#sob stories don't condone kidnapping

[dontcryurprfect]

Random Rant: Hilda and the Mountain King. I tried watching it again and just... ugh

Trylla in Hilda and the Mountain King is a villain for kidnapping Hilda all bc she wants Hilda to see the troll's perspective. I don't care how scared someone is, that is NOT HOW YOU DO IT! and considering this is HILDA we are talking about, I'm 100 percent sure they could have found another way.

I don't know why the movie is trying to convince me otherwise. She literally turns her back on a crying HYSTERICAL JOANNA who JUST WANTS HER DAUGHTER BACK and refuses to help Hilda, who just wants to go home. Evil. Evil evil evil evil.

And I'm supposed to side with her because "well, being a troll is a fearful situation" YOU DON'T GET TO KIDNAP A CHILD FROM HER MOTHER AND FORCE THE CHILD INTO A WORLD AND AN UNFAMILIAR BODILY FORM JUST SO SHE "CAN SEE WHAT YOU'RE GOING THROUGH."

It doesn't matter how smart the kid is or how desperate you are! You separated a child from her mother! You forced her into a body she doesn't understand! You turned your back on her mother, who just wants her back! YOU'RE A HEARTLESS BITCH!

If she is such a smart girl, YOU TAKE CARE OF HER! NOT ABUSE HER LIKE THIS! (It is abuse, I won't take this back.)

Any other normal person would make this even more of a reason to hate Trolls. Period.

Why is it so hard for some kid movies to have a good lesson when it comes to dealing with things like this? You can't tell a kidnapped kid to get over it and be empathetic about other creature's issues when it's the creature who ripped her from her family in the first place! A scammer can't scam others just bc they have more money bc the money still belongs to them, and they need it. A thief can't steal from a store for food bc then it hurts the shop owners- especially if ppl see them get away and start stealing themselves (you can argue about big corporations but it's the smaller stores that will be hurt the most)

YOU CAN'T KIDNAP A CHILD AND ACT LIKE YOU'RE THE VICTIM BECAUSE YOU ARE IN A FEARFUL STATE! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PPL WOULD BE ALLOWED TO USE THAT AS AN EXCUSE IF THAT WAS ALLOWED!? ALMOST EVERYONE! TRAUMA WOULD HAVE NO MEANING! MENTAL HEALTH WOULD MEAN NOTHING!

No. Nonononononono. This bitch is a villain.

Villain below 🔽🔽🔽🔽🔽🔽🔽🔽🔽

[neowonderland]

Summary: You're not responsive anymore so Xiaojun thinks of a way to help

Pairings: Xiaojun x reader

Warnings: 18+, noncon, kidnapping

Wc: 0.7k

Dark Content, Minor please DNI

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.

You're not responsive anymore.

It's not like you were that responsive to Xiaojun when he first brought you here either, not responding to his attempts to comfort and talk to you. You ignored Xiaojun, refusing to even look at him, much less talk to him. You would struggle against his hold when he tried to comfort you.

But at least during those times Xiaojun could tell that you were listening to him even if you didn't respond. He could tell you had some life left in you, some will to continue living and to escape from this place.

Now, your eyes are glassy and unfocused as if your mind wasn't fully there. Instead of fighting against Xiaojun’s attempts to comfort you, you lay still in his hold. You're obedient and Xiaojun likes that, but it's as if you're a shell of your former self and Xiaojun hates to see you so lifeless. You don't laugh, you don't smile, you don't converse, you don't react.

It hurts Xiaojun to see you this way, so he does some research on how to help you.

It's not long until he stumbles across the realization that you're probably depressed, that you probably have some sort of chemical imbalance in your brain. You're missing chemicals like serotonin and dopamine, things that help you feel happy and regulate your mood.

Xiaojun knows you don't love him, you don't want to be here with him, that you don't want his touch, but he decides that this is for your own good.

Xiaojun is gentle when he lays you down on your shared bed. He's never touched you like how he's planning on before, always holding himself back from doing more. But if giving you an orgasm to help release the chemicals you need to feel happy again, he's more than willing to do so.

‘It’s for their own good,’ is what Xiaojun tells himself as he undresses you and as he runs his fingers across your bare skin, trying to engrain the feeling of your body against his fingers in his mind. Xiaojun hovers over you, eyes drinking in your body and blank expression.

You don't react to Xiaojun undressing you, eyes still glazed over and mind hazy, your mind not fully processing what was happening.

You don't fully process Xiaojun sucking on your chest, hot tongue laving over your nipples and exposed skin. You don't fully process Xiaojun sucking hickies on your skin, trailing down until he reaches right above your sex. You don't fully process Xiaojun uncapping a bottle of lube and drenching his fingers in it.

It's not until Xiaojun’s fingers prod at your entrance that you realize exactly what's going to happen.

“Xiaojun, no.” You mumble, attempting to pull your legs away from him. But Xiaojun grasps your ankle, dragging you closer towards him.

“It's for your own good. You need this. You'll feel better after this, I promise.” Xiaojun says, dipping his finger into your entrance.

It feels uncomfortable and foreign, you're not all aroused by this. It feels even worse when he starts pumping his finger out of you, adding more lube to your hole as he continues. You can feel your eyes beginning to tear up as your discomfort continues to build.

“Xiaojun, stop. Not now, I don't want this, please.” You protest, tears beginning to fall.

Xiaojun shushes you, watching your expressing as he adds in another finger and curls them. Xiaojun let's your tears flow, heart hurting as he listens to your choked sobs.

He could tell your body was slowly accepting him, unwillingly relaxing around his fingers.

It's when Xiaojun hits a spot within you that you tense up and let out a choked moan that he believes that he's making progress. Xiaojun abuses that spot repeatedly, causing your toes to curl and for you to bite your lip to prevent your moans from escaping. Xiaojun runs his thumb across your cheek, wiping away your tears, whispering how well you were doing and that it would be over soon.

It isn't long until your orgasm hits you hard, mind reeling as you cum around his fingers. Xiaojun removes his fingers from you, smiling while smoothing back your hair and giving you a gentle kiss on the lips. It's intimate and it makes your stomach churn.

“That wasn't so bad is it? Now, could you give me another one?”

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

Dark Moon | Chapter Thirteen

Pairing | yandere!Jimin x Reader

Word Count | 2,7k

Warnings | +18, angst, blood, risk of death, Jimin is absolutely beside himself, lots of tears and guilt, kissing and promises, mention of rape, mentions of kidnapping and past abuse, mention of murder, feeling of shame, Stockholm syndrome, yandere themes, triggering content

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.

And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.

That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.

He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys ❤️ This is one of the chapters I loved writing about Dark Moon, I hope you will like it too! Always let me know what you think, I love your comments ❤️

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Everything around him was smeared with blood and dirt, gunpowder shrouded that mansion in the open country that was teeming with Choi's men, but Jimin crushed their heads with ease, he would have eliminated them all, from first to last.

He struck the side of yet another idiot who thought he could confront him and ran toward the dungeon; Hoseok had told him that was most likely where they kept Y/N, because in checking the main rooms he had found no trace of the girl.

At his side Taehyung pinned a man by the arm and with a kick to the throat threw him lifelessly to the ground.

Even with confusion like the clash that was raging it was easy to find the room, although there were many only from one came the inhuman screams of a woman.

With icy chills on his neck he knocked down the door following a violent and desperate shove, freezing in front of that macabre sight.

Y/N was completely tied to a table with her legs shamefully spread wide open, her naked body was littered with bruises and cuts, and she was shaken by violent sobs, not to mention the blood, there was blood everywhere and the sight made Jimin lose all glimmer of reason. What the hell had they done to her?

He sprinted toward her, whose increasingly dull face was stained with terrible purplish marks and red splashes, "Y/N?!" was that his voice?

The voice so shrill and distraught, he himself did not recognize it as his own, Taehyung wordlessly observed the scene before him, he was breathless, Jimin cradled the girl's head in his arms, shaking her hair away from her face.

"Taehyung, help me!" he shouted in his direction, causing his friend to recoil, who retrieved his gun and fired accurately at each handcuff that held the young girl still bound, the skin around her wrists and ankles was now gone, the handcuffs had as if given her burns as a result of the excessive rubbing.

Jimin slowly took her in his arms, trying to figure out where the spillage of blood was coming from, and clutched the girl spasmodically to him, his face a pure picture of shock, he left her just long enough to take off his shirt and press it firmly against the girl's chest, there was only one hole, the bullet had passed through her chest and most likely got stuck inside her, he instead used his jacket to cover his nakedness, Y/N looked at him with wide, vacant eyes, as if she was no longer there but somehow still recognized Jimin's figure.

"Y/N, I'm sorry," he said between trembling lips, "I made you wait too long," he found himself crying, crying like a child at the miserable sight of that girl who had fought him so hard, lying in a sea of blood. She didn't even look like her anymore.

He had not protected her, he lacked air, he had not protected her.

"Jimin..." she gasped instead, reaching out a hand to the face of the man who had made her suffer so much, "Are you... fine," she sighed through the unbearable pangs of that torment. He was alive, he was well, and he was there, there with her.

Seeing him in that place, to save her, made her inexplicably emotional, even though that made no sense.

Jimin tenderly grasped her hand, kissing it and shaking his head, "Don't talk, don't waste your breath," he raised his face toward Taehyung who was looking at them with a bewildered and guilt-filled expression, "Go get help, Tae, please!"

The friend revived and nodded hastily and rushed out of the room, leaving them alone.

"You're here," sobbed the girl softly, sinking her head into the young man's bare chest, Jimin kissed her forehead trying to comfort her somehow, just imagining what had been done to her destroyed him.

"Of course I'm here, did you think I wouldn't come for you?" he asked in despair in the face of her physical and mental torment, he pressed harder on her now-primed shirt with vermilion liquid, hoping Taehyung would hurry up, "You're mine, Y/N, you mustn't forget that."

"But you hate me," was the only response he received, at which Jimin growled.

"I already told you I don't hate you!" he exclaimed bringing his lips closer to hers, "Would I hold you close to me like this if I hated you?"

Y/N slowly closed her eyes, her conscience screaming at her to stay awake, to listen to Jimin as her increasingly tired body demanded rest.

"Y/N!" he cried anxiously, pressing their lips together for a few seconds, it was a gentle touch as quick as a flap of wings, but it was enough to make her open her eyes again, "Stay with me, baby" he said in a sob.

"I've missed you" she whispered with little breath, it cost her effort in every sense to admit it aloud, but it was so, she must have been crazy for a long time now, but in Jimin's arms, she told herself, she could die with peace of mind.

"I've missed you," he repeated with a strange emotion in his eyes, he looked at her with such a gentleness that she had never noticed in her regard, it contrasted so much with those piercings that adorned his angular and massive body and gave him a dangerous air, "I won't let you go again, Y/N," he said quickly, the girl nodded slowly with a small smile, shortly afterwards her vision darkened.

Their story was strange, inconsistent. A lot had practically changed in just a year, who knew her tormentor would hold her like that? Who knew she would let him, surrendering to his grasp?

A bud had managed to bloom into a beautiful rose, nurtured by the sweet blood and bitter despair that cradled the existence of both of them.

Jimin counted every second that he spent in that house.

Y/N was almost always in bed, even two weeks after the shooting, at first he thought it had something to do with what Minho had done to her, but it wasn't just that, he knew it well.

He had promised not to let her go again, but instead he was a shadow of himself and did not dare to get too close to her. He was ashamed, not because of the desperate and frightened words he had whispered to her in that place, but because he had not been able to protect her, she had almost died and he could not find peace, he was always thinking "What if...?".

He hadn't gone to work anymore, he knew Seokjin would give him a hard time, but he couldn't do it. Every night with his heart in his throat he feared she might disappear again, that house didn't make him feel safe, not anymore.

He shrugged his shoulders closing his eyes bitterly, he had been wrong again.

Ever since he had met Y/N it seemed that the only certain thing he knew how to do was to be wrong again and again, never learning from his mistakes.

Then his ears picked up something, it was Y/N's faint voice calling him, and he jumped up from the sofa, running into her room.

"Did you call me?"

The girl was half stretched out on the bed, wearing a nightgown over the chest bandage she still had to keep for safety, she was so small and delicate that it seemed to Jimin that he was facing a tender fairy.

"I'd like to take a bath," she said shyly, avoiding his gaze.

"I don't think that's a good idea, the wound might leak more blood."

"Please... I feel dirty," she begged him with doe eyes, the man found himself sighing.

"Wait for me here."

The attitudes of both of them had changed, it was different from just tolerating each other, there was a gentleness never seen before in the way they both spoke to each other, it was pleasant and not only for Y/N, even Jimin wondered why he hadn't done it before.

He prepared her bath and then returned to her, took her effortlessly in his arms, and the young woman breathlessly admired the sensual features of his relaxed and masculine face, but adorned with wonderfully swollen lips, to be kissed countless times.

He helped her undress without taking his eyes off her body, but not out of lust.

He wanted to thoroughly scrutinize those marks that invaded her body disrespectfully over and over again, he fed on them to fuel the svisceral hatred he felt for Minho, they were still looking for him but soon they would unearth him, Jimin was sure of it.

When he accompanied her to the water the girl sighed contentedly, she made to loosen the bandages, but there too Jimin stepped in, gently removing everything and revealing the hole just above her right breast, he couldn't help himself, he reached out slightly to kiss gently that still young scar, lifted his eyes to her and found her staring at him with sympathetic blush on her cheeks.

Their new intimacy was strange; the abduction had changed something in their relationship.

He went back to soaping her body, occasionally leaving more kisses on her soft skin, kissed a spot just below her ear and slowly brushed his hand over her belly, the desire to make her feel good was there, pressing into his chest where his heart was pounding, but Y/N shivered and closed her legs instantly.

"I... sorry," she said squeezing her eyes shut to chase away the tears, but Jimin shook his head.

"Take it easy, I don't want to do anything," he tried to reassure her, going back to cleaning less intimate areas to let her know he meant what he said, that he didn't want to force her into anything, but Y/N swallowed a knot in her throat.

"No, you wanted me here to give you pleasure, I'm here for you, but I can't for the moment, not after that..." she froze trembling, remembering all too well Minho's painful and brutal thrusts, as well as Minhyun's thrashing as his boss panted on her like a pig, she covered her face in shame.

Jimin had also hurt her, but there was something different between him and Minho, she was more familiar with Jimin, she ventured to admit that ... somehow he had always attracted her?

She could not reflect objectively, but she was sure that for her Minho had simply been a horrifying and terrifying nightmare experienced with open eyes. Remembering the sadism with which he invited Minhyun to strike her and hurt her as he forced himself inside her would haunt her forever.

"There are so many reasons behind my decision to bring you here, Y/N, that was just one of many, but now it's different, you don't have to if you don't want to" the boy's sincere voice brought her back to the present, Jimin was really trying to make her understand, "And you don't know how much I regret what I did that last night, I was a monster" he said taking it out on himself and once again the girl found herself split in two.

"I... I thought you were, but after Choi Minho and his henchman...after they..." god, she couldn't even complete the sentence, "I understood who the demon was between you and him, believe me Jimin" she preferred to end the speech like that, clutching herself with embarrassment. She wasn't saying that Jimin hadn't done anything to her, but the thought that he was finally by her side calmed her down and she felt a pleasant warmth surface inside her, she was crazy and she was also accepting it.

The boy understood her shame and with a weary sigh began to lift up the light T-shirt he was wearing, the woman looked at him strangely and interestedly, his defined and luscious abs bewitched her, but Jimin pointed to the numerous piercings and dark ink lines on his arms.

"You don't have to feel ashamed of what happened to you, you were a victim, just like me."

Y/N widened her eyes in shock, what did he mean?

With indifference in his eyes, Jimin began to explain.

"In the past I met a young girl, it was night and she was coming back from an evening spent having fun with her friends, a drunk man had attacked her and I stepped in to save her.... I didn't know that my action would also doom me, I just wanted to do a good deed.... but she was part of the wealthy Choi family and was convinced that she could have it all, and by everything she meant me too, she was obsessed and I at the time was a kid committing a few petty thefts here and there, nothing too serious, but it was enough to be labeled as society's trash, no one would notice I was missing, and it was all too easy for her to convince her rich and powerful father to kidnap me and make me her prisoner," the boy's jaw tensed at those memories, "I was under that woman's power for four years, like a toy."

"Jimin, you don't have to do that," she pleaded in a broken voice.

"I don't want there to be any secrets between the two of us, Y/N," he smiled slightly, wiping away a tear from her eyes, "She used to keep me tied by one ankle at the foot of her bed, said I was her prince in a cage, at other times she would call me a dirty dog and I would pray that she would finally let me go free, but she would always burst out laughing... she didn't smoke, but she would always light a cigarette and put it out on me when she wanted to punish me or just vent about something, I was her outlet, I was instead taken to the dungeon when I behaved "badly," she would order her father's men to beat me and sometimes I wouldn't eat for days."

The girl gently brushed all those piercings, each of them hiding that kind of wound, Jimin closed his eyes under her gentle touch.

"Her cravings eventually matured and she forced me to have intercourses with her, but I never came, she blocked every sensation, she made me disgusted," he hissed, "I hated all Choi and all women looked like her to me."

He inhaled softly, wiping his sweaty forehead, something in those memories - his demons - made him react that way.

"Seokjin had some things to settle with Choi Senior and when he saw me, he asked for me as payment to settle what Choi still owed him, it was a lie, he saved me and then exterminated everyone in that house, seeing what he had managed to do only because he had wanted it that way, he convinced me to join his family, I began to have real sex with all the prostitutes who roamed the Dark Moon, the only difference being that I was the one with the upper hand now, I used them to unload my lust and I treated them badly because they reminded me of her all too well, that bitch, I could see it in their eyes the desire to use me to live a more comfortable life," he chuckled without amusement, "Then you came along and turned my world upside down, you unnerved me with your purity, you rejected me and I wanted you instead, it was frustrating, with you I wanted to do everything I had always recommended not to do with anyone and I hated myself."

"What do you mean?" she now stared at him with fascination, in front of her was a man who could finally understand her.

"Love you. I wanted, no… I want to love you."

"Jimin, I-"

"Don't answer me now," he shushed her by pressing his soft, irresistible lips to the girl's sweet ones, "Whether you love me back or not, just wait a little longer, even if it takes fifty years if necessary, just...don't ask me to give you freedom, I can't do that."

That was the love Park Jimin could and wanted to give her; passionate, tender ... possessive, selfish.

As she watched the boy leave the bathroom she found herself longing for that sick love, but one she absolutely needed to feel safe.

[yanderes-galore]

For my second request, may I request Walter Sullivan from Silent hill 4, the room? I’d imagine that he could be a cool Yandere to do. It can either be headcanons or if reader was supposed to be a sacrifice at first before he started his obsession with them. Anyways, thank you again for considering doing this request (it’s my final one this open ask box round since everyone deserves a chance to get their ask in 💙) Thanks again!

-MsPlacedHero

I'm not very familiar with Silent Hill 4 yet I did my research! Hope you enjoy :) Just a warning, I made this darker than my usual stories due to the character. So expect triggering themes mentioned in the TW section. You have been warned!

Yandere! Walter Sullivan Concept

(Silent Hill 4: The Room)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Delusional behavior, Obsession, Death, Murder, Mentions of religious sacrifice, Clingy behavior, Trauma, Forced affection, Manipulation, Blood, Stalking, Kidnapping, Breaking and entering, Suicide mention, Cults, Rituals, Mutilation, Haunting/Paranormal, Yandere watches and holds you when you sleep, I get creepy with this one because he is a creepy man, I like to write unhinged characters at times, I don't condone any of this like usual, This is to depict horror, Forced relationship.

When it comes to Walter you can view his obsession as having two different parts.

When he was alive... and when he becomes a ghost.

You most likely first meet Walter when he was alive.

Sometime during his life, before he resorted to the killings, Walter was vulnerable yo kindness.

His view on humanity/society is that they're all cruel in his delusional mind.

So I imagine he'd get attached to you if you tried to help him when he was struggling.

For example, helping him when he was homeless.

Walter hasn't experience much kindness in his life so he easily clings to it, similar to when Eileen gave him her doll as a little girl.

You don't understand why he sobs so much when you try to help him.

Turns out... helping this one homeless man becomes your greatest mistake.

Like you said, Walter may see you as a needed sacrifice to obtain Paradise and see his mother at first.

Once he begins the sacrifices for the ritual he probably begins to stalk you.

Walter would eventually decide not to sacrifice you when his obsession settles in.

He loves your kindness and wants you to direct it towards him.

You may be the one good thing humanity has to offer in his eyes.

So I imagine you'd be spared from his blade... for now.

No, instead your fate may be worse.

You're the obsession of a religious fanatic serial killers who has killed countless victims of all ages for some sort of ritual.

Just because he isn't going to kill you doesn't mean your safe.

Walter most likely has worship yandere characteristics paired with delusional yandere behavior.

He sees you as important to him and feels he should pursue you.

You should witness paradise... you seem like you deserve it.

Walter most likely has no idea how to process romantic attraction.

He hasn't been close enough to anyone to really explore it.

So why does he feel this obsessive need to be closer to you...

Very close....

I imagine there's a pause in his killings where he just... finds you.

He stalks your home, be it a full house or an apartment.

For now he just watches your life.

Soon he gets bolder and tries to get into your home.

Maybe he succeeds before you notice.

Walter does seem like the type to cling to his darling.

He'll watch you as you sleep, maybe even lightly reach out to touch your skin, afraid you may break or something.

He may even be the type to try and hold you in your sleep to add to the horror of this situation.

He's not a good or sane man.

Walter just seems like a yandere with no boundaries, he feels his darling is perfection and that he's blessed to be in your presence.

Even if you're unaware.

As he's already committed murders by this point, this most likely alerts the cops as you call them out of fear.

In fact, your second "formal" encounter with Walter may be right before he's arrested.

Walter maybe decided to get bolder and tried to enter your home when you were awake.

He coos to you through the door and window about how you're meant to be.

You are a key to paradise and he'll reward you for being so nice in a world of corruption!

Meanwhile all you see is the homeless man you helped years ago trying to break into your home.

Safe to say before Walter can get his hands on you he is arrested.

Which leads into the second part of his obsession.

We all know in the original story he dies in jail by his own hands as the 11th victim of 21 sacrifices.

Which due to the cult he is a part of, he continues on as a ghost to finish the ritual.

I imagine as a ghost he'd immediately haunt his darling while searching for his final victims.

You'll notice it through hallucinations and portals to his "dimension".

The entire time Walter's playing with you, telling you in his own way he's still in your life.

Ghostly touches drift over you and you see visions of him.

Safe to say you feel like you're going insane.

Walter still keeps an eye on you while trying to finish the ritual.

He tells you in "dreams" that he'll show you paradise.

When he eventually meets his supposed "mother" he wants you to meet her.

For some reason he feels a strong connection to you and believes this is "love".

However, Walter most likely has never seen people display this type of love.

So he feels forcing himself into your life to gain your attention must be the right way.

Walter is delusional and thinks you must love him too, even as a ghost.

In his eyes... the fear in your eyes is just excitement.

I unfortunately think your fate is the same even if Walter loves you.

Eventually he feels the only way for you to be together is if you join him.

Which means, sadly, your death.

Walter promises he'll be gentle while he does it because he cares.

He says that as a ghost you can be with him in paradise after the ritual is complete.

So please don't struggle much as he carves the numbers into your flesh...

The pain will finish once he has your heart.

Hearts are needed for the ritual.

Yet for a little while Walter finds himself holding yours in his hands with an expression of adoration.

By the time you wake as a ghost, Walter is there to greet you.

He gives you a smile, claiming it was fate to meet you.

He's happy that he can finally show his love for you.

Here is where you belong... right with him.

Normally acts of kindness towards strangers is rewarded...

However you can barely call this a reward, despite what Walter keeps telling you.

Walter, regardless on if he's alive or not, would be obsessive over your touch.

He wants to hold you and just stay there.

Humanity is corrupt to him... yet you're different.

So he must preserve you.

To him, your murder was not only important for the ritual, but to keep you from becoming like the rest.

In his eyes this is mercy, this is a reward for helping him out.

Now... he's helped you too.

Here, when paradise eventually arrives, he'll take you with him.

He can't wait for you to meet Mother.

[astral--horrorshow]

Around-The-Clock Shadows

Platonic Yandere ROTTMNT x Reader

Info: This will be a full-length fic including multiple ROTTMNT characters, the main storyline revolves around the Mad Dogs

Fic Summary: You sure are likeable, aren't you?

《Directory》

Chapter 4: An Itty-Bitty Shock

Characters: Raph, Leo, Donnie, Mikey, Kendra, Jase, Jeremy

A/N: Apologies that this chapter is so short!! I was in a hurry to get last week's out on Thursday, so I had to hurry it along. This is all the stuff I wanted to add in chapter 3, plus a little extra. I promise next week's will be longer!

If you want to be added to a taglist, just say the word! If you want to draw fanart or make anything based off of this, I would be literally honored. Please don't be shy, I will love whatever you make! If you have any questions about the fic, feel free to ask!

TW: Kidnapping, Stalking, toxic relationships, emotional manipulation

I do not condone any of the behaviors found or done in this fic. This story is purely for entertainment purposes. If you or someone you know is being treated like this, please contact the authorities.

Chapter Summary: You process your situation, and the Purple Dragons begin to look for you

Word Count: 1045

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"Home?" A pit formed in your stomach, "What do you mean?"

"I'll handle this, Raph," Donatello said, stepping between the oldest brother and you. Raph shot him an annoyed look, "I'm the oldest, I can handle it!" The two turtles squabbled amoung themselves, with Mikey gazing upon with a concerned look on his face. Just as it looked he was about to intervene, Leo suddenly pushed Donatello aside to be the one you faced, his eyes half-closed and all six of his fingers intertwined, “You see, we’ve decided that you’re our new sibling, and so we also decided to-”

“You kidnapped me?!”

Leo, and thus, the rest of the brothers, jumped at your reaction to his words, for it was the most emotion and noise you had shown and made since you had woken up. Leo grinned with a hint of nervousness, but only a hint. “‘Kidnap’ is such an ugly word, you know! We prefer the term 'surprise adoption!'" His grin spread, though you didn’t know what there was to smile about in the situation. “I want to go home. Let me go home.” A waver had entered your voice. The position you found yourself in was so overwhelming, you could barely force yourself to talk coherently, using all of your willpower to keep yourself from babbling.

Leo tilted his head to the side, slightly, his eyes half-closing again. “I thought you heard? This is your new home, silly head!” That sentence proved to be a mistake when your bottom lip started to quiver, and your eyes became slick with tears that threatened to spill down your cheeks. “And this is why we wanted to break it to them slowly, ‘Nardo. Now look at what you did.” Donatello gestured to you, the three brothers glaring at him. Leo looked offended at the negativity directed at him. “They’re fine! Just look at them!” He shot back as you started to sob in despair and fear.

"Oh, yes. They're the very image of contentedness right now," Don snarked at his older brother, his hands on his hips. "Both of you! Stop it!" Raph said, his voice raised, "Neither of you are helping!" You and the other brothers flinched at his loud voice and sharp tone, the agressiveness prompting you to cry even harder. The brothers stopped their squabbling to look concernedly at your tears, before reaching out to comfort you.

Donatello produced a box of tissues seemingly out of nowhere, which Mikey took from him and started to dry your tears. "There, there..." He cooed, "Nobody is mad at you. Everyone is just a little tense, because this is something new for all of us," He turned his head to his brothers, still wiping your face, "Right, guys?"

They all agreed with him in a hurry, some looking more unenthusiastic to do so than others. Mikey smiled, "See? Everything is alright," he unintentionally lied. Not knowing what else to do, you nodded.

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You wringed your hands together, staring at the floor from your spot on the edge of "your" bed as you wondered if you would be able to ever see the sun again. You didn't want to leave the room you woke up in just yet. Thank God a bathroom was attached. Who knows what other things waited for you out there? You had obviously never been there before, and the thought of getting lost in the underground bunker of a bunch of turtle creatures (Who had kidnapped you because they decided that you were their new sibling one day) made your throat go dry and your skin crawl.

Thuds and the sound of shouting from out in the hall snapped you from your reflections. The door suddenly burst open, with Leo nearly tripping over himself to scramble inside, the door slamming behind him. He threw himself on the bed next to you, holding out a paper plate with a slice of pizza sitting atop like a queen on her throne. "Here you go!" He cheerfully said, his hands outstretched. You took the plate gingerly, never taking your eyes off Leo. He grinned from ear to ear and flopped down on his back with his elbows supporting him from the shoulders up so he could still look at you, the back of his head leaning on one of the stuffed animals. "What's up?" He said, his grin widening to the point where it nearly reached his ears, "We got pizza to celebrate your arrival. We can't have a family dinner tonight, though. Sorry about that. The others are busy," He really didn't look sorry at all, with his mischevious smile.

"Go on, eat it. I promise it's not poisonous or anything like that." You held the slice up to your lips, your mouth flooding with saliva at the arouma of cheese and tomato. You had to stop yourself from wolfing the entire thing down after one bite, having not eaten since the night prior. Out of your sight, Leo had an extremely smug look on his face at your hunger.

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Kendra typed away at her laptop, Jeremy and Jase doing the same with theirs on either side of her. She scrolled down to the footage of the traffuc cameras up until the afternoon before, when they had given you a ride home. She was way beyond irritated. First, the tracker she had put on you got thrown in a washing machine, and then you hadn't shown up to school that day or answered any of her texts. She only saw the missing poster on her way home from school. Kendra knew it was unlikely for you to run away, at least without telling one of them. She would get to the bottom of this.

She and the boys reviewed the traffic footage for any sign of you. They had no luck until Jase gasped. "What, Jase? What did you find?" Kendra snatched his laptop and pushed him to the side, settling it down and her lap and pushing the rewind button. Jase got up and watched it with her, Jeremy also setting aside his laptop and viewing the footage. Their eyes widened as the feed cut out late in the night, and only reappeared 10 minutes later.



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A/N: Sorry if any writing is subpar!! I really had to rush to get this out on time, because I took a three-day long break because I was so burnt out after my writer's block.

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More Than Mean 4

++Peter/Henry/001 x F!Reader++

([[Taking place directly after part3]] Peter stays true to his word, forcing you to give yourself completely to him, afterwards Peter takes another drastic measure to keep you from running)

Warnings ⚠️: 18+ DARK!! NON-CON, Smut

Language manipulation, death, Peter is his own warning. Forced relationship, kidnapping, assault ( bone breaking, choking, slapping, use of Peters powers.) Stockholm syndrome for the reader. A/N: This series is dark. Please only view if you are comfortable. I in no way condone the things written. Fiction is fiction and nothing more.

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Once again, please understand what is below before you read. I don't want anyone to feel uncomfortable if they have read the series until now and aren't interested in reading non con. There is possible triggering description and terminology. For those who wish to skip the non con portion will be in RED so you can navigate around where it is and you can skip onto the last bit of the story IF you so choose.

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Peter hummed as he nibbled down your neck, leaving deep hickies in your skin, ignoring your soft cries for him to stop. "Please" you beg, still struggling against the unnatural force holding you to the wall. He smiles into your neck at the pitiful tone in your voice as you speak to him.

"Shh" Peter whispers, leaning back up to your lips to kiss them again. This time he is met with the seering pain of your biting down on his bottom lip. The pain causes him to break his concentration, releasing you from his telekinetic grip. He curses under his breath as he tastes the blood in his mouth.

Once released from his hold, you crashed to the floor, quickly picking yourself up and attempting to get away from him before you felt yourself be suddenly lifted into the air, and smashed down onto the hardwood floor. His force even stronger now, crushing you into the wood, rendering you incapacitated.

"I am really tired of this attitude Bunny," he spits, suddenly straddling you from above. He moved one of hands up your skirt hearing your breath hitch as he firmly gripped the skin of your thigh. "Hmmm, you are so pretty, you just need to put in your place, don't you Bunny?" He asks, other hand fiddling with his shirt buttons.

"Stop" you choke, feeling his hand graze over the front of your panties. "Dont fight me Bunny" he coos into your ear as he rips the tiny fabric from your waist. "Mmm" He hums to himself as he tears your shirt off next, leaving you bare before him. He eyes your body with wonder. Different colored bruises laced your body from your time with Peter so far, a sight he couldn't help but admire.

He hears you cry out again as he unzips and removes his jeans and underwear, using his powers to help spread you upon before him as he settled himself above you. You looked petrified below him, eyes wide and pleading, tears rolling down the side of your face. "Stay very still" he mutters into your ear, stroking his hardening length against your clit. "I just want to make you mine" he moans as he slowly pushes himself into you.

A violent pain shoots up for vagina into your stomach as he slowly thrusts into you. You are sobbing, and gasping for air from the pain of being stretched out for the first time. You quickly shut your eyes, trying to take yourself away from the intense pain and taring you felt in your lower body.

Unsatisfied with this, Peter harshly slaps your face, causing your eyes to quickly fly open to see him inches from your face, quickening his thrusts into you. "You are going to look at me while I ruin you, little Bunny" he states, tightening his grip on your thigh as he pounds harder into you, causing you to wail out in pain again.

"Please stop Peter" you sob, slowly feeling the pain morphe into something else, your stomach fluttering as your pussy grips around him. "No, Bunny, not until your full" He insists, thrusts becoming irratic as he chased his orgasm. He heard a gargled moan come from you as he pushed himself as deep as he could into you, causing him to spill his hot load inside, causing you to gasp loudly.

He pulled himself out of you and admired his work, watching his cum, and a little blood drip out of you. He couldn't help the smile that spread on his face at the realization, you had been a virgin. The thought of being the first and only one to take you sent a primal groan to come from his throat.

He once again looked down at you, weak, beaten, and delirious. He picks you up and carries you down the hall to the bathroom, setting you down before turning on the tap and plugging the drain to the tub. Once a significant amount of hot water had filled the tub Peter scoops you up and sinks you into the tub with him.

He peppered your shoulders with kisses as he slowly cleaned your beaten body, wiping blood from reopened cuts on your face. "You did so well Bunny" "You are all mine, do you understand now?" He asked pulling your face sideways to meet his eyes. He looked at you darkly, a new possessiveness in his eyes. His jaw tight as he waited for your response. "Yes....yes sir" you whispered tiredly.

Peter had broken you, he could hear it in your small voice as he caressed your cheek. Unfortunately he still felt he needed to punish you for the trouble you had caused him tonight on his outing, and he had a sinister idea, one he knew wouldn't fail to keep you submissive to him.

He lifts you out of the water, wrapping a towel around you before draining the tub. He carries you to the bedroom and gently sets you on the bed. He puts some boxers on before finding you a nightgown. You watch him, to tired to move, as he slightly lifts you up to get you dressed.

He kissed your cheek before laying your head back down on the pillow. "Just one more thing Bunny" he insists, hands trailing down your leg to your ankle. You do your best to lean up, before you hear a deafening crack, followed by an intense sear of pain in your leg. You look down and scream, seeing your now broken ankle in Peters hands.

He quickly releases your foot to wrap his hands around your mouth, shushing you repeatedly. "Its ok Bunny, I know" he continues to shush you over the muffled sounds of your pained cries. "Dont worry it will heal, but now......now my little Bunny, you can not run away." "You're stuck with me, and you always will be" he coos, as you slowly fade from consciousness, mind whirling from his words.

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LUCID | NCT DREAM ‘00 LINE X READER | CH.5

LUCID DREAMS - A TYPE OF DREAM WHEREIN THE PERSON IS AWARE THAT THEY ARE CAUGHT IN A DREAM WORLD.

Summary: It was supposed to be a harmless, professional transaction. You were to tutor a group of boys, get your pay at the end of the day, and go home to your loving fiance. Kids aren’t supposed to be dangerous, right? So why, then, are you caught up in a web of madness that slowly makes you feel like you’re in a living nightmare?

NOTE:This is a yandere plot featuring NCT Dream ‘00 line which means there will be mature themes in the story as well as obsessive, toxic behavior. If you’re a minor, please refrain from interacting. If this isn’t your thing, then just scroll and skip. In no way am I condoning anything written here— this is not love, this is obsession—nor do I think that any of the people mentioned here will act any way like in this story. This is purely a work of fiction.

Genre: yandere, horror, suspense

TW: abuse, obsessive behavior, toxic relationships, suggestive scenes, stalking, possible kidnapping, mental health. Age gap–though nothing dramatic. Everyone is of legal age, drugs, slight smut for this chapter but nothing graphic, questionable consent (?) I guess? Creepy, creepy, creepy! This will be updated as the story goes along.

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4

“It is easy to go down into Hell; night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air - there's the rub, the task.”

- VIRGIL

The floor under your feet was freezing. The room you were in was dark, but it was unlike the type of pitch black that you get from the absence of light. It was more like a kind of darkness from shadows melding together to form an impenetrable blanket that no light can pierce.

Your eyes moved down your body to stare at your bare feet which are now too pale from the chill of the ground. You tried to move them, until you realized that they were bound by chains as thick as your wrists. Panic started rising from your chest like a wave and you struggled harder, but every time you moved your binds only grew tighter and tighter. They dug against your skin painfully, cutting off your blood supply, until your limbs finally lost their feeling. You were struggling. You were screaming.

"Shh...the harder you try to escape, the worse it gets…"

You froze at the voice that whispered from behind you. Your first instinct was to look around and see who was the owner of it, but something inside of you told you not to turn your head like your life depended on it. You gritted your teeth, fingers grasping on the wood of the chair you were bound on.

"What are you doing? Why won't you look at me?" It spoke again, it's tone mocking and teasing. You could feel its breath on the shell of your ear and down the length of your neck where goosebumps bloomed like night flowers. You didn't move.

"Come on darling, turn around. Just one look. Please? Don't hurt my feelings," this time the voice was deeper, lower, slower, like a glitching record that jumps here and there. You shook your head desperately.

"Look at me."

You could feel it baring its teeth against your skin. A sob escaped your lips in fear.

"I said LOOK AT ME!"

Your breath was caught in your throat as you felt hands close around your neck. It squeezed you slowly but steadily, sharp nails choking off your air supply.

"—na. Noona!"

Your eyes flew open and you sat up from your bed in panic. The first thing that registered to you were the blankets tangled around your legs and the painful heaving of your chest as you tried to desperately catch some air. Your room was still a bit dim, but it was bathed in a soft morning glow which streamed from the slightly parted curtains from the other side of the room. A shuffling sound to your left made you whip around and you were met by the sight of Renjun who was looking worried over the side of your bed. He was slightly leaning over you, as if he was just about to shake you awake.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly now as if he was scared to startle you even more. You didn't answer immediately, still trying to gather your wits.

"Is it a nightmare?"

His question finally made you snap into better focus. Nightmare… now that he mentioned that word, it's as if your dream-riddled brain clicked again.

You managed a small nod.

Renjun watched you carefully, not saying anything. You could feel the concern radiating off of him from where he was standing and you can't help but fidget more from the weight of his gaze. Softly, you cleared your throat and raised your blankets to cover your chest. That's when you realized something odd.

"How...how did you get in?"

He looked confused for a moment before glancing towards the doorway then back at you.

"What do you mean? The door was unlocked."

Now it was your turn to frown. You were pretty sure you bolted yourself inside your room yesterday before you slept just like the previous nights. It's your third and final day of staying in the manor and to be honest, you have never felt so vulnerable inside a locked room and a house made of stone.

Taeil was right and wrong at the same time. When he said that you might experience some side-effects from the fall, he forgot to emphasize how bad they could be. The first night was the easiest after you were knocked down by the sleeping pills and painkillers, but it was also the same time that the nightmares started to happen. The first few dreams were not graphic as you ebbed in and out of consciousness throughout the night, but every time you would slip into slumber they would get worse and worse. They came in fragments, some in black and white and some in full color, with images and sceneries that you couldn't make sense of. The worst of them, however, are those where you find yourself enveloped in darkness with that bodiless voice always haunting you from the shadows.

It just progressively gets worse from there. You haven't even gotten the chance to get out of your room from how tired you always are and there is not one night when you would have a peaceful sleep. This caused you to always feel weak during the morning so you would always try to compensate by napping. However, every time you would close your eyes, the dreams would just come again. Days started to meld into nights and your lack of proper rest started to blur the edges of reality and that of your nightmares.

It was a brutal, never-ending cycle.

"It's time for your medicine now…" you were stirred from your thoughts by Renjun again. For the first time, you noticed the small tray on the foot of your bed with the usual glass of water and clear crystal plate that held all your pills. You stared at it momentarily, a creeping feeling climbing up your spine as you unconsciously took note of everything you started to take when the dreams started. You wondered if you should stop and have your prescription changed, but Taeil did tell you that side-effects are normal and that you should only reconsider after two weeks.

So instead you gave a weak smile now at the other who had temporarily seated himself on a chair beside your bed. He looked so concerned still that you almost felt bad for him. Of the brothers, Renjun seemed to be the most guilty about your accident so it is either him or Jisung who would drop by your room the most.

"Thank you. I will take them in a little bit. I'm just… trying to catch my breath."

He nodded slowly.

"Do you want us to call Taeil-hyung again so he can check up on you? Do you still get headaches?"

Your hand lifted to your head then to briefly touch your cut. The wound itself has more or less stopped throbbing now, but you would admit that the headaches were still unrelenting. That's another reason why you couldn't really give up your pills. They were the only ones that could chase away the pain at the expense of the nightmares.

"Yeah… but my stitches are okay now. No need to have your doctor come, I can just make another appointment with him once I get home. You've already done so much for me," you said gratefully. You didn't notice the quick shadow that passed over the boy's face at your words as you tried to rearrange yourself better in your bed.

"Right, you are leaving tomorrow morning, right?"

You nodded with a smile.

"Yes. My boyfriend will pick me up. He actually wanted to go home today but I told him to just wait another day and finish his business conference."

"That's sweet of him," Renjun said with a smile of his own, his tone sounding just a little bit hollow. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence then, you thinking over your relief of seeing Jaehyun again while he got lost in his own thoughts.

"Oh, I just realized, I might not be able to send you off tomorrow. I have to leave for an art camp."

You looked over to him at his announcement. As their tutor, you are made aware of the boys' schedules so you are a little bit confused that you are only hearing of this now.

"An art camp?"

"Yes. It's in Busan. I'm not sure if Taeyong-hyung had the chance to tell you. We kinda applied for it late because our invitation got held up."

"I see… How long will you be there?"

Renjun looked away briefly, his cheeks flushing a bit. He is usually such a quiet person—the hardest to read among the siblings—but there is this soft side to him that shines every time any conversation about his creativity comes up. You couldn't help but smile a little bit to yourself now as you observed it on him again.

"Maybe a week… It's ah… A really exclusive invite. I'll get the chance to work with some of Korea's best artists. They're mentoring us for a few days."

The way he seemed to be so happy about it made you melt a little.

"Oh, Renjun, that sounds so nice. I'm really proud of you. You've always had the talent for it. All those paintings of yours that I saw are beautiful," you said softly, your tone proud. You weren't lying though. He really does shine the brightest during your art sessions, not only because of his technique but because each of his works seems to have a meaning behind them.

The light in his eyes changed as he gazed at you after you said those words. There was something in his expression that you couldn't quite read; like he was taken aback by what you just said on top of being flustered. That didn't last though, however, as another emotion overtook him, his expression set.

"You think they are beautiful…"

You nodded slowly.

"Yes. I did tell you that when I saw your first painting, remember? When we first met?"

He didn't answer. He simply continued looking at you as if he didn't even hear your question at all. The silence that clung in the air made you shift a little awkwardly in your bed so you decided to start the conversation again.

"How is that art piece by the way? Have you finished it?"

Renjun blinked.

"No. Not yet. I'm still working on it, but I'm almost done. It's my most important painting at the moment and I'm taking my time."

"Spoken like a true artist," you chuckled as you leaned back against the headboard. Your grogginess had receded a bit by now, but the throbbing in your head had slowly started again. You tried to distract yourself by continuing the conversation.

"When you finish it, I hope I can see it," you whispered, your eyes closing from the pain on your head. You felt the cold touch of a glass pressed against your hand followed by the mild weight of pills on your palm. You muttered a soft thank you to the boy before lifting them up to your lips, desperate to find your relief.

The corner of Renjun's lips curled ever so slightly as he watched you take them.

"It will be finished soon since I already have the inspiration for it. Don't worry, once it is done, you'll be the first one to see it, noona."

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"Babe?"

"Hmm?"

"I don't have to do it if you don't want to."

You sighed into your phone as you settled to sit on the edge of your bed. You can't lie, you are disappointed to hear about Jaehyun's news, but it's not like he wanted things to turn out this way anyway. Finding a loose thread on your borrowed dress, you tugged on it gently as you finally answered.

"I don't like it, but it's not like we have any choice. You said it's your only chance to have the contract signed?"

Jaehyun gave a frustrated breath. "Yes. The CEO is arriving in Ulsan tomorrow and we have to fly there since he isn't dropping by Seoul anymore." You could almost see him running his hand through his hair and that little frown between his brows. "The deal's pretty much closed, I just really need his physical signature."

"Mm… well, if that's the case…I guess you should go and do it," you trailed off, gazing at your window. You tried your best to sound nonchalant about it, but you could only barely cover the sound of longing in your tone. And here you thought you will finally see him again...

"I'm really sorry baby… if you want, I can just tell them to move it another time. I'm sure there's another way—"

"Hey… it's fine. It's just for another two days, right?" You cut Jaehyun off gently before he could finish. You're disappointed, sure, but you also don't want him to feel bad about it since it isn't something that he has direct control over anyway. "And besides, if you postpone it, you might miss the deal. If not that, then your trip is just going to be rescheduled and you'd leave again. I'd like it better if you can just get it over with in one go…"

Your reasoning must have made sense for him because he took his time before he spoke again. Finally, he sighed.

"How are you though? Are you feeling better?"

You stopped. You considered telling him your troubles—the lack of sleep, the nightmares, even the mild hallucinations, but decided against it at the last second. He is already guilty enough that he is extending his trip, you didn't want to add to it more. Surely you can hold on for just a little bit longer.

It's just two more days anyway. Two more days and you'll be safe and well with him again.

"Yeah… my stitches have healed already."

"I'll go call mom after this and ask them if you could stay with them for a little bit, okay?"

"What? No. It's fine, Jae. I can just go home on my own," you were quick to intercept him, slight panic on your voice. While you are close to his parents and they have been nothing but nice to you in return, you still don't want to become an inconvenience. Just the thought of you being a burden to them is making you feel hot in the cheeks, especially since you are not officially part of the family yet.

Jaehyun didn't sound like he agrees with your decision when he spoke again.

"Are you sure you can manage on your own?"

You swallowed. The idea of sleeping alone with your nightmares is already making you uneasy, but it's not like you have any other choice.

"Yes. I think I can. I'll call you for updates always, so don't worry…"

You could almost hear your boyfriend's worried thoughts from the other end of the line. It made you smile a little despite yourself.

"Hey. I'll be okay… I can hear your internal monologue from here," you said gently, to which Jaehyun answered with another sigh. He sounded resigned.

"Okay. I'll see you soon okay? I'll catch the earliest flight to Seoul from Ulsan and drive back."

"Mm. Take care. And good luck. You've been working on that deal for months, I can't believe it's actually happening now."

"Yeah… I was a little bit surprised too. It all just happened too fast. Hopefully this'll be the final time I have to take care of this."

You smiled. "I'm sure you can do it. I love you, honey."

"I love you. I'll call again tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay."

Jaehyun put his phone down with a slight frown as he heard the connection die. His gaze lingered at his screen now, which has a picture of the two of you from when he proposed, and felt his jaw tense. He doesn't know if he is just being paranoid because you are away from him at the moment—and injured—but there's this unsettling feeling that he can’t just seem to brush off ever since his trip started and he heard about your accident. He couldn't understand it as well, since he has always been more of a realist than a gut-feel type of person, but it's...there, always gnawing at his consciousness.

Before he could even truly think it over, however, a light knocking from his hotel door caught his attention. He called out to the visitor to come in after shoving his phone to his back pocket.

A boy, probably a couple of years younger than him, peered from around it before giving him a friendly smile. Jaehyun's brows raised in recognition. He knows his face from one of the conference sessions he has attended.

"Hey, man. Sorry to butt in all of a sudden, but you're Jung Jaehyun, right?"

Jaehyun nodded, causing a look of relief to spread on the other's face. He finally opened the door fully to let himself in and offered his hand.

"This is probably weird, but uh, nice to meet you. I'm the other local contractor for the art building deal you are working on."

Jaehyun's face lit up in understanding as he shook the other's hand. "You're the middle man? Nice to meet you."

The other boy nodded before sheepishly scratching his nape. "I just thought of introducing myself since we will be working together. Oh, and yeah, I'd like to apologize too for the sudden change of plans. I did try to negotiate the schedule but the big boss is pretty inflexible with his time."

Jaehyun smiled at that. "No problem. I do have to thank you, you know, for choosing our proposal."

"Ah about that. You had the best sketches so it wasn't really up to me. Anyway, congratulations. Really excited to work with you, man."

"Same here. What do I call you though? I don't think I was able to get it clearly."

The younger boy smiled.

"Minhyung. But you can just call me Mark."

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You could barely remember how you found yourself in one of the shadowy hallways of the manor. When your consciousness zeroed in again to focus, you were already standing in an unknown corridor, barefooted with nothing but your long nightgown covering you. You slowly lifted your hand to touch your cheek, wondering if you are caught up in one of your nightmares again, but the clammy skin under your fingertips felt all too real to be merely inside your head.

This wasn't the first time this has happened. Other than the horrid dreams, you've had these moments when you couldn't remember things, conversations, and even moments. You would have gaps in your memories and often you would find yourself questioning whether something really happened in reality or not. At its worst, you would imagine shadows moving at the periphery of your vision or bodiless voices laughing in your ear.

Did you lock your room?

Did you talk to Jaehyun already?

Did you take the pills?

Are you going mad?

You turned your head to the side as the sound of a door creaking caught your attention. Your eyes landed on the sight of Jaemin then as he emerged from one of the rooms. He looked mildly confused for a moment, simply watching you, when a realization struck him. Slowly, he smiled.

You watched as he silently approached you, like a predator stalking his prey.

"Why are you here, noona?" He asked softly as if he was afraid to wake you up. You simply shook your head and looked back at the length of the hallway.

"I don't know…"

"Oh my. You must have been sleep walking."

You turned to him, your expression confused.

"Sleep walking?"

"Mm. Our doctor said it might be an after effect from your medicines and hitting your head. You don't remember?"

"No…" you can't be sure anymore if Taeil said that, but you remember him warning you about the hallucinations. Maybe this is part of it?

You were still trying to rack your memories and make sense of things when you felt a gentle hand wrap around your wrist. Looking down, you saw Jaemin holding you, his grip secure.

"Let's go. You can hangout with us first. You haven't really gotten out of your room since you decided to stay."

The rational part of you wanted to say no and pull back, but you honestly still feel a little too weak to do anything other than let him to pull you towards the room where he came from. And so you silently followed him inside of it, your gaze being met first by a grand piano as you passed through its doors.

You've been here before. The music room.

"Oh, noona decided to visit us today?" A light voice sounded off to your right and you saw Haechan sitting on the long velvet couch just beyond the piano. Across from him on the love seat was Jeno who simply leaned his head a little to the side before giving his own silent smile.

It was Jaemin who answered for you. He guided you to where his brothers are, sitting you just between the two. He held you like you were some glass on the verge of breaking.

"She was sleep walking. I found her in the corridor. She must be having a hard time sleeping again."

"Is that true? Nightmares?" Jeno asked and you couldn't help but notice the edges of his earlier injury peeking from his shirt with its top buttons loose. It looked so ghastly in the low light of the room.

"Where's Renjun?" You asked, instead of answering his question. You felt Jaemin let go of you then as he silently went behind the grand piano. Soft notes started flowing in the room as his fingers played a soft, lilting tune.

"Renjun left a day ago. You don't remember? For his art camp," Haechan answered with a slight giggle. You frowned. That was yesterday? You couldn't even remember what day it is anymore.

"What day… I should have gone home," you mumbled more to yourself than to anyone else. You barely noticed Haechan and Jeno exchange glances as if they were amused by what you just said.

"What are you talking about, noona? We agreed for you to stay here until your boyfriend arrives," Haechan said patiently as if he was talking to a child. You looked up confused. You couldn't remember having that conversation with them even as you tried to sift through your memories now. Across from you, Jaemin's playing started picking up in tempo, the tune still lilting but the notes moving up and down in fluctuating staccatos. Your head throbbed from it.

"I-I don't… I don't remember…"

Jeno leaned over from his seat to move a little closer to you, resting his elbows on his knees as he did. His eyes burned on you and for a quick second you thought you slipped into a nightmare again. "We talked about it. You wanted to come home but Taeyong-hyung said that it would be best if you would stay here. You can't be left alone. We reported your side-effects to our doctor and he agreed."

Your gaze moved to his collarbone as he spoke and stopped at the tip of his wound. Slowly, your eyes widened as you watched it start to move and curl before turning into a slithering snake that wrapped around his neck.

"J-Jeno…" You tried to warn him about it, but you were starting to go dizzy. Jaemin's music started to distort, the high notes beating against your skull. You closed your eyes and pressed your hand on your temple.

"She's having hallucinations again," you barely heard Haechan speak from somewhere near you. A soft touch of fingers ran through your hair, moving stray locks behind your ear. "Shh… it's fine. You're getting better, you see? From the medicine."

"Make the music stop," you whimpered now as the haunting tunes from the piano made the pain on your head worse. You felt on the verge of blacking out again.

"See? That's why you should stay. You can't be left alone on your own," Jeno whispered, sounding close to you than ever. You doubled down on your seat from the pain, clutching your head between your hands.

"Stop it. It hurts."

The thundering sound beating your ears mixed with the pain in your head finally got the best of you and you collapsed, darkness swallowing you whole once more. The last thing you could remember was a pair of strong arms catching you and a honey voice cooing above your head.

"Let's get you to bed again, shall we?"

*********

"Fancy room you have here."

Mark looked up from his phone at the unexpected voice that welcomed him the moment he unlocked to door of his hotel suite. Brown eyes easily spotted the lithe form of the boy standing in front of the overlooking glass window clad in a simple pair of black tracksuit.

He smiled. He strode over towards the bed and threw himself on it with a sigh.

"Pretty neat, right? Pity I'll leave this all behind tomorrow. How was your trip here?"

The other gave a casual shrug and turned to look at the twinkling nightscape beyond. He might prefer the seclusion of the manor, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to appreciate a good city view.

"Boring. I wish I was there. I hate that the others are getting the most out of it," he said softly. Anyone who could hear him now might feel comforted by the gentleness of his tone, but those closest to him would never miss the dark undercurrent that always seems to be there every time he speaks. Mark smirked and propped his head up on his arms.

"You guys having fun there?"

His brother didn't answer at first. Finally, he turned to him, eyes resting on the eldest of their brood.

"We wish you're there with us."

"I know, dude. But I gotta do this, you know, keep the businesses alive. And besides, I'm okay just supporting you guys."

The younger boy smiled then. With one last look at the night view behind him, he finally turned to leave.

"I'll go ahead. Take care on your trip."

"You too. Oh, and the parking lot's on basement three. You can just use the private elevator to go there. Enjoy your camp."

Renjun threw one last glance at his brother before disappearing from the doorway. He smiled, the simple gesture loaded with meaning.

"Thank you, hyung. For everything as always."

Mark's eyes glimmered with understanding and he gave a nod.

"Anything for my brothers."

*********

Renjun moved gracefully in the dark as he traversed his way across the expansive parking floor. Clad in black and with his sneakers silently padding against the cement, it would be easy to miss his moving form in the darkened area unless someone takes a second look. He took his time slowly now as he checked each car there, careful to keep on spots that are not captured by cameras.

Now, Haechan might tease him a lot about his height and frame, but in moments like this, no one can deny just how much his lithe build can be an advantage. Renjun loves the way he can easily meld in the shadows because it makes it so easy for him to do the things he likes in peace.

Like watching, for example.

As an artist, it comes natural for him to be a silent observer. He could observe something for hours, and many a time this particular hobby of his has given him many artistic inspirations. He loves watching beautiful things that could spark life in him…

Like you.

Oh yes, he could watch you for hours and never get tired of it. He had tried doing it many times already in the past few days, where he would find himself seated beside your bed in the darkness, his eyes drinking in the way you would toss and turn in your sleep every time you were having a particularly bad dream. He loves the expressions you make when you're afraid, your lips parting as if you wanted to scream. His favorite, however, is when your features would relax again after every nightmare, thinking you are finally safe when you really weren't.

No, safety has never been more far from you than ever. Nothing can shield you anymore. Not the double locks on a door… not even a soon-to-be husband.

Renjun silently stopped now in front of a familiar-looking car at the far end of the lot. There's no mistaking that it is the one he was looking for. He has memorized every feature of it—including the slight chip on one of the headlights—in the many times you've parked it in front of the manor.

He really hated to be away from you, but things needed to be done. A little sacrifice on his part, which he doesn’t mind doing, wouldn’t hurt in the long run. He dug one of his hands now in the pocket of his track pants and deftly pulled a small metal clipper which shone dully in the low light of the lot. With ease, he then ducked into the car to get to work, blending perfectly with the shadows.

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Your eyes opened and was met by the shadowy ceiling of an unfamiliar room. You couldn't figure out where you are, your mind only half-working as it tried to focus on things. Still, there was an awareness in you before you even fully gathered your surroundings and you felt your throat start to close up again in panic as the realization set in.

Another dream. You’re trapped in another nightmare.

A soft moan startled you into better focus. You tried to look around for the source of it but couldn't see anything beyond your limited view of where you are currently lying. It was not until you heard it again when a startling realization hit you.

It was coming from your own lips.

As if suddenly roused from a deep sleep, you became aware of a fire burning in the pit of your stomach. It was a tightening you were all too familiar with and you closed your eyes to feel the building pressure even better. A soft shuffling from above you made you open your eyes and you were met by the face of Jaehyun looking down on you with gentle eyes. You smiled as you reached out to tangle your hands with his hair.

"Jae…"

"I love you, baby."

You could feel his lips on your neck now, his teeth gently grazing your sensitive spot there. The pressure inside you was continuing to build, slowly overwhelming your senses. Blunt nails moved down his back and you parted your lips again, saying his name over and over like a prayer.

"Look at me."

You were so close to it, that release that your body desperately needs, but you tried to open your eyes anyway like he wanted. You were on the verge of completion, dancing on its edge when your eyes met his—

And you froze.

Jeno looked back at you with hooded eyes, his gaze pinning you down. Your heart stopped and your hand flew with the intent to push him off, but instead your body moved on its own to pull him closer instead. A sigh left your lips as you felt him bury his face into the crook of your neck again his lips grazing on the same spot Jaehyun did. Instead of gentleness, however, your skin was only met by teeth and bruises.

Stop. Don't stop. Please.

"Go on. Don't be shy," it was Haechan's soft, lilting voice that whispered against the shell of your ear now. He turned his head to kiss you on the cheek but it was Jaemin's smile that you felt hovering over your skin. You tried to move away, but Renjun's firm hold kept you in place, the same way his fingers wove on yours on the first day you met.

You were on the verge of breaking apart. You desperately tried to hold it back, but it felt like your body had formed a mind of its own. The pressure inside of you finally snapped and you arched your back as soft sounds of pleasure escaped from your parted lips.

You suddenly bolted from your bed now, chest heaving as you broke free from your dream. In a split second you were throwing your covers back to make a run for the bathroom, only barely catching the door before your stomach turned. Bending over the sink, your hurled out the little bit you have on it, your chest heaving painfully. Your throat burned, tears pricking your eyes as you gagged and choked.

How could you? How could you even have that kind of dream? Guilt overcame your whole being as you continued to hurl, the feelings of disgust over what you just did taking over your consciousness.

How could you act like you want it?

You didn't know how long you stayed there. The next time you felt consciousness pierce you again, a trilling sound was coming from inside your room. Weakly, you pushed yourself up from the floor, hands grasping the sides of the sink. You stared at the hollowed eyes that looked back at you from the mirror before opening the tap to at least wash your mouth a bit.

Most of all, how could you even feel good from it?

You felt your knees finally give way from under you and you sobbed as you sank to the bathroom door.

> "Hey, babe. Just landed from Ulsan. Won't call you anymore since you might be sleeping. I'm going to the hotel now to pick up the car."

You were still shaky when you walked back into your room. By now the ringing sounds have stopped, but you frowned a little bit at the number of missed calls you had from an unknown number when you picked up your phone. Swiping it open, you quickly browsed your messages, all of them from Jaehyun.

> "I'm here. Will just pack up the last of my things then I'm driving back."

> "I'm leaving. I'll see you in a few hours. I love you."

Your eyes have barely scanned the last message when your phone started vibrating again in your hands. The same unknown number flashed on your screen and you quickly swiped to receive the call.

"Hello?"

"Hello, we found your number on speed dial from Mr. Jung's phone. May we know your connection to him?"

A chilling fear started to creep up from your spine at the sound of urgency on the female voice. Your heartbeat picked up, drumming against your chest painfully.

"I'm—I'm his fiancee. Who is this? Is there something wrong?"

The woman from the other end of the line stopped momentarily. When she spoke again, you felt the blood in your veins froze. For a slip of a second, you wondered if you were trapped in a nightmare again.

"Your boyfriend got into an accident, Ma'm. You have to come as soon as possible."

The force of your knees hitting the rug-covered floor told you this is very much real.

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A/N: Fifth chapter in! Again, thank you so much for those who’ve supported this story so far!  P.S. I’m sending finger hearts to those who thought Renjun was the tamest brother lmao

Edit: I don't know what is wrong with Tumblr's code but some of the paragraphs here keep jumping in weird places no matter how many times I edit. So if something doesn't make sense in the writing, it is probably because of that. I also removed the tags here since I think that’s what’s messing up the coding. 😭

CHAPTER 6

[jaeminscoffee]

Hide and seek | J. Jh

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst

Warning(s): Dubcon, yandere themes, possessiveness, knife play, reader endures all forms of physical abuse, heavy use of the words princess and doll, implied kidnapping/drug usage/pregnancy, lmk if i missed any

type; drabble : 1.01k

A/n: this drabble is a pure work of fiction and does not reflect on the characters' real life personalities. I do not condone to any of the behaviour portrayed in this story neither do i think it's something to lust over in real life. These sort of themes are hot just to read in fictions so they should be kept as fiction itself and never implemented in real life.

You suppress another set of sobs threatening to erupt from your throat as your 'lover' rammed into you for the nth time that night. 

As pleasurable as it might have seemed in another scenario, here all you could feel was pain. 

Open wounds painted your skin. Brown, purple, red scars adorned the tissue as though to colour the artwork made by him. Your insides hurt from the constant tossing and throwing you went through. 

Your abdomen begged to get some sort of soft touch from all the rough whips, kicks, slashes and hits it endured. Your bottom hurts even worse. Having more open wounds than you'd like to think you had. Your body had turned into this pitiful canvas that craved for some sort of rest, love, and alas, some human touch. 

"you know i hate hurting you, doll. You just look so ethereal with my marks on you, I can't help myself" Jaehyun mused. You knew better than to speak up. At the same time you knew better than to stay completely quiet; you let a whimper escape you, earning a groan from the lad behind you. 

"you're enjoying this, right babe? You love this as much as i do, correct? Tell me our feeling's mutual" He growled, his hands finding home atop your ass, fingers applying pressure into the open words that decorated the skin, opening them enough for the crimson liquid to surge out, enough for your cries to finally let loose. 

That seemed to add onto Jaehyun's pleasure all the more, him applying even more pressure due to your ignorance posed to his question. 

"Don't you love this, princess?" he asked, a little more craze added to his tone to make it evident that he wants an answer.

"Y-ye-.. Yes, Jae.." you breathe out nimbly, not having it in you to form a sentence, let alone a word due to exhaustion and the weakness that came with whatever drink he'd offered you that morning. Or the drink he'd offered after breakfast. No, maybe it was the one before lunch. You don't remember. 

All you remember was finally building up the courage to run away from Jaehyun for the first time since he'd brought you to this unknown location. Only for that courage to falter the moment Jaehyun's sing-song voice called out to you from one corner of the house, summoning you and inevitably, getting you into the situation you're in right now. 

It's unknown how Jaehyun found out about your motives. Maybe it was the fact that you'd avoided drinking the liquid he'd usually force down your throat. Maybe it was because you were acting normal. Maybe it's because you failed to showcase that you were lethargic from the drinks. Or it could be the fact that he somehow managed to hear the lowest of rattle produced by the chains on the door that kept the two of you shut, secluded from the monstrous world out there as he'd coin. 

"Atta girl.. I know you love this," His voice dropped ridiculously low, picking up pace once again only moments before he'd reached his high, forcibly pulling you into yours too. 

Nothing about the high had you feeling the slightest of bliss. If anything, you felt destroyed. Weak. Broken, which; you were sure you were after all the hits you've endured. All the cuffs that's pulled on your wrists. All the bats that've made contact with your body. Worst of all, all the kicks and punches Jaehyun had given you. 

Disgusted, knowing how his essence had coated your inside, mixing with yours which you were sure would produce an innocent being which you'd inevitably grow to hate because that thing came from the monster behind you, who'd pulled up his pants and was buckling his belt. 

His fingers found suite inside of you once he was half dressed, earning a blood curdling scream from you and the intense burn the south of your body produced, 

"Just like that baby, scream for me. Scream while I secure myself in you."

"Think of it, our child would look absolutely stunning, don't you think?" he groans at the idea as you thrash around, wanting to be as far as you can from him. This only upset him. Why didn't you want his child? 

And just like that, it all comes to a stop. 

"It's no fun if you just stay quiet and weep around.." he mumbled out loud enough for you to hear, bile collecting itself at your throat as you wonder what other sick idea he'd want to act out in this small span of time. Your muscles cried, cried and cried for all it could. Wanting nothing more than to rest, rest forever even. 

"I know!" 

You jump as Jaehyun suddenly gets up and stands at the foot of the bed, pulling you harshly by the arms before discarding your being onto the floor, "Hide and Seek! Yes, we'll play hide and seek!" he exclaims excitedly.

"If I find you, then well, I fill you up until I'm sure you bear my child. If you manage to hide from me, then I'll let you go, " That made your ears perk, he'll let you go? 

"Y-you will..?" you ask softly, not wanting to pull at any of his strings, failing to look him in the eyes. Jaehyun crouches down to be eye level with you, his hands pursue you to look at him, "If you win, well yes." his grip tightens, 

"Now let's start the game, shall we?-" he gets up, brushing away invisible lint from his pants that hung loosely around his waist, 

"-you have 5 seconds to hide" Jaehyun's face contorts into a psychotic smirk as he watches your eyes widen, scrambling to get onto your feet only to fail and fall back due to the immense muscle pain, you cry out trying once again, knowing he was playing dirty. You watch as his eyebrows twitch with amusement, lips drawn into a wide smile as he leans down to look at you cower away from him, 

"Run."