’s really bugging you, huh,” he says. “That she’s in the other room.”

“How can you tell?” Danny asks. He hasn’t moved, hasn’t acted on any of his instincts. For all intents and purposes Tucker should just see a normal teenager lying sprawled out next to him, albeit in a somewhat awkward position.

Tucker shrugs. His shoulders bleed color behind them in an echo of the movement.

“Your teeth. They’re always pretty sharp, but right now they look like you could bite your own lip off. You’re not kissing anyone for a while, by the way,” he adds.

Danny’s groan borders on a whine this time.

“My ghost half is ruining my life,” he complains.

Tucker snorts and pokes him again, this time on the cheek. The warmth of his skin, of his presence in Danny’s mind, make Danny shiver. He wants so badly to bundle Tucker up in his arms and never let go.

“Is it just us right now?” Tucker asks. “Do you wanna box up anyone else?”

Danny hesitates, turning that thought over in his head.

“. . .no,” he ultimately concludes, “Not really. My brain’s got my house categorized as safe and mine and that’s where my family is right now, so they’re fine. And Val– well. Val is Val. I’ve always got conflicting feelings there.”

“It would be nice if those cancelled out, huh,” Tucker muses. Danny’s complained about this to him before. Fight and Protect fluctuate in his mind from moment to moment when it comes to Valerie and The Red Huntress, and the overlap when they’re both at their strongest can nearly give Danny a migraine. In the same way he can have a panic attack while in the middle of a depressive episode, he can very much want to swaddle Val in bubble wrap while also wanting to stab her.

“Well,” Sam says, straightening up and starting to (yes!) return to the room, “We can’t do a box, but we were already going to cuddle pile on the couch.”

“I still can’t get over you saying cuddle,” Tucker says.

“There’s nothing more hardcore than cuddling,” Sam huffs as she flops down on Danny’s other side. Her arm swings as she makes to throw what Danny assumes is the DVD box at Tucker, and Danny’s hands shoot up to snag it out of the air before it can strike his friend.

There’s a moment of silence. Danny opens his eyes. It’s weird seeing the world around him and “seeing” on top of it, part of why he’d covered his face in the first place. His brain just isn’t meant to process that much visual information at once, the same way his brain isn’t actually wired to “see.” He tries to focus on what’s real, on the actual light bouncing off his friends and into his retinas, and blinks away the glowing smear that isn’t even on the visual spectrum. He’s holding Dead Teacher iii in his hands, and he stares at the cheesy cover art with the single-minded focus of a guy recalibrating his eyes.

“Ah,” Sam says. “That bad, huh?”

Danny lets go of the DVD and it lands on his face. It hurts, but not that much.

Tucker sighs and grabs the case, standing up and moving to pop the DVD into the player. Danny, with a herculean effort, manages to not grab his ankle on the way by and drag him bodily back onto the couch.

Sam stretches, her long pale fingers tangling together overhead, physical form barely more present in Danny’s mind than the glow of her presence. Then she drops her hands and lays down, plopping her head onto his stomach and peering up into his very-close face. Danny can pick out every sun-starved freckle-that-could on her face, inherited from her parents and dampened by lifestyle choices. In the summer, when even the extra-strength sunscreen Sam slathers on can’t fight back her love for the outdoors, those freckles darken and bloom like constellations in the night sky.

The weight of her head against his stomach smooths some of Danny’s anxiety. She’s here. She’s real. She’s alive. She’s safe. She’s his.

She isn’t, of course. Tucker isn’t either. No one, on this planet or off of it, belongs to anyone, least of all Danny. And Danny knows this, believes it with the same certainty and maybe even the same part of his brain that knows that the earth goes around the sun, but that doesn’t get rid of his ghost-lizard brain chattering away in the back of his consciousness.

There’s the hum of the DVD player starting to spin the disk, then the previews begin behind Danny’s head. Tucker sits back down and, with Sam taking up the real estate on Danny’s abdomen, hooks an arm under one of the legs thrown over the back of the couch. He drags Danny’s limb closer and starts using it like a headrest, cheek pressing against Danny’s shin.

“You guys–” Danny’s voice breaks off. Finally, the anxiety that’s been buzzing at the back of his mind for the past hour and a half is tapering off, soothed by his proximity and contact with those he wants to protect. It’s such a relief that Danny could almost cry. But. . .

“You guys don’t have to be that close if you don’t want,” he says. Because it’s true. Sam and Tucker are under no obligation to play along with his ghost brain, no obligation to surrender to whatever weird instincts Danny has jammed into his consciousness. Danny has no right to ask them to, and he doesn’t. Not ever. They can make their own choices, and he refuses to become the kind of monster who would try to take their free will from them. They’re his friends, not his property, and he’s never going to forget that.

“Danny,” Sam says, “Shut up. The movie’s starting.”

“Yeah, man,” Tucker chimes in, “We were gonna do this anyway. Let us know when your brain’s calmed down enough to be upright, okay? I want popcorn later and there’s no way we’re gonna be able to integrate a bowl into this mess.”

Danny kicks his foot lightly, jostling his leg in Tucker’s hold and bumping his head, but he’s smiling. His friends are here. They’re alive. They’re watching a dumb movie from a dumb series they love and hate in equal measure.

And Danny’s happy.

[thecloudsaremyhome]

I'm you're biggest fan!

Summary—> you've found yourself obsessed with a particular streamer while scrolling through social media. Fortunately you got the chance to meet him! Unfortunately he's just a obsessed.

Warnings—> yandere themes, talks of murder, implied murder, death, codependency, obsession, insecurities, touch starved reader, manipulation, bad mugging, sorta sleep deprived reader, mentions of insomnia.

Word count: 4k

You're so tired, tired of constantly working weekend shifts from 9 to 5 to make ends meets while during the weekdays your constantly stressing over, deadlines and finals. Your so very tired that you cant even make time for yourself, time to actually reflect.

To work on yourself. But when has college ever been easy to begin with?

Maybe the constant stress and the endless nights of loss sleep has led you to him.

You found him while mindlessly scrolling on social media, you came across his live.

And to say you were captivated was an understatement. He was everything that you weren't: charismatic, bubbly and full of life.

But you weren't jealous, no, you were more interested than anything, he had a soothing yet soft like voice that could calm even a scared bunny. A type of aura that represents everything pure and good.

And the way he carries himself, full of confidence yet still kind, is maybe what drew you in, what drew you to listen to him.

It was a surprise when you peacefully fell asleep and woke up the next morning feeling better than you normally did.

That was a real surprise, but that didn't stop you from watching his streams, no, you would watch them whenever you got the time to.

Something about him drew you to him, but you don't mind, nor do you care, because finally, you get some sort of sense of peace some sort of clarity while listening to him, because he could only provide that comfort you have been so starved for, for so long.

Because he could only provide that sense of care you have been starving for, from your very busy parents.

At times you can't help but fantasize if he were to be your parent, would you be treated better? Would he love you all the same, no matter your flaws or insecurities? Would he prioritze you above all else?

Would he give you the love you deseirve No matter your rather depressing moments where you question your existence.

You wonder if he would stick through it all, no matter what.

But the reality is that you will never have the fantasy you long for.

Nor would you ever be able to reach it because the truth is you don't truly know him, and he doesn't know you.

You're just another viewer behind a glass screen silently watching him and sending him support through either the likes or views you bring.

It may be a sad realization, but it's true, and you have come to reluctantly accept it, no matter how much you fantasize about it. Because you will never know him, and he will never know you.

But why now are you standing here taking the very order of the streamer you adore so much, standing in the flesh?

It's enough to make your more nochantly exterior crack into something more timid, because you didn't expect him to be here, you didn't even know he lived in the same city as you to begin with.

But you try your best to regain a sense of your composure as you look up at him.

Tall, maybe a foot or two taller than you, with raspberry red, tousled hair slightly messy, like he just woke up. Bangs hanging over his eyes as he tries to move them out of his amber eyes, that shine like jewels in moonlight.

Button-type nose adorning a nose piercing, with freckles littering on various spots around his face, but that doesn't make him look any less beautiful. It just adds to it.

You can tell he just got out of bed from the white hoodie adorning his slightly slim yet tall frame. With black sweatpants and slippers, he's probably just starting his day.

Snapped out of your bewildered gaze, he clears his throat and gives you a lopsided smirk as he stares down at you.

Embarrassed by your bluntly staring, you clear your throat and adjust your rather ragged uniform “Hello s-sir what can I get for you today?” Looking up at him, you notice he's still staring at you with his lopsided like grin.

“I’ll just get a cappuccino today sweetie.” You nod but are slightly taken aback by his rather endearing nickname.

Does he usually call strangers nicknames? You decide it would be best not to dwell on it a you write down his order.

“To stay or to go?” you look up at him, while you feel your hand visibly tremble from the blazing anxiety coursing through your body. He notices it, and gives you a soft, reassuring smile, “ to stay is alright.” You nod as you walk towards the back where one of your coworkers is.

David looks up towards you as his brown parted bangs flow with his movement, he gives you a small visible smile as you hand him the note, with the various orders.

You give him a small smile in return and return back to the front where you notice, he's still waiting there, You visibly tense

“that will be $3.50, your drink will be done in a minute or two.” you say as you give him an awkward smile. He nods as he fishes some crumbled cash from his back pocket and hands a $20 to you.

You nod as you grab various 5 dollar bills to give back to him. When you reach out to give it to him, he shakes his head in disprovment.

“Keep the change sweetie, you deserve it for working so hard” he says in a sickly sweet tone, which causes you to visibly blush from his apparent praise. But you nod before remembering something

“um sir may i ask what your name is so im able to inform you when your drink is ready?” you see his eyes widen in surprise before a soft smile adorns hus rather angelic features. “It's rowan sweet thing,” you nod timidly.

You notice as he advances to sit down in one of the various tables, staring directly at you.

Finally, David comes out from the back and hands you the drink, you nod and call out to rowan and he stands up and approaches you.

You hand him the drink but not before sating “if you need anything please let me know” you say softly.

He smiles in ressurance as he reaches out to grab the drink his fingers brush against yours and you cant help but visibly marvel at how soft he was. He then walks back towards his seat.

You can't help but sigh in relief but notice hes still staring at you from the corner of your eye.

An hour finally passes and you notice he is still staring at you with more intensity then before. You cant help but shudder. But decided to ignore it for now.

An hour passes and finally he gets up and leaves, this makesd you sigh in relief as the tension in your shoulders finally disappears.

Now to get back to work before your manager really starts to scold you. You doubt you’d ever see him again after this, your sure your just another passing face to him.

Oh how wrong you were, the very next day he comes by around the same time, ording the same drink. Its baffling at first because you honestly never expected to see him again, after all you still werent used to seeing him yesterday instead of on stream where you can admire him behind a screen.

But some part of you is filled with a joy that maybe he came back to see you? To talk and see you, but thats just wishful thinking on your part.

Because you arent that delusional to think he would come back to see you, maybe he just really liked the cofeez?

Maybe thats why came back. Its none of your business anyways because you know he didnt come for you, no one ever does.

Suprislgnly though hes more straightforward than last time, instead of sitting down and staring at you he makes idle conversation, which felt nice, to have someoe to talk to, to understand you and your little quirks.

To actually get to know you.

And your honestly surprised at how attentive he is, even though he has a more laid back and playful personality show both in real life and on stream, he was able to pick up on the little things about you.

Which to some extent warmed your heart is he always like this with every stranger?

Well could you even call yourselves strangers when he knows who you are and the other way around.

Maybe aquitances? It doesnt matter, you honestly dont expect him to contiue to come back and you both will contiue on with your lives.

But that doesnt happen. Its been a month since hes been constantly coming into the cafee, hes bascially a regular now.

And its makes you feel..good to some extent that maybe he is coming by to see you.

You even went as far as exchanging numbers, and you cant help but marvel that you now are bascially best friends with a social media celebrity, of course he dosent know that you still constantly watch his streams but thats something you wont tell him.

You really dont want him to think of you as some crazed fan trying to get close to him or someone using him. Rowan was the sweetest after all and its all you could ever ask for in a person.

You’ve never been used to being acred fo and have always had this longing to be taken care of but he was able to fill that somehow, to fill that hole in his own way.

Maybe thats why you dont want to loose him.

because he can give you something no one else can, love not the sexual or romatic type love but just pure love at its finest, and thats been something youve been starved for, for so long.

So you could only cling onto his love afraid that he would pull away and leave you, leave you to pick up the peaces by yourself.

Sure you may be codependent but can you honestly blame yourself?

Hes willingly giving you his love and affection and thats all you could ever wish for, sure his behavior could be seen as almost suffocating at times as hes constantly worrying and coddling you but you dont seem to mind.

But today is different, the atmosphere feels different as you haven't heard from rowan all day and now you are walking back tp your apartment in the dark.

its not like you havent done this many times before but this time it feels different, it feels like your being watched.

You suddenly hear some nearby footsteps matching your pace, strange.

But nothing to really worry about since well it just might be a random person trying to get somewhere. But you are oh so wrong as you feel a strong tug on your jacket.

You grunt as you landed on the cement floor, you are pulled into a nearby alleyway with two imposing figures looming over you with smug smirks but before you could process anything your feel a punch to your gut, as your purse is snatched from you. Before you could mutter out a plea.

A fist meets your face, the current blonde man relentlessl punching you, keeping you from screaming for help.

Eventually you pass out on the cement floor, black slowly clouds your vision as you hear the distant snickering as you hear the two men walk away.

You groan as you walk into the cafe the next morning with bruise littering your face and a icepack your holding to numb your black eye you received.

You’ve never been mugged before but you have gotten into a few fights in the past but holy shit this hurt like hell, your body is aching so bad your surprised you were even able to make it into work.

It feels like a knife is peircing through your stomach and twisting your guts from the inside out, yeah thats how bad it hurts.

But your still surprised you havent heard anything from rowan not even a text.

Did you do something wrong? Did you fuck up some how? No that cant be it, maybe hes just busy. Yeah thats right! Hes probably just busy.

But before you could ponder any more you hear the familiar bell of the door opening and look up to be met with rowan, hes beaming at you before noticing your bruised state and immediately rushes towards you in worry.

He reaches out to touch your bruised cheek but you flinch in the process which makes him retrach his hand.

His gaze hardens but only for a moment before he's bombarding you with questions. “I-I'm fine really its just a few bruises, i just got mugged while walking home.”

when you mutter the last sentence his gaze turns cold, like nothing youve ever seen before, like hell could freeze over because of how icy his gaze was.

His body stance becomes more ridged, more aware not the laid back frend your used to, hes more on defense.

But before you could even speak he mutters out something taht shakes you to the core.

“Who..”

Its a simple word but holds a lot of meaning especially if he’s looking at you with a deathly glare.

like this question could depend on the lives around the people who mugged you. You gulp, anxiousness clearly creeping up on you.

You don't like this not one bit. And by the looks of it you have an inkling that he is going to do something drastic.

“I-i dont know i didnt get a good look at them.” you look up to meet his gaze again. You notice his gaze noticeably softening at your meek words.

He softly cradles your cheek with affection that feels so good yet so foreign.

He mutters something incouharently but you dont ponder on it only focusing on the warmth his hand provides to your bruised cheek.

He insisted on staying until the cafee closed, so he could walk you home, which you reluctantly agreed to, not really having a choice in the matter you both walk down the familiar street.

But you dont notice the dark gleem in his eyes as he waves you off.

When you are out of sight rowan pulls out his phone and dials a familiar number, after a few rings the person on the other end picks up

“ yes?” the raspy voice states clearly irritated. “ dont give me tht attitude, anyways i need you to do something..important for me.”

he says camly like hes just talking about the weather with an old friend and not planning to ruin someons life.

Finally when he gets off the phone he cant help bu stare up at your apartment complex in thought.

He’s angry yes rightfully so,because how dare someone put their hands on you. It makes him angry beyond comprehension.

Your to good for this world, so innocent that it makes his viens pump with a need to protect you.

Your HIS and you always will be his, from the moment he first laid eyes on you he knew that their was something interesting, something compelling him towards you and now he understands, you were meant to be protected, to be babyed.

Because thats what you are to him, his precious baby, that needs to be protected and taken care for and he intents to do that, one way or another.

He can feel your longing for affection for love and he intends to give that to you, every ounce of his love.

He can't help but fully embrace every one of your flaws and quirks, to him they are absolutely adorable, and when he foud out you were a fan of his, he couldn't help but internally squeal in excitement.

Could you get any better? You are absolutely perfect for him, and no one can convince him otherwise.

Plus hes always thought of adopting a child and he finally thinks he's found the perfect match.

now he just need to set his plsn in motion so you both can be together forever. But for now, he needs to take care of the trash that dared hurt you.

You're terrified, absolutely terrified, when you were scrolling through the channels this morning before you had to clock in for work, you came across the news channel, a dead body, thats what stuck with you, a mutilated dead body barely even recognizable anymore.

But one thing stood out to you, the hair, the same hair one of you mugglers had, a greasy brown with faint tips of blonde.

And that's the only thing you could recognize on the body, the rest is unrecognizable.

You have an inkling who did it, but you couldn't even believe it yourself. But you tell yourself not to jump to conclusions or assume anything.

But you know who did it because you only told him, and that look in his eyes, the look that he was capable of murder and much more. But you keep telling yourself, don't jump to conclusions, this is just a coincidence.

But you know its not, you know in some part of your mind that he did it.

And that scared you, it absolutely petrified you. Because who knew that someone you admired and adored with all your heart was capable of murder in your name?

You didnt come into work, you were to sick to your stomach to even stand up and move, quilt and fear clawing at you. So you told your boss you were not feeling well and left it at that, you didnt expect him to come here.

You stand frozen in place at your front door while Rown is standing on theother side with some snacks in his hands, but you can't stop the sickness knawning at you, because you can never look at him the same again, not after finding out.

And you know you shouldnt be accusing him, to jump to conclusions so bluntly but you cant help it, every sense in your body is screaming at you that he did it, he murdered in your name.

And you can't help but go with that gut feeling because when has your gut ever been wrong?

You don’t have any solid proof that he did it but now you just need to keep your distance and hope for the best, but now its hard thats he literally here at your apartment.

And with no choice you reluctantly let him in, hopefully he doesnt notice the slight tremble in your body or your ridgid composure.

You hope he will just mistake it for not feeling well.

But hes to preceptive, he takes notice of every twitch and quirk of your lips with presishious detail, like an artist insprecting its art.

He can tell how uncomfortable you are, like you just found out the biggest shock of your life.

As he sets down the snacks he glances at your now paused tv which showcastes the same image that you were stuck watching beforehand.

He cant help but narrow his eyes as his lips slightly quirk into a subtle frown, how annoying even in death this insect torments you, no wonder you seem so shaken up.

Poor baby it was probably to scary for you. But he cant help but wonder, why are you looking at him with such hidden fer in your eyes?

Did you perhaps find Out? No that cant be possible but still its better to squash those psky ideas forming in your head before they grow. He looks at you with more softness in his eyes.

“Are you alright sweetie? You seem tense…” he says with that sickly sweat tone of his, you can't help but look up at him with a visible mixture of emotions in your eyes.

There is no way in hell you are going to tell him, tell him that you think he murdered someone, because if you're wrong, you will not only loose your connection with him, but he may also come to resent you.

And youd rather die than let him resent you, because you still idolize him, in your own way. So with a heavy sigh, “i-i’m just f-feeling under the weather today is all..”

you say with a tense smile, trying to hide the turmoil in your voice.

But he notices he always notices. He nods in reassurance and approaches you slowly.

He grabs your hands softly rubbing the hem of them as he hums, he looks at you like your the only thing that matters, and you cant help but let quilt slowly claw its way into your heart.

He leads you over to your old worn down couch and sits down with you straddling his lap, you cant help but hold him closer trying to mold your body towards his.

Oh how you’ve yearn to be held like this.

Rowan has been affectionate with you before but its never gotten to this degree and you cant help but melt against him, like all your worries and fears dissipates away, like they were nonexistent in the first place.

And you can't help but think. Did Rowan really murder that man?

It mustve been a meesly coincidence? Because no way he would hold you like his life depends on it if he murder someone.

Would he be capable of murdering someone? These thoughts swirl in your head like a thunderstorm, waiting for the lightning to strike.

Rowan notices this, he starts to hum a small but soothing tune as he gently rocks you.

the sudden movement takes you by surprise, but it isn't unwelcome, it just makes you melt into him further, makes your head go hazy, and your limbs relax.

You can't help the sudden exhaustion gwaning at you, encouraging you to sleep.

And you reluctantly let it. Because after all you are so so exhausted.

And finally you found some sense of peace and you’d be damned if you'd let that go.

So maybe just maybe you can finally rest and so you do. And this brings a sense of satisfaction towards him, because you just easily and willingly melted into his hold.

And he can't help but take pride on that he is the only one who can give you any source of comfort.

But he marvels at how easy it was to be able to dispute those pesky thoughts of your temporarily.

your just so so easiy to manipulate, but he would never say that to you oh heavens no, because after all he wants to keep his precious baby dependable on him.

So he will use by anything means necessary to keep it that way, no matter how many people, how much blood he would go to hell and back for you, and thats a promise.

Because, after all you were always meant to be his.

Authors note: sorry this took so long to post! I've been lacking motivation lately and have been busy! But expect more updates will be coming since summer is starting soon! And please keep the criticizm respectful I have never worked at a cafe before I have only been to one! So I kinda had to do some basic research! And honestly I think the mugging scene sucked but I was to lazy to fix it I ready had to rewrite this once.

[daisy-rants]

Also sidenote, can I ask you, my lovely anon, if your partner ever dropped you off at your hotel only to go to another party to grind on their coworker who a not insignificant amount of people think is someone they're in a sexual/romantic relationship/affair with?

What if?

I took this question from another tumblr a few days ago.

I grew up thinking my man is my man. No woman or man can touch my man. Monogamous. As time goes by, I still think the same. My possessiveness and my own obsession to my partner make me hard to see them with another person. I want to cling to them every minute and second.

It would be fine for me if they go to another party, even if I’m not allowed to go there. I understand that. It’s the rule. However, I have hard time to let them go if the party also involves someone who they have chemistry with, either sexually or platonically. Someone who people keep on talking about how they look good together.

Chemistry is natural, hard to ignore, hard to falsify.

It would be on my mind the whole night. It will eat my anxiety thinking what would happen during the party. What if they got seduce? What if lines got blurred? Too many what if. Too many questions.

This kind of anxiety makes it harder for you to act normal and not controlling your partner. I have gone through this. It opened my eyes how much possessiveness can make a person act while another person couldn’t see or understand why you act like that. The frustration keeps on growing and it makes you act much more crazier than you normally would have.

Does my behavior consider normal? I don’t know. Let me know. But I know I do not like to share. I do not want to share what is mine.

Anyways,

Have a lovely day 🥰