yanchive

[yanchive]

"You could say I know them more intimately than you by now. After all..." Whumper grabbed Whumpee's face and forced them to look at Caretaker. "Have you ever seen their face twisted like this? Seen them all desperate? Fear in their eyes? Begging with their whole being? Or a rage that twists their features into something that you would never recognise? Hm?"

Caretaker didn't take the bait. He remained eerily calm, ignoring that deep fear that he had, admittedly, never seen before in those eyes.

"Well, what about you?" he returned the question. "Have you ever seen them look at you with utter devotion? Have you seen their face light up when you enter the room? How their eyes sparkle when you make them laugh? Seen that longing? That love?"

His eyes snapped up to Whumper, whose grin remained on his face, but his eyes had hardened. "After all..."

That's what you want? Right?"

[yanchive]

A singer going yandere for their biggest fan. In an industry of fake smiles, fake praise and fake people, their love for the singer was the only real thing. The way their eyes would sparkle with joy as they’d hand over their lovingly handmade gifts at meet and greets, it tugged at the singer’s heart.

A love so pure, so real that they want to keep it all to themselves.

"Underneath Your Clothes" by Shakira playing in the background, lol! Thank you for requesting ♥

Warning for Yandere and all it entails, Violence (Murder on screen, Description of deadly wounds)

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A trophy room was usually reserved for, well, trophies. Shiny, useless things that were precious, important, expensive. Everyone defined them differently, but typically, it was a room that was intended to be showcased at gatherings. To have friends and acquaintances ooh and aah at the glorious collections, green from envy as they wished to own just as grand of an exhibit of precious things of their own.

Wasn't it strange that there was this one locked door at the most popular singer's house? An empty room that "Grey" waved off as unimportant whenever someone asked them about it? Their trophies and records were displayed throughout every inch of the massive villa they owned. Yet, there was a room that was completely empty and unoccupied?

Grey's parties were grand, splendid even. With the creme de la creme of rich people and celebrities taking part. Mingling and dancing, enjoying food that cost more than an apartment while drinking alcohol that was worth as much as a car. Nobody cared about the cost, only for the connections they were able to make, the photos being taken, and how it showed them belonging to the "best" that the human race had to offer.

They only cared to know the host better when it looked good on their social media or brought them an invite to another exclusive party. Conversations rarely progressed beyond a quick 'hello' and 'bye'. Grey didn't remember their names or faces. They couldn't keep up with the always-changing makeup trends and operations that quickly distorted the people they met, leaving no trace of recognition behind.

They were used to it, really. When they started their career, they could only hope to get as far as they had. To amass the amount of fans and money that loved their music. Loved them. But despite knowing how lonely it would be at the top, it never ceased to amaze them how terribly fake and superficial all their relationships were now. Family that only called for favors, friends that couldn't care less about Grey but all the more about riding on Grey's fame. No one cared about what they did when the lights were turned off. No one asked how they felt or if they needed help. Everyone only wanted to see the glamour and glory Grey had amassed in all this time.

Or the scandal.

"Great party!" their manager cheered, patting Grey's shoulder as he congratulated the singer for pulling off yet another celebration for the ages. One that would be remembered as much as the first song they played on the streets. One that the record label deemed "too simple" to include in their albums. The next party would wash away all the extravagance and money invested in this one, creating an eternal cycle of bigger and better to fulfill the superficial needs of those at the top.

"But hey, listen." Swinging his arm around their shoulder, their manager closed the distance between them. His grip was sweaty, grimy hands clutching onto Grey's body. The smell of alcohol wafted from his mouth as he whispered into their ear urgently, still thinking he was so important in their life, even after the paparazzi caught him sleeping with some unimportant celebrity, which caused a huge scandal, big enough for the label to want to fire him the morning after this party.

"People keep gossiping about your little room. They've been assuming all the worst things about—sex dungeon, drug den, you keeping a slave in there." Grey's manager snorted, chuckling as if he had just made an excellent joke. "I think it would be really good if you'd clear up the misunderstanding, you know? Can't risk your reputation being sullied by rumors, right?"

"Fuck off with that shit."

Annoyed, Grey pushed off their manager's arm, setting down their wine glass on the kitchen counter before glaring at him.

"Woah, there! No need to get feisty, alright? I'm just sayin'! I'm just looking out for you!" their manager immediately backpaddled, knowing better than anyone else how much the beloved singer hated questions about that room. It had been their one condition in all of their career. The one thing they asked for to belong only to them and no one else, regardless of what anyone said or wanted. No one was to go in or out, except them.

The manager took a big swig from his own glass before giving them a consolidating smile and walking off, but Grey heard him mutter "bastard" once his back was turned, and they rolled their eyes, glad he'd not be a problem anymore by the next day. Some girls passed by them, and they smiled, the same fake, accommodating smile everyone received from them. Nobody was worth the trouble of actually showing their real smile. It made the celebrity fans giggle and freak out quietly, proofing it was enough to still their lust and desire for Grey. It was so easy to play the part of the favorite singer, the blessed voice.

It was harder to just be 'them'.

Their eyes fixed on the clock on the wall. 01:47 am, it had gotten much too late. They promised to come back before midnight, but networking and keeping up the facade had taken much longer than they anticipated. When will they leave? they wondered quietly, anxiously playing with the rim of their glass while leaning against the kitchen counter.

No words could describe how much Grey hated these parties. They just never ended, and some people always stayed, sleeping off their hangover. All they wanted was some peace and quiet. To rest their head in your lap, nuzzle their face into your thighs while you made these adorable squeaks that you always made when they touched you. Their sleep had improved so much ever since you came to live with them, but because of their damn reputation, they still couldn't live the way they wanted with you. Openly. Lovingly.

No one would notice if I left, right? they thought, looking around the remaining party guests, all high on booze and drugs, either talking or making out. If someone with a camera snuck into Grey's home, they'd make a pretty penny from all the scandals happening at these parties. But all the expensive security Grey had paid for wasn't only good in keeping other people's secrets, but also theirs.

Careful, without raising anyone's curiosity or suspicion, Grey made their way towards the dark hallway in the back of their home. To those who raised their heads, it looked like they were going to the toilet, and they turned up the music a little louder as they passed the loudspeakers, just to make sure no one was going to hear them either.

They had never snuck away from their parties before, too scared anyone would follow. But Grey had to admit it was kind of exciting. Like a secret rendezvous with just the two of you. Surely, no one would notice that they were gone for a bit, considering how no one really cared to interact with them anyway. They were here for the luxuries and the feeling of being important, not Grey, even though they were the host.

Unlocking the door, Grey checked one last time over their shoulder that no one was watching before opening the door a gap wide and slipping inside, shutting out the music and other people by quickly closing it behind them. Deep breaths were necessary as the mix of excitement and stress made their heart beat rapidly in their chest. But their focus was quickly diverted by the lovely sounds you made through the gag.

"He-p! Hee-p!"

"Shh, shh," Grey muttered, turning towards you and closing the distance in two large steps. Kneeling before you, they cupped your face, rubbing your cheek with their thumb, feeling your soft skin beneath the leather strap of the gag. "I'm here! You did so well! You waited so patiently for me! You're such a good fan! I love you so much!"

Biting their lip, Grey couldn't help the tears from shooting into their eyes as they looked at you. Blindfolded and gagged, your hair a little tousled from struggling against the cuffs that tied you to the chair you were sitting on. Yet, you had never been prettier. Never been more theirs.

Years after years, show after show, you had come to watch them. You had been there when they were still a nobody, a street musician with no fame and money. Yes, people filled their trophy rooms with medals and animal heads, but Grey's was filled with your cards and gifts that they had collected over the years. Your sweet words and thoughtful presents had been the only thing keeping Grey sane all this time. It made them happy to know there was at least one person left who cared, stabilizing their moods so they wouldn't fall into depression or drugs like most of the other celebrities did.

It made Grey obsessed.

Obsessed with the way you grew flustered around him. How you thanked him for your shows and how you always insisted it wasn't much when you gave your presents. How your hands shook when Grey held them to thank you sincerely for your dedication to them. They were obsessed with your smile, your laugh, the sparkle in your eyes! Your emotions were real and genuine. Every one of your reactions had meaning and purpose, and it made their heart flutter like nothing else in their miserable popstar life.

Pulling the clasp at the back of the gag tightly, Grey shushed you again, their free hand on top of your thigh, massaging it reassuringly as you whined from the brief tightening of the leather. Grey couldn't control themselves as the gag slowly slipped out from your delicious, agitated lips, saliva dripping from them that Grey quickly caught with their own tongue, raising their mouth until it docked against yours, tasting these plump lips and exploring your mouth while you struggled against the restraints.

"Delicious," they sighed as they finally withdrew, not letting even a bit of your taste go to waste as they licked the gag clean as well, all while you sobbed.

"Why are you doing this?" you cried, and Grey couldn't help but feel the arousal shiver through his body hearing your lovely voice. Yes, even when scared and desperate, you sounded like an angel, the inspiration behind all their songs and the reason they kept singing, just to have a chance to see you again at the next concert. To read your online reviews and watch you interact with other fans in Grey's fan groups.

They observed you for a few silent moments, your body winding and snaking side to side to loosen the hold on your limbs like a cobra summoned by their music. You were almost like the snake in the garden of Eden, causing Grey to sin and bring you here into their sanctuary, the shrine they had created just for you. You didn't know it yet, didn't know who had kidnapped you.

It was time to free you of the fear of the unknown.

With a swift motion, the blindfold slipped down your skin, Grey watching it hungrily as it got to touch you so intimately, caressing your curves in ways they hadn't yet. But your gaze was too captivating to miss, the confusion giving way to recognition. Even the horror reflected in your eyes made their body ache for you, and they licked their lips, responding to the urge to consume you fully. So beautiful, so real, they thought as they watched your reactions. So perfect.

"Y-You?" you mumbled, and Grey's knees buckled, bringing them back to earth.

"Yes, it's me!" they chimed enthusiastically. "You have no idea how happy it makes me that you know who I am! I can't wait to spend our lives together from now on!"

"W-Why? Why are you doing this?!"

Your voice rose as you stared at Grey with a mix of revulsion and disbelief, and it made their heart ache in a very different way. "Aren't you happy?" they asked, desperate for you to match their feelings in every way. "I did this for us! Now we won't need to wait to meet at concerts; we can always be together!"

"What?! And you think it's okay to kidnap me for this? Who would even want this? I just... I--"

"It's okay," Grey chocked out, cupping your face. "You're confused. This is all so new, I get it. Look, I decorated this room specifically for you. It's how I wanted to show how much you mean to me!"

Your eyes wanted to stay on the danger before you, but curiosity got the better of you as you slowly led them around the room, watching the walls plastered with cards and gifts you had made the singer over the years. Judging by how your eyes widened, you recognized them.

"That's..."

"Wonderful? Amazing? Does it make you as happy as it did me?"

"Sick. That's sick."

"W-What?" Now it was Grey's turn to be confused. They let go of you, taking a step back as they felt faint from your comment. Your gaze was filled with so much disgust, even after seeing their lovely dedication to you, much different from how they expected you to react. "I thought you'd like it..."

"I'd like it if you untied me and let me go! It's not too late, we can still fix this, I won't even report you! I just liked your music, I didn't mean for any of this."

"B-But..."

A sudden bang made both of you jolt as a sudden light flooded the room. "Grey?!" a loud, obnoxious voice filled the sacred sanctuary of the singer, their manager stumbling inside, drunk and disheveled. "How dare you sneak off-hick!-at your own party! Everyone-hick!-is looking for you! W-Wait, whoa."

His eyes opened wide as he looked around the room, eventually falling on you, tied to a chair in the middle of it. "What the hell?" Grey's manager yelled, sobering up very quickly.

"H-Help!" you finally managed to stutter despite the surprise, and the manager straightened up, directing his gaze at Grey now and pointing a finger at them.

"You sick fuck! I knew it! I knew you had shit stains on your slate! You're so done if the media finds out you kidnap someone and keep them locked up!"

In an instant, Grey could see their world crashing and burning. All this time, they had built upon the confidence of being loved by at least one person in this world. A genuine, sincere person who adored them for who they were and not just their stage persona. They had worked tirelessly to provide more opportunities, more chances to meet and share these fleeting moments of joy with you, only to find out now, after all Grey did to bring you to them, you didn't even love him.

All his efforts had been in vain, as you didn't even recognize their love for you.

And if that wasn't worse enough, now someone found out about this obsession Grey had been harboring. Feelings that were only meant for you and them. That were too pure to be shared with the filth of this world. If word got out... if someone found out about this... they'd separate you from Grey. They'd take you away. They'd make Grey break the promise they made when they told you that you two would always be together from now on!

They couldn't allow this.

Moving around the manager that approached menacingly, trying to grab Grey while they stood on wobbly feet. Grey slammed the door shut loudly. This time, they didn't forget to lock it behind them, twisting the key just in time to slip by the manager again and lunge for the hammer on the little cabinet they had bought for your clothes. The hammer used to have the special duty of nailing your gifts to the wall, but it would be useful for something very different now.

Grey looked at you, forcing a smile on their lips as they took in your form. You were tense with fear, eyes blown wide as you spotted the hammer in their hands. You were so lovely, worrying about them even after saying all these hurtful things to Grey. Surely, you had just not been convinced of their feelings yet. Perhaps you were trying to shield them, making them choose someone else because you felt like you weren't enough.

But how could you? You were the only one for them.

"No one is going to separate us," you reassured them gently. "I won't let anyone take you from me."

And then, they struck. Without any mercy, they kept hitting the same gooey mass over and over, your screams filling their ears like a beautiful melody of their madness. Blood splattered everywhere—on Grey, your gifts, you.

"Ah, that won't do," they mumbled as they finally got up from the floor, the manager lying lifelessly on the ground. "Now he really did it. He really dared to sully you, my darling."

You shivered uncontrollably as Grey approached, bloody hammer still in their hands as they untied your footcuffs, holding your ankles to stop you from kicking. "Can't have that fucking bastard bleed all over you, sweetheart. I'll get you cleaned up in no time, and we can finally start our life together, alright? Alright."

Picking you up, Grey threw you over their shoulder, hammer clattering to the ground. You wiggled in an attempt to escape but stopped as you hovered over the dead manager's body, seeing his split-open skull and the expression of horror etched into his face. Finally, Grey thought. Finally you understand how far I'd go for you.

"I'll take such good care of you," they promised. "You'll never miss anything in your life, I swear. You just need to stay with me, and I'll make sure we'll be happy until the end of our time."

Who said trophies had to be inanimated objects that people could gaze upon?

After all, you were very alive, and Grey would never, never let anyone see you ever again.

[yanchive]

[yanchive]

Notify Me When You’re Mine

pairing: kpop idol x reader

description: K-pop idol Seo Jihwan crosses the line between admiration and obsession when a devoted fan catches his eye—and dares to look away.

warning/s: Yandere behavior, stalking, obsession, emotional manipulation, kidnapping, confinement, unhealthy relationship dynamics.

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You were just one of millions. Or so you told yourself.

Each time Seo Jihwan went live, your name would pop up in the chat box like it always did—early, dedicated, and filled with praise or playful teasing that seemed to go unnoticed among the flood of hearts and comments. Yet somehow, that never discouraged you. You were just a blip in his world, after all. A mere fan among millions.

Still, it didn’t stop you from showing up.

Every livestream, you’d prepare your space. Light off. Phone fully charged. Notifications muted except for one: his. You didn’t even have to wait for the bell anymore. The moment his familiar face popped onto your screen, dark eyes crinkling with a soft smile, your world felt quieter—lighter.

You’d send him stickers, those virtual gifts that cost embarrassingly real money, and his eyes would always flicker when he saw your username float up the screen. But you thought nothing of it. Fans lived for scraps. It wasn’t unusual to want to feel seen, even if you weren’t. Not really.

Then, one day, you did something stupid.

You shared a post—a single image—of another idol. Not even Jihwan’s rival or anything. Just a new guy from a rising rookie group. You thought the picture was funny. The idol was pulling some weird face mid-performance. You reblogged it and added a laughing emoji. That was it.

What you didn’t know was that Jihwan saw it.

You didn’t know that he wasn’t like the others.

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The livestream that followed felt… off.

His smile was forced, stretched too tight across his flawless face. The comments scrolled, and he barely read them. His fans—your community—were worried. He waved it off, saying he was tired, had been overworked, that his company finally granted him a break. A few days off. A chance to recharge.

"Maybe I’ll travel a bit," he murmured, eyes no longer focused on the camera. "Need to clear my head."

You typed something sweet. Something supportive. You even sent him a gift. It didn’t float on screen like usual.

You thought the app bugged out.

But it didn’t.

He had seen your username. Ignored it.

For the first time since following him, you logged off early, feeling cold in your chest and oddly hollow.

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A week passed.

No livestreams. No updates. Just a single headline from his agency, translated into your feed: “Seo Jihwan to Take Personal Time: Travel Abroad for Mental Recovery”.

The comments were flooded with love and concern. You sent your own too, wishing him rest. He didn’t reply, but that wasn’t new.

You returned to your routines. Your normal, quiet life. A place where your feet were always on the ground, unlike him. Unlike Jihwan, who floated above the world, too perfect to be real. You went to work. Came home. Grocery-shopped on Wednesdays. You still scrolled through fan accounts, watched old clips of his stage performances. Laughed quietly at old edits.

Then you started feeling it. That sense of something watching you. But never directly. You’d see a man standing just beyond the corner of your eye when walking home. A dark car idling longer than usual across the street. A buzz in your phone with no notification. Silly things. Maybe your mind was tired. Maybe you were reading too much into nothing.

Until he showed up.

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It was raining.

The sound of water drummed softly against the windows of the café you always visited after work. It was small, quiet, tucked beside a bookstore. Your safe space. The barista knew your name, your usual order.

You were sipping from your mug, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone, when the door opened. A figure stepped in, hood drawn, head tilted slightly downward.

You wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t stopped beside your table.

"You're always here around this time."

You looked up.

At first, your brain didn’t register what you were seeing. It couldn’t. Your eyes scanned the familiar jawline, the deep-set eyes, the soft lips that had smiled at millions.

Seo Jihwan.

The man on your screen. The idol.

In real life.

Soaking wet from the rain, yet still breathtaking.

"Sorry, I know this is weird," he said, voice low but gentle. "Can I sit?"

You blinked. You must have said yes, because the next moment he was sliding into the chair across from you, pulling back his hood.

He looked exactly the same as his photos—no, better. There was no angle to hide behind here, no filter. He was raw and real and right in front of you. You couldn’t even breathe.

“I needed a break,” he said, sipping the drink he ordered as if this were any other conversation. “Came to clear my head. But really, I just wanted to meet you.”

Your heart thudded once—then faster.

“You… you know me?” you whispered.

His lips curled slightly. “Of course. I waited for your messages every time I went live. You always sent those silly stickers. The bread one. And that weird cat.”

You wanted to laugh. Or cry. Or both.

“But I noticed something,” he continued, voice calm but eyes sharper now. “You reblogged another idol’s picture.”

You froze.

“I know it’s stupid. Petty. I should be used to fans looking at other idols. It’s normal,” he murmured. “But you… you’re not just another fan, are you?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no sound came.

He leaned forward.

“You belong to me.”

Your breath hitched.

“I thought maybe you didn’t know that yet. That I’d need to show you.”

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He moved fast.

Faster than you thought possible.

You weren’t even sure how it happened, but within hours, he had swept you into his world. Into a rented flat that looked more like a luxury safehouse. He gave you clean clothes. Made you tea. Held your hand like he’d known you forever.

He smiled when you asked how he found you.

“Do you really think it was hard?” he replied, almost amused. “You use the same username everywhere. You never log off. You have a routine. A pattern. You don’t even lock your accounts.”

It should’ve scared you. Maybe it did. But he was Jihwan. The man you spent countless nights watching, wishing, longing for.

And now he was here. Holding you like you mattered.

When he kissed your forehead, your brain short-circuited.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he whispered. “Me, here. With you. You’ve been calling out for me. I just answered.”

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Days passed. Maybe weeks.

Time blurred inside the glass walls of the apartment. You didn’t leave. He didn’t let you. Not out of cruelty, no—he said it was for your safety. That fans could be obsessive. That people might not understand. That the media would twist it all.

You believed him. You had to.

And he was so gentle.

He cooked for you. Taught you Korean words softly, patiently. Let you sleep in his arms. There were moments he looked at you like you were fragile glass. His fingers would tremble when he touched your face.

But there were also moments when he would grow distant. Cold.

Like when you accidentally glanced at a variety show playing on the TV and chuckled at another idol’s joke.

The screen went dark instantly.

His jaw clenched.

You didn’t watch TV after that.

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One night, he came home with a new phone.

“Here,” he said, setting it in your lap. “Your old one’s gone.”

You blinked. “Gone?”

“I threw it out,” he said. “Too many distractions. Too many temptations.”

Your hands tightened around the blanket on your lap.

He cupped your face, gentle but firm.

“I love you,” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours. “I chose you. You should feel special. Millions of people scream my name, but it’s your name I waited for every night. You kept me going.”

You wanted to believe him.

So you nodded.

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Eventually, the sky turned grey more often. The city blurred beyond the windows. You forgot the date. He kept you fed, clothed, warm. But he also kept you quiet. Isolated.

Your friends stopped messaging.

Or maybe they didn’t. Maybe you just never saw it.

“People are selfish,” he said once, brushing your hair back as you sat in his lap. “They’d pull you away from me. Make you doubt what we have.”

You didn’t answer.

He tilted your face up, made you look at him.

“You love me, don’t you?”

“…Yes.”

“Then remember your place,” he whispered. “You’re mine. You always were.”

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Sometimes, you’d lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling. Wondering how it happened. How you ended up here. How a reblogged photo turned into a new life.

But when he curled around you, arms tightening like chains, breath warm against your skin—you felt something calm your chest.

Because wasn’t this what you wanted?

To be loved. Chosen.

Maybe you just hadn’t realized what it would cost.

Or how far he’d go.

But he came for you. Out of everyone, he came for you.

It was a dream come true.

Wasn’t it?

Maybe if you remind yourself hard enough, you’ll remember to be grateful.

Maybe if you never look at another idol again, he’ll smile like he used to.

Maybe if you behave, he won’t have to show you your place again.

After all… he’s watching.

He always was.

[yanchive]

Terms and Conditions Applied

pariring: gangster! male OC x male reader [profile]

summary: You're a single dad, drowning in debt, barely holding it together for your daughter. But when loan collectors come knocking a little too hard, you find out your debt belongs to someone far more dangerous: Felix Marino, the quiet but infamous head of one of the most powerful mafia syndicates in the world. He makes you a deal—your freedom, for a job. One job. But nothing is ever that simple in his world. Especially when you're not sure what terrifies you more: the blood on your hands, or the way Felix looks at you like you belong to him.

content warnings: 18+, bottom male reader, explicit violence, blood and trauma aftermath, mild panic attack / dissociation, threats and coercion, organized crime themes, single parenthood under duress, mild sexual content, handjob (reader receiving), power imbalance, emotional manipulation, PTSD-like symptoms.

word count: 4.9k

The knocks came hard and fast.

They rattled the apartment door like gunfire—three hits, pause, two more, and a final slam that made the hinges groan. You froze mid-step, a half-unpacked grocery bag dangling from your fingers. Inside it, a bruised apple rolled to the floor.

Not again.

You scanned the room automatically, as if the act of tidying clutter might somehow soften the blow of reality. But the apartment was already bare. Sparse. Clean, in that way that says we don’t have much, but we’re trying.

A soft voice drifted from the hallway behind you. “Papa?”

You turned. There she was—your daughter. Four years old, hair mussed from a post-nap world, her favourite stuffed rabbit trailing from one hand. She rubbed her eyes with the other, blinking at you.

Your heart clenched.

“It’s okay, baby,” you said quietly. “Go back to your room, yeah? I’ll be right there.”

“But who—”

“Just the mailman,” you lied, kneeling down to smooth her hair. “He’s loud today.”

She stared up at you for a beat longer than usual, as if her tiny brain could already tell something wasn’t quite right. Then she nodded solemnly and padded back down the hallway, the rabbit dragging behind her like a weary soldier.

The knocking came again. Louder this time.

You straightened up, set the bag on the counter, and took a breath.

When you opened the door, the two men standing on the other side looked like they'd been born in leather jackets—one tall, one squat. Neither looked thrilled to be here, but they sure weren’t leaving empty-handed.

“Morning,” said the taller one, stepping forward without waiting for an invitation. “Nice day, huh?”

You didn’t respond. He took that as agreement.

“Mr. [Last Name],” said the shorter one. “We’re here about the debt.”

“I know.”

“Good.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Then you also know your payment was due four days ago.”

“I told you,” you said. “I’m working extra shifts. I’m doing what I can.”

The taller man walked a slow circle around your living room, peering at the cheap furniture like it offended him. “A place like this, I’m surprised you haven’t sold the kid’s toys yet.”

Your jaw tensed. “She’s four.”

The shorter man clucked his tongue. “And if you don’t have something by Friday, you’re going to be explaining that to the Boss in person. You know how he feels about delays.”

“I’m trying—”

“Try harder.”

They left without another word. The taller one flicked a crumpled cigarette onto your doormat and stomped it out as a parting gift.

You shut the door. Locked it. Then leaned against it with your eyes closed.

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The silence in the apartment returned slowly, broken only by the faint hum of the refrigerator and the soft patter of small feet against tile.

“Papa?”

You opened your eyes and looked down. She was back, rabbit in hand.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Just tired.”

She wrapped her little arms around your leg, hugging you as best she could. Her cheek pressed against your jeans. “You’re not sad?”

You knelt again and pulled her into your arms properly, breathing in the smell of strawberry shampoo and comfort.

“I’m okay now,” you whispered into her hair. “Because I have you.”

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You made pancakes for dinner.

It wasn’t your best work. The batter was too thin, the pan unevenly heated, and the only syrup left was the cheap, knockoff kind that smelled more like corn than maple. But she still grinned when you put the plate in front of her, legs swinging from the dining chair as she kicked at nothing in particular.

“Can I put peanut butter on it too?” she asked, already reaching for the jar.

“Only if you save a piece for Mr. Bun.”

“I always do,” she said with a solemn nod, as if it were some sacred pact between her and the stuffed rabbit.

You watched her eat, chewing slower than usual, trying to stall the moment. The kitchen light flickered overhead. The stack of unpaid bills on the counter seemed to grow by the day, and rent was due in less than a week. You didn’t know how you were going to pay off the collectors by Friday, let alone face the man behind them— the one they called their boss, in hushed, clipped tones.

A name you’d never heard until two weeks ago. A name that now haunted every idle moment.

You’d tried not to ask too many questions, but the way the others spoke about him made your skin crawl. Not loud, not showy — but dangerous. Not because of violence, but because of how controlled he was. And how rarely he needed to raise his voice to get things done.

You only owed him money because your original lender sold the debt off.

It wasn’t supposed to get this far.

“Papa?”

You blinked out of it. “Yeah, bug?”

She looked at you with peanut butter smeared on her chin. “Can we read the owl book again tonight?”

You smiled, even if it felt thin on your face. “Of course.”

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She fell asleep curled beside you on the couch, mid-sentence, head tucked against your arm. The copy of The Owl Who Wasn’t Afraid of the Dark lay open in your lap, thumb still pressed to the page.

You didn’t dare move her. Not yet.

The room was quiet now, except for the muffled hum of the hallway outside. You could still hear footsteps every now and then—neighbours coming home, doors opening and shutting. It was the kind of rundown apartment block where the walls had ears, but no one cared enough to listen.

You leaned your head back and stared at the ceiling, one hand gently smoothing your daughter’s hair.

Then came the buzz of your phone.

You fumbled for it quietly, careful not to wake her.

Unknown Number

You stared at it. A second buzz followed — a text.

[ The Boss would like a word. You’ll want to make yourself available.

Tomorrow. 10 PM. Zia’s Diner. Come alone. ]

You didn’t answer.

Didn’t need to. Whoever sent it would already know you’d be there.

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Zia’s Diner looked like it hadn’t changed since the '80s. Flickering neon sign. Red leather booths dulled from wear. Grease-stained menus laminated so many times the corners curled like dying leaves. It was the kind of place that smelled like burnt coffee and fried onions no matter what time of day you walked in. The kind of place where someone like you belonged.

Someone like the one you owe money to? Not so much.

You got there ten minutes early. Sat in the back corner booth, facing the entrance like you’d seen people do in mob movies. Ridiculous, really — like knowing who sat where would make any of this easier.

The waitress came by once, chewing gum and offering you a tired, sceptical look. “You ordering, or you waiting?”

“Just coffee,” you muttered, and she poured you a cup without a word.

You kept checking the time.

10:00 PM sharp, the bell above the door jingled.

He didn’t walk in with an entourage. No theatrics. No broad-shouldered bodyguards or gaudy suits. Just a man in a black wool coat, collar turned up against the wind, dark hair swept back with the ease of someone who didn’t need to try.

He didn’t look like a loan shark. He looked like he could be an architect. Or maybe a violinist. His features were clean-cut but strangely gentle, like someone who hadn’t always belonged to a world like this.

And then he looked at you.

A quick once-over. Not judgmental. Just... observant.

He made his way over with unhurried steps, slid into the booth across from you, and removed his gloves one finger at a time. The silence stretched, thick and taut.

“I’m glad you came,” he said at last. His voice was low, smooth, but not performative. Not like someone trying to play a role. “I didn’t want this to become unpleasant.”

You swallowed hard. “I figured it already was.”

He tilted his head slightly, almost like he was considering you. “It doesn’t have to be.”

You didn’t answer.

The waitress reappeared, looking more alert this time. “Coffee?”

“Tea,” he said, without looking at her. “Chamomile, if you have it.”

You blinked. Tea?

Once she left, he turned his gaze back to you. “You’re a difficult man to track down, considering you haven’t left your apartment in three days.”

Your jaw clenched. “I’ve been with my daughter.”

“I know.” His tone didn’t change, but there was something in his eyes now. Not softness — but interest. “She’s the one who likes the owl book, right?”

You stiffened. “You’ve been watching us?”

“I have people. They were concerned. It’s their job.”

“Concerned about what?”

He paused. Then: “About how a man ends up this deep in debt when he’s clearly not reckless.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. Because the worst part was— he wasn’t wrong.

He leaned back, resting his hands on the table. His fingers were long, elegant— with tattoos running across them.

“I didn’t call you here to threaten you,” he said calmly. “If I wanted to scare you, I’d have sent someone else.”

“So why did you call me here?”

His lips parted slightly, like he was about to answer. But then the tea arrived. He thanked the waitress with a quiet nod, waited until she was gone again.

And then he said:

“Because I don’t think you belong in this mess. And I’m interested in seeing how you get out of it.”

You stared at him, not sure if it was a trap. A test. Some kind of manipulation.

“Why?” you asked, voice quiet now. Honest.

He stirred a packet of honey into his tea. No rush. No tension. “You remind me of someone.”

That shut you up.

Not because you knew what it meant, but because of how he said it. Like it hurt to say. Like the memory was still raw, even if the delivery wasn’t.

He took a sip of his tea, eyes never leaving yours.

“Let’s talk about your debt,” he said.

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You tried to read him. Failed.

Everything about him was composed — the measured way he spoke, the way he held his tea with both hands like it was a habit rather than a choice. His voice was quiet but sure, like he’d never once had to raise it to be heard.

He didn’t move like a man used to violence, but you knew better than to trust that.

“You said you wanted to talk about my debt,” you said after a beat, keeping your voice steady. “So talk.”

He gave a soft hum, almost amused. “Alright.”

From the inside pocket of his coat, he pulled out a thin leather folio and opened it on the table. You caught your name on one of the papers. Your signature on another. A string of numbers you didn’t want to look too closely at.

“I assume you know how much you owe.”

You nodded once. “Too much.”

“You’re not wrong.” He tapped a finger against the paper, not unkindly. “You took out the first loan eighteen months ago. Medical bills, yes?”

You stiffened. “My daughter was in the hospital. Pneumonia. We didn’t have insurance.”

He nodded like he already knew, which he probably did.

“And the second loan,” he continued, “was for rent, food, and utilities. You were out of work.”

“My hours got cut,” you muttered.

“And the third?”

You looked away. “Funeral expenses.”

Silence settled again. Not judgmental. Just quiet.

He closed the folder gently and folded his hands on top of it. “There are… less generous men you could’ve borrowed from. Men who would’ve already left a message on your doorstep. Or through your window.”

“I didn’t exactly get a choice in where the loans came from,” you snapped, sharper than you meant to.

He didn’t react. Didn’t flinch. Just watched you like he’d been expecting that edge to come out eventually.

“You’re right,” he said. “You didn’t. But you have one now.”

That gave you pause. “…What’s that supposed to mean?”

He leaned back, eyes steady.

“It means I’m offering to restructure your debt. Reduce the interest. Extend the timeline. Provide resources, if you need them.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Why?”

He didn’t smile — but his mouth twitched, like he almost did.

“I told you. You remind me of someone.”

“That’s not a reason.”

“It is to me.”

You didn’t know what to do with that. Couldn’t decide if this was some twisted act of pity or a long con. But you weren’t used to people giving you anything. Especially not someone with this much power—with hands that clean, a gaze that calm, and a reputation like his.

He took another sip of his tea.

“I don’t expect you to trust me,” he said, almost kindly. “I wouldn’t, if I were you. But I want you to understand— I’m not doing this to trap you.”

“Then what do you want?”

His fingers paused on the edge of the cup.

“I want you to keep your daughter,” he said simply. “I want her to grow up safe. With her father.”

Something in your chest twisted. You looked down, jaw tight.

“That’s not your business.”

“Maybe not. But I’ve made it mine.”

You looked up again, and this time, there was no softness in your voice. “What do you get out of it?”

A longer pause.

He studied you, not like a man considering what to say, but like he was wondering how much you could handle. Like he’d already made up his mind.

“I’m not the villain you think I am,” he said finally. “But I’ve been one before. I know what it takes to get out.”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

Your hands curled around your coffee cup, suddenly aware of the chipped ceramic, the cool air from the vents brushing your neck. A waitress refilled a glass of soda at another table. The world kept moving.

He stood slowly, gathering the folder and slipping it back into his coat.

“You don’t have to decide anything tonight,” he said. “But I’ll have someone drop off the new terms tomorrow. Look them over. Think about your kid.”

He turned to leave, then paused and glanced back at you one last time.

“And think about who you want to be when she looks back on this.”

And then he was gone.

Just like that.

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You didn’t expect it to come in an envelope.

White. Thick. No return address.

It was on your doorstep when you got home from picking Nora up from daycare — tucked under the welcome mat like some dead thing left by a cat. You stared at it for a full minute before bending to pick it up, heart low in your chest.

She tugged on your sleeve. “What’s that, Daddy?”

“Nothing, bug.” You smiled, but your voice didn’t rise with it. “Go on in. I’ll be right there.”

She slipped past you with a squeal, barreling into the apartment and tossing her little backpack onto the floor. You shut the door behind her, thumb tracing the edge of the envelope as you walked to the kitchen. The light through the window was already fading to that washed-out grey of too-late afternoons. You tore it open without ceremony.

Inside: four pages, paper thick enough to feel expensive. No header, no signature — but you recognised the same smooth, sparse formatting from the mans’s folder at Zia’s—the new terms.

You skimmed.

Then read slower.

Then stopped.

He was serious.

— Outstanding balance: reduced by 40%. — Interest: frozen, pending further review. — Monthly payments: deferred for 3 months. — Conditions:

That last part made your stomach twist.

1. You will be reachable at all times. 2. You will submit proof of employment weekly. 3. You will meet with Mr. Marino in person at a time and place of his choosing. Frequency: open. 4. You will not attempt to renegotiate through any party other than Mr. Marino himself. 5. You will not disappear.

Regards, 

Felix Marino

That last line wasn’t underlined. But it didn’t need to be.

You sat down, the chair scraping across the tile.

It was clean. Too clean. He’d carved out the brutality and left behind something you could stomach — just enough rope to pull yourself up. Or hang yourself with.

In the distance, you heard Nora humming a song from her cartoons.

And you realised: you were already considering it.

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The house is quiet after Nora falls asleep, sprawled out in her tiny bed with her stuffed rabbit tucked under her chin. You'd cleaned the chocolate from her face, tucked her in, and kissed her forehead like always. Pretended like nothing was wrong. Like there wasn’t a folded letter in your coat pocket that felt like it weighed more than your whole damn life.

You sit at the kitchen table, hands steepled, staring down at it again.

Felix Marino’s terms are clear:

Six months of contracted work

Weekly check-ins at a private location downtown

No questions asked about the nature of the work.

No outside contact with “competing interests”

Nora is off-limits. Her name isn’t even mentioned.

That part almost makes it worse.

Because you don’t think Felix left her out of the contract out of kindness.

You think it’s because he sees her as yours. And what belongs to you, by extension, belongs to him now.

You grip the paper until the crease deepens. This is a deal with the devil, no matter how cleanly it’s written. Still, you’ve seen worse. You’ve lived worse. And if this means keeping Nora safe—keeping your home, your job, your sanity—then what choice do you really have?

You’ll meet his terms. But you won’t let him sink his claws in.

You won’t let him think he has you.

Your phone buzzes on the table. A message. Just a location, a time.

[ Tomorrow, 11 AM.

Wear something decent. ]

You stare at the screen for a while before flipping it over and standing up. You clean the counter. Rinse the mugs. Check the locks on the doors twice. It’s routine, but you do it slower tonight.

Just before bed, you peek in on Nora one more time.

Her tiny chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. There’s drool on her pillow. You swallow the knot in your throat.

You hope to god she never has to know how close you came to losing everything.

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The address Felix gave leads to a storefront with blackout windows and no signage. Inside, it's cleaner than expected. Sleek. Minimal. You’re greeted by a man in a tailored suit who doesn’t ask your name — just waves you through with a nod like you’re already known here.

You are, apparently.

A hallway. A door. A quiet room with a view of the city skyline. Felix is seated behind a polished desk, flipping lazily through a folder.

He doesn’t look up when he says, “You came.”

“Not like I had a choice.”

“Sure you did. You just didn’t like the alternatives.”

He gestures to the chair across from him. You sit, tense.

He finally lifts his gaze, eyes still unreadable. “How’s Nora?”

You narrow your eyes. “Fine. And she’s not part of this.”

“I never said she was.” He leans back, steepling his fingers. “Though you should know, this isn’t charity. You’ll work. I’ll watch. If I don’t like what I see, the terms change.”

“And if I don’t like what I see?”

“Then I’ll be disappointed,” Felix says, smooth as silk. “And trust me — you don’t want that.”

There’s a pause. You hate how calm he is. Like this is all part of some carefully laid plan. Maybe it is.

“You always recruit desperate dads into your service?”

“Only the interesting ones.”

You clench your jaw. “Why me?”

Felix shrugs, almost too casually. “Doesn’t matter.”

But it does matter. You can feel it.

The way he looks at you sometimes. Like he’s trying to find someone else in your face. Like you’re unfinished business.

You stand. “I’ll do what you asked. But keep the personal shit out of it.”

Felix watches you with that same unreadable gaze. “Whatever you say.”

But you can tell he’s already rewriting the rules.

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You’d expected something bloodier.

Maybe it was the envelope. Maybe it was Felix’s eyes, the way he looked at you like you were already halfway his. Or maybe it was just the way his name lingered like a shadow behind every line of those new “terms.” Whatever it was, you thought there’d be blood. Screaming. A pipe wrench. Something straight out of a bad movie.

Instead, you’re standing outside a warehouse that looks too clean to be dangerous, which somehow makes it worse.

You glance down at the slip of paper again. One name. One address. Gallo. That’s all he gave you. No instructions. No backup. Just the duffel bag in your hand and a phone in your pocket that vibrated exactly once with a location pin and then went dead silent.

You should walk away. You should. But you think of Nora. Think of the groceries on the table this morning — not from your wallet. Think of the sharp suits you saw at your building’s entrance yesterday. Men who didn’t belong there. Men who made eye contact just long enough to remind you that you were being watched.

So you step inside.

The warehouse isn’t abandoned, but it’s not busy either. The air smells like oil and dust, and the lights overhead buzz faintly with age. You follow the sound of metal scraping across concrete until you see him — mid-40s, thick arms, cigarette tucked into the side of his mouth like it’s permanent.

“You Gallo?” you ask.

He looks up, unimpressed. “Who’s asking?”

You don’t answer. Just unzip the duffel and pull out the envelope inside — thick, sealed, and marked with the same insignia that was embossed into Felix’s letterhead.

He snorts. “About time.”

You hand it over. He rips it open, eyes scanning quickly. You can’t see the paper, but whatever’s written on it makes his jaw twitch.

“I paid last week,” he mutters, more to himself than to you.

You don’t move. Felix never said what to do after delivering the message. But you know better than to leave right away.

Gallo crumples the paper. “Son of a bitch,” he mutters. Then louder, “Tell Marino if he wants more outta me, he can come collect it himself.”

You exhale slowly. “I don’t think that’s how this works.”

He steps forward, chest puffed. “No? Then how does it work, ragazzo di merda?”

There’s a tension now — heavy and tight, like the moment before thunder. You don’t flinch, even when he gets close enough for you to smell the smoke on his breath. But your fingers twitch.

This isn’t a test of violence. It’s a test of restraint.

And you’re not sure which you’re worse at.

He laughs like he’s already won. Then, just when the silence threatens to stretch too far, he spits — right at your shoes.

You move fast. Maybe too fast. You don’t pull the knife, don’t throw a punch, but your hands are around his throat in a blink, and you shove him back hard enough that he slams against a shelf with a clang. A box of screws topples somewhere behind him.

“Try it again,” you say, low and even. “See what happens.”

You don’t remember drawing the knife.

All you remember is the way the air changed — thick, metallic, sharp with panic. One moment, Gallo’s guys were just shouting, posturing like men with too much testosterone and not enough brains. The next one of them rushed you. Pulled a gun. A warning shot, maybe. But it grazed your arm, and that was all it took to tip something inside you.

The rest is a blur. Screaming. A crash. A warm spray across your face that wasn’t your own.

You’re not trained for this.

You’re not supposed to be the guy standing in a warehouse full of broken bones and gasping, bloodied men, clutching a blade that’s slippery in your hand. You were a barista three years ago. A father. A husband, once.

But right now, you’re just a wreck. Shaking, breath jagged, body slick with sweat and blood — most of it not yours. The knife hits the floor with a metallic clatter. Your legs feel like paper.

The phone in your pocket buzzes once.

A location pin.

No words.

Your hands are still trembling as you stumble out into the alley, back pressed to the cool brick wall as your knees threaten to buckle. You press your palm to the wound on your arm, but you can’t even tell if it’s deep. All you can feel is the adrenaline, burning like acid through your veins.

The car pulls up exactly two minutes later.

Sleek. Black. Expensive in the quiet, menacing kind of way.

The passenger door opens, and Felix is already waiting inside.

You hesitate. Just for a second.

Then you climb in, dragging the bloodied duffel with you. You don’t speak. You can’t.

He says nothing at first. Just watches. His gaze skims your face, your hands, the splotches on your shirt. His nostrils flare, faintly. His jaw clenches.

Then his voice comes, low and velvety.

“You did well.”

You flinch.

Well?

Is this what “well” looks like?

You open your mouth to say something — anything — but it all dies on your tongue. You feel like you're floating outside yourself, like your body isn’t quite yours. Like you're going to pass out.

Felix notices. Of course he does.

He leans in, slow and deliberate. His hand moves to your jaw— firm, and tilts your face toward him.

“You’re shaking.”

No shit. You laugh — a broken, awful sound that doesn’t feel real.

Felix hums, then shifts in his seat. The partition behind you slides up without a sound, cloaking the two of you in soft shadows.

“I told you I wanted to see what you could handle,” he murmurs. “You didn’t disappoint.”

“I almost died,” you manage to whisper.

“Mm,” he says, thumb brushing along your cheek. “But you didn’t.”

You don’t realise your hands are clenched in your lap until he notices. He undoes your seatbelt. Leans down.

“I can help,” he says softly, fingers already trailing down your thigh. “Let me.”

You’re still bloodstained. You still feel sick. But your cock betrays you — twitching in your jeans under his touch like it doesn’t care that you’re half-feral from adrenaline and trauma.

He smiles faintly. Like he expected that.

“Poor thing,” Felix says, voice thick with amusement and something deeper. “All wound up. All that fear. All that pressure.”

His hand slides over the bulge in your pants, slow and possessive. Your breath catches.

“You’re shaking so much,” he murmurs. “You need to calm down. Just relax.”

You don’t. Can’t. But your hips twitch anyway.

Felix is patient. Cruel in his gentleness. His fingers undo your jeans with practised ease, and the second he wraps his hand around your cock— warm, firm, steady— you nearly choke on a gasp. The pleasure spikes sharply and fast, edged with guilt and something darker.

You shouldn’t want this. Not now. Not here. Not after—

“Don’t think,” he says quietly. “Just feel.”

Your head hits the seat behind you. Your hands tremble uselessly in your lap as he strokes you—not fast, not slow, just right. His thumb circles the head on every upward pull, milking soft, breathless moans out of you.

“You’ve been good,” he whispers, voice like velvet steel. “Brave. I take care of what’s mine.”

You don’t know when that happened — when you became his. But it’s too late now. His hand keeps working you through it, coaxing you toward a high you didn’t ask for but can’t stop chasing. Heat pools low in your belly. Your eyes squeeze shut. You’re going to—

“Come for me,” he breathes, leaning in. “That’s it. Let go.”

And you do.

It rips out of you like a sob. Messy. Shuddering. You curl in on yourself as your body wracks with release, nerves flayed raw.

Felix doesn’t flinch at the mess. He just wipes his hand, then guides your head down to rest against his shoulder. You’re still panting, still dazed, blood drying on your clothes — and he strokes your hair like you’re something precious.

Like you're his favourite broken thing.

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You leave the bathroom light on.

Not because Nora’s scared of the dark anymore. She’s been sleeping through the night since she was three. It’s for you.

You’re the one who wakes up in cold sweats now. You’re the one who flinches at door hinges creaking and cars idling too long outside the window. You’re the one staring at the nursery monitor like something might crawl through it.

There’s no crying. Just the soft hum of static.

She’s curled up on her side, one arm flung above her head, mouth open in that completely unselfconscious way only kids manage. Her stuffed bear is trapped beneath her chest like a casualty, and you don’t dare move it. You don’t dare move anything.

You sit on the edge of your bed, clothes still crusted in spots with things you scrubbed off hours ago. You’re not sure how you’re still breathing. Or why you are.

Your hands shake. Not like before—this is quieter. Numb.

Your phone buzzes once on the nightstand. You don’t check it. You already know who it is.

You already know what he’ll say. Good work. I told you you could handle it. You’re not sure if that’s supposed to be a compliment or a warning.

The monitor hisses softly, then goes silent. You keep watching it anyway.

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CHARACTERS: Lux, you/reader

WARNINGS/TAGS: Cults, plane crash, vague religious themes (not to any religion in particular), parental yandere, isolation, false idols, death, blood, gender neutral reader, infantilization, developing stockholm syndrome, manipulation

WORD COUNT: 4.5k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This one was a popular request! While not one of my favorite yandads, I really did enjoy writing a scenario like this, probably one of my more unique ones so far! Let me know if I forgot any warnings or if you'd like one to be added! I'm pretty sure its obvious I hardly proofread this past a brief look-over ^^;

It all happened so very quickly; one moment, you're just scrolling through your phone with your headphones in and listening to music, occasionally glancing outside of the plane's window to admire the view of the forestry below you.

The next thing you know, there's an explosion coming from the airplane engine. Everything starts shaking rapidly, people screaming as they quickly put on their seatbelts and look for oxygen masks—yourself included.

However, it is no use. The airplane makes a loud nose-dive towards the ground, and before you could even process what was happening, everything goes black.

...

You feel like death warmed over.

When you awake, there is an immediate burning sensation that fills your entire body, particularly your left arm. It feels broken. In fact, all of you feels broken. You feel as if your body has been run over by several trucks. Your face is throbbing.

What the hell happened?

You manage to lift your head. There's blood and bodies everywhere, some of the blood is definitely your own. No one else seems awake, or even alive.

There are small fires surrounding you that provide light in the dark forest. One wing of the plane was blown completely off, but it looks like you're still close to where most of the plane is gathered.

Even if it hurts like hell, you manage to somehow get up on your own two feet.

With the little amount of strength you have, you stumble out of the plane and collapse on the dirt floor outside of the area.

You are panting heavily, looking around at your surroundings. Your entire body screams with agony, every time you breathe, you're inhaling ash.

Despite having just woken up, you already feel yourself about to pass out again from the pain. You stumble as far away as you can from the plane, looking for any other survivors. Surely it can't just be you, right?

Wrong.

No matter how much you look, you don't see anyone even close to being conscious. Not one.

That's when it hits you like a bus—you're going to die.

You fall to your knees, clutching your chest in terror. All that you were able to process before the crash happened was the explosion. Now, all you know is that you're stranded, possibly hundreds of miles away from any sort of civilization.

What makes it worse is the fact that your arm is probably broken, meaning that there is no way for you to defend yourself from anything that lurks in this godforsaken place.

But knowing how doomed you are, is there really any use in that, anyway?

No... The best option would just be to curl into a ball and give up on life right here, right now. You lay on the grass, clutching one of your many wounds, shutting your eyes.

The sound of footsteps and horses galloping makes them snap back open.

Your head immediately whips to where the source of the sound is coming from. Your first thought is other survivors of the crash who woke up the same way you did.

That idea is crushed, however, when you look closer only to find that these people are clothed weirdly—in odd dark green robes with some kind of golden symbol engraved on it.

It doesn't take a genius to realize that these people aren't survivors like yourself.

These people must've been waiting for someone in this forest.

And even if their faces are hidden beneath the cloak, you know their eyes are all glued to you.

Your blood turns ice cold. You try to stand back up, but the searing pain prevents you from doing so, which only results in you falling down to the grass again.

Now, you regret not giving up on life earlier.

These people are getting closer, making a circle around your bloody state.

"Look, Father!" One of them speaks. Their voice is muffled behind the hood over his mouth. "I told you! We heard an explosion nearby!"

Father?

All of a sudden, a taller figure emerges from the group. His attire is slightly different than the rest—the robe appears lighter colored with more intricate designs on it.

He lifts his hood off of his head, revealing a man in his mid to late-forties staring down at you with a grin on his face. He has long blond hair tied in a low ponytail and green eyes that glow in the light of the flames from the crashed plane.

The man's expression turns from neutral to glee. "My dream was correct!" he cheers, causing everyone else surrounding him to do the same. "The Gods have blessed me with a child!"

A what now? You try crawling backwards away from them, shaking your head frantically. You attempt to open your mouth to say something, anything, but your vocal cords don't seem to be working after screaming bloody murder during the crash. Instead, your thoughts come out as coughs from smoke inhalation.

"Oh, my baby," he croons, kneeling beside your injured body. "Don't be afraid, little one. Papa's here now."

"They're injured, Father Lux," one of them states the obvious.

Despite that being obvious from one glance, it seems this man, Lux, was too happy to even realize until it was pointed out. His expression turns concerned, looking over your tattered self.

You try backing up from him again, but a few cultists gather around behind you so that you have nowhere to escape to.

"Poor thing, you must've been so scared." He tuts, grabbing you by your intact arm gently, examining all of your wounds. "Those burns are going to need treatment. And..." His hand hovers over your broken limb. "This will certainly need medical attention as well."

"Should we carry them back?" another follower asks.

He thinks about it. "I'll bring them on my horse back to camp. Opal, you follow, just in case." She nods. "The rest of you salvage the airplane for any useful parts."

"And if there's other survivors?" one of them asks.

Lux smiles eerily, shooting a glare in the direction of the plane.

"There are none," he tells them firmly. "But if there are, put them out of their misery quickly. They were not in the prophecy." His eyes turn to you, softening immensely. "Let us get you somewhere safe and sound, shall we?" He kisses your bloody forehead. "Welcome home, little one."

Without another word, he scoops you into his arms and carries you bridal-style towards his tan horse. The entire time, he coos at you sweetly.

It's a miracle you've even stayed conscious for so long. Finally, you black out with Lux stroking your face with his fingers as your head rests against his chest.

...

You wake up yet again feeling like death itself.

Although this time, instead of the sounds of screams filling the air, it's replaced by silence accompanied by chirping birds and crickets outside. The burning hot sensation still remains on your skin, but it has decreased significantly from earlier. Your body is covered in bandages all over, and your arm is now in a secure cast.

Even better, you're no longer laying down on grass or dirt, but rather on a comfortable mattress. As your vision becomes less fuzzy, you can see that the room around you isn't familiar either—it's furnished with various paintings and candles.

It's very clean.

You also find that your outfit has changed—you're no longer wearing your bloodied clothes, but rather an oversized cloak similar to the one Lux was wearing.

At this realization, memories of last night's events flood into your mind.

Oh, no. The airplane, the crash, the green robed-cult people—

You notice that your throat is dry. There's a glass of water placed nearby. Despite how painful it is to lift your arm, you muster enough strength to sip the glass and hydrate yourself.

As soon as you place the cup down, however, a new figure enters the room through the door. One you recognize.

"There you are, my baby." The tall man from before approaches you. He's not wearing his cloak this time, but what resembles more of a surcoat. "How was your nap?"

You swallow your own spit in attempt to soothe your dry throat. "What is going on?" is all you can rasp.

"Aww," he coos, walking closer and sitting at your bedside. He strokes your cheek with the tip of his index finger. "Don't you remember, little one? Your airplane crashed last night, and you were nearly torn to shreds."

Torn to shreds is quite the exaggeration, but okay.

"Okay, but," you practically cough out, "who are you? Where am I?"

Lux chuckles. "Everyone here calls me Father Lux, as I am the founder and prophet of this society." His smile grows wider. "As for who I am to you, that would be 'Papa.'"

"I... I have no idea what you mean," you state honestly.

He keeps that smile that you could only describe as eerie. "Despite my followers calling me 'Father', I never viewed them as my actual children. I always longed for a child of my own. Every night, I prayed to the Gods for one. So imagine my surprise when they informed me in a dream of your arrival. When you would come falling from the skies!" He places a kiss on your head. "Oh, I am so very grateful. Even if it weren't in the prophecy, I would have adopted you on the spot regardless, sweetheart. But alas, destiny spoke and gave you to me." He holds both of your hands in his with a loving stare.

You pull away from him immediately, hissing from the pain of your burns and broken bones as a result. "I'm not your child!" you cry out.

Lux's cheerful expression suddenly morphs into a firm scowl. "That wasn't very nice," he says sternly.

"You don't understand," you croak. "I need to get home. Please."

"Honey..." he places a hand on your cheek. "Home is where I am."

Your heart sinks. This guy is insane, you conclude.

And unfortunately for you, insane people aren't exactly reasonable.

Still, you try. "I'm not even a child! Look at me, I'm an adult!"

He just coos at you. "The outside world really corrupted you, didn't it? They fail to acknowledge not all adults are fully developed mentally. And when it is acknowledged, its only to bring shame." Lux shakes his head disapprovingly. "Little ones should not be ostracized in society. Everyone develops at their own pace. Some will mature slower than others. There's no harm in embracing being younger than you are."

You shake your head back and forth. "This is absurd," you tell him desperately.

"Even if I were to let you go, where would you go to?" he asks.

A lump forms in your throat. That's a good question, actually. You have absolutely no idea where you're currently located or how to get anywhere from here.

"Let me tell you something," Lux continues. "We're in dense mountains, deep within forests and surrounded by animals who won't hesitate to devour you alive in an instant. Not to mention, the nearest civilization from here is miles away. I know, because that's the exact reason I chose this place." He strokes your cheek, looking at you with faux concern. "So why don't you take a second to rethink your options here?"

There's a tight knot forming in your chest.

He's right. You literally have no other choice but to stay here.

"What does this cult even believe in?" you challenge, but there's no more anger to your tone. Primarily defeat.

"Cult?" Lux tilts his head to the side. "Oh, silly, this is not a 'cult.' A cult implies we are some sort of strange, extremist religion."

You furrow your eyebrows.

"This," he motions his hands in the air, "is simply a sanctuary. A community." Lux pauses to look down at you. "As for our beliefs, well, everyone is free to believe their own thing, because everyone has a different interpretation of the Gods."

"Then what's your point in being here?" you ask, exasperated.

"Well, there's something we do all collectively believe in. Peace, love, acceptance." He brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Something that you, little one, are very unfamiliar with. I'm here to help everyone else—including you—to escape from all that chaos and destruction."

"From the sounds of it, you're just making yourself out to be a god, talking about dreams and prophecies," you retort. "It seems all these people believe you."

Lux nods. "I suppose that's another thing all my followers can agree on; I'm simply a messenger, someone chosen to lead them in the right direction. But I am no God, sweetheart." He kisses your forehead once more. "Just a vessel of sorts."

You want to tell him he's insane. That this entire place is a complete madhouse.

However, that doesn't seem like the greatest idea at this point. For all you know, this man may be capable of things far worse than death.

Not that you'd have much of an option, anyway. All you can do is sit in this bed as your wounds heal painfully slowly.

"Listen, sweetheart," he whispers. "I promise, you're going to love it here. There are many others your age for you to play with. Here, you don't have to worry about a single thing in life aside from living, breathing, and being loved every moment."

You gulp at that.

"But you don't even know me," you whisper back shakily. "None of you know me."

"On the contrary," he argues. "While you rested, I asked some of my followers to gather identification documents of other victims to bury along with their bodies." Lux pulls out a piece of paper that turns out to be your ID card. "(Y/n) (L/n)," he reads, grinning. "Though, now I suppose that'd be (Y/n) Sampson. My surname, if you weren't aware. It's your surname now as well."

All of a sudden, tears begin pricking your eyes. You can't even wipe them with your injured arm.

Lux quickly uses his own thumbs to brush them away from your cheeks.

"It'll be okay," he coos, pulling your fragile self into an embrace. "You're going to thrive here. I'll make sure of it."

If anything is true, it's that you definitely won't be thriving. Or keeping your sanity, for that matter.

...

For the first few weeks, you remain bedridden, with only minimal ability to walk around due to your injuries.

The house you both reside in is bigger than all the other's houses, you assume. It's a cabin-style cottage made of logs. It appears to have several bedrooms and other amenities such as running water.

Yet no phones, televisions, radios—basically anything related to communicating with the outside world. No form of entertainment.

Well, there's Lux, but you'd hardly call him entertaining.

On the plus side, the area surrounding this small commune is incredibly gorgeous.

There's an endless array of forestry, hills, mountains, and wildlife. There are even certain areas where wildflowers grow. And that isn't to mention the incredible views of sunrises and sunsets every day, even if only outside of your window.

Sure, most of the time, the scenery is blocked by high trees. But it's better than nothing.

Occasionally, Lux will allow you to step outside the house with him and accompany him in strolls around the perimeter.

Today is one of those days.

"This is the best part of living out here, if you ask me," he tells you as the two of you stroll through the gardens. "Look around, angel. Beautiful flowers bloom everywhere, every single day. Gods truly are magnificent beings. You can see their artistry shining through everything." His hand finds yours, locking together.

The only thing that prevents you from recoiling from the touch is the fact that you know it's a losing battle.

Since that fateful night, you've learned quite a lot about this place.

Firstly, you have a bedtime that cannot be broken for any reason whatsoever.

Secondly, Lux does indeed consider himself your father, but gets upset if you do call him "Father". That's something only for his followers, as he genuinely believes you are more than that—his actual kid. Or "baby" as he prefers to refer to you as sometimes.

Lastly, there is absolutely no way of escaping. You're hundreds of miles away from anything remotely close to civilization, and even then, Lux has eyes practically everywhere, making sneaking off impossible. Especially when everyone in the entire village is in constant awe and praise towards you.

There's no doubt in your mind that anyone would snitch on you immediately should they spot you trying to make a run for it.

So in short, you're stuck here until your untimely demise.

"Why are you so quiet, sunshine?" Lux suddenly asks.

His voice snaps you from your thoughts. You blink a few times.

"I'm thinking," you shrug.

"Mhm." Lux hums disbelievingly. "About what?"

"About my family and friends who must be worried about me." It's the only thing you have been thinking about lately. "They probably think I'm dead." Just like everyone else.

Lux drags out a long sigh. "Good. Let them think that."

Ouch.

"Do you not understand?" He stops in place. "You and I were destined to meet. It was fate that brought you into my arms that night. All of it happened for a reason." He cups your face in his large palms, tilting your head up to look into his green eyes. "Do you really think its a coincidence that not only did you survive a plane crash where most died, but that it had to crash in these mountains? In this location of all places?" He clicks his tongue. "Nothing happens unintentionally."

You narrow your eyes at him, ready to give him a snarky remark in response, but think about his words. "'Most'? So you're saying some did?"

"Hm?"

"You said most died."

He stiffens momentarily, almost as if debating on telling you the truth. "Some did live after the fall," he admits eventually. "Not everyone, of course. Only a few. But they were in pain. Too much pain that could be helped. The medic only has so many supplies, all that should be used on you."

You freeze, giving him a wide-eyed gaze.

"Lux," you barely choke out the name, "are you saying that you killed them? When they were still alive?"

"'Papa'," he corrects. "And it was mercy kills. It was better this way, honey. Imagine having survived an airplane crash, but in agony with limited medical care."

"So if I weren't in your stupid prophecy, you would've killed me too?"

"No." Lux says it with absolute certainty. "Whether you were or weren't, you would be right here, with me." He presses a kiss to your temple. "Even when they are dead, the outside world still wishes to tear our bond... now no more talk of that dreadful place and situation. We're supposed to be enjoying this beautiful evening together."

...

More days pass, though you aren't sure how many. It feels like its been forever, but its likely only been three weeks at most.

Either way, you miss the outside world. A lot. Never did you think you'd be saying that.

You miss your family. Your friends. Technology. Entertainment.

But alas, none of that can happen out here, in this stupid mountain cult society with their insane leader.

Their insane leader that wants to adopt you as his own child, apparently.

You're allowed to go outside more often now, but he always appoints someone to watch over you and supervise every move you make. After all, you're supposedly the equivalent of a toddler, so you need constant supervision. Like toddlers often do.

The people your age or older get to choose if they still wish to be treated as children or like adults. You don't mind that, but you wish you got the same option of choice they did. You're often forced to play with them outside.

From the looks of it, it'll be hard to escape. Not only are you doomed from a geographical standpoint, but there are always guards, even at nighttime.

Yet perhaps luck will be on your side. Maybe if you get out of here, you can find the crash site. All planes have some kind of way to track them, right? Maybe they are looking for you. You know they'll likely assume you're dead if they don't find you at the wreckage.

Even then, its not like you're on an island. Maybe you'll find hikers, or someone who isn't insane who lives here.

You decide its worth trying only after you're more physically healed.

"Stargazing?" Lux asks you suddenly.

He's standing nearby on the porch of your shared cottage home, sipping some hot beverage. Probably tea. Its chilly, and there's a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

You nod wordlessly. You have to admit that its probably prettier than the view back where you live. Less smog and air pollution blocking everything.

Lux smiles, putting his cup down to join you. He wraps one arm around you to keep you close.

"These mountains provide us with such peace," he states. "Away from cities and towns full of chaos, where we can bask in nature without the stresses of society plaguing us. I think you're already healing because of it."

"Healing," you echo bitterly.

"Indeed." He tilts his head upwards towards the starry sky. "Isn't this so much better than looking at your phone? Than hearing traffic noises at ungodly hours of the night? No stressful paperwork, no worries about working nine to five just to have a roof over your head or decent living conditions?"

You want to disagree, but you can't. Because technically, he isn't wrong. It is nice. Even if you'd prefer your other life to this.

But maybe you can change the topic to something useful.

"Do hikers come by a lot? Or outsiders, in general?" you ask.

He shakes his head. "I know what you're thinking. And no, sorry to disappoint you. The last outsider we had was about two or so years ago."

You grimace, looking down at the dirt.

"Your home is here," Lux continues, kissing your temple. "You have no responsibilities here. You can play all the games you want, make all the friends you desire, enjoy the beauty of the outdoors every morning until nightfall. And most importantly, you're safe, cherished, and adored. How could you ever wish for anything else? Do you think you have a family out there that loves you more than I do?"

"You don't love me. Besides knowing my name, you don't know anything about me," you mutter.

Lux gives a light smile. "I've been urging you to tell me more about myself, it isn't my fault you little ones are so stubborn; but I don't need to know everything about you to know that this is what you need. Here, you have a warm bed to sleep on every night. Plenty of food to eat. Fresh, clean air, a caring father, and lots of friends."

"I don't even know them," you reply curtly.

"You will in due time." Lux runs his hand up and down your back comfortingly. "You shouldn't think so much. Leave those matters to me, all right?"

...

Its been about a month and a half when you're feeling much better physically.

Mentally, well... you'd rather not think about that.

Every few days, the cult has some kind of celebration. Everyone is singing, dancing, eating, laughing. There are bonfires, flower arrangements, all of it.

You never participate, despite all the coaxing. But given you plan to escape tonight, you might as well. Maybe you can give Lux the false notion that you're beginning to enjoy it here.

Then, when everyone is having a good time, you can just slip away and pray the guards are too distracted to notice you.

As soon as Lux sees you shuffle outside to the event, he lights up.

"(Y/n)!" he exclaims happily. He's wearing a much more bright robe, as the rest of the people are, as well as a flower crown out of sunflowers resting upon his head. He takes a glass of grape juice and offers it to you, which you accept.

"How lovely it is to see you joining us!" he continues.

"Just felt like being social today," you lie with a shrug.

He claps his hands together giddily. "Oh! I knew you would adjust!" Lux brings you into an unexpected embrace that crushes your bones.

You force yourself not to wince or recoil, and instead lightly hug back.

Lux proudly shows you off to everyone. They all greet you excitedly. You respond, though with far less enthusiasm. The entire time, your eyes scan every inch of the area, trying to find out the best route to run away through, and where all the guards are located.

At some point, you don't even feel as if you're faking your enjoyment.

Everyone is so eager to hear what you have to say, and the food is delicious. You even end up wearing one of the flower crowns one of the other little ones (as they are referred to by Lux), put on your head.

Unfortunately, before you can even slip away from everyone, you end up exhausted, plopping yourself onto Lux's lap while he eats by one of the bonfires.

He seems shocked at this, and you are as well by your own actions, but he wraps his strong arms around you and pulls you closer to his chest.

"Oh, look how tired my sweet baby is," he coos. "Looks like it's past your bedtime."

Despite everything, you sigh contentedly and lean against him.

Maybe just this once is fine. After all, you haven't done this since you were actually a child. Plus, you're exhausted.

Tomorrow is another day, and this definitely isn't the last celebration they'll be having.

"It was so wonderful to see you smiling and laughing tonight," he tells you, brushing the hair out of your face. "And the other little ones were so happy to see you. I think you have the entire community wrapped around your finger." He boops your nose. "Including myself, of course."

"Is (Y/n) tired? I was gonna show them the kites we were making earlier today!" one of the littles exclaims to Lux.

He smiles. "Sorry, little one, it appears so. I think it's not far off from your bedtimes too." He helps you up, keeping a firm hand around you to support you and your sleepy state.

Once you get home, he tucks you in your bed, gently removing the flower crown to place on your nightstand.

"Sweet dreams, sunshine. Thank you for spending the day with us, it meant the world to everyone. Especially Papa." He leans down to kiss the top of your head. "I love you so, so very much."

With that, he blows out the candles and closes the door behind him.

You'll escape, you're still sure of it. Just... not tonight.

[yanchive]

Hello! Big fan of your writing! If you're still taking suggestions, I have one in mind: Superhero parent (or a whole team) pay little attention to the kid of the group until they're put in danger by their enemy. Superhero parent/team now hyper fixated to ensure the child is safe and secure no matter what.

Rookie

(Thanks so much for the idea! More lore for my Rehabilitation universe! TWS: Y/N gets tortured & almost dies (NOT GRAPHICALLY AND IT'S MOSTLY IMPLIED))

When your teachers had described what it was like to be a hero, it had sounded majestic. You'd gone home every day asking your parents when you'd inherit some magical power to help save people. Of course, your family had no record of ever developing powers but they never dissuaded your dream.

It was luck that one day you woke up and your body was shining like the sun. You had screamed so loud in joy that your parents had to remind you that your next-door neighbors had a history of calling the police for any noise louder than a whisper.

But that didn’t matter to you. You were smiling the whole time they took you to get your power legally registered. The whole time the agents showed up at your house to take you to a special hero school. The whole time you finished your classes.

But the reality? The reality was nothing to smile about. You had been tacked onto an already existing hero team. A group of adults who saw themselves as too good to help the 17 year old shadowing them.

You quickly realized that not everyone became heroes for a good reason. The leader of the team, Hot Spot, did it for the fame. If he wasn't in front of a camera, he was cruel and a bully.

His second-in-command, Phantom, did it for the adrenaline rush. She would jump into combat before being given a cue to, ruining a lot of stealth plays and good plans.

Tornado, a girl who could control the wind, did it for the access to powerful people. She was always at some gala or another hanging off someone's arm while slipping a few bills out of their wallet.

Lastly, Tranq, who used his paralyzing powers as a way of taking out his anger issues on the villains he fought. They'd be on the ground, unable to move or fight back, and he'd just keep hitting.

Then, you guessed, there was you. The rookie, Helios, named after the Greek titan of the sun. You always seemed to be in someone's way, in the wrong place. Your bioluminescence made any kind of stealth at night nearly impossible. Your light was, at most, good for blinding, but not much else.

You were the burden, the unneeded part. When you cried after losing your first civilian, they sneered instead of comforting you. When you attended press events with them, you were put on the very edge and almost never allowed to speak.

But you didn't let their words stop you. You were in this to save people, to be a hero. It didn’t matter that you were more bruised after training than fighting a villain. It didn’t matter that you'd be pulling people out of the ruble long after they'd left to talk to the press. None of that mattered.

What mattered was the smiles you were beginning to get walking down the street. What mattered were the little kids who had stopped you to make flower crowns with them while you were on a coffee run. What mattered were the lives you had saved.

You didn't care that you were often on your own, left to clean up behind them. You were almost 18, you could take care of yourself. Of course, you still had to default to them if you wanted to do anything, but their lack of care made it easy to do practically anything you wanted.

It was another one of those days. You were patrolling, walking down the street humming as you looked around. There was a playground nearby with kids giggling and laughing as they played. A small café with really good-looking scones, a bookstore.

It was nice out today, quiet. The sun was warm, and the breeze was cool. You had stopped to give a pair of tourists some directions when the earpiece you wore crackled to life.

"Helios. We need you down at the docks. Warehouse 5." A voice said, slightly muffled. You could hear some fighting in the background as the com shut off. You quickly finished your directions before running off towards the docks. They were finally trusting you to help them in a fight and you wouldn't let them down!

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"Where's the kid?" Hot Spot asked, flopping down onto the couch. They were backstage about to have a press conference, one you were supposed to be at for looks.

"How should I know? Don't they normally patrol around now?" Tranq asked, a makeup artist brushing something or other on his face.

"They're gonna be late, which looks bad on us. Tornado. Call them." Hot Spot ordered, smoothing out his suit.

"Why do I have to?" She groaned, despite fidgeting with her ear piece. "Kid, where are you? Huh, they're not answering."

"Maybe they're in a fight." Phantom said, fixing her hair in front of the mirror. "Then again, I doubt they'd jump in without telling anyone. They're stupid but not that stupid."

"You're that stupid." Hot Spot said, pulling out his phone. "Did we forget to tell them the old channel was compromised or something?"

"Whoopsies." Phantom said, pinning her hair in place. "We totally forgot."

"I'm sure they'll figure it out and be completely fine. Besides, we're on in 5." Hot Spot said, turning off his phone. It was just after when a distress signal began to come through, not that any of them noticed as the lights went up and the cameras turned on.

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Three days. They hadn't noticed you were missing for three days. Sure they noticed the small things, the dishes not being done, no leftovers in the fridge, the silence through their shared compound. But they hadn't thought much of it.

At least, not until they realized it had been three whole days since they had last seen you. Three days of zero contact, no requested time off, nothing. That was when they'd entered your bedroom.

They'd never been in there before since you'd moved in. The room was in a typical state of lived in, your bed was made and you had some laundry still in the basket that needed folding. Your mirror was lined with pictures of friends from hero school and your parents. There were posters hanging on the walls which had been painted a soft yellow.

It looked like a kid's room. Because that's what you were, a kid. A kid they hadn't heard from or seen in three whole days. The pictures of you smiling and laughing were foreign to them, how come they had never seen you like that except for your very first day?

It was at that moment they jumped to action, trying to find out anything about your whereabouts. The villains they came across ended up more mangled than normal, as they searched the city with deadly precision.

It was late that night when they kicked open a door to an unassuming warehouse down by the docks, immediately setting off a bomb. In an instant the warehouse collapsed, and they were forced to shield themselves as they stared at the rubble.

It was Hot Spot who'd spotted the bloody piece of yellow fabric amid the destruction. Tornado used her wind to move the wreckage, straining to keep control over her powers with the anger and anxiety coursing through her.

You were there, at the very bottom. Your body looked smaller than they had ever seen you, bruised and battered. Dried blood was crusted in your hair and dripping down your face. In fact, there was a lot of blood everywhere. Blood on your suit, blood on your skin, blood all over.

Tornado also lifted you up, her winds carefully cradling your limp body until they got you to a waiting ambulance, one that had been directed after hearing the explosion. It was only once the medics were panicking over your body, fumbling for an oxygen mask and an IV drip did they realize the most haunting thing.

You weren't glowing. The steady glow that always surrounded you from your powers was gone, completely. You looked normal, small, like any other civilian in the wrong place at the wrong time. The last they saw of you was the paramedics rushing to start CPR as the doors to the ambulance slammed shut and the ambulance sped off.

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"They made flower crowns with my niece and nephew. Just sat down in the park with them to help them weave some dandelions together." A voice echoed from the hospital waiting room's TV. All that had been reported on since they arrived was you. It seemed everyone had some sort of story about you, especially civilains.

They were in civilian get-up, watching as person after person recounted some encounter they'd had with you. You helped save someone's cat from a tree, you'd given people directions, you'd helped lost children find their parents. Even other heroes you'd known in school were sending their best wishes towards you.

"Helios... they're truly a light, not just because of their powers. They see the good in people, in everyone. They became a hero because it was the right thing to do, because they wanted to save people. They were my hero in school and still are to this day. Stay strong Helios and keep fighting." Another hero, Selkie, said. She had tears in her eyes by the time she finished talking, turning away as she began to cry. Another hero, probably one of her mentors, was quick to shield her from the cameras and hug her close.

They had never done anything like that for you. In fact they'd done the opposite many times. Hot Spot was overly cruel during your spars, letting his lava burn you and lecturing you when you got burned. Phantom had gotten you injured more than once by jumping into fights without warning you first, dragging you with her.

Tornado had threatened you to keep your mouth shut when it came to the thievery of her dinner partners, her eyes cold and her voice warning. Tranq had used his powers on you more than once just to make you shut up, leaving you somewhere people wouldn't find you until his powers wore off.

Watching all these people cry over you made them mad. You were just a stupid kid. A stupid kid who didn't give up even when they should've. Now you were in surgery, fighting for your life all because you couldn't just sit back.

They'd make sure you learned your lesson when you were finally awake again.

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Your time in the hospital had passed in a blur of pain and medicated dazes. You were either begging for relief or too out of it to recognize the person at your bedside.

The surgeons who had worked on you had healing related powers and were able to save you from the worst of the damage once you were on the table. However, your heart had stopped temporarily in the ambulance.

The most lasting of your damage would be scarring once everything healed, but for now you were mostly wrapped in bandaged. You were finally okay enough to be discharged with some strong pain meds, still a little out of it as your wheelchair was moved through the sterile white halls.

Someone was talking to you, lecturing it sounded like, but your head was so floaty and distant you couldn't pay attention. All you could do was sit there, partially slumped over as you tried not to fall asleep again.

It was only once you finally gained lucidity later on would you realize just what you missed in your drugged fog. The way your own confinement had been admitted to you while you were too sleepy to listen.

"From now on, no more patrol. No patrolling, no sparring, nothing. You'll be lucky if you even leave the apartment. Speaking of which, we're going to be moving soon to a bigger place with a backyard and tighter security. From now on, you're just a kid so act like one. Helios the hero is dead, it's time for you to show us who the person is under the mask. So, ready to go home Y/N?"

[yanchive]

You’ll be my new toy. 🚧 HIRU 1.03

[yanchive]

☆Yandere platonic cult x reader part 1☆

Summary: you and your friends have been forced to go on a trip to Sweden so they could finish their research paper for extra credit, honestly you were just tagging along for the fun of it not having the chance to go out as much as you’d like to, little did you know your stay at the community would be long overdue.

Tw: religious themes, sacrifice, yandere themes, infantization, death, violence, manipulation. the cult is very yandere for you, mental health issues, panic attack,readers friends are rude.

Taglist: @lilyalone, @stove-top96, @shadowytravelerlover, @dirtydiavolo, @bellethesleepypotato, @kawaii-cakes, @ratterpatter, @violets-in-spring, @yandere-enthusiast @caged-birdies-blog @ridlike

Word count: 8k

“Come on (name)! Hurry up! We ain’t got all day!” You sigh in annoyance as you look towards your friends and yell back, “I’m coming jeez! Jeez, give me a second okay!”

Your friends look at you with an annoyed expression but shrug it off. You carefully pull your luggage out from the trunk of the rental car you all rode in.

Honestly, it was already exhausting enough having to fly in a plane for 6-7 hours straight and the worst part is, is that you didn’t get one ounce of sleep thanks to your friend's snoring.

So not only are you physically exhausted but you're mentally as well. Just great.

You sigh in relief as your finally able to get your last piece of luggage out of the van.

you close the trunk door and decide to observe the scenery around you. It’s magnificent, you think to yourself.

From the tall yellow-like grass to the crops growing nearby filled with vegetables and fruits.

Then there are colorful flowers of all types surrounding the other side of the field, each being carefully taken care of to the fullest extent.

It mesmerized you To be honest, you've never seen anything this beautiful before, the only extent is the park in the middle of your city and even that can never compare to what you are looking at right now. No wonder people say Sweden is one of the most beautiful places to be because it hasn't been tainted by technology.

The sun reflects down onto you and you can feel the heat radiating off of your skin, but luckily there is a strong breeze to soothe that heat, it's perfect weather today you think to yourself as you continue to admire the fields surrounding around you and your friends, it seems like its endless.

“(name)! Get your ass over here! We ain't got time to dilly dally.” your friend says in an annoyed tone.

You snap out of your trance-like gaze and look towards your three friends, you sigh in annoyance as you pick up your backpack and suitcase and walk over back towards them.

“finally took you long enough.” your friend Mia says in annoyance scanning your form in a scrutinizing gaze, she was always the more moody one out of your group of friends, always having a stick up her ass.

She had dark brown curly hair and hazel irises with freckles littering her tan-like face, she was mostly slender having some curves here and there. “sorry I just got distracted by the scenery.”

you mumble annoyed at her attitude, Mia rolls her eyes, and states

“whatever let's get a move on before it hits sundown I want to get this shit over with anyways.”

Your two other friends Jacob and Cady nod reluctantly cady has long ginger hair with freckles and brown eyes while Jacob has dark brown hair with blue eyes and a more slim build.

and thus began your walk down the fields toward the desolate forest ahead.

“Mia, do you even know where we are going? Did the professor even provide us a map at all?”

you ask nervously having this gut feeling that nothing good is going to come ahead but maybe it's just a feeling.

You haven't really traveled outside of the U.S before so maybe it's just the anxiety of being in new places?

“yes actually i do know where we are going, don't be such a scardy pants and yes the professor sent me the map since I am the team leader.”

she taunts you sigh rolling your eyes at her cocky behavior.

You four continue down the long rocky path which results in you taking a look at the surrounding forest.

The forest honestly had humongous trees well bigger than the trees you've seen before when growing up, which caused the tree's height to block out most of the sunlight.

The rocky terrain your walking on looks worn down like it's been used for years which it probably has. What amazes you the most is how many flowers and wildlife are in the forest your walking through.

Youve honestly never seen so many animals in your life just from being here for liek 30 minutes it truly impresses you.

You occasionally glance at some of the logs or cut-down tree stumps next to the path finding interest in whatever inhabitants are abiding in it.

But you shake your head trying not to get to side tracked while you're here.

You're not here to explore the forest or play with the wildlife your here to work, so that's what you're going to do.

After a least an hour of walking and complaining from Cady you four finally arrive at what looks to be like a wooden gate with two strange-looking people standing in front of it with spears and animal like mask?

Okay well that's very creepy, “what the fuck”

you heard your friend jason mutter in absolute disbelief. It seems he was just a shocked as you but it seems like mia is paying no mind to it as she flaunts towards the gait confidently looking over the two guards and their appearance, you do the same but from a safe distance.

They both seem like males that's for sure from their muscular build to the lack of clothing they are wearing, it seems they are wearing on robes with metal plates on their shoulders acting as a shield.

What you also take notice of is both of them have a wolf mask.

What is even more strange, one of the guards has long wavy blonde hair while the other has short dirty blonde hair. Maybe there siblings?

You shake your head trying to rid your thoughts before you start to overthinking, you refocus back on the scene of Mia trying to flirt with the blonde-haired guard.

Which makes your two other friends sigh in annoyance at her behavior.

You three walk over to where mia is standing infront of the two guards, cady then clears he throat in annoyance

“you done mia so we can get a move on?” mia sighs at cady comments and nods her head

“yes in fact i am done i was just conversing with these two gentleman~ here but they've been ignoring me like a brick wall! And the worst part is, is that they won't even let me in!” mia states dramatically, whining like a puny child.

This causes Cady and Jacob to raise their eyebrow in confusion at her statement of not allowing her inside.

“they won’t? Why the hell not did you tell them that we came here for the research paper? Surely the professor notified the community of our arrival right?” Jacob states in pure bewilderment.

“I don't fucking know I tried to tell them! But nothing seems to go through to them! Like i said their brick walls!”

Mia states loudly which causes you to flinch from her tone of voice which of course your friends don't notice as they start to argue acting as if they arent just talking about the guards in front of them.

You sigh ignoring your friend's argument as you decide to step forward toward the two guards

“Hello there! Me and my friends here are here for a research project on your community, i don't know if you are aware of it or not? But could you please let us in?”

You state nervously, finally the guards look towards you and examine you like your a piece of prey, which unnerves you, to say the least.

But what surprises you the most is when the blonde-haired one speaks.

“So you are the one’s the great one has spoken about”

the blonde man states looking at you with a blank and unnerving expression behind the mask not that you could see or notice it though.

“I-i um yes?” you say confused about who the great one is.

The guards notice this and nod reaching to unlock the wooden gate this of course catches the attention of your arguing friends.

They turn to look at the two guards and you with a surprised look but quickly school it to a neutral one not wanting to piss the guards off.

When the gate finally opens to another pathway straight ahead your friends take this opportunity to push past you and the guards and enter the community.

Of course, this startles you to some degree but you quickly are able to reign your cool.

You then quickly thank the guards before rushing after your three friends.

This action very much surprises the guards having been used to rude and disrespectful behavior from “outsiders” so you doing behaving the opposite of disrespectfully is surprising to both guards but it also is nice that there are at least still some good people out there in the corrupted world outside of their sanctuary, its refreshing to say the least.

You sigh tiredly as you finally catch up with your three friends as they continue to walk down the more clean path.

You all finally make it towards what looks like a town square with a fountain in the middle and multiple other houses around it.

The houses look like they are made out of wood with a brick-like roof on the top of most of the houses. Strange you thought to yourself as you continued to examine the center of the community.

But you finally snapped out of your thoughts when Jacob nudges you in the shoulder to grab your attention. Which causes you to turn to look at him curiously.

That's when you notice the multiple stares directed at you and your friends.

You then look towards the source of those stares and find yourself faced with multiple people surrounding you and your friends, all of them having animal-like masks on.

But what catches your attention the most is the tall lady at the center of the people surrounding you.

She seems to be at least 6 feet tall with her long chocolate-like brown hair flowing down her back with her being nothing but dressed in a pure white dress with golden patterns to it that reaches her feet.

That's when you notice she's barefoot as well.

Strange you think to yourself but you snap out of your thoughts again when the lady clears her throat.

“hello their visitors you must be the foreigners our leader has spoken of, we are enlightened to be in your presence i hope you have a wonderful stay here. I will have one of our members show you towards your sleeping quarters.”

and with that before you and your friends coil question her at all she takes her lead with some of the community members following suit behind her.

“That was strange” Cady muttered anxiously “Yeah no shit” Mia states looking at the community members in a scrutinizing gaze.

You sigh ignoring your friends' spiteful comments, you then hear someone clear their throat which stops your friend's rant.

“if you all are done, I will be showing you to your sleeping quarters.”

you then gaze at the person speaking in a monotone like voice and are met with a tall slim man dressed in a similar fashion to the other community members just with a cow like mask to his face.

Your friends clearly embarrassed clear their throats and mutter a quick apology before returning their gazes to the man.

The man nods approvingly paying them no mind as he starts to walk down the town square, towards where you four will presumably be staying.

You and your friends follow after him at a steady pace.

Of course, you are more distracted than your other three friends, with the agriculture the community has to offer.

This annoys your friends of course but they do not say anything about it.

You four continue to walk down the cement path trailing behind the man. You all start to walk more towards the outskirts area of the community.

after a few more minutes of walking you four come face to face with a cabin-like structure that’s smaller than the houses the community has to offer.

It has a rustic type look with cobwebs poking out on the outside of the porch.

The porch in itself looks like it could've seen better days with some chipped wood poking out with dents on it.

It clearly looks like it has not had inhabitants for years now.

The condition of the cabin causes your friends especially Mia to grimace in disgust.

“Is this seriously what we have to stay in!” Mia states loudly, glaring at the man.

This causes the man to turn back towards her looking at her as if she's a spec of dirt underneath his shoe.

“Would you like to say that again?” he says coldly which causes Mia to flinch as she stutters out “I-I u-um N-never m-mind.”

the man then scoffs but pays her no mind as he walks towards the cabin.

You sigh as you reluctantly follow after him with your three shell-shocked friends. You both stand behind him as he unlocks the door with a wooden-like key, he opens it and motions you all to step inside.

Mia then sighs and steps inside first followed by cady and josh then yourself once you enter you take a good look at the interior presented in front of you.

Its old thats for sure from the rustic interior and the dusty floor all the way to the cobwebs littering the place with broken furniture and a animal like rug placed infront of the living room randomly.

Alomsot like someone didint even want to bother to atleast hide it or place it correctly.

Mia sneers at the predicament clearly unsatisfied with the conditions presented to her. “What the fuck is this shit show?”

she esclaims loudly which causes you to flinch at her loud outburst which doesnt go unnoticed by the man.

He glares at her disapproingly “i suggest you lower your voice and watch your language young lady that is no way to speak to your elders.”

he says calmly but with a hint of annoyance to his tone.

Mia looks baffled by the way he is treating her like some sort of child which of course angers her causing her face to heat up in embarrassment.

Cady and jacob start giggling at her sudden embarrassment finding it amusing that their friend is getting put in her place. You sigh at mia’s obvious childish behavior.

“I apologize for mia’s childish behavior she shouldnt have acted out like that.’”

you say with a tired tone looking at the man waiting for at least a irritated or unbothered response instead your surprised when his gaze softens towards you “oh its alright honey you friends are vert rumbunchs but nothing that we can’t handle”

he says softly with an almost fatherly look in his eyes from what you can tell.

This causes you to flinch not used to nicknames you stutter out an embarsset response which of course he notices and chuckles in amusement.

“your a shy thing arent ya? It’s very cute.” he says in a playful tone which causes you to blush in embarrassment.

Your friends awkwardly stand by as the conversation between you and the man unfolds, Mia then butts in and clears her throat before looking at the man “I think we're fine here its starting to get dark and we still have to unpack.”

she states in an annoyed tone clearly not wanting to be around the man any longer than she had to.

This of course disappoints you having enjoyed the man's company but you push the feelings aside.

The man turns around again to face mia and stares at her indifferently “Very well then have a good night and please if you all need anything, just ask you are our guests after all,”

he says in a dark tone which causes shivers to run up your spine but you shake it.

finally the man exists through the front door leaving you and your friends in a tense silence.

“Well, that was creepy.” Cady says with a nervous tone to her voice.

Jacob nods his head in agreement “Yeah no fucking kidding this whole place is giving off bad vibes and the way they talk to us is patronizing.”

Jacob said in an annoyed tone clearly irritated by the whole ordeal.

“let's calm down okay? How about we start unpacking our stuff and get a good look at this place?”

i say with a skittish tone trying to calm down the clearly pliable tension.

“Fine whatever” cady states as she puts her duffle bag and suitcase on the ground and moves towards the kitchen.

Jacob does the same following behind Cady which leaves you and Mia alone.

“Mia you okay?” I say in a worried tone not used to Mia being so quiet throughout the whole ordeal. “ yeah I'm fine.”

she says in an annoyed tone which causes you to flinch.

It doesn't go unnoticed by Mia as she smirks in response, she then turns around towards the old couches and places her backpack, duffle bag, and suitcase on the dusty couch.

You sigh setting down your luggage near hers as you decide to explore, not wanting to make the tension worse.

You decided on going down the hallway nearest to the kitchen, deciding its the best option to explore first. You could find some bedrooms, This cabin is pretty big after all.

You sigh as you slowly start to trudge down the dark hallway you finally approach what looks to be an old door clearly worn down from the lack of usage.

You reach your hand out to grab the door nob but before you can you hear a loud bang coming from the kitchen which causes you to jump in surprise. You rush back towards the kitchen panting.

“What was that noise what happened.” you say in worry, only for Cady and Jacob to laugh.

“jeez such a scardy pants, aren't you? Dont worry, Jacob just accidentally dropped the pan we were gonna use to cook.”

Cady says in a teasing tone while she playfully smacks Jacob on the shoulder. Jacob sighs, annoyed and glares at her which earns another laugh from Cady.

You sigh in relief “s-sorry just something about this place keeps me on edge,” you say as you try to laugh it off to lighten the atmosphere.

Which of course doesn’t work as Cary shakes her head In Amusement before turning back around to start cooking.

You sigh in annoyance as you leave the kitchen, deciding to at least find a bedroom you can lie in, completely forgetting about the door you were previously going to open.

You walk down the opposite hallway and finally find one of the bedrooms, which is pretty extravagant to say the least compared to the rest of the house.

You look at it in shock, from the pure red blood bed sheets with golden tips to the golden headboard with silver butterfly piercings indented into it.

Then, there's the pure white carpet placed in the center of the room. Finally, there is a wooden closet at the end of the room.

You gasp in shock at how pretty it is before taking notice of the basket of fruit placed directly on the bed. You tilt your head in confusion before finally entering the room.

You approach the basket placed on the bed and finally take notice on a note placed next to it, written in another language.

Whatever you think to yourself as you decide, you should show the rest of your friends the basket.

“Hey guys I found this basket in one of the bedrooms!”

You say as you finally enter the kitchen, which causes Cady and Jacob to turn their heads towards me in curiosity. “Oh, you did What's in it? Let me see,”

Jacob says as he snatches the basket from your hands and searches through it.

Cady sighs in annoyance at his eager behavior.

“Damn it theirs nothing interesting in here just a bunch of fruit and crap.” jacob sighs in annoyance and throws the basket back towards me which causes me to stumble and catch it.

Cady glares at jacob “ stop being an ass jacob” jacob rolls his eyes and mumbkes a whatever before getting back to cooking with cady.

You sigh as you exit the kitchen and enter the living room. You place down the basket next to Mia.

you notice her annoyed expression. “Whats wrong Mia?” mia look towards you and shakes her head in defeat “i cant get any damn service out here!”

you chuckle at her whining behavior in return she pouts towards you but finally takes notice of the basket next to you both “whats that?” she says as she points towards the basket.

“It's just something I found in one of the bedrooms I came across while exploring i dont think it has anything interesting in it all it has is fresh fruit.”

Mia sighs and nods before standing up to grab her backpack and open her laptop and grab her papers.

“since dinner's cooking do you wanna help me fill out these papers, the professor said we had to document everything so might as well start.”

you nod your head in agreement mumbling a sure before being handed a few papers to help fill out.

Finally, for what seems like an hour, cady comes back towards you both to inform you guys dinner is ready which causes you and Mia to sigh in relief.

You both make your way towards the kitchen, which has four plates of pasta placed out on the counter for you all to grab you and mia mutter a thanks as you make you way back towards the couch to coutinue your work, which leaves Cady and Jacob to eat together.

After three more hours of work you and mia finally completed the worksheets needed for today sighing in relief you then state

“I’m going to go and get ready for bed ill see you tommrow mia, dont try and overwork yourself okay? You need to get rest as well since we have a busy day tomorrow.”

mia sighs in annoyance at your worry and nods “yeah yeah dont worry about me just get to bed sleepy head”

you sigh at her nickname and nod your head in amusement as you rab your luggage from the couch and make your way to one of the bedrooms in the cabin.

You pass Jacobs and Cady's room, them having already fallen asleep beforehand.

You finally approach the bedroom you explored beforehand, having decided you'll just sleep in there for the night.

But before you can enter, you hear a strange noise coming from inside,which causes you to halt in your footsteps.

Suddenly, you feel like you're being watched, which causes a shiver to go down your spine. You shake off the feeling before finally entering the bedroom again.

You place down your luggage next to the wooden closet. You sigh as you crouch down next to your suitcase and open it to grab a fresh pair of pajamas and your medication for the night.

You finally finish changing as you hop into bed, laying down on the plush pillows You reluctantly try to fall asleep.

You still feel like you're being watched, but this time, you can't brush the feeling off, which heightens your anxiety.

But after an hour of staying awake, you finally fall asleep only to be woken up again by the noise of the door to the bedroom being opened, which causes you to freeze, you then hear quiet footsteps approach your bed which causes you to hold your breath silently.

You then feel a cold hand on your forehead caressing you like a parent would to your child as the figure starts to hum a soft lullaby which reluctantly causes you to drift back asleep.

But before you fall asleep you hear one last word from the person “dont worry baby youll be home soon.” but before you can process the words you fall asleep.

You yawn as you open your eyes to the sun drifting into the room through the slightly cracked window placed next to your bed.

You rub your eyes in exhaustment as you sit up to look around in the room. What catches your attention though is the piece stuffed animal placed next to your bedside table.

You widden your eyes at the plush lamb finding it absolutely cute your carefully pick it up and inspect it before placing it down on your bed deciding to keep it.

You stand up from the bed ad yawn walking towards your suitcase to grab your clothes.

You finally finish changing and step out of your bedroom as you walk towards the kitchen were jacob and cady are up conversing while mia is doing her makeup in the living room.

“Hey sleepyhead did you sleep well?”

cady says in amusement which causes you to nod hesotantly still thinking abou the events that happened last night.

“well we got a busy day today so you better be prepared to walk alot!”

jacob says as he bites out of a piece of bacon presented on the counters which you nod in agreement.

Mia finally exits the living room “are you guys ready to go? I already have the gear ready so we can document.” you, cady and jacob nod in agreement.

You then go towards the living room to grab some of the gear with the help of Jacob and cady.

You all then exit the cabin and walk down the same long pathway towards the town square of the community.

You sigh in relief as you all finally enter the twon square which causes the commonity members to stare at you all as you enter.

“what’s first on the list of stuff we have to do?” you ask in curiosity “well first we have to gather information on the resources they grow and make here so maybe we hould interview some of the farmers first?”

mia says qustionly, you nod your head in agreement. Jacob and Cady also nod their head, agreeing with Mia.

“alright then, off to the fields we go!” mia says as she approaches a female wearing a lamb mask. “excuse me Ms. if you dont mind could you point us in the direction of the feilds were the farmers work?” mia asks confidently which causes the female to nod and point ahead downanother path.

Mia mutters a thank you and walks off. You three follow behind her as you examine your surroundings.

But you can't help but feel like you're being watched again, which causes you to look around frantically, paranoia creeping up on you.

Finally, after a long walk, you four make it to the grass fields were some community members farm fruit and vegetables. This amazes you, to say the least, on how much effort these people put in to keep the community afloat.

“Okay, (name) you can stay here while we go and interview some of the farmers. Don't wander off, okay?”

You nod in agreement as your friends walk ahead and leave you on your own. But something catches your attention.

A community member struggling with a basket of fruit. You rush over to help her with the basket as you help her put it down.

Then you take notice of how old she looks and a worry look crosses your face.

“oh well thank you dearie for the help my old back hasnt been like it used to be when i was younger.” the woman says in a motherly tone smiling warmly at you behind the tiger mask over her face.

“Its no problem, ma’am im just glad i could help. Is your back okay?” you say in a worried tone. Which causes her to chuckle in amusement. “Oh, im perfectly fine dearie ive been through worse but i do appreciate your help this is the first time outsiders have been as nice as you.” you stare at her in confusion at her statement which causes her tone to turn solemnly.

“we haven’t had the best experience with outsiders as a whole. There have been few that have been here before hand that werent the nicest but of course, we took care of them!”

you look at her sympathetically, but her last sentence catches you off guard. What could she have meant by that? But before you could ask her, she was already walking away.

You sigh in annoyance but shrug it off, deciding to sit down in the grass fields and wait patiently for your friends to return. Hopefully, they’ll be back soon, you think to yourself as you gaze up at the sun.

fiddling with the dandelion in your hand as you slowly start to doze off. But before you could fully fall aslee,p you feel a small tug on your shirt.

And you're surprised to be faced with a child no older than 6 sitting next to you and fiddling with your shirt. You hadn't even heard him approach you. But you smile softly at him, which causes the little boy to flinch.

From what you can tell, he has strawberry-blonde hair and blue eyes with the same white dress that you see all the other members wear he also wears a bird like mask on his face.

“hi, little one do you need something?” you say in an affectionate tone.

You always did have a soft spot for kids. He looks up at you in wonder before muttering, “I... I like your s-shirt,” he says timidly, which causes you to soften your gaze at his timid nature.

You carefully pick him up and set him in your lap.

He continues to fiddle with your shirt as he cuddles against you, which causes you to chuckle as you comb your fingers through his silky soft hair.

He cuddles closer to you before finally falling asleep. The scene just looks to serene and feels so peaceful.

You don't remember the last time you felt like this. Felt at peace.

But of course that peace has to be interrupted at some point as your about to close your eyes, you hear the talking if your friends as they approach you.

I guess they finished you think to yourself.

The noise causes the little boy to wake up in confusion but when he sees your friends approaching his grip on your shirt tightens as he galres at them This suprises you of course.

Your friends stop in their tracks as they quietly wisper to each other but to break the tense silence,e you wave them over.

They hesitantly approach causing the little boy to glare even more,e but he still grips onto your shirt.

“hey guys, are you done doing interviews with the farmers?” you say hesitantly trying to ease the tension forming. “yeah, we finished.” Jacob says sharply, and you can sense hes on edge, which causes you to furrow your brows in concern.

“Did something happen? You all seem..tense.” you say in concern as you inspect them. “Well-” but before Jacob could finish what he was saying Mia interrupted him sending a glare to jacob “nothing happened, so you dont need to worry now lets continue our interview so we can get it done before the so-called banquet we were invited to tonight.”

Mia says in a snipped tone clearly not wanting to waste any more time. You flinch at her harsh tone and nod reluctantly in agreement.

Your flinch doesn't go unnoticed by the little boy though as he glares even harder at your friends.

Of course, this goes unnoticed by you, but your friends do clearly notice and their shoulders tense at the harsh glare the boy is receiving to them.

You grab the little boy and place him off of your lap and stand up and dust the grass off your clothes. This causes the boy to pout behind the mask, having wanted to stay next to you a little more longer. But he doesn't voice this because he doesn't want to upset you, you ruffle his hair as you turn to face your friends as you happily converse with them.

But unnoticed to you the boy is having an inner turmoil of his own. Why do they have to capture your attention.

You shouldnt even be looking in their direction your friends are just a waste of space, not worthy of your presence because your his, his sister and he would be damned to let these insects ruin that.

Mama always have said outsiders are nasty people and now hes starting to believe it. But he hopes you can stay here forever with him and the community. Hes sure youd be very very happy.

Plus it's not like you’d miss your own boring life anyways right? You could have everything you need here. A loving community that is ready to do whatever it takes to keep you. And he hopes that that's what his community decides to do. Because he wants you to stay no matter what it takes.

You're extremely tired after four long hours of interviews and interactions with the other community members, you're finally glad the banquet came around the corner faster than expected because you were starting to grow extremely hungry.

Of course you weren’t the only one you noticed how antsy Jacob has been getting, clearly he’s hungry as well.

But the strange is that the little boy from earlier has been following you like a lost puppy which is cute of course but it still bothers you that his parents havent come looking for him at all and when you asked him he just said

“mama and papa are just busy! But thdey know im safe!” which of course has you smiling in relief but you still held that sense of worry.

As the hours stretched on your finally learnt his name, it was Abner. It was a cute name to say the least. But back to the present at hand, you four finally finished all interview needed for the first day and were getting ready for the banquet at 9:00. Which of course, Mia told us we had to dress “presentable” whatever the hell that means.

Of course, you didnt pack anything presentable to her standards so you opted for a black dress shirt and some formal pants with sneakers.

You sigh in contempt as you finally finish brushing out your hair and styling it.

You then exit your room. Then head towards the living room to wait for the rest of your friends to finish getting ready. You then spot jacob already dressed and ready to go as he scrolls on his phone.

Your smile softens when yo see him you then take a seat next to him on the old couch. He notices your presence and smirks “ look at you all fancy looking you look hot.” he jokes as you nudge him in the shoulder, playfully muttering a shut up.

After 30 more minutes of waiting Mia and Cady finally enter the room in ruffles dresses and high heels you sigh and roll your eyes at their so called “presentable outfit” “that’s what you all are gonna wear its not a ball you know?” you say jokily which earns you a galre from Mia and a scoff.

You chuckle again, putting your hands up in mock surrender but before mia could respond cady cuts in.

“stop teasing okay? We have to get a move on so we wont be late we are meeting with the leaders of this so called community. So we have to make a good impresion so we can get as much information as possible so we can pass this extra credit.”

Cady states sternly which causes you all to nod your heads reluctantly in agreement. Not wanting to argue any further you and jacob stand up and make your way to the front door ready to go, cady and mia follow behind you two.

You four exit the cabin and make you way down the path leading towards the community center. You look up towards the moon shining down on all of you.

You’ve always been fascinated by the moon and how it reflects. In your opinion, you say its absolutely beautiful everything about this place is beautiful

Finally, after minutes of walking, you all arrive at the community center and walk towards another pathway leading towards the great hall, an imposing structure that is made out of wood.

After 5 minutes of walking, you all finally arrived at the entrance of the great hall You can see the light peeking out from the large imposing door.

You four walk up the wooden stairs, and Jacob opens the wooden door allowing you three to enter in first.

Mia goes in first then cady, then you as you finally enter the great hall you are in awe at the scenery and design of the place.

From the flower decorations hung up on the walls to the candles and fruits then their is white tablecloth placed on the tables with a bunch of fresh food.

From chicken and beef to vegetables and fruit. All sorts of varieties littered the table which makes your mouth water and your stomach grumble in hunger.

You then take notice of the statue of a naked man standing at the end of the room with a large star like window placed behind him.

It's amazing how people who only depended on natural resources could make all of this happen.

Then you noticed the hundreds, maybe thousands of stairs boring into your back. You look around, finally noticing the community members are not only staring at your friends but specifically at you. Which creeps you out, to say the least.

But what shocks you even more is the 6 imposing figures placed infront of the imposing statue placed infront of the star window. To say they are intimidating is an underestimating it, they loom absolutely terrifying.

But one of the members you recognize as the pretty lady from yesterday which makes you widen your eyes in shock. She catches your gaze a smiles softly standing up to approach you.

You stagger back in shock to shocked to speak “hello its nice to see you again foreigner i would like to request that you join us for supper our leader would like to formally meet you as well as our officials.”

You look at her in shock but realize that you don't have any room for argument, noticing the serious tone her voice holds.

So, with a heavy heart, you nod in agreement, which causes her to light up and smile warmly. She grabs your arm and pulls you forward which causes you to stagger back.

But you reluctantly follow her to the table she pulls the chair out for you and allows you to sit down next to a very tall man. She then takes her seat next to you

“our leader will be here very soon so please dont mind his tartiness. Oh! I never got to introduce myself! My name is Ezra! Whats your name little one.” you pause deciding whether or not it would be a good idea to tell her but you decide to.

“My name is (name).” you say timidly, which causes the female to coo at your shy nature. Which causes you to blush in embarrassment with earns a chuckle from the other 5 officals. Which makes you blush even more in embarrassment.

But before you could respond a the great hall door slams opens as the gaurds from yesterday are stationed next it, bowing to what seems like a very large man maybe 7 feet tall? With long dark white hair that looks almost unnatural, he is wearing something totally different a robe with golden pattern designs with black dress shoes with golden designs as well.

He wears a bear mask, and from what you can tell, he is very muscular and has baby-blue eyes.

This unnerves you, to say the least. He's very intimidating, with a golden robe hanging off the side of his shoulder, and his steps seem precise and planned.

This also unnerves your friends as they glance nervously at you. But you notice the man is staring right at you. His eyes bore into your very soul with an intensity that is so extreme that it makes you uncomfortable. What is his problem?

You think to yourself, nervously picking at your skin as the man approaches with steady footsteps, as all the community members stand up to bow before his presence like he's some sort of god.

This unnerves you even more as his eyes continue to bore into you, analyzing every twitch and breath you make.

Finally he arrives at your table, standing right infront of you, ezra then stands up and bows the official sitting on the right of you does the same thing so does the other four officials.

But he doesn't respond to their formal behavior as he continues to stare at you motionlessly as you anziously pick at your skin.

He then reaches out and imoblizes your wrist from continuing to pick at your skin this leaves you in shock as you freeze in anxiety.

You can clearly see the size difference between the two of you. His hand can fit fully around your wrist like he could easily snap it at any time which scares you to say the least.

His intimidating frame adds even more to the tense atmosphere “ dont do that anymore child; you'll hurt your delicate skin, and we dont want that do we?” he says in a very soft tone which surprises you to say the least, not expecting his voice to sound so soft and velvety.

Which comforts you to some extent that hes not trying to intentionally scare you.

But he keeps a form hand on your wrist letting you know that he won't be letting go of it any time soon.

“I-i just do it out of habit i cant really control it sometimes when im really anxious.” you mutter timidly, not daring to face his gaze as he stares intently into you.

His gaze softens slightly, and he rubs circles into your wrist to soothe your growing anxiety.

Which doesn't exactly work as you can still feel him staring into you, including all the community members and your friends.

You’ve never liked being the center of attention so you're surprised you haven't gone into a full blown anxiety attack right now.

Maybe it's the way he's trying to ground you that prevents that from happening. You don't know, and you don't care you just want to get this over with so you can get back into that comfy bed and sleep.

But before you can dwell on the thoughts plaguing your mind you feel the mans hand let go of your wrist. He turns around to look at everyone else with a calculating look before that look softens to a more serene expression. “ let the feast begin!” he shouts.

He then walks over towards the seat standing right next to the statue. The chair looks more like a throne than anything with its golden pattern designs and the red velvet texture to it, you would think a king would sit on it.

You sigh as you snap out of your thoughts when a plate of food is placed infront of you with apple juice? The food looks absoulty delicious on your part.

From the perifcally roasted beaf with mash potatoes and vegetables on the side to the white rice with chicken in it. Damn you mutter under your breath as your mouth starts to salvate.

But then you take a look around and notice all the adults oncluding your freinds got some type of alcoholic beverage but you just got apple juice.

Thats weird you think to yourself but shrug it off not wanting to dwell on something not worth your time.

You start to dig into your food quickly which causes ezra to chuckle in amusement a she Coos at you.

“Don't eat so fast honey, we don't want you to choke do we?” this causes you to blush I. Emmbaresment putting your hea down in shame which causes her to chuckle even more. But when you took a sip of th apple juice it tasted very sour.

Which is weird but you shrug it off not bothering to worry about it but before you could take another bite, the chattering decreased in the great hall as the leader stans up to approach the center of the room, this of course catches your attention instantly.

“Brothers, and sisters daughters and mothers, fathers and sons tonight our banquet has been honored by the cesilatial god himself to bestow us and our community a blessing and so to thank him we will preform our ceremonial sacrificial ritual for our god and our guests as a thanks.”

he says in a soothing tone and you can tell his voice has a deep effect on these people her from their adoring looks to their devotion you can feel radiating off of them. It awes and unnerves you at the same time.

But what do they mean by a sacrafical ritual?

You think to yourself as you anxiety starts to grow. You look towards you friends who are sitting at a table near you and you also notice their anxious expressions.

But before you could dwell more on your thoughst the great hall door opens as two of the guards carry in a struggling woman.

Which makes you widen your eyes in shock and horror. The guards put down the woman oto the cement like structure of the statue and tie her in place.

Then you notice another community member come in with a large tray of candles a book and a dagger.

This unnerves you even more as you start to shakinly pick at your skin from the growing anxiety creeping up onto you.

What the fuck…what the fuck are they going to do to that poor woman. You think to yourself as you stare in horror at her as she screams and struggles and pleads.

This causes you to close your eyes and put your hands over your ears. You take shaking breaths as you feel an oncoming panic attack. But of course your friends don’t notice or are to shocked to care.

You return you sight to the scenes I front of you as the woman pleads but it falls on death ear as the leader grabs the dagger from the tray

“låt dem vara ljusa och låt vår gud ge dig gåvan av evigt stycke unge” he says to the woman before impaling the dagger in her lower stomach then into her right breast and finally into her forehead the blood from the stand leaks out of her lifeless limp body onto the floor.

You feel like your going to throw up as the community members stand up to clap in celebration like what he did was completely normal.

And you can’t hold it back anymore you dip down and realealse all what was in your stomach to begin with. You gag at the smell and pant feeling tears rolling down your eyes. Then you notice everyone is looking at you now again.

You need to get out of here now you think to yourself as you eyes look up towards your friends who are as equally shocked and disturbed at what took place.

But before you could say or do anything you feel the tightening hold of Ezra rubbing your back soothingly this disturbed you even more at how calm she could be when just witnessing a murder!

You can’t seem to wrap your head around it and your heart is pounding so fast you think you’d have a heart attack any second and maybe that would be for the better because you don’t know what’s going to happen next and you don’t want to find out.

You just need to get out of here now no matter what it takes you refuse to die.

Authors note: y’all I work so hard on this sooo please comment and like a lot I would like this to reach at least 1,000 likes that would be the world to me and I definitely am going to make part 2 which is way more darker and that’s were the more intense Yandere behavior comes in!

[yanchive]

Yandere twilight x reader

Honestly I haven't been seeing many of these and I wanted more of yandere twilight characters and their obsession with the reader.

I’m a very new writer so please understand and I would appreciate some criticism on my writing. Thank you for reading!

Warning: yandere behavior, obsession, stalking, violence.

Edward Cullen

Edward would be exactly how he was with Bella but with you instead. Unlike with Bella he could read your mind and the lack of care you had for the Cullen family and that would fuel his interest he has for you at first.

He would find where you live and watch you sleep at night and he would deliberately change his classes to all of yours to sit with you. He would start the conversation off normally but now he’s walking you to your classes and to your car. His family notices and Alice has a vision of your life together and fully supports Edward’s unusual behavior.

Edward would never let you meet the wolf pack and keep you from talking to any of them even if you were friends with them. This would be before you guys start dating but once you start dating you aren’t allowed to talk to anyone.

Edward would give you many small things that you like and even would leave it in your room for you to wake up to.

He would never let you know that he can read your mind he would tell you he had good intuition

One night Edward snaps and you wake up in his bedroom in the Cullen home…

(sorry I can't say much for Edward because he's hard to write for me)

Alice Cullen

I think Alice and Jasper would be in on it together instead of separate because they both love each other so much (same with the other couples)

Alice would have a vision of you one day before you show up as the new student. She would imminently fall in love with you and tell Jasper all about you.

Alice already set everything up, putting herself in the same classes, same lunch, and even the same way home all just to talk to you and get to know more about you.

Her bubbly persona would cover up her scheme of getting you to join her and Jasper back at their home with the family.

You and Alice would become good friends and she would even become good friends with your parents (like she did with Bella's dad)

When you finally go to her house she doesn't let you leave and Jasper uses his emotion's power on you to calm you down even though you know that's not how you're truly feeling.

I think Alice and Jasper would be in on it together instead of separate because they both love each other so much (same with the other couples)

Alice already set everything up, putting herself in the same classes, same lunch, and even the same way home all just to talk to you and get to know more about you.

Her bubbly persona would cover up her scheme of getting you to join her and Jasper back at their home with the family.

You and Alice would become good friends and she would even become good friends with your parents (like she did with Bella's dad)

When you finally go to her house she doesn't let you leave and Jasper uses his emotion's power on you to calm you down even though you know that's not how you're truly feeling.

I think Alice and Jasper would be in on it together instead of separate because they both love each other so much (same with the other couples)

Jasper Cullen

Jasper would get to know you before you even meet because of Alice and how much she would talk about you from her vision.

You'll show up to school after moving to Forks and end up in a class with him. He would immediately know who you were because of how much Alice told him about how you looked and how beautiful you are.

He wouldn't come up to you but make Alice come up to you because how much he makes you uncomfortable by his staring and he knew that. Alice would make quick friends with you and force you to meet Jasper.

You and Jasper would hit it off more than you and him thought you would.

Both Jasper and Alice would make you hang out together and sit together at lunch. When the days they are gone, you finally got the freedom to hang out with your other friends but once they are back Alice is wrapped around your arm and Jasper is standing next to you like a protector.

Alice wouldn't watch you sleep at night but Jasper I feel would 100% watch you sleep at night like Edward. Alice would give Jasper things to drop off in your room and you would wake up to new things every morning.

Alice would also get your favorite drink every morning and Jasper would hand you whatever your favorite food is.

Once you finally go over to their house you're not coming back out. Alice would hold you while Jasper would use his powers to comfort you even though you knew something was very wrong.

Rosalie Cullen

Rosalie wouldn't have noticed you until she saw you in a class one day and saw how beautiful you were.

She would be angry with you at first because she was jealous, her thoughts would be consumed by you. This would take a couple of days or a week she would finally realize it wasn't jealousy but love.

She would tell Emmett all about you and how pretty you are and he would grin the entire time she spoke about you because this is a first for her and him.

She would make friends with you and hopefully you would get over her rude comments about you at first because you know she wouldn't hold her tongue with you the first time you met.

She obviously apologizes for her behavior through luxurious gifts and food because she doesn't know how else to apologize.

Emmett Cullen

Emmett would fall in love seeing you practicing a sport you love or if you don't do sports he would see you drawing or reading a book in the corner of the lunch room.

Emmett is a simple minded man and he would tell Rosalie about you right away. Of course she isn't happy at first but once she sees you she understands the obsession he has for you.

Emmett is a social butterfly so he would 100% come up to you and start talking to you out of nowhere and would compliment you multiple times in one sentence.

Emmett wouldn't stalk you or watch you sleep but he would bring you food or some sort of jewelry for you

(I can't say much for Emmett I'm sorry)

Carlisle Cullen

Carlisle would be your doctor at the hospital after you had some sort of accident to end up there.

His unbeating heart would skip for a second seeing you hurt, he would set everything aside at his job just to help fix you up

Carlisle would tell Esme all about you when he gets home, telling her that they both might have a third in the relationship

If you're prone to getting hurt then Carlisle would just kidnap you right away to save you from yourself

But if you're not prone to getting hurt he would have Esme watch over you while he's at work and for whatever reason she ends up kidnapping you

Esme has totally already set up a room for you and puts you in there to stay with them for the rest of your lives.

(I won't be doing Esme because I don't really know what to write for her, sorry!)

[yanchive]

Yandere Superstar - Oblivious Darling

A thank you to the tags that inspired this. I hope you don't mind that this became the next post.

To all my yandere enjoyers, desperate darlings, and depraved yanderes I gift you the Yandere Superstar with an Oblivious Darling ~ xo Yandreams

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Yandere Superstar who absolutely despairs over having a Darling who is so oblivious. It's almost insulting - almost because nothing involving you could ever be truly insulting. The way that you seem so unaware of what is truly going on drives them mad and has caused more than one manic episode.

Yandere Superstar who obsessively searches your socials for any clue on your mood, likes, and interests. Doing their best to align their own upcoming posts and collaborations to what you enjoy. Screaming in to their pillow when you scroll past a collaboration with your preferred brand. Don't you see that it's for you? It doesn't matter that they have hundreds of thousands of likes. None of those likes belong to you.

Yandere Superstar who cannot believe that they, the very embodiment of perfection, have a Darling that is bringing them to tears just by brushing past or dismissing their carefully planned efforts. It's enough to have something disgustingly expensive crashing against the wall in a bout of frustration.

Yandere Superstar that starts to obsessively monitor your reactions and when they aren't the delirious praise they are used to from their hordes of admirers it brings them to tears. How are you not impressed? You are their soul mate. The only other person who is equal to them in every way - and there you are living life as if they don't exist.

Yandere Superstar who has a breakdown of epic proportions when you are given an exclusive meet and greet VIP experience ticket to see them and just give them a shy and kind smile. Letting others mob them and shower them with praise. You had smiled, thanked them for the opportunity, and then walked out. You had the audacity to leave them after all the work they had gone to so you could meet them face to face.

Yandere Superstar that decides that you were merely overwhelmed and that was why you had chosen to leave after shaking their hand and posing for a picture. Obviously you had been overcome that the love of your life was finally in front of you and had felt that there was no other option than to leave the room to collect yourself. It wasn't every day that someone found out that they were destined to be with the best of the best.

Yandere Superstar that consoles themself with the picture they had with you. Posting it to their own social without warning. Making sure to tell everyone that you were the "lucky one" who had won not only the opportunity to have a meet and greet, but also your shared picture posted for the world to see. Watching the likes come in and the jealous and envious comments at record speed.

Yandere Superstar who almost has someone kidnap you when you don't even respond to the photo and decline the tag request. Getting it removed almost as quick as it appears. You don't even care enough to react more than a simple comment saying it was "nice to meet them". Nice? NICE? That's not the way you describe meeting your destined love! Not even close!

Yandere Superstar who breaks their phone after reading that comment. They had done everything but publicly declare how special you were. This was the first time anyone other than themself was featured and you can't be bothered to give anything but a lukewarm comment? This is not the way your love story was supposed to begin. You hadn't even swooned in to their arms.

Yandere Superstar that, after calming down, tells themself that you are just processing what happened. You want to protect your budding relationship and that is why you haven't reacted more. You are obviously cautious of their fanbase and don't want to go too fast before they have a chance to see how great your love story will be.

Yandere Superstar who tells themself the reason the gifts they have been having delivered to you "anonymously" have been met with nothing more than surprise or a smile is because you are too awed by the fact that they are giving them to you. It couldn't be because you are wrongfully attributing them to your worthless friends or, worse, that you don't know who they're really from.

[yanchive]

Yandere Manager x singer you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: yandere male manager x gender neutral singer reader, he’s secretly pining after you, your own little stalker, forbidden romance ig, male masturbation, takes pics of you sleeping, non con touching.

You met your yandere manager at the bar. You had been a part of a small band that never really made it big, but you always had shone brighter than the rest. You were magnetic, already having that star potential, and happened to sit right next to the man who worked for one of the best record companies. He just got off work, his sleeves pushed up above his elbow, and his glasses folded neatly next to him. He never really liked to drink, he was a different person when he did, but today was a special occasion. You were here. He already knew who you were, and he used a second low-key instagram account to see your stuff. He glanced at you. Your get-up was cute. He assumed that you came back from a concert or party, as there was a bit of confetti in your hair. You wore minimal and possibly sweat-proof makeup, and your eyes were striking with the black eyeliner.

Your manager sort of fell for you the first time he met you. It wasn’t easy to catch his attention, but you managed to do it. He had slid you his business card, paid for the rest of your drinks, and put on his best speech to convince you to sign with him. You became a solo artist in the blink of an eye, your singles and albums making it to the top forty, and you had the fame you wanted for so long. It just came with the price of having a stalker. As a manager, he had your location at all times. For safety purposes… of course. He threw a cap on, tiptoeing around the city to spy on you and your friends.

Your manager was responsible for your fan club. He would never tell you this, because it was simply embarrassing to admit, but he made a blog to gush about you. ‘A hundred reasons why you should stan y/n’ was the beginning of his secret outlet. He was the one that started the #manager and y/n would be cute hashtag on twitter, uploading a bunch of pictures of you and him having a ‘sweet’ moment. He spent hours scouring the internet to watch countless of edits of you, and he even made some himself. His cold and methodical demeanor would disappear the moment he was in the comfort of his home. He would lay in his bed, giggling and kicking his feet, twirling a piece of his hair as his eyes lit up at the sight of you on his screen.

Your manager acts like a helicopter parent. He’s always on your ass. He never texts you paragraphs or long sentences, so he could spam you and make sure you had definitely seen his messages.

“Where are you?”

“Out drinking again?”

“What happened to being responsible?”

“You have a show in two days.”

“I’ll be disappointed in you if you are drunk.”

“You better be at my house in two seconds.”

“Two seconds or I’m coming to get your ass.”

He liked you being drunk (only when you were around him). You would mumble and whine, his name on your lips constantly as you complained. And he got to be your hero for a while. He also forbids you from having any groupies. If you and him can’t fuck, then you can’t see anyone else. It was as simple as that. He couldn’t stomach the idea of you being with other people, and that’s why he had you at his apartment 24/7. When you were traveling for your shows, you best believe it that he was with you too. To him, it felt like you guys were practically married. Living together on the same bus, cooking together, sleeping near each other in close quarters. He would never cross the line when you were conscious; but when you were sleeping… it was free game.

The yandere manager took pictures of you. You were so worn out after your concerts, that you didn’t feel him moving your body. You trusted him because he gave you zero reasons not to. You trusted him enough that you didn’t expect him to start peeling off your clothes. He wanted his camera roll to be filled with your body. He gently put his hand on your thighs, squeezing the fat as he snapped a picture of you in your underwear. His fingers would sometimes find its way inside your mouth, subtly testing out your gag relax, and filming it for his pleasure. He flipped you onto your stomach, pushing your legs apart with his knee, and had his camera working hard to catch up with his thumb. He rapidly pressed against the button, trying to catch all the angles of your ass and sex.

Your manager touches his dick when you send him raw recordings of your voice. You were a night owl, your brain never shutting down until three a.m. and you sent him new songs you were working on. He plugged in his earbuds, lying back onto his bed, and hit play. He hummed the newest lyrics, his eyes closing as his hand slowly traveled down towards his crotch. He palmed himself, feeling his dick hardening in his grey sweatpants. He wanted you badly.

Your manager thought you were perfect, drop dead gorgeous and fucking hot. You have this sex appeal that makes his knees weak. He imagined you whispering the words to him: the heat of your voice warming the side of his face, your hand feeling up this tip, and wrapping around his long cock. Would you think that his dick was impressive? Would you be happy with how much cum that shoots out? Would you love it so much to gulp all of it down?

“Fuckin’ hell. Take it down your throat.”

“You love this don’t you? My big star.”

Your yandere manager wanted to sleep with you so badly. But he swore to himself to not get involved with another one of his clients. He groaned, his eyes opening to stare at his blank white ceiling, and his desperate cock softened in his hand. He hadn’t gotten any action lately, and he was oh so waiting to find the perfect moment to be with you.

Allure: extra stuff! idk i feel iffy about this fic

this is definitely reader and yandere managers text messages.

[yanchive]

Tender Loving Care

500 Follower Celebration - Day 1

Ever since your parents had divorced, your life had gotten so much harder. At first, you were sure it was a good thing. They could hardly stand each other and fought every second.

But then your father had moved across the country with his new wife. Despite this, you were still court mandated to visit him during the summer and holidays. Your father often lamented about how unfair it was that your mother had primary custody and you never visited, but never once paid for a plane ticket for you.

Instead, you were usually stuck on two or three trains across the country when you did finally visit. For three or four days, you would be stuck sitting still until you'd finally reach your destination.

Your mother only made you go so she wouldn't have to go back to court and see your father's face again. Either way, you were miserable and dragged your feet whenever you did have to go over to his place.

Despite your fussing and complaining, you never missed a visit for your mother's sake. Which led you to where you were now, picking out an empty window seat on the second train in your journey. It was a few minutes later, towards the end of boarding, when a man sat down beside you.

You barely glanced at him, both of you minding your own business as he took out a computer from his briefcase and began to work on something. You were on your phone, just trying to keep yourself entertained.

As the train pulled out of the station, you finally settled on some article with an outrageous sounding title. 'Local Bullies Found Dead After Innocent Verdict.'

Of course, by local, based on your phone's location, it was actually from the area where you'd boarded the train. The article painted a rather tragic story. A teen, just a little older than yourself, had been found dead in the school bathroom.

Apparently, the person had been getting bullied for months, but the school had always brushed it off as 'children playing'. At least, that was until the body was found.

Despite evidence of foul play, it was dismissed as a drug overdose, and the charges were dropped because the bullies came from rich parents. At the very top of the article was a picture of the teen as well as one of a man hunched over in a courtroom, sobbing. Curled up next to him, looking absolutely distraught, was a woman with a hand on his shoulder. The description labeled them as the victims' parents.

Except, all of the bullies had been found dead after going missing for a couple of days. It was obviously murder so an investigation had been opened.

You felt bad for the parents of the first kid. Obviously, they'd lost their son and had never gotten the closure they deserved. Not that you condoned the murder of the bullies, but at least there was some form of vengeance...

"Ah. You must not be local if you haven't heard of the Williams case." The man next to you said. You looked up at him, and he smiled. He had a thick southern accent and looked friendly enough.

Of course, you'd grown up being told not to talk to strangers. But you just had to know more about it. The case just seemed so unusual, and you couldn't remember hearing anything like it before.

"I'm not from around here." You said plainly, and the man smiled.

"Ah, I can tell. Different accent." He said before glancing at your phone again. He sighed, his face hardening. "It was a disgrace, the way the trial went. Complete mismanagement of the justice system."

"I knew the victim's family. I knew him, Danny, before the bullying started... I just wish I could go back and save him from all that pain..." The man trailed off, his voice wavering. You felt a little bad for him, especially because he seemed to be lost in old memories.

"I'm Y/N." You murmured, closing the article. The man gave you a weak smile, wiping at his eyes.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Y/N. My name's William, but I just go by Bill."

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Bill was a decent seat mate for the remainder of the trip. He told you a little more about Danny and what he was like, as well as the aftermath of the case in the community. Apparently, there were quite a few suspects for the revenge murders as well as numerous people who had been looking down on those families after what happened, so the case wasn't clear cut.

"The police there aren't too thorough, though, so I doubt much will come of it. At most, they'll try and find someone to pin it on so they don't look too incompetent, but they have no idea what they're doing." He said, sighing. 

"That's unfortunate..." You said, frowning. Then again, you didn't have much faith in the justice system either seeing as you still had to visit your dad. You sighed, closing your eyes for a second.

"Speaking of which, what are you doing on this train anyways? You're what, 14? Maybe 15, and you're traveling all alone." Bill asked. You opened your eyes again with a sigh. 

"Visiting family. You?" You asked. It was close enough to the truth without going into too much detail. While Bill was nice, he was still a strange man who you hadn't met before. You weren't about to go into your family problems with some random dude.

"Same. My mom was complaining that I missed her fourth wedding, so I'm heading out there to visit." He said. You turned to look at him. 

"Fourth wedding?"

"Yeah. She can't keep a man. She always does something that makes them leave her, with good reason, of course. But she still insists I show up and meet her new husband, even if he'll only last a year or two, if shes lucky." Bill sighed. "On top of that, her new husband has a kid who's gonna be staying there. Not that I have anything against them, I've never met them... but it's gonna be hard after what happened to Danny. I'm still not completely over it."

You understood where he was coming from. Him being so open made you feel like maybe it would be okay to share a little about yourself as well. "I live with my mom most of the time. My dad moved across the country, but the court still says I have to visit him for summer break, even if I hate it. I only do it for my mom." 

"Yeah, I get that. I mean, I'm not legally obligated to visit her anymore, but I just haven't found it in myself to cut her off just yet." He said. 

After that random bout of story sharing, a period of silence fell between the two of you. Bill went back to whatever work he was doing on his laptop, and you went back to scrolling on your phone before eventually drifting off. The train would be going through the night, and your stop was the last one, so you had time to sleep. 

While you slept, Bill watched you, a saddened expression on his face. You reminded him so much of Danny. Maybe, if his new step-sibling was anything like you, this trip wouldn't be as bad.

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"Ah, thank you." Bill smiled at you as he helped to get your bag down from the overhead luggage rack.

"It's no problem. Are you gonna be okay alone on the rest of your trip?" He asked, looking a little worried. You just nodded, giving him a small smile.

"I've done it before. I'll be fine." You answered, taking your bag's handle. As you both disembarked from the train, you separated in the crowd. Bill watched you go, ignoring the urge in his heart to go after you. After all, something inside him just knew he would see you again at some point.

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You finally stepped off your final train onto the crowded platform. You'd parted with Bill a day and a half ago, and two trains later, you were really starting to get bored being cooped up. You tugged your suitcase behind you as you navigated to the exit of the station.

The road outside was littered with taxis and ubers, waiting to pick up the usual business clientele and bring them to whatever hotel or destination they needed. You, a teen who looked more sleep deprived than living, stood out like a sore thumb. As you scanned the hoard of cars, you finally located your father's.

As you approached, he climbed out with a smile, offering a hand to help with your luggage. You just huffed, hoisting it into his trunk without any help. He didn't seem put off at all, and his cheerful smile never wavered. At this point, after all the years of doing this, he was probably used to your grumpiness whenever you arrived. 

"This is going to be a very special summer, Y/N!" He said once you were both buckled into the car, and he started to drive. "Mari finally convinced her son to come and visit, and he's going to be flying in tonight. Sure, he's older than you, maybe 10 or so years, but I'm sure you two will get along great!"

Mari, short for Marigold, was the name of your stepmother. There wasn't necessarily bad blood between you two, but you definitely didn't really like each other. Therefore, you weren't nearly as happy as your father was for this apparent 'sibling bonding' opportunity. Not to mention that someone ten years older would be an adult who likely wouldn't want to hang out with a teen.

"I'm really sleep deprived. Can I please just go to bed?" You asked. Your father deflated a little but still had a cheery air about him.

"Of course, sweetheart! You do what you need, and you know where your room is." He said, as you finally pulled up in front of the house. You immediately got out of the car, heading straight for your bedroom. Your father, graciously, carried your luggage for you and placed it in your room before leaving you alone. 

You barely had the energy to change into pajamas before you fell into your bed asleep.

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"Oh, did Y/N already arrive?" Mari asked. She had been out grabbing some new sheets for the room her son was staying in. She'd picked him up from the airport after, and he was standing behind her, helping to carry in some of the other groceries she'd picked up before getting him.

"Yep. They're out like a light, same as always. You probably won't be seeing them til at least 10 tomorrow." Your father joked. 

"Their name is Y/N?" Mari's son asked, looking curious.

"Yeah." Your father pointed towards a small framed photo hanging on the wall. The photo was from last year when you'd been here, laying in the grass in the backyard. Mari's son hummed, smiling a little at the picture.

"Ah, will you please help me with these groceries, William?" Your father asked. The man smiled, although it was strained, as he turned around.

"It's just Bill." He answered, his tone a practiced calm as he started to help unpack the items.

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You woke up late the next day. The alarm clock on your nightstand read '11:42', which is now your second latest time sleeping in after arriving at your dads. A few rays of sun managed to find their way through your closed curtains but that wasn't what woke you up. As you lay there, wondering why you had awoken, there was a knock on your door.

"Y/N? Are you still sleeping?" Your father asked, knocking once again. You grumpily stumbled out of bed and opened the door.

"I was sleeping." You mumbled, crossing your arms. Your father didn't look apologetic at all as he mimicked your position, crossing his arms.

"Well, me and Mari have some errands to run. Don't forget to eat breakfast." He turned to leave before reappearing in the doorway. "Oh yeah! Mari's son is here so don't be alarmed if you see him. And be nice!" 

"I am nice!" You yelled, grumbling as you curled back into your sheets.

You tried to fall asleep again but you just couldn't. Now that you were awake, you were too awake to go back to sleep but too sleepy to get up. You compromised by just laying there, listening as the front door shut and the sound of your dad's car left the driveway.

About 20 minutes later, a distant sweet smell began to fill the air. Was someone making pancakes or waffles or something? That was enough to rouse you before you remembered your dad's warning. You decided your pajamas were fine enough clothes for a first introduction, plus you didn't feel like changing.

As you started to descend the stairs, you could hear someone moving around the kitchen. You could hear gentle humming along with the clinking of dishes as they worked. It was clearly a guy, but the voice sounded vaguely familiar to you.

It was only once you peeked into the kitchen that your eyes widened. Mari's mysterious son was the same guy you'd sat next to on the train. The one you'd have a very in-depth conversation with about his dead friend(?). He'd never fully elaborated on how he'd known the dead kid, maybe he mentored him.

It was at that moment that he turned around his eyes lighting up as he set his spatula aside.

"Well well well, isn't this a lovely surprise." He grinned, waving you over. "Well, come sit down. I made waffles."

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"Maybe it's fate!" Your dad joked that night at dinner. Bill was more than happy to explain where the two of you had met, omitting your conversation topic. You nervously laughed, feeling a little uncomfortable with the idea.

You were used to being an only child. Bill seemed nice but a little overbearing. You really were missing your mom right now, as well as the house that decidedly felt like home. You should text her later, even if it might take her a bit to respond with the time difference.

"Y/N?" You snapped back to the conversation. Your dad was giving you an annoyed look before he sighed, and the look disappeared. "Your mom called me. Don't forget to get your summer homework done at some point."

Ah, no wonder he was so interested in playing family. He must've taken the call outside, and even then its a wonder you didn't hear them screaming at each other. After those calls, he always insisted on acting like the perfect family for a day or two as if he could rub it in your mom's face from across the country.

In all honesty, your mom didn't care, but it made things extra weird for you for a while. Bill didn't seem to mind at all, easily blending into the facade of a happy family. Maybe he was more used to it because of the numerous step fathers he'd told you about on the train. 

"Well, I guess I'll go get started on it. Thank you for dinner." You practically dashed from the dining room before anyone could object. After washing your dish, you went back to secluding yourself in your room. You'd just started, begrudgingly, pulling out the homework when there was a knock at your door.

"Hey, Y/N. Can I come in?" It was Bill, who didn't wait before opening your door a crack. He looked around your room for a second before focusing on you. "Your dad wanted me to let you know that you can come to me if you need help with anything, okay?"

You shrugged, sighing softly when he left and closed your door again. This would be a very long summer.

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"Residents should be aware that anyone close to the coast has been issued an evacuation mandate. Winds are expected to be upwards of 160 miles per hour, making this a category 5 hurricane." A grim faced weatherman announced from the TV. 

Bill grimaced from his position on the opposite side of the couch as you. Your parents were out buying supplies to help weather the incoming hurricane. The area your dad lived in wasn't under an evacuation mandate, but it was strongly recommended that people begin to evacuate. Tension was beginning to rise within the house, and everyone seemed on edge.

Bill, who had the opportunity and an excuse to leave, had decided to stay with the three of you. Your mom was calling you every day to make sure you were okay, which was driving your dad more and more up the wall. He was quicker to snap at everyone, especially you.

"I'm sure everything is going to be fine." Bill said with a smile, as if you were a child who needed to be reassured. "Worst comes to worst, at least we have each other."

That was another thing, Bill had been steadily trying to get closer to you. He seemed very eager to take on the 'protective older brother' role, which was a little strange to you. He often said similar things about relying on each other, but you were pretty sure he didn't include his mom or your dad in those statements.

As if summoned by your thoughts, the front door slammed open. Your dad and Mari walked in the door, arms full of groceries. Your dad was clearly in a bad mood as he slammed down the bag on the kitchen table before stomping into the living room where the two of you were sitting.

"Y/N, get up and help out a little." He snapped, ignoring the fact that you were already on the way to help. You just rolled your eyes and ignored his antagonistic comments.

Bill was on his feet in an instant, walking after you to help bring in the groceries. Then again, he was stronger than you by a bit, so you didn't question it too much. He easily hauled up a bulk pack of bottled water while you took the easier canned foods. All the while, your dad was complaining about the lines at the store.

"There was hardly anything left! No water, no food! They took everything!" He said, as if he hadn't come back with almost everything on the shopping list. "Then, of course, your mother has to call as if I'm not busy enough already!"

You just helped unpack, half listening to his rant. While you were long used to his fits of annoyance and anger, they were new to Bill, who seemed to be losing grip on his temper by the second. You could see his fists curling from the corner of your eye. His irritation only spiked as your dad kept on lecturing as if it was all your fault. By the time he finished, all the groceries were away, and Mari was pulling him out of the room to cool off. 

"He shouldn't treat you like that. No one has the right to treat you like that. That's the same way those monsters treated Danny." Bill muttered. Danny, the dead kid who was the catalyst for your meeting of Bill. Bill still hadn't fully opened up to you about them, but it seemed like he was just burying everything, so he didn't have to deal with the grief.

"I'm going out. Want to come with?" He suddenly asked. You shook your head, still a little uneasy around him. He gave you a soft smile, the anger melting off him a little before he ruffled your hair. "That's fine. I'll see you when I get back." 

With that, Bill disappeared out the door, but the feeling of uneasiness never left. You brushed off the idea that this fight may lead to something bigger because fighting was normal in families. That was a mistake.

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Rain whipped the house as the wind shook the foundation. You and Bill were huddled together in the upstairs guest room around a single battery-powered lamp. When the rain had first started, Mari had gotten a call from her mother, who lived a little bit away. There was some sort of emergency, so your dad had gone with her to check on the woman and make sure she was okay.

That had been 3 hours ago. In that time, the power had gone out, and everything had picked up. Despite it being summer, the house had gotten cold quickly, so Bill had wrapped you up in one of his sweatshirts and a blanket. 

You flinched as you watched one of the neighbors' lawn flamingos get ripped out of the ground and thrown out of view. Bill had already moved all of the supplies up to the guest room, citing the imminent flooding that was due to come. 

"You should get some sleep, Y/N." Bill said. It was getting rather late, but it was hard to sleep when it sounded like you were stuck in a wind tunnel. Nevertheless, you lay down, hoping your dad would be back when the morning came.

Only he wasn't. The rain hadn't died down at all when you next woke up. When you got up briefly to change, you saw the inch or two of water that now covered the ground floor. Still, there was no sign from him or Mari. You also hadn't heard from your mom, but considering that the power was down, the cell towers probably weren't doing too well either.

There were only so many times you could play cards with Bill before you started to get rather bored.

"When do you think they'll be back?" You wondered out loud. You and Bill were playing Go Fish for probably the twentieth time today.

"They're probably staying with grandma because she's old. I'm sure they've been trying to call us, but the cell towers are down." He answered, picking a card from his deck. "Do you have a two?"

"Go fish." You numbly answered, staring out the rain washed window. Something in your gut was screaming at you, but there was nothing you could do but wait and see what happened.

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There was nothing but the howling winds and pounding rain. At least, that's how it felt. The radio towers were still out, so it was just you and Bill. It had just been you and Bill for almost four days.

The eye of the storm had come and gone quickly, so at least you could assume it was almost over. Hopefully, it was almost over. There were only so many card games and board games to play in the house. At least you were both good on water and food since you had the rations meant for a week and a half for four people.

You hoped your dad was okay, even Mari. It felt like your whole world was being torn upside down, and you were scared. Bill's overprotectiveness seemed to be growing my the minute. He was always fussing over you and trying to keep you comfortable and warm. You had even started to let him, just to feel a little safer and grounded.

The only time you ever spoke up about it, he'd brought up Danny and how much he missed him. You gave in pretty quickly once he started tearing up, begrudgingly letting him stuff you into another one of his hoodies.

You'd begun having vivid nightmares of drowning in a flood or being swept away. They often woke you up early, and you'd read or stare out a window until Bill woke up. Then he would scold you for not waking him up or telling him about your sleeping problems.

When you woke up early on day five to non cloudy skies, you could hardly believe it. Everything was flooded with murky water outside, but you were finally seeing blue skies for the first time in days. Even in the eye of the storm, it had been cloudy.

Bill found you, maybe an hour later, staring out the window. Your eyes were shifting from the floodwaters and the floating debris to the blue sky. The storm was finally over.

"The power's not on yet, but rescue teams should be forming to help stranded people like us." Bill said. "Let's have some breakfast, yeah?"

"Okay." You said, leaving the window behind.

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Just like Bill said, a volunteer team had assembled to help those stranded. Bill packed up all the important things, and then the two of you were helped into a motorboat by a kind lady.

It was only once you'd been taken to a nearby stadium that was being used as a shelter for those displaced, did you notice the buzzing within the bag you were carrying. You had all of the phones, so they'd likely gotten a signal now that you were clear of the more destroyed areas.

"I'm gonna go grab us some warm food and drinks, yeah? Stay here for me." Bill said, ruffling your hair. You nodded, sitting on the cot you were assigned. You dug through the bag as Bill walked off, pulling out his phone.

At first, you thought it was dead, but when you held the power button, it turned on. It was locked, but you could still see the texts displayed on his lock screen.

Mom >We're done at grandma's. Heading back. 10/24. 5:36PM

>Bill, can you unlock the door? We can't find our keys and it's raining hard. 10/24. 6:05PM

>Bill, why aren't you answering your phone?! And why is the doorbell smashed on the porch?! 10/24. 6:06 >Whatever you think we did to you isn't worth this! Please, this is serious! 10/24. 6:06PM

>Is this about what happened with your step-brother?! Your father said you were fine! We had nothing to do with that! 10/24. 6:07PM >Why isn't Y/N responding to our texts?! What did you do?! 10/07. 6:07PM >Bill, please. It's freezing out here! We might die! 10/07. 6:07PM

>We're gonna try to get back to my moms. I swear to you, William, if we make it out of this, you're never allowed around Y/N again. 10/24. 6:08PM

You froze. Those texts were from the first day the hurricane made landfall. Bill never told you anything about these texts. But these were from days ago, and there were no follow-up texts. Did... did they make it?

You dug your own phone from the bag only to see no notifications. A sinking feeling began to grow in your stomach as you checked their contacts. Both Mari and your dad had been blocked. In fact, you remembered a few times when you'd lent your phone to Bill the day the hurricane hit because he claimed his was dead and he asked to look some things up about setting up the portable radio he'd gotten. 

"Oh." You turned to see Bill, holding a tray of steaming food. He looked rather unbothered that you had caught him, casually setting the tray down on the cot. He offered you one of the steaming mugs with a smile, as if nothing was wrong.

"What did you do?" You whispered in horror. When Bill eventually realized you weren't going to take the mug, he sighed, taking a sip from it himself. 

"When I was 7, my parents got divorced." He said. You were about to interrupt him to ask what that had to do with him killing your parents when he shushed you. "I stayed with my dad full time, and we moved away. A few years after that, he met his future wife."

"When we moved in together, and she brought along her son from a previous marriage. He became my little brother, we did everything together. I was 10, and he was 4 at the time. When I moved out for college, I tried to stop by as often as I could. But it clearly wasn't enough for him to talk to me." His voice dropped, deepening with rage and grief. "Everything I did was for Danny. He was my brother, and they just took him away from me."

"When I saw your father yelling at you like that, blaming you for everything, it reminded me of those bullies who hurt my brother. I refuse to lose another sibling to bullies when I can do something about it." He hissed. Your eyes widened, finally connecting the dots. How he'd known Danny, the sad looks about the case when you first met. Those dots led you to a horrifying conclusion.

"You killed them. Those bullies." You said. Bill took a few deep breaths, calming himself down before he picked up the untouched mug on the tray and pushed it into your hands. The warmth did little to bring you comfort when he smiled at you, ruffling your hair.

"I did what needed to be done. Where I failed Danny, I won't fail you. And trust me, if they somehow manage to crawl out of whatever hole they hid in to escape the hurricane, I'll make sure they never find their way out of the next one."

You stared down at the mug of hot chocolate in disbelief and horror. Bill had just confessed to killing a couple of kids and possibly your dad and his own mother. You quickly took a sip of hot chocolate to suppress whatever instinctive noise was about to escape you from the mix of fear and disbelief.

"Also, Y/N?" You looked up, finding him smiling back down at you as if you'd just had a normal conversation. "Your summers and holidays will now be spent with me instead of your father. Ah, don't protest. I'll talk to your mom about it and get everything sorted out for you. All you need to do is continue to be such an amazing little sibling, okay?"

[yanchive]

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 ᛝ

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗪𝗬𝗘𝗥 𝘅 F! 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 . MDNI . NSFW MENTIONS . VERY UNEDITED

A freckled woman scrolled on her phone, her nails clacking against her phone screen gently. Her eyes scanned over a profile,

(Y/N) freaking (L/N).

A loser with little to no followers but somehow in a relationship with the hottest man she had ever seen.

She huffed out her nose, her hand playing with a delicately curled strand of her light brown hair. She clicked on your newest photo.

There you were, with that beautiful man again, he smiled at the camera delicately, the sunlight kissing his sharp features, the crystal of his thin rimmed glasses catching the light in a way that would suit a model.

She scrolled lower, this time the both of you were in some type of snowy place, white all around the both of you, a pretty snowflake on the tip of your nose. That wasn’t what caught her eye, heavens no, someone as boring and.. average as you could never even hold a candle to her.

But, your boyfriend. His pretty pink lips pressed up against your cheek, a soft flush spreading over his pale cheeks, his skin almost as white as the snow around him. She stared at his lips for what felt like hours, she saw how the corners of his mouth quirked up into a little smile, obviously enjoying the moment of tenderness with you.

Roma shut off her phone, throwing it on her bed as she got up, peeling her past boy toy’s hoodie off her body. 

She had seen that you were going out today, you had posted a photo of yourself at a mall. That must be your activity for today.

She went through her closet, her hands moving across different articles of clothing with distinct colors, textures and patterns.

She picked out an off shoulder top and some skin tight bootcut jeans, golden jewelry decorating her soft skin.

Roma looked at herself in the mirror, her makeup was perfect. Alluring, sexy and refined. She smiled a little, running her tongue over her carmine red lips.

The shopping center was filled with people, full but not the point it would feel uncomfortable or stuffy. You latched onto Alejandro’s arm, cheek pressed against his shoulder as the both of you navigated the mall.

He gazed down at you for a moment, he could stare at you until his eyes dried up and he went blind, it wasn’t even a challenge for him, he would do it without a protest as if it was just another day.

He sighed contentedly, this was perfect, the perfect moment with you. He nuzzled against your head, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

You pointed and awed at different things, whether it was an item of clothing, a book or a cute plushie. The male added each item to his mental list of items he would get you this weekend.

It was all fine, all was well until someone approached you, slightly taller than you, not quite reaching his height though.

“Oh my god! Is that my little (Y/N)?” A sultry voice called out, moving closer to the both of you. 

You furrowed your brows for a moment, arms letting go from your boyfriend to wrap around yourself subconsciously.

You didn’t even notice but someone else did, the man accompanying you did. His eyes narrowed in thought, something was wrong.

..Was it that woman?

“O-Oh.. Hey, Roma!..” You strained a smile, your own hands rubbing your elbow gently.

Roma smiled cunningly, noticing how your body language was closed. How she loved that look on you, that insecurity made her strive.

“And who is this?~” she purred, leaning closer to your partner, licking her lips suggestively, her long eyelashes fluttering.

Holy shit, this was your significant other? How were you even able to pull him? 

Behind thin silver frames, eyes like ruby gems peered down at her, silky hair draping over one shoulder, the slightest intimidating tilt of his head telling her to stay at a distance.

Alejandro was not impressed, his arm curled into the inside your bicep, hugging your arm close to his chest. 

He subtly raised a brow. He hadn’t ever heard of her, but he did see that you scrolled on her page once in a while, although all she ever posted was her body in clothing you can barely consider as decent one.

“Uh. This is Alejandro, my boyfr—“ 

“Husband. I’m her Husband.” Alejandro cut you off sharply, nails gently pressing into your skin.

“..Is that so?” Rome asked, well this was even better! He had done his vows, wouldn’t it be wonderful if he were to break them with your own ‘best friend’?

“You wouldn’t mind if I joined you both would you?” The pretty girl smiled innocently, wedging herself between the two of you, nails indiscreetly raking down his forearm to the back of his hand, her long fingers ghosting over his veins.

“Yes, we would mind.” Alejandro immediately responded, not taking even a moment to think it over, snatching his arm away as if he had been burned by fire. 

You frowned, knowing that this moment would come, Roma always had this habit of being a home wrecker. But it seemed that your partner didn’t even bat an eyelash her way, completely uninterested and repulsed.

He moved to your side, grabbing your hand forcefully and pressing it on his waist, his arm rested on your shoulder.

He glared at Roma with disgust, did she not get the fucking hint? 

The woman was not affected though, so he was a mean one? God, that just made her panties wet.

The three of you walked about, a cycle going on and on, Roma trying to openly flirt with Alejandro, him saying something absolutely awful to her, then clinging on to you. The cycle went on and on.

You were on the verge of tears, this was supposed to be a fun day out with the man you loved but it had been spoiled by your worst enemy.

You had begun to feel that burning sensation in the back of your throat, the corners of your lips beginning to twitch.

“I-I’m going to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” You squeaked out, finally sniffing as you brought your hand up to press against your mouth and nose.

The obsessed man began to chase after you like a lost puppy following its master, however he was stopped as a certain flirtatious woman appeared, hugging his mid section, full breasts pressed against his back.

If he had a knife with him right now, he would have impelled it right between her eyes.

He almost bashed her head into the wall next to him as he realized that she had no bra on, feeling the prick of her nipples against his lower back.

“Let go of me you insolent bitch.” He snarled, elbowing her in the side roughly, trying not to make a scene in public.

She giggled, as if not having heard him. Holding her hands up in mock surrender. Was he like this in bed too? Oh how she couldn’t wait until she had him under the sheets.

You wiped your tears, knees hugged against your chest as you hiccuped tears out. 

This was not fair, just when you had something going for you, that woman had to swoop in and ruin it for you.

She had everything always, ever since the two of you were girls she had always been the better one, she had developed early and like a beautiful blooming flower, you still didn’t even know if you had developed at your big age.

You flinched as you heard a soft knock on your stall door, the soft but deep voice of your boyfriend softly speaking to you.

“Sweetheart.. I’m sorry this happened, I understand why you’re upset. I..I am trying my best to keep your friend in check, but I know it’s hard for you to see her hitting on me. It’s frankly irritating me too. Can you please open the door?” 

You gently pushed the stall door open, wiping your eyes with your sleeve, not waiting a minute more, you ran into his arms, hugging him tightly.

Alejandro sighed softly, wrapping his arms tightly around you, “Awh.. poor baby..” He cooed, gently smoothing down your hair and placing a chaste kiss on the crown of your head.

His hands found your face, gently cupping his hands around your cheeks as he raised your head with them. His thumbs gently brushing against the drying tear streaks along your apple of your cheeks.

“Look at me.” He whispered lovingly, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. 

“I love you so much. You know that. I love you so damn much I wouldn’t think twice about burning this place down to the ground.” He offered a sweet smile, something only reserved for you.

Your hands came up to cup over his own that were gently holding your face, wrapping around his bigger ones.

“I have never seen you jealous. I don’t want you to be, that’s my job. Believe me that I would never, never ever in a lifetime betray you with anyone, not even if I was dying.” 

His hands dragged yours down, to wrap around his waist. 

“I am yours.” He quietly uttered, only for your ears to hear.

“My body is yours.” 

“All yours.” He whispered, dragging your hands lower to his hips “This is yours.”

Then shifting them higher to his chest, closing your hands over his pectorals. “This is yours.”

Finally, he put your hands over his heart, his heartbeat pounding under your hand firmly, steady, controlled, at ease. 

“And most importantly, my heart is yours.” He said louder, closing his eyes for a moment, a soft blush reddening his cheekbones.

His arms embraced you again, pressing you so hard against his own body you might think he was trying to mold your bodies into one.

“Let’s go home, okay?” He interlaced his fingers with yours, gently pulling you out of the bathroom and into the corridor.

He glanced down at you, gently bumping his hip closer to yours, you were a sensitive little thing, now he knew that. 

He thought all his rivals had been eliminated, however a slimy worm had slipped between his fingers. 

Alejandro needed a new method of extermination.

He had found a shiny red axe under a bed, brand new and gleaming under the light ominously. 

Now Alejandro has a new Roma shaped target to try out too.

@madam8 Hey!!! I saw your ask and wanted to answer it so here you go!!! It’s brief but I hope I wrote your ask in an okay way!!

[yanchive]

‘reader is a named oc’ then they are not a ‘reader’, bestie, they are an oc. there’s nothing wrong with ocs. but please for the love of god stop mistagging them as ‘x reader’.

[yanchive]

Yandere Brother

Tw: heavy incest, definitely yandere, age gap, stalking, sexual content, feelsbad parental trauma, infantilization, AFAB fem reader, A Lot Of Words (abt 4000+)

Self indulgent post. Feeling pretty down right now, just need someone 2 coddle me. This doesn't belong to any fandom or whatever. It is just general ramblings about an older brother who seems to love you a little too much.

Don't take this post too seriously. Just enjoy it as a fictional fantasy.

pt 1 out of 2 3

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Ever went batshit insane on your sibling? Cause they took that last popsicle stick you were saving for later, or cause they stole your charger? Living with a sibling for so long bound to breed some conflict, especially if your parents clearly favor one of you against the other.

"You got shit grades? Why can't you be like your smarter older brother? No phone for a week."

"I don't care if it's your birthday present or something you bought with your hard earned money, share your laptop with your little sister. Don't be selfish. What's yours is ours too."

"No, you can't go out with your friends. You have to stay home and look after your younger siblings. That's your responsibility, you're their older sibling. Don't be such an irresponsible piece of shit."

"What? You want new clothes? Why? Don't waste money, just wear your big Sister's clothes."

"Give your stuffed toy to your little brother. You're too old to be having that."

The worst types are those who would use your parents blatant favoritism against you on top of already being the better child. Smugly smirking at you as you get berated by your parents for something THEY did. Your parents won't believe you as you're the worthless one.

Maybe even bully you in school and sabotage every good thing that happens in your life. Like stealing your significant other, ruining your chances of getting a scholarship, spreading nasty rumors about you...

When you have that variant of an asshole sibling, its time to cut them off.

But imagine. An older brother that shines so brightly, making you look so dim in comparison.

He works hard, gets an A plus-plus for every single subject. Excel in every extra curriculum including but NOT limited to: piano, violin, cooking, karate, swimming, basketball, painting and chess. Extremely popular in school, all the girls want him and all the boys wanna be him. Teachers has the utmost respect and love for him, some even swoon at the thought of your big brother.

He is so handsome and well built, absolutely far beyond the image you can ever hope to achieve. Kind, charming and manipulative a joy to be around too. What an Adonis, he is.

Your older brother is everything you are not. The yang to your yin, except he took that white circle from your yin and made you completely pitch black.

It is natural, everyone would either compare between the both of you or don't remember that you exist. Always thinking your big brother is an only child and you're... Just there. Out of place.

You must be an accident, an unwanted child that was produced from a night of passionate carelessness by your parents.

However, your big brother isn't doing all these just to spite you or snatch all your parent's love and attention.

It is all for you.

Never did he once call you by any derogatory names, your big brother would only call you by an affectionate nickname or an endearment such as 'darling', 'sweetheart', 'my love', 'dear' and many more.

Which creeped you out. Your parents think nothing of it, it's just some brotherly love, right?

Yeah, the running of his slender fingers through your hair, hours of cuddling on the couch, kisses given to your forehead, cheek, neck, shoulder, knuckles and temples, brushing strands of your hair away from your face, excessive fixing of your clothes on you, frequent hugs from your back while you're fixing a bowl of cereal for yourself, sensual caressing of your cheek and thigh, the arm permanently wrapped around your waist and him being the big spoon in bed are all fucking platonic, alright.

Your parents love how he would never complain if they made him take care of you while they fuck off to do whatever things romantic couples do.

He is an outstanding chef, only cooking the things you like perfectly, just how you like it. He has no regard to his own or even your parent's preference in food. As long as you're happily and healthily eating, he's fine.

The last piece of cake is always for you, no matter how delicious it was. His fries? You want it? All yours. Your favorite pizza that happens to also be your parents' favs? Back off, mom and dad, you are a growing girl. You need your nutrients, hence you get the last slice. Hell, you even get to eat his slice if you want to.

He wouldn't touch anything of yours in the fridge, but you are free to eat whatever you want that are his. He genuinely doesn't care if you ate the last scoop of chocolate ice cream he was thinking about for the entire day. He doesn't give a crap if you ate all the snacks he bought with his own allowance. He bought them with the thought of you in his mind.

Why else do you think all the food he buys are only foods that you specifically like and very rarely the foods that he or your parents like?

If he comes back with a paper bag of takeaway, it's yours. No question about it. Even if he is sipping on a smoothie, you're always welcome to take a sip... Or finish the rest of it. Do you want another one? Big brother can always buy a bigger cup for you. Are you hungry? Want big brother to buy you a burger? No? Are you sure?

You tried being a good little sister by giving back. Never again.

You got your big brother an energy bar from a nearby convenience store once. Gave it to him before a field trip into the wilderness. He was over the moon, singing praises up and down for a whole fucking week and his doting on you increased tenfold. It was suffocating.

But... Not bad of a deal. An energy bar for a brand new Ipad he got you by breaking his piggy bank. Though, you wouldn't want to go through his lovesick fever again, so that was the last time you're doing anything remotely nice to him with your own will.

Your big brother will gas you up. He supports you in whatever you want to do as long as it won't hurt you or separate the both of you in the long run. That means, no drugs, no cigarettes, no parties, no sleepovers and no boyfriends. Or boy, friends.

If you're attracted to girls too, don't let him know for the sake of your social life.

Other than that, you want to pursue your dreams of being an artist? Big brother will support you from behind, guiding your hand that's holding the brush. He took years and years of art classes and he was the best of all, isn't that such a nice privilege?

Want to be a famous sports player? Sure! Big brother will correct your form and tend to any injuries lovingly, always making sure to give you a sweet kiss on it.

Oh, you want to be a best-selling author? Big brother has contacts, you know. All you have to do is just ask and maybe return the favor with a kiss.

An... Internet influencer? An actress? An international celebrity? He's a little hesitant on that one. Big brother will make sure to educate you on the dangers and demands of the entertainment. Frame it in such a way that it scares you off, look at what it has done to one of big brother's classmate. She took her own life because of the stress and injustice! Big brother says to stay away from it.

Unless you're hiding behind a fake identity.

But... Parents aren't as supportive? Wants you to excel in your studies just like big brother? They're seeing you as a lesser being than your older brother?! This is a travesty!

Whenever they make rude remarks about your performance at school, big brother always has your back, he is going to stick up for you and yell at them despite knowing he would get some flak later.

However, it doesn't mean big brother will neglect your academic needs. He will gladly pull you up the ranks and beat even the highest overachiever in your school. If that is what you want.

The thing about your older brother is, he is only supportive of you for things that YOU want (and things he considered 'safe'). No, he knows that you don't want to be a surgeon, this sudden declaration means nothing to him because he knows it was a product of your parents or peers pressuring you. He won't hear it. He will only tend to things YOU want. It is YOUR world and everyone is just living on it.

Regardless, Your big brother would patiently tutor you and help with any homework. With one condition, you sit on his warm lap the whole time. No, he won't yell. He won't get frustrated. Your big brother won't give up on you. You and him will work it through, together.

Let's say, you came back home with a big C- scrawled on your corrected exam paper. Your parents are indifferent. Family friends are secretly mocking you behind everyone's backs. Your teachers can only shake their heads at your grade.

But Big Brother... He would welcome you home with a warm hug, pick you up and twirl you around as he coos about how proud he is of you. It is an improvement from your D+ before, he is so glad to see your grades go up. Your older brother would kiss you on the forehead and tell you that you did a great job, he would tell you to relax as he makes you a warm, hearty meal as one of your many rewards.

It doesn't matter if your grades dropped instead. You could come home crying with a massive, fat "F" on your paper and he would still envelope you securely in his strong arms. Mumbling that it is okay to fail, you can always get back up and try again. He would repeatedly assure that he would love you and your 'F's will change nothing. He is proud of you nonetheless, you're always going to be his beloved little sister.

Big brother tries not to leave you alone with your parents if you come home with a failing grade. They're only going to make you feel terrible, like a moron. Whereas you're not, you're your big brother's darling angel who deserves the utmost respect and love.

Any passive-aggressiveness from your mom would be met with an angry scowl and an aggressively hurtful remark about an insecurity of hers. Big brother does not give a shit if his venomous insults were low blows that leaves your mom awake in anguish for many nights, she hurt his precious baby sister.

Any disapproving scolding from your father will lead to a yelling match between him and his golden son. Sometimes if big brother deems your dad's words to be crossing over the line, a fistfight might just break out. Big brother would always be the victor because he is simply too strong and large.

Or maybe its because your parents do not want to lose such trophy of a son. The only thing which makes them better than all your family friends and your parent's colleagues.

Your parents do get compliments about how your brother gets along very well with you.

Relatives and other adults found it strange yet adorable that the both of you never had any sibling rivalry. Your big brother would always treat you like a princess and give you the best toys, the best candies and the best gadgets. Any appropriate gifts addressed to him goes straight to you. Constantly spoiling you rotten.

They didn't like how he was super overprotective of you, though. He wouldn't let anyone carry you, only HE gets to hold you. Your big brother simply doesn't trust your safety and comfort with anyone else, he is even wary about the abilities of your parents. He was like a feral guard dog with exemplary parenting skills, skills better than actual parents.

He is the type to wrap his coat around you because HE feels cold.

You wish that you had a bit more freedom. Because of your possessive older brother, your relationship with your cousins is close to nonexistent. You missed out playing fun games with them, you missed out slumber parties, you missed out knowing what "going for a walk with the cousins" on Thanksgiving means.

No one dares to interact with you. Your older brother would surely have something up his sleeves to blackmail them with. You're always seen with him, either in his lap or in his arms. He is also either seen spoon feeding you or tilting your sippy cup against your lips or playing with you and your toys. He stopped doing most of that when you turned 8... Because you had a very public mental breakdown due to the humiliation of being treated like a helpless toddler.

Big brother still haven't broken the habit of gathering your food for you and pouring your drinks, though. It hurts him to see you grow up, but everyone must move on.

You were unfortunate enough to be in the same school as your big brother for a few years. The school you went to is fucked up enough to cram elementary, middle and high schoolers all together in one compound but different buildings.

The age gap of 10 years would mean that, when you're 5, he would be 15 learning about the mitochondria, powerhouse of the cell. Big brother dart out of class whenever it is break time or lunch time to seek you out. He would bring you away and make you sit on his lap as he chats with his friends.

If you want his attention, he would gladly give you ALL of it. Which... Kind of made his friends jealous of five year old you. They won't say anything about it because it's ridiculous and your brother is too hot and popular for them to do anything bad.

You get what those glares mean. So you try your best not to distract your older brother during lunch breaks, quietly eating away at your lunch (and his own if you're still hungry).

All your big brother's friends know about you. Because that is literally all he talks about. Endless praise and no criticism at all. He shows off your drawings to his friends and made them hype you up as well.

They know he can get a little... Unhinged at times when it comes to his love for you. But they knew not to question it, their reputation depends on his mood!

The easiest way to make him like you (if you are his classmate instead) is either to compliment you or give you something you like. But be careful, you don't want to give the wrong idea that you are a rival for his baby's attention.

You were bullied by your peers once in elementary school. You came crying and bruised to your older brother, he comforted you by gently kissing the pain away as he coos sweet nothings. He promised that he will fix everything as he offered you the candy bar someone gave him as a love confession. (of course, he declined politely)

And he did, he solved it. You don't know what happened to your bullies but they came to school, scared shitless upon seeing you. A week later, they were all gone. Your teacher telling the class that these kids' families had to move to another away for something. One was due to 'work', one was because of 'family matters'... It was left vague.

You knew your big brother had something to do with it, but... What could he have done to scare their families to flee the state? He was only a teen!

The both of you had respective bedrooms, but your big brother is constantly stationed in yours, that his room becomes a museum of your creations a library for his textbooks. He still kept that crayon drawing you made of a flower when you were four.

Unlike your parents, he had never dismissed your fear of monsters under the bed as something silly. He instead cupped your cheeks and pressed foreheads, promising that he would always protect you. To ease your worries, he would do routine checks in your closet and under your bed.

He would always offer to sleep with you. He's always the big spoon.

But there was a point in your childhood that you would continuously turn him down. Because you're a 'big girl' and you can face your imaginary monsters by yourself. Your big brother would just stare in shock before smiling, he can see that you're still scared. Tucking you in and kissing you good night is always a must, stroking your hair and singing a lullaby to ease your trembling self to sleep.

You would wake up and find him holding you close to him anyways.

You had always felt safe in his arms, but as you grew older, you felt that it was... weird.

As you reach your preteen years, you yearn for privacy. You wish that your brother would leave you alone to scroll mindlessly at your social media app. Instead, he would snuggle himself up against you and watch whatever you're watching. It's stressful because he would steer you away from anything 'inappropriate' for you. He would comment on everything that appears on your screen, to try to teach you the obvious. Yes, you get it. The t-rex chasing those teens aren't real, they're just CGI.

Texting your friends is hard too. He can see everything, you had to warn them beforehand.

He went absolutely ballistic when one of your friends sent you a five second GIF of animated breasts floundering about. The said friend suspiciously had to leave the state.

Speaking of friends, he only allows interactions between girls. But even so, he does more research than the FBI on them. He knows and remembers the lineage of each and every one of them, their contacts, their parents' infidelity Family Matters, their history from the very beginning and especially their personality.

No, he doesn't care if you and your friends are 5 or 18, they're all getting a thorough background check. It's for your own good.

You managed to get over your fear of the night because your desire for privacy was more intense. The only way you could browse the net without him breathing down your neck is by staying up at night. After tucking you in and accompanying you until you're asleep, he would go back to his own room to work on his university assignments. Lucky bastard received a scholarship from a prestigious university 30 minutes away from home.

It took you a while to master the art of deception. After a few nights of accidentally falling asleep and many weeks of getting caught faking it as he watches you, you managed to fool him.

But not for long, no matter how faint your eyebags were, he knew what you were doing. So your brother fucking grounded you. Your brother, and not your parents. Your big brother took away your gadgets and began sleeping in your room again.

Of course, this was one of the very few rare times he got upset with you. It is not a good feeling, you cried which secretly tugged at his heartstrings. However, he has to be firm because he loves you but you crossed his boundaries.

Your parents would rarely have any idea what your big brother is doing to you. As long as you seem normal and he's not becoming a 'disgrace', they won't care.

Your grounding continued on until he graduated and found a place to live on his own. During your punishment, your friendships deteriorated because there were no other way to contact your friends. You get to speak of this insanity to them only at school.

During which, big brother would keep you entertained by getting you dolls, do arts n' crafts with you, make homemade slime, story telling, instrument playing and generally live like a kid in the 70's.

Sometimes he would hand you his phone, which a picture of you as his lock and home screen wallpaper. You were allowed to play 'age appropriate' games which he installed in it when he's too busy to play with you.

Every other app was protected with a password EXCEPT:

His photo gallery.

Being the curious little girl you are, you decided to check it out.

Only to be met with thousands upon thousands of pictures and videos of you. There were selfies of himself alone and with his friends scattered around here and there. Maybe some pictures of his university stuff too, but the sheer number of media about you is horrifying.

Yeah, curiosity creeped the cat out. You're not going back there again.

He tried getting your parents to agree with his plan of adopting you and letting you live with him after he got a job and a cozy apartment. Your brother even prepared a presentation slideshow and everything, proving that he could provide for you much better than your parents can.

Of course your parents said no, because, what the fuck?

As a result, he cussed them out. Your dad and your brother got into a physical altercation which gave your dad a broken nose, broken arm and a black eye. Your brother walked away only with a few bruises and a cut under his right eye, he brought you back to his apartment and whipped up your favorite comfort food while your father was admitted into the hospital.

They were upset about it for a while but decided to not hold a grudge or press any charges to keep this incident under wraps. As a peace offering, you get to stay over his place on Fridays and weekends. You don't have a say in this matter.

But hey, you get way more privacy than before. But your older brother moving out doesn't stop him from popping in randomly to shower you with love and maybe start another fight with your old man.

Your big brother began earning a lot of money. His starting salary is so fucking high, you can't even comprehend how it is possible for him to get it at that age. Hell, you don't even know what he works as. He's rarely busy!

You thought it was hell. Your brother would send you to high school and pick you up almost every day. Sometimes he has no choice but to send mom and dad to do it, thanks to his job that you still have no clue what it is about.

Just like how it was in middle school, your older brother sends you off with a kiss on the forehead on good days. A kiss on the neck on bad days. You would bring your own lunch packed by him, still warm and fresh because it was made with love and care.

Your brother has a youthful look to him. Making a lot of people think he is your hot, older boyfriend. Which... Makes you shiver in a mix of disgust, shame and anger. The look of pure surprise on your friends' face when you tell them the truth is something that would haunt at 3am.

You dread the days where he didn't pack any lunch for you. That means he would purposely drop by and hand you your favorite fast food takeaway. It almost always would come with a bouquet of flowers for you and leave after giving you a kiss.

To your friends, they're familiar with this creepy behavior and understood the context behind it.

To others? Aww, how romantic. That's so cool, you have a rich boyfriend!

Makes you want to crawl into a hole and die.

Your older brother with his newfound wealth would spoil you a lot more. He obviously saves up for your college fund too, but he has so much disposable income that he gets you give you as much as a thousand dollars as "pocket money". You get to use his credit card as much as you want, go nuts on the online shopping, get as many cute but useless kitchen gadgets as you want.

He is at your beck and call, your big brother is like your chauffeur, wherever you want to go, he will bring you. As long as it isn't anywhere near the sketchiest parts in town.

During summer holidays, he would book plane tickets for the both of you. Just tell him where you want to have your vacation, he will take care of everything. Be it Korea, Indonesia, Thailand, Switzerland Disneyland-- No price seems to be too high for him, no place seems too far for him.

Your parents aren't invited, though. Which leads to another major fight between him and them.

(click here for Part 2)

[yanchive]

exhibit #2 - shark week

an installment of the freak shit march gallery showcase.

pairing: yandere!cullens x reader (twilight).

length: 1.4k.

warnings: non/con, afab!reader, dehumanization, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of medical malpractice, blood, slight initialization, and generalized twilight.

After moving in with the Cullens, your monthly cycles start to follow a similar routine.

‘Moving in’ meaning, of course, accidentally signing your rights to autonomy away to your doctor while you were so loaded up on sedatives the he hand to cup your hand in his just to make you hold the pen, and ‘period’ referring to, of course, the week or so you spent bleeding out in a house full of half-starved vampires. Carlisle claimed that it was dead blood and held little to no nutritional value for their kind, citing his children’s ability to attend the local community college without gutting an eighth of the students every month as evidence that your menstrual cycle wouldn’t cause an unwanted stir. When you reminded him that humans craved plenty of things that weren’t good for them, like chocolate and liquor and dubiously ethical affairs with their unnaturally cold general practitioners, he only hummed and asked what kind of products you preferred.

Esme usually noticed first. Sometimes, she’d catch it before you did, show up to your bedroom door with a warm compress and a tray of comfort food with only a kind smile by way of explanation, and you’d notice the pin-pricks of red dotting your sheets later on. Carlisle would usually be at work by then, so she’d spend her morning fussing over you, holding her hand to your forehead and forcing home-remedies past your lips until you manage to make her believe that one of her bitter teas had cured you wholesale. There’s a thin line between how she treats you when you’re sick and how she treats you on your period. One was a monthly ordeal, the other a hyper-rare occurrence in their meticulously sterile home, but both rendered you faint and encumbered, more receptive to her mothering. She liked it when you needed her. You guessed the reason why didn’t really matter.

(You used to assume that, if you were ever unfortunate enough to meet her, Esme would hate you. She’d see you as a homewrecker, as competition, or failing that, as a nuisance disrupting her otherwise idyllic domestic bliss. But, she’d never been that hostile, treating you more similarly to one of her adoptive children than her husband’s kidnapped mistress. It probably helped that her relationship with Carlisle was built more on a mutual affinity for make-believe than anything as fragile as love or passion. He was playing doctor, and she was playing dolls. He’d taken an interest in you for the former pastime, before gifting you to his wife for the latter.)

Eventually, you’d insist that you’d gotten enough bedrest and needed fresh air. That was when Alice would find you – waiting just outside of your bedroom door, her smile wide and your outfit for that day slung over her arm. As a rule, you did your best to avoid Mr. and Mrs. Wrong Side of the Mason Dixon Line, but she was one of the more forceful Cullens, prone to stepping on your heels and holding your preferred hideaways hostage until you relented to whatever form of dress-up she planned out for you. Normally, she’d be satisfied with doing your hair, testing out make-up swatches on someone with a skin tone darker than ivory, making you try on outfits that never seemed to repeat. On your period, though, she was a little clingier.

“Edward wrote from Belgium,” she’d say, absentmindedly curling her fingers inside of you. Most rooms in the Cullen house didn’t have a bed, so she would settle for the floor – letting you lean against an antique loveseat, skirt pooled around your waist and three crimson-stained digits buried in your cunt. “He’s so old-fashioned. Bella just calls, but no, he doesn’t want Nessie around too many screens. As if the poor thing won’t be fourteen this fall. Oh, and Jasper’s coming home tomorrow. He's already sick of Portland.”

Jasper wasn’t allowed within two hundred miles of Forks when you were on your period. Not after the tampon incident.

If you were loud enough, and you almost always were loud enough, Rosalie would come to your rescue. That was why she was your favorite.

Your time with her was largely spent outside, where it was a little more difficult to be tempted by the blood coursing through your veins. You’d sit on a riverbed with a book in your lap while she kept a measured distance, breaking the silence only to remind you to eat or drink or stretch your legs – little human inconveniences the others liked to forget about. Emmett, meanwhile, would take a more active approach to babysitting, pestering you to skip rocks or trying to make you laugh. Occasionally, he wouldn’t make it to your little picnics, and inevitably, you’d find a pair of your panties missing from your dresser the next day. Eventually, they’d turn up mixed in Rosalie’s collection – always nearly torn to shreds. You tried not to hold it against him. At least he had the decency to disregard your personhood behind your back.

You liked Emmett, but you liked Rosalie more. She was the only one who’d raised her voice to Carlisle the night he brought you home, the only one to continually acknowledge the issue of expecting a lamb to live among its butchers. It was nice – having someone willing to advocate for you. Or, to be able to believe that someone might, at least.

Once, you’d even asked her if she’d be willing to let you escape. Not even help, really, just leave a set of car keys where you could find them, or tell you where Carlisle’s security cameras were hidden, or refuse to cooperate while the rest of her family hunted you for sport. She’d taken minutes to answer. Time seemed to be an overabundant resource to eternal creatures. They were prone to letting it slip by in quantities that often made you, a being with fewer days to spare, feel sick.

“If I thought your life was in danger.”

Your life, of course, referring to your humanity. You doubted she’d have so much sympathy for you once you’d been reduced to yet another walking statue.

“It might not be something they plan.” And then, pulling your knees into your chest, “I’m really scared, Ro.”

She hadn’t said anything. When your attention turned back to your book, she asked you to read aloud.

Later on, Carlisle would come home. He’d spare a quick greeting for the rest of his coven, find whatever pantry or cupboard you’d attempted to hide yourself away in, and guide you back to your bedroom.

Intimacy wasn’t uncommon with him, but penetration was saved solely for your period. He was always slow, always gentle, but when you were bleeding, it was nearly agonizing – his hips grinding lazily into yours, his hands curled around your oak headboard, his unblinking eyes never breaking away from yours. No mind was paid to the unmarred white of Esme’s sheets. He’d watch lovingly as pink-tinged arousal dripped down your thighs, murmur sweet nothings as you cried and whined and whimpered for him to stop, that it hurt, that it wasn’t safe. If he felt like talking, he might list off the medical benefits of period sex – pain relief, stress reduction, heightened libido – or promise to be more careful next time, to have more patience in the future. Most nights, though, it was just your desperation, his adoration, and the dull sound of marble against flesh.

He didn’t need to sleep, but you weren’t so resilient. No matter how many times you came, he’d only let you go when your eyes grew too heavy to hold open, when your sobbed protests died down into little, sniffling complaints, when you finally went limp underneath his rigid form. He would sigh as he pulled out, not sparing any words of comfort before taking you into his arms. There’d be a bath, always so impossibly lukewarm, and then some humiliatingly frilly nightgown – more fitting for a toddler from his era than and adult from yours. If you were lucky, you’d still have the energy to insist on wearing a pad to sleep. If you didn’t, then Carlisle would get his way, and you’d be drenched in your own blood by the next morning.

Without fail, Esme would be perched on the edge of your bed by the time Carlisle finished. They’d both tuck you in – a pair of children putting their toy away after playtime – and you would fall asleep to the vile sounds of Esme lapping your blood off her husband’s cock.