#posessive yandere

[diary-of-a-quarantined-yandere]

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[xyourxwifex]

Come here darling...let me mark up your neck before you go out. I want everyone to know who you belong to and who you come home to at the end of along day. ♡♡♡

[plagu3dlov3r]

If you were mine and I was yours, you would never have to worry about anyone else. I would have been so blunt and rude to every other girl in my life. No need to be friendly to anyone who doesnt satiate my lust like you do. Even now i struggle just talking to any girl, but you’re not here holding me back… so why be so distant hm?

[glitchneedles]

their touch is reserved for me.

stop looking at them with your disgusting eyes.

none of you are worthy.

stay away from them.

ḫ̵̕ó̸̻̪͉̆͛̋̍w̸̫̻̏̍̇͒̑͜͝ ̸̮̹̾̍̒͆̎́͑̕ḑ̵̲̺̤̝̞͔̪͚̝̳̅̆ȃ̷̡̜̺̺̝̱̐͊ͅr̶̠̯̱͓̖̤̀̈̈́̓̍͐́̾́̓̇͠ẻ̶̥͕̤͐̐̃͐̂́̈́̐̂͑͛ ̵̢̩̣̹̹̤̣̺̫̭̥̔͐͊̃̊̑y̸̱̟̻̾ó̸̫͓̠͙͍̙̐̈́̋͛̋͛͠͝u̸̫̦̼͗̉̒̔́ ̶̧̡̱̻̖̫͎͌͊̏̈́́͋̐́ͅg̵̦̘͈̙̥̳̀̋̀͝ͅę̸̫̫͎̖̼̺̪̱̆̾͌̑̽́ṫ̷̛̛̬̪͆̿̉̌̾͝ ̶̣͚̳̋̈́̈͗̐̌̇͋̚͘͘ņ̶͎̱̟̞͈̺̻͊̅̃̒͐é̵̡͇͑̓̄̃͒͒ä̶͙͊̂ř̸̢̖͖̖̩̟͛̅̃̃͜ ̵̢̨̧͇̟̯̥̱͔̞̐̒̐̊͂͂̎͂̔̕w̷̨̡͖̻͋͒̉͊̕͠͝h̵̨̹̩̫̲̫͎̾̎ͅa̶̫̼͈̼̪͗̋̈̚̕t̶̨̎̂̀͗͌̃͂s̸̡͖̹̩̘͍̪̰̥̯͐̇̀̀ͅͅ ̵̛̳̭͍̍̀̈́̓̀̐̕̚͠ḿ̶̢̛̛̪͔̝̳̄̑̂́̀ḯ̶̧̫̗̜̜͓̳̕ń̶̛̛̻̹͈̙͉͙̙̗̱̟͎̉̅̈͋̂̄̚͘͘ȩ̶̗͉̱̹͇̲̻͗̑̀̿͆͋̉͛͌͝ ̸̢͙̓͋̍m̶̨̡̛̩̹̠̯̤̲͛̓̽̎́̅̅͝i̶̬̋́́̉̆̊͛̎͆̕̚n̴̩̺̺̔͜ȩ̶̡͙̪̦̘͖̲̱̥̜͒̐̎̒͗͊͘͝ ̷͕͇̱̱̟̤̼̗̙͚̹͕̑͊́͑͝͠m̸̡̄̂͗̏̚i̷̡͕͈̗͓̰̘̳̦̼̅͊̌̾̚͝n̸̥͙̙͖͑͒̇̔̃ę̵̧̨̖̘͉̩̭̅͛̾̇̇̓͑ͅ ̸̨͚̤̥̙̝̪̔͛̿̓̐̋̐̎͑͜͠m̷̧̨͓͙̘͍̟͖̱̠̳͖̓i̵͎̤͈̥̪͎̬͓̤̮͂ͅň̶̛̛̜̭͓̥̜͆͋e̸̪͚̣̫͖͚̠͙̒̈́̂̏̚͜͝͠ ̶̢̡̹͚̬̫̤̖̠͖̔̉̉̈́́́̕̚m̵̺͉̣̤̘̼̠̬͔̊̈́̄í̶̧͇̖̠͕͓͓̲̏͐͋̄ͅn̶̦̋̿̊̍̏̕̚͠ȩ̸͈̘̝̠̑́̀̕͝ ̷̝̘̦͆͆̊m̴̨̢̺̗̖̖͓̜̘̾̓͋̃̋̀̀̃͐͘͜͜ͅĭ̶̤͎̯̭̗̔̔̈́̒̈̏̓̑̌͊̚n̴̨̛͇̘͙̝̓̔͑̄͂͑͆̌̊͜e̵̥͒̄ ̴̡̞̳̠̠͈̤̳̩͔̲̍͊̅̚m̶̟̩͎͓̘̼̉͑ì̴̖̬̟͔̅͛̂͛̈̇̾̓̚n̸̨̨͍̜̯͎̟͕̭͋͆̑́̀͌͜͝ë̵̛̛̦̾̈́̈́͒̈́͗̄̒ ̶̙̻̪̞̔̋͜m̷̜̭͆͘͜ͅi̵̟̦͌̈́̍̕͝ņ̵̢̭̝̦͂͗̎͒̿̊̉̉̉̍͋͝ë̵̡̥͙͖̟̲̦́͛͗͝ ̵̛͔̞̊͆̅͆́̆̎̅̕m̸̛̲͋̆̋̾̈́̄̇͌͝͝i̵̛̦̮̭̣̰͕̪͈͑͊̈́̂́͒̈́̓́̄͝ͅn̵̛̦͖̭͉̬̗̲͍͙̥̐͒͋̓̿͋̈́͊͋̕̚ȩ̴̢͇̲̭͖͉̮̾͛̍̀̓̅́̋̽̋̕ ̸̧̡͇̹̘̦̤̈͜m̷̦̝͎̺̣̙͛̽̄̍̕i̴̢̧̢̝͖̠̤̱̳̒̀̉̓̀̀̀͝ņ̴̤̪̦̭̙͕͚͕̗͉͍̒̅͆̆̂ȩ̸̧̛̼̞͔̯͚̅̈́̈́̈́̾̌̅̀̚ ̶̛̟̗̌̎̈́̂̓̍̅̊̀m̴̡̨̢̫̘̯̯̲̝̚͜ï̵͎̝̘̩̣̳͗̐͋͑͂̀̑̐͜͝͠͝n̷̼͑̈͐̐͗͘͝e̸̢̘̠̻͒̑̓̓̍̎͛̕͘͜ ̴̨̧̢̩̞̙͋m̵̢̛̜̹̦͓̼̜͓͉͖̉́̓͐̓̍̓̓͋͝į̶̨̮̼̝̪̤̙̬̽͗̂̊͆͌̅̆̕ņ̵̡̢̖̜̘̟͓͇͂͜ͅe̴̗͍͊̈̎͝ ̶̢̡̟̻̞̟͓͉̤͉̟͙́̒̍̿̃͆̈́̋͆̋͝ḿ̴̱̳̼̤̫̙͉̜͍͙͚̞̍̃̈̍͗̓͝i̴̜͍͇̇͑̒́͛͑̍̇̂n̸̛̲̮͓̆̾̀̈̏̔̔̃͋̈́e̸͕̰͈̲̩̫̱̳̊̇̾͐ ̶̨̧̙̭̲̳͎͛̂́̆͊̚͝m̵͚̖̯͍̩̳͕̩̙̻̝̤̔͆͠͠i̶̪̘̿͑̊̊͑̇͛̌͝n̸̲̙̞̪̗̭̈̈́̀͛̔̔̒͗̀̀ẽ̴̛̥̙̍ ̷̨̙̼͙̍̐̅̉̓̈́͘m̸̢̰̪̮̭͈̰̟̥̘͑̄͘i̴̠̖̜̰̹̿̑̿̕͠͝n̴̛̝̫̠̓͐̉͗͂̇e̶̫̺͊́̆̒̐͊̈́̒̔͜͝ ̷̢̘̲̱̻̣̙̜͕̟̗̻̑́͂m̴͔̹̰͇̯̲̆̈́̋̍̕ḭ̵̦̯͐̾̿͗̾̀̈́̅́̎̏̆n̵̬͐͝ę̷͍͇̪̹͆̉̌̋̆̎͛ ̶̩̭͇̮̬̖͌́͐́̿͋͛̕͜͝m̸̡̠͉͖̩͓͈̺̟̻̔̆̈́̓͑i̷̺͕͇̭͙̜͒̐͊̉͗̒́̚n̶̡̠̯͔̝͚̹̬̭͕͍̾́̔͑̈́͠e̶͙͚̜͎̻͒̀̓̀͆͐ ̶̟̟̣̃̓̂͑̋͐̔̓̇̚͠m̵̛̳͉̞̯̆͒̀̈́͐̍̑̇̌i̸̤̯̩͎̩̱͍͋͜n̸̞̦̫̠͕̗̮͍͕͉͓̿̽̆͂͑̅̋̚̚e̸̢͍̩͈̤̠̤͎̬̓͐̽ ̶̢̺̼̙̦̣͔̩̥́ͅm̸̤͚͚̻̟̰̰͎͚̥̖̔͐͋̐̄̄͌̎̈͆͗͘ͅì̴̞̼̮̝̫̿̿̓͆̔͒̾͐n̴̻̘̠͙̮͇̲̼̲̼̔̎̒̋̊̉͆̾̏̚͘͝e̵̢͇͙͇͓̟̋̽̈́̓ ̵̝̩̈́́͂͐̕m̶̡̧̢̛̙̳͋͛̓̅͊̂͊̚͝ͅî̶̼͙̂̾͛͠ṅ̴̢͍̖̱̼̦̣͈͎̻e̶̱̞̳͎̥̜͚̼̣͐͛̈̔̔̇̍͝͝ ̴̛̩̪̬̼̲̬̠̫̥̇̊̀͆͑̃̑̏͗̏͜m̷͓̞̯͐̒į̴̡̡̛̙̖̞͈̼̹͍̰́͐̈́͛͐̕̕͜n̴̡̡͙̰͎͔̈́̆͋͛ę̴͎̖͕̮̟͙̣̼͉̭́͐͒̏̔͠ ̶̧̞̯̤̼̹͚̙̖͇͗̾m̷̦̄̎ị̶̞̜̈̍́͌̊̆̍̀͘n̴̗̘͎͙̈̍̈́̓̒̊̌̉̈́̒͒̚ë̸͉͈̦̜̳̣͈́͂́̿͌̂͝ ̷̪̦̬̖̙̿͌m̷̧͔̫̞͎̯̠̱̮͍̚ͅͅi̸̢̩̻͚͎̺̭̭̱͌̃͛̋̈̆̅̾n̷̡̼̞͖̊̈́͂̎̅̓̅͑̑̕͘e̵̢̖̰͋͊̏̑͊̒̆͌̄̈́̅ ̸̡̧̗̻̳̭̀̋̈́͋̀͗̆m̴̧̡̜̖͉͎͈̗̌̀͘̚i̶̦̿̑͐͊̀͠͠n̵̰̘̩͎̜̉́́͒̃̿͊͂̐͊̚͜͠ë̷̟̘͙̫̰̺̺͈̳̖̬́͛̃̔̈̍͊͒͊̓̚ ̵̢̭͙͂̅̑̑͌͂̆̚͝m̸̨͓̦̙̞̳̪̜͇̣̌̕ͅi̴͙͎̘̪̥̥̿ǹ̶̪e̶̛͈̝̜̜̽̋̏̎̈́̑͑̌ ̶̨̙̲̱͂̈̀̕m̴̢̛̫̝̠̎̈̑̈́̃̈́̓ḯ̶̛͎̺̋̓̈̋̔̔̔͝n̶̛̬͎̻̬̗͆̇e̸̛̠̠͈̞̦͚̋͆̈̑̑́͐̈́̕͜ ̵̧̨̡̣̩̙̱̙̪̖̻̱̈́̾͌̋̾̈́̈́͆̐̀͘m̵̧̫̠̻̻̗̰̺̭̐͒̐ͅį̶̢̧̝̖̹̜͚̞̟̯͑͋͜ṉ̶̳̇̽e̴̠̗͐͘͠ ̴͉͇̗͙͍̹̹̩̣͉̹̈́m̴̢̢̙͙̭̘̬̔͜î̶͓̠̦̞̹͙̣̰̈̒͜n̴̢̓͑ê̸͙̼͎̹͓̯̟̗̊ ̸̢͚̣̯̣̺̐̐̇̔̓͊̓̿͘͠m̴̦̹̪̠̹̙͉̜̻̟̖̳̎̌͛̕i̶͎͓̠̗̔̆͒̓̽n̷̟͙̦͉̦͙̭͙̒̃͌͘͝e̸̳̣̫͉̭͉͔̠̓̇̍̂̉̀̔̊̈́̉͝ͅ ̴̻͔̘̦͕͙͇͚̲̅̀̏̃̓͐̇̚ͅm̶̤̞̫̯̟͈̣̦̞͔̱̃̄̔̐̋̄͛͆͘͘i̸͔̣̫͝n̶̦̗̓̊͒̈̚ē̵̠̫͎͈̖̝̼̓͛̒ͅ ̷̭͖͇̅͐́͝m̸͓̀̈́̈̈ȉ̶̘͚̥̮̭͔̣͍͓͎͙̓̀̂̄̆̇̒̅͋͠n̷̛̝̼̭̥̐̑̀ę̷͔̥̦͕͈̦̞͉̩͎̈́͐̓̍͆̒͋̚ ̶̢̪̦̫͉̭͕̗͎̺̺̩̓͂̀̍̕̚m̴͈͙̣̑̔͂͆̕i̵̧̼̟̹̭̻̓̂́̐̎̆͋̈́̈̀̄͘ņ̷̞͚̮̱̣̙̜̈͌̾͐̆͑̈͜ͅe̵̢̘̯͚̮̹̹͈͗̈́̓̽̊̽̾ ̵̥̹̔̉͆̈̚m̶͔̮͒̒̇̚ĩ̵̯̜̫̈́̆̉̾̅̿͛͘n̷̢̰̖̰͇̤̯̯̈̑̏͗͋͑̐͗ȩ̵̛͌̈̽̔̑͌͑̈́̋̒ ̸̜̯͒̀̋͒̒̈͜m̵̨̧̖̺͔̝̪̑́͂́͌͋̈́̚i̴͍̣̜̝͈̘̲͍̍̉̌͐͗̇́͌͠ň̴̨͉̰̰̤͈̼̩̦̙̹̦̋̇͝ě̸̯̝̼͓͔͉̪̗͚͚͂̋̂̂̐̊͊̽̒͠ ̴̢̨̝͈̅̀̾͐̐̿m̵̟̳̼͒̐̿̇̂̃͋͒ȋ̴̢̡̠͇̹̣͇̦̅̈́̕ͅn̴̛̝̖̹̾͌̐́͆́͐͊͝ě̷͓͛ ̷̛͖̬͍̜̳͔̯̫̠̗ṁ̸͔̜ͅi̸̡̹͖̖̪̥̦̠͇̾͒̀͆͒͑͐̈́͝n̷͇̄ę̸̖̬͑͑̄ ̵͍̼̫̭̯͍̖̀͗́̆̓͐̇̚͝ͅm̸͓͙̗͖̀̾̑́͒̒̑̎̀͜͝͝i̵̗̮̙̭̼̫͋̂͌͊͒̊́͝͠ṉ̴̨̡̡̽ę̸̡͍͈̼̬͌ ̷̧̹̮̣̣̪͖̙̤͘ͅͅḿ̵̡̭͉͖̹͙͐̕͝i̶̥̪̊̊̈́̏̋̇̄̓͋̚͜n̷̘̰͕̰̜̭͌͛̎̕ė̸̠̿̆̈́̈́̏̆͗̀͝ ̸͈̫̑̏̏͑͌̚m̶͚̰̳̹̝͓͎͎̯̣͊̈̀̆̌̌̉͛̕ĭ̵̩͚͉̦̮̏n̶̛̬̟̻͓̳̿̍͑̀̒̀́̈̈́ȩ̵͕͖̱͈̱̦̺̍̈̑͌͘ ̷͉͚̟͎͎̤͆̔͌́͠ḿ̷̹̟̈́̚i̸̜̣̳͇̘̜̾̇̑̾̔̅n̸̘̱͍̗̠̠̦͙̓̓͐̇͛͜ͅé̸̢̥̣̮̰̫̻̼̉̅́̈́ͅ ̷̫̞̜̜̖͇̲̿͘m̴̨̬̦̤̦͔̘̤̐͐͆̈͋i̵͔͂͑̒͘ń̸̺̱̲͆̈́̀͌͗͐͛e̷͕͉͙̦̟̟̙͊̅̿̈́̂͘ ̸̻̯̓͠m̸̤̥̺̪̺̮̝̋̄̏͗͠ḭ̴͇̬̤͔̮̻̘̼̻̙͖͛͌̀̐͂͐͌̌̾̽̽́ṋ̶̢̡̛̛̟̠͍̗͖̄̈́̈̏͗́́̎̈́͝e̴̛̺͓͔͚̞̳̩̮̒̋́́̏̓̎̓̔̋͝ͅ ̷̢̡̥̤̠̳̬̳̥̿̅͗̑͂̑̅̊͜͝͠m̷̛̭̹̘̦̞̖͐͌̂͗̂̃̀̓͋ͅï̷̺̼͈̈ǹ̵̢͎̗̗͇̝̺͊̇̓̈́͝ͅͅę̴̣͓̭̼͉̐̎̆̓̆̏̒̈́̋̓͘̕ ̵̧̢̰̬̓̄͊̎͂̎̽m̴̧͖̻̐ị̷̢̬̬͈̞̰̭͑̈̋̓̀̅͝ǹ̶̢̢͓̫̺̺̘͎̥͚͕̌̄͛̏̎̆̈́͘̕̚͝ë̴̜̮̬̹̪̙́͆͗͠͝ ̶̢̼̲̲͚̞̒̿m̷̪͕̞͚̹͓̦̤̼͚͛̎̍̉̽͌̿̈́̋͒́͝i̷̱̯͊̏͛̽͘ͅn̶̜̬̱̏͋͌̌̀̍̌͂̽̓̎͝e̸̝̜̣̞̤̠̍̅͊̕͝

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[myladysapphire]

My Lady Strong (I)

Aemond had always been protective of his neice, obssessed even, insiting on keeping her sheltered, and purley his, he never let her stray far and following the incident at Driftmark, Aemma was rarley without Aemond as her shadow. How will the kind, sheltered girl fair in the dance of dragons?

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CW: childbirth, Aegon being Aegon, Bullying, child abuse, fear of the dark, refrences to torture, loving parents, oc is described to have brown hair, streaked with silver and purple eyes

Fem!oc x Aemond Targeryen (can be read as x reader)

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When Rhaenyra fell pregnant for a second time, she knew it would be different.

For the birth of Jacaerys, her pregnancy was followed with mass celebrations, house Veleryon showering her with gifts, proud that a child with Velaryon blood would sit on the iron throne. But after his birth, the celebrations ceased. Whispers swept through the court, questioning his birth. But after a few months, many came to the agreement it was his grandmother Rhaenys Baratheon’s blood shining through, she once looked more Baratheon than Targeryen and the child was merely taking after her.

But then she fell pregnant again, and though she was once more greeted with celebrations, the court held its breath.

One child born with the Baratheon looks was one thing, genetics was a mystery and it was pure chance he had brown hair and eyes.

But if this child too had the ‘Baratheon looks’ then it would all but confirm the rumours queen Alicent spun.

But that was not why Rhaenyra felt this pregnancy to be different, unlike her first pregnancy, she had different symptoms, morning skinniness, new cravings, and where before she had always had clear skin she was getting pimples and spots. She hoped for a girl, having always wanted a little sister, and now she would have a daughter. She had only ever imagined having girls, and though she was not disappointed at having a boy when the masters spoke of their predictions of it being a girl, she got a little jump in her step.

So, when she went into labour, whilst the court held its breath waiting for the legitimacy of her children to be confirmed, she held her excitement over having a daughter.

The day of her labour was not cheerful, the skies were grey and cloudy and when her contractions began rain fell from the sky, a storm from Stormsend having reached KingsLanding.

With the wind rattling against the windows, and thunder striking down from the sky, the family waiting outside, Viserys pacing the halls. Alicent biting her nails. This labour was tough, though Jacaerys birth had been easy, this had taken double the time his had, her screams, louder than even the storm raging outside. And when it all stopped the family feared the worse.

The young prince Aemond, only eighteen moons old had awoken, screaming insisting he is with his mother. Only to arrive just in time to hear his niece's screams and his eldest sister's laughter.

He rushed into her room, not even allowing time for his father to check on his daughter, before jumping up (as well as a toddler could) and sitting next to his sister insisting on holding his niece. Tired from the labour Rhaenyra agreed.

When her father and Alicent finally entered, they were quick to approach. Alicent caught a glimpse of black hair streaked with silver.

“A girl?” Viserys questioned, smiling down at the babe in Aemonds arms.

Nodding, Rhaenyra smiled “Aemma” she declared, causing a delighted laugh to leave Viserys mouth.

“She looks just like her, the Arryn genes are strong with her it seems, she even has your mother’s eyes.” And she did, Arryn blue eyes, not violet, as she had dreamed, but perfect.

She had attempted to take Aemma back from  Aemond, but he had not let go, simply smiling and babbling to his niece, his Aemma.

As the years went by Aemond continued to stay with Aemma, scarcely letting her stray from his sight, his hand always holding hers. Where one was, the other was always near. Being the only two without a dragon, his never hatching, and her own destroyed along following the storm on the day of her birth, they had the same lessons, with no dragon lessons, they were very rarely apart.

Aemma had grown into a sweet, beautiful, and intelligent girl. Her looks compared to that of her great-grandmother, Daella, alongside her sweet nature. She had an innocence around her, being the middle child and only girl of her mother, her mother wished to preserve the child-like wonder for her daughter, wishing to grant her daughter the childhood of being the heir and the only child of a king stolen from her. Aemond was all too pleased to keep her like this, wanting to preserve her wonder, her need for him. Though book smart, the sheltered life she lived kept her from the real world. She was even protected from rumours, though they still were whispered, all desired to keep her from them.

She was a kind girl and underserving of the cruelty of court, but even that did not protect her from her family. Alicent had always been fond of her, always allowing her near her children, being kind, braiding her hair and even commissioning gifts for her. She was close to Heleana, the pair, whenever Aemond left her alone, often found each other’s company. Aemma was one the few people to share her interest in insects, even going out of her way to collect any that she thought Heleana might enjoy. But Aegon and her brothers were another story. Aegon was a jealous person, envying his niece for the kindness his mother never found him, so he took it out on her.

When Jacaerys let slip Aemma’s fear of the dark, an idea struck him.

The black cells.

Aemma rarely slept alone, with Aemond often sneaking in and sleeping with her, hating the moments apart even when they sleep. When he was sick, they often slept apart, his fear of catching his illness, however little or contagious it was. And her chambers always had candles lit for when she did sleep, a reassurance that whatever lurked in the dark was stopped by the glow of a candle.

Aegon waited for Aemond to fall ill, for a time he knew she would be alone. And snuck into her chambers, her brothers by his side.

It was the dead of night, the boys aged 9 and 6 tired but willing to please their uncle, snuck into her rooms and carried her through the keep down to the third level of black cells.

Being a deep sleeper, she didn’t wake once, not even flinch when Aegon picked her up and then dumped her in the cells.

They had run off giggling, thinking it a brilliant prank, and a way to cure her of her fear, as Aegon put it.

They had thought it would be overcome morning, that she would wake in the dark before finding the door and leaving.

None of them expected her to be locked in there for a week, they did not know the doors were locked and only opened from the outside.

The keep was in disarray searching for her, neither boy spoke up, fear of their punishment keeping them.

Aemond was driving everyone mad, ordering and screaming for her to be found. He was normally a shy quiet boy, unsure of himself. But with his Aemma missing all that was left of him was a madman.

The rest of the keep was in disarray. All guards were on the lookout for the princess, searching high and low. She had completely disappeared, without a trace.

The boys were growing nervous, they couldn’t admit to what had been done and they feared the black cells too much to return and retrieve her.

Aemma had woken in complete darkness, she could even see her hand it was so dark.

She could hear screaming as if they were her own, but she didn’t notice, she didn’t even notice as she crawled forward in her small cell and pounded on the door, begging to be let out. Or as she threw her guts up after hours of screaming and pounding.

She did notice when it all went quiet. When even her screams stopped when the screams of the criminals being tortured turned quiet.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, there was no way to tell day from night.

She slept when she collapsed, her tears lulling her into a tormented sleep, her stomach empty and churning.

She had no food nor water, the dungeon master had no clue she was down here, and no one did.

 Not until a week had passed and Aemond dreamt of the black cells. She had refused to rest till she was found, but collapsing from exhaustion lead to his dream, leading his startling awake, and his racing to the cells. Ser Criston Cole was quick to follow him, though he did not care for the girl he still had a duty as a kingsguard. She was found after three hours of searching, three hours of Aemond shouting and ordering guards to search every cell on every level.

Ser Harwin Strong found her, he and her mother had, like Aemond, not stopped, fearing the worse, had not rested. When he found her she was sitting in the corner, head between her legs, rocking back and forth, tears streaming down her face. She was thin, with chapped lips, her face red and puffed with her never-ending tears.

She screamed when the light poured in, shuffling back into her corner.

“Aemma” Harwin breathed, before alerting the rest of the guard, Aemond came running over, taking her into his arms.

“Aemma” he cooed, taking her hand, she had flinched back from Harwin when he took her hand, but with Aemond she took it, and jumped in his arms, tears falling from her eyes once more. “it’s ok…it’s ok… your safe now” he spoke softly, stroking her hair.

Maesters were quick to attend to her, she was weak and dehydrated. And her mind was still in a panic. She refused to let go of Aemond, using him as a shield when her brothers and Aegon paid her a visit.

She never said who had done it, but her distance and new timid nature around her brothers and uncle was proof enough for Aemond.

But he couldn’t do anything, he was a victim of their bullying. Though they never did something similar or remotely as cruel again, Aemonds crazed state was enough for them to leave Aemma and him alone, at least until the pink dread.

a/n more of an intro chapter, half edited

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[sk3tch404]

Not even ONE call back? Smh.

Victim blaming, I choose you! ⛹

[lalalala514]

Yandere Bnha Collage AU

(Not edited)

You are in your last year of high school and your teachers have given your class the opportunity to take extra classes so that all you can be prepared for college. And you of course accept, who wouldn’t? However the classes are at the Ua college campus, which means you will meet a lot of new people.

Yandere Shigaraki who becomes obsessed falls for you after you return his headphones that he had forgotten in class one day. He has had his eyes on you for a while and became interested quickly, I mean who wouldn’t when you have that sweet sweet smile. He was a few classes above you, but you heard a rumor that he skipped a few grades because of how smart he was, but also because his dad was apparently a very powerful and dangerous man with a lot of influence. But that didn’t bother you, because they were just rumors, right? There were lots of other rumors too about him; that he had a nasty and aggressive personality, that he was an incel, that he didn’t care about anyone. But none of that seemed to be true, sure he could be a bit cold or aggressive at times but he was a good person overall, so why would all the other rumors about him or his family be true?

Yandere Toya Todoroki who is known as the popular rich boy with good looks. His soft looking white hair and piercing blue eyes has made every girl on campus fall for him. And the piercings gave him a sort of bad-boy look, which made him practically every girls dream guy. He could have any girl he wanted, if it wasn’t for his personality and focus on school. He never fully changed to dabi here, so a big part of him still wants to impress and get his fathers attention. He does his best -and more- at school in hopes his father will praise him and one day give him the family company/business. There is no time for girls or parties, and if he did have time for a girl she would have to be perfect. Someone who his dad would approve of, someone who would make him, the company and family look good. And you are just what he is looking for.

Yandere Keigo Takami, close friends (if not best friends) with Toya. But unlike his friend, he doesn’t mind a few parties and girls here and there. But they are never serious. Sure, he is more laid back and playful than most of his classmates, but he still needs good grades. So that he can support his family (mom & dad) one day. And if he did find a girl, she would have to be the one.

Yandere Toga, who is going to be your roommate later when you start college. She is a year older than you and because of that has been given the job to take care of you and show you around. Make you feel comfortable and welcomed. And she does her best. At first she didn’t take you or her new responsibilities that seriously, but after a week or two she did. I mean, you were just sooo cute and understood her weird humor. She felt as though she could be herself around you and not be judged. You were like a breath of fresh air. And you feel the same way about her too, right? Because that’s how the absolute best of friends feel around each other, and you guys are best friends forever.

[rosinaparker]

The red means I love you..

Genre: Yandere, obsession.

Pairing: Yandere! felix,minho,seungmin x reader (separated)

Warnings: obsession, stalking, possessive, violence, murder, breaking in

Summary: Lee know Seungmin and Felix being absolute yanderes head cannons!

SEUNGMIN

-He would be super obsessive and I can see him being possessive over you

-He would need affirmations all the time😃

-I feel like if you guys weren’t together he would just observe from afar and end anyone who interacts with you!

-He would hurt anyone in his way I know that for a fact

-He would not hesitate to kill anyone for you if you ask!

LEE KNOW

-He would be CRAZY I say.. the fact that he’s crazy even being himself, him being Yandere would just add to the fact😋

-touch STARVEDD I say.

-Literally holds onto you all day long!

-He wouldn’t be all bark.. he’d be all bite! 😃

-if you guys weren’t together he would leave love notes around your house. yes, he breaks in.

FELIX

-He can be very crazy but he can control it!

-He would love to watch all of the people you interact with get their limbs detached

-he would be a stalker for sure..

-He would bite and give you bruises all over so everyone knows you’re taken! (Once in a relationship.)

-Serina˙ᵕ˙ (ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH THE SONG)

[asteriass]

Yandere Male Love Interests

Recommendations for series that include male love interests whose love, admiration, & devotion is so strong that it is expressed as an excessive obsession & possessiveness. Sometimes using extreme violence or brutality as an outlet for their emotions [Though the latter part is not the case for ALL love interests in the list]

[Spoilers warning for certain series later on in the list]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Firefly Wedding

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Love and Heart

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ The Villain's Savior

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Let's Hide My Little Brother

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳It's Mine

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Abide in the Wind

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Secret Alliance

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Cheese in the Trap

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳340 Days

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳I Failed to Oust the Villain!

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Itoshi no Ko, Charlotte

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳It Was a Mistake, Grand Duke!

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ My Dear Living Dead

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Nariyuki de Konyaku wo Moshi Konda Yowaki Binbo Reijo desu ga, Naze ka Jiki Koshaku-sama ni Dekiai Sarete Torawarete Imasu

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Perfect Mine

[diary-of-a-quarantined-yandere]

I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am. I hate everything I am.I̷͓͇̔̌̎̾̀̇́̀͘ ̴̡̰̙͔͓͎̖̹̭̾̆h̷̛̘̤̋͋͐̈́́́a̶̢̱̼̰̹͍̻͇̳͖̽̄͗̍t̴̨̪̪̗̉ẽ̷̺́͆ ̶̛̞̩̫̖̗̙̗̬̆̊͆̍̓̃̀͐e̸̫͓͕̜͇̼̜̰̲̾̿̓̅̅̕ͅv̷̼̄̔e̷͑��̨͙͕͕̒͠r̵̞̂̋̿͐̓͒͑̄̑ẏ̸̛̹̰͎͊̉͗̅́̅͐̈́t̴̪̥̝̆̌̑͐́͐͂͝h̴͕̰̳̣̻̭̫̩̟̒į̷̯̼̙͓̬̬̹͖̈́̏̃̏̆̈́́̌n̸̹̣͉̽̌͗̄̽̈́̈́̐͂g̵̨͖̣̥̥̥̭̘͑̔͛̈́̏͝ ̶̧̤̩͙̝̻͍͖̖̃͒͊͗̆̔̆͜͝I̷̢̛͍͖̗̺͇̭̼̓̀͊͗͛̊̿ ̴̟͔͆͌̋̐̃̎̈́͘ǎ̵̟̍̍͘m̴̡̛̞̺̻̰̯̔ͅ.̶̞͈̿̓̽̉͘ ̴̭̈͐̽I̸̢̞̱̮͓̜̫͙̿͘ͅ ̵̡̤̯̰̦̳̠͚̩̉̔̈̎̊̋͂͠h̷̖̫̹̫͊́́̃̚ą̷͚̞͇̻̤͖̩̦͎̑̈́͌̀̉͋̓̏́͝t̴̢̧̰͚̼̰͙͆̌͊̄̈̋̂͘ẽ̶̛͉̯̏͒͌̆̕̕ ̴̥͎̣̗̗͓͗͆̃͛̽͗́̏ẻ̷̫̥̮͎̠̰͓̽̏̀ṿ̵̽̎̂̓̇̎e̸̡̡̧̛͔̘̥̮͙͍̞̋̑̔̂̂̾̈́̏̕r̵̼̮̙̟͍̙͓̹̔̾̆́͜y̵̨̢͖͘ţ̷̮̘͚̻͔̝̳̰̥͂̌h̶̢̜͎͍̎ǐ̵̛̩͙͔͕̖͈̰̣̍̃̚̚n̶̛͓̦͍͉̩̳̦̻͆̃́̃̓́̚g̴͈̪̺̬̰͇̝̉̆̌̐̿̒̀̚ͅ ̴̖͔͔̒͒͗͌̓̈́̕͝ͅḮ̵͇̻͙̌̀̃̐ ̷̛͚͓͒̌̾͝a̸̧͇̘̬̩͂̾m̷̼͖̀̓̿̐͆͋̊̚.̷̡͚̩̘̝͚͚̮̑͛̈̿̋ ̴͙̮̰͇͕̑̏ͅĮ̴̟͔̙̗̱̱͑͑̓̊̔̾̋͝ ̵̨̟̲̤̫̼͍̤͎͆̈́̈͋̓̇̏͠h̵̺͉͔̙͎̖̳̙̑̈́͝á̵̧̱̯̲͈̈̉͐̐͗̀͝ţ̴̺͈̼͎͚̼́̒̓̈́e̷̩͎̯̚ ̸̨̡͇̻̺̰̑̎̕͝e̶̠͈̫̪̭͗̐̀ͅv̴̢̰̣̦̯͙̪̑̃͘ȅ̶̼͚̎͆̈̀̓͋͊͜ŕ̷̞͕̪̹̼͊̚͜͠ỹ̵̰̭̺̖̦͙̟̜̈́͋̀̃͘͠͝ṱ̵̡̢͙̹͈̻̤̥̀̃̈́̈́̽̓̚̕ḣ̵͈̰̈́͒į̶͍̖̲̬̦̠͗̑̃́̌̄͆̅͝͝ͅṇ̴͔͖̰̫͙̞̙̖͗̀̇͝g̴͙̼̤͕̤̘͒͋͊̅͘ ̴̨̲̺̦̠̫͔̞͍͐̽̂͊͂̑͆Ī̸̡̠͓͇͈͚̗ͅͅ ̷̦͕͈̣̠̩̌͗ͅa̸̡̨̻͙͚͇͇̝͚͗̃̐ḿ̸̡͇̲̥̭̤̝̈́.̶͚͔̗̝̯̪͗̀̐̉͝ ̶͍̹̣̠͋Ị̴̥͚͇͌́̀̊ ̷̛̠̞̯͓̺̱̤̽̆̈́̂͋͗͘̚ḩ̵̤͇͖̳̥̆̅̋̄a̵̝̽͛̈́ţ̶͎̠̯̖̥͖̠̼͙́͒̏̿̚͠e̶̜̒̈̋̀ ̸̡̧̫̥̱̖͔͚͊̑̏ę̷͓͙̥̙͇͖̞̆̀̀ͅv̸̡̨̛̗͕͔͒̈̋̏̑͊̀́ͅé̸̛̗̻̟̩̝̠̮͌̑̏̌͂̚̕r̵̞̗̫̖̫͗́̀̅̂̈́ȳ̵̗̗͗̒̓̈͐ẗ̵̢͙͍̜̦́̂͒̚ȟ̵̢̢̰̯̥͈̳̓͜i̴͈̮̇n̷͈̹̬̮̄̋̕͜g̶̨͇̫̯͕̥̤͛̐͆̊̿ͅͅ ̵̧̦̦̠̦̟̭̱͐̆͐̿Ĩ̸̳͇̲̱̏͊̓̚ ̶̨̱͕̰̟͔̂̾͋͂̐̾̒ͅą̴̘̈́m̶̙͚̠̞̱͈̅.̷͔̮̼̟̬̤͋͂̋͑͑͋͒̇̆͊ ̴̨̲̮̣̹̠͚̰̦̎̀̊͐͠͝ ̷̫͕͉͇̮͂͊I̷̡̙̟̼̼͉̗͇̗̝͒́̉ ̷̧̢̛̜̲̹͔̼̠̻͙̇͋́̊̕h̶̡͍̬̘̺͓̃̉̋͒̓á̷͔̺̞̣̺̜ͅt̶̳͈̘̏ͅe̸̢̞͛̃̓̕ ̵̧̝̼͓̥̓͝e̵͚͇̣͔͈̾͋̈́̂̄͐̔̚v̵̫͈̥̲̰̮̯̰͐̕̕͝è̷̼̓̉̂̆̌̓̕ṛ̴͉̳͈͈̂̂̃͜͜͝y̶̯̲̳̙̟̳̩͎̪̲̑̑̄̕̕t̵̨̡̻̺̮̹̫̭͈̥̾͗͆̂̏͑h̵̼͈̜̩̪̹̣͎͕̉̾į̷̳̝̝̮͕̮̀̎̓͑̋̽̑͝ņ̴̨̹͇̠͆͊̍̅̌̽͒̌̈g̶̗̥͉̮̀͂͐̒̆̂̄ ̸̗̻̪̺̈́̎I̵̼̫̞͕͕̱͔͓̬͉̿ ̴̹͗̈́͗͆ȃ̵̞̹̮͂̂̆ͅḿ̷̡̪̲̩̾͐̏̕.̴̢͓̤͚̠̥̪̣̐̀̍͆̋͆̑̉͗̃ ̷̧̩̽̐̋̽̅̃̀Ị̴̺̞͚͚̪̘̣̳͑ ̸̨͓̯̲̤͂̇̃̾̈̇̋̕͠h̴̡̙̬̪̰̱̫͙͍̑̓͑ͅa̶̩̝͔̞̦̤̣͎̯͑̌͗̒͊̍̇t̵͖͕̲̹̿̄̌͋́̿̄̐͐͜e̸͕̱̳̙̓͒̈͛̐͒̓ ̴̧̻̩̥̠̹̳͗̿̊̂̋̀̐̒ͅe̸͍̺̘͉̬̲̰̞̰̝̽͋̈̈́̈́̐̌̕̚͝v̶͎̻͍̏͒é̷̱̥̯̈́̌̓͘r̵͕̭̜̗̅̍̅̀̄͜͜͝y̸̢̮͕͕̜͍͎͍̫͛̈́̈͜͝ẗ̵̝͖͎͎̜̟̜́̆͜͝ḩ̵͚͔̿̓̏̍͝i̸̧̜͚̖͆͛̈́́͛̚n̶͎̟͙̲̗̯̫̱̲̔̊̑́͗̾g̸͉̓͂̐̒ͅͅ ̵̯̠̬̞̤̗̲̠̇̎̇̚Ǐ̵̢͓̻͎͕͕̓̄͒̌ ̶̧̢̲̜͔̝͇̭̇̉̎̊̈́̀̆͆͘͝a̸̹̥̥̞̝̹͐̒̓̊͆͜m̶̢̠̮̙͕͍̳̊̿̈͝ͅ.̷͚̝̻̝͖̬̎̑̕̚͝͝ͅ ̶̌́ͅI̸̢̻̟̲̥̻̠̓̑͑́̄̓͝ ̴̗̣̣̱̻̻̰̠̆̇́́͒̈́̐̚h̵̛̞͋̈́̑̽͋̈́̂͒̕ä̸̧͇̭͕̺́̏̎̾̕̕ẗ̷̡̳͕̠͉̬̖͕̟͚̈́͆e̸̛̛̹͎͖̔́̾̂̀̿̋͂ ̴̡̛͍̬̋̀̐̏̓́͐͛e̴̠̲̺̬̥̫̲͖͋̀͂͌̐̃̈́͊͜ṿ̷̧̼̫̟̈́͑́̔̽ę̵̲͕͇̩̞͐͗̈́̑͒̓̾̅͘r̴͔̖̻̾̄̿̚ÿ̴̫́͂̈ͅt̴̼̘̦͝h̷̦̙͚̜͓͚̱͊͛̇͑͆̐̒͘ͅǐ̴̡̹̆͑̄̌ņ̴͉̳̣̌͐̐̽̓͗͘g̴̛̼̲̰̀̊͑̆̚͘ͅ ̷̧̧̪̟̻͆̀͗̎͗̐̉I̵̠̖̓̄̂ ̶̢̛̳̮̇͗̅͌̾͜a̶̢͈͓̰̒̿̃̈́̀͐̏̓̿͜͝m̴̟̪̘̻̓̈́.̶̛̥͍̘̠̲̹̇͆̏̒̎̒̈̌ ̵̲͔̬̪̝͎̱̳͒̄̆̋̅́̅̔̕͝I̷̮̱͕͂̇̔͊̈͂͒ ̴̥͙̲̩̻̗͙͐̑̊̓̀̆̃̏͛͜ḩ̴̡̱̼̓̆͛̎̔a̴͈͎͍̻̦̜̰̭̥̐̑̒̊̒ͅt̷̖̩͊͐̆̇̅̈e̸̡̟̰̮̔͋̄̈͊̎̃̕͘ ̷̤̻̈́̄̌̐̾̏̀̚̕̕e̷̠̞͉̘͚͐̔̓v̷̨̞̔e̶̳͕͍̐̓͆͑͛͐̚͜r̴͙͚̅̎y̵̧̨̥̪̳̠͑̉̐̑̄͐͋̿̊͜͜t̸̨̧̹́͌̃̑̊͋̿͝ḫ̵̛͍͔̞̣̻̊͒̈́́̿̄̌͝i̷̧̡̢̦̮̟̯͌͋͐̀̌̚͜͝ṋ̷̲͐̐͘g̸̨̡͚̱̻͙͈̽̀̍̏̊̚ ̵̱̭̠̘̘͙̣̼͕̲͗͋̄I̶̧͕̞͔̘̮̦̱̗̟͌̔̀͘ ̶̼͎̕a̶͇̪͉͈̲̻̓̀͗͐̇̎͝m̵̧̧̹̳̖̃.̸̯͔̯͓̮̲̆̃̍͒̈͆̓̉͜ ̵̲͖̝̈͑͋̔͋̍̐͘̕͝I̵̼̮̳̲͎̋̅͂́́̒̌̍̊̀ ̶̲̞͎͙̱̯̥͔̟̠̿̉̏̓͠h̵̢̧̳̮̖̥̩̥̙͈̿̎͆̀́̌͂̍ȧ̸̡͇͙͙͔̟̙̰͒̈́̉̓͘t̶̪̥͎̻̕e̷̗͚̰͎͖͗̆̋͗͊̐̉ͅ ̸̢͙̝͙͔̪͔̩̗̈̈́̐̔̒̂ề̶̢͖̯̣̦̱͚̪̥͍̀̽́v̸̪̌̄̀̒̂́̂̆è̵͔̰͛̀̃͌̀̀̀́ŗ̶̙̱̮̩͇̩͕̭̬͂͌͑̅̍̃̈́̅ý̷̢̡͍̟̝̣̤̰̌̽̓̊͂͘͝͠͝t̴̯͒̂ḫ̶̛̹̣̹͙̼̤͔̽͂̓̇̃͘͠͝͠i̸̡̫̹̝̹̥͖̬͍͂̀ṉ̷̹̞̓̉̎ͅg̷̢̛̭̝͙̰̳͎̲͍̳̽̉̑̂̃̑͆ ̸̡̡̡̧̮̱̯̥̆ͅḮ̷̜͉ ̶̨̥̫͈̟̺̰͚͑a̵̜̟̥͔̥͐͗̉̋̅͆͂̃͊̾͜m̵̛̭̹̱̝̯̮̫͆͆͊̅͋.̷̢̻͈͑͋̃̈́͊̑̎̃͘̚͜ ̷̲͕̲̝͎͒̑̐͌̎͛͊̍̿ ̸̨̛̖͉͙̫̬̓͑̉̇̃̐Ĭ̷̺͍̟͙̜̿̈́͊̐͜͝ͅ ̸̧̢͖̲͎͈̥̄̓̄h̷̥͎͈̉̀͝a̷̡͇͎̽́̑̑͌̔͝t̷̨͓̾̈͊̀͑̿͛̓́ȇ̷̖̈̐͝͝ ̵̙͇̻͎̺̭̉͑̉̽́̋͛̕ȩ̸̬͔̝̱͆̽̇ͅv̶̧͈͈͓̻̟̣͖̬̑́̕̕͜e̶̮̼̻̜̮̫͎̊̑̑̄́͜ͅr̵̝̔̄̓y̴̭̯̅̈́̇͑̄̃͗͜t̷̼̦̫̳̝̫͒̄́͂ͅḩ̴̥͋̃͠î̵̗̘͍̫̜͙̼͇̏̂͋̆̈́͒͘͠n̴̳̫̜̩̠̮͈͝g̷̤͍̮̋͗̏ ̴̛̛̝̯̞̲̳̩͔͍̩̃̉̐͛̋̽̚͜Í̶̝͖̤̳̲͓̄͐̉̏̒̔̏̕͜͝ ̵̳̭͚͎̉̓̽̂̽̏̐̕͝a̸̡̲̪͑̅̊̔̂͂̏̈͠m̷̡̧͖͚̼͎̗̞̅̀̓͜.̷͓͓̞́͐̓͗͆͘͘ ̷̢̛͕̣͉̬̹͍̗̌͌̾̚̚̚I̸̗̩̱͖̩͋̓͝ ̷̫͕̰͇̱̭͚̭̌͛ḧ̸̙̜̥̥̭̖̀̑͐̌̑̇͑ǎ̷̟̥̦̣̈́͋̐͊́̚͝t̵̨̫̮̥̥͑̾͒̊͗̍̋̽͝͠ę̵̟̥͕̤̩̿ ̴̧̨̤̥̤̹̬̰̩̈́̃̾̅̓͊͌͑̀e̴͔͍̖͂v̶̢͍̰̪̥̜̟̜̹͉̑́̈́e̶̦̺͕͎̱̗̜̹͉̒̃ŗ̵͈̞̝͖̄͒̓̽̍͆͠y̶̧̬̙̥̰̼̬̩̌̓̾̄t̷̨̙̲͚̥̱̳̘̓̄̎͒̐͑̉̄̚h̸̢̧͍̦̙̔͑̊͠į̷̱̘̹͍̈́̌̈́ń̵͔̥̾̕g̶͓͓͙͚͔̭̯̰̳͆̆̆̄ ̵̙̰͎̘̑͑̍̈́̒́I̵͓͉̺̦̱͕̻̞̿̋̾̀̇͌ ̷̛̼̺̖̂̆́͊̄̓̍̿̏á̷̢̜̥̳̯̪̦̐̐̓m̸̧̜̠̪͈͚̣̪̮̗͐̏͑̔̋̽̄͒̒̽

[arsenerine]

I understand why it’s called being lovesick. Everything you do drives me crazy. Thoughts of you plague my every waking moment

I want your affection, I need your attention

I think I might wither away without it

love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me

[plagu3dlov3r]

I sharpened the knife you used on me before, would you like to carve pictures into my skin? Brand me with cuts?? Mutilate me so no one looks at me the way you did? Here! Take my eye!! Peel my lips off my face! They're prettier in your hand ^u^ Take them from me please <3

[glitchneedles]

ⁱ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵐʸ ʰᵒˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ʳᵃᵐᵐᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵐʸ ᵈᵃʳˡⁱⁿᵍ, ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᶠⁱˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇʳⁱᵐ. ᵇⁱᵗᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ⁿᵉᶜᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᶜʳᵃᵗᶜʰ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ, ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵇˡᵉᵉᵈ. ᶜᵐᵒⁿ ᵇᵃᵇʸ, ᵘˢᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵒᵘᵗ.

[cowardz]

𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝! 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

your best friend has been acting off lately. his diet has changed (I know paleo is a trend right now, but raw meat? really?); you could have sworn you saw his eyes flash in the dark like a cat; and weirdest of all, your sweet reserved bsf is growing pretty bold? You want to be worried about this change, but if he’s decided to reinvent himself then what kind of best friend would you be to complain.

What you don’t know is that you absolutely do have reason to be concerned. Your poor bff seems to have gotten himself mixed up with demonic powers and now he finds himself unwillingly sharing a body with a demon. It could be worse though if the demon was only slightly more powerful… lets's just say he wouldn't have to worry about sharing the body.

This arrangement comes with some quirks. For example, both inhabitants are finding themselves subjected to emotions they didn't previously have. The demon finds himself assaulted by fond feelings for someone he doesn't even know (who the hell is (Y/N)!) while your best friend is dealing with violent urges, even when the demon isn't piloting the body.

The demonic being finds his human "counterpart" completely pathetic. He's been in love with the same person for years and he can't even make them aware of his feelings, let alone get with them. You see if he were in hell right now he'd kill any competition and make them his mate on the spot! However, his cowardly human prevents him from doing what he really wants so he must resort to other means. He can't stand being associated with such a cowardly being so he'll just have to teach the human to court his love the right way. and considering he's sharing emotions with his human roommate he might have some ulterior motives in helping you two get together…

That's how you found yourself in this situation, being flirted with (and basically stalked) by your previously shy best friend and his demonic captor.

[secretpostsposts]

What would happen if Branch decided to leave with no notice 👀👀

He recognizes his relationship with his brothers isn't healthy and he isn't happy. So he packs up what clothes he was able to hide away. So maybe he and Creek leave in the middle of the night as that's kinda become the only friend that stayed.

What would the brothers do? How would they react when they realize that they don't know where Branch would go because they never listened to him.

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Absolute chaos

Clay would try to use logic and be as serious and calm as possible with Branch's "friends" to know if they have seen him, each one would tell him a place and after looking and not finding Branch, Clay would also fall into total panic, he enters Branch's room and sees that things are missing (something that the brothers in good faith let Branch keep for good attitude), and after not seeing Creek, Clay would know what happened.

Bruce (who was on Vacay Island would find out from a letter sent by Clay, and one from Floyd totally insane asking if Branch was on the island) would be devastated, and after telling Brandy about Branch's apparently missing (Brandy has no idea of the true situation, she and her sons and daughter, they think Bruce is making up for lost time with Branch, at some point Brandy will come in, I think) so he goes to Pop Village to help with the situation, He knows they won't find Branch, not anytime soon or anytime soon, and he knows it's his fault and everyone else's, but he doesn't want to lose his brother, not again.

Those who take it the worst are John Dory and Floyd.

Floyd is a walking mess, he doesn't get out of the bunker because if he does he could blow his in front of everyone and he doesn't want that, but he also spends a lot of time in the driveway just waiting to see when Branch comes back (at this point Creek may be the only reason Branch didn't turn around and go back to his brothers, they may have made Branch very dependent on them if they managed to get all of their friends on their side and didn't leave Branch with a lot of options, So if Creek is being or trying to be a good friend), Floyd would try to manipulate one of Branch's bounty hunter friends (we all know he became close to the K-pop gang and the gang of Regetton, and Hickory) into looking for Branch using Creek as a scapegoat by saying that he kidnapped Branch or something.

John Dory, he's worse than Floyd, he's an adventurer, he's lived a lot and done a lot of things, and he's got Rhonda, and while Branch and Creek are on foot, John moves faster, and I'm pretty sure John knows how to track and Rhonda is an animal, I say I can track Clay, she can track Branch, but Branch is a survivor so they're both 50/50, John would be a complete hunter, and his prey is Branch (and if this really happened in the fic, I'd have to put the Yandere John Dory tag, Because John would kill Creek to prevent Branch from escaping again, if he would be that crazy.)

And when he catches him, Branch will have a tracker, a new trauma, and there will be a chain in his room and a padlock on the door (maybe Bruce will have to tell Brandy just to help him come to his senses)

But if that would happen, and I like that you like my job B:]