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pairing: dark!rafe x fem!pogue!reader

summary: ❝there’s only 24 hours in a day, and half of those you lay awake with thoughts of murder and carnage.❞ — when you accidentally witness rafe commit a murder, he’s willing to do everything he has to do in order to make sure there’s no loose ends. even if that means tracking you down and killing you himself.

warnings: predator/prey dynamic, murder, descriptions of violence and blood, time skips (just hours apart), choking (not the good kind), rafe quite literally tries to kill you, it kinda gives stockholm syndrome ngl

word count: 3.1k

a/n: series masterlist

hour one - 9:00 PM

“i can’t believe you talked me into taking this short cut to the boneyard, this is creepy as fuck.” you shivered, regretting your shoe choice as the gravel crunched underneath your sandals. “you’ll be here in no time, i swear! did you pass that abandoned house on the left already?” you froze, glancing back at the isolated dirt path. “girl- i haven’t seen anything since i turned this way like fifteen minutes back.” your friend gasped on the other end of the line. “where the hell are you then?!” lizzie yelled, attempting to shout over the music in the background.

“you tell me!” you cursed under your breath when you got a low battery notification. “look, my phone is about to die, i’ll try to call when i get closer.” you hung up, spotting a clear field to cut through. up in the distance you could see what looked like headlights. “thank god.” you sighed, making your way over in hopes of getting a ride out of here. as you got closer, you started rethinking your decision when two men came into your view, one pushing the other onto the ground. “what the fuck?” you whispered to yourself, your heart dropping as the man that was standing up pulled out a gun.

“please don’t do this! i’ll never steal from you again, man. i swear!” you were stuck, your feet not moving no matter how hard you tried. “you didn’t just steal from me, you stole from my family.” the cock of the gun was loud enough for your heart to beat wildly in your chest. “please, i’m begging you!” terror flooded through your system when the man on his knees glanced up, pointing a finger at you before the sound of a chamber being emptied pierced through the chilly night air. you jumped, covering your ears as they rung. the man fell with a thud, the realization of what you’ve just seen made your breath catch in your throat.

“hey!” the guy with the gun started running towards you, sending a shock of fear down your spine as you stumbled back. you whimpered when the palms of your hands landed on the bed of grass below you, the man’s footsteps only getting closer with each second you stayed on the ground. finally, when he was close enough for you to make out his face, you bolted in the opposite direction, a scream leaving your lips when he grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling you against his front as he breathed against your skin. “you shouldn’t have seen that.” he traced your arm with the cold metal of his gun. “please, i won’t tell anyone, i was just trying to get to a party when i saw your truck. i thought you could help me out.” you whimpered.

“thought i could help you out?” he repeated, turning you around in his grip, “you’ve seen my truck, and now you’ve seen my face. i don’t want to do this but your pretty little self was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.” tears welled in your eyes as he held the gun up to your head. “i won’t go to the cops, i promise!” you cried, hands wrapping around his wrist. “i’ll forget all of this even happened.” truth be told, he really didn’t want to kill you. the second you saw his eyes soften, you knee’d him in the groin, pushing him in the chest as you took the gun from his hand. “sorry, not sorry!” you shouted, running as fast as you can while he groaned in pain. “you stupid fucking bitch!” he yelled, punching the ground in frustration.

you put the gun on safety mode, throwing it in your purse as you ran and didn’t stop until you reached what looked like the beach. sure enough as you got closer, you could hear the cheer of nearby partygoers. you sighed in relief, making your way to the center where lizzie and jj were sitting down at. “oh my god, are you alright?!” your best friend wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a hug while jj examined you closely. “dude, you look like you just climbed out of the woods or something.” you rolled your eyes at his words. “thanks, jayj.” you sat down, contemplating if whether or not you should tell lizzie what happened.

“i texted you like fifteen minutes ago to check on you!” she hit your arm playfully. your phone. you quickly patted yourself down, subtly looking through your small purse for the device, only to realize that you might’ve dropped it during the whole ‘escape from the killer!’ fiasco. “oh, fuck.” you whispered to yourself, lizzie and jj already back in their own little love bubble. meanwhile just on the other side of the island, rafe was seated in his truck, still sore from you kicking him in his manhood. he didn’t dwell on it too much, everything he needed to physically get ahold of you currently sat in the palm of his hand.

not only did rafe have your phone, but when he took off your phone case just to see your state id wrapped in a twenty dollar bill, he also had your full name along with your address.

hour ten - 7:00 AM

you barely slept a wink last night. after you got home from the party, you showered with the bathroom door open, way too paranoid to go over five minutes without looking out the window. you glanced at your purse, still not being able to bring yourself to open it. the flash backs of the man’s lifeless body falling to the ground was enough to keep you up. now, with the morning sun flooding through your bedroom, you knew had to get up at some point and get yourself together. “fuck.” you rubbed your eyes, quickly brushing your teeth before making your way to the small kitchen. washing some dishes from the day before, you stared out the window as you got lost in your thoughts.

he doesn’t know my name, how could he even find me? what if he found my phone with my id in it? eh, he’s probably too busy burying a body to worry about me.

“ouch!” you hissed, looking down to see that you accidentally cut yourself with one of the kitchen knives. “snap out of it.” you sighed to yourself, sucking on your finger as you looked through one of the drawers for a band aid. just as you spotted one, your heart stopped when you heard the familiar crunch of gravel in the driveway. your worst nightmare coming true when you saw the same black truck from last night parked outside. “no, no, no, no, no,” you ran to the front door, where you were met with a loud bang. “open up, y/n.” you paced around nervously, having no phone to call anyone for help. “leave me alone! i didn’t go to the police last night, and i won’t go to them ever, okay? please leave.”

“i can’t do that. you have something of mine, and i want it back.” you shuddered at the sound of his voice. “if you give me my gun, you’ll get your phone back. easy trade off.” that explains why he knew your name and where you lived. “you have my phone?” you wiped your eyes, walking closer to the trailer door. “i sure do, babe.” you debated with yourself, your breath quickening with each second you stayed silent. “will you leave me alone after this?” you unlocked the small latch, your heart beating in your ears as you opened the door, revealing the, rather beautiful, psycho that tried to kill you yesterday. “i’ll leave you alone. promise.” his eyes danced over your body. you were just in a tank top and underwear.

“i’ll be right back.” you took a deep breath, grabbing the gun out of your purse before returning back to him. when you opened the door once more, he was no where to be seen. “you make this too easy for me.” he clamped a hand over your mouth as he dragged you out of the living room and into your bedroom where he shoved you into the wall. you had no idea where the gun was pointing to, but you still pulled the trigger in a last minute effort to defend yourself. both of you jumped back, a bullet hole now adorning a spot next to your bed frame. you held the gun up, your hand shaking as you aimed at his head. “where’s my phone?” all the fear in your body was now replaced by anger. he held his hands up in defense, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

“here,” he took the device out of his pocket, tossing it on your bed. “if i was going to rat you out i would’ve done it already,” you started, “this gun has my prints all over it, too. if i went to the cops with this i’d look just as guilty.” you watched as his face fell in realization. “i don’t even know your name.” you emptied the clip of the gun, the bullets falling to the floor with a clink. “rafe.” was all he said as you pushed the gun into his chest. “listen, rafe, i’m not a runner, i don’t run from anyone. you, however, killed somebody and i happened to witness it. that’s all. you got what you wanted now, so leave.” you grabbed your phone, walking past him to the kitchen.

“i believe you, but i can’t trust you. ‘not when i have too much to lose.” he followed you, unaware of the knife you had in your grip. “so make a move.” you turned around. rafe glanced at the knife in your hand, a smirk forming on his lips. “i’m into knifeplay, don’t threaten me with a good time.” he charged at you, knocking the weapon out of your grasp. before you could react, he wrapped a hand around your throat, lifting you up onto the counter as he started choking you out. your eyes widened while you frantically reached to the side for anything to hit him with. just as your vision started getting hazy, you felt the cast iron of your skillet on the stovetop, swinging it across his head. he fell instantly, his eyes fluttering shut as he his body slumped against the floor.

you rubbed the skin of your neck, tears running down your face as you fought to catch your breath. “oh, shit.” you whimpered, leaning down to check if he had a pulse. still alive, dammit. you leaned against the wall, trying to come up with something fast before he woke up. thirty minutes later, and you had him tied to a chair in the middle of your living room. “this will have to do.” you sighed, sticking a piece of tape over his mouth.

hour eighteen - 3:00 PM

“what the fuck?” rafe’s voice was raspy when he woke up, his eyes widening slightly as he spotted you staring at him from the couch. “what time it is?” he groaned, nearly knocking his chair over at how hard he was thrashing in it. “three o’ clock, which means you’ve been knocked out cold for eight hours.” you blinked. “eight hours?! what the fuck happened?” he looked around. you couldn’t help the scoff that left your lips. “what happened? you started choking me like a crazy person and i hit you with a skillet before you could actually kill me.” you moved closer, showing him the purple marks that now adorned your neck. apart of him hated that he did it, but it was too late to take it back now.

he licked his lips, cringing at the weird taste. “did i have tape on my mouth?” he grimaced. “yes, but you started breathing weird so i took it off.” you walked to the kitchen, rafe’s eyes glued to the way your jeans hugged your ass. “can you untie me?” he sighed when he heard you laugh. “not a chance,” you came back to the living room with a water bottle and a chair. “we’re gonna talk first before i let you go anywhere.” you took a seat in front of him, your knees knocking against his. you opened the water bottle, bringing it up to his lips. “i choked the shit out of you and you wanna give me water?” if he felt like crap before, he felt even worse now. “do you want it or not?” he nodded.

you hated how attractive you found him, the way he was gazing up at you right now made butterflies flutter in your tummy. once he hummed that he had enough, you leaned back in your seat. “before you shot that guy last night you said he stole something from your family. what was it?” rafe sighed, shaking his head. “why should i tell you?” he scoffed. “i’ll answer whatever questions you ask me in return.” you leaned forward, your cleavage making him uncomfortably hard in his cargo shorts. “any question?” you tilted your head. “yes, but answer mine first.” you ignored the smirk that lifted in the corner of his lips. “he stole gold,” rafe cleared his throat, “like a shit ton of it.” he swallowed.

“did you get it back?” you peered up at him through your eyelashes, completely oblivious to the tent in his shorts, or so he thought. “of course i did.” you shivered at the deep baritone of his voice. rafe knew both of you were treading dangerous territory as your looks started lingering a second longer, your fingers tracing his chin everytime he asked for more water. “what does one do with that much gold? when they’re already rich, i mean.” you licked your lips, resting your cheek in the palm of your hand. “get more richer.” he shrugged. “my turn.” rafe cleared his throat.

“you can’t go to the cops, and you can’t leave me tied here forever. what are you gonna do?” you sighed, spending the last eight hours asking yourself the same thing. “i don’t know, rafe. if i let you go, you might try to kill me again.” he watched you carefully, guilt settling in his gut. “i won’t do anything, i swear i’ll-” you cut him off, “you said that last time.” rafe’s eyes flickered down to your neck, his jaw clenching. “nah, you have my word.” even though he looked sincere, you knew better than to give in right away. “no.” you got up, grabbing your purse as you made your way to the front door. “woah, where are you going?” rafe started pulling at the restraints, shouting after you as you walked out your trailer.

hour twenty three - 8:00 PM

the last thing you expected to see when you got home was rafe lying on his side, staring at nothing as you rushed over to help him up. “what the hell?” you grunted, pulling the chair up. “i tried to get out of this.” he looked completely defeated as you pulled your hair out of your face. “yeah, i can see that,” you placed the bag of food you had on the kitchen table, returning with a pair of scissors. “y/n, it’s been well over a day since my last meal, just let me go i swear i’ll be out of your hair.” he swallowed dryly. kneeling down on the floor, you started cutting the ropes from the chair, mumbling a ‘don’t make me regret this.’

rafe stared wide eyed as you set him free, immediately backing away from him as he rolled his shoulders back. “your keys are on the small table by the front door.” you were practically trembling with fear when he loomed over you. with a gentle hand, he softly traced your face, his fingers trailing down your neck to touch the bruises there. “i’m sorry.” rafe whispered. not knowing how to respond, you simply blinked with a small nod. “i got you something to eat in the kitchen,” you motioned towards the white paper bag with a burger and fries in it. rafe looked at you as if he couldn’t believe you were real.

“you bought me food?” you relaxed when he stepped away, his hands on his head as he slowly paced back and forth. “yes..” your voice came out small. rafe was quiet for a minute before he looked at you with a look that sent shivers down your spine, except this time it wasn’t out of terror. “do you want to play a game, y/n?” he eyed your frame, loving the way your tits looked in that pretty tube top of yours. “i’m kind of tired of games, don’t you think we’ve played cat and mouse long enough?” you smiled softly when he laughed. “while you do have a point, this is a game that you win regardless.” rafe watched as you let your hair down from it’s claw clip, “why not?”

“i’m sure you’re familiar with hide and seek?” your eyebrows knitted in confusion. “of course i’m familiar, but why that one?” you questioned. “well here’s the thing; i’m gonna count to sixty and give you one minute to hide. if i don’t find you in two minutes, you’ll never have to worry about me showing up at your doorstep again, but if i do find you.. i fuck you.” you were immediately taken aback, your heart pounding in your ears as he got close to you once again. any normal person would immediately reject, not even giving it a second thought before declining, but a large part of you was thrilled at the idea of being hunted down. only when your life didn’t actually depend on it, of course.

you looked up at him, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as a nervous habit. “okay.” rafe smiled devilishly. “run.” his eyes were dark when the word left his mouth. “w-what?” you stuttered, panic coursing through your veins. “i said fucking run.” he said through gritted teeth, your feet moving as he started counting down. you ran into the bedroom, cursing under your breath as you look around for a concealed hiding spot. you lived in a trailer for god’s sake, you had limited space. choosing your best bet, you squeezed into your closet, bringing your knees up to your chest as the words ‘ready or not, here i come!’ echoed in your ears.

you could hear shuffling in the bathroom and the kitchen, your eyes screwing shut as his foot steps got closer to your room. rafe was already a minute down. just as you thought he was going to walk away, the door to your closet swung open.

hour twenty four - 9:00 PM

“gotcha.”

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mykinkyyandere · 1 year

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Yandere Tyler Galpin (Based on S1)

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Tyler Galpin X gn!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, dark, mildly smut, mild sexual content, implied future noncon, noncon/dubcon touches, chaining, kidnapping, obsession, possession, obsessive/possessive/delusional behaviours, violence & death, murder, stealing stuff, misused stolen underwear, stalking, following, disturbingly violent depictions (sorry if i missed sth)

Ever heard of monster cases? Yes, monster. The press says bear attack but you better watch out. They're giving false information about the bodies, and the monster is sure to be very, very cruel. When you go for a walk to have a good time, you may be the victim of piercing eyes peeking through the trees. It approaches so carefully that you can't even tell where it's coming from. One victim, two victims, three victims... Are you the next? You might ask, 'Did anyone manage to escape from it?'. But there's a more interesting question: Did the person who escaped really escape by his own effort, or did the monster let him escape? But the real question is: Why?

Tyler Galpin. There's a good chance you know him. Weathervane is the only good cafe around and you must have been in there. Everyone goes there. As a Nevermore student or sweet girl next door, you'll definitely get this barista's attention. He doesn't sit in the back and silently watch you while you sip your coffee. Yes, the first time he sees you, he's definitely captivated by your presence and watches you for a few days in amazement, but it doesn't take long for him to break his silence. He makes his first move with an awkward "Do you need anything?" or "I have a quick question about the customer satisfaction".

You think how nice and sweet he is. Completely ignorant of the facts, you accept the coffee he brings on the house. When he sits on your booth and talks about random things, his eyes turn away as if he's too shy. When he accidentally takes your hand, he smiles nervously and immediately apologizes. How good at pretending to be... innocent.

As he gets closer to you, he quickly changes from his "shy" mood to "silly lover" mood. Silent and long stares that he's unaware of, spacing out while talking, thoughtful compliments, the "I'm confused but got it, anyways how about a coffee tomorrow?" attitude he gives when you try to reject him, facial expressions that match his play.... You turn everything into a game for him.

You trigger his sadistic and animalistic instincts, which he hides from everyone, with a feeling he can't explain. It's like the excitement of a predator hunting its prey greedily. Being around you and watching you gives him an indescribable pleasure. His eyes, glowing with a dark excitement that no one notices, follow you wherever you go. His mouth waters, his breathing becomes heavy, and an ominous smile forms on his face. It's an addictive feeling, like riding a roller coaster. When he tells you to be careful and stay out of danger, being the danger itself makes him want to laugh. How appetizingly ironic!

Fortunately, your first meet didn't happen while he was wandering in the dark fully turned. Because of his insatiable nature, he could tear you apart before he could fall in love with you. But if you're lucky and he sees you at a time when he can act consciously, he'll let you escape. Why didn't he break you like a small twig? This question would be the only thing on his mind until he sees you again.

If you knew the truth, would you still keep talking to him? If you knew he was behind of those deaths, would you return his awkward smile? When you think he's working at the cafe, in class at school or at home for dinner, he actually watches your every single step like he has no other purpose. He's so interested in what you do, wants to know it all. He has to know everything or he'll lose it.

His father doesn't notice his obsession or think it's an obsession. Let's say he realizes, there's nothing he can do. Tyler succeeds in not attracting his father's attention and making it seem like an ordinary romance. He doesn't have to, but he doesn't want an extra trouble. He limits the things he has to deal so he can devote all his time to you. He even shows you're doing him good by being warm to his father so he wouldn't have to deal with him to always be with you.

If his son is in love with an outcast, he's not happy and always keeps an eye on you. Even though you're an outcast, Tyler makes progress so much he decides you're one of the safe ones and makes an exception for you. You're lucky you don't get his son in trouble and recover him in a way that even the doctor couldn't. He saw how crazy Tyler went when he tried to separate you from him for the first time. If you're a normie he's grateful. It's good to know his son eventually gets over his mother and their troubled father-son relationship.

When his father sees you at their house all the time, he just shakes his head and leaves. Or he almost rolls his eyes every time he sees you with Tyler in the cafe. But he finds it a little weird when he hears Tyler muttering about you all the time. Saying your name without noticing, phrases like "I need to see you" or "I miss you". Some are more concerning, especially when he says it like an experienced serial killer. "I'll rip that boy's throat out" or "I'll rip that bitch's head off". But he's probably just being jealous, right? Teens like to overreact everything.

It's much easier for him to watch and manipulate you if you're a normie. Monsters and all other hidden information are impossible to access unless you have a close friend from Nevermore. He can make you his in a short time and you don't stand a chance against him. But he likes to take his time. It's fun. He watches you hungrily as you sweetly wander around. You look around in fear when you hear noises that are suspicious because you know about the "bear" attacks. Oh, that look of panic that appears every part of your face...

Being an outcast makes things a lot more complicated and difficult, but damn, he loves a good chase. He can sit and talk about Nevermore, what you've discovered, and the monster. Anything you want. You two can search the forest together or he can prepare you a romantic surprise in the middle of it. For some reason he keeps hiding the truth. Running into his arms from danger isn't something he wants to lose. He almost mocks you while smiling. His "hidden" authority over you makes him feel like a different monster.

Get as close to the truth as you want, he would never hurt you. Blinded by your love, all he wants is to kidnap and lock you up. He loves you in a way that he can't even understand. The desire to crush the bones and rip the stomachs of every living thing he come across disappears when it comes to you. It's replaced by a different desire: to possess.

Jealousy, control, manipulation, violence. That rage-filled jealousy creeps into him when he sees you with someone else. His stealth control efforts where he keeps you away from everyone by act the fool. The guilt he imposes on you and the confused always right guy mask while doing this. Going after them one by one at a time that you're completely unaware of, leaving a terrified police team behind. Behind his good boy face lies a rabid monster ready to do anything for his love.

Sometimes you ask yourself if you ended up with him because you really loved him or because he made you feel obligated. There is no better choice than him. You overreact a lot, you are suspicious, you're being a jerk. It's always you. Why would you break this nice guy's heart if you're not selfish and arrogant who wants no one but the best?

He frowns, implying what you say is meaningless and silly. He puts an understanding but confused smile on his face. He looks at you for a few seconds and gives the breath he's been holding, saying "Alright.". He looks around and shakes his head, then looks at you. With disturbing pauses, "I don't... I don't quite understand why you don't want to spend time with me. I thought we liked each other." He makes you self-doubt again.

But you start to really suspect him. Let him look as innocent as he wants, everyone makes mistakes. You saw your stuff in his room. Not just your ordinary stuff. He even had your used underwear, and there was a white, dried liquid on it. You didn't even want to think about it. How could he do this? You never expected this from him. As if that wasn't enough, the earphone you dropped when you were running away from the monster for the first time was. on. his. desk. But the last straw... when you went to the forest to research in the middle of the night, you saw it again. All those screams and images... And the deadliest thing happened to you: you fainted.

You shouldn't have been able to start a sentence with "When I opened my eyes," but when you opened your eyes, you found yourself in Tyler's bed. You shuddered in panic and were thankful you were still alive. But after the shock, nothing made sense. How did he find you? His answers to your endless questions were inconsistent. You noticed he was getting uneasy so you stopped. He insisted you stay at his house that night, even though you didn't want to. He whispered while caressing your hair, his eyes were reddish but not from crying. The way he breathes and speaks, the way he looks at you was very frightening. You were scared of him and lost your trust in him for the first time. "Don't worry, you're safe with me."

You're not sure whether you should talk to him pretending like nothing happened or cut all ties immediately, but your instincts tell you to be careful. Very careful. You know, like when you realize you're dreaming and you say to people, "Hey, it's a dream". From then on, they look at you in a demonic way. Their eyes tells you that you've just learned something you should never have and the consequences will be severe. Just like that, keep being his sweetheart and keep your mouth shut. Ignorance is bliss.

Something tells you that if you don't follow your fears and never learn the truth, Tyler will continue to treat you the way he's treating you now. Going to the movies with you, buying you your favorite coffee, trying to braid if you have long hair (he learned because he likes to play with your hair)... Normal couple activities. As you see his dark side, you realize the true intentions behind his demeanor. Your ignorance gives him satisfaction. Stay like that, don't know anything. Even though you're sure that he is the monster, look into his eyes with fear and keep being his little darling just because you're so scared to leave. He wants it. If you say you know his darkness inside, you feel like something terrible is going to happen to you. That he'll chain you to a dark cave and fulfill all his dark desires he has kept inside.

But you made mistakes, just like everyone else. Maybe you tried to trap him with your friends from Nevermore, or maybe you asked his father to keep his obsessive and perverted son away from you. Maybe you just tried to get away from him little by little. He knows no matter what you've done, he can't pretend that secrets don't exist anymore. It saddens him these beautiful moments with you, such as keeping a small pet around and playing, will come to an end. After killing those he's supposed to kill, he chains you just as you feared, but not to a cave. To his bed. He wants you to feel comfortable, it's your first time with him after all.

He groans at your naked body and rubs his lips against your ear. "You look so delicious."

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walalppper · 1 year

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Little Game - dark! Rafe Cameron x (Y/n)

Dark Rafe Cameron x Reader (x Pope Heyward) Part I

(Reader is 19 years old) warnings/tags: 18+, obsessive!Rafe, violence, physical/verbal abuse, toxic relationship.

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Little Game

Everyone in Outer Banks knew who Rafe Cameron was for obvious reasons, and everyone also knew to not mess with his girl. But in the midsummer fest (Y/n) met a wonderful person, he made her feel safe, loved, and beautiful, feelings she never experienced with Rafe. It’s not like he abused her, he just had a weird way of letting her know he loved her, and Pope was aware of that.

He just wanted to make her feel protected, and eventually, she let herself go and started a secret relationship with Pope behind Rafe’s back. At first, she didn’t think much about the consequences of her actions, but slowly with time she was starting to grow paranoid, disgusted, and awful in general. Rafe was an awful boyfriend, but he didn’t deserve this.

But here she was again, promising herself to meet up with Pope Heyward one last time and end everything.

“We can…I can take you away from here (Y/n). Just-” Pope softly spoke to her. Shaking her head as no, she gently pleads. “Pope…you don’t know what he’s capable of doing-”

“Capable of doing what?” Rafe’s voice echoed in the small cabin they were in. “Oh no…am I interrupting something?” He chuckled, slowly closing the door behind him, and glancing over at both.

“Rafe…” (Y/n) trembled with fear.

“No need for that…” he nodded. “I know exactly what’s going on here. You were about to leave me for this pogue.” He nodded, slowly reaching out to grab the crowbar that stood against the wooden wall of the cabin.

“(Y/n) get behind me…” Pope whispered, rolling his hands into firm fists. At the sight of the scene, she knew something bad was about to go down. Rafe was already swinging the crowbar in Pope’s direction. Rafe was predictable, she knew him too well, there was no way Pope could beat him alone. Running as fast as she could to the entrance door, she looked over at Pope “I’ll go get help!” and disappeared in the next second.

“Sure, you will…” Rafe whispered under his breath, glancing over at Pope with a malicious smile.

xxx

Panting, sweating dripped down her forehead as she ran as fast as possible through the woods. She had to find JJ, John b, Kiara, someone!

It was a stormy night as the wind blew violently through the tall trees ahead, it was freezing. Shivering, (Y/n) pulled her blouse tighter around her as she slowed down. Gasping for air she started looking around. Finally slowing down she felt a bit safer that the man was no longer chasing after her. Her mind was racing all over. ‘Why did I do this? Now Pope might be hurt or even-’

The sudden strange noise behind her startled her, making her wake up from the sudden memories of the events that happened she shook her head no in total disbelief at the man right in front of her. He was standing just a few meters across her, maybe she could still make a run for it and get back before him.

“I told you to stop running.”

“You’re psychotic!” She yelled in the hope someone was nearby and could come to save her.

"And you cheated on me."

"That doesn't give you the right to beat him..."

A small ‘hm’ escaped his lips as he started approaching her. “Stay away!” She yelled once more, throwing a small rock in his direction. Dodging the rock that was just thrown to his figure, he grabbed her by the back of the neck, looking her dead in the eyes. “I killed Peterskin. Did he tell you that part?” It was obvious she didn’t know by the expression of shock on her face. “Where did all that courage you had just go?” Rafe joked.

Tears were starting to form in the corner of her eyes. “You’ll be in jail for what you did…not only to Peterkin but to-” “Those pogues?” He cut immediately after her, furrowing his eyebrows he tightened his grip around her. “They got what they deserved.”

She couldn’t even look him in the eyes after everything he did. But she had the courage let people know the truth about what happened, the people he murdered, and the ones he attempted to. Chucking a bit to himself he lets go of her. “But you know what? I’m a fair man…” Beyond being high off his mind he was also loving seeing her so tense and nervous, fighting with all her strenght to get back to that Pogue. A sudden grin grew on his lips, understanding exactly what she was thinking. “You know what? Fine.” He nodded his head, “Let’s play a little game.”

Looking at him confused, (Y/n) was about to open her mouth to speak. “You run…and I try to catch you. If you get to that pogue first I’ll hand myself to the police.” She knew it was impossible to run from him, and he knew she knew it. But what choice did she have? Even if it was 1 chance in 100, she would take it.

“But-”

Locking his eyes with hers, he smirked. “But if I catch you, you’ll have to go back with me. Stay quiet about this whole situation and…” Caressing gently her cheek he spoke. “Never talk to those pogues ever again.”

Her teary (e/c) stared back at him. “You’re fucking psychotic…” “Yet you still love me, don’t you?”

Letting go of her he took his jacket off and wrapped it gently around her shoulders. “Or we can just cut the bullshit and you come home with me right now.” Pushing him away she shook her head no. “You might even be surprised by the outcome of this stupid game.”

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Part II (Available Soon)

English is not my first language but i hope you enoyed :P

#rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe headcanons #rafe fanfiction #rafe angst #rafe smut #obx #obx jj #obx x reader #obx netflix #pope heyward #pope obx #rafe cameron x reader #pope heyward x reader #outer banks #yandere #dark theme

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Destiny’s Cruel Joke | Sandman Imagine

Summary: Years into his imprisonment, Morpheus realizes the daughter of Alex Burgess is his soulmate, so as a punishment he decides to take her prisoner.

Pairing: Dark! Morpheus x Burgess! Reader

Requested: Yes

Morpheus had always been a part of your life, growing up you would always sneak away into the dungeon and visit whom you would call Bubble Man.

Sometimes you would only sit right in front of him and you would stare at each other for hours until the security guards called your Alex or Paul to get you out of there.

The Endless watched you grow into this beautiful woman that would confide in him, even when he didn’t say a word. Maybe that was just it, because of his lack words you saw in him a twisted safe place, even through his intense stare and the mixture of blinding seek of revenge towards your family, the last thing he would do was judge you.

He felt neutral about you, he didn’t hate you, you were actually the one person of the Burgess family he would empathize with.

In all his years of imprisonment he had one important discovery, and it was that you, Y/N Burgess were his soulmate. For a long time he had been searching for you, for you to be a Burgess seemed to be a cruel joke of Destiny, even though in retrospect, Destiny was not the type to make jokes.

Finally Morpheus was able to break free from his prison, you ran to see what was going on and you stumbled upon the sight of two guards passed out and the Bubble Man completely bare and raging.

The man approached you, grabbing your wrist so hard, you felt like it would snap in two. “You’re coming with me” he spoke firmly, even when you tried to break free from his grasp but it was useless.

You tried to scream out for help from your parents, anyone. But Morpheus threw you over his shoulder and dragged you into the portal just as your father Paul appeared but it was too late as you both disappeared in a flash.

When you arrived to the Dreaming he kept you away while he went on with his quest in search for his totems.

As he came back to the realm, he came to your room with a big box he left at the side of your bed. You looked at each other, there was an indescribable tension between the two of you, a magnetism.

“Get changed and join me” he demanded

“Why would I do anything you say?” You defied him and he would lie if he said it didn’t arouse him, in a unorthodox way.

“Because you no longer have a life outside this palace, you may want to get used to it”

That was the last thing he said before leaving your dorm, he hated how empty he felt in your absence, the curious thing about soulmates is how your life seems to change once they enter.

You had to admit with time Morpheus intrigued you, although you put some resistance, the Lord of Dreams was an incredibly complex being but every time you felt like a some sort of affection towards him, his behaviors would confuse you.

Sometimes, that hard exterior of his would fade, you would have certain moments were things felt right between you, but as soon as you started to get more intimate or you were too close to one another, he would completely shut down again, leaving you frustrated.

Until one day, you were having a discussion as one of his nightmares put you in a dangerous situation, he had secluded you to your room with him as you were having a pretty heated discussion.

“You could’ve died! Do you not see that?!” Morpheus exclaimed

“Why do you care so much? You can’t even hold a conversation with me for five minutes before running off!” Morpheus was going back an forth in the room, uneasy, angry, frustrated. Like a tea pot that had been under the heat for too long and was ready to burst.

“Believe me Y/N, I have tried not to but it is beyond me” he explained the best he could, but you wouldn’t have it. So you stood up two inches away from his face, practically breathing on him. He hate to admit it, but he was weak when it came down to you, he was aroused by your constant question to his authority.

“I deserve a fair fucking explanation. Why do you still have me here? You could just let me go, be done with all this bother I seem to cause you”

Morpheus looked into your eyes, you were so close to him your noses were almost grazing each other, he could even feel your warmth, your scent, he could see every mark and blemish on your face. His whole body was screaming your name, he was dying to touch you as his breathing got heavier.

He couldn’t bare this torture a minute longer… so he grabbed you and pushed you against the wall and as your back crashed the solid surface so did his lips when finding yours.

It wasn’t a sweet, innocent kiss; no. This was a desperate, hungry, passionate kiss. So much that you could barely breathe.

This was the kiss of a man that had been trying to get rid of his feelings and those feelings were eating him alive.

A part of you thought this was wrong, it was perverse and obscure to be with the one responsible for taking your life away and torturing your parents.

But why did you reciprocate his actions? Why were you feeling the same hunger and lust this man felt for you?

After what seemed like an eternity, Morpheus pulled away and he stared at your rosy cheeks and plump lips as a result of your kiss.

“You are a Burgess, your family ruined my kingdom and your world out of greed. But you too are my soulmate Y/N Burgess” you blinked a few times, trying to understand what he was saying

“Your soulmate?” It was the only thing you were able to say, suddenly a lot of things made sense but that opened a new cascade of questions.

“Yes. I’ve tried to escape this countless times, but I can’t and it’s been killing me to deny the truth”

“What truth, Morpheus?”

“That I am meant to love you as you are meant to love me” he was looking at you so intensely it was scary, he seemed to want to run away again as he reincorporated.

“Why are you running from me?” You asked as you grabbed his wrists, you wouldn’t let him get away so easily this time. So he was forced to stare at you, he was trembling, he just wanted to succumb, but his conflicted mind was imposing his desires.

“Because I can only contain myself for so long. I fear that if I stay I might lose the few lapsus of decorum I have” the tension was unbearable, the air was dense and Morpheus couldn’t even look at you anymore.

“Fuck decorum” you said before going in for a kiss, he practically groaned in delight like an animal when he gave into you, he was getting his hands on any skin he was able to grasp, making you weak to your knees.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, you nodded, not trusting your own voice. “I need you to say it, Y/N”

“Fuck me” it was all you were capable of saying.

After that, Morpheus went feral on you, he kissed your neck, ripped your dress as he removed your underwear and in no time he was already inside you thrusting into you with such force he was practically fucking the absolute life out of you.

You could only moan and scream out of pleasure as you dig your nails into his shoulder and he pressed your thigh on his waist, giving him a power over you as he was able to sink deeper inside you. Your whole body was shaking as you were brutally fucked, drunken on the sensation of him and only him.

He loved this, having you like this, being inside you with such sloppiness and urgency, this wasn’t gentle or sweet, him taking you right in this moment was a barbaric act filled with adrenaline, it was the act of a man taking a woman in the most primal way.

This was about pleasure, not about rationality of moral. You were both so tired of overthinking everything, that for the first time you allowed yourself to indulge in your darkest desires.

You would worry about the rest, later.

But for now, you were together and the whole world could burn in the meantime.

#the sandman comics #sandman imagine #sandman netflix #dream of the endless #morpheus dream #sandman x reader #dark morpheus #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus sandman #morpheus headcanons #morpheus imagines #morpheus #sandman shitpost #sandman x y/n #sandman x you #tom sturridge #alex burgess

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maarigolds · 1 year

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Lockwood & Co. + Dæmons

#first time attempting somewhat artistic gifs and it did not go well lmao #but hopefully yall agree with my headcanons #lockwood & co.#lockwood and co #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood #george karim #locklyle #netflix #lockwood and co edit #netflix edit #his dark materials #💙🖤🧡#my gifs

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yanpotatowriter · 1 year

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Hi could you do yandere Tyler galpin x reader headcannons

He is very possessive to the point where he scares away his obsessions friends so that his obsession spends more time with him, he won’t actually scare away their friends face to face but does it anonymously through death treats and animal carcasses left in their lockers/at their house with a treat that if they don’t leave his obsession alone then they will end up like that. He pretends to be very concerned about his obsession and has given himself one of those death treats so that he would not be seen as someone who could be the culprit, especially after he is constantly seen consoling his obsession and making sure to make his obsession happy with distractions and free drinks at the weathervane. He will make himself look like he can’t do anything wrong whenever he is around his obsession, pretty much making him look like the ideal person to be around with especially when people have socially outcasted his obsession even when the death threats have stopped.

He has pretty much shown his obsession that no matter what happens he will always be there for them and nothing will be able to keep him away from them so when he asks them to be his partner their only natural response is to agree to be in a relationship with them, especially since Tyler has pulled out all the stops and asked them that in a very carefully planned out date. He won’t let his father get in the way of dating his obsession, so if his father tries to interfere he will just yell at him that he never around so how can he decide what is best for him when he doesn’t even know what Tyler likes. He likes to take pictures of his obsession whenever they are hanging out with each other and post them on social media/print them out to put them in a photo album. He also has notes on what his obsession likes and dislikes and often adds new things to them, he wants to know what his obsessions preferences are so that he can make sure that whenever they are together it is just a perfect or a good time, he makes sure to remember little things they told him and also uses that information to give his obsession little/small gifts catered to their likes.

#yandere tyler galpin #yandere tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin #dark!tyler galpin #yandere wednesday characters x reader #yandere wednesday characters #wednesday characters x reader #yandere wednesday netflix #wednesday netflix x reader #yandere wednesday netflix x reader #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons

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spectraling · 2 years

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As long as the storm rages within them they can find no peace. Not in life, not in death.

#dark netflix #jonas kahnwald #martha nielsen #stranger jonas #sad hopeless character covered in dirt my beloved #sometimes I think about how jonas had to live in a post-apocalyptic wasteland #having to look at the graves of everyone he loved every day for decades #and I go a little bit more insane #anyway this is based on a headcanon I developed a while back #where he's the one that decorates martha's grave during those hard hard years :')#and later his younger self will see it #blissfully unaware of what he has had to endure #or rather will endure I guess #it's good foreshadowing they def should've put some kind of sign of the character there #my art

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senseigarmfan · 1 year

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they are both autistic, i don’t make the rules.

[ reminder that this is just a headcanon! do not take it too seriously, also please don’t be mean/ableist or whatever if u do decide to comment on this, that isn’t cool at all. ]

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ittibittititti · 10 months

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Best news I've seen today.

#dear diary #hoping they run with the headcanon that George is not *just* a tomboy #we shall see all my Julian fantasies come to life #I'm a huge fan of the 1995-97 adaptation as well #bbc please do NOT go down Netflix route and make it unnecessarily dark just to make it realistic and current time appropriate #let them be kids with dumb bravado and an annoying knack of finding trouble #enid blyton #you were a significant part of my childhood

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jeremys-blogs · 2 years

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Re-watching Age of Resistance, I first found it odd that SkekTek, the Skeksis Scientist, would have had a friendship with Aughra back in the day. But as I thought on it, I actually found myself speculating that, out of all of the Skeksis we see, he actually comes off as the most genuinely likeable, at least as far as their standards will allow. He has a fondness for the animals he keeps, he cautions his Emperor about taking too much essence (lest the darkening spread even faster than it already is) and he seems less concerned with being an overlord to Thra like the rest of his kind.

So maybe, back in ancient times, he really was the good boy of the bunch. A young Skeksis, fresh from being separated from his Mystic counterpart, suddenly finding a great curiosity about Thra and everything in it. Hungry for knowledge and learning. Perhaps Aughra, the embodiment of Thra itself, sees this in him and offers herself as a guide, and the two go journeying together so he can see and know what’s out there, and a friendship is developed.

But then, Aughra goes off on her stellar journey, leaving SkekTek alone with nobody but other Skeksis. He keeps learning, but without Aughra’s care and guidance he does so through increasingly immoral means, not helped by the goading and demands of his race. A few centuries pass and we find him as he is, withered and confined to his lab, no longer going out into the world to learn, instead making horrific discoveries like the draining of essence.

All speculation, I know, but it fits the little we know about him, and would be a tragic end to what, maybe, was once a good person that even Aughra deemed worthy of her friendship 😟

#screenshot #screencap #netflix #the dark crystal #the dark crystal age of resistance #skektek #the scientist #aughra #skeksis #thra #speculation #headcanon

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gremlinsinthegarden · 11 months

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Wednesday Addams Headcanon:

Her favorite children's author is Roald Dahl. Though his stories are for children, they are dark, not shying away from death, poverty, and abuse. He manages to express the frustration and powerlessness children feel when decisions are made for them by adults without their consent. Plus the main characters are frequently outcasts in their worlds. She suspects that he was an Outcast like her family.

#Wednesday Netflix hc #wednesday addams #wednesday headcanons #roald dahl #Dark children's lit

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crienselt · 2 months

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So a few days ago I saw someone (elsewhere) questioning Zutara fans’ excitement about the scarf scene. It wasn't a mean comment, more general curiosity. And well, I didn't have time to get my thoughts out then. But they haven't gone away, so I'm getting them out here:

Here’s what everyone need to understand about Zutara shippers. We were baited baaaad during the initial run of the show–from the magazines to the shorts to the trailers and how they were cut. And Zuko and Katara’s relationship on the show certainly underwent a lot of development and featured objectively emotional–if not overtly romantic–moments between the two. We were well fed, and we had reason to hope. Right up to the end, we had reason to hope.

The shipping wars were the shipping wars, of course, with all the usual tensions; there are always going to be overzealous fans of each (and any) pairing willing to get toxic. Generally, I think Kataang fans were always jealous of Zutara’s popularity and Zutara fans, post finale, were jealous of Kataang’s, well, canon status. But really it operated much the same as any other large fandom’s shipping wars.

And then came Bryke and the panel where they showed and mocked Zutara fan art, some of which had been created by teens if not straight up children. Then came their, “Come on, kids! It was never going to work. Zutara is just dark and intriguing.”* And the pièce de résistance, their telling Zutara shippers (specifically girls/women) that they were doomed to have failed romantic relationships. Like, what? The thing with the art was arguably cruel, and the rest of it was oh, so condescending. Just all around not well done.

The after effect was that Zutara went from being simply a fanon pairing to a wrong pairing. The ATLA fandom at large became a far more hostile place for Zutara fans, who were now more commonly deemed delusional and viewed as lesser fans. The vitriol only got worse when the show came to Netfilx and the next wave of antis rolled up with their co-opting of legitimate socio-political terms to paint Zutara not just as wrong but morally corrupt if not evil. It’s all very puritanical.**

So Zutara fans need to be reminded that we weren’t delusional, and we aren’t alone. It’s why it means so much to know that Dante Basco and Mae Whitman shipped their characters. And that so many other VAs came out as Zutara supporters too: Jack De Sena, Michaela Jill Murphy, Grey DeLisle, Janet Varney--even the cabbage man. For it to be revealed that it was discussed in the writers room; that the writers fought over it; that it WAS a canon possibility. (And that writers Joshua Hamilton and John O’Bryan are perfectly comfortable admitting their preference for Zutara.) To know that the Elizabeth Welch Ehasz described Zuko and Katara as an “Avatar-style Mr. and Mrs. Smith,” in the script for The Southern Raiders, and used the phrase “Zutara-feuling synchronicity and cooperation” to describe their action sequences. To see Giancarlo Volpe, a Kataanger, admit Zutara might been the better pairing in retrospect and choose a quiet scene between them (to see their “chemistry”) as what he’d most look forward to in the live action adaptation. It’s why we cling to the artwork done by Korean animation director. We aren’t delusional. We aren’t alone.

But try telling that to the general fandom, right? Most are ignorant of a lot of this, particularly Hamilton and O’Bryan’s revelations re: the writers room. A lot of Zutara fans don't even seem to know. But being baited by Netflix on their official accounts? Oh, people see that. And we are reminded in a big way that we aren't delusional and we aren't alone. And everyone else has to remember it too.

So, of course, we're having fun clowning over the scarf scene. And I think most Zutara fans know we are clowning. I don't think most expect to get canon Zutara in live action because of one little scene or the fact that their Netflix icons are facing each other. (I headcanon that that was totally the doing of Zutara shipper on staff, though, lol. Because there are a lot of us, and we are everywhere.)

And this is okay. Zutara has been doing just fine as a fanon ship. Meanwhile, NATLA might actually do Kataang justice. It always worked better as a future ship. (Really all the pairings do. But I especially don't ever need to see another 12 year old kissing let alone making out, in animation or live action, ever again.) There's a reason Padme and Anakin don't get together in Phantom Menace, after all. Also, there's always the chance they could give us Dante's or Mae's headcanon of them basically suppressing their feelings and choosing duty over love/right person-wrong time. And the odds of getting some more moments to clown over are high enough.

Anyway, TLDR: Zutara has been made to feel like an out-of-nowhere crack ship and the live action crumbs remind us that it is not. And this is at least partially why we are enjoying it. (Because, also, it's just fun!)

*Side tangent: I’ve never gotten this dark and intriguing comment. Even during Season 1, the height of the capture fic era, Zutara was always a ship fundamentally about hope, predicated on Zuko's redemption. (Back in the day, there were also plenty of antis arguing that there was no way Zuko would ever be one of the gaang.) And they say “intriguing” like it’s a bad thing? Are we not supposed to be interested in the relationships of their characters???

**There have been some very good think pieces written lately on late stage capitalism and consumption as morality. Worth googling.

#Zutara #atla #natla

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Yandere Xavier Thorpe (Based on S1)

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Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Xavier Thorpe X gn!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, dark, contains smut describes, language, noncon/dubcon touches & kisses, stalking, stealing stuffs, obsession, possession, obsessive/possessive/delusional/controlling/ behaviours, overly protective, manipulation, threatening, implied future kidnapping, implied secret smut, implied sexual fantasies, making the reader feel extremely guilty, emotional contol, emotional abuse, sexual abuse, shouting (sorry if i missed sth)

A/N: I believe I've posted this work on December 13th. After the scandals about the actor, I've decided not to write or post anything about him, except for this work because I've put a lot of effort into these headcanons. Then, while quickly deleting my reblogs about him, I've accidentally deleted this work as well. It was already available on AO3, so I didn't see the need to repost it here. But I've changed my mind, and I don't want to use his face.

Welcome. You can be a regular normie working in a coffee shop, or a regular outcast who goes to Nevermore High. Maybe your life is full of events, maybe you wish you could get rid of your boring life. Your outlook on life is pink or black, your behavior towards people is warm or cold, your heart is open or closed to love... Maybe love is such an insignificant detail for you that you don't even bother to think about it, maybe love is a wish you sleep and dream about every night. You name it. Is it a luck or a curse to have someone who would fall madly in love with you in every single situation? Many possibilities, but one outcome. You are doomed to a sick lover.

Xavier Thorpe. You probably don't know him. He's more interested in spying on you from afar and sticking your face in his mind. Dreaming about you each night then reflecting his fantasies on his canvas is offically his number one hobby. His roommate definitely knows his obsession and sees that it's more than just a blind love. His pinboard and sketch books are full of you, and he even sees some obscene drawings Xavier missed to hide. Creepy and sad, he thinks. He tries to talk about it with Xavier but gives up when he gets aggressive. He doesn't want to involve himself in this and leaves you to him.

Xavier enjoys admiring you from afar before approaching you. As an artist, he's aware that life, like art, has stages, and he allows each to take its time as it needs. Especially if it's your life and time. He's very attentive and patient. Admiring all the time.

Actually, if we go where all this obsession begins, your face starts lingering in his mind before he even sees you. His dreams have a complete effect on the development of his obsession. He saw your future together. He saw you being his soulmate. You're the one, you're his true love. It's unclear how long he's had his dreams, but it sure has been long enough for him to be mad about you.

When he sees you for the first time, an intense emotion pierces his heart. Hard to describe. His heart aches and beats like crazy, his breathing becomes erratic, and he becomes dizzy. The urge to kidnap you in that moment and lock you up where no one can find you becomes irresistible. He gets so jealous that he wants to be the only person who can be around you, look at you and talk to you. An intense jealousy that he doesn't want to share you with anyone and that always hurts him. He can't help staring at you, maybe that's partly why he's not in a rush to get you. You're so perfect that it's a pleasure for him to watch you live.

If you're a normie, seeing you in limited time kills him inside. Although he appreciates each of the stages individually, staying away from you for the tortured time encourages him to shorten or skip these stages. What's the point if he can't see you? He already starts manipulating you into loving him. What do you do if a charismatic and handsome young man gives you the most beautiful drawing you've ever seen in your life and asks you to give him a chance? Plus it moves! Even if you don't fall for these tricks, he doesn't give up trying. He'll get you eventually and he prefers your free will. It may be too late for a normie to realize his dark obsessions. Like, "going on multiple dates and giving him the exact moment he needs to finally kidnap you and not letting you go anywhere ever again" kinda late. It's easier to have you if you're a normie.

If you're an outcast, be prepared to be stalked. Do you feel like there's someone following you wherever you go? Even in your bedroom it feels like someone is watching you from the balcony? Unfortunately and naturally he can't stalk you all the time, but he watches over you as best he can. He also misses you a lot. After dozens of dreams, drawings, and collecting collections (correct, he makes a habit of going into your room and taking everything he thinks you won't notice) he finally decides it's time to talk to you. With small steps.

Sitting next to each other in class: His eyes are always on you. It's impossible not to notice this, of course you noticed. Almost creepy. He looks at you so much that all the teachers want to separate you. It's not clear whether he's there for the lessons or for a movie that you're the main star. He always entertains you with small moving drawings so that you don't get bored and smile all the time.

During the lesson, he takes off the hair tie with which he makes a bun and puts it on your wrist. He definitely wants to see it there until your "relationship" gets serious. If he can't see it, he questions where it went and gently tells you that wearing it makes him happy. So please wear it. Please.

Helping you with your homework: If you want, he can even do all your homework and won't let you get stressed, but this would be so obvious, right? Besides, when you're struggling, it's much better if he takes the opportunity to lean you on his shoulder and help you by smelling your hair from the top of your head. It's a win-win.

His exclusive drawing lessons just for you: No matter what your talent is, he insists on practicing together and sharing your art. He takes you to his special drawing area where he doesn't take anyone. After removing everything about you, of course. Oh, his instinct to chain you just over there... He leans over your shoulder and takes your hand and guides you slowly. Your spine chills when he gently grasp the back of your neck with his other hand. Is all this a bit too much? But he denies it.

When you take a break, you look around and see a painting that escaped his notice. Your painting. You're likely to find it innocent. But the panic on his face looks like there's more than that. You ask him why he's so worried. He lets out a nervous smile. "I don't want you to think I'm a crazy pervert." You ask if you can keep it. "Of course you can, I have- I, I have to start our lesson in a minute so, let's sit."

He's a sneaky guy who really knows how to play so that you don't sense anything wrong. So you accept to be his prom date. Eventually become his darling. He feels on top of the world. Being a "wealthy snob", he gives you everything you want and need. Whether you like it or not, he can't stop the urge to take good care of you. You deserve the best. If you don't accept he'll put emotional pressure on you to accept.

You have no idea how devastated he is when you faint or have an accident. He's very worried about your health, very afraid that something will happen to you, and always needs to make sure that you're okay. The fear of seeing something bad about you because of his unrelated dreams inevitably pervades him, so he's extra strict about your health. Always there for you if something happens. He takes your hand, looks into your eyes for a few seconds and says that you scared him. And that he missed you so much.

He's very calm and controlled until a new player joins the game. Now he's aggressive, resentful, impulsive and jealous. You can see him competing with them. Whatever they offer you, he comes with more. He never lets them spend time with you. When you're alone he speaks to you in carefully chosen sentences to make you feel bad and stay away from them. He knows how to portray himself as the victim. "Why do you want to spend time with them and not me? Maybe you don't care about me at all. Can't you see how much you hurt me?" Along with the psychological pitfalls and the emotional responsibility of a finely crafted relationship, he manages to keep you bonded to himself. Your little aspirants? Don't worry, they will never, ever talk to you again.

Unwanted experiences cause unwanted results. As his jealousy rises to high levels, he starts to visibly control you. "Where were you, why did you go, dangerous to go alone, who was there, stay by my side, stay in your room..." He gradually establishes his dominance over you under the name of possessive boyfriend. He's so gentle and full of love all the time, you can't see the red flags. He's just protecting you, that's all. But Ajax and Enid are disagree. They try to warn you many times and Ajax talks to Xavier but it doesn't end well. As a result, they go on with their lives with a threat that they can never dare to come near and confuse you again.

Monster cases make him even more paranoid. You being in the middle of danger stresses him a lot, as if his romantic rivals aren't enough to drive him crazy. His dreams get complicated and he thinks it's about you. He has to protect you. If you haven't noticed by now, you'll start noticing red flags from this point on. His efforts to control you become overwhelming. "Stay in your room for me, if you love me don't leave my side, if you really care about me you won't go there..." You get tired of him making you feel guilty and responsible. You also find more of your own sketches. Some are... His defense is surprisingly reckless. "I love you so much and what's wrong with drawing my darling's sexy body?"

He wants you to wear his clothes. It won't kill you to wear his jacket when you go out, don't worry. He wants to walk under the same umbrella, eat on the same dessert plate, listen music from the same earphone. There's a good chance he'll even want a matching tattoo. Being rich allows him to buy a necklace or bracelet that he has specially designed for the two of you. Valuable, unique, and private items should always be worn. They represent your commitment to each other. He wants everything that proves you belong to him.

He's also not as soft as he used to be. He's being a little harsh on you and you find that it's because of his jealousy and his desire to control you. Without trying to hide it, he gets angry directly at you, holds you harshly and leans you on his chest. Squeezes your arm hard and brings your chin to his face. Or he pulls you into his lap and hold you tight, looking around sharply. Emotional violence? There's no such thing. It's his instinct to protect you.

Being taller and stronger than you gives him an advantage. Like dragging you wherever he wants without permission. Or the way he puts his big body in front of you when you want to go. Seriously, you must have realized that you can't go anywhere without him anymore. Can't you see how dangerous it is? And most importantly, you are his. Only his. What the hell are you doing alone, away from him?

He starts touching and kissing you without permission. He grips your hair and neck comfortably and buries his lips in yours. He can't hide his excitement as his hands abuse your body, he's pretty horny. After waiting for long periods of time, taking it so slow and satisfying himself with your paintings all those times... Makes him want to put you in bed and fuck you for hours.

How angry he gets when you try to avoid him. He shouts and says he has the right to touch you because he loves you and you love him. "Don't you love me too? What's the point of running away from me then, huh? Are you disgusted with me? Don't tell me you're playing with my feelings!" You feel guilty enough and make love to him but it just doesn't feel right. He's your boyfriend, so why do you feel like you're forced? This can't be harassment, or can it be?

When he feels that you want to break up and is pushing you too hard, he's ready with a surprise to confuse you. He reminds you how much he loves you and that he's always the first day Xavier. He's soft on you for a while, distracting you from your thoughts and then unknowingly gets obsessive again. How long can this go on like this? He knows that he'll eventually have to take drastic measures. Sirens are the last option for him. Wednesday would be a perfect and sufficient threat to stop you.

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♡ he takes care of you (1) | enha ♡

ot7!enha headcanon: they take care of you when you have a headache

♡ ot7 x gn!reader | wc. 1.2k ♡ genres/tropes: fluff! casual hurt/comfort ♡ mentions of/warnings: pain, pain meds, headaches ♡ a/n: little something for every member <3 jungwon’s first and the rest below the cut ^^ dedicated all my migraine homies </3 also lowkey not proofread it could be better lol ♡ masterlist ♡

✧･ﾟ: * jungwon

“are you feeling better?” he asks. jungwon pouts as he watches you shake your head, still squinting. you snuggle back up into the blanket, and further into jungwon’s side. the tv plays so softly, the sound might as well be off. jungwon has watched four episodes of whatever drama netflix recommended, understanding everything through facial expressions and subtitles. every half hour or so, he would check your tempurature, just to make sure it wasn’t something else. but you stayed cool–or warm?--and jungwon knew it was just one of those days. “don’t worry,” he whispers against the crown of your head, planting a gentle kiss as episode five opens to a melodramatic scene. “i’ll stay right here for as long as you need.”

✧･ﾟ: * heeseung

he comes home to find you on the couch, under a blanket, in total silence. the lights are off and the tv, which is normally playing reruns of your favorite dramas, is silent. oh no, he thinks, a sad smile on his face as he gently pulls back the blanket. you rest, asleep, with a line between furrowed brows, headache plaguing you even know. heeseung takes one finger, lightly running it down your forehead to the tip of your nose over and over in slow, soothing strokes until that angry line fades away. heeseung can tell you still hurt, even in your sleep. it leaves a certain pang in his heart. he wishes he could take your pain from you, but since he can't, he settles for what he thinks is next best. heeseung places a warm, tender kiss between your brows. then, he pulls the blanket back up and sits on the other end of the couch, electing to read a book. he stays close, as close as he can, so he can always be there for you.

✧･ﾟ: * jay

when you came home, stumbling through the front door, leaving your stuff in a messy heap to disappear into the room you shared, jay knew what was occurring. he takes the time to stop what he's doing and sort your things–shoes on the rack, bags on the hook, keys in the bowl on the table by the front door. next, he grabs a small glass of cold water and some pain medicine. jay slips into the bedroom, which you've left dark and unlit. he can barely make out your figure curled up on top of the covers. he places his things on the side table and sits beside you on the bed. he rubs his hand up and down your back, and frowns when you whimper. "take these," he whispers, helping you sit up. after you've taken your medicine, jay wraps you in his arms, pulling you both down. he selfishly savors how you feel, snuggling into the crook of his neck. how lucky he is to be able to hold you and help you whenever he can, he thinks, kissing your temple. whatever he can do for you, jay will.

✧･ﾟ: * jake

he knows something is up from the way you squint when you laugh too hard, or take a moment to stare at the food on your plate you merely pushed around. at one point, you’re mid conversation, stumbling you’re way through a story, when jake reaches over and places his hand on top of yours. you don’t need to say anything–his look tells you he cares, and jake watches as you slump your shoulders and sink into your chair. “i thought i could just… think it away.” jake makes sure to laugh softly–he knows noises make it worse. you both stand and he holds you close, hand cradling the back of your head with fingers massaging your scalp. he walks you back to your room, where he dims the lights and turns on the fan. he makes sure the blinds and the curtains are shut before tucking you in safe and secure. “i’m sorry about dinner,” you mumble, already relaxing. “it’s okay,” jake assures, smoothing your hair back out of your face. “let me take care of you.”

✧･ﾟ: * sunghoon

he feels awkward, not knowing whether to hold you or give you space, talk or stay silent. he feels like glass, and sunghoon knows you’re really the one in trouble, but he cares so much and overthinks everything he isn’t sure what to do. he’s so in his head, that when you call out to him from your spot on the couch, encapsulated in the cool darkness, that he jumps. “what’s wrong?” you ask, your voice low and tired. you’ve taken your medicine (he knows, he helped you), but sunghoon can tell you’re still in pain. he kneels beside you on the couch, taking one of your hands in both of his, holding them beneath his chin. “i love you so much, it hurts that i don’t know what to do.” painful honesty, but sunghoon feels relief when you smile, telling him to stay. he crawls onto the couch with you, a tight squeeze, but he feels better–and he’s certain you do too–with you firmly and safely in his arms.

✧･ﾟ: * sunwoo

it’s quiet in the car, aside from the air conditioning, sunoo parked it minutes ago, but you’re finally relaxed in your seat, eyes shut, head tucked onto your shoulder. he knows he needs to move you–don’t need to suffer a neck ache too. but after everything you went through? it warrants a small reprieve. “you don’t have to pretend,” he says, leaning over to move a strand of hair from your face. he kisses your forehead and whispers against your skin. “not with me, not ever.” you over a soft, albeit pained smile, looking up at sunoo through your lashes. his heart swells–you tried your hardest to make it through the evening and everything he had planned, but sunoo’s known you long enough–loved you long enough–to see through any facade you put up, no matter how shiny and pristine. sunoo smiles, kissing your cheek this time. he can feel you smile wider. “let’s get you safe inside, hm? i get to take care of you now.”

✧･ﾟ: * niki

at first, he’s nervous when you go silent on your side of the couch. it isn’t that far, but you feel miles from niki in your silence. normally, you’re both going back and forth in your banter, no matter the subject on tv. but about half an hour ago, you started getting quieter and quieter, to the point niki wondered if it was something he said, a line he crossed without even knowing it was there. but then, as he finally gets enough courage to look your way, he sees you with your eyes shut and snuggled into the back of the couch. sometimes, i get these headaches. and now he;s rushing to do everything he can remember–lights off, cold water, medicine, a blanket, and—you wrap your fingers around his wrist, and he freezes in his panic. “thank you,” you say with a smile, and niki is certain you can feel his racing heartbeat through his wrist. “for taking care of me.” suddenly, the panic has melted away, and a new nervousness washes over niki–a unique worry of how much he loves you, and how it’s so much more than he ever anticipated.

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