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theothernads · 1 month

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𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 •·.·`¯·.·•

Synopsis: where you try and break up with your boyfriend.

Warnings: toxic bf (boo), guns, yandere!Jay.

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"I JUST WANT TO TALK."

When he said that, you froze up and anxiety lurched at your stomach. You're standing in his modern office like a statue. You're just frozen.

Jay gives a quizzical look and he fixed his blazer. You don't miss the outline of the gun hiding in the belt of his trousers. Your breath stops for a minute.

“Look at me,” He commands sternly, and you do. You try to hide the subtle shake of your hands and your flickering gaze, but you're afraid he caught on.

“Sit, baby. I just want to talk.” Jay sighed, leaning back against his chair. The only thing that convinces you to do so is the thick desk between you and him; it managed to give you a weak sense of security.

With a slow movement, you sat, and he poked the inside of his cheek.

You don't have the privilege of even thinking straight right now. Since when were you so afraid of your boyfriend?

Was it when he nearly bruised your wrist the other day because you gave attitude.

Or was it when he confiscated your phone because you were on it ‘too much'?

What was it?

Or was it when he confessed for the first time, eyes glittering with expectancy you never wanted to meet.

“I was looking through your phone, you know?” Jay started, opening a drawer and digging into it. You kept silent, biting your inner cheek.

“And, I've discovered something quite interesting. It's quite a shock, really..”

You don't want him to continue. You can already feel the condescending words about to prick you.

“But apparently, you want to-" he chuckled in a hollow manner.”-break up with me?”

There it was- the sound of your heart sinking, thoughts crashing over each other. Your gaze falls to your lap. Okay- now you regret even texting such words. Not because you feel remorse or guilt of saying them, but because you regret even texting such traceable words.

Unpredictable he was.

“Did I say you could look at your fvcking lap?”

With a swift motion, you glanced up at him, swallowing hard.

“Care to explain, love? These diabolical texts to your friend?” He carelessly slid the phone across the table, showing your recent messages with Minji. You have nothing to say, your eyes fixed on the cracked screen, anxiety simmering slowly at your guts.

Your thoughts formulate something to say, something that could please him, but you find nothing but the dirt of the truth.

Silence.

“Are you going to explain or-.”

“it's true,” you cut him off softly. You looked up from the phone to see his glower, his frown.

“I want to break up. I've wanted to do it for a few weeks now..” you trailed off, staring at him straight in the eye.

Jay blinked, tilting his head as he nodded, as if he understood. Though, you knew his buried feelings were igniting right now.

“Why? I give you my love, gifts, I let you even talk to your friend,” Jay listed, voice growing louder each time. You swallowed hard again, eyes flickering to the desk.

“I just need space.”

“Space? Space, did you say?” Jay stood instantly but he walked to you slowly, as if to agonise you. It was working because you flinched, breath escaping in short circuits.

“I'm your boyfriend, Yn. Since when do lovers need space from each other?” Jay scoffed, now standing in front of you. You chewed on your cheek again, eyes downcast.

“You're… controlling,” You uttered so quietly that Jay stepped closer, practically exploding with ferocity.

“What did you say?” Jay snarled, arms trapping you as they rested on the armrests of the seat. With your nerves jumping all over the place, you flinched. Though he doesn't care as he continues to stab your gaze with his.

“Controlling… you're controlling,” You said a bit louder this time, though the smallest tremor accompanies your tone. And, you thought you imagined, but you saw the small smile curl at his lips. Jay puts a soft hand to your cheek, rubbing his thumb right under your eye.

You flinched away a little, but he tightened the grip on your jaw, almost forcing you closer to his face as he tilted his head. “Darling, I'm trying to keep you safe…”

That was his pathetic excuse? His reason to build this wall around you and totally trap you in.

Inhaling sharply, you pushed his hand away, a spark of determination igniting in your eyes. You weren't going to let him do this once more. To trap you within these walls.

Jay almost glared.

“You're not… trying to keep me safe… we both know that,” you said sternly, finally holding longer eye contact.

Jay could almost laugh at the confidence, but he finds unimaginable rage washing over him, taking him to a path of darker thoughts. “You just don't understand. I'm trying to keep. You. Safe.”

And you shook your head in frustration.

“From what?” You snapped at him, and Jay smiled, eyes leaving yours for a minute.

Before he even met your eyes, you felt a cold metal push at your chin, and your eyes widened a little, a short breath leaving you. You felt your head tilt up, and Jay smiled in a cruel way when he saw the shock that swept over your eyes.

“I'm keeping you safe, baby. From this…” Jay clicked the metal, sending you to shut your eyes tight, chest tight with distress.

“I don't want to hurt you, Yn… I want you to be unscathed, safe…” Jay continued, the gun now tapping your cheek lightly and you were frozen, voice buried beneath that fear.

You didn't think your boyfriend would ever pull a gun on you, but here you were with his own nefarious weapon pressing on your cheek.

“J-Jay-.”

“Shh, baby. I know, you don't like this, but I'm proving my point, right? You and I both want you safe, right?” Jay leaned in closer, gun at your jaw, and your skin burns with terror, shoulders tensing up. When you stayed silent, he pressed the barrel at your jaw more causing you to whimper.

“Answer me. Don't you want to be safe?”

“Yes…”

Jay gave a soft smile in this dark situation, and he removed the gun from your jaw, causing you to breathe a little, but Jay leaned in, right to your ear. You flinched away, but he doesn't care.

“So, are you still going to break up with me, baby? You still want to leave my safety?” He asked lowly, threats falling over your ears. Tears stung your eyes, a shudder pricking your spine.

Biting your lip to shut yourself up, you let out a sniffle; Jay chuckled, still next to your ear.

“Don't cry… it's just better this way, baby. Do you understand?” Jay gave a deceiving gentle kiss to your ear, making you tear up more.

You can't take this anymore. You just can't. Though, he saw everything through tinted glasses and, instead of wiping your tears, he gripped the gun to your thigh, barrel threatening to bruise your skin underneath and spoke.

"The next time you have such a bizarre idea, I'll be forced to use this,” Jay said, putting the gun to your shoulder, right at the joint as your breaths became shaky.

“And I'll shoot.”

At this point, your voice was gone, it ran away from reality. You couldn't speak, to which he smiled, kissing your forehead before saying words that flooded you with distress.

“I knew you would understand. I love you, baby.”

A/n: instead of working on my smau, I diverged and wrote this instead 💀🤡

#fypシ #fypage #fyp #tumblr fyp #enhypen #enha #enh #enha imagines #enhypenet #enhypen jay x reader #enhypen jongseong #jay #kpop #story update #enhypen story #story prompt #enhypen yandere #yandere #drabble

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enha-doodles · 14 days

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Works in progress | ✧⁺。

These will not be posted in the following order , just written based upon what i remembered

Jay and female reader - both yandere

Enhypen reaction to you fangirling over some other celebrity

Matheo x reader angst - based upon bad omens song

Slytherin boys reaction to you being sassy to them

Slytherin boys reaction to you being in ravenclaw

Slytherin boys reaction to you being in Hufflepuff

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crooked-haven · 1 month

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BTS Reaction | You’re Jungkook’s Girlfriend

➭ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X (F) Reader

➭ Genre: Reaction

➭ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are purely coincidental. Also this is my work so please don’t steal!

➭ By: Serendipity_haven (Taexxgukkie & Crooked-haven)

Word Count: 0.5k

“This is Y/N my girlfriend I told you about” Jungkook holds your hand as his band members stare at you in awe. They have never met one of their maknae’s girlfriends before, this one must be serious. You looked at each of them individually and smiled warmly.

Jimin: Excited. I feel like he would be the first one to introduce himself, give you a big hug and even compliment you on either your hair color or your outfit. He would then probably show you embarrassing photos of Jungkook throughout the years and Jungkook would probably get all embarrassed and shy about it.

Taehyung: Quiet but friendly, probably watching you from afar for awhile before actually introducing himself. I view him as super chill and down to earth, so he would more than likely start small talk or introduce you to his Yeontan, maybe even take a few selfies with you and of course Jungkook.

Jhope: Another hugger, but not as much as Jimin. He would probably ask you if you dance or sing and then show you some of his dance moves. He is a ray of sunshine so he probably makes a few jokes that makes you feel more comfortable. I also feel like he would be the one to comment on your beauty.

Namjoon: Simple handshake, maybe even a side hug if you’re lucky. I view him as super mature he would probably ask you semi personal questions but nothing too intrusive, it’s just small talk to get to know you better. You would have to get to know him more to get more of a “reaction” out of him.

Yoongi: Another quiet one, but this time I feel like he would wait until you introduced yourself or until Jungkook introduced him to you. I think he would smile warmly at you and say something along the lines of nice to meet you or maybe he would tease Jungkook about how much he talks about you to get the spotlight off of him.

Jin: I feel like he would introduce himself as world wide handsome and then probably talk about himself or something that catches his interest. Maybe ask you who your bias is, and why it’s not him. Then go about his day, but not in a rude way.

A/N:

This was my first reaction ever so I hope you enjoyed it<3

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asherthehimbo · 5 months

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Characters: Nyx's children (Nixie's)| Halazia (Hala) pack | extra's

Information: Creature lore | Geology

Season one

Balance | prolauge

Pearl | chapter 1

Season two

New characters

Extra content

meme's | poems | scrapped ideas

Taglist [10/30]: @foxilsdenn @zzstar @glitchyaiko @brrrkdslek @scarfac3 @xavi-in-kpopland @conwunder @venn-ie @dahbee8 @idkwhatto-namethis

if its in bold/blue I couldnt tag you

Status:start posting February 2024

comment to be added to the taglist

notes: ignore the fact that guardians is spelt wrong at the synopsis

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bahllinsqrews · 4 months

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im also for yandere!riki !! i actually really like the idea of him punishing you after you try to escape or anything like that ^^

Hmmm, I'll try to do more for that, is there anything you had in mind particularly? Maybe how they started before that story???

If not, I'm looking for some sweet smuts too! Something to capture Nishimura and his good side

#kpop #smut #yandere #yandere story #enhypen nishimura riki #nishimura riki #enhypen riki #riki x reader

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cheegu3 · 2 years

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GOOD BOY GONE BAD | Beomgyu - in the nightfall

note: the new comeback has me more in love with txt again man 😫 so I decided to do short stories to post for a member every week if I can keep up - every member gets assigned a song from the album somewhat related to the story + every other story has a good or bad ending,

synopsis: The enchanted forest called nightfall was something you had been told to avoid ever since you were born, you didn’t know why, except for the fact that many people disappeared in the forest. Many said it was due to its size, people got lost in the rain that often befell the place but others talked of a beautiful siren in the woods, luring its victims in with their seducing and velvety song. You knew deep down that one day you’d have to go inside and you dreaded it. A vision of your little sibling walking into the woods and not coming back had been shown several times, it was a prediction.

Will you survive?

trigger warning: yandere themes, very creepy, murder, blood, gore, non-con kissing, swearing, suicidal thoughts

genre: yandere, suspense, mystery, fantasy, horror

((none of the GIFs are mine, if you feel uncomfortable with yours being used in yandere fics pls message me <3 :) ))

pairing: fm reader x beomgyu

wc: 5.7k

Dawn was fast approaching, having come just as fast as it did every day that went by. This was when the nightfall was at its most beautiful, with the light shades of the twilight shining through the tree-tops and casting a glimmer like shine on your family’s little cottage.

The cottage you lived in was by the edge of the forest and the official entrance to it. You had been told tales of how your ancestors were ‘’ forest keepers ‘’ with their only duty being to either protect and stop people from entering it in the first place - or if they went anyway and got lost, to retrieve them as they were the only ones in the village that knew their way around.

The tradition for your family to know the ins and outs of the forest had ended with your parents. They refused to become keepers but still shooed away any nosy kids lurking around the entrance, daring each other to go in.

So you had never gone inside, never even dared to step foot more than ten feet into it. You had this fear that if you went further, somehow, your house would disappear and you’d be taken by the monster living inside.

The both pleasant and horrible dreams you had of the forest was enough to win against the curious side of you that wanted to explore it despite your parents views.

Your little brother was the same way. He often played by the edge of the forest instead of the big backyard you had and it would always piss your parents off; they didn’t know that when you were alone, babysitting him, you’d let him play there.

You always watched him of course, it was your duty as the older sibling. Still the anxiety that something bad could happen or would happen in the future was always there but you wanted your baby brother to be as happy as can be - besides, playing just by the edge had never hurt anyone.

As the twilight was transitioning into dusk, you and your brother were the only ones still out. Your mother had called from inside for you to come in and stop playing but your brother seemed more interested in the forest than usual today.

He had this tricycle that he would always ride around with and on some days he would creep you out by standing still at the edge, staring blankly into the forest while sometimes humming a song and wagging the bike slightly.

He was doing this odd thing now too and had been for a big portion of the evening. You tried not to think too much of it. He was about four, it’s only natural to have a fascination with nature and especially a forest as beautiful and enchanting as that one.

Still, after about twenty minutes had passed since your mother had called last - he still wasn’t moving. Gently you lifted him off the tricycle and held his hand while carrying the tricycle.

Despite the few meters it took to close the distance between the place you had been playing, to the cottage - his gaze was still been glued to the forest.

You helped your brother get his jacket and shoes off and then went into your room.

The very next day all of the students of the university of the village - which wasn’t many - but nonetheless, had a big exam. Having been busy with babysitting your brother, you hadn’t studied too much and you planned on cramming it now, the night before like you always did.

Waking up in the middle of the night wasn’t anything unusual to you. Anxiety kept you up at times and you had expected it to do the same since you were stressed yet again.

You laid in your bed for hours, tossing and turning after giving up on studying. As the sun was rising the temperature went up. The heat along with the light shining aggressively onto your head bothered you. So you got up and went to the window.

What use was there to go back to sleep any way when the day had now started; you pulled the curtains back and opened the window. While your hand was on the window’s handle, an eerie noise reached your ears as soon as you pushed it open a bit.

It seeped in through the crack and made you feel very uneasy. The hairs on your skin that was already filled with goosebumps, stood up.

Immediately you slammed it shut and released a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. What was that? It sounded like something you had never heard before. An airy, dreary and clear sound.

One thing you would probably never admit to yourself was that despite all the weird and uncomfortable, obvious signs of uncomfortableness - there was still a small bit inside that wanted to hear more, almost willing to go out in your nightgown barefoot and following the voice into the forest.

The urge to do so was so strong that you had to hold yourself back, shutting the window was the best you could’ve done in that situation, you never know what could’ve happened if you gave into the urge.

Trying to shake off the feeling wasn’t too hard. The thoughts about the exam and anxiety over how it would go quickly seeped into your mind again and occupied it.

You started getting ready and was about to head out the door with a toast in your hand.

‘‘ Bye, see you later! ‘‘ you said before leaving like you always did.

No answer came.

An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach but you knew this had happened many times before. Your parents were morning-people and often got up before the sunrise to pick berries and do errands.

So instead of going a bit from your house to where they usually were this early, you went straight to school.

*******

Everyone was just as nervous, their pens ticking in unison while they glanced at the door, waiting for the teacher’s arrival. The regretfulness due to not studying was hitting you hard. You could almost predict now how disappointed your parents would be when you’d get the worst grade out of your class.

The sound of the door creaking open was the only thing giving you a break from your negative thoughts; just like everyone else, you glanced at the door any time a sound that could be the starting sound of a door opening was heard.

It was already dead quiet but somehow it managed to get even more quieter as the teacher’s face popped around the door. She didn’t look happy, not her usual cheerful self and she closed the door with a slight slam, quickly walking to her desk.

A stern, gloomy expression had settled on her face. Not even the jokesters of the group could make her crack a smile today it seemed.

‘‘ The exam is cancelled ‘‘ her voice rang out and echoed.

The classroom that had been filled with whispers due to the teacher’s weird mood, immediately went out.

‘‘ There has been another disappearance, into the woods, another boy ‘‘ she said, a hint of pain flashing behind her eyes.

You furrowed your brows. Some kids sighed loudly, complaining how it was probably just another stupid kid not listening to their parents nor knowing the true dangers of the forest.

‘‘ It’s...y/n’s brother ‘‘ the teacher added.

You swear your heart stopped.

The surrounding got blurrier by the second and the sounds seemed to dampen out, only leaving room for a ringing sound in your ears.

Their invasive and intense stares were on you, so suffocating that you tried to get out of the classroom as quick as possible - pushing through the crowd and slamming the door behind you, you pushed your back against it with your weight to prevent anyone from following.

It seemed that the corridor was the only place you were allowed to catch your breath. You did so for about five minutes before your family started to occupy your thoughts, followed by imaginations of your terrified brother, all alone in that forest.

You started running home, ignoring the burning sensation in your chest and pushing forward all the way.

The door wasn’t open. You weren’t sure why you’d expect it to be. It looked the exact same way since you’d left it the same morning.

The only thing that differed was your parents’ pained faces in the windows by the kitchen.

You went inside and your mother gasped in relief, hugging you.

‘‘ We almost thought we lost you too ‘‘ you felt something drop down on your shoulder, tears. They were quickly wetting down your clothes.

You pulled away, sharing the same pained looked your mother was but you still tried to hold the tears in. Then you looked to your father, wanting to give him a hug since he looked like he desperately needed it - judging by the way he looked absent-mindedly into the forest.

He hadn’t reacted to the sound of you entering, or you and your mother talking to each other. It was like as if he was a zombie, neither dead nor alive, just empty.

Your mom’s hand found yours and she stroked her thumb over it in an attempt to be comforting.

‘‘ He’s been this way ever since we noticed your brother was gone ‘‘ your mom said, a sad smile on her face as she watched your father.

He didn’t react again, barely showing signs of registering your voices.

‘‘ When did you notice? ‘‘ that sinking feeling in your stomach had returned.

You started thinking about a scenario that would make you feel so much worse, and you feared she was about to confirm it.

‘‘ When we woke up, he wasn’t in his bed. ‘‘ your breath hitched.

‘‘ So we went out and looked for him. We didn’t want to wake you though, thinking he hadn’t gone too far and was just playing ‘‘

There it was. The confirmation that made guilt hit you like a stabbing. That intuitive feeling that something was wrong, had been right after all and you had ignored it. While you went to school, completely oblivious of your parents’ and brother’s pain - they were out looking for him, probably becoming more distressed as more time went by without a sign of him.

It felt like there weren’t any options for you, to make it right and somehow make it up to your parents, except..

‘‘ I’ll go after him ‘‘ you blurted out.

Your mother stared at you in shock, looking like she didn’t know what to say. Even your father reacted this time, you had looked at him directly while saying it and you saw how his shoulders tensed up ever so slightly at your words.

‘‘ I can find him. Please ‘‘ you begged to your mother.

‘‘ Honey? ‘‘ she looked hesitant to answer your question so soon, instead walking over to where your father was sitting with his back turned to you.

She laid a hand on his left shoulder and smiled down at him. Her slender fingers beginning to tap gently at a continuous pace when she didn’t get a response from him.

‘‘ Did you hear what she said? ‘‘ she asked, softly.

Several seconds of an uncomfortable silence passed.

‘‘ It was.. ‘‘ your father whispered.

It was so low that you and your mother looked at each other in confusion, seeing if the other had understood.

Many more seconds passed and just when you thought he wouldn’t speak again,

‘‘ It was her fault! ‘‘ he screamed.

You and your mother both jumped. Then it got quiet again as you let his words sink in.

Your fault? He thinks it’s your fault...But how? You hadn’t done anything except for what you had been told to do by your father. You had never once dared to disobey him, talk back or get bad grades.

Your breathing got heavier, you stared at him as if your look would tell him to explain himself, but he of course couldn’t see you.

However, your mother did and she looked very sad upon seeing your reaction to your father’s hurtful words.

‘‘ I-I’m sorry ‘‘ the tears were close to spilling over now.

‘‘ Don’t apologise, y/n. I’m sure he didn’t mean it like that, we’re all stressed-’‘

‘‘-If she wasn’t such a bad older sister, then he’d never go missing in the first place ‘‘ he interrupted, not an ounce of sympathy in his voice.

‘‘ But, honey...’‘ your mother tried.

‘‘ You’re going, because you have to make it right. But I will come with you. You’re too weak to do it on your own. ‘‘

He stood up, his dominance being assertive, making you both know there was no more arguing with him - he had made up his mind.

‘‘ We leave now. I’m not letting you waste any more time, not when you could’ve killed him ‘‘

You nodded. There was no space for crying, and although his words stung and would for long after, you only had one thing on your mind - you were going to make father proud. You were going to find your little brother and bring him home.

*******

The walk to the forest was quiet, even well inside it. You didn’t feel too scared when he was by your side, and you were still close enough to see the house.

Instead, the focus was laid on trying to keep up with father’s quick and not very discreet footsteps - he was almost stomping with hate and bitterness, any time he moved, as to visibly show his emotions to you.

The supposed monster living inside this forest didn’t get thought about until your house was completely gone, covered by the trees. For some reason, the sun had started to go down, yet you remember leaving in the midday just after you went to school.

The panic hadn’t set in fully but you did look to your father to see if he had noticed. Clearly he didn’t want to offer you guidance or comfort; like he always did, he walked in front with his back turned.

But after a while, even he couldn’t ignore the quickly falling night. He went off the track by a few meters, underneath a big rock that was curved in a way so it could cover for potential rain.

You followed, sitting down at a comfortable distance and relaxed against the rock wall. You had barely been able to keep up with the pace and were now very tired and thankful for the break.

‘‘ We’ll rest here tonight, then continue once the sun goes up ‘‘

You frowned and hesitated, leaving seconds of silence before answering.

‘‘ But...Shouldn’t one of us stay on watch? ‘‘

You father snorted, like you couldn’t have said any thing more ridiculous.

‘‘ Watch? What for? ‘‘ he spat, staring at you.

You weakened under his eyes.

‘‘ I just. Well, in case there really is something in the woods-’‘

His laugh made your voice waver, confidence decreasing quickly ‘’-an animal or, something ‘’ you continued and cleared you throat.

‘‘ Nonsense. Go to sleep child, unless you want to stay up of course? ‘‘ he raised his eyebrow and then cackled condescendingly.

He gave one last look at you, making you feel even smaller - before laying down and turning on his side away from you.

You curled up; not feeling particularly sleepy in the moment, you instead just watched the forest as it was.

Although everyone was terribly afraid of it, most if not all would probably say it was beautiful, even from the outside. But on the inside it was even more so. The trees stood tall and proud, ever so slightly swaying with the wind, making them look like they were dancing.

The treetops were so high up that it looked like it was covering all of the sky, only letting in small beams of light through their top leaves. almost giving off enchanted vibes, the way the light bounced made the trees look even more alive.

You sat there admiring it for quite some time. Not sure how much time had passed, you got up when you finally got bored and started walking.

You weren’t planning on going far of course but naturally, wanting to see even more beautiful things further away made you be lured away - not even noticing how far you’d went.

All of a sudden it was like you snapped out of a trance you didn’t know you had been in. And you looked back, relieved to still see your father in your line of sight. Still, you were a bit confused on how that had all happened. You just kept walking and walking.

Then you heard it. The weird eerie noise, but now it sounded clearer and more beautiful. You felt how your body went into that trance again, wanting to follow the voice, yet there was nothing you could do to stop it.

Silent tears that didn’t match your enchanted face, ran down your cheeks. Anyone who’d see you know would think you’re out of your mind.

The voice got closer and in the distance you thought you could see the outline of a man. He stood on top of a rock, watching you delightedly as you approached him.

It felt like you were floating above your body, watching it walk but not being able to control it. And you saw yourself walk all the way up to the man.

He looked even more beautiful up close. You had seen it from a distance, his shiny siren like eyes that seemed to catch the light perfectly. Up close you could see the details you had missed.

Long, messy but perfect hair. It looked like he didn’t need to do anything to look good, he just did, without any effort and probably hadn’t styled his hair or ever worn makeup in his life.

You felt a deep rooted jealousy come up to the surface. Same feeling you felt when you looked at the popular girls at school. They always reminded you that life was unfair, just like this man but maybe ten times more. Others beauty was barely comparable to the man in front of you.

‘‘ Perfect ‘’ you whispered.

It was too late before you realised you had voiced your thoughts while staring intrusively at him, a hand subconsciously reaching out to touch his face.

He laughed, a deep but clear and warm laugh that seemed to go right to your stomach.

You had never felt this way for someone before, and you had just met him, what was wrong with you? Were you really as superficial as everyone else? Or was there something...magical about him?

‘‘ Why are you here? ‘‘ was the next thing you said.

The longer you stood there looking at him, the more questions had started piling up, although your focus had first been on his appearance the questions were bound to overflow.

He tilted his head ever so slightly, like he was confused or perhaps toying with you. A smirk slowly formed on his perfect lips and you felt a bit uncomfortable, taking a step away.

‘‘ Well, I live here, y/n ‘‘ his smirk turned into a more taunting smile.

He had been waiting for this since forever. Not only the part of watching you fall apart as you become scared of the beautiful creature you had once trusted automatically, because humans are superficial and foolish - but also just you entering the forest.

It would be worth it, all those years he had silently watched you, tried to beg you to come to him but you never heard him. He watched as you read fairytales, you loved those, and he would smile with pride as you always picked the siren as the most beautiful creature, opposite to your friends that would choose the prince.

What else was it if not destiny?

The way he had randomly spotted you once reading a fairytale book while pacing back and forth in front of the forest, was nothing short of a love story in Beomgyu, the siren’s eyes.

He loved you from the moment he saw you and he knew you would do the same if he could get you inside the forest. It would prove to be a challenge. You were too mentally strong; he needed to weaken you, to make you paranoid, stressed and feel alienated - just like how his victims did naturally, without him even having to try.

But he didn’t care about those people. They were only fun for toying with. It had been a great pleasure to the siren to watch them look at him with awe before realising something was wrong, as well as watching them squirm in pain when he killed them mercilessly like the monster he was. But you, you were different, he had to have you, if he had to kill the whole town to get you, so be it.

While watching you, he realised you had a weakness - your little brother. He was a lot younger and an easy target for Beomgyu. The younger they are, the more they listen to the forest without their parents’ biased views invading their innocent minds.

Your little brother just wanted a friend. There had never been a more perfect opportunity to make you come to him. Why did your father have to come with though? Now he’d have to get rid of him in front of you, and risk you not seeing him as your picture perfect soulmate.

‘‘ H-how do you know my name? ‘‘ your voice snapped him back to his reality.

He was about to answer with how you were destined for each other, and how you’d live happily ever after with him, in this forest while he’d let your brother out safely as a compromise. But of course, someone had to ruin it again.

‘‘ Hey! What the fuck are you doing with my daughter? ‘‘ a male voice from behind roared in anger.

Beomgyu rolled his eyes and sighed deeply. Things sometimes, to his dismay, don’t go according to his plan.

Your father ran up as quickly as he could and tugged your arm harshly, making you move behind him. He stepped back with the both of you, and in his hands he held a small broken off tree branch.

The siren laughed mockingly when he saw the pathetic weapon.

‘‘ You think that is going to stop, me? ‘‘

Horror made your stomach sink. How had you not realised it, all those fairytales and stories about the forest, all the disappearances; you should never have let your dad try to rationalise it or try to morph your theories into his.

‘‘ Father, we need to go ‘‘ you whimpered behind him.

Your father pushed you behind him further away, not caring about what you said but also refusing to let you act out on your own.

You felt frustrated, and more scared than you had ever felt.

‘‘ Who are you? ‘‘ your father barked at him.

Spit was flying everywhere, he had gotten closer to the siren who didn’t budge one bit. He still had that amused look on his face and that told you everything you needed to know.

‘‘ Father, please! ‘‘ you cried out.

‘‘ We can leave now! And look for him ‘‘

Your pleas went ignored. From your point of view it looked almost like they were having a stare-off. Your father looked so angry, you knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d do something he’d regret.

So you got up to them and stood in the middle. Facing the siren, was your best bet.

‘‘ Please, don’t hurt him ‘‘ you begged.

There was no room for feeling embarrassed or pathetic - not when possibly one of the most dangerous creatures was in front of you.

His attention focused on you again. He smiled widely. Maybe in an attempt to charm you but with emotionless eyes that said move or I’ll make you.

‘‘ Get away from him y/n! ‘‘ your father shouted.

You backed away but still kept eye-contact with him to silently plead. He thought it was cute how much you were trying to get your way, you had even teared up to add to the theatrics - but unfortunately, he was the one that always got his way in the end, and so he wouldn’t back down even if it was for you.

‘‘ If you want to let your brother leave this forest alive, I have something I want in return ‘‘ he had a teasing glint in his eyes.

You just knew it wasn’t something good.

‘‘ You let me kill your dad ‘‘ he voiced as if it was a completely reasonable condition.

You gasped.

‘‘ No, no! You will let them both go, alive ‘‘

Your response seemed to make him impatient and annoyed.

‘‘ You have to choose either of them ‘‘

You shook your head and looked down, trying to go over any other conditions he might agree to.

Your father had frozen in his spot and didn’t even stop the evil man from approaching you; slowly but threateningly with an aura of dominance and confidence excluding from him. Like he knew there was nothing you could do but comply.

‘‘ Are you really that stupid? ‘‘ your head shot up to look at him as he snarled an insult at you ‘‘ To think that I would let you get out freely, out of my forest? ‘‘ he chuckled darkly but there was a hint of anger behind it.

He was so close, you could almost touch him but you felt so uncomfortable under his intense stare that you looked away.

‘‘ You have to choose one now ‘‘

The small remaining bits of your tough facade you had been holding on to finally broke down and the tears started streaming down.

‘‘ No ‘‘ you whimpered.

‘‘ Who will it be? ‘‘ he amused ‘‘ Your lovely brother, who isn’t much use at all and will probably amount to nothing in his life but at least you love him - or perhaps, the villain of the story, your dad that has only criticised and judged you all your life, never being happy with you, hm? ‘‘ he reached out for you, a soft hand turning your chin, forcing you to look at him.

The crazed look on his face told you that he was enjoying this, like he had talked so casually of killing someone it might just be a game. Still, you both knew his words had hit deeply. The tears had turned into choked sobs.

‘‘ I’m serious. If you don’t pick in the next five seconds, I’ll kill them both ‘‘ he leaned in to whisper in your ear ‘‘ and i’ll enjoy it ‘‘

Panic started to course through you.

‘‘ I-uh ‘‘ your fingers nervously picked at your hand as you realised you had no other option and you really had to pick between two lives.

‘‘ 2...’‘

You stared at him bewildered, how had you not even realised he had started counting?

‘‘ 3...’‘

Your heartbeat was increasing rapidly, thumping against your chest and almost muffling all the outside sound.

‘‘ 4...’‘ he sighed deeply while looking at your distressed state.

‘‘ fi- ‘‘

‘‘-Father! ‘‘ you screamed.

There was a long silence. It felt like the forest, as well as the siren almost wanted you to bask in what you had just said. That you had really chosen to let someone in your family die instead of offering yourself; it was like a punch to the stomach.

You avoided both their gazes - one terrified and betrayed, the other satisfied and condescending. You still refused to look when you saw in the corner of your eye how Beomgyu turned away, towards your father.

Instead, you crouched down in the opposite direction, tears streaming down your face and hands covering your ears firmly.

Beomgyu however, had other plans. He wasn’t gonna let you off so easily. A foot nudged your back and you slowly turned a little bit as to not accidentally see your father’s dead body.

He crouched down to you, stroking your hair creepily which matched the almost psychotic look on his face. Your flinched as you saw small specks of blood on his cheeks, a shriek involuntarily leaving you.

His hand rested on top of your head as he looked right into your eyes. You felt yourself start to shake at the thought of him pulling away his hand and it being bloody.

He smiled down at you warmly - something you would’ve blindly believed was genuine if you hadn’t known him better.

‘‘ You have to watch ‘‘ he said furtively.

‘‘ N-no, please ‘‘

The corners of his mouth quirked at your already messy mental state, further crumbling in front of him.

‘‘ It wasn’t a question ‘‘ his eyes narrowed.

Standing up, he easily was able to turn you around to face what looked like your father laying on the ground. Your eyebrows furrowed. He hadn’t fought back? When you come to think of it, he hadn’t even screamed - or was it, that he couldn’t?

From your spot you could still see that he had small cuts all over, matching the splatters of blood on Beomgyu’s face. Surprisingly, you weren’t crying anymore. You just wanted him to get it over with so you and your brother could get home safely.

The siren watched your face as you took in your father’s condition and he raised an eyebrow in amusement as well as utter surprise. This was not at all what he had expected. He grinned to himself before walking over to the person laying on the forest floor and crouched.

He had been waiting so long for this moment, and he cherished how your father was now struggling to breathe. Beomgyu could’ve killed him in seconds but he didn’t want to, horrible people deserve it long, slow and painful.

He looked to you, knife in his hand and something in you made you nod. He whispered good girl to you while smirking at your answer - then he plunged the knife deeply into your father’s left chest. Blood seeped out, crimson red quickly painting the forest’s moss below.

You stood up. Your father didn’t have a pained expression, perhaps he had accepted his faith as soon as he walked into this forest.

‘‘ Hey ‘‘

The siren turned his head and flashed an almost childish, excited grin to you.

‘‘ Finally ‘‘ he walked up to you and pulled you into his embrace. ‘‘ If you only knew how long I’ve been waiting ‘‘ you looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

‘‘ For us to be together, forever of course ‘‘ he smirked when he felt your body stiffen.

‘‘ What? No, that was not the deal! ‘‘ you pushed his chest so he stumbled backwards a few steps.

‘‘ I said he gets to get out safely ‘‘ he answered ‘‘ But I never mentioned you, did I? ‘‘ you inhaled sharply.

‘‘ No...’‘ you whispered more to yourself than to him.

He suddenly snapped his fingers and out of nowhere your brother appeared. He didn’t look hurt or scared, something was...different about him. He didn’t even smile when he saw you.

But before you got to hug him or tell him everything was gonna be okay, he snapped his fingers again and he was gone.

‘‘ What did you do? ‘‘ you growled angrily.

You were ready to fight him if he had hurt your brother.

Beomgyu rolled his eyes like you were merely an inconvenient child in his presence.

‘‘ He’s fine. I teleported him to the edge, where your house is ‘‘

You let out a sigh of relief, but then your reality hit you again. Being stuck here for all eternity, with an evil, deadly beautiful siren that you wanted nothing do do with. All you wanted was to go home. To read your brother to bed; snuggling up together, watching his eyes get droopier and droopier before he finally gives in and falls against the cushions, fast asleep. You wanted to see the look on your mother’s face as you two arrived safely, perhaps she’d be quite relieved your father didn’t make it. And you wanted to tell your best friend all about how the theories about the forest were correct.

But you couldn’t. You weren’t sure why but you had a feeling it was due to him wanting to keep you around to then just kill you cruelly.

‘‘ Why do you want me to stay here? ‘‘ you voiced out loud.

You had to know. He simply scoffed.

‘‘ Because I love you ‘‘

‘‘ Love me? ‘‘ your voice was laced with venom. you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

‘‘ You just met me ‘‘

‘‘ Not true ‘‘ he smiled. ‘‘ I’ve been watching you for years, y/n ‘‘

Goosebumps appeared all over your skin upon his confession. It all felt very surreal. Like a nightmare, only you didn’t know if it would ever end this time.

He stepped closer menacingly, his towering height adding to how terrifyingly beautiful he already looked.

‘‘ I have loved you for years ‘‘ he said, desperation and a hint of repressed anger underneath.

‘‘ I called for you with my song, every night - but no response ‘‘ he clicked his tongue.

‘‘ But now, you’ve come to me ‘‘

‘‘ I’m gonna leave you, I-I’m gonna escape and-’‘

Beomgyu burst out laughing. ‘’ Escape? There’s no way for you to escape ‘’ he got even closer.

‘‘ My song - my voice reaches every corner, every crevice in this forest - it can tell you to do anything, or what not to do ‘‘

You felt and looked completely defeated inside. All hopes vanished at once, draining the will to live out with it. He forced you to look at him again, but this time he kissed you. A kissed filled with impatience, lust and a longing.

‘‘ You need to accept your faith, darling. We’ll be happy here together, the two of us ‘‘

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buddhajesuschrusthole · 6 months

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Hey everybody on tumblr (or whatever this damn fucking app is called ) - I am not a hip youngster anymore I am 25 years old and have never used this shit!

But anyway - hello!

I will be sharing today - one of my favorite things - advice on manifesting what you want to happen for you in this lifetime!

So! Without further adue- (is that how you spell it, French people?) Here is my blog on the subject! (At least for tonight haha, today is November 17th , 2023!)

So - manifesting! Have you heard of that term? It means - “bringing into reality / making your dreams come true!”

Manifesting your dreams therefore means - you guessed it - bringing your dreams from the dream realm - into your real life realm! (Turning your fantasy into reality!)

I’m serious, dawg! It’s happened to me - so that’s how I know! - So I don’t want to hear it! Lol! Jk - but I mean it tho!

So - I have manifested many-a-thing. Including - my dream boyfriend! (YES , I mean it - like he is the LITERAL GUY I wanted for SO LONG - the man I fantasized about in bed - before it actually happened! OMG - crazy - right!? NO! Because it’s fucking real! Now listen dawg…)

So here’s the story - so - years ago - I had wished for a guy with long hair down to his ass - a gorgeous one - that I literally would marry!

(We didn’t get married yet but that’s not the point!)

Years after I wished for that (YES, YEARS AFTER), I met this guy at work - named Devon (I literally remember thinking in bed one day - years before this happened - that his name would start with a damn D?!! WTF!!) - and was soooo cute! I loved him aaaaaaaaaaa! He was literally so adorable, I can’t even tell you!

But anyway - he was my type - shy - quiet - an asshole! Hahahha - just kidding Devon, I love you! No, but - maybe a lil bit. Lmao! (Sorry baby - I love you!)

But anyway he looked exactly like the kind of guy I would want to date tbh! So ummmm, so I talked to him as much as I could, even though he scared the shit out of me! He just had this intense stare of like - hate towards everybody - lmaooo! I can’t explain it but - if you experienced it before - then you probably know what I’m talking about haha!

He was just like - very anti-social and quiet - but I liked him anyway! Every time I talked to him - he was always nice to me! So that’s good haha!

Except for that one time at work - where I asked him where the cheese was during a rush (we worked in a kitchen at BDubs) - and we went in the walk-in fridge and he started kicking shit out of anger - and then I cried because I was scared that he hated me (he didn’t see that tho…) Oopsie Devon! You bitch! Lmao! Jk - I still love you!

Except for that one time - he was a really nice guy! Ummmm, so far hahaha!

But then after two weeks of working with him he walked-out and quit! Oh no! Fuck! He was the hottest guy at work and then I was so disappointed and mad tbh, lmaooo! Mostly because I had to do his job and mine - two weeks into my new fucking job - ahhhh!!!!!

I didn’t even know how to make nachos - and they still had me do it - all by myself - even in a rush! WTF!!! I had just started!!! Those bastards couldn’t hire someone!? Fine! So I did it all by myself!!!! (I’m serious - I was so mad wtf!)

But anyway - a few months go by - then I walk out too! Cuz I’m tired of working two peoples jobs - when I literally asked them to hire my two friends - and they just wouldn’t! WTF!

So yeah! That’s why I quit that one~! Hahahaha…

But! I think a few more months go by - or weeks!? I don’t even remember hahahaha I’m so sorry - but - it wasn’t too long…

But one night - I was thinking about Devon - in bed - by myself - and I was like damn - he was so cute! I miss him! - and I was taking out loud to myself and I went “Well, if he liked me, I’m sure he’d let me know!”

AND I SHIT YOU NOT!!!! I SHIT YOU NOT - he literally followed me on my instagram - THE NEXT MORNING! LMAOOO!! NO FUCKING WAY!

Yes, it’s true - this is the fucking facts of my life y’all! It’s literally all over my old YouTube channel!

That moment is what you’d call a serendipitous synchronicity! A moment of WTF and mystery - and a moment of - how the fuck is this even happening right now!? (It kind of felt like a dream I’m NGL!)

And the rest I’m going to keep from you - because it took about a year for us to get together - but I blocked him two weeks after he followed me - because I messaged him and we started taking but then he pissed me off - so I blocked him and cried about it!

But yeah - before that happened - me and him planned to meet at the park - but we couldn’t find each other (and I had to walk there.) But that’s not why I blocked him, so - blocked him because he pissed me off because I told him I liked him - and then he told me he wasn’t ready for a relationship right now (he kept talking about his ex gf and how much he missed her prior to this - and told me that he was crying blah blah blah.) (That was his only gf so I am giving him a fucking break in this one, but still - goddamn bitch!)

They had broken up a few years prior to that so I was like - wow. But they were together for three years and I can’t even imagine being in a relationship that long - so I can’t sympathize 100 percent… but I tried, goddamn it!

But yeah - I blocked him because of that ( even though I probably shouldn’t have told him I liked him the day after he cried to me about his ex gf, I think he just needed a friend tbh - but I wasn’t being a friend - I was being a thirsty bitch! Hahaha goddamn it!)

But to be fair he was flirting with me and it really mad me angry! So yeah! Kudos to past me! Muahahahha!

But anyway - even though he was a beautiful guy - I blocked his ass and cried about it immediately after - because after I blocked him - I unblocked him but then found out that he blocked me, too. (To be fair , after I told him I liked him I went ahead and told him I would just go fuck this other guy instead (he was hot too…))

Goddamn, maybe I was a damn bitch….oh well.

But anyway!

Me and that other guy met one time (I think it was a few days after or something, but we never saw each other again, and no we didn’t fuck, just hung out and shit, didn’t even kiss the guy.)

But yeah. So that’s why I blocked him ~!

But then! After that second guy kind of hurt me because he didn’t text me back after we hung out (maybe it’s because I pointed out this girls choker in his fucking car!?) IDK if he had a gf or what but - ew.

I was like sad and shit - but then I was like - fuck men! So I stayed single after that.

I just wanted my soulmate tbh.

But honestly - the dating sites weren’t working - and I was bored.

So I messaged Devon on his Facebook account like (two to four) months after I blocked him hahaha!

He didn’t reply for two weeks - but then he saw it and replied ( I think he didn’t see it because we weren’t friends - either that or he was ignoring me but idc I understand tbh!)

But he messaged me back and we started talking - I tried not to be clingy this time - but when I wanted him to message me first - he didn’t. So I was like wow, why should I message you first if you don’t message me first!? The fuck!

But I don’t think that technique worked… because I went a few weeks without messaging him - and then I messaged him once after that and I saw that he had blocked me.

I was like “NOoOoOooO!!!” And I cried - I’m sorry I’m just a sappy lil bitch tbh - even though it’s my own fault cuz I blocked the guy first!

Hahahhaha oh lord.

But anyway - I cried for a few days because I still had a crush on him and all that… but after that happened - I told myself that he just needed time. I told myself that he was going through something and wouldn’t just block me out of nowhere for nothing. (Which ended up being the truth - he was indeed going through something.)

So - months and months and months go by - maybe six months? Seven months? I don’t know how many! Maybe five? I’m not good at math nor time - sorry folks.

But anyway - months go by - and during those months - I was vigorously masterbating to him.

Yes, I mean every damn day!

I mean it.

But anyway - I imagined him massaging me in my bed with lotion all over my back - making it nice and relaxing and romantic.

I imagined him eating me out and plowing the shit out of my vagina hole.

And I mean it, too!

Anyway - I told myself not to worry - and that if he really liked me that much - that he would unblock me eventually.

Low and behold - the day comes - I’m browsing my Facebook messenger - and I see his bubble was online!

I was like - why would his bubble be online to me if he has me blocked still - that seems dumb.

So I clicked on his bubble and it took me to his profile - which wouldn’t happen if you’re blocked. (IK you already know this, ladies and gentlemen, hahaha jk!)

But anyway - I clicked on it and I was so happy because I was like OMG no way - he finally unblocked me after how many months!?

So I didn’t message him that day - I waited for him to do - which was unrealistic and he didn’t end up doing anything - so like a week or two goes by and then I decide to message him!

I was like “Hey Devon - so - why did you block me - I thought I told you that I was going through some emotional stuff and I thought you had forgiven me for that already?”

Then he said something like “Yeah I’m sorry - I don’t really know why I did that.”

And I was like “Sure you do, buddy! I know I blocked you first and I know it’s my own fault - but I’m very sorry and I hope you understand that I liked you and wanted to be your friend - I was just going through a lot emotionally at the time.”

And he told me he understood, and he told me something along the lines of “I think you are a wonderful person - I am sorry if I hurt you - I didn’t mean to.”

And inside I felt so happy because I thought that was sweet…

So we talked - and talked - and talked - and then every day after that - I messaged him - not caring who was first to do it anymore. I guess I just liked him that much or something haha. But he always messaged me back and didn’t leave me on read or anything.

So that’s good.

So I think a month of that goes by - and then I finally ask him if he wants to hang out with me - and he says yes.

(Remember when I told you I couldn’t find him at the park? He thought I stood him up - and I thought he had stood me up, too. That was also before I told him I liked him. Probably not a good plan to tell him after that , and the fact that he cried about his ex the night before. But whatever - I was thirsty - he was hot - what can I say? LMAO And guys - he did tell me he thought I was very attractive (before I blocked him and before he blocked me lol) - so I know he didn’t think I was ugly so that’s definitely not it.)

So here is another weird coincidence : also called a serendipitous moment - also called a synchronicity - meaning that we are synchronized!

Before the day we hung out - I had asked myself - “what would that moment be like?”

So, I had imagined that moment - and guess what? The very thing I had imagined and hoped for - became the ultimate reality that day that we hung out.

To the very T.

(Which is also why it weirds me out a little - but it’s also very beautiful - if you ask me~!)

I mean to the damn T - the energy was the same - and before we hung out I hoped that he would ask to buy me a coffee (which he did ask me if he could get me one one day!) Plus - I had hoped that he would hang out with me every week after that (which he had said to me - something along the lines of: “We should make it a tradition to see each other every week, or something.”)

But yeah now we’re dating.

(We didn’t get to see each other every week after that - but we did see each other - and I am very happy that he’s a blessing in my life now. He is a dream come true and I have told him this - and he had also told me that he had sex dreams about me and about us dating before it actually happened.)

We were friends for a few months after we first hung out - and then I told him: (“What are we doing here? I like you. And I need to know if you like me too. And if not , tell me now.”)

Then he told me he was confused too and then we talked about it - and then I invited him to a sleepover. The rest is personal - but honestly we’re dating now. So the rest is history.

However, he does remind me of a character I made up in my head, whom I said had long dark hair, and who would be my husband one day.

Like I said - this was so many years ago - probably about four or so years ago that I made up that fantasy.

And I told myself he’d like to read too - which he does! Which is crazy to me! Now all I have to do is make him gothic and he will literally be the exact match to my fantasy many years ago. (He does like gothic stuff so I don’t think that’ll be too hard.)

But yeah that’s the story of me and my boyfriend - omg I missed a detail!

I remember - the day after we officially got together - the next day Devon had told me that his brother had got an engagement ring for his girlfriend and that he was going to ask her to marry her!

I just thought that was significant since - like I said - this guy reminds me of my fantasy that I had of a husband. LMAOOO!

But yeah! Thanks for reading and listening to my story! Leave a like and follow for more manifesting stories - I have lots - even scary bits! :D

Also look up my YouTube if you’re interested - Buddha Jesus Chrusthole (Infinite Butthole Jesus)!

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cherris-hideout · 1 year

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Reading this might make you feel better!

I'm assuming that everyone has felt embarrassed about things they've done, so here are some things that I've done and felt embarrassed about to make you feel better!

Once, I think in 5th grade, I wore those clip-on cat ears with the bells on them. Now, it wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't worn them TO SCHOOL, IN PUBLIC SPACES THAT WEREN'T CONVENTIONS AND MANY, MANY, MANY PLACES BEYOND WHAT YOU CAN IMAGINE.

I used to "Naruto run" , do that one specific pose and say "MAH CHILD!" , call grown ass men "SMOL CINNAMONROLLS" and "INNOCENT BEANS" ( I was super into K-pop, was it that obvious?) , talk in a "BABY-VOICE" , etc.

I used to STALK my "senpai" (It was a dark time) and threaten anyone who went near him (I was in my Yandere simulator phase). Once I got a hold of his number I texted him and he blocked me almost instantly (I cried myself to sleep that night).

I was a huge pick-me and tried to be "one of the boys" to the point where I actually wore a FORTNITE SHIRT to school.

I used to spam my class groupchat with unfunny memes.

Once I HOWLED and SCREECHED for "MY PACK" at school because I was convinced I was a LEGENDARY WOLF-DEMON HYBRID PRINCESS.

I used to actually sing FIGHT SONG when I got mad at someone.

I used to watch SSSniperwolf 💀

I "Junko posed" in NORMAL CONVERSATIONS. Someone could've asked me how my day was and I'd be standing there looking like this:

10. I was buying caesar chicken wraps earlier this year and when I went to pay my card didn't go through, so I tried again and again, but it just wouldn't go through so the guy working at the register suggested I punched in my code. As if my card not going through wasn't embarrassing enough, I had forgotten my code! So I reach into my bag for my phone, on which I have my code saved. I rummage around the bag for a while until I realize I DON'T HAVE MY PHONE! I explain this to the guy at the register, who then tells me to go get my phone and come back for my wraps. I was so grateful this opportunity had been granted, so I ran out of the store to the nearest bus stop and waited for a few minutes. I got on the bus, got home, grabbed my phone and ran to another bus stop. Once I arrived at the store again, I went up to the register and paid for my items. I walked to the same bus stop and cried my eyes out because of how embarrassed I felt. I got my wraps though, they were delicious.

I hope you feel better now that you've read this! If you wanna share anyhing that has happened to you feel free to do so!

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miasparadigm · 2 years

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An Attempt

Tw: blood, tw: knives, tw: chasing, tw: mental breakdown, tw: non human creatures

I used first person here so it can be left upto interpretation on whether the main character here is an OC, or the reader themselves.

My breath hitched in my throat as I looked into the barely lit corridor; my figure blocked the light coming from the small window far behind me, only leaving a few streaks to illuminate the place that will soon be the abode of my demise.

Thud.

THUD.

The deafening sound of footsteps was akin to a hammer pounding against my head. The resounding sound burdening my headache and disorientating me. I darted through the corridor once again. Something I realized humored my chaser as high-pitched laughs rang all around me, getting louder with each passing second, as if they had heard a never-ending joke. My eyes burnt with unshed tears as I realized that they were right. This is exactly what it was.

A saddening, humorous joke of an attempt to survive.

The corridors were lined with old mahogany doors, their barely illuminated color haunting me, reminding me of my fate. My heart clenched in anguish as I remembered the times I had pathetically banged on these doors until my hands bled but to no avail. The doors were just a way to mock us. Give us all a fleeting sense of forlorn hope, only to snatch it away from us in order to achieve some sort of twisted form of glee.

All of this, just to get a little taste of their sick fun. A high they can't seem to get enough of but one that ends as quickly as it starts. It was far too addictive for these creatures to just stop. Far too addictive that they can't even think of anything else anymore.

My legs were numb from running for the past few hours. The blisters on my feet, a reminder, that far worse things would happen to me if I were to get caught before the time ends. So I persevered, carrying myself through the pain. Running away from the only source of light. Away from anything or anyone that could have saved me. Away from that monster. But most of all...

Away from my one escape from this hell hole.

I choked on a sob as I realized the sound of his footsteps had come to a stop and what the action meant.

He was scheming something.

A few moments passed in silence, save for the sound of my footsteps against the tiled floor.

A low whistling sound penetrated the air, followed by a few words that caused enough trepidation for me to almost trip.

"Oh, where could you be?"

His voice caused dread to weigh down my limbs, making it feel like I was moving through quicksand.

I ignored him and kept running, but I waited.

Waited for a sign from him. Some sign of what he was doing. Of what he was planning.

Alas, he made no sound. No word of his that was always shrill yet deep, like he had almost gotten how to speak right. Almost Human, but not quite there.

The creatures always had something a bit off. Their voice was always a bit too high. Their smiles always a bit too wide. Their movements always a bit too forced. Their eyes were the worst. They bore into you too intensely for something that looked so lifeless.

I had thought that he was different but these grim reminders should have made me stay away.

Silence continued.

I stopped in my tracks and turned around, peering into the dark, unwelcoming corridor. Waiting. Searching desperately for any signs of movement or any indication of his next move.

I cursed myself mentally for being this weak. I should think of a way to outsmart him as I had done before, but the morbid anticipation and exhaustion caused my mind to run all of its gears at once. My headache had turned into a full-blown migraine now.

I strained my ears for any sound, ignoring the ringing that had become a permanent part of my hearing. An outcome of the continued relentless screaming and crying that had happened almost every day. Caused by the creatures as they took our lives, one by one. The lives of innocent students who bore through this hell with me. Today it seemed, however, that I would be the one wailed upon.

After a few minutes of waiting, I started inching backward, keeping my eyes glued to the darkness, scrutinizing it; preventing myself from being caught off guard. I dug my nails into my palms to keep myself from crying from the heavy despair caused by this torture and giving him the show he wanted. I could already hear him cackling at me, maybe it was me finally going mad.

It would be a pleasant surprise if I hadn't already.

Something glistened in the darkness and my eyes widened in horror when I realized what was happening. But it was too late.

"AHH"

I let out a scream as searing pain spread through my leg. I looked down to see a knife embedded into it, blood gushing out and pooling all around my foot. My sense of fight and flight overwhelmed the pain and I tried to move but it caused the knife to further dig into my leg. Before I could even bend down to pull it out, I heard fast footsteps approaching.

He was running towards me.

I didn't even have a chance to register what was happening and take off before the outline of his figure, shrouded in darkness, came into view. The only thing visible were his glowing green eyes, filled with blood lust. Within a flash his hands were at my throat, choking me. I clawed at the while I struggled to breathe. He leered at me, amused by my struggle. His eyes flitted all over my face, savoring my reaction.

He suddenly grinned maniacally at me, leaning in closer. His hot breath fanned my ear and I cried out as he spoke.

"You've lost."

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0x1addictsong · 2 years

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What Love can cause♡

Note : The story is based on imagination and is a pure fiction. Kind of yandere.

There he was, standing near the pole staring straight in her brown eyes, looking at her every moves, melting everytime she smiles, holding the urge to not cross the line, to not run to her and fall in her arms. It's the way she makes him fall for her everytime, he just can't deny the fact that he's already in love, and the love's becoming deeper and deeper everytime he looks at her. She made him realise what love can cause, what affect love can have on him, what her voice can do to him. For him she was what heaven looks like.

He had this view point of Love that she changed eventually, she changed it by just smiling at him. He thought of love as a choice, that you can't get attached to a person until you want, you can only fall for a person if you're willing to. It's all planned. It's a choice not a coincidence. But what happened to him was something out of control. He couldn't help but fall for her. And even if it's a choice which he used to believe then he loves what he chose.

The sight infront of him is making him eager to hold her, even if it's meant for one time, he wants her close. He wants to embrace her and hide her from the world, cuz he thinks that the people out there may hurt her, they may bring danger to her. And just the thought of her in a trouble sends shiver down his body.

He was reckless in the people's eyes and maybe his too. But she made him felt like a lover. A lover who can protect her, a lover who can take care of her. A lover who can make her feel butterflies in her stomach just like she did. The cold breeze in the mid October made her shiver, causing her to rub her arms by her palms. The wind caressing her red flushed cheeks and her squinting her eyes with a pure form of beauty. And all he could do was stand there admiring her from afar. But who knew that his love will slowly become his addiction without even him realising it.

"I'll make you mine soon, dear."

The moment she felt eyes on her, she looked behind her, finding no one there she starts sketching again. From some days the comfort this place used to give her seemed lost, she always felt a pair of eyes looking at her, she felt unsafe. Somehow she shrugged it off thinking it's just her overthinking self. She looked in front of her sighing heavily, the river looked so peaceful, the view alone made her forget about her worries, it relieved her stress. But again she felt uncomfortable, and this time she decided not to ignore it. Standing up from the bench she took all of her belongings and started to walk towards her house.

Walking down the street, she felt as if someone was following her, it made her shiver a little. She turned around still finding no one. Her worry started increasing with every step she took. Her heart started racing and she started to jog a little by feeling a shadow from behind. She could feel it, she could feel someone too close to her, she even started to feel a hot breath on her neck. Just as she thought about it, her whole life was rewinding in front of her teary eyes, she didn't want to die like this without even achieving her dreams.

Before she could fasten up her speed anymore, she felt a cloth pressing on her lower face. She tried to get out of the "still unknown person's" grip but she was already feeling drained by running too much. Tears running out of her eyes non stop, she started wiggling her legs but all in vain. Before the darkness appeared in front of her eyes, she saw his face too close to her trying to say something in her ears. She felt his words pierced through her skin before the chloroform rendered her unconscious.

"I'm gonna protect you from this dangerous world."

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elryuse · 18 days

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Yandere Winter...arrange marriage?

The Arranged Marriage

YANDERE WINTER X MALE READER

Winter glared at the ornate wedding invitation, the embossed gold lettering mocking her. "An arranged marriage?" she spat, tossing the card across the room where it landed with a soft thud on a pile of discarded designs. The rejection felt good, a defiant roar against the archaic traditions her family clung to. Winter was a supernova in the K-pop galaxy, her name synonymous with electrifying dance routines and chart-topping hits. Marrying some faceless nobody chosen by dusty family pacts was laughable. There was no time for love, not when she was on a relentless climb to the very pinnacle of K-pop stardom.

"Winter, darling," her manager, Min-seo, a woman whose steely gaze could rival Winter's own, sighed, picking up the discarded invitation. "Your family is serious. They've even chosen a candidate."

"Let me guess," Winter scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Some chaebol heir with a nose for publicity?"

Min-seo shook her head, a flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Someone more… unexpected. Apparently, his family owns a chain of bakeries across the country."

"A baker?" Winter snorted. "Seriously? What's next, are you going to set me up with a street performer?"

"Stranger things have happened, my dear," Min-seo countered with a sly smile.

Days bled into weeks, a whirlwind of rehearsals, interviews, and promotional appearances. But beneath the carefully constructed facade of the K-pop machine, a gnawing unease began to fester. A dull ache in her side, dismissed as exhaustion at first, intensified into a searing pain that stole her breath away mid-performance. The stage, once her throne, became a torture chamber. The roar of the crowd turned into a distant buzz as she crumpled to the floor, the vibrant lights blurring into a disorienting kaleidoscope.

The sterile white of the hospital room offered a stark contrast to the glitter and synthesizers of her world. The doctor's words hung heavy in the air – liver failure. A life sentence of a slowly fading light, or a desperate gamble on a transplant. Hope, as fragile as a spiderweb, clung to the possibility of a donor, a life preserver in a sea of despair.

Days turned into agonizing weeks, the silence punctuated only by the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor. Winter, the idol who commanded legions of fans, felt utterly powerless. The awards, the screaming audiences, the carefully curated image – they all felt hollow in the face of her own mortality. Then, a flicker on the horizon. A donor. A match.

The surgery was a blur, waking up to a world she thought she'd lost. And then she saw him. Y/n. A young man, awkward and shy, yet his eyes held an undeniable warmth. "Y-youu s-saved me," Winter rasped, her voice weak but filled with a sincerity that surprised even her.

"I, uh…" Y/n stammered, overwhelmed by the sight of the K-pop icon in such a vulnerable state. "It was nothing. Just… a lucky match, I guess."

But the gratitude, a nascent seed, began to take root in the fertile soil of her isolation. Why him? Why not a wealthy heir or a fellow K-pop star? The questions gnawed at her, a relentless tick in the back of her mind.

Y/n, overwhelmed by the whirlwind that was Winter, disappeared after a brief visit. Her world, once filled with flashing lights and screaming fans, felt deafeningly silent. Obsession, a creeping vine, started to coil around her heart. She couldn't understand why the man who'd saved her life had vanished so completely.

Fueled by a twisted sense of entitlement, Winter used her vast network of resources to track Y/n down. He was found in a small town, flour dusting his clothes as he kneaded dough in a quaint bakery. The scent of cinnamon and warm bread hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the antiseptic sterility of the hospital room where she'd first laid eyes on him.

"Winter?" Y/n stammered, his voice barely rising above the clatter of the mixer. Her smile was dazzling, but her eyes held a glint of steel.

"Remember that wedding, Y/n?" Winter purred, stepping closer, the cloying sweetness in her voice sending shivers down his spine. "The one our families arranged?"

He paled. The memory of the preposterous agreement, something they'd both scoffed at in their youth, resurfaced. "Winter, I… I can't. I don't even…"

"Of course you can, Y/n," she purred, her grip tightening on his arm with a surprising strength. "You saved my life. Isn't it only fair I save you from a life without me?"

Y/n's breath hitched. The playful banter of youth, the easy dismissal of the arranged marriage, felt like a lifetime ago. Now, trapped in the gaze of this powerful, pale woman, he felt a cold dread pool in his stomach. "Winter," he stammered, "T-things have changed. I… I already have someone."

The smile on Winter's face faltered for a fraction of a second, a flicker of something akin to pain crossing her features. But then, it was gone, replaced by a chilling steeliness. "Someone?" she echoed, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Tell me, Y/n, who could possibly compete with the woman that you had saved?"

Panic clawed at Y/n's throat. He knew he shouldn't speak of Mina, his childhood sweetheart who helped run the bakery with him. But the thought of Winter, with her fame and fortune, swooping in and taking everything away, was unbearable. "Mina," he blurted out, his voice barely a squeak. "She's… she's my everything."

Winter's eyes narrowed. "Mina, huh?" A dangerous glint flickered within them. "Then perhaps it's time Mina learned the true meaning of sacrifice."

Y/n's heart lurched. He knew, with a horrifying certainty, that Winter wouldn't hesitate to hurt Mina. He had to get away, to warn Mina. But as he lunged for the bakery door, two burly men in black suits materialized behind Winter, blocking his escape.

"Let me go!" Y/n yelled, his voice choked with fear and defiance. He struggled against the men's grip, but they were simply too strong. A chilling calm settled over Winter as Y/n was dragged away, his pleas for help swallowed by the rhythmic clatter of the mixer.

Back in the opulent prison that was now her mansion, Winter sank into a plush velvet chair, a manic glint in her eyes. Mina was a nuisance, a fly to be swatted away. Winter had the resources, the power, and a twisted sense of entitlement. She would see to it that Y/n understood that his life, his love, everything belonged to her now. The debt, she would convince him, was far from settled.

Winter wasn't above getting her hands dirty. The designer gowns and manicured nails were a facade, a chilling disguise for the monster that lurked beneath. The gifts, the trips, the suffocating luxury – they were all meticulously chosen to twist the knife. They were a constant, sickening reminder of the life Y/n had lost, a life he could never reclaim unless he bent the knee to his gilded prison.

The burly guards were ever-present, shadows flanking him wherever he went. Their stoic silence spoke volumes – a chilling reminder of his captivity, a constant pressure against his will. Winter reveled in his fear, a twisted aphrodisiac that fueled her obsession. His haunted eyes, once filled with warmth, were now a canvas of terror, and Winter found a perverse beauty in that reflection.

One evening, the silence in the opulent mansion was shattered by a strangled gasp. Winter found Y/n slumped on the plush carpet, clutching a single red rose – the same kind that bloomed outside Mina's bakery. A cruel smile, devoid of warmth, stretched across her face.

"Missing your little baker, Y/n?" she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed venom. "Perhaps the croissants weren't so stale after all?"

Y/n scrambled to his feet, the rose falling from his grasp like a crimson tear. His voice, hoarse with terror, rasped, "Leave her alone, Winter. You don't understand."

Winter tilted her head, amusement dancing in her cold eyes. "Oh, I understand perfectly, darling," she countered, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "She's the weed threatening to choke the delicate flower of our love. But fear not, I've taken steps to ensure your garden remains… pristine."

Y/n's blood ran cold. He lunged for her, a desperate snarl twisting his features. But before he could reach her, the guards were upon him, pinning him to the floor with practiced ease. A sickeningly sweet scent filled the air, cloying and thick. Winter held a small, crystal vial aloft, the liquid within shimmering like a captured rainbow.

"A little… encouragement," she purred, her voice laced with a chilling delight. "A reminder that some debts are settled not just with sacrifice, but with obedience."

The truth slammed into Y/n with the force of a sledgehammer. The rose, the scent – it wasn't a coincidence. Winter hadn't just threatened Mina, she'd… incapacitated her. The realization shattered the last vestiges of hope clinging to his heart. Tears streamed down his face, a silent scream lost in the suffocating opulence of the room.

Winter knelt beside him, her touch as cold and sterile as the diamond bracelet adorning her wrist. "Now, Y/n," she murmured, her voice a silken snare, "tell me everything about your little baker. Every detail, every secret. Only then can we truly begin to build a future… together."

A single tear escaped Winter's eye, but it wasn't a tear of remorse. It was a predator savoring its kill, a monstrous artist gazing upon her masterpiece. The once vibrant idol was gone, replaced by a chilling puppet master. In her twisted game of love, Winter wasn't just the prize – she was the player, the architect, the god. And Y/n, a broken marionette, was forever condemned to dance to her macabre symphony of obsession.

The air hung heavy with the stench of disinfectant and a cloying sweetness that clung to Winter like a second skin. Y/n, a hollow shell of his former self, stared at her with a mixture of resignation and a horrifying flicker of something akin to acceptance.

"You'll leave Mina alone," he rasped, his voice raw with despair. "That's the only condition."

Winter tilted her head, a cruel smile playing on her lips. The vial that once held the incapacitating agent was now empty, discarded like a child's forgotten toy. "Such a selfless offer, darling," she purred, her voice dripping with a mockery of sympathy. "But where's the fun in that?"

Y/n flinched, a tremor running through his thin frame. He knew, with a chilling certainty, that Winter wouldn't hesitate. He envisioned Mina, her bright smile replaced by a mask of fear, Winter's cold hand clamped over her mouth.

"Alright," he choked out, the words scraping against his throat. "Marry me. Just… don't you dare hurt her."

Winter's smile widened, a predator savoring the kill. "Such a devoted little lamb," she cooed, her voice laced with a sickening sweetness. "But promises are meant to be broken, wouldn't you agree?"

With a flick of her wrist, a hidden screen on the wall flickered to life. It displayed a live feed – a quaint bakery, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. Mina, oblivious, was humming as she dusted flour onto a counter.

Y/n lurched forward, a strangled cry escaping his lips. Winter, with a casual cruelty that sent shivers down his spine, grabbed a remote from the coffee table and pressed a single button.

The screen flickered, then went dark. A sickening silence descended on the room, broken only by Y/n's ragged gasps. Winter stood, her movements predatory as she circled him like a wolf stalking its prey.

A chilling laugh erupted from her throat, echoing in the opulent emptiness of the room. It was a sound devoid of joy, a symphony of twisted satisfaction.

"Consider it a wedding gift, darling," she purred, leaning down to meet his horrified gaze. "Now, shall we seal the deal?"

Before Y/n could react, she grabbed his face, her manicured nails digging into his skin, and slammed her lips onto his. The kiss was cold, a grotesque parody of affection. It reeked of victory, of a love so twisted it had curdled into something monstrous.

Y/n tasted blood, his own metallic tang mingling with the cloying sweetness of her perfume. When she finally pulled away, a single tear traced a path down her cheek.

"A beautiful beginning, wouldn't you say?" she whispered, her voice strangely devoid of emotion.

Y/n stared at her, his eyes hollow and dead. Winter had taken everything from him – his freedom, his love, and in a final, horrifying act, his very soul.

The opulent mansion, once a symbol of wealth and success, now echoed with the deafening silence of a broken man. Winter, the idol turned monster, had claimed her prize. But in her twisted victory, she had also forged her own gilded cage, a prison built on the ashes of love and the chilling emptiness of a heart consumed by a deadly obsession.

The world gasped. Winter, the electrifying idol, the epitome of sunshine and pop perfection, was getting married. Not to some fellow K-pop star, not to a wealthy heir, but to a simple baker from a small town. The news cycle spun with speculation, but the carefully orchestrated photos showed a radiant Winter, her smile brighter than ever, leaning on the arm of a shy-looking Y/n.

The wedding was a spectacle – a meticulously crafted performance. Winter, adorned in a dress that shimmered like a captured dream, walked down a rose-petal strewn aisle. The cheers and applause were deafening, a symphony orchestrated by her team. But beneath the flawless facade, a horrifying truth festered.

Y/n, his eyes as dead as the diamonds on her hand, was a ghost of his former self. His smile was a practiced rictus, a mask that hid the chilling emptiness within. Every touch from Winter felt like a branding iron, every whispered word a cruel reminder of the life he'd lost.

During the vows, Winter's voice, sweet and saccharine, spoke of eternal love and devotion. Y/n's response, devoid of emotion, echoed in the cavernous hall. Yet, the cameras captured a perfect picture: a love story for the ages.

The reception was a whirlwind of flashing lights and champagne flutes. Winter, a consummate performer, played the part of the blissful bride. Y/n, trapped in his gilded cage, danced with a practiced ease that sent shivers down the spines of those who knew him best.

As the night wore on, and the guests began to depart, the mask slipped from Winter's face. In the seclusion of their suite, a terrifying coldness settled in her eyes.

"You played your part well, darling," she purred, her voice devoid of warmth.

Y/n, a broken marionette, said nothing. There was nothing left to say. His silence was a deafening testament to the monster he was now chained to.

Winter leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "But remember, Y/n," she whispered, a cruel smile playing on her lips, "our dance has just begun."

The world reveled in the fairy tale wedding, oblivious to the chilling truth behind the glittering facade. Winter, the idol, had achieved her twisted victory. Y/n, trapped in a gilded cage with a monster disguised as a lover, was forever condemned to a dance macabre, his only companion the hollow echo of a love destroyed and a life stolen. The price of Winter's twisted obsession was a broken man, a chilling reminder that sometimes the most beautiful smiles hide the most terrifying darkness.

Months bled into a year, a year of gilded bars and a suffocating emptiness. Winter, however, seemed to grow restless. The sparkle in her eyes, once fueled by performance and adoration, had dimmed, replaced by a cold, steely glint.

One evening, as Y/n sat slumped in a plush armchair, a cold, clinical document landed in his lap. It was a fertility report, his name stark against the sterile white background. Winter stood before him, a predatory smile twisting her features.

"It seems you're perfectly healthy, Y/n," she purred, her voice laced with a chilling possessiveness. "Time to fulfill your duties as my husband, wouldn't you say?"

Y/n's blood ran cold. He understood now. This wasn't just about possession; it was about creating a permanent tie, a child who would forever bind him to her. The very thought of bringing a life into this twisted reality filled him with a soul-crushing despair.

But defiance was a luxury he no longer possessed. The guards, ever-present shadows, flanked him, a constant reminder of his captivity. He could fight, he could scream, but it would be a futile effort. Winter held all the cards, and Y/n was nothing but a pawn in her macabre game.

In the following weeks, the once vibrant mansion became a sterile prison. Doctors became regular visitors, their pronouncements echoing with a chilling finality. Y/n became a vessel, his body another stage for Winter's twisted performance.

The day the pregnancy test came back positive, Winter's smile could have rivaled the rising sun. Y/n, however, felt a cold dread settle in his gut. This wasn't a victory; it was a life sentence, not just for him, but for the innocent child who would be born into this gilded cage.

The world outside continued to celebrate Winter, the idol who had it all – a perfect marriage, a blossoming career, and now, a child on the way. But behind the carefully constructed facade, a monstrous truth festered. Winter, the idol, had become a puppeteer, her strings controlling not just Y/n's life,

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kiyomikuromii · 2 months

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The monster in Seoul

CHAPTER ONE: Nali.

HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

TW!!!: Mentions of Murder, Yandere themes, lovesickness, manipulation, etc.

It all Began on a frigid Korean winter day when a beautiful teenage girl, soon-to-be actress and Korean Pop idol, Nali Lee was abandoned by her parents at the age of seventeen. The people she had thought would love her forever had left her to go live in Japan’s Countryside, leaving her in the freezing temperatures since they felt that the Company she applied to would take care of her for them. Although she didn’t understand why, Nali always thought her relationship with her parents was perfect and that of a movie, so why would they leave her to fend for herself? Something within her that day seemed to snap, she was no longer herself, the things that interested her before they left no longer mattered and her world seemed to spiral out of control. Nali held her head high however and continued with her Training to become an Idol at the agency CUBE.

Nali was picked because of her Stunning gray eyes, slim face and nose, curvy hourglass figure, and shining bright smile. Not to mention she was a very talented Actress and Dancer. Once her Debut date started to creep up on her she met a man named Naomi Ikari, she fell deeply in love with him once they locked eyes. Naomi gave him a sweet smile once their eyes met, using her looks she obtained his Snapchat handle and they became close friends. Every single day after the two met they spent the whole day at work together, during their long training sessions and meetings, she began to dress in a more expensive style, wearing very luxurious perfumes, a more expensive wardrobe, and always had makeup on.

On a gray and rainy humid Korean spring day she came into work and hung her trenchcoat on the hooks by the front door, looking to find Naomi. Her eyes must have been betraying her, Naomi and another girl laughing, and lightly slapping his arm. Jealousy bubbled and raged inside her and she saw red, she walked up and took him to practice for the day not saying a word to Naomi or anyone else. As she practiced her solo her mind was racing about how that other girl was going to try to take Naomi from her. Nali found herself stumbling over her choreography, something she never did, it made her more furious than she already was. In the back of her mind, intrusive thoughts began to tune out the music she was practicing and they soon turned violent once the thoughts mentioned how without Naomi she would have no one who loved her and that He would leave like her parents.

In a Huff, she packed her bag, grabbed her coat, and left for her apartment to continue to think about what she could do. Inside her something Evil was starting to blossom and it wasn’t a beautiful flower it was something poisonous yet charming. Nali thought about how she could kill to make sure he was only in love with her, it wouldn’t be easy of course but she felt it needed to be done. In a split second, she decided her evening would be spent getting close to that girl and learning her routine so it would make her monstrous act easier. Her beautifully manicured hands grabbed her phone and sent that girl a text to ask if she wanted to meet at a bar to talk about their upcoming premiere.

Of course, the naive girl said yes to Nali’s manipulative charms, and her fate was sealed at that moment. Once she arrived at the bar she sat down and waited for her “friend” to arrive. She tapped and clicked her long acrylic nails against the glass table she was sitting at, legs crossed and an angry glare in her eyes. A glare similar to that of a fox stalking its prey. Nali put on a mask of happiness however once that unknown girl arrived, playing like the dream friend a girl would want, leading her prey into the fox's trap. Once they had been there for a bit the girl fell to the floor and gripped her chest for an unknown reason!

Nali leaped into action and pretended to give her CPR to seem like she was giving aid to the poor girl. Unfortunately, the girl now known as Eun-Woo, passed on site before the paramedics arrived on the scene, they arrested a bartender with a past record of attempted murder for the crimes that happened that night. This made Nali’s confidence soar like an eagle, she also had the pride of a lion. No one could stop the monster from being made.

The next day was even more murky and gray, the wealthy was rainy and chilly. Nali used her skills once again when Naomi checked on her, immediately she burst into crocodile tears. Her arms flung around him as she sobbed into his chest, the despair she was putting on as a mask was truly believable to Naomi, so he did his best to comfort her. Her heart pounded in her chest, ringing in her ears from his touch, she wanted to crawl into his skin to be impossibly close to him forevermore. Nali knew that she had to kill off the rest of the people in her way to get to his heart, she knew who was next. In her troubled mind, she made a sick list of who had to be taken away, however, she had a plan.

The plan is that she would ask them politely to back off before threatening and then doing what she did to Eun-Woo as a last resort. So she did for months after the first incident, though she began to get sloppy as she continued her vile and monstrous crimes. One evening she was committing another murder, and then there was a knock on her apartment door. Nali jumped out of her skin and hid the body in the bathtub and closed the shower curtain changing clothes before she rushed to the door to open it..It was him…Naomi was right there. He had heard everything that was happening and saw her bloody towel on the floor, his usually tan glowing skin was pale and dull, and he looked scared.

Nali froze in the moment, like a deer in the headlights. This was it she felt, the final standoff, the end of her life, Naomi had found out her dirty secret. The cops came quickly, however, she used her acting skills again of course, and pretended that someone had broke in and attacked both of them and she was rendering aid to the victim in the apartment with the name of Sakura, the injuries that Nali had were consistent with a struggle and the evidence from the state of her home were consistent with a break in, Or so it seemed.

Once Nali was taken to court, there wasn’t any real hard evidence against her, just circumstantial. The trial wasn’t long either, the jury only deliberated for an hour and came back with a verdict of not guilty. What? How could that be? Nali was Obviously guilty, right? Of course not, she was far too pretty and had too clean of a record to do such a heinous crime, everyone believed it too, even Naomi.

Following the Trial Naomi and Nali went back to work, and while using these acting and manipulation skills Nali somehow convinced Naomi to date her. Even after the events that had happened the year prior. They seemed happy though, a perfect couple, soulmates if you will. Their relationship grew stronger the longer she toyed with his mind, making him fall deeper into her large venomous spider web. Years passed, and They debuted, They were a power couple while being top idols in Korea. Nali’s Acting career took off as well..though something was missing she thought, more control.

What was she ever to do now? Naomi could leave her at any moment without any baggage or guilt. The monster inside her snapped again and they hurried and settled down, now she had full control over him and her new family. The monster inside her however was still hungry, craving the feeling she had gotten before. Nali went back to committing the same vile, corrupt, villainous crime as she did before. Although far sneakier, like a sly snake. The Police could never catch this unknown serial killer no matter how hard they looked and investigated. All of the cases opened would go cold because there was no constant in the crimes so they couldn’t be linked together in any way. Eventually, they seemed to give up, leaving our malevolent maiden with a new sense of putrid pride, fueling her fire to find a new game, like a wolf in the dark forest stalking a small mouse. What will come of her daughter?...

There you have it: A story about The Monster in Seoul, Named Nali.

#kpop oc #yandere #love story #chapter 1

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