#i want to kidnap them and lock them in my basement forever

[an-illegal-gay]

just started six of crows by leigh bardugo (i've alr read her shadow and bones trilogy and king of scars duology) and words cannot describe how hyped up I am for this

[ohbo-ohno]

Serial killer AU and the contrast between how Ghoap treat us and other victims. Maybe they're holding our friend group hostage in the basement, and every day we're forced to see pain and torture of our friends and then Ghost drags us upstairs by our hair and....

The softest pillows ever, Soap helds pur hands so we won't struggle as Simon tortures us with cumming over and over again. We're literally covered in blood, they are covered in blood, and Ghost is so mean with everyone( Soap laughs as our friends struggle against his axe and then covers our face with kisses because we're adorable and he wants us to cry forever((

Scaredy cat whiny wet napkin reader who constantly needs to drink because we cry our daily hydration worth, and we don't really get used to them or fall into Stockholm syndrome, we're just terrified enough to comply with them. It's my favorite dynamic tbh, not just falling in love, but mostly submitting out of fear. Ghost is so soft with us, gots us sweets and vegetables even though Soap is moody because of the lack of meat, because we can't bring ourselves to eat normally after we saw what they did to our friends

🎷🐛

i am fucking LOSING IT

you're so real for preferring scared submission over stockholm syndrome btw. stockholm syndrome can be fun but something about complying only because you're scared... it's so delicious...

also... soap wanting meat... if any of you want a cannibal ghostsoap apocalypse au go read this it's sooo good. ghost kidnaps soap and takes him back to his cannibal compound to keep him :( it's written as a love story from ghost's perspective and a horror story from soap's lol it's great

anyways more about serial killer ghoap below the cut :) listened to bilgewater by brown bird while writing this if any of y'all like gothic country music

soap torturing someone with you in the room (because he hates letting you out of his sight) and he keeps taking breaks to come comfort you and gives you kisses IM :((( wipes your tears away and gets streaks of red all over your face, wants to fuck you cause you look so pretty but his victims don't deserve to see you that vulnerable, that's just for him and simon. ties you up in the corner so you don't run, maybe locks you in a little cage (i will put petplay into everything i write like god has challenged me to it personally). gags you because you get real scream-y and tend to beg for their lives, but sometimes has to tug it out so you can throw up :( tells you to close your eyes when he does something particularly nasty, the gore and your terror in the corner nearly enough to get him off without even touching his dick

being soft with you is like their reward to themselves for torturing people so well lmfao. like, they did so good making those people's last moments agonizing and now they get to cuddle up with you <3 washes off their hands and your face, bundles you up real close to them, gets to lay in all the nice soft warmth now.

ghost is so so tender when washing you off (when he doesn't want you covered in blood - sometimes he leaves it for hours, until it flakes off and you nearly scratch it away until you bleed). he's cooing to you while brushing a soft washcloth over you face, humming a little and saying things like you were such a good girl for us. such good bait, led our toys right to us, thank you so much, doll. look so good covered in their blood, wanna paint you with it sometime. that sound nice to you? no? ok, ok, deep breaths, honey, calm down. just relax for me, you're safe. gonna be real sweet to you now, you don't have to be scared anymore.

and they are sweet. place you on a mattress covered in the softest most plush blankets you've ever seen. they set a little stuffed animal in your arms, let you curl around it and hide your face in it. they know it makes you feel better, and they're nice enough to let you hide your face from them for now :( content themselves with pulling you right up into them (making you hold the stuffed animal when they kill people, look at you all smiley and say make sure he doesn't get dirty, baby, picks it up out of a pool of blood and tsks at you all disappointed, tell you to clean him and say gentle, like we are with you whey you get too rough)

actually can't stop thinking about this au it's like a curse

[dilvuc]

❝𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘❞ DAY 13: NO REFUSAL

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: angst

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: DAY 13: NO REFUSAL

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: leona x yan!childhood friend!m!reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: kidnapping, dr*g

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞:

being a childhood friend can be rough. there's this trope where childhood friends lose the love of their life, who's in love with someone other than them and worse they get rejected by their love interest. that's exactly what happened to you.

you're leona’s childhood friend. you've been developing feelings for him and slowly becoming possessive of him as time on. there are massive red flags that leona noticed about you and it's concerning.

he always felt your eyes staring at the back of his head, making him unable to concentrate or take a nap. he could've sworn that he felt eyes watching him sleep at night.

some of his clothes were missing, too. leona spotted you sniffing his gym uniform and stuffed them in your bag. it's unsettling…

leona never thought of this before, but…he felt unsafe around you. why are you acting like this? why are you so desperate for his attention? it's quite oblivious that he knew why and he knew that you have feelings for him since childhood, but unfortunately he doesn't feel the same way as you.

you did confess on that day, only to be rejected, but strangely you accepted the rejection. leona was a little relieved that you accepted it or so he thought…

a few days later, leona noticed that you had returned to your old self years after your strange behavior, but strangely been quiet lately. you two were alone, you decide to give leona some tea since ruggie wasn't around.

“...Are you sure you're over it…? You have been quiet lately.” leona raised his eyebrows as he reached for his tea. you sighed, “Yeah. You were kinda harsh with your words…It did kinda hurt, but I'll manage…”

“I'm just being honest.” leona shrugged before taking some sip of the tea. “Listen, I like you…however…I only see you as my brother, that's all…”

“...” you secretly didn't take this well, but you managed to hide it. you're just waiting for something to happen which will happen in a moment. you forced a smile, “It really hurts, but I know I need to accept it.”

after gobbling up the whole tea, the lion beastman felt…woozy, but he kept himself up, “...It…good to hear…that you…you…”

you smiled as the male collapsed face-first on the table. you then sigh with annoyance and stand up from your seat, “Brother…? Tch! I want us to be more than just brothers and friends…Sweet dreams.”

leona wakes up to find himself in an unknown location. he tries to stand up, only to find his wrists chained up. he cursed, “What the…?”

“You're awake…” the lion beastman looked over across the room and spotted you sitting at the staircase. leona gritted his teeth, “W…what's the meaning of this, [Y]? Why am i—”

“Sorry for the liquid I've added in your tea. I just know I had to.” you mumbled before standing up from the stairs and walked over to leona.

leona roared, “Do what?! You spiked my tea, kidnapped me, and locked me up in the basement?! Just what are you on right now?!”

“Leo…” you kneeled down at leona’s level to be able to talk face-to-face with him, “Do you have any idea how pissed I was when you say that you like me as a brother? You think I want to be your brother? NO. I want us to be more than that…”

you then forcefully grabbed leona's face, forcing him to look you in the eyes, “I was unable to handle the rejection, so I decided to keep you here all for myself, so that no one can.”

“Tch! You won't keep me here for long…” leona glared. you narrowed your eyes, “You won't be able to use your magic if the chains were made to cancel magic.”

leona’s eyes widened as he tried to use his magic, but unfortunately it wouldn't work. you chuckled darkly as you stood up and headed to the door. leona shouted out to you just as you reached the door, “Hey! You can't keep me here forever, [Y]!! Don't just leave me like this! Oi! I know you can hear me!!!”

“Bye-bye…” you smirked as you slowly closed the door.

“[Y]!!!!!”

╰┈➤ author note: please note that this is a slow update. i will still accept your request, but it will take a while since i'll be working on my books on wattpad. if you wish to read those books, here's my wattpad account.

❝𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘❞

twst masterlist

[berry-loves-yandere]

Hiiii!!!

I love love love your content!

I have a pretty long request so feel free to ignore it!

Basically, it's a yandere romantic the black phone boys (Griffin is platonic and the rest are aged up to like 16-17) with a kidnapped female reader (who's 16 btw). Like it was 1964, she was 2 years old and the Grabber just kidnapped her as a test run on everything and planned on killing her almost right away. But he grows attached to her when she starts calling him dad, not knowing any better. He keeps her locked in a room upstairs and gives her lots of nice stuff. The Grabber begins kidnapping again in 1976, starting with Griffin but she finds Griffin and helps him hide in a secret room she found that was attached to her room that the Grabber is unaware of. Obviously the Grabber finds out and freaks out, he immediately thinks that Griffin escaped but everyone still seems to be looking for him, so he realizes that Griffin is hiding somewhere in the house. He gets angry with reader, because Griffin wouldn't be able to find any hiding spots without help, so the Grabber hurts her. She continues to save the victims, which causes her to get more and more hurt but after she saves Robin, the Grabber threatens that if she hides the next victim, he'll kill her. So instead, she secretly helps Finney without hiding him.

The rest is up to you! Have a great day/night!

Omfg. This is amazing. And turned out to be the longest oneshot I've ever written and it's gonna have multiple parts because this shit is long as hell. (also I'm gonna assume that Griffin isn't aged up)

(Here is your food my children, I haven't fed you guys in forever. Sorry bout that)

"𝐼'𝓂 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊!"

Yandere The Black Phone boys x kidnapped!AFAB!reader:

Warnings: kidnapping, abuse, obsessive behaviours, possessive behaviours, unhealthy mindset, manipulation, The Grabber

(Y/N) was only 2 at the time, how was she supposed to know that this man wasn't her father?

And thanks to calling him 'daddy' (Not in that way you perverted freaks) and not being scared by him, he didn't kill her and instead kept her locked upstairs.

She never knew anything besides the house she lived in.

There were thick wood planks over the windows in her room, so she didn't even know what outside looked like.

The Grabber provided her with fairytales and taught her things other kids learned at school.

He allowed her to roam around the house but never, ever, go in the basement, the basement was always off limits.

(Y/N) abided by this rule, despite how curious she was.

But there were also times when she wasn't allowed to leave her room and it could be for weeks on end but the Grabber never told her why, he just expected her to be compliant, which she was.

As years passed, (Y/N) began to mentally question these odd rules.

And decided to break one rule, after she heard Grabber go in the basement quite frequently for a couple weeks.

She had basically memorized when the Grabber was out of the house, so when he was out, curiosity got the best of her and she opened up the basement.

Inside, she saw a young boy, one that she had seen in the newspaper that she secretly looked at.

The boy saw her and was shocked.

She waved her hand, as if to say, 'follow me'.

He followed her without hesitation, not wanting to be in the dingy old basement any longer.

(Y/N) carefully lead him to her room after closing the basement door properly behind the both of them, and opened the big wooden closet sitting in her room..

She shifted something around until there was a small 'click' sound and she pulled off a wooden panel.

An adult could easily climb through the hole, so someone as small as the boy had no problems with that.

"Stay in this room. I know it's not the prettiest but you're safer here. I'll bring you some food and water or a soda every night." She told him.

"Why can't I leave? I wanna go home." He questioned.

"He'll be back soon. If he sees you outside, he'll hurt you. I don't want you to get hurt. When it's safe I'll help you leave. But be very quiet, this room isn't sound proof." (Y/N) explained.

Hearing the front door open and Samson start barking, she motioned for him to move back, then put the panel back in place and covered it up.

She grabbed a book of fairytales and began reading, pretending that she didn't break one of the main house rules.

She heard the Grabber calling out to her, so she came downstairs.

"You called Daddy?" She answered as she entered the kitchen.

"Did you go in the basement?" He questioned.

"No. Why would I do that? You told me it's all yucky." (Y/N) lied, faking confusion.

"Good. Good. Now go back to your room." He instructed.

"Okay!" She replied before going back to her room.

Once she was back in her room, she quietly panicked while trying to read her book of fairytales.

What made it worse was that she was trying to read BlueBeard, where the maidens who went into the secret chamber got killed by BlueBeard.

She took in shaking breaths, reminding herself that it was going to be fine, everything was going to be okay.

Then there was a yell of frustration and the front door opening and closing again.

"Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit." (Y/N) cussed over and over, frightened for herself and the boy she was hiding.

She took a few deep breaths while reminding herself that the Grabber probably thought the boy had escaped which meant he didn't suspect that he was in a hidden room.

But it would only be a few days before he realized that the boy was still in the house.

Since the door hadn't reopened, (Y/N) hurriedly went to her closet and opened the panel.

"You have to be super quiet for these next few days, okay? He's gonna be looking for you in the house once he realizes that you're not free. I'm gonna give you these snacks to eat since I can't give you anything else when he's looking for you. If I knock once on the panel, then you can quietly eat but if knock twice, don't make a noise." (Y/N) rambled as she handed him the snacks.

The boy nodded and grabbed the snacks before (Y/N) placed the panel back.

She covered up the panel and closed the closet right before the door was loudly opened downstairs.

(Y/N) back down on her bed, going back to reading the same sentence in BlueBeard, over and over again.

Then her bedroom door was slammed open, making (Y/N) flinch.

"(Y/N). Did you go in the basement? Or hear anything weird today?" The Grabber questioned with an eerily calm tone of voice.

"No. I told you that before, remember?" (Y/N) insisted with a shaky voice.

He clicked his tongue before turning away from (Y/N), leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

The next few days the Grabber was constantly checking the newspaper but there was nothing about Griffin's return.

And with that, the Grabber knew that Griffin was still in the house and became instantly angry with (Y/N) because there was no way griffin would find a hiding place without help.

He put on his demon mask with the frown on the bottom half and entered (Y/N)'s room as she was drawing princesses in a notebook.

He made sure the door hit the wall with the amount of force he used to open it, alerting (Y/N) that the Grabber was in her room.

He grabbed (Y/N) by her hair and dragged her off her bed.

(Y/N) yelped in pain but he paid no mind to it.

"Where the hell is he?!" The Grabber shouted.

"Who?" (Y/N) asked, causing her to receive a slap to the face.

"YOU KNOW WHO I'M TALKING ABOUT!" He shouted at her.

"I DON'T KNOW!" She yelled back, earning her another slap.

"YOU BETTER TELL ME WHERE HE IS OR ELSE YOU'RE GONNA BE IN A LOT OF PAIN!" The Grabber told her but she knew better than to tell him.

"I. don't. know." She replied through gritted teeth.

The Grabber then dragged her to the basement by her hair, ignoring her cries of pain.

Once they were in the basement, he began to kick, punch and slap her.

Her wails of pain being the only noise in the otherwise quiet house.

Once he was done taking out his frustration on her, he dragged her back to her room by her hair.

He threw her into her room then locked the door behind him when he left.

(Y/N) was shaking and dry sobbing, unable to move from the sheer torture of just being dragged up and down stairs by her hair, the punch, slaps and kicks just made it worse.

She ended up passing out from the pain.

When she woke up, the Grabber was standing near her with a tray of food.

She could only open one of her two eyes because the other was swollen shut from a harsh punch.

He saw she was awake and gently helped her sit up.

"I know it hurts but that wasn't me. I promise it wasn't." He told her as he placed the tray of food on her lap.

"and he was just a bit angry. I'm sorry. But I bandaged you up. And soon you'll be as good as new!" He said, pretending everything was fine.

(Y/N) instead just broke down and began harshly sobbing into her hands but that didn't stop the tears from landing in her food.

The Grabber tried to comfort her but the minute he laid a hand on her shoulder, her sobs grew more violent.

He decided that it was best to just walk away for the time being until she was calm again.

She kept on crying until she couldn't produce anymore tears from dehydration.

Her sobs turned into light sniffles and she began to eat her tear-soaked food, knowing that it was probably the only meal she would have that day.

She attempted to step out of bed after she finished eating but when she tried to stand up, her legs gave out from under her, crating a loud thud that alerted the Grabber.

He went upstairs to (Y/N)'s room and saw her on the ground, struggling to get up.

He carefully picked her up and placed her back on her bed as she heavily trembled.

This whole experience was terrifying but she knew she had to endure it.

Unbeknownst to her, she would have to endure it multiple times.

End of part 1

[cosmic-d1ce]

Wilbur finds out Phil gave Tallulah to Quackity <3

au where forever has kidnapped phil and quackity helped and is therefore entitled to the benefits of having philza minecraft locked in your basement

Wilbur dumps his things on the foor, taking a moment to admire his home. It had been too long since he'd seen it. Too long since he'd seen Tallulah.

He stretched, and although he wanted to lay down and sleep, he turned around to leave again. He needed to see his girl again.

And Phil, of course. Maybe Chayanne. But especially Tallulah.

He used the warp stone to get to Phil's house, announcing himself loudly. "Father, I'm home!"

"Eh... Hola?" A voice said from behind him. He didn't know who it was, but it was definitely not Phil.

Wilbur turned on his heel to face the other man. He almost jumped when he ended up face to face with a skeleton. After a moment, he realised that the man was just wearing a mask.

"Ah! Hello! Um... Do you know where Phil is? Why are you at his house?" Wilbur asked, looking around for any sign of him, or Tallulah, or Chayanne.

The masked man glanced around,"...I live here?"

"Are you Missa?"

"Yes...?"

"Oh! Oh great!" Wilbur smiles, "I've been wanting to meet you! For now though, where is my daughter, is she with you? Or does Phil have the..."

Chayanne pushed himself up over the wall sepearating the garden and the farm. He walked over to Missa and leaned against him.

"Phil... left." Missa said, stroking Chayanne's hair. "He's gone."

That made Wilbur panic. "What do you mean?"

Missa swallows and Chayanne turns his head into his papa's side. "A few days after I came back, he disappeared. Turns out he uh... He found another man and he just... Left us." Missa's voice shook, on the verge of tears.

"So where's Tallulah?" Wilbur demanded as a sort of panic he'd never felt before rose to his chest. "Who the fuck has my daughter? Where is my baby?"

"Quackity took her."

Wilbur's heart sank, deeper than ever before. He was speechless, unable to find the words he needed. What the fuck, how the fuck, there were a lot of things he could have said. None of them came out.

Chayanne tapped him on the arm, holding up a sign.

i tried to get him away

im sorry i couldnt

"No, Chayanne. Not your fault. I'm going to kill Quackity and I'm going to kill our sorry excuse for a father." Wilbur had never been this upset with Phil before. Of course, when he was a teenager he was defiant and rude but this wasn't that. He had never felt this betrayed and hurt. Not by Phil. Not by his own dad. "You did everything you could Chayanne. Thank you."

He turned on his heel and left, taking out his phone to message Quackity.

Where are you and where the fuck is my daughter

The response came quickly and Wilbur rushed to find them. He took a sword, although he never liked to fight, he felt this was necessary. They took his daughter. He would take their lives.

Wilbur finally caught sight of Quackity, gathering a basket of flowers with Tallulah.

Tallulah saw him and dropped the bundle of flowers in her arms as she ran to him. Wilbur got down on one knee, holding his arms open for Tallulah to run into. She crashed into him, little arms struggling to wrap around his middle. He held her close, wishing he had never had to leave.

"Oh Tallulah, my girl, my beautiful little star, you're okay..." He held back tears, not wanting his daughter to see him cry.

Quackity stood by patiently, a basket of assorted flowers in his hands.

It took all of Wilbur's strength to make himself push Tallulah away. He brushed her hair out of her face gently before standing to face Quackity.

"I told you that you could not have Tallulah. Not under any circumstances."

"Phil disagreed!" Quackity smiled, that stupid smile he put on whenever he got something he wanted or won a game.

"He wouldn't." If he had, Wilbur was mad, but Phil wouldn't do that. Wilbur trusted him for a reason.

Quackity pulled out a few papers from his backpack, "Read it and weep, mi amor! Read it and weep!"

Wilbur scanned over the papers.

"As Tallulah's current legal guardian, I'm putting her under... Quackity's... care..."

"Signed by the man himself! I am fully within my right to be taking care of Tallulah."

Wilbur looked at it one more time. "Well, as her actual father, I am calling bullshit and you still aren't her parent. Goodbye Quackity, I have something to do."

He grabbed Tallulah by the hand and turned to leave. He pulled out his phone again.

Where the fuck are you phil i am going to kill you

No response came. He didn't even see the message. That motherfucker. Wilbur found him on the map and beelined for him. How could he do this? The one thing Wilbur asked him not to do? The one thing Wilbur was strict about. The one thing Phil swore not to do. How could Phil look his son in the eye and promise something, only to break it the moment he was gone? For what? Some new boyfriend? A new kid? A new family? They just weren't enough for Philza?

Wilbur wiped the tears from his eyes quickly. Fuck that man.

[witheredtoashes]

Why hide this in the tags coward, say this to my face

LMAO but really!! Absolutely based

I realized the admins/federation were trying to break apart the Islanders when tubbo and aypierre were beefing over create (albeit not seriously)

Like it seemed like admins were, purposely or not, conveniently pitting people against tubbo and causing discord

Then I looked closer, and I saw it EVERYWHERE. Bad keeping secrets and hiding the fact he kidnapped a federation worker. All the secret bases far from spawn that no one else has clues about- not just a locked and secured basement like Phil had. The federation picking people off, one by one, with the happy pills. Targeting forever and taking him before anyone realized, because he didn't TALK to anyone, and then pac. Same deal.

And the main start of it all has to be taking away the eggs. That's what made them Islanders so strong, they fought together and worked together to keep the eggs safe. There was no way to beat them. Literally, once the hotel was established, the code couldn't get to the eggs at all, people just worked together too well. It was a brilliant display of how important teamwork is.

They tried with the elections, but it didn't work out how they wanted it. Since the eggs were still there.

Also THANK YOU I'm so proud of that glass cage line it's terrifyingly true.

and YOU!

The literal joy you brought me when I read this

Like YES I AM being that person that makes you scream "EXACTLY OH MY GOD"

Unfiltered joy ty, singlehandedly got me to start writing little comments in tags to make people smile

[montammil]

oh oh oh, can we have some psychological punishments as a request, then? Lawrence takes Charlottes advice close to heart and twist it in some horrible sick torture idea. For example: Lawrence tells Marshal that since he never learns no matter how much Lawrence hurts him, than maybe he should show Marshall how much punishing his son hurts Lawrence. And so instead of torturing Marshall, he brings someone else in the basement and slowly kills him in front of crying tied Marshall.

I actually wonder would it be more effective than hurting Marshall directly?

Or, if it's too much and Lawrence not that crazy, maybe simply blindfold Marshall for a few days?

This one is pretty demented... yeah, I might've gotten a little carried away... enjoy! :)

CW: Parental whumper, murder of a parent (not Lawrence), creepy comfort, possessive language, brief talk about religious themes, drugging via syringe, kidnapping, death by slitting throat

Sitting next to Lawrence, Charlotte raises a brow. "Are you okay? Did something happen with you and Marshall?" She's used to basically being Lawrence's therapist with these things, she's heard it all before. She only really inserts her opinion when he asks of it because last time she did, he snapped at her and insisted he knew what he was doing.

Lawrence slouches further in the couch. "Marshall... nothing will work on him. I've tried gently scolding him, to more corporal punishment, but all it does is make him even angrier at me." He sighs tiredly. "I just want him to love me."

Charlotte hums in acknowledgement. When he vents to her about these things, she doesn't know exactly what to say without giving her own input.

"What do you think will work?"

"Are... you asking for my opinion?"

"I'm desperate."

"Well..." She trails off in thought. "What's the biggest psychological punishments you've given him?"

"Locking him in the basement for a few days I think is the farthest I went. What did you have in mind?"

"Hmm..." She looks down at the table. "Maybe you could get creative with it. Have you ever used his loved ones against him? You mentioned how he brings them up sometimes. Who does he bring up the most?"

Lawrence's lips curve into a smile. "Are you suggesting I kill one of them?"

"I don't know if that's something you'd do since I know it's a little radical," Charlotte chuckles, "but I think that'd be super effective. If Marshall doesn't have anyone to return to, why would he want to go back home, right?"

"If it'd work, of course I'd do it, but what if it makes him hate me?"

"He can't hate you forever, especially if you're all he has left."

Lawrence nods. It's definitely something to consider.

...

"Marshall, please stop throwing a fit," Lawrence begs in exasperation just a few days later. "You need to leave your room. I won't allow you to just lock yourself in here. At least eat."

Anger flashes in Marshall's eyes as he turns his head to look at the older man. "Leave me alone. I hate you!"

Lawrence can't hide the hurt he feels at that. "Bud, I'm trying to help you. I'm sorry that you feel that way, but if you don't get out of bed, I'll drag you out myself. I'm not doing this to hurt you, this is me showing you how much I love you by doing this. C'mon now, get up."

"No! My real parents were better than you could ever be! Find yourself a new obsession!"

"Mention them one more time and see what happens."

"What? You mean my parents? My real parents?"

"They kicked you out!" Lawrence grabs Marshall by hem of his shirt, yanking him forward and out of bed. "They hate you! They will never love you, so stop fucking bringing them up!"

A sob escapes Marshall's mouth, tears falling down his cheeks. He shakes violently as he thrashes out of Lawrence's grip, now retreating to the corner of the room to curl into a ball and cry.

Lawrence covers his face with a hand. He shouldn't have done that. "Sweetie..."

"Don't call me that! Leave me alone!"

Breathing heavily, Lawrence leaves the room after saying softly, "I'm sorry, kiddo. I love you so much."

Marshall just cries harder.

As Lawrence pulls out his phone to make a certain call, he tells himself, this is for Marshall... this is for us.

...

"Here's your payment!" Lawrence tosses a wad of cash toward the man, who catches it with ease. "You're free to go now." Lawrence watches him leave, then looks at the unconscious figure with a burlap bag over his head. He rips it off and is unable to contain a grimace at how similarly this man looks to Marshall. He feels a little jealous, even.

He waits for a few minutes, knowing the drug that was given to Marshall's so-called father must be wearing off any time soon. He'd love to have a little chat with him. As much as he hates the man, if it weren't for him kicking Marshall out, maybe they wouldn't have even met.

Lawrence has already done all the research he needs to know about him. His name is George Mason Jackson, he's 57, and worked as a pastor. He apparently had quite the reputation within the community, though nobody seemed to know much about him personally.

After waiting a few minutes, Lawrence grows impatient and slaps the man. It apparently works, because George's eyes slowly open. Lawrence admires the confusion mixed with fear in his eyes.

"Good morning." Lawrence grins at him.

George blinks rapidly, soon horror swimming through his eyes. "Who are you? Wait..." His eyes go from narrowed to wide. "You're--"

"--Lawrence Cross, I know," he chuckles. "I was about to be offended if you didn't recognize me. I bet this is all some kind of fever dream for you. I don't blame you... not many people wake up in a famous actor's basement, after all."

George's eyes dart around as he tries to process everything. His breathing is heavy and labored. Finally, he settles. "W-Why am I here?"

His seemingly innocent smile turns into a much darker one. "Marshall loves you a lot, you know that?"

"Marshall! You--..." George starts fighting the chains looping around his arms. "You were the one who kidnapped him!"

Dread rises up in Lawrence's stomach at that word. "Kidnapping," the word comes out like poison, "no, I did not kidnap him. He loves me, he just needs some encouragement. That's why you're here."

George doesn't reply, still comprehending everything.

"Even if I did kidnap him, why would you care? You kicked him out. He had no money, no phone, I doubt the poor thing had any friends. I looked into his history and found some interesting things. You don't even want to hear what he's said about you on his socials. It broke my heart all the sick things you'd tell him."

"I'm sorry," George chokes out, "just please don't hurt me."

Eyes flashing dangerously, Lawrence grabs his chin to force him to look at him. "You aren't even going to ask if Marshall is okay? You are fucking pathetic." He lets his chin go and grabs a roll of duct tape and before George can protest, Lawrence slams a thick piece against his mouth. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

With that, Lawrence leaves the room to see Marshall still in the corner of the room. Lawrence sighs to himself. Did Marshall really fall asleep there?

"Marshie," Lawrence coaxes, kneeling down. "Hey, wake up. I have a surprise for you."

Marshall wakes up and groans. "I don't care."

Frowning slightly, Lawrence sits down on the floor next to him. "Are you sure, kiddo? I think you'll like it. You've been talking nonstop about this certain someone."

"What?" Marshall's attention is gained rather quickly, as the younger man lifts his head to look at Lawrence. "What person?"

"There's only one way to find out." Lawrence stands and gives him his hand. "Come."

Marshall doesn't take his hand, but still follows him. When Lawrence leads him down the basement, Marshall hesitates, but when he hears muffled yelling, he starts rushing down the stairs and pushing past Lawrence. Lawrence will never forget Marshall's reaction. The younger man's face goes pale, eyes wide and shocked. His mouth hangs open as his jaw drops.

Gasping, Marshall bolts over to the man tied to the chair and starts crying. "D-dad?"

"Do NOT call him that. He doesn't deserve that title," Lawrence is quick to snarl. "He was only worried about himself when he got here, even when I told him you're here too. Does that really scream of a loving father?"

Instead of giving a reply, Marshall ignores him, just looking at George with wide eyes. He continues gasping and sniffling, until he can finally speak again. "Dad," he whispers, "I'm so sorry. I'm--"

Lawrence pushes Marshall aside, tearing the duct tape off of George's mouth and gripping him by the hair. "Marshall, don't you dare apologize to this piece of shit. He needs to apologize to you." His electrifying blue eyes shift to the writhing older man. "Go ahead, Georgie, apologize to him."

George fights against the chains for a moment, then stares at Marshall, trying to muster the courage to say something. "I--I'm sorry, son."

Lawrence releases his hold on George's hair. "You shouldn't have the privilege to call him your son. Not after everything you've done to him."

Marshall sobs, clutching onto Lawrence's pant leg desperately. "Please, L-Lawrence, let him go. Please... don't hurt him, please!"

He looks at Marshall with pity. "He hurt you first, kiddo. Besides, this will be a valuable learning lesson for you, right? I'm going to show you how it feels in my perspective every time you try to leave me."

"No! Please!" Marshall shakes his head aggressively. "If you let him go, I swear I'll never try running away again! I'll call you Dad, and-- and I'll love you, whatever you want! Just please... don't do this..."

Lawrence shakes his head. "You already made those promises before. I know they're lies." He reaches forward to abruptly grab Marshall, ignoring how George shouts and curses at Lawrence. Lawrence shoves Marshall into the wall and starts tying his legs and arms together with rope. "Don't fight it, kiddo, I'd hate to give you rope burn."

"Stop!" Marshall tries kicking and punching the air, but it's no use, Lawrence easily overpowers him. "Please, Lawrence!" He struggles to get free, but it's useless. "I'm begging you! Don't do this! I love you!"

"Sure you do." Lawrence finishes and stands. "I'm doing this for you, okay? Everything I do is for you."

Marshall tries squirming out of the rope, tries pulling his small wrists out, but Lawrence has it extra tight, so tight he feels like his blood circulation is ready to cut off. He strains to talk, but can barely get a word out. "L-Lawrence... please..."

"Marshall, I love you so much. This is for us. For both of us." He kisses the top of Marshall's head, ignoring the pain when Marshall headbutts him. He strides back over to George, who looks both angry and terrified, his screams having stopped, replaced by his mouth gaping in horror.

George resumes screaming when Lawrence grabs a knife.

"No!" Marshall shouts, struggling to try to get loose again.

Lawrence smirks, then takes a deep breath to calm himself. He traces the knife gently along George's throat. "What are you scared of, George? You believe in an afterlife, right? Or maybe that's what you're afraid of? I don't blame you. I think if there is one, we both know where you're going."

Tears start to finally cascade down George's cheeks. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because you're an awful father and you need to be out of the picture," Lawrence states simply. "You don't deserve Marshall." With that, Lawrence drags the knife against George's carotid artery, earning the loudest earsplitting wail from Marshall.

Lawrence steps back, smiling at the sight of George gasping for air, blood spilling out of his neck. He watches him, Marshall's loud sobs not even having an effect on him, too busied with watching George die.

He normally isn't this sadistic, but to see the same man meet his end that not only abused his poor child, but was also getting in between them; it's never been so thrilling to watch someone's life fade from their eyes.

Finally, George falls silent, taking his last breath.

Lawrence wipes away some of the blood dripping from his hands, chuckling to himself. He turns his attention back on Marshall, who's now hyperventilating. He coos and rushes forward, not acknowledging how Marshall tries flinching away from him.

"It's okay, sweetie. It's over. It's finally over." He kisses Marshall's hair, rocking him back and forth while Marshall continues to scream. "Shh, shh, shh... I've got you... Dad's got you..."

Soon Marshall becomes stiff, disbelief clouding his eyes. Lawrence picks him up, and as soon as Marshall sees his real father bleeding out, slumped over in a chair, he starts screaming again.

Lawrence doesn't try silencing his screams. Instead, he lets Marshall scream until he stops again, just replaced with sobbing. Finally, Lawrence picks him up and carries him back upstairs, where he lays him down on his bed. He grabs a syringe from his pocket and Marshall starts panicking again.

"It's okay, kiddo," he says soothingly. "Just relax." He injects the needle into Marshall's wrist, and the younger man lets out another sob. He strokes his cheek softly, trying to comfort him. "I'm here. I'm gonna make it all better. I promise."

No one will ever take you away from me.

[your-blood-i-need-it]

i love my darling soooo much i want to stalk them and wait for them to leave their campus so i can drag them on a dark alleyway and kidnap them and lock them away in my basement so i can take care of them so they can solely depend on me and love only me forever

also pic i took on the campus bathroom for them <3

[defiant-firefly]

Oh yeah fun fact about those escape room games me and my mum have been playing: they make no fucking sense. Not in a 'we can't solve them' way, they're actually fairly easy (for me anyway but I think that's cause mum gets bored) but because the protagonist is a detective with stupid reasoning sometimes.

Mostly saying this because she got shot at and kidnapped (by the guy wearing the keffiyeh so like... yeah that's not helping her case here), ended up in a cabin in the woods, found this guy's camera in his backpack, and said one of the photos on it was suspicious. Two of the three photos were pretty sus. First one is of the protagonist and her friend (I think) investigating the disappearance of a woman at the petrol station from the previous chapter. It's from an angle that makes you think he was just camping out in the fucking trees to take this photo, so yeah that's a bit weird. The second is of the missing woman sitting on a bench reading a paper, taken from within the bushes. Pretty sus, right?

But it's the third one that gets logged as vital evidence. That's the one that makes the protag think there's more than one kidnapped woman here. Clearly, super important! So what was it?

A wedding photo. The culprit's wedding photo with a blond woman hugging him. She's wearing a flower crown that's part of a puzzle, but otherwise, that's it.

The protag thinks a wedding photo is more suspicious than a photo of a woman taken from within the bushes. The Arabic man can't have married a conventionally attractive woman! No villain like this has ever been married before! No no no that's just not right! She must have been kidnapped too and coerced into this! How cruel! /s obviously

Like. Come on. They could at least have made the woman look even remotely like she didn't want to be there if they were going for this. They're not even trying to be subtle about this.

The REAL fucked up thing about this man should be that to get into the attic, he has to pull down the mounted animal heads on the wall in the right order. And he had a fucking lightbulb in a draw that only opens when the guns in the rack are in the right places. And he didn't notice the distinct lack of boards over tha attic window when he pulled up outside. And his number plate combined with a fishing bait catalogue is the security pin for the basement door that unlocks from the inside where the victims are.

The more fucked up guy is the fisherman who locked his car jack behind a number code box. And the protagonist for spending like an hour solving puzzles to put out an engine fire rather than get the fisherman out the fucking car before it explodes.

The culprit is actually cool btw. He has a fucking secret cave behind a waterfall as a secret spot to hang out in after he kills someone. A secret cave!!! Behind a waterfall!!! With a comfy hammock in it!!! And he's trying to kill this dumb fuck protag!!! Sure he might be a murderer but I'd forgive him if he kills this racist, judgemental idiot that has to spend forever organising the box of donuts before she can take one, and locks her office phone inside a locked draw you can only open with the key from a safe, where the code is the amount of squares on the files in the cabinets she also has to organise before she can use them.

Like damn bitch, you live like this?

I get it's an escape room puzzle game, but like. There are some things that maybe just make your characters look insane if you make them puzzles ngl

[popawritter12]

"Among more than 100"

This is a fanfic headcanons of the league of legends champions, the Spanish version is located on my Wattpad.

Welcome

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This is the start of a headcanon book of one of my favorite video games in my life, being someone like me who writes it, there will be two caveats before I continue:

-there will be mention of blood, murder, kidnapping and much exaggeration of what a couple is in reality, discretion is recommended.

-the following characters will not be included to preserve the mental stability of the creator: most vacuum champions, ziggs, fiddlesticks, Annie, zoe and milio.

All the champions mentioned here will have the same structure; There will be 7 situations or questions which go with a brief description of what your attitudes would be, how it would be before that situation, etc.. (always the same questions);

An example of this would be using a oc; Desli.

- first impressions:

Desli runs a bakery, and it's actually one of her favorite things in the world. You met her there, and in fact you were very kind to her and took out conversation.

- love:

Slowly you became desli's regular customer, she adored you for you kindness to her and the talks they had, she used to give you bread or an extra bill when you asked her.

- start of the cycle:

Lesli was more jealous of you, hated you to be with her co-workers, and in fact was quite passive-aggressive with them, which slowly started to alienate you from other women or even boys who were serving the bakery.

"Murder?"

If he finds you flirting or directly dating some woman you man, he directly plans to poison that girl you boy in any way possible.

- relationship or... Kidnapping?

In spite of the hints she sent you, The Times she told you how much she wanted to go out with you, she could end up being kidnapped if you get her mad.

- living together

She is the perfect bride practically, she always gives you things, she gives you food, she spends quality time with you, she gives you a lot of physical contact. Of course this does not include behind your back, as she threatens or is very passive-aggressive to anyone who shows a "special interest "in you.

- family or marriage.

She would definitely marry you, and have at least three children with you, and if the economy allows, many more. He always dreamed of going to the altar with you, waiting for you to finally be together forever.

-bad ending.

If she finds that you tried to escape, or even worse, that you tried to go with another girl or boy, she definitely won't have any regrets about locking you up in the basement and torturing you until you basically have... The famous Stockholm syndrome.

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It will always be the same questions or situations, just to say, to start the fanfic.

[strengthsapprentice-moved]

Yoohoo, I just started delving back into Dangerous Fellows. In order to get my brain squeezing out that creative juice I read what other people think characters would be like in scenarios or with a certain character trait (yandere is the trait.) If I may ask, how would you say that Yan Lawrence from Dangerous fellows would treat his darling who tried to escape from him. Or would he even keep them captive in the first place? I mean, we are talking about a apocalyptic world and he does perform extreme acts when it come to the player. Do you think he would punish his darling, if so what would he do to them?

Yan Lawrence 🥺🥺 So!! We actually get a good idea of this in the second memory you get with his route, so if you don't really want spoilers for that, I would reccomend playing it for yourself on the game (or if you want to know what I'm talking about, this video is the second memory without leaping through hoops for tickets). In this, I'll add on to what would happen afterwards because that's mostly up to MC in the game.

With that...

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CW: Yandere, kidnapping/captivity, slight zombie gore, slight mention of physical punishment

Age Rating: 13+

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Yandere!Lawrence x Reader - Escapism

They say you can't outfox a fox, which can't be more true with Lawrence. He's the sneakiest yandere there could be- hell, his route already paints him as a clear yandere, so taking that times 10 means Y/N is going to struggle with escaping the school's basement he's held you hostage in.

However, your smarts and kindness got you stuck with his obsession in the first place. With how careful you approach him, how trusting you have to get him... You notice how he fails to close the door to the outside immediately.

Perfect

One night, Lawrence returns from a medicine run. A large pack is slung over his shoulder with Ethan's bat in his free hand slows him down to a half drag half walk.

"Y/N! I'm really glad to see you. Can you help with this right quick?"

Under your breath, you mutter "...Sorry for this."

"Huh-?!"

You push him to the side and rush to freedom, up the stairs and towards the moonlight beaming from the cracked windows above.

"Y/N, wait!" His words fall on deaf ears, his darling already busting the front door out to freedom.

1 week later, you're fending off a hoarde of zombies, clutching to your makeshift pack as you swat them away with a sizeable stick.

It's no use, they're already inching in, slowly lugging themselves with gnashing teeth and beady eyes. Sharpened nails tear at the air above you like the hungry fangs of snakes.

This is it. You close your eyes and accept what's going to come.

WHACK!

Inky dark red liquid spatters on the alleyway wall, the one zombie hit tumbling on the others in a stooge like manner. Repeated hits to their bodies pulverize the undead into harmless bags of rotten flesh. With one eye opened, you finally assess the damage.

Minor cuts and bruises litter your body, with a total count of 6 zombified corpses under the boots of an enraged Lawrence.

His eyes are narrowed yet reflect the sunlight, the brown reflecting an almost amber shine.

"There you are! Y/N, I thought I lost you forever!"

Lawrence quickly scoops you into a tight embrace. You'd have thought he'd be a lot more angry, but the new wet spots on your shoulder and trembling sobs coming from what was just a cold hearted killer hinted otherwise.

"Do you know what I would have done without you? How far I searched to see you again? Y/N, you could have been badly hurt! This is why you need me to protect you, darling..."

Once back at the school basement, he locks you right back in. The first (and only) escape was enough to have him watch you like a hawk for the next few weeks. After all, the rations would last up to a few months without any action. New locks and measures decorate the room, adding a rather distasteful rat cage aesthetic.

He'll never trust you the same, but slowly you can regain some semblance of faith from him with excessive love, affection, and passing his new tests of loyalty.

If this stunt was somehow pulled off again, he would resort to physical punishment... But for now, it's a cute little misunderstanding~

[jirolcvr]

Hi, can I request request kidnapping headcanons for CC Karl, quackity, Sapnap and Wilbur? Where they invited reader, a following minecraft streamer to film vblog at their house but it ended up to be a trap so now reader is stuck with them forever?

Yandere MCYT’s Tricking Their Darling & Kidnapping Them

(Yandere) Karl Jacobs, Quackity, Sapnap, and Wilbur Soot x GN!Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, stalking, obsessive behaviour, creepy behaviour, being tied up, suffocation, general yandere stuff.

Notes: Sorry this one took so long! But I’m hoping it was worth the wait :) Enjoyyyy, and remember to read the warnings first!

Karl Jacobs:

-Karl is one of those silent yet creepy yandere’s. He’ll stalk your social media and save every picture and video of you he finds, maybe even print some out to put in his wallet so he has a piece of you everywhere.

-His basement is covered in pictures of you, it’s his favourite place to be.

-He never thought he’d be bold enough to do something to you, but here he was.

-He had invited you to do a baking vlog with him, and after you had finished filming, he’d make you go down to the basement to look for something. You’d never be leaving that basement as long as he lived.

-When you first came over, he tried to keep his calm. But whenever he near you, his body turned to absolute mush and all he wanted to do was touch you. But he couldn’t lay his hands on you yet, so the most he could do was drool over you.

-The vlog went fine, Karl didn’t care about the outcome of the vlog. All he cared about was getting you to be his, willingly or not.

-”Hey, can you run down to the basement and get another camera cord for me? It’s down in a box with some extra cameras.” Karl said, trying his best to not seem like he was completely infatuated with you.

-You said yes with no hesitation, walking down the stairs quickly. Once you saw what was down there, you swore your heart stopped.

-Pictures of you were taped up all over the walls, even ones you didn’t recall taking. There was something else, a double bed with a chain and cuff.

-You went into fight or flight mode, choosing to try and run back up the stairs. When you turned around, Karl was standing there, a smile on his face.

-”We’re gonna be together forever!”

Quackity:

-Alex is a pretty calm yandere. Well, until he snaps.

-He can stand by and watch you be flirted with or watch you hang out with people, as long as he has a plan to make you his in the end. So, he’s more patient than the average yandere.

-Though he will have to stalk you. He has to make sure that you’re alright. One night, he saw you talking to another guy and blushing, and that’s when he sped up his plan.

-He invited you over, explaining that he wanted to film a “trolling on Facebook” video with you. You eagerly accepted.

-When you came to his door, you noticed black garbage bags covering the windows. Though, Alex was quick to notice your presence and explain that it helped with lighting. You didn’t question it at first, but the further you walked in, the weirder it got.

-It was far too clean for someone like Alex. You could smell the bleach and there was some weird white tarp covering the floors.

-Before you could question it, you felt a sharp pain in the back of your head and you were out like a light.

-When you woke up, you were tied up on the floor as you were forced to watch Alex stuffing the guy you were talking to the night before into a black garbage bag, blood spilling from his dead body’s stomach.

-”I was so nice to you, I let you talk to people. But you betrayed my trust; I had to do what had to be done.”

Sapnap:

-Sapnap is a silent but obsessive yandere; similar to Karl but maybe a bit more creepy.

-He’s silent because he’s too nervous to approach you, but he has no problem sneaking into your bedroom at night and watching you sleep.

-He’s not too shy to steal anything while he’s there either. Clothes, locks of hair, your toothbrush, anything he can get his hands on. After a few months, he has quite the collection of items.

-You and him aren’t as close as some other streamers, but you two are acquaintances. Well, little did you know, you were his prey who was soon to be caught.

-He messaged you (after an hour of overthinking the message), saying he wanted to film a video with you and a bunch of other streamers.

-You, of course, said yes. Why wouldn’t you?

-The day of the “video”, you showed up at his house to see nobody else there yet.

-You two chatted for a while, until you asked when the others were showing up. A smile appeared on his face and you suddenly had a really bad feeling.

-You were suddenly grabbed, limbs held down by his stronger hands and as much as you tried to fight back, you couldn’t overpower him.

-His hands went tightly around your neck and as your vision went dark, you heard him say something.

-”I’ve dreamt of this moment as I watched you sleep. I’ll take care of you, just let me keep you!”

Wilbur Soot:

-Wilbur is a sadistic and obsessive yandere.

-He has no problem hurting his pet (you) or anyone else to get what he wants.

-It’s pretty clear to you that he’s a yandere. He’s very threatening to anyone who talks to you and will even threaten you if you try and question him.

-But he also had a soft side, comforting you whenever someone made you upset, and later going to tell them off about it. His personality changes honestly gave you whiplash.

-So when you began to avoid him; that was your first and last mistake you would make.

-When he quickly realised you were avoiding him, his plan went into motion.

-In the middle of the night, he came to your house while you were sleeping. He already had copies of your keys, so he could get in without breaking the door.

-Wilbur came into your room and felt red hot rage. How dare you avoid him?! He grabbed one of your pillows and shoved it over your face, feeling you begin to thrash around. When you stopped moving, but were still breathing, he lifted the pillow and lifted you bridal style out of bed.

-As mad as he was at you, he couldn’t kill you. Though a punishment would be administered the moment you were conscious.

-”We’re going home, darling. You should’ve come with me a long time ago. Such a shame.”

[slasher-male-wife]

New life: Thomas Hewitt x gn reader

This is kinda based on another post I saw before but I don’t have their @. Anyway I can’t get Tommy boy off my mind rn so I thought why not do something for him. This is gonna take place in the late 60′s like in the move. I hope y’all enjoy. Also this is gonna be super long because I just wanted to keep this going and honestly I might make this a full on fic if it gets popular enough. Part two here 

Warnings: Violence, torment, blood, strong language 

You just wanted to go start a new life. Away from your toxic ex and shitty friends. Away from the shitty town you lived in. But you had to get in that car crash and the sheriff had to take you back to his house. Now you’re tied to a chair at a dining table with a woman cleaning your face with a wet rag. Tears are falling and you’re pleading for her to help you. “We gotta make you look nice for my boy. He’s gonna really like you. We needed to get him a pretty partner.” She says, putting the rag back in the bowl she had with her. 

“Please just help me. I won’t tell anyone please. I promise I won’t tell anyone.” 

“Don’t lose that pretty voice of yours now. Tommy’s gonna be here soon.” You keep crying, tugging at the ropes binding you to the chair. Cuts and bruises ache and sting all over your body. You can feel blood soaking your jeans and your shirt. You’re terrified of who Thomas is gonna be. You’ve seen the way the house looks, how the sheriff acted, you’re gonna die here. After waiting a few more agonizing minutes the woman calls out for someone. “Tommy come up here! I’ve got someone you’ll wanna meet!” You hear heavy footsteps coming up from the basement and soon enough walks in a large man with a leather mask on the bottom half of his face. You’re frozen in fear while you look at him. He pulls up a chair and sits by you. Your breathing is fast and you keep your eyes on his hands, still struggling to break free. His clothes are dirty and bloody. You can only imagine what he’s been doing. You can feel yourself start to slip into a panic attack. Your lungs get hard to fill and you’re practically screaming trying to get air. Thomas just sits there, he must find this normal. How often does this family kidnap people? After a few minutes of you trying to calm your breathing Thomas kinda catches onto whats going on. He unties one of your hands and holds it firm on his chest, making you feel his chest rise and fall with air. After a few minutes of this you do calm down, unfortunately he ties your hand back down and it’s time for dinner. The sheriff and another man join at the table with the woman. The sheriff says grace and you focus on the bowl of food in front of you. There’s light talk and you can hear the sheriff comment about you. 

“Do we really need them? Tommy’s fine on his own.” 

“Well Hoyt the boy does need someone with him. He can’t be alone forever.” Said boy is still next to you, eating. You tense even more when you see his hand move to your bowl. He takes a spoonful and brings it to your mouth. You shut it and turn your head away. He moves the spoon to you but you move your head again. This goes on for a bit until the woman speaks again. “Tommy go bring them up to your room. They’re yours now.” 

“What? No, no you have to let me leave!” You shout. Thomas unties you and picks you up bridal style and carries you up the stairs. You’re fighting against him and screaming. Although he’s holding you tight, there’s something gentle to him. He opens a door upstairs and puts you on his bed. He locks the door and looks down at you. You look up at him now, he hasn’t said a single word to you yet. “Are you gonna hurt me?” You ask him. He shakes his head. Now you can really feel how sore your body is. You groan feel tears start to form again. “Your name is Thomas right?” He nods again. “I’m Y/N. This is your room right?” He nods again. “Ok well um it’s nice to meet you Thomas. I um like your mask.” He picks you up under your arms and sits you further on the bed. He moves to where you were and now you can see eye to eye. ‘His eyes are a lovely dark brown, it reminds you of a stuffed toy you had as a kid. “Does your family kill people Tommy?” He nods. You take a shaky breath and pick at your nails. “Why do you kill people?” He makes an eating like motion and you feel your stomach drop. “Oh um that’s interesting. You’re not gonna kill me right?” He nods. “Ok then. As long as you keep me safe I won’t try to run.” You feel exausted  after today. You lift up your shirt and see all of the cuts and bruises you have, your shirt filthy and blood soaked, just like your pants. 

“I’d hate to ask you this Tommy but I need new clothes.” He nods and walks over to a dresser in his room. He grabs a shirt and hands it to you. It’s way to big but it’s better than the one you have now. You stand up and turn around. You take off your shirt and put on the new one. It hangs off of your body and you turn back around. You take off your boot and really feel how bad your feet ache. “Tommy do you think you have any pants that could fit me?” You ask. He thinks for a minute then nods. He opens another drawer in the dresser and pulls out some jeans. There’s dried blood on them and you sharply inhale. You take them from him and look at them. “Are these from someone else?” He nods and you sigh. You turn around again and put them on. They’re a bit baggy but it doesn’t matter. Turning back to him you notice he’s looking at the ground. “Tommy?” He looks back up at you. He seems softer now somehow. He hasn’t hurt you yet. Maybe if you just behave he’ll let you go. “Where should I sleep?” He points to the bed. “But where will you sleep?” He keeps his point on the bed. “Oh, um ok then. Just don’t touch me.” You climb into his bed and as soon as your head hits the pillows you’re out. Wondering what this new life with this family holds. 

[yanderedreaming]

Which HxH characters do you think would resort to kidnapping, and how quickly?

This is entirely based on my own opinion and the opinions of others may vary.

Fastest (in no particular order)

1. Illumi; Once you catch his eye and he tells you he wants you to be in his life, that’s when its all over for you. If Illumi has any sort of attraction towards you, and sees you as being fit enough to be his spouse, he will kidnap you right away. Illumi would be very clear about his intentions and won’t shy away from kidnapping you once he’s made up his mind about how he feels about you. I see him doing this by either implanting a needle (similar to the one he implanted in Killua) to make you come to him, or just outright knocking you out and taking you with him.

2. Kurapika; Given the situation with the Phantom Troupe and how his power shortens his life, Kurapika would kidnap you fairly quickly. He knows being associated with him puts you in danger and that he doesn’t have too long to live, so he will want to make the best of the rest of his life and keep you close to him, in a secure and private location. I see him using a fairly strategic way of luring you in, maybe asking you to meet up with him somewhere and just locking you there.

3. Phinks; I get the feeling that Phinks would want a normal relationship and he would try his best to get a feel or normalcy however, he’s extremely possessive and hot headed. The normalcy won’t last long and he will lay down his rules when he starts getting jealous. You aren’t allowed to interact with anyone from the gender you’re attracted to, aren’t allowed to go anywhere without him and so on. Phinks would pursue you when he takes a liking to you and would be quick to get you to go out with him. When his jealousy starts to hit, he’ll start enforcing rules you have to follow and would basically just keep you locked up when he realises its practically impossible to keep you away from everyone.

Either/or situations:

1. Hisoka; So the thing with Hisoka is that he’s interested in a lot of people, the stronger the person/ the more potential the person has, the stronger his desire to make them his. Hisoka would either kidnap you if he sees potential in you (in this case it would be fairly quick) and put you through a lot to unlock that said potential, or he might want to wait and allow you to reach your full potential on your own. Either way he’ll always keep tabs on you, and would monitor your progress. I see him kidnapping you during a fight, knocking you down and taking you back with him because he doesn’t want to kill you, rather he enjoys the time he spent with you and wants to keep one plaything of his alive forever.

2. Feitan; He’s sort of a tricky one for me. On the one hand I think Feitan won’t hesitate to kidnap you right away. He’ll lock you in his basement, chained up most of the time and enjoy the sight of your pathetic self. If you’re fairly resilient and still don’t give up hope, he’ll just be all the more motivated to break you. On the other hand, I think Feitan might enjoy that cat and mouse game. Stalking his prey, always watching from the shadows causing you to turn into a paranoid mess. That’ll get him going and he’ll enjoy the chase as much as he’ll enjoy the end result when he’ll finally kidnap you and keep you locked up.

Would take their sweet time;

1. Shalnark: Now Shalnark is tech savy, and with his it won’t be difficult for him to always keep an eye on you. He isn’t a dangerous yandere per se, he won’t make you feel uneasy and might even be a part of your life. You won’t ever see it coming because he just looks/acts like the nicest person ever. Shalnark would be a part of your life and would potentially be fairly close to him. He’ll let you stay in your life for quite a while (if he’s in your city for a long time) but the minute he has to go, he might as well just decide to take you along and you would most likely go with him willingly not knowing the fact that you just allowed yourself to be captured by the man who has infiltrated your life.

2. Chrollo; It would take a while for Chrollo to understand how he feels about you and he himself would like to take his sweet time trying to understand those feelings. He’ll break into your house and go through your stuff when you’re not around to get a sense of your likes and dislikes and act accordingly. You won’t ever find out because he always makes sure to put the stuff back properly. You’ll start bumping into him more often than not and would basically be seeing him all the time. Chrollo’s very patient and wouldn’t need to resort to kidnapping you because his manipulation skills are top notch. If, however, you start getting close to anyone to (the gender you like) and he sees them as a threat, he might deal with them first before turning to you and finally kidnapping you. The fact that you weren’t fully under the influence of his manipulation would be the first and last warning sign before he does it. I see him breaking into your apartment one final time, and when you get back and see him there, he’ll just tell you he’s taking you with him to your new home.

[crazycookiecrumbles]

A New Beginning

A/N: I know. I did this one first. I don’t know. I’m gonna regret the lack of sleep in the morning.

Pairing: Shang-Chi x Stark!Reader

Warnings: swearing, blood, broken bones, kidnapping

Summary: Shang-Chi is busy trying to take down a cult terrorizing the Bay area, and you accidentally find yourself a part of it while trying to do your own work.

Tag: @massiveeggsthingcookie, since you expressed u wanted to read it

You were different lately, but Shang-Chi liked it. Apparently, visiting your friends and talking about your relationship with Steve proved to be good for you. He figured it was helping you move on, because you returned to San Francisco with a newfound vigor.

First, you built up a lab in your home. Your basement served a purpose for more ‘top-secret’ work, similar to what your dad had in Malibu. However, you had a new, fairly simple setup in your living room where it was just a giant workbench that brought up both your family’s and SHIELD’s favorite: holograms.

Your next project? Re-assembling the Avengers.

“I don’t know,” you mused over dinner in Katy’s house where you and Shang-Chi were doing dishes together while Katy sat on the counter and managed the both of you by saying ‘great teamwork’ every so often. “I mean. A compound here? It sounds ambitious. I mean, what would I call it, the West Coast Avengers?”

Shang-Chi snorted, “I mean, it gets the point across, doesn’t it?”

“Would that be us?” Katy asked. “Oh my god, are we the West Coast Avengers?”

“You guys need way more training and missions for that, but, sure, tentatively,” you chuckled as you dried the dish your boyfriend handed you.

You had also decided that the compound simply could not be rebuilt. The crater, the destruction left behind, the memories, it just wasn’t going to happen. You were moving on, but you weren’t moving on quite that fast. So, you decided to make that a memorial. Sure, the City had its own memorials littered all over celebrating different Avengers through graffiti, other street art, random sculptures, but you wanted this. Something commemorative, something to remember the sacrifice, something to go back to, when you could stomach it, of course.

Your priority was to rebuild a new facility in New York, but you had been toying with one on the West Coast as well. After all, you did move here, your boyfriend was here, and who knew how many other superheroes were just lurking around here.

“Do you think she’s dead?” Katy asked as she and Shang-Chi walked up the path to your front door. “I mean, she’s been super quiet. I don’t think she said anything in the group chat all day.”

“She’s just working, I hope,” he said in reply. “I mean, I texted Bucky, he said she gets like that, you know. Apparently Iron Man was the same way? Get possessed, work in the lab, be nearly unheard from for too long at a time.”

“So you’re texting The Winter Soldier now?” Katy teased. “Finally, we’ve been roasting you forever.”

Shang-Chi stopped walking, “Hold on. You have a group chat with them?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s me, Sam, Bucky, and (Y/N). We make fun of you a lot.”

“Seriously?!”

“No,” Katy laughed, then cleared her throat. “Anyway, oh, look, the front door. How convenient!”

Katy knocked on the door while Shang-Chi glared at the back of her head. A hidden camera revealed itself above the front door, followed by a voice ordering both parties to look up and state their names. They did as instructed, and the front door opened on its own. Both of them shuddered at how creepy having an AI could be sometimes, and entered your home.

Shang-Chi shut and locked the door behind him. Both of them kicked off their shoes, Katy shouting that they brought dinner as they entered the living room and saw you working. The table had two different holograms being edited in tandem. One was clearly a West Coast facility, and the other seemed to be somewhere in the mountains of New York.

Somehow, you hadn’t noticed them. You were still working, talking to your AI system, and yourself, as you worked through design plans and various possibilities. Shang-Chi shook his head and stood behind you, watching you play with the modeling of a lab facility before he leaned down and kissed the back of your neck. You jumped and laughed as he wrapped an arm around your waist from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Sorry,” you apologized. “I was on a role.”

“It’s okay,” he chuckled and held your chin to turn your head so he could kiss you on the lips. “Can you take a break? This might be the only time we’re free.”

“Right, right, that cult you guys were dealing with,” You said as you got rid of your work and dropped down on the sofa as Katy put the bags of food on the coffee table, muttering that you two were grossly cute. “How is that going?”

“A weird cult in San Francisco that’s kidnapping people and sacrificing them to a make-believe dark lord,” Katy summarized. “For some reason ,I thought our missions would be more about aliens and gods and stuff.”

“Hey, as far as you know, that dark lord is make-believe. Never know. They might not be crazy, they could be legit,” you pointed out to her before getting up to grab drinks from your kitchen. “How’s it going?”

“We keep missing the core group, “Shang-Chi sighed. “We keep catching the street guys that are kidnapping people, but we can’t seem to find the headquarters where they’re actually doing these crazy gross rituals.”

You frowned as you returned to the living room with drinks. It was obvious how stressed out and tired the two of them were. They were spending all the time they could trying to figure out the base of operations for this cult that was terrorizing the city, but they just couldn’t seem to catch a break.

“I can help, you know,” You offered as you sat down next to Katy. “I can help you guys locate them or take them out.”

“No, we have to!” Katy argued. “It’s kind of our right of passage that we solve this on our own. Like, we’ve got to be able to do shit too.”

“Plus, you’re so busy.  I don’t want to put more work on you,” Shang-Chi added. “And this is good. The Avengers need what you’re doing.”

“Yeah,” you sighed and thanked Katy quietly as she handed you a fork. “We need to be ready for the next fucking stampede of aliens to bitch slap the planet.”

“So, are we getting a West Coast Avengers?” Katy wiggled her eyebrows, “Huh? Huh? Is that happening? Is that a thing?”

“We’ll see,” you laughed. “We need more people for that. But I think I can get New York up and running again. Found a great area, tons of space, the bones are perfect.  Man, I don’t know how dad made it looks so easy.”

“Hey,” Shang-Chi caught your attention with not only his voice, but a balled up paper napkin that he threw at your face making you laugh and throw it back at him. “You’re going to do an amazing job. I trust you.”

“Thanks.”

“So can we make room requests?” Katy blurted out. “I’d like surround sound.”

“Maybe when I’m closer to that part,” You laughed. “Are you guys sure I can’t help with your cult? I feel a little useless.”

“You’ve got enough on your plate,” Shang-Chi told you. “Besides, we can handle this. I know we’re close. We’ll get them.”

You shrugged a shoulder, “Okay. You know where to find me if you need help.”

A few days had passed since you had dinner with Katy and your boyfriend. They were too busy to see you since they realized how close they were to taking down these cultists. You didn’t exactly mind, given that you were swamped in your own work as well. In fact, you were so swamped that you couldn’t really remember the last time you went outside, which was a little concerning, to be honest.

Today was your first day out, as you had met with a realtor after spotting a property you were interested in. You decided that for the West coast, you could start with a tower of some sort, just like you originally had in New York. There was one building in particular with the perfect space, just the right zoning codes, and enough room to even have a landing pad, either for Thor or for aircraft.

After going through such an extensive tour and way, way too much talking with people, you treated yourself to your favorite baked good and beverage from a local cafe. Finding a park bench, you sat down and took one bite of your delicious treat before getting a call.

“Go for the best genius ever,” you said as you answered the phone. “Ew that sounded horrible. I need better openers.”

Shang-Chi chuckled, “You’re cute, (Y/N). Where are you?”

“Outside, just got done with some boring stuff I’ll tell you about later. Realized I haven’t eaten since yesterday, so now I’m just sitting in a park. Why? Need something?”

“Yeah, actually,” he cleared his throat. “How fast can you get home, or maybe my place?”

“Are you in trouble?”

“What? Me? No —“

“Katy?”

“No —“

“Her family —“

“Babe, we’re all fine,” he said quickly. “But I think we pissed them off a little too much. We just took down their last hideout, and I found a picture of the three of us together with your face circled.”

You laughed loudly, “Are you serious? I’m jealous.”

He balked, “Are you insane?”

“Come on! That’s so old school. It’s funny! Honey, my last round was aliens and shit. I’d kill for regular old human thugs. They’re so funny — okay, human sacrifice isn’t funny, but — look, they sound cartoonish. Anyway, I’d like to see them try to take me down. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, I’m bad ass.”

“Oh, no, I know that. Trust me, I’m well aware of what you’re capable of,” he explained. “And while I do always want you to be safe and careful and never to be harmed in any way…”

“…Yes?”

“I think if they’re following you, Katy and I can follow them by using you.”

You cooed, “Look at my man! Avengering.”

“Is that an actual verb?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged and stood up, quickly scarfing down your food and grabbing your drink as you walked out of the park. “Okay. I’m closer to your house. I can head that way and you can tail me. Wow, I’m proud of you.”

He laughed and shook his head, a faint blush tickling his cheeks just hearing your kind words, “It’s not that big a deal, (Y/N). You don’t think I’m awful for using my girlfriend as bait?”

“Your girlfriend is a world-ending bad ass. Using her as bait in this scenario isn’t too bad,” you said. “Besides, I’ve got way too many bait stories. We’ve all done it. Actually, one time, Clint lost a bet, so he—“

You paused feeling vibrations coming particularly close to you. Usually, you ignored it because you were out in public and there were always people around, but you had been on a quiet street, and the vibrations felt like a fast-beating heart and rapid footsteps attempting to be quiet.

“Hey, (Y/N), did I lose you?” He asked frantically.

You pursed your lips, “Track my phone.”

As soon as you said that you felt a pinch in your neck. You muttered to yourself something completely incoherent like ‘what a nice cotton candy sky’ as the last thing you saw while falling to the ground was the clouds in the sky.

Shang-Chi quickly climbed back into the car and told Katy to start driving as he started fidgeting with his phone.

“What happened? Where am I going?”

“I don’t know—go near the park.”

“Do you know how many there are?”

“Look, I was talking to (Y/N), she told me to track her call, and then I heard her fall and mumble. It was weird. I think they got her.”

Katy raised an eyebrow, “They got the jump on her? What, was she not paying attention or?”

“She knew,” he muttered. “I think she went along with it so we could find their base. Damn it — I should not have suggested the idea of bait.”

“Your girlfriend almost wrecked Sam’s house in, like, seconds. So I think she can take care of herself,” Katy reminded him. “Do you know how to track her phone?”

“Not at all —“

“Ugh, give me,” Katy snatched the phone out of his hand and started playing with it while driving.

“Katy, eyes on the road!”

“Dude, when you can drive like I can with both hands and eyes on the road when I only need one hand, sometimes, and an occasional eye, then you can tell me how to drive,” she retorted as she fiddled with his phone. “What would you do without me, man?”

“You did it?”

“Almost, she keeps moving so it’s making it harder to find her. We’ll have a better idea when they stop, but I can get a general direction and location first,” Katy said. “Don’t worry. We’ll find her. Or she’ll find us. Either way, I’m super excited.”

“Why?”

Katy scoffed like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “We get to see an Avenger in action. This is the greatest day ever. I mean, aside from her getting kidnapped.”

His phone rang later on, and when he saw it was your picture flashing across the screen, he brought the phone to his ear faster than he thought possible, “Where is she?”

A voice laughed on the other end, “Where is your pretty, pretty girlfriend? Well, she’s a little tied up at the moment.”

He gritted his teeth, “Put her on the phone, now.”

“You don’t trust me?” He giggled and it made Shang-Chi’s skin crawl at how demented this man sounded. “Please, I’m a man of honor. She is alive and well, she’s just waiting to see you. We’re all waiting to see you, actually.”

“Then put her on the phone now!”

You woke up on your own. You took a moment to assess yourself. Your hands were duct-taped behind your back, ankles duct-taped to the legs of the chair, and now you had a crick in your neck that was going to be painfully irritating for the next few days. Your mouth was dry and your lips were cracked, but overall? You were totally fine.This was suspiciously easy!

That only meant one thing: they had no fucking idea who you were.

The thought made you smile, and you were sure you looked just as creepy as the people surrounding you, all shrouded in black cloaks with an orange stripe going down the center of each and every person, minus someone holding the phone who wore an orange cloak. He approached you slowly, a cold hand running down the side of your face and grabbing your chin forcefully before holding the phone to your ear.

“Your lover wants to know how you’re doing. I’m sure you’ll tell him we’ve treated you with the utmost respect,”

“…I take it back, this is just pathetic,” you muttered under your breath as you recalled your earlier conversation with your boyfriend. You sighed heavily, “Shang-Chi?”

“Hey,” he said quickly. “Are you all right? Are you hurt?”

“I’m so great,” You confessed. “They have no idea who I am. This is so easy. I see about eight people left, I guess that’s your doing.” Your attention shifted to the man before you, “My boyfriend took a lot of your crew out, huh? That’s why you kidnapped me? Revenge?” You mused and looked up at the man holding the phone.

He was not amused. He struck you across the face hard enough to draw blood. You smirked to yourself, ran your tongue along your bottom lip, and split blood out by his feet.

“Hey! Stop being such a smart ass for a second,” Shang-Chi said quickly. “Katy’s tracking you right now. With her driving, we can be there…five minutes tops.”

You hummed and stared up at the evil bastard before you, “I think I’ll be done by then.”

Shang-Chi sighed as he listened to Katy, “She really, really wants you to wait. She wants to see.”

“No promises.”

“Baby,” Shang-Chi said quickly. “Careful, please.”

“Oh, honey.” You chuckled, “I’m going to show you how I get things done.”

You nodded to the man who ended the phone call and tossed your phone to the ground behind him. Boredly, you leaned back and smiled, “So. Do you want me to kill all of them and leave you alive? Or do you all want to suffer in prison together?”

He laughed, followed by the rest of the cultists as they prepared for a fight, “You think your boyfriend is a match for us?”

“First of all, eight of you? Please, this is easy work for him,” You scoffed. “But it’s even easier for me.”

The building shook, causing murmurs of an earthquake. You wore a sinister smile on your face as you made the building shake more and more, beams falling down around them, one of them impaling a cultist through his leg and pinning him to the ground. You vibrated your bindings until they turned to dust around your limbs. You stood up and stretched your arms out, your right arm firing a blast that sent one man through the brick of the building and launching him outside. You raised your left hand and vibrated the knife in the cultist’s hand to the point where it disintegrated and fell through his fingertips before you blasted him back as well.

Your eyes settled on the man in the orange cloak as you wiped your hands together and cracked your fingers, “So, figure out what you wanted to do yet?”

The car came to a screeching halt when an orange-cloaked body came flying into the windshield and rolled down the hood of the car. Katy and Shang-Chi sat there with mouths wide open in shock before it clicked what they had just seen. They scrambled out of the car and checked on the man to see if he was dead.

“Out cold,” Katy remarked. It dawned on her, “Aw, dude, she didn’t wait!”

Shang-Chi turned his head, and he was so mesmerized by you. He definitely was not used to the Avenger part of you. When he caught sight of you, you were walking through rubble. The entire building had fallen down around you. He could see cultists laying around, stuck under chunks of concrete and brick, some with beams piercing their bodies and pinning them to the ground. Then there was the leader, who was groaning about broken bones as he lay on the concrete with blood pouring from his every opening where a bone was poking through.

You were completely fine, aside from a small cut on your lip and some dust on your clothes. You walked towards him and waved, a warm smile gracing your features as Shang-Chi ran up to you and stared at you in disbelief.

“You’re okay?” He asked, then shook his head. “I mean, of course you’re okay. I know you — I know you’re a total bad ass. It’s just—“

“Seeing’s a little different than just hearing about it,” You finished as you smoothed down the front of his shirt. “I’m completely fine.The perfect stress relief for all this rebuilding work.”

He snorted and wrapped his arms around you tightly, his face burying in the crook of your neck as he held you close. You smiled softly and draped your arms over his shoulders, the two of you rocking side by side as you embraced. “I know you’re an extreme badass,” he began quietly whispering in your ear, “but hearing you get taken like that — it terrified me.”

“I know,” you sighed. “And I’m sure it didn’t help that I treated it like a game, but, I mean, I knew I’d be okay. You don’t have to worry about me all the time, Shang-Chi. I can take care of myself.”

“I know,” he muttered. “but just so you know? You don’t have to do it alone now.”

“Oh?”

“Nope,” he said quietly, “And you know what?”

“What?”

“You saving yourself and taking out everyone?” He whispered,  lips tickling the shell of your ear, “Really, really hot.”

You giggled and pulled away to cup his cheek. You had intended on leaning in to kiss him, but you were interrupted by Katy clearing her throat. You glanced over his shoulder and saw her standing with one foot on the cult leader’s back, arms crossed over chest, a disgruntled look on her face.

“Really, (Y/N) couldn’t wait for us to get here before you had to be all bad ass and stuff?”

You chuckled, “I’m sorry, Katy. Tell ya what, next time, I’ll wait. Okay?”

“Yes! Thank you, sheesh! That’s all I’m asking for here.”

Shang-Chi shook his head over Katy’s antics and cupped the side of your face as he wanted to get your attention at the moment. When you turned your head he pressed his lips against yours before pulling away and kissing you on your cheek, and then bringing up your hand to kiss the top of it, “Well, now that you’ve solved my case, why don’t we go —“

“Work off that pent up adrenaline you have?” you smirked.

He blinked twice. That was not what he was going to say. He was going to say get cleaned up, order a pizza, and snuggle and watch movies.

But this? This was a great idea.

“Yup!” He nodded quickly, “Yup. That was exactly my plan. Yes, absolutely. Let’s go burn some adrenaline together. Yes.”

[hurting-fictional-people]

Whumper 4, caretaker 5 caretaker (doesn't know it's blood)

Is that ok?

Whumper 4: “Let's see what's more important to you. Your dignity, or their safety?” / Caretaker 5: “Let me help you.”

Yeah, of course that's ok :) I'm guessing that the parenthesis was supposed to go before the 'caretaker' and they don't know about the blood? well, I hope that's it because that's what I wrote haha, but if it wasn't, please feel free to send me another ask <3

Also, some content warnings because this one ended up a little intense: implied noncon (didn't mean to write it like that but the vibes are there so), noncon drugging, a very creepy and intimate whumper... there's comfort at the end though!

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Whumpee should’ve known there was something weird about Whumper. No one could smile that big and talk that kindly without wanting something in return. They just never thought it’d be this.

“Come on, now. I don’t have the whole night. What’s your choice?”

All Whumpee does is close their eyes and shake their head, too overwhelmed to force any words out of their quivering lips.

“Whumpee, it’s not a hard one,” Whumper huffs, and they can hear the annoyance in their voice but they can’t convince themself to say the words. “Do you need me to repeat it to you?”

They don’t, the sound of Whumper’s offer still echoes inside their head, loud and clear.

But Whumper takes their silence as agreement.

“Here’s your choice: you can take these pills and be the entertainment of my party tonight, or I can go snatch someone else to do it. You’ll only stay if you agree, and if you don’t, I’ll let you walk away and never see me again. It’d be a shame though, because everything is ready for you. I’ve been watching you, and oh Whumpee, you are just so… perfect. But, in case you say no, I can always go after someone else. Say… Caretaker? I’m told they are a friend of yours.”

Their heart pounds in their ears, so loud Whumpee is almost surprised Whumper can’t hear it too.

“I can go get them if you want me to. Can’t promise they’ll come out in one piece after my guests finish playing, though. Not like I can promise you. You are far too precious to be permanently damaged, you I can promise to keep somewhat safe. Caretaker on the other hand, not so much. Who knows what those troglodytes could do to them if I give them a free pass?”

Whumper’s laugh fills the basement Whumpee woke up in only minutes ago, bouncing off the walls and making Whumpee’s skin crawl. How could they trust the mysterious stranger who offered them a ride? Why hadn’t they been more careful? Now here they are, locked in a basement with someone twice their size and no hope of escape. If only they’d been more careful–

“Well?” Whumper says, drawing Whumpee’s attention back to those narrowed eyes, glinting with cruelty.

“W-what will you do to me?” Whumpee whispers through the thick layer of fear enveloping their world. “If, if I say yes… what then?”

Their smile is almost as horrid as their laughter. Whumpee shrinks against the wall, pulling their knees closer to their chest. “If you say yes my love, the pills will start working in a few minutes. I will give you a nice new outfit while the drugs do their job and then when you are barely able to walk, I’ll help you up the stairs. Everyone will be so happy to see you, Whumpee.” Their eyes burn, but no tears fall when Whumper scoots closer and touches their hair, gentle fingers brushing back sweaty locks. “And then we will have fun. You’ll barely remember it afterward, but I will remember it forever. You might be left with some sore spots but all temporary. Well, almost all temporary, won’t promise one or two marks for you to remember me later. Maybe a few scratches, some of my friends are remarkably fond of knives. But the point here is that you’ll make anything we want you to, and that’s the real fun.”

“And if I say no?”

“If you say no, I’ll go after your friend. Kidnap them, just like I did you. And when they awake, they won’t be given the choice I’m giving you since it wasn’t them I really wanted. I’ll take them upstairs, and we’ll make them hurt. Scream. Cry. Maybe I’ll record it and send it all to you so you know what fate you chose for them. Now, what's your choice, Whumpee? Tell me.”

As they speak terrible word after terrible word, Whumper’s fingers continue to play with Whumpee’s hair. Twisting and brushing and caressing. Always so soft, so awfully soft in comparison to the nightmares they spit into Whumpee’s brain.

“Let's see what's more important to you. Your dignity, or their safety?”

A tear finally escapes, only to be brushed away by Whumper’s touch.

“But don’t worry. If you make the right choice, It won’t be all pain, baby. It’ll be about those big scared eyes and that delightful little quiver on your lip. About how gorgeous you will look when you’re barely able to walk, and how you will cling when you can’t think straight. And I’ll be there the whole time. I’ll take care of you.”

Whumper is right.

In the end, it isn’t a hard choice.

Whumpee closes their eyes and nods at the same time a soft, broken “okay,” slips out of their lips. It doesn’t feel like the lock of a door they were expecting. It feels like taking a step into the void, and knowing there’ll be thorns waiting for them when they fall.

Still, it’s with Caretaker’s smile in their head that they force themself to swallow when two round pills touch their lips. They don’t open their eyes until a bottle of water is held for them to drink from. It is only when there is no more chance for them to break and plead to be let go, even if they want to, desperately, that they let their eyes flutter open.

Whumper is waiting for them with a wide smile when they do.

“Let us begin then.”

And so they do.

Whumper brushes Whumpee’s hair and gently applies makeup to their face. When they ask Whumpee to undress and give them new clothes, they don’t hesitate to obey, and only when Whumper is closing their zipper for them do they realize how faint they feel.

When they are placed in front of a mirror, Whumpee looks at the shiny clothes but forgets what they looked like as soon as they are led away. By the time the door is opened and music first hits their ears, they are leaning against Whumper to keep standing.

They try to climb the stairs. Narrowing their eyes to concentrate, they raise their foot, but the world is filled with blurred colors and too-quick movement, and the only reason they don’t fall is Whumper’s fast hands holding them up.

Whumpee is almost grateful when Whumper chuckles and whispers against their hair. “Easy there, baby. Let me help you.”

They rest their head against Whumper’s heart when they are picked up bridal style, and stay that way until the lighting changes and voices fill the air.

They are placed on the floor, and with Whumper’s help, manage to keep standing, even though the floor refuses to stand still under their feet.

And then there are hands on their hands, squeezing and hurting, and Whumpee tries, they try so hard, but instead of the firm no they want to say, only a moaned “n-hng, I, I, d-don, wha-what’s hap-happe–,” comes out.

And then the world slips away, and though their body still moves, they are barely there anymore to see it.

-

When Caretaker’s doorbell rings, they don’t hesitate to jump out of bed and run to the door. They’ve been sending Whumpee messages all night without response, and concern rings louder than sleep. Only when they open the door and see the sunrise do they realize how early it already is.

And then their gaze slides to the figure leaning against their doorframe, head bowed and shoulders slumped, and their heart misses a beat.

“Whumpee?” Caretaker calls, reaching out their hand.

But before they can touch sparkly clothes they’ve never seen their friend wearing before, Whumpee cowers away. Caretaker retreats, but their heart races even faster.

“Whumpee, what’s wrong? Where were you, did something happen?”

Whumpee looks up, and Caretaker doesn’t need an answer to know what happened. Wide pupils, half-lidded eyes, smudged makeup and parted lips tell them all they need to know.

“Oh, Whumpee.”

There are stains all over their clothes, too. Is it spilled alcohol? Is it vomit?

“Oh, Whumpee,” Caretaker sighs again, taking a slow step in their direction, feeling a sad, involuntary frown settling on their forehead. “What did you do?”

Whumpee follows their steps with their eyes but keeps still. It is only when Caretaker comes close enough for touch and extends their hand that they wince and shrink into themself again.

“Honey, I can see you’re not okay,” Caretaker says as calmly as they can. “Let me help you.”

Another step, and this time all Whumpee does is close their eyes and let out a low whimper. Caretaker sighs again as they help Whumpee wrap their arm around their shoulders and lead them inside.

Whumpee is almost a dead weight in Caretaker’s arms as they help them get into the bathroom, to seat on the toilet and lean back against the wall.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Caretaker asks, crouched down in front of Whumpee.

“I, I, I don– don’t, W-Whum-per. They, they, they did... something.”

“Who’s Whumper, love?”

But all Whumpee does is shake their head no as tears stream down their cheeks.

“Okay, you can tell me later. Can you at least tell me what did you use?”

The look Whumpee gives Caretaker is so utterly lost, that they nearly start crying as well.

“Don’t… kn-know. Pills?”

“How about a shower, and then we talk more, huh?” Caretaker tries, nodding encouragingly. Whumpee swallows, but doesn’t nod along with them. Instead, their eyes dart around the bathroom, searching for nothing.

With a reassuring squeeze on their knee, Caretaker gets into the shower and turns on the faucet. As the water warms up, they take one look at Whumpee’s slumped form and walk over to the mirror.

Clutching the cold porcelain of the sink, Caretaker looks up at their own image in the mirror – tired and disappointed, but also patient. Worried.

“You can do this,” they mouth to themself, “Whumpee needs your help.”

With one last sigh, they turn their head to Whumpee and take a step in their direction. And then a step back, when something grabs their attention at their peripheral vision.

Caretaker stares at their image in the mirror again and feels their heart stop when they see their sleeve stained red. The sleeve where their friend’s arm had just touched.

It isn't alcohol or puke on Whumpee’s clothes.

It is blood.

“Whumpee,” they call, dropping to their knees in front of them. Whumpee jumps and meets Caretaker’s stare with wide, scared eyes. “You are bleeding. Are you hurt? I need you to tell me where you are hurt, Whumpee.”

But all they do is breathe faster and faster, pure helplessness on their face.

“If you can’t tell me, I need to find the source of blood on my own. I’m taking your shirt off, okay?”

Caretaker doesn’t wait for an answer, and Whumpee doesn’t give them one.

They don’t fight Caretaker’s hands when they pull the shirt over their head, even when a pained hiss leaves their lips.

Caretaker holds their breath when they see Whumpee’s bared skin.

Bruises color their entire torso, as well as long crisscrossing welts. Their arms are covered in small, rounded marks that look dreadfully like cigarette burns. Cuts, deep and superficial litter everything, some already closed, some still weeping blood. There’s barely any smooth skin left.

“What happened to you?” Caretaker breathes, searching for answers in Whumpee’s terrified eyes. “Who did this?”

All the answer they get is a soft sob and a cold forehead hitting their shoulder as Whumpee falls forward and nuzzles into their neck.

Caretaker hugs them back, careful not to touch or press on sore skin, feeling their stomach churn when their fingers bump into more cuts along their back.

“I’m here now,” Caretaker whispers against their hair, tears of their own rolling down their cheeks, “I won’t ever let anyone hurt you again, Whumpee. You are safe. You are safe.”

They stay like that until the bathroom is foggy from the warm water falling from the shower and Whumpee’s shoulders stop shaking, but when Caretaker helps them undress and oh-so-carefully cleans the wounds, there’s only drowsiness and chemicals behind the fear in their eyes.

They have no idea what they'll do once Whumpee comes to. Or what they'll do to whoever Whumper is if they get the chance.

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Prompts from this list. Still taking them but I can't promise how fast I'll write it haha